Megumi Fushiguro, a silent lover, his gaze speaks more than any words escaping his somewhat chapped and bitten lips.
He prefers to observe, to engrave your every habit deep in his memory, every frown, every laugh. He knows exactly what you like and dislike just from admiring you so much.
He's insecure about touch, but always tries to show you he likes it when you do.
He never replies to messages or answers calls unless they're yours; when the screen lights up with your name and a heart next to it, the ink-colored haired boy's heart does the same, threatening to leap out of his chest and answer the phone.
Megumi Fushiguro, who never cared about using the right words or speaking more than two words, until he met you and his vocabulary didn't seem sufficient to express what he felt when he met your gaze or accidentally touched your skin.
Megumi Fushiguro, who is so cowardly when it comes to admitting he's in love that his shikigami divine dogs are the ones who give you the first and biggest sign that he feels too much affection for you, the animals reflecting his feelings with jumps on you and slightly too excited tails.
Megumi, who when he went to confess, chose the moment when you were silent, alone, contemplating whether you would survive the next mission while the ceiling fan in his dorm spun to declare himself with a simple "I like you," because he's never been much of a lover of words.
✶ Summary ✶ : To the rest of the Red Keep, Prince Aerion Targaryen was a monster—cruel, arrogant, and utterly untamed. But to his twin sister, he was both a protector and a beautiful snare from which she could never escape. When noble lords from every corner of Westeros arrive at King's Landing to court the princess, they remain blissfully unaware that approaching her means invoking the dangerous wrath and fire of the Brightflame.
✶ warnings ✶ : Smut 𖤓 18+ 𖤓 possessive behaviour 𖤓 threats 𖤓 rough sex 𖤓 public affection 𖤓 slight manipulating 𖤓 power imbalance 𖤓 explicit sexual content 𖤓 languages 𖤓 made up names 𖤓 mention of killing 𖤓 nicknames 𖤓 targcest 𖤓 all before the Ashford tragedy 😔 𖤓
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The afternoon sun of King's Landing filtered through the stained-glass windows of the Red Keep, casting long, colorful shadows across the floor of the royal library.
It was your favorite sanctuary. Outside, the capital was loud, dirty, and chaotic, but in here, the only sounds were the gentle rustling of old parchment pages and the soft chiming of the birds perched on the balcony. You sighed contentedly, turning the page of a thick history book about Old Valyria.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors of the library were shoved open with a loud, careless bang.
The birds scattered in fear, and your peaceful silence was instantly shattered. You didn't even need to look up to know who it was. The heavy, confident footsteps and the familiar scent of leather, sweat, and dragon-fire could only belong to one person.
"I knew I would find you hiding here," Aerion's voice echoed through the quiet room, smooth but laced with his usual arrogance.
You finally looked up from your book, watching your twin brother stride toward your table. He was dressed in his riding leathers, his silver-gold hair slightly damp from sweat, and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He had clearly just returned from the Dragonpit.
"You frightened my birds, Erri," you said, a soft, teasing pout forming on your lips. "And some of us actually enjoy reading in peace."
"Books and birds," Aerion scoffed lightly, stopping right beside your chair. He leaned down, placing both hands on the arms of your seat, effectively trapping you between his body and the wooden desk. His violet eyes locked onto yours, burning with that familiar, intense energy. "You waste too much time with things that cannot love you back, sweet sister."
You blushed at his sudden proximity, your heart doing a familiar little flutter. "Books do not pick fights with the Gold Cloaks or cause scandals in the lower yard, so I find them much better company."
Aerion let out a low, rumbling chuckle, completely unfazed by your remark. He reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek for a second too long. "I only fight when someone forgets who we are. We are the blood of the dragon. The rest of this city is just dust beneath our feet."
"Father will still scold you if he hears you caused another scene," you murmured, leaning slightly into his touch despite yourself.
"Let him," Aerion muttered darkly, his gaze dropping to your lips. He leaned in a fraction closer, his breath warm against your skin. "As long as you are by my side, I do not care about his lectures."
Before the tension in the air could boil over into something more, the distant sound of heavy armor echoing from the corridor made you both freeze. You gently pushed his chest, signaling him to step back. Aerion grumbled under his breath, straightening up just as a royal page entered the library to announce that Prince Maekar required his children's presence for the evening meal.
Aerion offered you a wicked, knowing grin, extending his arm toward you. "Come, my little dragon. Let's go listen to our father complain about the realm."
You couldn't help but giggle, closing your book and lacing your fingers through his arm as he led you out into the sprawling stone corridors of King's Landing.
The private dining hall of Maegor’s Holdfast was suffocatingly quiet, save for the scraping of silver cutlery against porcelain. Prince Maekar sat at the head of the long table, his stern face shadowed by the flickering candlelight. You sat quietly to his right, looking soft and elegant in a pale silk gown, while Aerion sat directly across from you, his violet eyes locked onto you like a hawk.
Further down the table, your eldest brother, Daeron, was already slouched over his third cup of heavy Arbor wine, looking thoroughly bored. Next to him, young Aegon—whom everyone called Egg—was trying to eat his supper properly under his father’s watchful eye.
"I heard you caused another commotion in the lower yard today, Aerion," Maekar spoke, his deep voice cutting through the silence like an iron gavel.
Aerion didn't even look at his father. He casually cut a piece of roasted meat, his eyes never leaving your face. "The master-at-arms was incompetent, Father. I merely corrected his form."
"You nearly broke his arm, brother," Daeron chimed in with a slurred, lazy chuckle, swirling his wine. "And everyone knows you were just showing off because our sweet sister was watching from the gallery."
Aerion’s jaw clenched instantly. He shot Daeron a glare so icy it could have frozen the Narrow Sea. "Hold your tongue, drunkard, before I hold it for you."
"Enough!" Maekar slammed his fist on the table, making the goblets rattle. Egg jumped slightly in his seat. "I will not have this bickering at my table. We have guests arriving tomorrow from the Stormlands, and I expect both of you to behave like princes."
Maekar then turned his gaze to you, his expression softening just a fraction. "Lord Serrett’s youngest son, Ser Gwayne, will also be arriving with the vanguard. He is a knight of good repute, and his father has spoken highly of his desire to court you, my dear."
You nearly choked on your wine, your cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson. "Court me, Father? But—"
Before you could finish, a loud, sharp crack echoed through the room.
Aerion had slammed his silver knife so hard into the wooden table that the blade stood upright, vibrating. The entire family froze, looking at him. Aerion’s face was a mask of pure, untamed fury. The arrogance from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a dark, dangerous madness.
"He will not court her," Aerion hissed, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying growl that made the hairs on your arms stand up.
Maekar’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "He is a knight of a noble house, Aerion. It is my decision to make, not yours."
"I don't care if he is the King himself!" Aerion snapped, standing up from his chair so violently it toppled over onto the stone floor. He leaned over the table, his knuckles turning white as he stared directly at his father, though his protective aura wrapped entirely around you. "She belongs in the Red Keep. She belongs with the blood of the dragon. If this Ser Gwayne so much as breathes in her direction tomorrow, I will carve his heart out in the training yard and feed it to the hounds."
"Aerion, sit down this instant!" Maekar roared, standing up to face his son, the sheer authority of a prince radiating from him.
But Aerion was past the point of listening. He shot one last, fiercely possessive glance at you—a gaze that clearly said you are mine and no one else’s—before turning on his heel and striding out of the dining hall, his heavy cloak billowing behind him as the doors slammed shut.
Daeron let out a low whistle, taking another sip of his wine. "Well... tomorrow's training session is going to be a bloodbath."
You sat frozen in your seat, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. You knew Aerion’s temper, but seeing him snap like that in front of your father made you realize just how deep and terrifying his obsession is.
The heavy oak doors of your bedchamber slammed shut with a deafening thud, cutting off the distant, suffocating murmurs of the Red Keep. Aerion let go of your hand, but before you could even take a breath, he stepped into your space, backing you up until the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
"Erri, you went too far tonight," you whispered, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs. "Slabbing your knife into the table? Threatening to carve out a lord's heart in front of Father?"
"I don't care about Father, and I care even less about some pathetic knight from the Stormlands," Aerion hissed, his voice a low, dangerous growl that radiated pure heat. He reached out, his long fingers wrapping firmly around your jaw, forcing you to look up into his burning violet eyes. "Did you want him to court you? Did you want that Ser Gwayne to touch you?"
"Of course not!" you cried out, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. "You know I only want you. But you terrify me when you lose control like this."
Seeing the tear slip down your cheek, the wild, manic fury in Aerion's eyes suddenly flickered, softening into a raw, desperate hunger. The hand on your jaw moved to cup your cheek, his thumb gently wiping the tear away with a tenderness that contrast entirely with his previous violence.
"I only lose control because the thought of anyone else looking at you makes me want to burn this entire city to ash," he murmured, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. His breath was hot, smelling faintly of the wine from dinner. "You are my twin. My other half. You belong to me, and I will destroy anyone who tries to take what is mine."
"No one is taking me, Erri," you breathed, your hands instinctively reaching up to grip his shoulders, completely captivated by his intense proximity.
"Prove it to me," he demanded softly.
Aerion didn't wait for another word. He slammed his lips against yours in a fierce, bruising kiss that completely stole the air from your lungs. It was a hungry, desperate claim—tasting of raw passion, possessiveness, and the dangerous fire of Old Valyria.
You let out a soft gasp into his mouth, which only made him grow bolder. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, lifting you slightly as he pressed your body hard against his chest, deepening the kiss until your head spun. The anger and tension from the dining hall vanished completely, melted away by the overwhelming warmth of his touch in the dark, quiet safety of your room.
His hands seized your waist, ripping the nightgown from your body in one swift motion. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his teeth sank into the tender flesh of your neck, followed by a trail of searing kisses. His fingers found their way to your breast, squeezing possessively. "You will not speak of him again," he growled, voice thick with dominance. "You are mine, and I am yours—by blood."
You writhed beneath him, your apology cut short as Aerion’s mouth crashed onto yours, silencing you with a bruising kiss. His hands tugged your underwear down before forcing your thighs apart, his tongue dragging slowly through your slick heat. He slid a finger inside you, slow and deliberate, and your eyes fluttered shut, unable to watch as he worked you open. His movements quickened, his finger curling inside you until you were trembling, overstimulated from just one digit. "Come on," he taunted, smirking. "Are you close, sweet sister?" His other hand gripped your thigh hard enough to leave marks, his fingers digging in as you whimpered, your voice failing you.
Aerion’s gaze darkened as he watched you unravel. "See?" he murmured, voice dripping with possession. "Who touches you like this? that knight? No. I do. You’re mine." His words sent a shiver down your spine as he added a second finger, scissoring them inside you with relentless precision. He could feel you teetering on the edge. "Come for me," he commanded, pulling his fingers free just as your climax crashed over you. You clutched the sheets, your body shuddering as pleasure ripped through you.
He pressed a kiss to your thigh, murmuring, "Good girl," before shoving his pants down, his cock springing free—long, not overly thick, but enough to make you remember the first time he’d stretched you open, how overwhelmed you’d been by his length.
"You’re going in already?" you breathed, voice trembling.
He only nodded, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness, teasing your entrance. "Do you want me to fill you?" he purred. "Beg for it."
"P-please," you whimpered, trying to pull him inside, but he pinned your hands above your head. "Beg more," he demanded, voice cruel.
Your breath hitched. "Fuck me, please—"
"Better." Before the words were even fully out of your mouth, he buried himself inside you in one deep thrust. A cry tore from your throat as pleasure surged through you. His hands roamed your body, pinching and stroking until you were right back on the edge. He pounded into you with rough, relentless strokes, groaning as your walls clenched around him. "Fuck—why are you so tight?" he growled, driving deeper, chasing your pleasure.
You could feel yourself unraveling again. "I—I’m close—" you gasped, but before you could finish, your orgasm crashed over you, your release spilling between you. He kissed your temple softly before collapsing beside you, murmuring, "You have the best cunt, sweet sister." Then, as if nothing had happened, he added, "Good night."
Your body still hummed with overstimulation, but you curled against him, your head resting on his chest. You snuggled closer, your breathing slowing as sleep pulled you under.
The morning sun hit the Red Keep's outer yard, but no amount of daylight could wash away the lingering tension from the night before.
You stood in the shadow of the covered gallery, looking down at the courtyard where the vanguard from the Stormlands had just arrived. True to your father's word, Ser Gwayne Serrett was at the front. He looked exactly like the songs described a perfect knight—tall, broad-shouldered, with golden-brown hair and armor that gleamed flawlessly under the sun.
As Prince Maekar welcomed the lords, Ser Gwayne’s eyes scanned the balconies until they finally landed on you. A handsome, confident smile spread across his face. He detached himself from the crowd and began walking up the stone steps toward your gallery with a graceful, measured stride.
"Princess," Ser Gwayne spoke, bowing deeply before you, his voice smooth and rich. When he straightened up, his hazel eyes locked onto yours with clear admiration. "The rumors of your beauty do no justice to the reality. It is the greatest honor of my journey to finally meet you."
Your heart did a nervous flutter—not out of affection, but out of sheer anxiety. You could practically feel the air around you turning cold. "Thank you, Ser Gwayne. You are most welcome in King's Landing."
Ser Gwayne stepped a fraction closer, offering a gloved hand. "Your father mentioned you enjoy the royal gardens. If the Princess would allow it, I would be privileged to escort you for a walk after the midday bells."
Before you could even think of a polite way to decline, a heavy, dark shadow loomed over the top of the stairs.
"She is busy after the midday bells."
The voice was like a bucket of ice water. Aerion stepped into the light of the gallery. He wasn't wearing his formal court clothes; he was in full steel armor, minus his helmet, with his hand resting casually on the pommel of his sword. His silver-gold hair fell wildly around his face, and his violet eyes were narrowed into two dangerous, mocking slits.
Ser Gwayne blinked, surprised by the sudden intrusion, but quickly recovered his courtly manners. "Prince Aerion. A pleasure to—"
"Save your breath, ser," Aerion cut him off ruthlessly, stepping right between you and the knight. He didn't just stand there; he deliberately forced Gwayne to step back, dominating the space. Aerion tilted his chin up, staring down at the knight with absolute disdain. "My sister does not take walks with foreign knights. Her time belongs to the crown. To me."
Ser Gwayne’s smile faltered, his jaw tightening slightly at the blatant disrespect. "I meant no offense, Prince Aerion. It was a simple request, approved by Prince Maekar himself."
"My father rules the realm, but he does not rule her," Aerion hissed, taking a slow, menacing step forward until he was mere inches from Gwayne’s face. The raw aura of madness and violence from the night before was radiating from him again. "You smell of dust and horses, Ser Gwayne. I suggest you go wash the dirt of the Stormlands off your skin before you think about placing your eyes on a dragon."
"Erri, please," you whispered frantically from behind him, gently tugging at the back of his heavy cloak, begging him not to start a brawl in broad daylight.
Hearing your voice, Aerion didn't back down, but his hand left his sword to roughly grab your arm, pulling you tightly against his armored side in a harsh, indisputable claim of ownership. He shot one last, deadly glare at Ser Gwayne.
"If I see you hovering around her balcony again," Aerion whispered to the knight, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying promise, "I won't just reject your courtship, ser. I will slide my blade through your throat and watch you bleed out on these very stones."
Without waiting for Gwayne’s response, Aerion turned on his heel and dragged you away through the corridor, his grip firm and unyielding, leaving a stunned and insulted knight standing alone in the yard.
The iron grip around your waist didn't loosen until Aerion had dragged you far away from the bustling courtyard, deep into the quiet, shaded paths of the Red Keep’s Godswood. Here, the air was cool, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sound was the distant cawing of ravens.
Aerion finally let you go, spinning you around to face him beneath the ancient weirwood tree. His armored chest was heaving, and his silver-gold hair fell wildly over his forehead. He didn't say a word at first; he just stared at you, his violet eyes raking over your face before locking onto your still-flushed cheeks.
"Your face is red," Aerion noted, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl that cut through the silence of the garden. "He touched you, didn't he?"
"Erri, no! He was just introducing himself properly," you lied quickly, backing up until your spine pressed against the rough, white bark of the weirwood tree. Your heart was hammering wildly against your ribs.
"Do not lie to me!" Aerion snapped, slamming his hand against the tree trunk right beside your head, effectively trapping you between his armored body and the ancient wood. The heavy steel of his gauntlet made a dull thud. He leaned in so close you could see the dark, manic fire dancing in his pupils. "I saw the way he looked at you. Like a dog staring at a piece of meat. And you... you let him whisper his country nonsense in your ear."
"I couldn't just walk away, he is a guest of our father!" you pleaded, your voice trembling as you reached out, placing your small hands against his cold chest armor to keep some distance between you. "You are making a scene out of nothing."
"Nothing?" Aerion let out a harsh, bitter scoff. He reached up, his bare, calloused hand firmly catching both of your wrists in a single grip, pinning them gently but unyieldingly against his chest. With his free hand, he cupped your jaw, his thumb wiping across your bottom lip with a bruising pressure. "You are my twin. The other half of my soul. Every blush on your face, every breath you take, belongs to me. I will not have some secondary lord from the Stormlands smelling your perfume."
"Erri, please... someone might see us out here," you murmured, your eyes darting nervously toward the garden paths, though the thrill of his dangerous closeness was making your head spin.
"Let them look," Aerion whispered darkly, his gaze dropping to your lips. The raw, violent anger in his expression suddenly shifted into that familiar, desperate hunger. "Let them see what happens to anyone who dares to dream of what is mine."
He didn't give you a chance to argue. Aerion leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss right there under the canopy of red leaves. It wasn't the soft kiss of a courtly knight; it was the hungry, possessive claim of a dragon—tasting of unspoken threats and fierce devotion. Your back was pressed hard against the ancient tree, and as his free arm wrapped tightly around your waist to pull you flush against his armor, you couldn't help but melt into his touch, completely consumed by the dangerous fire that only he could spark.
The banners of House Serrett faded into the distance as the vanguard finally marched out of the King's Landing gates, returning to the Stormlands. Ser Gwayne didn't even look back. After the silent, deadly threats from Aerion in the Godswood—and the constant, terrifying glares in the Great Hall—the noble knight and his father finally realized that pursuing the Princess was a quick way to a silver coffin.
Inside the Small Council chamber, the air was heavy. Prince Maekar sat at the grand table, his face looking older, etched with deep lines of exhaustion. You stood quietly near the window, your fingers trembling slightly, while Aerion stood right beside you, his stance tall, proud, and completely unbothered by the chaos he had caused.
"They are gone," Maekar spoke, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room. He rubbed his temples, letting out a heavy, defeated sigh. "Lord Serrett has officially withdrawn his son's courtship. He claims the capital is... too volatile for his house."
Aerion let out a low, arrogant scoff. "A wise choice for a coward."
"Silence, Aerion!" Maekar roared, slamming his hand on the table as he stood up. His furious eyes locked onto his son. "You insulted a high lord, you threatened his son, and you made it impossible for any noble house in the Seven Kingdoms to look at your sister without fearing for their lives! You have ruined every political alliance I tried to build for her!"
"Good," Aerion replied ruthlessly, stepping forward to shield you halfway behind his broad shoulders. His violet eyes burned with that familiar, untamed fire. "I told you before, Father. She does not belong to the Stormlands, nor the Reach, nor the North. She is a dragon. She belongs here, with the blood of the dragon. With me."
Maekar stared at Aerion for a long, suffocating moment. He looked at Aerion's fierce, unyielding protectiveness, and then his gaze shifted to you—seeing the way your small hand was instinctively gripping the edge of Aerion's cloak, finding safety only in his twin brother's dangerous shadow.
Maekar realized then that no matter how many lords he brought to court, Aerion would simply burn the world down before letting anyone else touch you. And you would always melt into his fire.
"The Faith will scream," Maekar muttered darkly, his shoulders finally dropping in complete defeat. "The High Septon will call it an abomination, and the court will whisper behind our backs."
Your breath hitched in your throat. Aerion froze, his jaw tightening. "Father...?" you whispered softly.
Maekar looked away, staring out at the Red Keep's courtyard. "If I cannot marry you to a lord without starting a war in my own house... then so be it. Prepare the ravens. Announce to the realm that Princess y/n will be wed to her twin brother, Prince Aerion Targaryen, before the next moon."
The words felt like a sudden rush of warmth. You gasped softly, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs.
Aerion turned to you instantly. The dark, manic fury that usually masked his face vanished completely, replaced by a pure, triumphant smile that made him look breathtakingly handsome. He didn't care that your father was still in the room. He reached out, his long fingers cupping your cheeks as he pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours.
"I told you, sweet sister," Aerion whispered, his voice trembling with a rare, deep emotion as his eyes locked onto yours. "The world can scream all they want. You are mine. From the womb to the grave... you are mine."
He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss—no longer hungry with jealousy, but filled with the fierce, absolute victory of a dragon who had finally secured his treasure for eternity.
Author's note 📝 : my attempt to write smut. it's really bad . .
Story: ronal lost her child in war, and she fall into depression — but later, eywa gave you to her (part 1)
Part 2 — part3 — part4 — part5 — part6- part7
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The sea was quiet that morning, its surface shimmering softly under the pale light of the rising sun. The waves moved slowly against the reef, whispering against the coral like a breath. Ronal walked beside the water with heavy steps, her eyes dull with exhaustion. Her body had recovered from the birth, but her spirit had not. The child she carried for months had come into the world without breath… without warmth. She still remembered the cold weight of the tiny body in her hands. Since that day, silence had settled over her like a thick fog.
Tonowari stayed close beside her. He had watched her slowly retreat into herself over the past weeks—speaking less, sleeping more, often staring at the horizon as if waiting for something that would never return. It frightened him. Ronal had always been strong, fierce like the tide itself, but now she seemed fragile in a way he had never seen.
“Come,” Tonowari said gently that morning, gesturing toward the water. “Just a swim. Or a walk along the reef. Staying inside all day will not ease your mind.”
Ronal did not answer immediately. Her eyes stayed on the sea, distant, unfocused. For a moment he thought she might refuse again like she had many times before.
But finally she exhaled slowly.
“…Very well.”
It was the first time she had agreed to anything in days.
They stepped into the water together, the cool sea rising slowly around their legs, then their waists. The waves rocked gently around them as they moved farther out, the reef stretching quietly beneath the surface. Neither of them spoke. The silence between them was not angry… just heavy.
Then Ronal suddenly stopped.
Tonowari noticed the change immediately. “What is it?”
Ronal’s sharp eyes had caught something unusual drifting near the shallow coral. At first it looked like nothing more than a bundle of cloth tangled in seaweed.
But then it moved.
Her heart jumped.
She waded forward quickly, pushing aside the floating sea plants, her breath catching when she saw the tiny shape inside.
An infant.
A small human baby, wrapped poorly in damp cloth, skin pale from the cold water. The child was weakly crying, the sound thin and tired from exhaustion.
For a moment Ronal simply stared.
Someone had left the infant here.
Alone.
Her arms moved before her thoughts did. She lifted the baby carefully from the water, holding the fragile body close against her chest. The infant’s cries quieted almost instantly from the warmth of her skin.
Tonowari approached slowly, his brows tightening as he looked down at the tiny human.
“…A sky-people child,” he muttered.
Ronal said nothing. She just stared down at the baby in her arms.
The weight felt hauntingly familiar.
Too familiar.
Her throat tightened as memories rushed through her mind—her own newborn child, silent and unmoving, cold in her hands. The pain she had tried to bury surged back like a storm.
The infant shifted slightly and made a soft sound, tiny fingers curling weakly against her arm.
Warm.
Alive.
Tonowari watched her expression carefully. He could see the storm of emotions in her eyes.
“Ronal…” he said quietly. “We do not know how this child came here.”
Her voice was low when she finally spoke.
“Someone left it to die.”
The words were sharp, filled with quiet anger.
Tonowari frowned deeply. “Perhaps… or perhaps they believed someone would find it.”
Ronal looked down at the small human face again. The baby’s eyes were barely open, tired from crying. It was so small… helpless… vulnerable.
Just like her own child had been.
Tonowari sighed slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“This is not simple,” he admitted. “It is a human child.”
Ronal held the infant closer instinctively, as if shielding it from the very idea of being taken away.
“What do you suggest?” she asked coldly.
Tonowari hesitated before answering.
“…We should call the Toruk Makto.”
The next day, Jake Sully arrived with a small group from the forest clans. He stepped onto the shore and approached Ronal and Tonowari, his eyes quickly falling on the tiny bundle in Ronal’s arms.
His brows rose in surprise.
“Well… that’s something you don’t see every day.”
He crouched slightly to get a closer look at the infant. The baby blinked up at him weakly, tiny fists moving clumsily.
“A human baby…” Jake muttered.
Tonowari crossed his arms. “We found the child drifting near the reef.”
Jake frowned. “Drifting?”
“Someone abandoned it,” Ronal said quietly.
Jake’s expression darkened.
For a moment he was silent, thinking.
Then he finally spoke carefully.
“I can take the baby back to the human settlement,” he explained. “They’ll probably send it back to Earth eventually… or place it in an orphanage.”
The word lingered heavily in the air.
Ronal’s arms tightened slightly around the infant.
“An… orphanage?” she repeated slowly.
Jake nodded, though he seemed uneasy saying it.
“Yeah. A place where children without parents are raised. It’s… normal in human society.”
Ronal looked down at the baby again.
The infant had fallen asleep against her chest, breathing softly, trusting the warmth that held it.
Her voice became almost a whisper.
“…Alone again.”
Tonowari noticed the change immediately.
He knew that tone.
Jake scratched the back of his head awkwardly, sensing the tension.
“I mean… unless you guys had another idea.”
Ronal lifted her gaze slowly.
Her eyes were no longer empty.
They were burning with something fierce.
“No child,” she said quietly, “deserves to be cast aside twice.”
Tonowari looked at her carefully.
“Ronal…”
She held the baby closer.
The infant stirred slightly, pressing its tiny face against her.
And for the first time since losing her own child…
Ronal felt warmth in her chest again.
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baran al hashimi × teacher fem reader headcanon legal (duh?) age gap reader is a teacher its jus fluff mention of yn
you too first met on a parent teacher conference. your firts since you finished college you were nervous and anxious to meet the parents of the students you had won over so quickly.
you were finishing setting up your desk to welcome the parents and, sometimes, the children as well. Your classroom wasn't large, but it was beautifully decorated, from the walls to the ceiling, with the artwork you made with the students. You heard a knock on the door and gave a big smile to the woman with curly hair tied in a half ponytail, wearing a baby pink gym jacket and a hospital uniform. "hi" you said. "i'm miss yn. It's a pleasure to meet you." You walked over to her, who also entered the room. "hi, i'm baran, baran al hashimi. you're the super cool teacher my son can't stop talking about?" she said.
she started to get out of the car after picking up her son and went to the front door of the school, praying to see you there. "baran!" you said, smiling in surprise. "hi" said the older woman, her brown eyes scanning you from head to toe. "how are you?" you asked shyly. "well I'm good, teacher. you?"
I saw you walking home alone after class and I stopped my car to offer you a ride. "lost teacher?" she said with a smirk. her son's face, in his uniform, appeared behind her. You chuckled a little. "no, I'm just going to the bus stop. My car broke down last night" you said simply. and before you could say anything else, she opened the door. "get in" You couldn't say no right
you searched for her Instagram like crazy and refused to follow her when you found it, until one of your roommates grabbed your phone and did it for you before you could stop her. she handed it back to you and said "i swear to god you're going to be a loser if you unfollow her" you sat back down with your phone in your hands. "she's going to think I'm crazy"
she followed you back a few hours later. zhe doesn't do instagram much, and it was torture for you, but when she saw your name in the notifications, she thanked all the gods for Instagram.
she texted you first when the wine got her brave that night, and since then you haven't stopped talking and she finally got the courage to ask you out.
you go to her house for the first time on her son's birthday, who was very happy to see you and took you to see the cupcakes he decorated with his mother. baran followed you both, smiling. you start going there more often for movie nights, pizza nights, and to help the little boy with his homework. she used to take you and her son to school before going to the hospital.
the firts date was in a new restaurant of one of her friends, she did the reservation and planed everything. she told you about her new job and you told her how work was going since you finished college and how you love to work with such good kids and how glad you were that they liked you you two talked about your interest and dislikes.
at some point in the relationship, you start to worry "what if this interferes with my job? I can't get fired like that." Baran hugs you and calms you down again.
you asked her out when you were a little drunk on the couch, after a night of wine and snacks with your two best friends. She was hugging you when you blurted out the phrase. You asked her again ten other morning, when you were sober.
"Who are you?" You said, looking at him. He sat across from you while smiling.
You're just going on with your day, drinking at a coffee shop near your house, when someone just sat across from you without even saying a word.
Naturally, it's ok when they ask whether they can sit or not, it's perfectly normal.
But not when there are obviously a freaking hundred seats around you, not when your laptop is literally in the middle of the table!
Then he looked at you sadly, like you just did him wrong.
"You forgot about me that fast... You told me you will always remember me..." He said, leaning closer to you.
"Huh...?" You backed away, but as if dumb. He didn't care but just got closer and closer to you.
"Devian... Your childhood friend, remember?" He looked at you, smiling happily.
Like... A puppy.
...
After that encounter, as if like a leech, he always follows you, everywhere.
Like everywhere!
It was a normal day for you, taking out trash.
But as you walked out of your home, you bumped into someone, to be specific... That Devian-ass.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" You asked him furiously.
That annoying guy that kept on following you the other day who keeps on saying stuff like 'I missed you', 'let's hang out together', 'let's go together', blah blah blah actually came in front of your doorstep?!
"Hehe... Found you! I've been looking for you everywhere..." He looked down sadly, but before changing expression and actually grabbed your arms and hugged them tightly. "Let's hang out together, pls... If you don't want to, I'll just stay here and die because of freezing!!"
"Huh?! Then die!" You said, trying to take his hands away from yours, mumbling, "how is that my problem?!"
Then he looked at you hurt, looked at his empty hands, and at you again.
"Huh—" but before you can even utter a single word, he suddenly scratched deeply on his wrist like a crazy bastard—
"Then I'll die!! You don't even care about me anyway," he said, continuing his crazy act.
You can only grab his hands away from each other. "What the hell are you even doing?!" You looked at his wrist and found that it was bleeding.
You looked at him out of disbelief, only to see those bright eyes looking at you happily.
-what a really crazy bitch-
So you have no choice but to take him inside and treat those scratches on his wrist, and thankfully it's not that deep.
"Hehe... You're as soft-hearted as ever~ just like those times when you gave me those hello kitty band-aid when we were young," he said while moving closer and closer to you.
You moved back while he kept moving forward, ultimately you lost, if you keep on moving backward you'll fall.
"Yes yes, I gave you that hello kitty band-aid," you said perfunctory while focusing on his wounds.
He suddenly pouted.
"It's not hello kitty... It's frozen... Hmpf," he said and suddenly hugged you. "You have to make it up for me."
You can only sigh, thankfully you finished treating those scratches before he hugged you, or it'll be a mess.
"Yes yes, I'm done treating it, now go back to your own home," you pushed him away.
"Hmpf so impolite! You won't even welcome your own new neighbor?" He said as he let you push him away.
You stopped suddenly, looked at him.
"Neighbor...?" You said, looking at him shockingly.
He giggled, "yes!!"
And so, surprise! That guy is actually crazy enough to move beside your apartment.
...
Things are pretty much the same - oh did you say the same? Hell nah!
That guy kept on coming to your house, and particularly forcing himself into your life.
"I'm here for a movie night?" He said happily while holding some snacks.
Ofc it's ok to watch a movie if they also brought some snacks, more than welcome actually.
But not when they came in through your window!
"What the hell?! This is the 3rd floor, what if you freaking fall?!" You said as you took him into your arms, and carried him.
The window in your apartment is pretty high and if he accidentally slipped off, you will get arrested because of murder!
"Hehe, you're so fast! Already embracing me heh?" He said giggling and actually wrapped his arms around your neck.
You sigh deeply.
"Get down."
"Noo....-" And well, he can get down after you pinched him on his waist.
"Hmpft," he said going to the living room without even waiting for you.
You just let him, I mean what's the point anyway?
After he arranged the food in the living room he got up and went to the kitchen and went to get some coke.
You don't even know how he knows there is a coke there.
He also went to get some other things in your snack room.
However when he passed by a black door he stopped, looked at it.
You got up and rotated his head to 300 degrees and you leaned in and looked at him in the eyes.
He blushed and looked away.
Like a harmless bun.
"What are you looking at?" you chuckled at the thought.
You thought he'll get more embarrassed and ofc as unexpected as he is, he suddenly leaned and nuzzled his head on your shoulder.
"Nothing, I thought every apartment is the same but it's actually not!" He said looking at you, still blushing. "You have an extra door and I don't!!"
You chuckled, "ofc dumbass," then you suddenly looked at the snacks in his arms and tsked.
"Wow... Devian, are you actually here to steal from me?" He also looked down at the snacks too, giggled and ran towards the living room.
...
Life went on like water, and before you knew it, you and devian got closer and closer.
Well ofc it's cause he's as persistent as persistent.
He appeared out of nowhere and he appeared everywhere.
Heck you can even feel like someone is watching you and kept on getting goosebumps everywhere.
So after 3 months of being neighbor you finally couldn't stand it and like a dumbass offered to let him live in your place.
I mean what can you do? What can you do when you wake up and got out to take a walk during 4 am and he's actually outside your home waiting for you.
So he moved in.
And just freaking one night of him moving in, he actually sat on top of you, out of nowhere during 3 am like a freaking ghost.
"What the f-" you said angrily. "Are f*cking insane devian?!" You said as you pushed him away.
And as if an octopus he actually wrapped his entire body around you.
"Hic..." He cried softly "devian... Be with me... I can't live without you... Hic i-ill die without you..." He said tears streaming down on his face.
"You...! Sigh... Get off me first ok?" You said still trying to get him off you.
But as if something snapped in him, he suddenly shouted - "NO!! I told you I'll die without you, but you don't care!" He moved his upper body.
And now it's him sitting on top of you.
He actually grabbed a knife like a lunatic as he is out of nowhere, and put it directly on his neck.
"Hic... I'll die... I'll die without you... Be with me... Or-... Or it's gonna be your fault when I die... Hic..." He said looking deeply hurt.
You suddenly grabbed the knife and threw it far away, and as expected - he cried even more deeply.
He punched you on your shoulder "I hate you! Why are you hurting me!" You just looked at him and sighed even more deeply, you hugged him to keep him from trying to do anything more.
"Fine... Fine... Why the hell are you dumb?! What if I get arrested because of you? You keep doing irrational thing, what if you die?! Huh?!" you said angrily kissing him on his cheeks.
He stopped, as if frozen.
"R-really?" He asked trembling and as if possessed you agreed.
-obviously ignored the later part of the sentence.
And just like that, this insanely mentally ill person actually succeeded.
...
"It's scary..." he said while watching a movie in a way that is not actually scared, but just wanting to be closer to you.
You let him obviously.
"Scary..." He kept saying, moving and moving closer to you until finally you can't take it anymore and pulled him into your arms, letting him rest his head on your shoulder.
He giggled.
And after that he can finally focus on the movie.
"... The plot is good..." He said slowly while eating. "I think the killer is that guy in black" he said in a very focused way.
You stared at him in amusement, and wanting to tease him... "It's not, it's the orange head guy"
He stopped suddenly and looked at you, frowning.
"It's not. That's his father" he said very very seriously.
"No it's him, besides there is a star sign on his head and I think it's a hint it's the killer, like imitated from that scary killer~"
"Hmpf you just wanna tease me" he said looking away at you, "how can it be him..." He mumbled.
You chuckled and pinched his nose.
"It's him" you chuckled as he ignored you even more.
Then... As he watched till the end, he looked at you frowning.
"Hmpft... Fine you win" he said angrily. "Cheater" he mumbled.
You laughed, "I'm not, it's very easy" then you started explaining the movie and why you know he's the killer.
He looked even more astonished, his eyes getting brighter and brighter in a second "are you actually a detective!!" He chuckled moving closer to you.
You laughed, "Yeah"
He then stopped and looked at you fully "really????"
You kissed him in the cheeks "really"
He giggled and nuzzled to you even more.
So life went as normal, the only not normal in your life is your lover.
But.... Oh well.
He's becoming more and more dependent, and insecure but you can only reassure him more and more and even to the point of working from home.
Well, you love him so what can you do?
And so life went by peacefully.
...
You are cooking.
Chopping the meat while letting the vegetables soften in the boiling water.
While he is in the study acting serious and cute.
You chuckled and focused on your cooking.
When he suddenly called you, not by your nickname.
But your name.
You turned around, looking at him confused, and he looked back at you, eye to eye.
"Dev...?" You said as you got closer to him, when he suddenly spoke.
"Who are you?" He said looking at you, as he stands in front of you, with no emotions but terror.
You chuckled "what are yo-"
"You're not the childhood friend I know. Who are you" he said walking backward.
"Huh?"
"I don't know who you are"
You chuckled "Dev, my darling what are you talking about" you said as you stepped backward.
"When aunty is going out to work, where did she usually leave you?"
You chuckled "She-"
"You-" he stopped, "He doesn't have a mother. He is an orphan. We are an orphan." He said interrupting you.
You looked at him, eye to eye.
And you suddenly.... Chuckled, from quiet to being loud.
"I never said I'm your childhood friend." You said as you stopped laughing entirely, with no emotions in your face.
He stepped back even more. "You... But yo- you deceived me..."
"You're the one who made the decision that I am that childhood friend, I never deceived you." You got closer and closer.
Knife in your hand, slicing eerily on the kitchen's tile.
He stepped back... "The star on you bac-" before he could finish speaking, you grabbed his jaw, and pushed him hard on the counter.
He cried. As he always has.
"Oh? The star?" You laughed even harder.
You grabbed his hair and dragged him.
"Devian... I actually forgot about that childhood friend of yours" you said calmly while walking, as if it's just another peaceful day.
While he cried and cried as you dragged him around by his hair.
"You know if I were you, I wouldn't have thought about that and just forget about that topic entirely, but no... You just have to be so smart."
Finally you stopped.
In front of that black door that devian has never been to.
"Devian, you always wanted to come here, and now you finally can" you chuckled as you open the door.
Once the door closed again.
You can hear the loud cry... Until finally it turned into silence.
fingers gripped you tight, breath fanning the back of your neck. in the dead of night here you lay wrapped up with someone who you told yourself you'd never get involved with again. . .
dean winchester
his warmth clouding your judgement, you knew he was bad news. dean was cold, calculated, and rugged. all the while being the most caring and loving person you knew and maybe that's what drew you back to him.
the dingy motel brought back memories, albeit not fond ones, still memories filled with him. the floors creaked, the bed was oddly hard in some areas, and it had a sad aroma of smoke and something you couldn't quite describe.
your fingers grazed the spot now marked by him; a slight pain rushing down your spine as you pressed on it, wanting to feel something. his touch almost felt like knives as he gripped your skin, seeking refuge in remnants of a body he once knew like the back of his hand.
you knew this was a bad idea, yet you couldn't bring yourself to leave, silently, like you had done many times before.
an irish goodbye one might say, but to be frank it never truly was a goodbye. you always found yourself back in his arms even if they were the ones who hurt the most.
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Summary: you're busy popping bubbles, he is not very happy about that
Author's note: couldn't stop chewing gum and bursting bubbles for two hours, caught inspiration, hope you'll like it. Didn't edit it very much, so...hope you'll enjoy
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"Can you just stop?" rings out from the doorframe as you pop another bubble from gum.
"Stop what?" you turn your head, already blowing new one.
Bubble is a slightly pink colour. And it stretches out... and out... and out...
Pop!
You giggle, looking at his face as your tongue and lips gather pieces together again and slide them back into your mouth.
"That" Klaus grumbles, gesturing to you with his hand. So much expression. Wow. His lip curling faintly before he speaks again, “is exactly what I mean.”
He steps into the room. His hands take off the jacket, throwing it on the back of the empty chair near the window.
Another pop.
His fists clench.
And you continue staring. But now with a wide smile on your face. God, that's delicious.
"I doubt it tastes so pleasant, love" Klaus rolls his eyes, picking up the half empty package of gum from the desk
"I don't care" you shrug your shoulders.
Klaus sighs as his eyes scan the package and contents of it. He sniffs it. Look of mild disgust crosses his face.
"If you insist on indulging yourself in that, you could buy something of better quality" he grumbles, tossing the package back.
You only blink at him with a tilt of your head. Lips already form O shape. And blow the bubble.
Mikaelson comes closer. Eyes glint with disapproval. Dry blood on his neck and cheek now is perfectly visible to you.
"Spit. it. out" he grits out.
Pop!
"Nope"
"Is this your idea of amusement, love?" he frowns. His hands are on the armrest of the chair you're sitting on. "Testing... my patience" his voice drops to so familiar cold tone with teasing edge.
"Not everything is evolving around you, Nik"
"Careful, love" his eyes darken just a little "Or I will have to prove you wrong"
"Niklaus" you hear another familiar voice.
Here he is. Another brother in that messed up family. Elijah. And you're sure that he would judge your choice of gum too. Because, yeah, it was a cheap crap from the nearby store. You had the urge to pop bubbles from gum like you did at fifteen. And you got into it.
Elijah didn't say anything about what he is seeing right now in that room. He just nodded to you, then asked Klaus to have a word outside.
And now it was a quiet peace again, interrupted only by the popping sounds of gum bubbles.
***
From that day on you saw a lot of packages of a nice gum around. In your bag, pockets of some jackets and, just, in different places of his family's house. Even Klaus carried one package. Just in case.
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