here's a cutes little fic of narumika period comfort :)
Word Count: 1,318
“Naru-chan?” came the timid murmur after a soft knock on their bedroom door. Arashi peeked an eye open to watch as a sliver of light came into the room, shrouded by the silhouette of her boyfriend. “Are ya awake, darlin’?” She felt a little flutter at the soft way he said it. As he opened the door a little wider and came into the room, she closed her eyes again.
“Nn… Yer still restin’, aren’t ya?” she could hear him smiling. “Ya deserve ta relax ‘n feel better, so that’s good… I got ya some choccies for yer tummy, but only if ya have some soup first… It’ll still be warm for a few more hours, so I’ll leave it here for ya, lovey.” There was the sound of a thermos being set down on her bedside.
“Mm…” Arashi felt him move, and then the lightest of touches brushed her hair and then the side of her face. He fumbled a little, and then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well, darlin’…” She felt her heart melt a little, and raised her arm to grip his wrist.
“NGAH!” He cried out. She tugged him closer and nuzzled into his neck, wrapping her arms around him. “Naru-chan!”
“Hi,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his skin. She could feel his pulse racing beneath her lips. Mika grumbled but hugged her back.
“Yer teasin’ me again,” he mumbled softly. “Were ya awake th’ whole time?”
“Mmhmm~.”
“Yer cruel… What if I’d had a full-on heart attack, Naru-chan? ‘n keeled over ‘n you’d have to cry over my corpse?”
“Mmm, I’d try mouth to mouth first~,” she hummed. Mika grunted, but still relented when she kissed him.
“Nn… I don’t think that’s how ya do it,” he mumbled, kissing her a few times before sighing and resting his head on hers. He gazed into her eyes. “How are ya feelin’, lovey?”
“Lots better now I have my Mika-chan,” she replied smoothly, relishing in the little giggle it produced.
“Well, ya heard what I got for ya,” he pulled back a little to look at the goodies on her bedside.
“Such a wonderful, caring boyfriend~,” she hummed, pressing kisses to his cheek even as he tried to gently thwack her to stop.
“Yer always soo… Nnngh…”
“Nngh?” she said against his skin.
“‘slike ya get mega clingy ‘n affectionate when yer hurtin’,” Mika sighed and nuzzled her.
“Oh, you don’t like it?” she asked, already fake sniffling.
“Shush yer pretty mouth,” Mika huffed in response, kissing her a bit more before pulling himself up despite her protests. “‘m gonna get ready fer bed, so eat your soup, ‘kay~?”
“Mika-chaan… I can’t eat so close to sleeping! Digesting disrupts your sleep and can lead to acid reflux!” Arashi moped, pouting up at him.
“Mmn… Then after I’m ready, we can jus’ cuddle until yer done digestin’?”
“Mmmm…” She put a finger to her cheek thoughtfully, then looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Only if you stay with me~.” He grumbled a little.
“Damn yer cute puppy eyes…” he mumbled, clambering into their bed and making her grin in triumph.
Mika propped up her pillow for her so she could eat, which made Arashi flush and insist she could do it herself. He knew that, of course, but he loved how flustered she got when he did little things like that for her. He pressed himself to her side like a barnacle and watched her eat from his low angle. She noticed after a while and put her hand over his eyes, leading to a little tussle that almost spilt soup everywhere.
“I still need ta get ready,” Mika murmured into her neck. She hummed and stroked his hair with gentle fingers.
“How could I eat my soup without you here?” she pouted. Mika huffed again, poking her side and making her squeak.
“Ya know damn well yer jus’ bein’ dramatic,” he grumbled. He stayed snuggled up to her, though. “How’s yer pain?”
“Better,” she replied after a mouthful. “It seems that my sweet Mika-chan can fix all my ailments~.”
“‘s more likely the ibuprofen ‘n soup, silly.”
“Nooo, it’s absolutely my wonderful boyfriend’s presence and warmth. My body can sense your love, so it’s healing.” Arashi twirled her fingers through his hair.
“‘Kaayyy, I’ll trust yer fake-ass science, then,” Mika kissed her neck softly. “Only ‘cuz I love ya.”
“I love you too!” Arashi smiled down at him, then narrowed her eyes. “But it’s not fake science. It’s a very well tested hypothesis, actually.”
“Nnaa, I doubt thaaat~,” Mika rubbed his hand over her stomach. “Silly girl.” Arashi hummed and closed her eyes.
“You’re soothing it right now, though…”
“Ngah, what happened to just my presence healin’ ya?”
“Sometimes I need extra attention, duh~,” Arashi put the empty thermos aside and burrowed into Mika’s arms, pressing her face to his collarbone and sighing. “You’re so warm…”
“Yer such a warmth leech,” Mika mumbled. He rubbed her back slowly, focusing on her lower back. “Is it more yer tummy or back today?”
“Back,” she whispered, smiling when Mika pressed his fingers in a little. “You’re so good to me, Mika-chan~.”
“Well, I know how bad it can feel, lovey,” Mika murmured and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I used to puke ‘n stuff.”
“My poor darling,” Arashi pouted and squeezed him closer. “It’s been okay lately, right?”
“Mhm~, ‘m lucky that it’s alright today…” she hummed, then blinked.
“Wait, today?”
“Huah?! Y-yea?” She pulled back and thwacked his shoulder lightly.
“You— Mika-chan!”
“Wauh, what’d I do?!”
“You’re here pampering me and being all sweet when you’re on your period too?”
“Well, ‘m used to it—”
“That’s not an excuse!” Arashi pouted at him. She cupped his face and pressed their foreheads together with narrow eyes. “Evil boyfriend…”
“‘m not evil… Jus’ ‘cuz I wanted ta support my girlfriend on her period?”
“You’re dealing with more than me!” She squished his cheeks. “Do you want soup? A heat pack?”
“‘m all good, Naru-chan, really…” Mika nudged their noses. “Big pad is in n’ I’ve got my warm girl and her cuddles, I’ll be fine~.” Arashi huffed. She kissed him then turned to reach for the box on her bedside. She turned back with a piece of chocolate in her fingers.
“Open up~,” she hummed. Mika did so, blushing a little as she fed him. “There we go. Now at least I’ve done something.”
“Mmhm, thank ya,” Mika mumbled, then swallowed. “Even if that was meant for ya.” Arashi shrugged.
“I’ll always share with you, love,” she popped a piece in her mouth and pulled him into her arms. “Naughty.”
“‘m nooot,” Mika whined, but nuzzled into her chest anyway.
“I didn’t know we were synced,” she murmured. “I am with Hiyori-chan, but you’re always irregular.”
“Mmhm, ‘t’s always fluctuatin’. Prob’bly won’t be synced by next month,” Mika hummed when Arashi started rubbing his back the same way he did for her.
“And here I was being all mopey and exhausted when my precious boyfriend was dealing with way more,” Arashi huffed again. Mika grumbled.
“Yer goin’ through it for th’ first time, yer allowed ta be a bit down.”
“Hardly the first, it’s been… Two years now, I think,” she smiled, and Mika did too.
“Grown up girl now, yer gettin’ so experienced.” The words made Arashi laugh. Mika’s arm left her back and reached out before flopping pathetically to the bed.
“What? You want more chocolate?” Arashi pulled back to reach for it. She broke off a piece and held it up. “Ask nicely.”
“Can I have some of yer choccy please, my darlin’ Naru-chan?” Mika added a pleading look to the mix to really strike the arrow through her heart. Arashi laughed softly and popped it in his mouth.
“Flatterer,” she murmured as they wrapped themselves around each other again.
CW: afab reader, p in v, creampie, second hand embarrassment, oral f receiving, smut
Summary: Your roommate and best friend, Helaena, and her older brother Aegon, have decided that both you and her younger brother, Aemond, need to go on a date. Both of you are too wrapped in your academics so they decided to take it into their own hands to bring you two together.
Ever since the accident, Aemond knew he was different. That everybody stared at him with curiosity and fear. Usually the latter. With a jagged scar running over his face, and a dazzling sapphire in the other. It’s no wonder to him why they gave him those looks.
Aemond sighed, slid his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket, and braced himself against the cold wind that would hit him as soon as he walked out the door. He was on his way to meet up with his brother and sister, Helaena and Aegon. Surprisingly, they met someone whom they both agreed that they needed to introduce to Aemond.
He still didn't really know why he accepted the invitation. Well, he did, but was confused as to what was the why. At first he agreed to meet up because Helaena put on a pouty face and begged him to. Then Aegon kept pestering the hell out of him, constantly texting him and sending annoying ass Snapchats. But as the day to the meeting creeped closer Aemond couldn't help but feel curious, hopeful even, that there might be someone else to talk to.
Aemond was quiet; he studied hard and put all his energy into his work, but didn't have company outside his family and close family friends.
He picked up his pace to get to the cafe faster, the blistering wind slapping him in the face. Thankfully, he got there without freezing his ass off. Aemond entered the cafe and was instantly welcomed by a cozy warmth and the smell of coffee. He barely had time to take in a deep breath when Helaena called out to him.
"Aems! Over here!" She shouted. Well, not really shouted. Helaena never raised her voice above her usual delicate tone but Aemond could hear her anywhere if she was calling to him.
Aemond gave a soft smile to his sister and rolled his eyes at Aegon, seeing him sprawled over the table, most likely feeling the effects of a hangover. Aemond quickly got his black coffee before joining his siblings at the table.
"I'm so excited for you to meet my best friend, she's an absolute sweetheart!" Helaena exclaimed in a sing-song voice. She leaned closer to Aemond and gave him a sly smile, "and she has a very soft spot for Shakespeare."
Aegon groaned without lifting his head. "Did you seriously just say something about Shakespeare?"
"Be quiet and be nice when she gets here," scolded Helaena.
This time, Aegon rose, putting on the grandest voice he could muster. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much."
Helaena glared at Aegon while Aemond closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He couldn't help himself, he had to correct him. "While the sentiment is the same, that line is frequently misquoted. The correct line is actually -"
"'The lady doth protests too much, methinks.' said by Hamlet's mother from Hamlet."
Aemond's eyes went wide as he saw the girl who finished the sentence for him. She was right behind him, how did he not notice?
She gave Aemond a shy smile and gave him her name. "Hi, I'm Helaena's friend,and I guess I'm Aegon's friend, too."
A high pitched squeal erupted next to Aemond. Helaena never makes such sound unless she’s extremely excited. She shot up from her chair and nearly tackled her.
"I can't believe you made it!"
"Of course I made it, you know I always pull through for you.”
Helaena pulled out of the hug but kept her arm around her best friend.
“And I'm not proud to admit it, but Aegon did help a bit with easing the nervousness of meeting up with…"
Her eyes locked in on Aemond. She had never seen a guy so beautiful and it made her heart flutter a bit. His silver hair fell down just below his shoulders. Against his all black attire his hair and his eye beckoned her attention.
Eye. Only one. A vibrant violet eye, but still only one. In place of the other eye was a black eyepatch that sculpted his face perfectly. What the eyepatch didn’t cover, however, was the angry scar that marred his face.
"Meeting up with you. Yeah, hi, um… I'm -” she stopped herself from introducing herself again. “Sorry, I already said that when I interrupted your conversation. I just get really excited about Shakespeare, you know? And there's so much of his work to digest and analyze and his work is so prevalent even today and can really help actors because his work is just beautiful and -- shit, I'm rambling aren't I?"
Aemond couldn't help but smile at her babbling. It wasn't every day that he came across someone who gets as excited over Shakespeare as him. Even though it was brief, he noticed how her eyes lit up when she mentioned Shakespeare. He could tell she was nervous but her passion covered anything that suggested otherwise.
“My girl is here for a few weeks on her winter break. Initially it was just gonna be me and her but then Aegon brought up that our fellow sibling might need a new friend,” Helaena explained.
She reached out her hand to Aemond. “I’m going to assume you’re the famous, brooding sibling your brother and sister talk so highly of.”
Aemond went to run a hand through his long silver hair. She watched him, completely entranced by his beauty. She knew she was fucked. She knew she was fucked when she interupted their conversaion and laid eyes on him.
“Yeah, I’m Aemond,” he took her hand and gave her a little shake. “Glad to know my brother and sister speak so highly of me to others,” he chuckled.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, no that's not what I meant. I meant that they talk about you a lot and I think you're interesting and oh shit." She proceeded to flop her face on Helaena's shoulder while her best friend patted her head.
Aegon grinned at Aemond. "See? She's just your type. Rambling and all."
A muffled noise came from Helaena's shoulder.
"She’s right. Shut up, Aegon."
Aemond looked at his siblings and then her. He awkwardly coughed to break the tension.
"So…uh…" Aemond had no idea what to say in this situation so he blurted out the first thing that darted through his mind.
"Ya like jazz?" Silence fell as Aemond registered what he said. "God fucking dammit," he immediately snapped his head to Aegon. "Shut the fuck up, Aegon."
"Seriously? That's the first thing you say to someone? 'Ya like jazz?' from the Bee movie?" Aegon was almost falling out of his chair from laughing too hard.
Aemond was too focused on trying not to punch his brother in the face that he didn't notice that she had lifted her face from Helaena's shoulder and softly giggled with her.
“Okay, I’m not gonna lie, that definitely caught my attention, and in a good way,” she laughed.. “Really, it’s a nice break from my stream of consciousness.”
Aemond turned to look at her and gave a small smile. His face now had a tint of color and went down the sides of his neck.
“Glad to be of service, then,” he said, almost giving a theatrical bow before deciding against it. Instead, he opted for a cheeky wink.
Aemond locked eyes and for a moment it was just them. A violet eye meeting warm brown ones.
“And I think that’s our cue to leave, Aeg,” muttered Helaena. She knew Aemond and her best friend would hit it off, but not this quickly.
Aegon clapped Aemond on the back. “Okay, little bro. Have fun on your date!”
Aemond snapped his eye to Aegon and she snapped hers to Helaena.
“I’m sorry, a date?” she asked Helaena.
“Yeah…sorry, girl. But you know you need to go out more, especially after that, and, well, here’s my solution to that. You can’t stay cooped up in your apartment by yourself all the time.” Helaena looked at her and then Aemond. “Both of you.”
She drew in a deep breath then turned to Aemond.
“I’ll give it a shot if you do.”
A date. She was going on a date with Aemond Targaryen, her best friend's brother. The idea shouldn't excite her but she would be lying if she said it didn't make her heart leap up in her throat.
Once Helaena and Aegon left, the rest stood there not really knowing what to do.
"You said you'd give it a shot?" She asked. Aemond nodded. Offering her hand to Aemond, she quickly smirked. "Well then, let's go."
Aemond deeply inhaled, smiled back, and took her hand. She led them out of the cafe and walked them around a block before realizing she didn't know the area at all.
"So…do you know where you're going?" Aemond asked.
"Not really, but that's what an adventure is, right? And this surprise date is certainly one."
Realizing that he was still holding her hand, Aemond pulled his hand away and shoved it into his pocket. Some color stained his face as he coughed and said, "There's a bookshop nearby if you want to check it out."
She stuffed her hands in her pockets as well and glanced a look at Aemond, smiling. "Yeah, sure, that would be great."
In comfortable silence, the two made their way to a hole in the wall bookshop. Her eyes widened at the view. She thought this was going to be your usual bookshop. But this was no ordinary bookshop. This was heaven on earth. What looked like a mess to an outsider was really shelves upon shelves of books that have been loved. Some were donated books with scrawling annotations for the next reader to delve into. Others were sparkling new, completely untouched, books ready to be loved and hated.
"Hey, Aemond!" A friendly voice sounded.
At the counter was a guy who didn't look like your stereotypical bookshop employee. If anything, he was the opposite. His face was worn and he had what looked like an itchy five o'clock shadow. He obviously worked out and could easily be assumed to be an off-standish person but his eyes were kind and welcoming.
"Cregan, hey. Just wanted to show my, uh, date here,the place," Aemond introduced.
Cregan gave you a welcoming smile. "Go on in, my guys. If you find anything you want you know where to find me," he winked at Aemond before turning back to his work.
Aemond took her hand and led them through the shelves, weaving in and out. "There's this one spot here that I think you'll love," he said.
A red tinge creeped up to her cheek as she smiled and picked up her pace to keep up with Aemond. The only thing she knew they had in common was Shakespeare so she could only assume this has to do with those famous works. Her mind flooded with thoughts of The Tempest and Richard III. Those beautiful, and in Richard III's case, subtly distressing, stories.
She once saw this production of Richard III had a grunge, steam-punk style but still maintained some modern form of politics, suits and all. The beauty of it, the darkness splattered with blood, and the eerie chanting of the opening line in Richard's monologue, "Now is the winter of our discontent," over and over again, layered on top of each other until all that could be heard was a cacophony of voices. The mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine and caused her to physically respond.
Aemond felt her little shiver while he was directing her to nook that was what he considered his own private spot. He tugged her hand a little more as they closed in and came to a stop.
"We're here," he said.
She pulled her attention away from her memory and took in the beauty that was before her. Stacks upon stacks of Shakespeare's plays ranging from old and used to new and pristine. There were even programs of professional productions scattered around. She released Aemond's hand and slowly approached the book shelf closest to her. Her hand grazed the spines of these books, these plays, that have granted her an escape from reality.
Aemond watched her as she explored the section. He couldn't help but stare at the wonder in her eyes. While she was flustered and a bit scatterbrained when they first met, here she was calm and inspired. It was as though every step she took was calculated. She stopped at a book and carefully reached for it.
"Macbeth," she breathed out.
She simply stared at the beautiful copy, a collector's edition. The cover was a soft black with gold roses interwoven with snakes. In the middle was elegant silver lettering of the title sitting above a bubbling cauldron.
"You dare say the title aloud?" Aemond feigned concern.
Snapping out of her trance, she smack Aemond with the same play she was entranced with and rolled her eyes."We're not in a theater so we're fine."
Aemond crossed his arms and leaned on the nearest book shelf and chuckled. "Are you telling me that you actually believe in that superstition?"
She gently laid the book down and slowly walked up to him. "Of course I believe it. You'd believe it if the myth became reality to you too."
"I'm sorry, love, but I don't believe you," Aemond said. He silently cursed at himself for calling her love and prayed to the gods she didn't hear him.
She heard him.
"Now," Aemond started, "I've never been involved with a Shakespeare play -"
She was quick to cut him off, "and that's where I have the one up on you." She gave him a little smirk. "Let me tell you the story of the Old Valyria Theatre." She dramatically cleared her throat before beginning the tale.
"On a dark and stormy night -"
"Was it really dark and stormy?" Aemond interrupted.
The storyteller huffed and rolled her eyes. "No, but I was having fun so shut up."
Aemond gave an amused smile and nodded his head to let her continue.
"Anyway, it was fucking August, happy now?"
"Very," he said with a cheeky grin.
"Okay, so it's August and the Old Valyria Theatre decides to take on a Shakespeare show, like any other company does. Such a big brain idea, I know. Out of all the plays, they chose Macbeth hoping the audience would have some knowledge of the play and it's nuances. Old Valyria Theatre had a stellar cast, every actor playing a named role had previous experience with Shakespeare, which is always a plus. Shakespeare is fucking hard."
"Hmmm."
"Don't 'hmmm' me, Aemond. It is! You're distracting me again."
"Wonderful, experienced cast, right? Well, except for the children who played Fleance and Macduff's son; they were menaces to society. Everyone told them the significance of the 'myth' of Macbeth as well as other superstitious within theatre. Of course, like all children, they didn't really care and thought it was all fun and stupid. Until the accident." She stopped and stared at Aemond.
"The accident? Really? I don't think it's truly that dramatic, love, but go on." Aemond shook his head.
"Okay fine, it wasn't all that dramatic but it was still pretty intense. Because these kids were little shits, they tried out all the other superstitions: whistling in a theater, turning off the ghost light when everyone has gone, and yelling good luck. Once the first week of shows were finished, the cast knew they were pushing their luck by continuing the rest of the month but they kept going. The show must go on, right? Well, as they were closing up, the one playing Macduff ran up to the second floor platform and yelled out 'MACBETH!' Everyone in the theater looked at the kid in fear as he laughed his ass off. He was laughing so hard that he had to lean on the railing and, lo and behold, the railing broke and the kid fell off and nearly broke his tailbone. Aemond, I'm telling you the curse is real!"
Aemond cocked his head to the side and pondered the story. "So you're telling me," he started, "that you believe the curse of Macbeth is real because a kid decided to be a little shit, scream it, and then ended up falling off a set piece?" He chuckled and shook his head. "That's just kids being stupid and sets not being properly built."
"It was safe! We had gone on it thousands of times! There's no other explanation!" She argued.
"Okay, okay, I'll take your word for it," he said as he pushed himself off the bookshelf and slung an arm over her shoulders.
She leaned into him and snaked a hand around his waist as they headed out.
"Not buying anything?" Cregan asked when they appeared.
"Eh," Aemond said while the girl beside him called out.
"Next time, I swear!" She giggled a bit and pushed herself closer to Aemond.
The two walked out of the bookshop, still linked to each other. Aemond looked at her and thought she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. When he first saw her he knew she was pretty but watching her become so passionate and silly over Shakespeare made everything about her shine.
They were heading back to the coffee shop when Aemond paused, almost tripping her, and blurted out what he's been wanting to say ever since the book shop. "Wanttoheadtomyplace?" He blurted.
"I'm sorry, what? I couldn't make out what you were saying."
Aemond took a deep breath. "Want to head to my place? It's not far and it's warmer and we don't have to spend extra money."
She looked at him with bright eyes. "Yeah, let's go."
It was a bit of a longer walk to Aemond's apartment but neither of them minded it much. Aemond held her hand right, refusing to let it go for even the briefest of moments. He still couldn't believe that a set up from Helaena and Aegon would actually pull through but here she is. This beautiful young woman who is as witty as she is passionate.
Around two blocks away from the apartment Aemond squeezed her hand and came to a stop. "I know I said we'd go to my place but I want to show you this first. That okay? I know it's freezing out here."
She gave him a small smile. "Yeah, sure! I don't mind the cold, really. Kinda makes me feel alive, you know?"
"I do. The cold makes you…feel." He paused for a moment, lost in thoughts when a tug pulled him out of it.
"So this place you wanted to show me? I'm intrigued now."
"Yeah, um, right this way."
He led her through the city, weaving between pedestrians. As brisk as the walk was, she couldn't help but take in the beautiful sights, a dusting of snow beginning to lay upon it all. Shops had their Christmas lights up and began to glow. The smell of pine danced through the air along with sugary sweets as they passed a bakery. The smells and the sights had her so entranced that she didn't realize Aemond had come to a stop.
“I wanted to show you this,” he said as he turned to face you. “I don't know if this is considered moving too fast but something about you feels…right.”
No, I agree, Aemond. It does feel right,” she smiled at him and stepped closer. Wrapped her arms around his waist and resting her head against him she knew he was right. He felt right. This felt right.
Aemond wrapped his arms around her and held on tight, resting his chin on her head.
After a few moments of simply taking her in, he stepped aside to reveal the hidden beauty. It was a lake. A beautiful lake that sparkled even more than it usually would. The ice on top reflected the sun in the most perfect way it was as though it came straight out of a fairytale. Despite the lake being further from the hustle and bustle, it was also decorated with bells and lights among the trees.
“Aemond, this is stunning,” she said in awe.
A slight breeze encouraged the trees to dance and the bells that decorated them jingled a little song. Like the lights on the shops, these lights were beginning to glow as well.
She stepped forward, the pull of the lake too strong to be ignored. Aemond wrapped his arms around her waist and gently rocked them back and forth. She turned to face him and he pressed his forehead against hers. His breath was warm against hers as he gently bumped his nose against hers.
“May I kiss you?” he whispered. It was almost too quiet for her to hear.
“Yes.”
Aemond gently closed the gap between them and brought his lips to hers. It wasn’t a rushed kiss, it was simply soft and sweet.
“‘I kiss thee with a most constant heart’,” he said as they pulled apart.
“Henry IV, Part 2, good choice,” she laughed. “Cheesey, but a good choice nonetheless.”
*“Would you rather I call you my acorn, my knotgrass?” He joked.
“Really? Acorn and knotgrass? That’s an insult!” she said. “If you call me either of those then I’ll climb you and scratch your eyes out,” she grinned.
“Scratch my eyes out? Yeah, that doesn’t seem great but climbing me? Maybe I’ll take that chance.”
Aemond captured her lips once again but there was little softness this time. There was passion. Aemond swiped his tongue across her bottom lip asking for permission. She opened and let him in, all of him in. When their tongues touched it was as though lightning struck her. She wanted him and she wanted more. Her hands moved up to the nape of his neck and pulled him closer while his grip on her waist tightened. When they broke apart they pressed their foreheads together again.
“Can you take me to your apartment now?” She asked him.
“Absolutely,” he said with a kiss.
Aemond grabbed her hand and tugged her away from the lake and back to the sidewalk. This time there was a rush to get to his apartment. No waiting, no time to take in everything. The main goal was to get to the apartment.
The young woman holding his hand couldn’t keep the excitement at bay. Every time he squeezed her hand a shot of anticipation ran through her and straight to her core. All she could think about was his lips on hers, his hands all over her, his hands going under her shirt and -
“Thank the fucking gods we’re here,” Aemond interrupted her thoughts and dragged you into his apartment.
As soon as the door closed she was on him. She took charge and pushed him against the wall but Aemond wouldn’t have that. As soon as his back was against the wall he flipped them over so she was the one pressed against it.
“Trying to gain the upper hand, my flower?” He teased her while kissing down her neck.
“Flower? What happened to acorn? I thought - oh, fuck,”
Aemond brought his lips back up her neck and nipped at her earlobe. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I - I thought you were going to -”
He ran his hands down her body only to snake them under her sweater. The skin on skin contact shot pleasure all the way through her.
“Aemond please,” she begged.
“Aemond please what?” he smiled against her lips as he captured them once more.
“Please touch me.”
Aemond immediately brought his hands around her to unclasp her bra underneath her sweater. He slowly brought them back around and gently swiped a thumb over a nipple. His cold hands were quick to harden them and all she could do was whine. She arched her back to get more friction but as soon as she did he took a step back.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” Aemond took this moment to take her in, her face flushed and her hair slightly messy.
She, however, took this moment to pull his hands back to her and encourage him to take off her sweater. Aemond chuckled at her impatience.
“Slow down, don’t you want to make this last?” He asked her.
“Yes, I want to make it last but I need to get out of my clothes and so do you,” she growled.
Aemond let her take off his clothes. She wanted revenge, though, and she had a plan once she stripped him of his jacket and shirt. He took her hand and led her to his bed. She pushed him down and stepped away from him.
“You want to be a tease? I’ll tease you back,” she told him.
He leaned back on one hand and watched her as she slowly stripped all her clothes off. She swung her hips and played with the hem of her shirt, making sure that Aemond could see just the tiniest bit of her tits before pulling it back down. She walked up to him and turned around to grind her ass on him as she took off her shoes and socks. She could feel him move to grab her but as soon as he did she moved away from him.
“Nope, no touching, Aemond. I told you if you wanted to be a tease then I’ll tease you back.”
She heard him growl in frustration but that only spurred her on even more. With her back still facing him, she slowly shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her in only her panties and sweater. When she turned around Aemond was out of his pants and underwear and touching himself at the sight of her. She smiled at him and lifted the sweater over her head before sauntering over to straddle him.
She bent down and whispered in his ear. “Is this what you wanted, babe?”
“Holy fuck yes,” Aemond responded. Immediately he flipped them over so he was on top and she was laying flat on his bed.
He kissed her hard before dragging his mouth over her jaw and down her neck. He nipped at her collarbone and she tangled her hands in his hair, urging him to go lower. Aemond complied and kissed his way to her tits, slowly circling from the outside of them to the pert nipple. But he wouldn’t touch her where she wanted, not yet. He kissed right next to her nipple then blew on it, causing it to become a peak. She whined and arched her back wanting more. Aemond looked up to see her eyes closed and smiled before finally taking one of her nipples into his warm mouth.
“Fuck, Aemond,” she whined.
“Is this what you wanted, babe?” he parroted back.
“Yes, yes, please!”
“Don’t worry, there’s more.” He switched to the other nipple and brought his hand up to the one he just left to play with it.
It felt so good, she could feel herself soaking her panties. Aemond could feel it too when she tried to grind against him. He smiled against her before letting go of her nipple with a pop and bringing his lips back to hers.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are. But I think you need a little more, do you agree?”
All she could do was nod in response as he kissed his way past her tits and down to her core. He kissed her over her panties and made her arch up.
“Patience, babe.”
He placed a hand on her lower stomach to keep her from bucking up as he continued to kiss her over her panties. He soon let go of her to drag them down. Aemond licked his lips at the sight of her glistening pussy. This was all his, she was this wet because of him and the thought drove him crazy. He gave her little to no time to recover before he was back between her legs, kissing and licking. He pressed an open mouth kiss to her center before dipping the tip of his tongue inside her. She cried out in pleasure as he began fucking her with his tongue. He brought one hand up to knead one of her breasts and play with a nipple while the other gently stroked her clit. She could feel the pressure building up.
“Aemond, please, I’m gonna cum,” she cried.
He simply hummed against her and picked up the pace with everything. It was all too much. The pleasure building inside her was coming to a breaking point and with a slight pinch to her clit she soaked him.
Aemond pulled away smiling. “Fuck, you taste perfect,”
He bent down to kiss her and she savored the taste of herself on him. He was hers, she knew it.
“Tell me what you want,” he said against her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered against her.
“Good, because that’s all I’ve been thinking about since the lake.”
He pulled away from her and let her position herself in a more comfortable position while he reached for a condom in a drawer.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the shot,” she grabbed his arm and pulled him close. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”
Something snapped in Aemond that had him on top of her in an instant. His hands were on her tits and he could feel her reaching for his cock. She gently tugged him forward, lining him with her entrance.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Now fuck me, Aemond.”
In a quick motion he sheathed himself inside her as she cried out loud in pleasure.
He let himself settle but she didn’t want to waste any time. While Aemond was catching his breath she moved her hips against him. He gripped her hips and pulled out slightly before slamming back into her. She didn’t want any slow fucking, she wanted fast and she wanted hard.
Aemond’s grip on her hips didn’t lessen as he fucked her into the bed. But he wanted to go deeper. He pulled out of her, making her whine, but was quick to flip her over so she was on her hands and knees. He pushed her down so her chest was against the bed and her ass was in the air.
“Fucking love this pussy, and it’s fucking mine.”
Aemond wasted no time joining them together again. This was even better. She could feel him hit all the right spots, making the pressure build up again. She felt Aemond’s hand snake around her hips as he started to rub small circles on her clit.
He bent down over her and whispered, “I need you to cum on my cock, babe.”
“AEMOND,” she screamed as the pleasure peaked.
“Fucking hell,” Aemond said as he felt her tighten around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You feel so good, taking me so well.”
“Please, please, please,” she begged. “Please cum inside me, I want it please. I want you.”
Aemond’s thrusts became erratic, his grip on her so tight that they would leave bruises. He began pulling all the way out and slamming back in. With one last thrust he finished inside her, collapsing on top.
Together they lay there, his cock still inside her.
“Fucking hell, that was perfect. You are perfect,” Aemond whispered as he kissed her cheek.
He slowly got up and pulled out of her. “I’m gonna clean us up, okay?”
“Okay,” she breathed out.
When he left the room she rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling. That was the most perfect fuck she has ever had and it was with someone she actually liked. This was perfect, he was perfect.
Aemond came back with a wet rag and cleaned her up, being careful around her clit and core. When he was done he discarded the rag and got into bed with her and held her.
“So what do we think about this? Want to make this an us?” He asked.
“Yes, let’s make this an us,” she smiled at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before tucking into his chest and falling asleep.
*Acorn and knotgrass/climbing and clawing eyes out is a reference to Midsummer Night’s Dream when someone was called an acorn for being short*
(I saw the Yandere Summoning post and was ~inspired~ A bit long, but I do love my build-ups! Edited version so hopefully I haven't missed anything again.)
How had things turned out like this? You don’t even like the spooky stuff! You hate horror movies, not because you think they’re bad, they just scare you too easily! So taking part in this stupid ritual your friends had cooked up should have had you running for the hills! You had only stuck around to help them figure out the symbolism of the objects they wanted to choose. That was supposed to be it! End of!
But then Pete had started to get spooked, what with the summoning circle made of actual blood- Stuey had some pigs blood that he was going to mix with bait to catch some feral cats in the area, and for fishing apparently. And Lucy had begged you to add something. You still had some swords and stuff in your car from a renaissance fair and since they were using real blood you decided, why not real swords? So you grabbed two and threw on some chains and feathered necklaces that you had bought for yourself, and gifts for others, and then a few other bits and pieces because, hell, why not go the whole nine yards?
So you held Pete’s hand and said the words, and screamed a bit when the candles went out, and the wind howling was definitely freaky, and you had wanted to run out of the room. The hairs on the back of your neck rising and goosebumps everywhere and shivers running up and down your back. Even Lucy and Eden had huddled close as Pete practically climbed into your arms. The ritual finished and everything died down, and someone turned the lights back on. As you wrangled control of your heart-rate, and looked about as you gently put Pete back on his feet.
Nothing had changed, and everyone began to laugh and joke. You rubbed the back of your neck to try and shake the feeling that something was off. You were just spooked, paranoid, and running on fear-induced adrenaline. You’re fine. Your friends are fine. Everything is fine.
You shook your head and headed upstairs to grab some marshmallows and a lighter, deciding to take advantage of everyone's distraction to get yourself a few extra treats before they wandered up and Eden tried to shove a whole bag of giant marshmallows in their mouth again.
You and your friends weren’t the only group here, it’s a popular camping area with a lot of oldey-cabins for big and small groups. Schools, conservationists, holiday-goers, campers, need-a-place-to-stay-after-the-renaissance-fair-goers, and it was even better because this cabin was close to the water and the boat house, and renting had included use of the two in there. You all decided to make a vacation of it, go to the fair and then relax at the cabin for a few days before heading home. It was a larger group than you’re used to, friends and partners and workmates tagging along, with more the merrier and everyone pitching in. So the extra peace was much needed.
As you stacked the wood in the firepit and got it ready to burn, your ears pricked at the sound of whooshing air. Looking up and around trying to spy a bird or something, hopefully one you haven’t accidentally pissed off somehow, you saw nothing but shadows and starlight.
“They owe me a billion muffins for this.” You muttered as you lit the firepit. Sitting back on one of the camper chairs and began the process of roasting sweet fluffy marshmallows, just to the point of them being completely on fire and only blowing it out once they’re completely charred on the outside.
The rest of the night goes normally, and once the sugar high dies down, you stumble to your bed to fall asleep as the rest of them either linger or wander to their own bunks. When morning rolls around, you stumble downstairs and shamble to the coffee. Some are already down, and you have no idea how, but good for them. Others start making their way down, and you hum a greeting, not yet capable of actual words.
Throughout breakfast, you can’t help but glance out the windows. Every now and then you swear you see something out of the corner of your eye, or something in the treeline in the distance, or hear a particularly loud splash from the water. A few of your friends look around from where they sit, also feeling a little on edge. Something… doesn’t feel quite right. You all do your best to ignore it, but you have a niggling. If everyone is feeling this, is it paranoia?
After everything is washed, and you all sort out what you want to do, everyone starts to wander off in groups. As you exit the backdoor, you notice that it won’t close properly, and keeps creaking open.
“Hey, Pete, did things get rowdy after I left last night?”
“Not really, why?” He stands next to you as you show him the door, and starts to fiddle with the lock. It won’t click shut, and even when it does, a few shakes of the door make it click back to ‘unlocked’.
“Well, people did get a little drunk. Maybe they were a bit clumsy with the door? It’s probably old and a few heavy handed idiots were its last straw.” You speak up, not all that convinced, but you still send a text to the group chat letting them know that the door is fucked. You and Pete wedge it shut with a piece of wood, at least to keep any critters from sneaking in, and head to catch up with Lucy who went to the boathouse to get the fishing gear.
The three of you have fun, picking a spot a fair distance away so you can all have some peace and quiet and maybe even catch something for dinner. You know Stuey can work miracles with fresh ingredients. There were a few spooks, though, when you felt watched and kept looking over your shoulder, and all three of you heard that ‘whooshing’ sound again but when you looked around there was nothing. Hearing the snaps of branches had you all jumping to your feet, you brandishing your walking stick and Lucy grabbing a knife while Pete hid behind you two. Pete isn’t a fighter, too soft and sweet, and frankly since he’s the one who went to med-school, you want to keep him safe so he can patch you up later.
You decide to go to the treeline, at least, like an idiot in the horror movies that you refuse to watch who dies first. You’re gonna die because you’re an idiot who needs to make sure your friends at least have the chance to run if something jumps out to eat you-
You freeze at a larger black shape, and it takes exactly 0.2 seconds for your brain to tell you it’s a bear. You quickly turn to your group, and gesture to your gear.
“It’s a bear, I think. Time to pack up and head back.” You say in a harsh whisper. You had heard black bears aren’t too dangerous if you leave them alone, but you aren’t taking the chance. Not with how off you feel. Besides, it’s getting towards the afternoon, and with any luck there’ll be some leftover lunch-stuff, or just beg Stuey to make something for them.
The trip back was a bit rushed, but by the time you all got back you were all relaxed and joking about it. You really, really hoped what you saw was a bear.
By the time everything was put away and you were hauling your catch into the kitchen, you felt the mood drop again as you saw one of the other members of the big group walk into the space, looking relieved at the sight of the three of you.
“Oh thank god, we couldn’t get a hold of you guys.”
“We went out fishing, remember? Probably went outside of cell-phone range, this place is pretty hilly” He nodded at Lucy’s reply, and he began to wring his hands.
“Look, this is gonna sound really bad, but we’re trying not to accuse anyone of anything- it’s just. Ugh,” He shook his head, and took a deep breath, “Did any of you go near the cars this morning? Or notice anything weird?”
The three of you exchanged looks, and a feeling of foreboding filled the room. “No. Guys?”
They both echoed your reply, confusion and concern obvious on their faces.
“Ah, shit.” The other guy said, Matt you think his name was.
“What happened to the cars?”
“What didn’t happen to them?” Matt laughed a little, but it sounded strained even to your ears, “Some had punctured tired, others had their steering wheels and wires messed with, some won’t even start, or had the car batteries stolen. One actually had the whole engine removed. At this point we’re trying to mix and match to try and get one car working, but most even got their spare tires messed with, and with so many odd wheel sizes we probably won’t be able to get far anyways.”
During all this, you felt another niggling in the back of your brain. Along with budding panic, but you pushed that aside. Absently grabbing Pete’s hand as you pulled out your phone with your free one, letting Lucy take over the conversation.
No messages. No updates. No signal.
That’s not right. You should at least have a signal in the cabine. You don’t even have the internet right now. No wifi. No nothing.
“There’s no signal, and I’m not getting the internet.” You try to turn your data on, but nothing changes. “Data’s fucked too. Any luck?” The others scramble to get their phones out and check. Within a few seconds Matt is cursing, and runs out to the group outside. Lucy heads to one of the computers, and there’s a slight cheer a minute later.
“We still have a landline!” She called out, tapping away on the computer.
“Send a report to the guys who run this place, or whoever. And a police report.”
“Is that necessary?” Pete asked, looking at you. You grimace, but nod.
“Remember the RP games we play? What do we do when there’s a particularly well-entrenched, heavily fortified enemy base?”
Pete’s eyes widened at that. “We poke holes in their defences, then go for one big strike before they notice or can do anything about it. Then everything falls like dominoes.” He recited, shaking. You hold him, and look around the kitchen. This is a big cabin- hell it’s more a lodge or a holiday house, there are plenty of ways to get in, and more places to hide.
“Lucy!” You call, heading her way and transferring the shaking Pete to her, “I’m calling a group meeting, keep at the computer.” And with that, head outside to the group of arguing adults. You head to your car, and start pulling out weapons.
Stopping on the way back inside, you nudge Stuey with your foot. They look your way and frowned at the sight of you, before turning to the group and letting loose a loud whistle. Everyone quietens down, and with a cheery grin you jerk your head back to the house.
“Meeting inside in thirty seconds, can you make sure the rest of the group attend?” And turn to march with a bundle of weapons and armour. Will it help? Probably not. But it makes you feel better. As you set everything down, Lucy walks in with a grim look, before you can ask she shakes her head. Looks like the landline had been taken out, then. Fuck.
It actually takes a little over a minute, but everyone in the house is crowded in the large living room, people sitting on every available surface to help make room, and also because it’s free sitting space. You’re sitting on one of the large window sills, which is pretty high off the ground actually. You make quick work of laying out the happenings during the day, and the paranoia you felt, the feeling of being watched, the broken door, the fucked up internet, the phone lines -which are not connected to the landline, evidently- and now the cars. You ask if anyone noticed anything else.
Hands go up, and one by one people add to it. Missing items, windows with locks removed, doors in a similar state, someone even mentioned that the motorboat in the boathouse wouldn’t turn on, despite it working fine yesterday.
“What is this, a sick prank?” Stuey asked, a scowl on their face. Their car had been gutted, you remember.
“Could it be one of our neighbours?” Someone asks, and you cross your arms, leaning your shoulder on the window frame and look over your shoulder to the outside. You could see both forest and water, and the nearest house could barely be spotted. Each one was pretty far away, for privacy and noise and all that. There’s very little chance even the nearest house could hear them even if they had a full blown party, so the odds of them doing this because they’re a bunch of pissed off holidayers is unlikely. More likely that they’re just assholes, but honestly you didn’t even know if anyone was staying at the closest houses, and if they were why would they spend so much time and effort to do all this?
“Maybe, maybe not. We got a few hours before nightfall, but trying to hike our way to the nearest town will take most of a day, and I don’t want to risk whoever is fucking with us to catch us in the dark. Any volunteers to head to the nearest houses? Maybe they’re having similar problems, and if not… well. If the place is empty we can probably go to those places instead of staying here with all the broken locks and shit.” You run your hand through your hair, pushing away the building panic in your head. Jesus, what were you even doing?
Stuey organises two teams of three to head in opposite directions of the shoreline, Pete mentions that they have a generator and battery, so the house should be okay for power, but he still heads out to make sure it hasn’t been sabotaged either. Some others talk about the boat, and head out to see if they can’t figure out a way to fix it.
Lucy is grabbing your hand, squeezing it in comfort, before heading upstairs to start barricading windows and doors with the last of the group. Stuey heads to the kitchen to cook up a feast, joking that if it’s gonna be their last meal, might as well make it good.
You drop from the window, wringing your hands and wiping them on your thighs, feeling restless but unsure what to do. Looking down at the weapons you gathered, you head outside to grab whatever else is in the cars.
When you step outside, however, hairs rise on the back of your neck and you immediately throw yourself back and slam the door closed. You hear that ‘whooshing’ sound again and you’re gasping for breath. What the fuck was that? Pressing your back to the door, clutching at your chest. Hands at your shoulders make you lash out, slapping them away and trying to stand but your eyes cloud over as the world tilts.
You’re lowered gently to the floor instead of dropping, knees tucked underneath you, and you look up to see Stuey staring at you with concern. They’re saying something, but you can’t- it’s not- you can’t. They make you stare at their chest, a hand on their sternum, exaggerated, slow breaths, further emphasised by the movement of their hand, and you get the idea. Breathe. Breathe.
You follow the rhythm, and eventually find yourself back in your body. Sitting back, you lean against the door and nod.
“Sorry. I stepped outside and…” They nodded, no judgement, before standing and checking the windows.
“Don’t see anything. Maybe a good idea- did you leave your door open?” They ask, and you scramble to look out the window. Your car side door, and the back, are wide open. With a curse, you rush out the door and to the cars. Risky and stupid? Yes. But you need to know.
When you look inside, you’re cursing up a storm. From car to car you check, and by the time you head back inside you’re fighting the urge to destroy something.
“Fuckers stole everything! Our gear, weapons, even our damn banner!” You spit, sitting heavily at the kitchen counter where Stuey had retreated after the first bout of swears.
“So, that’s all we have?” They nodded to the lounge room. Half a dozen swords, two unstrung bows, the top half of some armour, and a few arrows. That’s not enough, but it’s better than nothing.
You nod as Stuey puts a steaming mug in front of you. You sip it only because you need something to do, and you can’t down it like a shot. That would hurt like a bitch. You decide to help in the kitchen, cutting and stirring, whisking and whatever else was needed. It was something to do, and was better than just sitting there, waiting for the others to come back or for something else to go wrong.
One group comes back, and says that there was no one at the house, but it looked in a similar condition to theirs, if not worse. Another thirty minutes go by, and the other group is running through the door, looking sick and pale.
“The other- fuck! The people there, they were…” They try to speak, bent over and gasping for breath. “They’re dead! Shit! It was… god, there was so much blood every-everywhere. I- I think someone's arm was on the fan, jesus. I can’t-” They quickly stumbled to a bin and began heaving, shaking and sobbing.
“Well. Fuck.” You say quietly, feeling cold seep into you. “Right. Okay.” You grab a glass and fill it with water, and some crackers. Setting them aside, you kneel to comfort them. You weren’t super close, but still friends, and you hated seeing them like this.
Water and snacks later, you send them up to rest. And go report the news to the others. The boat is a lost cause, and while the electricity is working, the whole access panel is outside and tucked away somewhere that is full of corners and shadows. Why it isn’t in the garage or anything is beyond you, but you don’t dwell on it. You fit one of the guys with the armour, as they know how to move in it best. Others grab the swords, string the bows and share the arrows, while everyone else grabs knives, screwdrivers, whatever they can. Come daylight, they’ll make a break for it.
Night falls, everyone enjoys their meal in relative silence. It’s mostly defiance for you. You’re not letting these sick fucks ruin a good meal, and you talk about the duel that Pete won at the fair, and how the other guy had been such a dick before the match. The others, thankfully, joined in. Some stayed quiet, but listened. Some headed off rest as soon as dinner wrapped up, others lingered, or wandered throughout the house to man their posts.
The house was big, so they had taken the mattresses down to the living room and created a large sleeping area and blocked off the top floor entirely as best they could. Whatever rooms they didn’t need were also blocked off, essentially giving them only the kitchen, bathroom, entryway and lounge room to guard, everyone paired was put in groups of two or three, no one was to be left alone. One half of the group would be on watch for half the night, then would begin to rotate out for the other half. You had opted for the first shift, figuring you wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways, and hopefully by the end you’d be tired enough to fall asleep at least for an hour or two.
It began half an hour before rotation was scheduled, when there was noise above them. A heavy ‘thump’. Then sounds outside, movement, and then a howl of all things! Long and low and loud. It sent shivers down your spine, and you gripped your sword.
A knock had you stifling a scream, and you were glad you weren’t the only one who let out a scared sound, as you turned to the door. You stared at the door, uncomprehending, as another light set of knocks echoed through the house. A nudge had her turning, and Lucy nodded to the door, then the stairs. You nodded in reply, and got the attention of another pair. You gestured to the stairs, and they gave shaky nods. Moving up with slow, quiet steps, until they were out of sight.
You stepped towards the door, then froze. More knocking, still polite and light, and you took more. Step, breathe, step, breathe. That’s how you got to the door. Without really knowing what to do, unable to bring yourself to speak, and not insane enough to actually open the door, you knock back. Thrice. Quick and clear.
“He-hello?” Pete spoke up, barely a wisp of a noise, and he cleared his throat before speaking louder, “Hello?” He was shaking like a leaf, and his voice was weak but could be heard clearly. Better than what you could do.
“Is there a Lucy present? I received a report about some kind of disturbance?” There was a melodic voice, muffled from the door, that reached them. It was foriegn, unfamiliar, and despite its soothing tone it made you tense up.
You held up a hand before Lucy could open her mouth, “That depends,” You say, stepping up to the door and bracing it slightly, your hunting sword clasped in one hand while the other pressed to the door by the handle. “Who are you?”
“Oh, where are my manners? You may call me Theophania, may I have yours?” The voice was sweet, cool and light and you didn’t trust it one bit. Plus, that bit about ‘may I have yours’ made something in you lurch uncomfortably. You remember all those stories about how names have power, and giving your name gives others power over you.
“You may not have my name, but you may call me Alex.” There. Neutral, polite, and vague enough to limit clues on your identity. You don’t know how much this… person might know, but you don’t want to risk giving them more than they may already have.
“Ooh, clever. I can see why they like you. I understand you are likely a friend of hers, and are only trying to protect her and each other. I can’t fault you for that, in fact I find it commendable. Trying to protect each other, but there’s nothing to fear. We’re here now. I promise you no harm will come to dear Lucy, that’s the last thing I want. So, won’t you send her out, please?”
You mind whirled with questions, but you bit them back and took a deep breath. “You’ve given me a name, but you haven’t told me who you are, only what you’re after. Why her?” And what will happen to the rest of us?
“Would you believe me if I said I’m here to help? Lucy, mostly, but the rest of you as well? None of these people I particularly wish to make enemies of, you know?”
“No, I’m afraid I wouldn’t believe you. You mentioned a report, but the internet cut before it could be sent.” You paused as terror gripped you. “What do you mean, ‘these people’? How many of you are there?”
“Oh, darling, there’s only one of me. But the rest of us?” There was a chuckle, “Looks like you’re about to meet some of them, don’t hold their impatience against them, they’re just eager is all.”
You turned, and saw red eyes fill one of the windows on the far side of the house and everyone was currently focused on the front door!
“Behind-!” Glass shattered, and there was screaming and crashing and running. Between one blink and the next, you were running into the woods. Weapon lost -you had thrown it at something that lept for Pete- and both hands dragging your friends along. You should have all taken your chance with heading for town when you had the chance, now you had to hope that everyone and everything had converged on the house, and that the shadows of the forest would give you enough cover to escape.
The house was mostly out of sight when the ground shifted under them, breaking through dirt and stone. Large roots were upheaved causing them to stumble and fall. By the time you stood, something rope-like came from the darkness to wrap around Lucy. You saw her wide, terrified eyes, saw her reach for you, before she was pulled away screaming, too fast for you to follow and within seconds she vanished. You couldn’t even hear her screams. Or had they been cut off? Was she dead?
You moved to Pete, and forced him to stand and pushed him to keep running. Tears blurred your vision but you didn’t care. Lucy was lost, you had to take care of Pete.
“No! No! What about Lucy? We have to go back for her!”
“I know! But we can’t! We-” You bit back a sob, refusing to break right now, “We don’t know where she was taken, or how many there are, or if she’s even-”
“Don’t say it!” Pete sobbed as he took stumbling steps to where Lucy had gone. You followed a few feet behind. “We have to make sure! We have to save her. She would do the same for us, you know she would!”
“She would have thrown you over your shoulder and started running as fast as she could.” You shot back, but there was no heat, only fear and panic and worry and not wanting to lose another friend. “They may keep her alive for a while, they wouldn’t put so much effort to just kill everyone. If we run for town we might be able to get help, that’ll give her- give everyone a better chance.” You don’t know that. You’re basically lying through your teeth. You hope but daren’t believe. Pete is shaking his head.
“You go. I won’t leave!” He turned and bolted, and you cursed. Pete was a fast little shit when he wanted to be, and you shot after him.
You don’t make it far before you hear a howl, only this one is much, much closer. Skidding to a halt, you call for Pete, only to see a huge dark shape descend upon him. It’s horrifyingly familiar as you see bright eyes and glinting teeth but it’s not a bear but it’s not anything you’ve seen except- except- except.
Pete is thrashing and screaming, the beast is growling and you swear you hear it whining as it bundles up its prize. You make it a single step before it leaps into the trees, vanishing into the darkness like Lucy, though Pete’s screams echo for a lot longer. Your hand is up, halfway to reaching for him.
That. Was that a… you can’t bring yourself to admit it. But still. It looked like a werewolf. And it took Pete. Sweet, gentle, Pete who was braver and stronger than most gave him credit for. And Lucy, supportive and kind and fiery in her own way.
You choke as you realise you left Stuey behind. He had been behind you, you think. Running for the back door, and had only taken a few steps before something grabbed him and then… then just vanished. Glowing red eyes and a hissing noise and Stuey’s broken cry for them to run- dear god. Had that been a vampire?
And- and the one at the door. The way they talked. Fairy? Fae? Something? Oh god. What was happening. These things weren’t real. Shouldn’t be real. Couldn’t be real. Yet. And yet.
You stood in the middle of the forest, it was eerily quiet. Except for your own breathing. Christ. You needed to breathe, slowly, and calm down. Just, calm down. You can do this. You can make it to town. Tell someone, anyone, though omit some details. You would be labelled insane. Maybe you were. Still.
You turned, and began to jog through the woods. There a bunch of roads around here, if you kept going you could find one, and that would lead you to the main road and you could head to town and-
A familiar sound of something cutting through wind reached her, and before she could even slow down something dropped from the canopy -the sky- directly into her path. Dark wings attached to a large, humanoid shape. Eyes glowing a menacing violet in the darkness. You slid to a quick stop, it was several metres away, so you couldn’t see any real details besides the shape and the eyes. It was just… standing there. Staring at you.
You turn to run the other way, when another body dropped from the heavens, it’s landing lighter than its fellow, but no less powerful or foreboding. This one had wings as well, but these ones glowed in the low moonlight, and as it stood and raised its head to look at you, you saw piercing blue eyes that seemed to be burning with their own light.
You step back, but hit something before you can turn. There wasn’t anything behind you before. You feel your heart stutter when warm arms wrap around your waist, pinning your arms to your side before you can begin to struggle.
“Shh… Shh… you’re okay. You’re safe now.” A voice whispered, masculine and low and, in any other situation would have been incredibly soothing. However, it currently only terrifies you more.
“No! No! Get off! Let me go, please!” But their -his- grip only tightens, and his face burrows into the side of your neck. You feel more than hear him inhale, and he shudders. His wings flaring and ruffling in the corner of your eye.
“Don’t be afraid.” Warm, almost burning, hands cup your cheeks and turn your face up. You’re forced to stare into bright, burning blue eyes set in a handsome face. He smiles down at you, but you can’t tell much else in the darkness. “We would never hurt you. We’re sorry it took so long to find you, you must have been so scared.” His tone is reverent and regretful all at once.
“Those fools were meant to help us, but of course they took their chance to grab what they wanted and leave.” The other spoke, irritated, retreating from your neck enough to kiss along your temple, before resting his cheek against your hair, “Though I can’t blame them, I would’ve done the same.”
“The others-? My friends! Please, are they okay?” You speak through your terror, struggling a little. You know it’s futile, you’re exhausted and they’re clearly stronger than you. Still, you try. You have to try.
“They’re safe, my love, you needn’t worry. They’ve likely never been better.” The one in front of you speaks, voice light and soft, but you’d be an idiot to miss the power there as well. As though what he spoke was written as truth never to be contested.
“What’s going on? Why did you…?” You couldn’t bring it to say it. Nor how to say it. What exactly were they doing besides traumatising you right now?
“Don’t you remember?” The light one asks, sounding surprised and hurt. “You called us here, you brought us out of our hell, imprisoned and separated. Perhaps we’ve been forgiven for our transgressions, but I will not question this blessing.” His hands began to wander, trailing along your neck and collarbone, up and down your arms, any exposed skin that he can reach.
“Who would have thought, after all those centuries of being deprived of everything, we would be rewarded with our missing piece? Our perfect match, the miracle that saved us.” The dark one rambled on, delighted and sounding a little delirious. “Oh, we’re going to love you so much. Just give us some time, love, we’ll have everything set up and perfect.”
“What set up?” You’re scared to ask, but you need to know.
They both laugh lightly at that, and you feel warm lips on your forehead and another set on the back of your neck. One of your hands is taken, practically swallowed by the larger beings.
“Our home, of course. You’re new home.” They spoke. There was more touching, more petting, and you tried to wiggle away but their holds were unyielding. They didn’t seem to notice.
“It needs a little work, but our friends have been taking care of it for us. Please be patient with us, and once we’re done, we’ll show you how thankful we are.” The light one pulled away enough to pick you up bridal style, the dark one dropping his arms to allow it. You wanted to fight, but fear and exhaustion kept you still as much as their own strength did.
“We’ll take good care of you. We love you so much. You’ll love your new life with us, I promise.” Knuckles caressed your cheek, and you looked into violet eyes, feeling sleep tug at you. You didn’t fight it. It was all too much and you didn’t want to deal with all this at once. You think maybe you were in shock. You let your eyes slip close, her head resting against a warm shoulder, and drifted away into blissful unconsciousness.
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Fever, Fluff, with a little tinge of angst, confession ish, Trans Isara Mao, ritsu is being ritsu, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Pining Ritsu, Hugs, getting way too comfortable with a very contagious mao
Word Count: 3,565
Summary:
As he gazed at a sweaty, shivering Mao, Ritsu smiled.
in honour of his special day here’s a narumika drabble 😁
tooth rotting fluff. to heal
word count: 701
“Nn, Naru-chaaaannn,” Mika whined out, not for the first time that evening. He could hear her fossicking around in the bathroom, the light from the ajar door leaving a line across the room. He moved his feet around and watched the shadows shift across the blankets.
“I’m almost done~,” came her sing-song reply. Mika huffed.
“Ya’ve said that about fifty times already…” He glared at the door, his lips pulled into a pout. He would go in and drag her out with him, but the comfort of their warm, clean bed won over his clinginess.
“I’ve said it twice,” she corrected, the sound of the sink starting up again. Mika gave an exaggerated sigh.
“Yer lyin’… ‘t’s been hours ‘n hours…” he trailed off into a mumble and pressed his face into the pillow, his cheek squishing. He closed his eyes for a moment, highly considering binning all her self-care products for a moment before grumbling at himself for even thinking it.
“Okay, okaay, Mister Grump,” Arashi’s voice was louder now. Just as he opened his eyes to gleefully look at her, she turned the bathroom light off, plunging them into darkness. He huffed again, this time about missing the chance to look at his girlfriend.
He didn’t have to be upset for long, since the bed dipped and he could smell the pretty, clean scents of her moisturiser and cleanser and whatever else she used that he could never quite keep track of. She nudged their feet together until he smiled, barely able to make out her outline in the darkness. As soon as she was lying down, he wrapped his arm tightly around her, tucking himself close and nuzzling into her jaw.
“‘m not grumpy,” he mumbled then.
“Not anymore, you’re not,” Arashi hummed back. Her hand slid right into his hair, the slow twirling of her fingers around the messy locks making him melt into her almost immediately.
“‘cuz I get my Naru-chan cuddles,” his other hand slid down between them to find hers, holding on loosely. He felt the puff of her laugh against his hair.
“Always so clingy, hm~?” she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, relishing in the little wiggle and smile it produced.
“Yer cuddles are the best, so I gotta have as much as I can.” He nudged their legs together until Arashi lifted one of hers, allowing him to tangle them together.
“You’ll always be my most important cuddle customer, don’t worry ♪”
“Nn? But not yer only one?”
“Are you trying to monopolise my time, Mika-chan?” Arashi murmured against his skin, pressing a series of kisses across his forehead as if placating him.
“Nyehe, maybe just a lil’ bit~,” he squirmed happily and pressed impossibly closer. “Can’t have ya wastin’ all yer cuddles on other people.”
“As if I would ever run out of cuddles for you!” Arashi huffed. She pressed more insistent kisses to his face, trailing down to his lips and making sure he caught her pout. Mika giggled.
“I know ya won’t~… Don’t wanna share ya, though. Makes me wanna trap ya here just fer me.” He murmured it out as if an afterthought, then flushed and pulled back when he realised it was aloud. “Nnhah— I didn’t mean ta say that!” Arashi laughed softly, pulling him back into her arms and continuing to smatter kisses across his face.
“Yes, you, did,” she said between kisses. Mika groaned and shook his head, his cheeks pink and hands pushing at her face gently.
“Nyuh uh!”
“Ya-huuuh,” she giggled, chasing after him and kissing his protesting fingers. “My possessive little weirdo~.”
“Noo-ooohoo!” Mika squirmed away, screwing up his face in her direction when she paused. He huffed. “‘m not a weirdo!” He heard her stifling laughter and crossed his arms. After a few moments of silence, the space between them began to let some cold air in. Mika shivered and moved back slightly.
“Oh, you’re coming back now?” Arashi teased. Mika grumbled and reached out to tug her towards him. She relented easily, resting her cheek on his shoulder and wrapping her arms back around him.
“I’ll be yer weirdo if it means I get my Naru-chan cuddles.”
in honour of such a joyous day, i'm releasing a wip that i keep avoiding working on into the wild
Home for Good
(working title)(it's better than 'nrmk airport')
Word Count: 1,144
Summary: The grin on Mika’s face hurt his cheeks the second he saw Arashi again.
or
Mika arrives back from a 17-day trip overseas (not that either of them were counting!)
Mika gnawed on his lip, his eyes scanning the countless bags as they trundled across the conveyor. He fiddled with his cross-body bag, stepping to and fro. It was hard enough to find a spot to see through the throng of people bustling beside him, let alone one that gave him quick access. He wanted to hang back and avoid the crowds and anxiety they brought, but he didn’t have the patience he usually did. He had someone waiting for him, after all. Someone that he had missed more than anything over the seventeen days he’d been gone.
His fingers slid across the smooth metal of his keychain, his lips quirking up a little. It was a small metal heart engraved with an A and M. He ran his thumb across the grooves, taking a deep breath and turning his attention back to the bags.
There were too many, really. And none with the purple and yellow ribbon tied on by a certain someone (who had protested that even if the fancy bow she did came undone, it would still be worth it to be pretty for a while).
Someone bumped into him, making him jolt and stutter out apologies. He had barely slept on the plane, so it was probably his fault for being quite unaware of his surroundings. He was lucky that his wonderful girlfriend had agreed to wake up and pick him up at such an early time.
After what felt like an eternity, Mika’s bag finally slid out of the belt, tumbling onto the conveyor. He brightened and squeezed his way to the front, picking up the bag and carrying it to a less crowded area to wheel it. He pouted a little when he saw the ribbons unfurled ends, walking towards the final check and pausing on the side of the walkway to try and fix it. He wasn’t exactly sure how she did such a large, beautiful bow, and he cursed quietly at how much his attempt paled in comparison. He didn’t want her to think that he hadn’t appreciated her work, even if she said she didn’t mind.
He walked towards the last hurdle between him and the exit, luckily being allowed through a streamlined line for citizens. He felt a giddiness rise up in him with every step closer to the doors, biting back a grin and almost tripping over his feet in his eagerness.
The second the doors opened, Mika was scanning the crowd with bated breath. He was towards the latter half of the group, not wanting to be overwhelmed but too excited to wait until the crowds had thinned completely. He walked out and across the roped off exit, glancing at countless expectant faces.
The grin on Mika’s face hurt his cheeks the second he saw Arashi again. They rushed towards each other, Mika stumbling again and almost losing his suitcase as he barrelled into her arms. She let out a squeak, then laughed and held him just as tightly. Mika felt like he could cry at feeling the comfort of her arms again. He buried his face in her shoulder, the stress and exhaustion of the past few weeks soothed by just being with her.
“Mika-chan,” Arashi breathed out, her hand sliding up to stroke his hair. Mika could hear her smile, he still had the same matching one. He tilted his head back, cupping her cheeks and just looking at her. After a few moments, her smile turned a little bashful, so she leaned forward and kissed him.
It was just a peck, but Mika instantly felt as if they were the only people in the whole airport. Arashi’s attention, her affection, had a way of calming him that nothing else could. When he pressed their lips together again, the kiss got cut short by their smiles, which sent both of them giggling.
“Naru-chan,” Mika murmured, pressing their foreheads together for a moment. He was aware that seventeen days was hardly long enough to be acting like this, but he didn’t care. Their lives had become so intertwined that not having Arashi to come home to every night had felt like he was missing a limb.
Arashi pulled him out of his stupor by taking his suitcase, kissing his cheek and taking his hand. Mika was already cured of his airport stress, almost floating towards the exit.
“How was your flight?” she asked, pulling her jacket a little tighter as the night chill of the air settled in. Mika hummed, moving closer to her.
“‘s alright,” he said. “I had a middle seat, but th’ flight was a lil’ empty, so I jus’ swapped.”
“Ooh, so lucky~,” Arashi hummed, bumping their shoulders. “Did you get any photos for me?” Mika smiled and nodded as they crossed into the carpark.
“Yea, I got plenty that I haven’t shown ya yet,” he giggled at her pout. “Nnh, ya can’t expect me to send ya everythin’ I took~.”
“Yes I can! I’m your girlfriend, so I should receive prompt updates on my love’s overseas trips. How mean…” She sighed out dramatically, something that Mika was sure would have been accompanied by a hand to her heart if her hands weren’t preoccupied.
“Nyehe, Naru-chan,” Mika squeezed her hand as he spotted her car. “Ya still get priority, don’t worry yer pretty head.” Arashi smiled at him, unable to keep up her fake pout for long.
“I better,” she said, opening the boot and putting Mika’s suitcase in. She paused, her fingers brushing Mika’s messy bow. “Did you redo it?”
“Sorry,” Mika deflated a little. “It came undone, so I tried ta make it as pretty as ya, but I’m no good.” Arashi just smiled, patting the bow and closing the boot.
“I think it’s perfect,” she said, her flattery making him flush a little. Now that they were in a much more private area with their hands free, she softened and wrapped her arms around him. “I missed you so much, Mika-chan.” Her admission was quiet, and Mika hummed softly. He’d seen it in their texts, and even heard it over the phone, but hearing her say it right in front of him hit his heart in a different way.
“I missed ya more,” he replied, smiling when she grumbled. Her face pressed into Mika’s neck, and he sighed.
“Home is way too quiet without you.” Mika felt his chest clench at her words. He held her tighter.
“I’m here now,” he said, kissing her hair. “I’ll annoy ya until ya want me to leave again.” She puffed out a laugh.
“Mmh, not possible,” she mumbled, squeezing him one more time before pulling back. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him slowly. When she pulled away, Mika chased her lips with a soft whine, making her laugh and squish his face. “I’m getting you home.”
