HI I have a request for you, please check it out and see what you think and hopefully you'll like it.
Fem oc OR female Reader whicheveryou think is better. She is Jace's younger twin sister, her egg didn't Hatch but she claimed vermithor at a very young age, when Luke is sent to storm's end worried for her little brother she disobeyed her mother and follows Luke, arrives right as vhagar was about to kill her brother so she attacks saving her little brother just in time commanding her brother to flee while she keeps Aemond distracted, with vermithor bring the second largest dragon its a more even fight, both dragons get injured but vermithor took a lethal bite to the wing and her dragon tried to save her by flying away as he died but he couldn't fly any further and crashed into storms end taking the brunt of the fall as she with broken bones crawls to her dragon wailing as she feels half her soul die before collapsing from her wounds, as Borros Baratheon and his guards come out Aemond lands walks over to her and picked her up claiming her as his hostage even though everyone could tell by the look in his eye and the way he looked and held her that she is way more to him than a hostage. When she wakes up in the red keep with Aemond talking to his mother by her side she interrupted them asking as who they are and who she is as has no memories, and Aemond before his mother can tell her the truth takes full advantage of her memory loss and says he is her husband horrifying Alicent especially when she lets him kiss her before going back to sleep.
Tw: injuries, manipulation, amnesia.
Female reader, reader is described as having curly hair, dragonrider reader. Rhaenyra's daughter and Jacaerys' twin sister reader.
Part 1.5 here
Part two is here
Part three is here
Something didn't feel right. The moment Lucerys flew off to Storms End, your stomach churned and dropped.
Your mother's orders were clear. You were to stay on Dragonstone to ‘guard’ the island, but you were sure that was just your mother's excuse to keep her precious daughter home.
Especially since there was no war that had started.
The pit in your stomach never left, never once eased so you mounted your dragon, the second largest dragon, the dragon you had claimed, not having the same luxury as your egg hatching as your brothers did.
You took to the skies, flying off before you could be spotted, you soared through the skies, wind blowing through your curls, ones that had never flattened nor straightened unlike your twin's.
You soared through the darkened clouds, ignoring the claps of thunder that boomed through the now darkened skies.
Your mind was on one thing; find your precious younger brother and make sure he was alright.
Your head perked up hearing the familiar roar of Arrax, urging your own larger dragon forward to follow the sound and to your horror you spotted Vhagar, your uncle's dragon, flying towards Lucerys.
It was clear what was about to happen.
You made a split second decision, directing Vermithor towards the war dragon you screamed,
“Angōs, Vermithor, angōs! (Attack).”
You gritted your teeth, leaning forward as Vermithor's claws clashed against Vhagar, snarling and attempting to dig its teeth into the other's rough scales.
You couldn't risk commanding him to burn the violent dragon and rider, not when Lucerys was so near to the clash of the two dragons.
“No!” You screeched, catching a glimpse of your younger brother about to turn his dragon to join in on the battle against Vhagar and you knew that his smaller dragon and he would never survive it.
“Luke, go, flee!” You ordered him, your voice cracking in the middle of it, hands grasping onto your reins tighter as Vermithor dug his claws into Vhagar, tearing through the rough scales that had been hardened from various wars.
Lucerys paused, you could see that, battling between his worry for you and fleeing to gather help. At your beckoning you saw him turn hesitantly and fly off, disappearing in the howling wind and unforgiving rain.
“Coward!” You heard your uncle's cruel hiss over the crackling of thunder, his teeth gritted and you could only assume his words were for your brother's ears, but that hardly mattered to you.
Lucerys was a child, he may not have been too much younger than you or your twin brother, Jacaerys, but he was a child. In your eyes especially. His life was worth you battling your one-eyed uncle, it was worth every brutal, bloody second of it.
A sigh of relief escaped your lips before a sickening crunch reached your ears. Your head whipped to the side only to see one of Vermithor's large wings fall through the sky.
“Vhagar, no!” Was what you heard be desperately shouted before you were lurched to the side.
Your hands grasped tightly onto the reins, the material digging into your palms, your thighs squeezing onto the saddle in a futile attempt to steady yourself.
You felt weightless as you fell through the sky, the sound of one wing desperately flapping could be heard whipping through the air.
You could feel the dragon beneath you turn and one last fearsome roar that echoed through the sky.
You didn't know when you had hit the ground, but you could feel searing pain travel through your body as you had tumbled from the saddle landing just a mere feet away from Vermithor, your dragon, your friend.
You felt something snap deep within, an overwhelming grief, an emptiness that ripped through you, causing a screeching cry to erupt from your lips, reaching the ears of each and everyone who had been in Storms End.
“Vermithor!” You wailed, your fingers grasping onto the rough stone beneath you, attempting to pull yourself, to crawl without the use of your legs, now shattered and useless.
The sight of your dragon mangled and lifeless on the ground caused more pain than any injury possibly could.
“Ver..mi..thor..” The words weakly left your lips as you whimpered, repeatedly, your hand outstretched, so close, your fingers could just nearly brush the scales of your beloved dragon until your vision faded to black, your body feeling all too cold.
Aemond landed Vhagar, sliding off of the giant war dragon, his boots landing on the ground with a soft thump.
His lone eye locked onto your limp body sprawled onto the ground.
This was all your fault. This would not have happened if you had not gotten in between them.
All your - no, all Lucerys’ fault. First he took his eye and now this, if you were dead.. if you no longer breathed, Aemond swore that no other Strong would ever do so either.
Aemond took steady steps over to you and no one dared speak to him nor try to intervene.
He knelt down to the ground, his finger skimming your cheek, before his light touch traveled down to your neck, checking your pulse, slow but steady.
Thank the gods that his mother daily prayed to.
Aemond brushed your drenched locks from your face, viewing your exhausted expression, his chest clenching painfully at the sight.
His foolish, brave niece, lying there broken and unconscious stirred something uncomfortable, something dangerous within him.
Aemond carefully lifted your form into his arms, your head limply laying against his chest.
He spared a glance over to the Baratheon,
“Tell my sister,” He hissed the word, no familiarity found in the cold word, “That I have her daughter, my hostage, and I expect bent knees.”
Though he could admit, at least to himself, that he had no intention of returning you bent knees or not.
Without awaiting a response he mounted Vhagar, positioning your head comfortably against his chest, buckling you into the saddle instead of himself.
His touch held a surprising gentleness while he handled you, a gentleness that did not belong towards a hostage and yet no one dared utter that fact aloud.
The flight to Kingslanding was silent, his fingers pressed against your pulse to check, to make sure that it did not stop or falter.
His other hand grasped onto the reins, his fingers twitching whether that was from worry or the fact that he finally had you all to himself was hard to tell.
Once he arrived to the Red Keep, he slid off of Vhagar, carrying you once again in your arms, strolling inside and demanding the maester to tend to you immediately.
The prince placed himself by your side, refusing to move, his hand grasping firmly onto yours even as his mother arrived to speak with him.
“Is she -”
“Of course not.” Aemond swiftly corrected, his fingers tightening against hers, a sharp breath leaving him at the mere idea of you being gone.
“For the love of the seven, what have you done?” Alicent questioned, her expression one of shock and anger.
She knew that Rhaenyra would come for her precious girl, her and the rest of the dragon riders they had.
“I have done nothing but save her from a regretful accident.” Aemond spoke, each word chosen carefully, spoke with a cold calmness that caused the air around him to chill.
“Who are you?” The frightened words of you caught their attention, Aemond's fingers tightened around yours.
Could it be?
Aemond studied your face for any signs of deception and yet he found none. No expression other than confusion and fear.
“Who - What is my -”
Aemond could see his mother's mouth open intending on telling you the truth.. he couldn't have that.
Not when such a perfect opportunity had fallen into his lap like this.
“My wife.” He stated with a casual calmness one that you, who could not even recall your own name, could argue with.
“Aemond -” Alicent's voice was cut off as Aemond spoke, his voice rising slightly in volume to be heard over the woman's.
“I am Aemond Targaryen. Your husband.” His thumb gently pressed into your knuckles before massaging them, his touch light as he watched each and every one of your expressions.
He watched you give a small nod and he knew. That you were his now and forever more.
Aemond leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours in a chaste yet claiming kiss, savoring the brief moment of your soft lips against his.
“Rest now, ābrazȳrys. (Wife).” He spoke before withdrawing from the softness of your lips, ignoring how his mother's expression twisted in horror.
It was of little concern of his, all that mattered was that you were his.
Description: One day after an overlord meeting, Alastor stumbles upon a giant demonic mouse that he soon realizes is his relative from life.
(Notes: CW Alastor, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's niece/nephew/whatever term you prefer) (Reader is blind) (Reader is a mouse sinner) (Pretend Alastor had a sister for the sake of this oneshot)
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Alastor's ears perked at the familiar sound of screams that always seemed to accompany the streets of hell. He'd just stepped out of a surprisingly entertaining overlord meeting and now his high spirits lead him to take a walk down the road.
This part of the city, being Carmilla Carmine's territory, was significantly less of a disaster compared to most of hell, and although he didn't enjoy the area nearly as much as some others- such as Rosie's Cannibal Town- it was still a pleasurable enough experience. As he walked, he calmly held his microphone-cane behind his back and took in all the sights.
Most of it was nothing out of the ordinary; sinners running in fear at the mere sight of him, remnants of bloody fights and brawls, as well as a few trashed buildings and alleyways the overlord expected Carmilla to be very unhappy about.
Alastor sighed. If there was one thing he both loved and hated about hell it was that every day tended to be just the same. Territory disputes, murders that were ultimately never permanent, and newly-killed human souls ending up fearful and disoriented as they randomly appeared throughout hell were all nothing he hadn't seen before. In his time living down here, he'd come to place great value on entertainment and breaks from normality. At the very least, they made afterlife in hell a little more fun.
It was because of this he considered summoning Husk or even Nifty to liven things up. That was what he normally did when he lacked any other form of entertainment, but before he could even decide which to rip from their normal lives, a new sound reached his ears that suddenly caught his attention.
It was almost akin to a roar; something he would have expected to hear from a lion or even a dinosaur if they were more common forms for sinners to take on. Glancing up, he now realized the sound had come from just a few blocks away, where a giant figure towered over some of the nearby buildings.
It looked like a huge...rat? That was the best way Alastor could describe the entity; with glowing grey eyes, demonic markings, and surprisingly sharp claws and teeth. The rat was ripping apart the nearby buildings as sinners screamed and tried to run away, which made the Radio Demon's ever-present smile widen. It seemed he'd found some entertainment at last.
So of course, he made his way towards where the rat was towering over buildings; realizing it was right on the edge of Carmilla's territory; approaching that of the V's. He hadn't even realized he'd been so close to their space but it hardly mattered now. While he'd at first assumed the rat's goal to be complete destruction simply for the sake of discussion, that didn't seem to be the case now that he observed them.
They were ignoring most of the frightened sinners around them; aside from a few that happened to scream extra loud as they ran. Instead, their focus was more towards the nearest building; a TV store in which every single piece of merchandise had a different channel playing at once that made for quite an obnoxious display of sound. Even Alastor wanted to cover his ears, not stopping the giant rat sinner as they tore the place apart sloppily.
He continued watching the scene for a few more moments until a car finally showed up nearby and a tech-related sinner stepped out with a frightened look on her face. Alastor recognized her as one of Vox's employees from back when they'd still been friends, though he was surprised the TV producer hadn't fired her yet with his poor track record of employees.
Once out of the car, she approached the giant rat cautiously; as if unsure of how to handle the situation.
"E-excuse me?" The sinner called, though the rat ignored her, "I demand you stop! This store is property of Vox Tech and you're going to have to pay for any damages you cause!" Alastor's smile only widened now, curious to see whether this seemingly out-of-control sinner would even acknowledge the tech demon or if they'd just continue to go about their destruction. If his employee couldn't handle things, perhaps Vox would even come all the way down here himself, and wouldn't that be a treat to watch?
As expected, the rat ignored her as they crushed another giant flat-screen TV between their claws. The Vox Tech employee seemed almost offended as she came closer to them.
"How dare you?!" She exclaimed louder now; taking on a more demonic form that was indicative of her anger, "Have you no respect for the art of television?!" This seemed to finally get the rat's attention because they paused, dropping the shattered TV and turning to face her as they gazed down.
"Art?" They repeated, their voice coated with that demonic tone one became accustomed to hearing while in hell. Alastor raised an eyebrow at the realization that this was not their regular form, wondering what they could have originally looked like but not saying anything just yet. "You call this art?!"
The rat grabbed another TV and threw it at the tech demon, nearly crushing her under its weight if she hadn't gotten out of the way in time. "This is pathetic!"
Alastor had to agree there. Television had always been a lesser form of media to him, and it seemed this other sinner understood that too. Perhaps when they calmed down the two of them would get along.
Though, there was another part of him that took note of how familiar this particular was...
The rat grabbed two more TV screens and crushed them in either hand now; snarling. "Don't pretend to know anything about art if you support him!" Alastor knew without needing to ask that they were referring to Vox, which made his smile widen even more. It seemed he really would get along with this rat. Though, the more he listened to them speak, the more it felt like he should recognize that voice.
"Don't make me tell you again! Unhand our property!" The tech demon tried, though she was shaking as the giant rat stared her down.
"No." The rat replied before tossing another TV at her. This time, it managed to hit her and she was knocked back into the nearby wall. It seemed the impact was enough to kill her, too, because her body finally went limp. Alastor knew she wouldn't be dead for long before regenerating but it had done the job for now, anyway.
It seemed the only one that didn't realize that was the rat because they reached for another blaring TV and tossed it in the direction of the now-dead sinner again. Then they grabbed another and did the same before repeating the act again and again until every last screen had been destroyed.
It was only then that the Radio Demon realized what was going on as he watched the giant rat feel around the destroyed store for any more Vox Tech Products; they were blind.
They couldn't actually see the tech demon when she'd shown up; they'd only known where to throw the TV based on where they'd heard her voice. They'd been sloppily feeling around and grabbing TV's earlier because they could hear the obnoxious sounds coming from them, and they'd only killed the extra loud sinners because they could hear where they were.
How interesting, Alastor thought as he watched the rat's shoulders rise and fall as they caught their breath. They were far from the first blind person he'd met but they were the first one he'd run into in hell thus far. Based on the display he'd just witnessed though, they were doing just fine down here despite not having sight. He was about to step forward and introduce himself when a peculiar sight stopped him.
The rat, which had been giant just a moment ago, was now shrinking in size before his very eyes. They went from being taller than the nearby building to becoming so small he couldn't even see them from where he stood anymore.
Curious, he stepped forward, realizing they'd shrunk to the size of a mouse. And, in fact, it seemed that that was exactly what they were; not a rat, like he'd presumed earlier. Like most sinners in hell, they still possessed human qualities, but the big mouse ears on their head and the tail made it apparent which animal they were meant to resemble.
Amusement shined in the Radio Demon's eyes now as he continued observing the little creature. This tiny mouse had done all that damage just moments ago; leaving one of Vox's stores in complete ruin. He never would have expected them to possess that kind of strength based on how they looked, but it made him all the more curious of their motive as he now approached them.
"Well, hell there!" He called. Immediately, the mouse jumped in surprise and reached for their ears as if they were in pain. "My, that was quite a display!" He went on, ignoring their clear shock, "May I ask what might have prompted it?"
There was a long pause as the tiny sinner regarded him, now bent at the waist so that his face was a little closer to their eye level. For a second he wondered if they really were capable of speaking or if he'd simply imagined it earlier, but then they shouted.
"Uncle Al?!" Their voice, which had lost its demonic edge and returned to normal now, suddenly sounded so familiar that it felt as if the Radio Demon had been hit by a truck. How had he not recognized you before? What other little demon could have casually caused so much destruction to a TV store than his own niece/nephew/etc?
"Why, is that you, my little mouse?" He asked with a grin so wide it nearly hurt. You nodded eagerly, immediately running up to hug him. You were so small, though, that you could really only latch onto his ankle.
"It is, Uncle!" You replied, only now realizing how ironic his old nickname for you had turned out to be. You'd known the second you'd heard his voice that it was your favorite family member and finding him again like this couldn't have made you happier. Alastor chuckled, kneeling and placing a hand beside your little body on the ground. Once you felt it beside you, you immediately climbed on and then he carefully held you up so that you were closer to his eye-level.
"And here I'd thought you ended up in heaven!" He told you, though his tone only held amusement. Your presence had always been enjoyable to him; ever since you were a baby. When he'd died, he'd been surprised to find he actually missed the nights when he used to have to come over and babysit you for his dear little sister's sake.
"Nope," you told him, "But I'm pretty sure mama is there! I've been alone down here for years." The Radio Demon nodded at that. Like their mother, he'd had no doubt his sister had gone to heaven. Your presence in hell was a surprise, but with how mischievous you'd been as a child, it made some sense, even if he hadn't gotten to see how you turned out when you grew up.
"It must have been quite lonely being by yourself." He replied as he brought you to his coat pocket now. You felt around the area before seemingly deciding it was acceptable and getting comfortable within the fabric.
"And loud." You nodded. Alastor didn't doubt that; you'd had great hearing even when you were alive, so he imagined those big mouse ears made it even more amplified now. "I hate television."
"I agree with you there!" Alastor replied as he began walking back down the street with you safely tucked into his pocket now. "Especially since the whole point of it is to see the pictures, isn't it?" You nodded, crossing your arms in disdain. "At least radio is tasteful." In life, you'd always loved tuning into your uncle's nightly broadcasts. No matter what you and your mother had been doing at the time, you'd always made her take you home to hear them. Alastor nodded in amusement now.
"Uncle Al, where are we going anyway?" You asked suddenly.
"Well, I do still have a broadcast to run!" The Radio Demon replied, "I'm sure the citizens of hell will want to hear about that giant mouse causing so much destruction earlier." You giggled and got a little more comfortable in the demon's pocket. "Now, while we talk, do tell me more about those demonic powers of yours?" The fact that you possessed the ability to grow and shrink between more and less terrifying forms just like he did was certainly not lost on him, and nor was the possibility of capitalizing on those powers with the potential of you two taking over hell as family.
♡ After that you're almost always found in Alastor's pocket whenever he goes anywhere
♡ Sometimes you like to hide in his pocket and then pop up at random times, which he used to scare some of the hotel guests after the first found you
♡ You go into your demon form whenever you get angry, which usually happens when you're surrounded by way too many loud noises at once and get overwhelmed
♡ Alastor thought it was entertaining at first but after the third time you broke his coat pocket by transforming while he was literally carrying you around, he invested in some cute little earmuffs to prevent it
♡ Everybody at the hotel thought you were adorable once they got past the initial shock of A) Alastor having a niece/nephew/etc and B) the fact that you'd popped out of his pocket and startled them
♡ Vaggie lets you ride on her hair bow sometimes and Charlie absolutely loves to pet your mouse ears (she's very gentle but sometimes gets too excited and Alastor has to pull you away from her)
♡ You were terrified of Husk at first because he's a cat and Alastor, always looking for entertainment, did nothing to help with that fear
♡ So for a while every time you would be near Husk he would have to be super careful not to scare you and make you go into demon form
♡ That was until you realized who you really had to be afraid of; Nifty
♡ She associates mice with uncleanliness so she tried to stab you many times at first. Alastor never let her actually succeed but he did enjoy watching her chase you around the hotel for the first week
♡ That was how you got over your fear of Husk because he would sometimes let you hide behind the bar in between the bottles of wine. He even fed you a piece of cheese once and you were sold on him after that
♡ Eventually though, a solution was reached with Nifty when Charlie suggested they dress you in nice clothes (A red striped suit like Alastor's or a dress version of his outfit, fitted for your tiny self) in order to give the cyclops a visibly difference between you and the actual vermin she was supposed to kill
♡ That worked well but you're still too scared to go near Nifty most of the time
♡ Sir Pentious dubbed you an honorary egg because you were close to them in size and he thought you were just so cute. He got you a little hat like the ones they wear and would even let you ride atop his hat (kind of like Alice with the Mad Hatter in the live action Alice in Wonderland)
♡ Angel Dust also loves you and one of the first things he did was introduce you to Fat Nuggets, whom you adored
♡ Sometimes you ride Nuggets around the hotel like a horse since you're the perfect size for it and Angel has many photos on his phone of the two of you being absolutely adorable
♡ Despite how he may seem, Alastor can be a very protective uncle. Since you've come to the hotel, he makes sure everyone keeps their volume down most of the time so as not to bother your sensitive ears. If anyone so much as raises their voice in your presence they're met with his sadistic expression and radio dial eyes as a warning
♡ No one is allowed to watch TV when you're around either; he doesn't care that English Descriptive Audio exists he just doesn't want you to feel sad that you can't have a normal experience like everyone else because that used to get to really you when you were a kid
♡ Since you're always in his pocket, you've met most of the other overlords at meetings and things
♡ Rosie adores you and every time she meets with Alastor she brings along a new mouse-sized outfit she sewed for you as a gift. You have a whole wardrobe of tasteful clothes made by her now
♡ Zestial and Carmilla think you're cute but won't ever admit it. They just smile whenever you pop out of Alastor's pocket during a meeting; wanting to see what they're all talking about
♡ You did meet Vox once because Alastor ran into him on the street
♡ That went about as well as expected and you turned into your demon form due to his loudness and the fact that he insulted your uncle
♡ You and Alastor took turns beating Vox up that day
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Headcannons related to this concept: Cursed-Cat and Mouse
Hi, can I mame an Tokyo Revengers request? I hace this idea on my mine for so long... like Kisaki and Hinata get married and have a girl which is reader-chan and so reader-chan is 19 years old and she is in love with her uncle Naoto and she wants to be a detective like her uncle so Naoto just gives her some private classes like how to use a gun so Naoto teaches her how to and how to position to shoot so there a slight sexual tension between them and like reader-chan always train with him every day and she just falls harder for Naoto till one day she asks him to go to prom with her and since Naoto can't say no to anything her niece says he goes with her to prom and dances with her then one of reader's best friends drunken spills out reader's secret crush on Naoto and reader just like froze and feeling shame overtake her runs away and Naoto goes after her and found her sitting on a bench crying and feeling awkward she felt and Naoto sits next to her and tries to comfort her but end up making everything more awkward then when reader is about to go away knowing her uncle won't love her back, Naoto pulls her to him and kissed her saying he loves her too then they both have sex and hours later Naoto takes reader home and then Hinata asked them why do they look so disheveled and like they were running an marathon Naoto and reader just looked at each other nervously before Naoto says that they did a little running with double meaning and reader just kicks him lightly and then Kisaki starts to get suspicious about them and the rest I leave it up to you
I am very happy to have a request and late, although I feel that in the end it was simply very random, idk. I hope you like it and if not also tell me without any problem
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Of temptations and fantasies... come true – Naoto Tachibana x NieceReaderKisaki!
The account of the life of the Kisaki couple who were happily married was wonderfully complemented by a precious newborn. Truth be told, they both went through a lot of conflicts and problems during the early years of their marriage but they both worked hard to do better for each other. Kisaki Tetta and Hinata Tachibana, sooner rather than later figured as the example to follow in their circle of friends as the couple most in love, only Tetta could put stars in Hinata's eyes and only Hinata managed to get some visible emotion out of Tetta.
They were meant for each other, they learned it over time and from that point on they could only fall more in love with each other every day.
Knowing that about marriage, no one was taken by surprise when the news of a pregnancy came out and they could be seen more than content and happy, they were the happiest couple that their acquaintances and friends could see.
It was an enlightening, new stage that united the Kisaki couple too much.
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Hinata adored her new stage as a mother, her baby was simply the most precious baby that could exist and her heart melted every day to see how her husband lived with, in her husband's words, "the most beautiful princess in the universe" in such a way tender and fatherly. He could glimpse how Tetta strove for her daughter, and for her, how even when he came home exhausted from her work he still cared for her sweet angel of hers and talked long and hard with her. Before, he considered it impossible to fall in love with someone every day, but Tetta achieved the impossible and even did so years after their courtship began, which culminated in a happy family.
She had never imagined having a family to love unconditionally but Tetta had been the one for her and he was perfect, not for other people but for her and her precious baby he was the perfect husband and father.
Her life over the years became peaceful and comfortable, she could not help but smile proudly when she saw the photo that was above the fireplace every time she entered the house (she can still clearly remember in her teenage courtship years when she was not Tetta's girlfriend having told him a detail of one of his dreams, and said dream was of having a house with a fireplace because he imagined himself in front of it with the family he would choose and he still remembers the response of his friend at that time "whoever I loved you, I hope you what you want so much Hinata', he had said it so matter-of-factly without even looking her in the eye because he continued outlining the homework maps for both of them because she would fill them with color because he wasn't good at it) a photo of their house where they came out everyone in your family; she sitting on the porch of a rustic cabin where her husband was next to her sitting one step below with their sweet baby girl in her arms and both smiling at the camera leaning on the front of the dark green off-road jeep. That had been the most disastrous but perfect vacation that she could remember she had had as a family, and if they had had vacations in luxury hotels, even though it seemed to her and her daughter sometimes something very expensive and always receiving the same response;
“My family will always have the best”
It was endearing how Tetta made an effort for both of them and she also placed herself on her part, as a teacher and right hand of her husband in her company. They both wanted to give her a comfortable, comfortable, warm life with everything her daughter needed from unconditional love to her basic needs. Never forgetting to make her feel loved, part of her family and that she had people to trust her, hers two parents of hers who would adore her with her soul but she would have the sense when necessary. None wanted to repeat their parenting patterns, because although they were not the same, they had the characteristic in common that they never felt completely confident or safe at home.
It was a promise when they heard the first beats of her daughter's heart.
A promise they kept out of love, not commitment. And Hinata could only record in her memory memories of her family, from the mundane ones where her husband fell asleep with his sweet angel on top of him sleeping, both so disheveled as a result of the total cleaning of the house and still perceiving the aroma of food. landlady dancing in the air to where they went out to dinner like every month well dressed at a restaurant where they knew their daughter would make faces at such small food only to smile big when she saw her favorite burger with all the accompaniments her stomach wanted.
Simply put, her life was what she never managed to dream awake or asleep, and who least expected it gave it to her with open arms and a warm heart.
And at that tiny moment, at that moment when she saw her husband still wearing his pajamas and frowning (because he always forgot his glasses in the mornings when he had nothing to do) carry her daughter with one arm while they both cooked , both silently admiring as the bacon sizzled in the skillet over medium heat and their daughter; [Name] in her hand holding the spatula just the same in pajamas with the same frown. Hinata crept closer before surprising them both by hugging them before kissing Tetta sweetly on her cheek and her sweet daughter on her little nose.
"I love you more every day my loves"
And if Hinata hadn't fallen more in love with her family, when she saw them smile it was the signature of her life sentence.
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Kisaki Tetta never imagined himself a father, but now as he kept his daughter company after picking her up from school at the supermarket, looking for the shopping list for her birthday and at the same time for her uncle's welcome, watching how he spoke to her without Neither fear nor fear (as he remembered his parents) warmed his heart in a way that success in any of his goals gave him and he felt complete, comfortable.
"Dad, what's this guy's name again?" questioned the young woman, stopping before closing her black pen with an engraving of their respective initials and cherry blossoms on the black surface of the pen, a gift from her father in the form of a joke but that I love along with her digital tablet " I don't remember it at all and that sucks."
Tetta just smiled amused and reached from the shelf for the package of spices that her daughter was pointing at with her finger with perfectly made nails in a color that she remembers buying from you on one of her trips that was her favorite before throwing it into the shopping cart. He could only smile imperceptibly thinking that at his daughter's sixteen years he really thought outside the 'norm' according to your age, the same one that he had memories of listening to you complain at length with his circle of friends, all according to his wife as 'elders' but she was a part of all of them and her daughter.
"His name is Naoto Tachibana and he is your uncle on your mother's behalf" he answered pushing the cart with the figure of his daughter advancing next to him reading the small notebook in his hands analyzing the shopping list that his mother had given him before going to school so that when you left they could go shopping together, because in his wife's own words he didn't know how to shop. Tetta did not feel offended at all, he knew how to cook wonderfully but making specific purchases was a problem because according to his logic the more expensive was better when, sometimes it was not like that and he was not willing to make his mother go buy something again annoying "If I remember correctly, he had to complete a few years working in another region as a police officer before being in his current position"
[Name] just hummed in response not caring much about this specific guy's life, not when he saw her mom being disappointed in her when she always canceled on her birthdays, vacations and/or special occasions. It was only clearly interesting because he was in the branch that he wanted to take and study, just that and nothing more.
"It doesn't take away from the fact that it's still annoying, we won't go to dinner like we always do because of him" the young Kisaki muttered slightly indignant just as she caught the freshest vegetables in her hands and deposited them in the shopping cart, which suddenly little was filling up "Mom had already chosen our outfits to combine and go to dinner, it's certainly something unfair, don't you think so dad?"
The older Kisaki just sighed, he certainly felt annoyed about it because his reservation was given to his friend; Hanma Shuji and his wife, it was better than him being wasted. But Hinata was glad to finally be able to see him again, and it was what mattered more she would not lie to her daughter hiding her opinions or thoughts from her. She wanted to form a strong person who would not keep her opinions for the good of others, even hiding them from loved ones, and she had to lead by example.
"I would say that it is more annoying than unfair, those reservations although I can get them back is not the same and your mother is happy with this visit"
"It doesn't take away the annoying thing about this matter, dad"
“I know daughter, but you can ask him about the police academy and the process to go up in it, don't you think? She can even give you gun handling lessons later on.”
With annoyance [Name] I just say before putting the list in his pants pocket and going for the last one, it would be a new night but definitely not a good one.
The good thing in [Name]'s eyes was that her mom would cook and she cooked deliciously.
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The day went by as normal except [Name] found herself stuck in the kitchen helping her mother cook her uncle's, father's, mother's and her favorites. But it was nice, everyone in the family cooked and spent time together. To then go to her room just two hours after her uncle got home and even though it was annoying, she just ruled it out since it was just someone who only heard stories about her mother and a certain lack of interest on the part of her father. So the little she knew about her left her completely adrift, and certainly disinterested in her simple existence, so once she was ready, she left her room making sure to leave her pajamas ready. Crossing the corridor with light steps with a better spirit, he greeted her parents who she saw through the double doors of her room from one side to the other looking for clothes or selecting objects from the dresser and both answered the greeting with a slightly tired smile.
Time passed very slowly that the firstborn of the Kisaki-Tachibana couple did not notice since she was extremely concentrated with her calligraphy practice on the special leaves.
Such was the abstraction of the young woman that she lost herself in the practice of it; slowly sliding the brush firmly and carefully over the special sheet, to the point that when I hear the bell ring I jump into place violently throwing black ink on the sheet and on her face, at the same time that I hear her father's request to open the door but not before seeing who it was. With a sigh and trying to relax, he stood up, tearing the pages from the special notebook, splashing more ink in the process, but he went to open it anyway, but not before standing on tiptoe to look through the peephole, catching the sight of a tall man in a suit and hair. man with a relaxed air standing at the entrance of the house. [Name] really felt confused upon seeing the man, and so she activated the microphone coupled with the doorbell, inhaling in anticipation before speaking firmly but softly.
"Good afternoon, who is it?"
Outside the Kisaki house was Naoto Tachibana who, ignorant of her niece, was waiting patiently for the door to be opened but a soft and firm voice emerged from the microphone, it was an almost hypnotic voice that dazzled her ears in an almost impossible way and it was captivating, but he didn't recognize her. She could remember a voice of such caliber and before she finally answered she caught a glimpse of the door being flung open by her sister; Hinata, behind him, stood a young woman with arms crossed and an innocent but dazzling look of hostility and distrust. But she still managed to look cute even with black spots in certain areas and she tried not to smile, she had a feeling that if she did, the young woman would be furious.
“Naoto! What a joy to see you after such a long time” she exclaimed full of happiness before urging him to enter the house pointing out the pair of slippers completely to be inside the house “We have to catch up, my husband is answering a call. [Name] please take care of him for a few minutes while I come back or your dad comes down”
Naoto observed how you affirmed your mother and perhaps he was guided by something that he really did not know he was feeling but that ran through him, and because she did not move, she only saw him with attentive eyes, but he only took the handkerchief out of his pocket and with He delicately cleaned the tip of the upturned nose of what he supposed was his niece.
"Is it normal for you to have paint stains?" Naoto questioned, amused, gently taking the minor's face, holding her chin between his index fingers and thumb, feeling the smooth and slightly cold skin on his fingertips to clean the paint or ink stains, striving to remove the stains, leaving a perfectly clean complexion “There you are perfect and clean”
With a pout [Name] she just quietly thanked her uncle and left for the kitchen when her father came down from her, feeling self-conscious and slightly embarrassed at the first meeting.
For Naoto, that meeting was extremely pleasant, although Kisaki didn't quite like him, he saw how he adored his niece and sister, so he behaved politely. But meeting her niece was a complete pleasure, learning about her and her hobbies, her tastes, and what he wanted to study.
Was nice.
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After the first meeting, Naoto began to be present in the life of her sister and her family. According to her own words, she had to make up for a lot of lost time with her first and only niece, which in one way or another made [Name] feel special. . So they both started going out together, taking short trips and sharing quality time and the Kisaki couple had time for themselves without neglecting her daughter.
It was a win-win.
[Name] as time went by she saw her uncle a little more deeply, far from the conception of annoyance or hostility, now it was nice to spend time with him, she felt special and unique when she was the center of his attention but she supposed it was to be expected. Everyone would feel special to be the center of someone's attention, right? All of her friends answered yes, that she was normal and her best friend even more so.
And the last nail that closed the coffin of his normality was at his seventeenth birthday party, his celebration was made especially by his uncle that covered a whole week that tied with a business trip of his parents, so it was like a ring to the finger. Clearly her parents didn't forget her birthday but it was a small and warm celebration (which [Name] adored with her soul) that her Uncle Naoto might not be able to attend, which made the young Kisaki completely infuriated with the same bad mood that vanished. in a matter of seconds when he received messages from his uncle explaining that he was preparing his gift and surprise for his birthday enlivened with some photos where [Name] could see his uncle's arms, the same arms that he found himself looking at too much; she could clearly see the veins highlighted in her skin and the lean muscles of her arms, the same arms that she could carry without any problem.
Everything was wonderful.
The gift he received was a complete tour of the police agency that was strangely slightly empty, the same for which only the two of them wandered around the entire place in which the young woman was curious, they asked more than a thousand questions to each person who she saw on her way dazzling those who conversed with her.
Everyone praised what a good guy Agent Tachibana was.
Naoto certainly enjoyed that surprise, just seeing his niece enchanted and fascinated by everything, questioning and being curious almost like a feline that had the prey of her taste imprinted on her eyes. The only thing that he didn't like was how a certain sector of the Agency paid more attention to her sweet niece, admiring her body for more than the necessary time, and that infuriated him. His little niece was someone who was aware of everything but was distracted and fascinated by the talk of someone from the agency's intelligence, so at that moment Naoto, without much mediating his actions, hugged her from behind, surrounding her shoulders with a hug. arm languidly feeling her shudder and the delicate ecstatic whisper.
Nobody suspected anything when more than half of the agents were fired.
That tour only further fueled [Name]'s desire to start in the police force and be like her uncle.
"I want to be like your uncle" the younger one squealed excitedly hugging the older Tachibana once they were in the underground parking lot of the agency "It's so cool and interesting, even the paperwork seems amazing to me"
Naoto could only smile at his niece's happiness, but feeling somewhat disturbed by the softness of her chest and how with those innocent and bright eyes they admired him from below, almost with genuine adoration and how her plump lips caught his attention so much, even more so with that sticky chocolate gloss.
The rest of the surprise was the stay in a five-star hotel on the outskirts in the middle of nature where her parents would meet them.
Little did Naoto know that this week would be her utter undoing.
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"Hold the weapon well" the older Tachibana instructed with a firm voice, standing right behind his niece.
[Name] breathed in and out carefully before steadying her right hand on the butt of the gun and her left hand for support, feeling her uncle's larger and more experienced pair of hands on her waist and hips next to her leg between her own. adjusting his posture.
"Well done my girl" praised the eldest before directing his hands towards his niece's firm grip on the weapon before only positioning them well and strongly inhaling her aroma so kind and sweet for her perfume, I blinked slowly and with a soft whisper spoke then "Now"
And as if that were an order, the minor repeatedly pulled the trigger, hitting every important area on the shooting range dummy, culminating with a shot to the head that earned her a hug from behind.
"You have done it perfectly" and said praise was enlivened with a delicate kiss on the one hundred of the minor.
Just a family member loving his family.
That had been your eighteenth birthday present, a shooting session with your uncle and your dad's gun, the same gun that Naoto blindsided because it had your initials engraved on it, which was just an emblem of what you were. heiress.
And you just slipped under your uncle's skin in a devious way.
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At nineteen [Name] had become, in Naoto's eyes, a simple and plain temptation; a well-formed body due to the arduous training she decided to undergo before entering the academy, coupled with the constant study of the disciplines that were required as a requirement, and she was beginning to show herself as a strong and independent woman.
It was a delight to her sore eyes.
He could still hear his brother-in-law's anger when he witnessed disrespect towards his eldest daughter, which he knew would bring serious consequences and perhaps he used the power he already had in his hands to ignore some other human loss, after all scum like that would only return reality the disgusting things they spit out and benefited the rest.
It was a tacit agreement between the entire corporation of her brother-in-law and hers.
Maybe that's why she was so defensive when she felt her dear niece hang on her arm so beautifully, how her breasts pressed against her arm and she behaved like a sweet bride on an outing. with her partner. Naoto pinched himself every time he thought that, he was inappropriate and taboo. But he couldn't help it she was perfect in her eyes her attractiveness of hers, elegant in the dazzling youthful radiance, playful, flirtatious and overly intelligent, she allowed no disrespect towards her person let alone none vexation of her
She was the woman of his dreams, the same woman who was also his niece.
Naoto had given fundamental importance to each birthday of his niece and spared no expense for her total enjoyment, did he want some craving at midnight? She didn't have to leave the house, he himself sent it to her, she wanted to go shopping for clothes but none of her friends could go with her? Not to mention the departure was scheduled, did she want to feel what it was like to hold a weapon in her pretty hands? He allowed it only if he was guiding his smooth and delicate hands in how to handle a weapon, was his sister limiting him and forbidding certain things? He talked to Hinata without problem manipulating to his liking and way to make her feel comfortable (he knew that his brother-in-law would do the same because as much as they both loved Hinata he had some archaic ideas), he wanted to talk to someone at midnight ? Through her cell phone, her number was always available to you and if he was there in person, he had no problem with going for her and taking him for a ride in the car, did he have any questions that he was embarrassed to ask someone else? He could answer it without fear. And he himself noticed his complete willingness to spend time with him.
"Does this dress suit me Naoto?"
And I loved how his name emerged from your lips, affectionate and flirtatious alike, always playing with him. Naoto really controlled himself well but seeing you in a beautiful dress that accentuated your figure and exposed one of your legs just stunned him in the best possible way.
"Is it a dress for your graduation sweetie?" questioned the older Tachibana adjusting his pants uncomfortably.
While the young Kisaki, with her gaze fixed on the mirror, moved looking for each angle to admire how the dress hugged her figure, observing out of the corner of her eye how Naoto adjusted his position as he sat on the sofa in the large fitting room where they met and at the same time accommodated his pants, were actions that he caught out of the corner of his eye that perhaps communicated to him that it was not just a merely one-sided attraction.
"Yep, I want to see from now to see the price-"
Before the younger one could finish, the older one approaches her with silent steps from behind, covering her smaller figure with his larger body, admiring her reflection and with careful hands adjusting the neckline properly over her breasts. Actions that made the minor blush because she could see the image of her voluptuous chest with rigid and hard nipples that were seen through the fabric thanks to the lack of a bra, all because of Naoto's larger hands that seemed to cover the entirety of her legs. her breasts.
"I'll buy it for you love" Naoto assured whispering into her niece's ear, savoring the sweet aroma of her perfume and her shampoo on her skin, everything about her smelled delicious.
She was the forbidden fruit that she wanted to devour.
"N-naoto it's not necessary and-I-"
Certainly the older man enjoyed making his niece nervous, it was a game of cat and mouse that he enjoyed in the best way. Although it was more like playing with a somewhat lazy cat for a while.
"I want to do it, you asked me to accompany you to the prom and the least I can do is consent to it, don't you think it's beautiful?"
Naoto admired how his sweet girl only nodded her head before hugging him to hide in his chest, and she couldn't ignore how nervously she moved her hips, highlighting her well-formed ass even more, she felt disgusting but that sensation subsided when she felt the [Name]'s warm breath against her neck and a timid kiss on her skin, I slowly savor the texture of her lipstick and the firmness of her grip.
"Thanks dude"
Just as the illusions rose they fell, being a few days away from the prom.
(…)
Naoto hadn't attended her own prom because she really didn't like social events but she would do it for her, even more so when she found out from her that her "friends" were planning to prank her and her friend so her Her mere presence had scared them away from the graduation ceremony where their precious girl looked her best.
And right now hours had passed since the ceremony, being now in the ballroom, it was more than obvious and expected that Tetta, being what she is, would reserve a private table for her eldest daughter and her only friend for what she was now at the table watching as the rest danced or made disfigurements (more than one made an uncomfortable face), the youngest was leaning on his shoulder with the slippers removed from his feet (he had them on his side) and you played with the thread that you managed to loosen from his suit, while his friend drank.
Time passed slowly to the point where some were already asleep.
Except for the friend of the younger Kisaki, who, being under the influence of alcohol, stopped to look at the scene in front of him; Her best friend was leaning against her uncle's side who absentmindedly played with the edge of her dress, they were both a sensational couple and in her eyes they both had feelings. In her drunken stupor I thought it safe to say, I was doing them a favor.
"They make such a cute couple!" the Hanma boy squealed excitedly smiling at the couple unaware of his best friend's panicked face "It's a relief that [Name] is also sooooo in love with you Naoto, he talks about you all the time and actually wants to work in the police like you for you. Even in art class, ta has drawn many times but she always stains your face with oil paints at the end…mooooo she's a great artist I see her being a forensic cartoonist"
Before Naoto could properly process the information suddenly received, she felt the warmth of her alien body leave and only saw a blur run out of the falco where they were. It all came out in a matter of seconds for the Hanma boy to be knocked unconscious by alcohol.
Seeing how the younger one came out without shoes, the older Tachibana picked up her slippers and left behind her. Naoto chased her for more than half an hour avoiding unfunny people and security guards (all from Tetta) until in the back garden she heard low sobs, almost dreamlike due to her low and almost angelic volume. She followed the sound until she saw you with your back sitting at one end of the bench, hugging your knees, apparently because of your hunched position. Her heart was destroyed as they left your soul in your tears so she silently sat on the other end of the bench leaving your heels in the middle.
"Do you think I'm filthy Uncle Naoto?" questioned the youngest barely managing to speak in the middle of her crying.
Naoto knew that it was a very vulnerable and delicate moment for both of them, because she couldn't lie to herself that her heart didn't beat wildly when she heard your feelings and she let go of that limit, what should happen would happen but it would never hurt you.
"So we're gross together don't you think?"
That simple sentence gradually stopped the crying of the minor who carefully weighed her next words.
"R-Right? You're not just being nice because of my feelings."
"That would mean hurting you and I would never dream of hurting you, it just happened" Naoto began, looking at the garden of the living room, some lights scattered across the grass giving the illusion of fireflies and he remembers taking a picture there, which is his new wallpaper "From a moment to moment you were the nicest person I could live with, you understood me when I didn't, you are understanding and kind. Little by little you slipped into my heart, I can't imagine not loving you [Name] but the decision and the one you take anyway I will love you, yes?"
And the warmth returned Naoto felt his niece lean on him while holding her hand tenderly, you felt the nerves leave his body.
"I want you to be with me, please. Live by your side every first time"
After that sentimental talk, they both began to talk more, to focus on both of them to the point that it was already midnight when a guard told them that it would take half an hour for the dance to end. [Name] helplessly pouted but appreciated the information and when she was ready to put on her heels Naoto was kneeling before her with the heels in one hand.
"I feel like a princess Naoto" the youngest said between giggles watching how Naoto adjusted her heels properly at home and got her dress ready "And do you know what it takes?"
"That-"
The youngest sealed her lips with those of the oldest, entrenching her hands in the other's neck. Naoto still on his knees felt the slightest hint of her niece's shy tongue and that was the beginning of the end of her, urging her to get closer to her, he held her against hers and kissed her for real; exploring her tender mouth with her tongue, and sullying her lips. Before separating and hiding his niece when he saw some boys go by.
"Let's go to the car love"
Neither of them knew how he had managed to get to the car, let alone drive, but they did; they were in an empty parking lot both in the car with the seats folded back. Naoto firmly held her girl's wide hips against her own, feeling part of the pants soaked in the lubrication and her squirts, she still savored on her tongue the clear sweet taste of her squirt directly in his mouth. she.
"N-naoto"
Just when she was about to get real fucking and not rubbing like animals, a cell phone rang. The older Tachibana fed up turned off the cell phone next to his girl's and threw them on the floor of the car to focus on the voluptuous breasts to suck and eat.
"It's only the beginning angel"
It took a few more minutes to get to her apartment, the light from the house projected an almost celestial halo over the skin of the minor, she looked like an angel in full sin; she was leaning against the kitchen counter with her back arched and a cock deep inside her her dress still crumpled at her waist. They had finally managed to get condoms and a better place.
"V-very sensitive N-naoto" the younger yelled trying to get her to leave her clit alone but she only received harder and firmer caresses "F-feels very good"
"I thought that was a lot for you?"
And the work continued, the younger felt her orgasm knotting in her body to go all over her and with the way Naoto fucked her, he only made her squirt and sob in need, they were just about to return but the older man's libido was greater .
Until they felt fully satisfied and although the minor will fix herself up as much as possible she still seemed disheveled and disheveled, but there was no other option and they had ignored more than ten calls.
The way back was full of tender and somewhat suggestive kisses, but they arrived just at dawn at the Kisaki house where, the moment the door was opened, Hinata wrapped her daughter in a hug asking about her well-being, if anything had happened. happened, if she had fun and because they arrived so disheveled but he pulled her towards the living room where they would talk about their night.
That left Naoto right in front of Tetta's judging gaze, who with her gaze swept him from top to bottom finding many signs of the obvious but he wasn't the saint to say anything.
"If you make her suffer, they will only find your head"…
As four musketeers, whom most people looked up to, practised their sword fighting, they didn't know what was happening. Not long after, a musketeer came running in to inform them, then ran off to the captain's office. They grabbed their swords and raced to where they were told a fight was happening, and a poor girl was pulled into the middle of it. As they reached their destination, they saw a young girl, no older than four, with h/l h/c hair and e/c eyes held by the main assailant. Tears streamed down her face as she reached out to her mother, who was held back. Before they could intervene, the mother broke free from her capture and dashed her daughter.
BANG!!
A gun fired. A body dropped.
"MAMMA!!" The young girl screamed as she pulled and pulled at her capture. It didn't do anything.
The musketeers stepped in when the gun was fired. Athos made his way to the young girl and took her capture down, she ran straight over to her mother. Athos was not far behind her. Killing or seriously injuring the men that tried to attack them. Soon they were all down, and all you could hear were the little girl's cries. Athos kneeled next to her and put a hand on her back, slowly rubbing circles on it. She looked up at him, then launched into his arms as she kept crying. He walked the h/c away from the body as she had her legs and arms wrapped around him.
"B-but mamma I-is dead." The young h/c girl said as she cried into his shoulder and held onto him, not wanting to let go.
"I know, I know y/n, but just think you have your own guardian angel to watch over you now." Athos began as he pulled away from the hug, only slightly, to wipe away the tears that had fallen from young y/n's eyes. "She won't let anything happen to her precious little girl." He finished as he stood up, keeping her in his arms.
Athos walked over to the others, Aramis couldn't resist. He pulled y/n out of Athos's arms and ran back to headquarters with the others chasing after him and her. They were happy that y/n was giggling even though they knew it wouldn't last, seeing as she would have to be put down for her nap.
Once back at headquarters, they saw Aramis with y/n by the horses with her stroking one with care and being gentle, but the slight frown on her face didn't go unnoticed by Athos. He walked over to her and gently pulled her away from Aramis who wasn't thrilled she was taken.
He got permission to use the captain’s office and made his way there. He sat down on the floor with y/n on his lap, and soon her sobs were in the air. She clung onto Athos, and she didn't let go. Athos rubbed his hand up and down her back with his arms wrapped around her. He wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Her sobs soon stopped, and light breathing came from the h/c lying across his chest. He stood up and returned to the others, giving the captain his office back, and sat at their table. When y/n woke up, D'artagnan played with her while the others watched.
I’m trying to look for a platonic alaster (hazbin hotel) x niece reader story that I just can’t find 😭
Idk if it was deleted or what but it was something like the reader had adhd or something and, after destroying some of Husk’s glasses, has a very bad breakdown and Alastor helps her calm down after.
If anyone know what fic this is, I would be forever grateful!
Life, Liberty, and Family: {Uncle!Melbourne x Sick!Reader}
Words: 1,609
Info: Anon request for a Lord Melbourne request. Related it to the GIF imagine I made here: XXX
ENJOY!
The day in question started out like any other day for the Prime Minister of England, Lord Melbourne. It was around two in the afternoon when Melbourne was sitting across from Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, as they were wrapping up their weekly meeting in the White Drawing Room when there was an intruding knock at the door to the room. Both the Queen and his Lordship were quite surprised when after Victoria gave her word of consent a white wigged, red coated footman came through the door with a look of utter embarrassment and something else that the Prime Minister could not place. “What is the meaning of this sir?” Victoria asked with a hint of curiosity but also frustration in her tone. It was well known that Her Majesty didn’t like being disturbed when she was meeting with her friend and Prime Minister.
The footman turned almost as white as the well-groomed wig on his head. He gave a hasty bow to the Queen and Melbourne thought the wig he was wearing was going to fly off the man bowed so fast. As he rose he snapped his heels together and became as stiff as a tree trunk. “My sincerest apologies Ma’am but a messenger from Lord Melbourne’s house of Brocket Hall has come with an urgent message for him.” The footman hastily informed the two.
Lord Melbourne glanced at the Queen who met his look and he saw the curiosity and confusion in her own gaze. She quickly turned back to the footman and ordered him to send the messenger in.
Almost immediately a young man in riding clothes came charging into the room. Lord Melbourne recognized the man as his young Master of Horse at Brocket Hall. His usually neat clean cut hair was in disarray and he clothes were caked with dirt. With a wild look in his eye he hastily bowed to her Majesty before he rose and the look in the man's eyes sent Lord Melbourne's heart pounding.
“Mr. Mathis what in world-!” But before Melbourne could finish the young man began to hastily explain.
“Please forgive me Your Majesty, My Lord.” After glancing at the Queen he turned his gaze upon his employer. “Lord Melbourne its Miss (Y/N).” His voice grim.
At the mention of his niece’s name, the Prime Minister’s head snapped up and he became nauseous.
If his own Master of Horse had trekked 25 miles to bring him news about his young ward something was not well.
“Whatever is the matter?”
“After you left yesterday sir, Miss (Y/N) went riding. As she was coming back her horse was spooked and it threw her. She was fine up until last night when she developed a terrible fever. The doctors suggested I rush to get you.” He said.
Lord Melbourne couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stood silent for a moment before he turned towards the Queen but before he could say anything she called for a footman. A white wigged man came in the room.
“Have my two strongest horses put on one of my carriages to get Lord Melbourne home as quickly as possible.” She ordered. With a quick bow and a “Yes Your Majesty.” The footman disappeared to do as bid.
The prime minister turned to the Queen, at a loss for words. “You’re Majesty-.” He said but she placed a hand on his arm and he became silent. “Go.” Was all she said.
Without a word the Prime Minister gave a bow to her before he hastily strode out the room leaving the Queen to only wonder and hope that the young lady who her Prime Minister so cared about would be alright.
Within 10 minutes the carriage was ready and Lord Melbourne and his young Master of Horse were on their way home to Brocket Hall.
(Y/N) was his elder brother, Penniston’s daughter. His brother died when the child was only five-still a babe. Only 21 at the time, Melbourne took the child as his own. He had always been fond of the little girl. (Y/N) viewed her uncle as a father and the two had always been quite close. This was one of the Prime Minister’s worst fears come true. As the man’s thoughts were on that of his niece, he silently wrung his leather gloves between his hands as they traveled through the countryside.
They arrived home just after 8 in the evening. The horses had done well and were lathered with sweat. Before someone could rush to get the carriage door open-even before the carriage came to a full stop, Lord Melbourne had jumped out before rushing into the large house.
Hastily handing his gloves, hat and walking stick to a young servant boy he saw his housekeeper Mrs. Miller coming hastily down to meet him. He met her halfway. “How is she?” He asked the plump woman as she came to meet him.
Together they turned and began to head up the stairs. “Her fever broke about an hour ago but she’s still very weak from the ordeal My Lord.” The woman told him as she held her skirts up as they climbed the stairs making sure not to trip over them. As they headed up the stairs, Lord Melbourne turned towards the left and up the final landing before turning right and heading straight into his niece’s room.
In bed was his niece (Y/N). In a chair by her bed was her governess, silently watching over the young woman while a roaring fire cast shadows around the room. When he entered, both his niece and her governess’s head turned. The governess stood up and gave a small bow, but he ignored it, for his only concern was the girl in the bed. As he strode into the room and to her side, (Y/N) reached out for him and he grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. It was limp in his own hands. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and gazed down at his niece.
“You came back.” His niece’s voice was hoarse and weak and a pang went through his heart at the sound. He gave her a small smile before he replied. “I came as soon as I could when I got word of what had happened.” He told her. “How are you feeling?” He asked her.
The crackling of the fire filled the room with small pops and hisses as he waited for his niece’s response. The young woman scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m perfectly fine. Everyone here frets too much” She told him. The Prime Minister couldn’t help but give smile through pursed lips.
His niece had always been a strong willed young lady-not unlike another young woman he knew. Many times he saw comparisons between his niece and Her Majesty the queen. Both were strong and willful young ladies.
“That’s not what I’ve been hearing my dear.” He said to her. The young woman gave him a look before she sighed. “I’ve been poked and prodded more times than can count these past two days and haven’t had a moment's peace with everyone running ‘round the house fretting over me.” She said, each word becoming a little stronger than the last.
Lord Melbourne chuckled. “Understandable my dear.” He said. “But it was for your own well being.” He told her and he gently pushed a lock of her hair out of her eyes. She reached up and grabbed his hand and held it in her own. “My horse spooked as we were crossing the creek and I feel into the creek.” She told him.
He nodded. “That explains the fever.” He said.
“How did you get here so fast?” (Y/N) asked.
And so he informed her on the events that took place earlier that day and as he spoke the young girl’s eyes got wider and wider as he explained further. When he had finished she covered her face with her hands in what seemed to be embarrassment. “Everyone at court will probably know by now.” The girl said. Once again the prime minister chuckled. “I suppose but why does it matter? What matters-.” He said and he grabbed his niece’s hands and took them into his own, making her look at him. “Is that I’m here now and here I will stay until you are well again.” He said to her.
The young woman couldn’t help but be relieved at hearing those words. Her uncle’s presence was a great comfort to her and she was glad he was home. “When I’m well enough I must write the Queen and thank her for her kindness.” (Y/N) said almost an afterthought.
Lord Melbourne smiled at his niece. “All in due time my dear. But for now you must rest.” He said and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’ll come and check in on you in the morning.” He said.
The young girl nodded and as he stood up he readjusted the bedding so it covered her more. “Sleep well my dear.” He said.
She gave him a small smile. “Goodnight Uncle.” He smiled and nodded. “Goodnight.” And he began to walk out of the room. Just as he reached the door, he heard his niece call out to him. He stopped and turned towards her.
She gave a small smile before she said, “Thank you.”
He gazed at her before nodding in reply before turning and exiting the room, heading for his drawing room to write correspondence to the queen, thanking her for her help and informing her that the young lady was going to be alright.
TW: Amnesia, mentions of being a hostage, manipulation, Targcest
Reader still has amnesia, I feel like I may write some flashback chapters after this.
Part one
Part 1.5
Part two
Part four
Roars.
Every time you slept you could hear thundering roars ring through your ears. At first it started as distant roars that could be easily mistaken for a brewing storm but now they were undeniable, unmistakably a dragon's roar, and yet you could see nothing through the vast darkness.
The smell of brimstone burned your nostrils and you thought you could hear faint yelling beneath the loud thundering roars,
“Vhagar, no!” Was the last desperate yell you could hear before you were jolted from your slumber, your chest heaving with quickened breaths, the smell of smoke so strong in your nose you could have sworn you had just faced off with a dragon if not for the unmistakable knowledge of being tangled within the sheets of your husband's bed.
Your eyes darted around your surroundings taking in the familiar pillars of Aemond's chambers and the comforting scent of jasmine that seemed to cling to the one-eyed prince along with the faint smell of smoke but it was nothing compared to the scent that assaulted you in your dreams.
“Husband,” You kept your voice just above a whisper not wanting to jolt him from his sleep in a sudden manner. It was barely in the early morning, dew had just started collecting outside on the blades of grass.
Your hand grasped onto his shoulder before giving it a gentle shake to rouse him from his slumber, which was easy enough the man stirring almost instantly upon contact.
His head lifted up, his remaining eye opening to meet yours, half-lidded with sleep. You could see the soft early morning rays catch against the sapphire placed in the socket of his missing eye. A sight that always caught your breath.
You did not know why, or perhaps you used to, and it slipped your mind like much did after your accident on horseback. A horse you could not even remember, but in all fairness you had not left your husband's chambers much.
In truth, your legs ached just thinking of those never ending stairs outside of the man's chambers.
“What is wrong, ābrazȳrys (wife)?” His voice was a low rasp, thick with sleep. His fingers reached out, ghosting over your cheek before your cheek pressed against his palm, nuzzling against the comforting warmth of his hand.
You did not know why you were being haunted by dreams nor why you would dream of someone who sounded like your husband would be ordering Vhagar not to do something.. it all made your head spin too much to think clearly.
You did not answer his question, feeling foolish for desiring to wake him at all, instead you had asked;
“Will you hold me?” The question came out a faint whisper, your cheeks flushing at how delicate the words that fell from your lips were.
“Of course.” The sound of his voice, calm and steady eased your tension, furthermore so when his arm wrapped around your waist tugging you against his bare chest, as warm as a summer day.
The comforting heat enveloped you, your head tucked away against your husband's bare chest that only seemed to grow warmer by the second, as if he could shield you from your scrambled mind.
Aemond had not imagined he would ever have you, his niece, so willingly burying yourself into his arms, but perhaps that split lack of control he had on that fateful night had been a blessing from the gods his mother was so fond of.
A girl who was so headstrong that you refused to attempt to claim any other dragon that was not the formidable Vermithor, the second largest.
How he wished he was there to see it, but alas you were living on Dragonstone and him, in Kingslanding during that time.
He ran his long slender digits through your unruly curls, careful to not get them tangled within your locks.
It was difficult not to think of the times where the two of you would sneak across the castle, tiptoeing as quietly as you could until you reached the library where he would mull over the hundreds of books of history and philosophy and you would indulge yourself in your little fairytale stories that he found lacking substance.
Despite your dull taste in books back then, he still held the memory fond in his mind, one full of carefree childhood wonder that was few and far between in Aemond's life even more so when your mother moved you off to Dragonstone where Aemond was not allowed to follow.
A pang of something akin to guilt hit the one-eyed prince when he thought of Vermithor. He once dreamed of flying side by side with you, especially once he learned of you claiming a dragon, but now.. that was an impossibility.
He shifted up in the bed, resting his back against the bed board while he carefully rearranged you in his arms taking great care not to accidentally bump your head, to which you easily tucked it against his collarbone.
“Husband, how long have we been married?” You had suddenly asked, lifting your head up enough to make eye contact with the man.
Your gaze was so soft and loving it caused a warm sensation bloom inside of the man's chest, but the question hardened his resolve, not willing to allow any cracks in this marriage facade he loved - no needed, he needed this ‘marriage’ to last just like he needed you to remain by his side.
He had already slaughtered, accidental or not, a dragon for this, may or may not have started a war for this, for you. It had gone too far to back out now, the facade must continue.
“Three years or so.” He responded, keeping his tone cool and unsuspecting, his fingers gently curling into your messy tresses,
“Why do you ask?”
“I was merely wondering.” A pause before you continued on, your lips pursing in thought, “considering three years is plenty of time to prepare and we clearly are intimate with each other,”
Your cheeks flushed at your own admission but you continued on regardless,
“Why are there -”
Aemond soon interrupted you, his arm tensing around you for reasons that you were oblivious to,
“Why do we have no children?” He finished for you, taking care to keep his voice steady, covering any uncertainty with one of his signature hums, low and steady like they always were.
You nodded, lifting your head to meet his gaze, finding a cold calculating look flash through his expression, leaving as quickly as it had come.
The corner of Aemond’s lips twitched upward a few times. The idea of burying his seed so deep within you it produced a child was pleasing to him and the fact that you seemed to be wanting children only made the idea much more appealing. His hand slid down to your stomach, his thumb massaging the delicate fabric beneath it, imagining how ethereal you would look with a swollen belly, full of his child.
Though, despite his desires he knew he had to be legally bound to you before he could do that, to not bear the responsibility of bringing another bastard into the realm. No, despite all his lies and manipulations he wanted your child to be legitimate, wanted to truly be wed to you.
That way even if his elder brother crumbled underneath the pressures of the realm, even if your mother managed to conquer Kingslanding underneath his nose, you could not be taken away from him. Not that Aemond would ever allow anyone to try, but it was better to have the law on his side just in case and if the day ever came that Aegon fell.. well then you would need to be legally wed to him to be his queen.
To be King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, succeeding where others have fallen.
He inhaled slowly before starting to speak, the lie smoothly rolling off his tongue, perhaps too well, “There had been some.. difficulty in the past.”
It was believable enough.
“And you would not want to try again?” You asked, your head lifting to place a kiss upon his cheek. Your eyes danced across his prominent features.
In truth, the soft words that poured from your lips like honey made him want to throw caution to the wind and put a child inside of you, but he knew he had to wait. Wait until he found a way to make their union legally binding without you realizing he lied about your marriage.
The prince's hand rose to capture your chin, his hold gentle as he brought your lips up to his in a chaste peck.
“Of course, I would, but your health is more dear to me.” He whispered against your soft lips, his breath warm against you.
A brief smile graced your lips, though they did tug into the tiniest pout at his answer, one that mirrored that of when you were just a child and he also, unburdened, back when he would have never imagined to be the cause of any harm that would befall you, even if that harm brought you to his side.
Over the course of days, Aemond would accompany you to the garden and halls, carefully helping you down the many stairs in the Keep with ease. Your legs had regained their strength but you still grew tired from use.
When Aemond was not by your side you could be found in the library gleefully reading stories of old. During those times Aemond was either patrolling the skies on Vhagar or in conversation with the maesters on your health and whether or not you showed any signs of your old self and memories.
One day Aemond had sought out his brother, each step full of determination.
“It would be in our best interest if Y/N were to be wed to me.” He spoke his voice steady but determined, his keen eye studying the newly appointed king, even if Aemond did not think Aegon deserved it.
Aegon, in all his drunken wisdom, let out a laugh, his face scrunching in confusion and amusement, “and why is that?”
The King did not share in their mother's worry of having the princess in Aemond's eager grasp or in his bed. In fact, he found it amusing that his brother was still lovesick over you.
“We already have her. We may have already won the war.” Aegon pointed out, a grin still present on his face.
“To have her legally bound to me would make bending the knee more appealing to our half-sister.” Aemond spoke, keeping his arms bent behind his back, his posture as straight as any knight in the realm maybe even more so.
“Would it though?” Aegon squinted his eyes at his younger brother, his head tilting to the side as he saw no need for legal formalities like Aemond did, “I rather think having her as a hostage would make that cunt eager to surrender.”
Aemond pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, holding his tongue from revealing any of his true desires even if those were well-known or not. He refused to be weak in front of his drunken fool of a brother, even if he needed permission from the ‘king’.
“Hostages die all the time, political ones even more so, I am sure Rhaenyra is planning on bending the knee any day now, worried for her little girl.” The elder brother waved his hand through the air with leisure, “then I am sure there will be no issues with marrying the girl.”
Aemond's jaw clenched, despite knowing you were perfectly safe within the walls of the castle. He would rather slaughter the entire capital than to allow you to be harmed within it.
“It would look better politically, show that we are willing to have peace while she remains stubborn on Dragonstone.” Aemond clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the sharp nearly irritated sound lingering while he spoke.
Aegon's brows furrowed for a moment before snorting, his violet eyes darting around the room before returning to his younger brother.
“But why?” He snorted, “we win either way, Rhaenyra won't risk Y/N's life.”
“Then what is the harm in allowing it?” Aemond tilted his head further to the side, his lips twisted into a smirk, thin and impatient.
“Just as I said she would be better as a -”
“She would be a hostage either way, with the marriage it would be seen as a gesture of peace.” Aemond swiftly cut in, to which Aegon's tongue ran along his bottom lip in thought before giving a nod in surrender.
“Fine, do as you will, but is mother..” The elder paused for a moment before continuing, his nose scrunching at the thought of the woman's wrath, “aware?”
“She is aware of it, yes.” A smooth response that revealed nothing to the other. Both knew their mother would not be fond of that idea, no need to linger on it.
Aegon nodded in response though he only hoped their mother's anger was aimed at Aemond and not him for this decision.
The ceremony was not grand, many too worried of dragons from Dragonstone descending on the city, but it was in earnest for Aemond at least, you were under the assumption this was a mere nostalgic ceremony, a renewal of your love for each other.
His lips descended onto yours, eager and passionate, his hands grasping onto each side of your face to bring you closer to him, his lips locked with yours.
His tongue pushed inside of your mouth, battling for dominance that you had the playful spirit of partaking in.
“Issa lovely ābrazȳrys (My lovely wife.)” He purred against your lips during the quick ceremony.
Aemond had been greedy in ways he hadn't allowed himself to be before, gone from the public eye and tangled in the sheets with you, melting and intertwining with your warmth for days on end
His tall form covered yours, his hips rocking forward in slow, gentle movements that elicited the softest gasps from your lips, unwilling to pull away, his face nestled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, memorizing it.
“I love you, Aemond.” You whispered, your warm touch reaching down to cup his scarred cheek, tilting his head over to meet your gaze, one so loving it nearly caused his breath to catch in his throat.
Those words were everything to him, all he wanted to hear from you for years, yet he wondered if you would still utter those words if you remembered what he had done.
It had been an accident. He had only meant to talk to you, that's it. Just talk, he had not predicted you would try to walk away from him, brushing him off.
He just wanted to tell you to stop fucking replying to Aemond's letters. You shouldn't even be thinking about him. You had him.
He had not meant to grasp onto your wrist with an iron grip, he had not meant to frighten you.
Gods, he never meant to frighten his sweet sister.
By the time he had let go of your wrist it had started to blossom an ugly hue of purple and blue.
Jacaerys had been horrified at how he reacted, attempting to press his lips against your wrist as an apology, but when you had flinched, it nearly crushed him.
He would spend weeks standing outside of your chambers, trying to cheer you up with food and your favorite books, until you're willing to let him in and forgive him.
Daemon Targaryen:
Daemon won't apologize, if you had gotten hurt while training then that was just a sign that you need to work on your form so that won't happen when you truly need to protect yourself for real.
Though, he would be lying if he didn't notice himself going a tad easier on you for the next few days, if you asked about it he would deny it and tell you to focus.
“dokimarvose.” He would sharply command, giving you direction on your form, his violet eyes watching every movement, correcting every mistake.
It isn't for no reason. He has a reason for his strictness. It's for your own safety, you might not be his child in the biological sense but you were his. He spent six years raising you and your brothers and he would not stand for something to happen to you.
You needed to know how to wield a sword, just in case there ever was a time where he would not be there to personally protect you.
If you happened to twist an ankle or sprain a wrist, then so be it. He would rather you be sore than dead.
Aemond Targaryen:
It had happened so fast, you had only wanted to go home. You had not known that your uncle was following, not until his dragon slammed into yours, once, twice, three times, nipping at your dragon.
You had tried to dove down to land, but one wrong move and you had slipped from your saddle.
The sound of something snapping sounded out, and a searing pain erupted throughout your leg, and you feared that it snapped like a twig. Your vision blurred, and you did try and crawl away, your hands digging into the cold ground beneath you, just to see the blurry figure of your uncle heading towards you, before…nothing.
The next time your eyes fluttered open you found yourself in Aemond's chambers, tucked underneath the covers with your leg wrapped with great care.
“Apologies, little niece.” Aemond drawled out, though it sounded insincere, mocking like he had no reason to apologize and was only doing it out of the kindness of his heart; despite being the cause of your pain.
“Have you gone mad?” You croaked out weakly, her eyes widened as he rose to stand next to the bed, his fingers tracing the wood in almost a deliberate action, like he was circling his prey, letting out a long, low hum.
“Mad, no, thorough?,” The corner of his lips twitched in a smirk as he mused,
“Yes, very, and now, you can't run,” He dropped his hand to rest on your covered knee, gently squeezing it before tapping, slowly, against it, once, twice, a third time,
“At all. You're not leaving, niece.” Aemond purred, leaning down to press a single kiss against your forehead, the action more claiming than sweet.
