Seeing Lyonel Baratheon sleep until midday was a normal sight. I always assumed it was a perk of not needing a “normal” job. The first couple of times it happened I was pretty annoyed and couldn't believe that someone could even sleep that far into the day. By the time he gets up I would have eaten breakfast, showered, gone to work and been planning dinner. The first time I saw this happen it really bothered me. However… that was a year ago, now he can sleep as long as he wants. It also doesn’t hurt that he is completely gorgeous.
It’s about 1:30 PM when I decide to try to wake Lyonel up. At this point I could find my way to his bedroom blindfolded. Just as I expected Lyonel was still asleep, a gold bed sheet around his hips. Lyonel’s room, much like the rest of the Baratheon Mansion, is filled with family pride and power. When I step closer to the bed he rolls onto his back. I get a perfect view of the muscle and scars on his chest. I don’t get a lot of time to admire him as he starts to wake up.
“Hmmm, that was a hell of a party.” He mumbles and rubs his face. One hand rests behind his head as the other slides down his chest. He must realize I’m in the room and one of his eyes open. “Hello darling. Card is on the nightstand. You know which one.”
I look past him and see his wallet open on the nightstand. The Amex Black card, with a golden stag printed on it, somehow stands out in the dim light of the bedroom. That card never seems to have a limit in my hands.
I crawl over him to grab it. “Thank you, Lyonel.” I say. “Oh, some of your business partners are here.”
“Fuck sake! What could they want?” He groans and complains. “Do any of them owe me money?”
“All of them do.”
He lets out a laugh and nods. “That’s true. They all probably do owe me something. Well, they are going to wait. I’m not dealing with them just yet.”
He relaxes back against the bed and just as I think he has fallen back asleep he looks back at me again. “What are your plans today my Dearest?”
“Hmm, well I think I’m going to do a bit of shopping.” I say and wave the Amex at him with a grin.
“Ah yes, I shouldn’t be surprised. I get payments from my business partners and give it to you to spend it.” He laughs.
“Yep. That’s what you wanted a year ago.” I remind him.
“I remember… Best decision of my life.” He says and kisses my cheek. “Do something for me while you're out.”
“Hmm?” Lyonel hasn’t asked me to do a thing for him since the day we met.
“Go down to Stone Hill and get a nice dress. Something gold obviously. We have a family meeting tonight at the Stag House and I want you to look perfect. I’ll need something to help me get through it… And I want to show you off.”
“Ok, you got it.” I laugh. I kiss him before I hop off the bed. He gives me a parting smack to my ass.
“Don’t spend too much of my money!” He calls out.
“There is no such thing as spending too much of your money!” I yell back.
I knew II was coming back late. He told me the time. We had been texting all day. I planned to be awake. But I didn't realize how comfortable the couch would be at midnight.
The keys in the door alert me. I can hear him fumble twice and quietly swear. I try to sit up and act like I was awake the whole time, but I don’t get up in time. The door swings open and there he is!
“Shit, sorry Darling. Don’t think you were sleeping.” II says and drops his bags on the floor.
“No, I… I wasn't asleep.” I lie. I sit up and stretch my back.
II walks over to me and lifts my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Yes you were. It's ok. You're cute when you sleep. Just like when we FaceTimed when we were in Germany.”
“Hey! I thought we agreed not to talk about that!”
“It's gonna be hard not to talk about it… I made it my lock screen.”
“II!”
He doesn't respond to my outburst. Instead II pulls me into a hug. I immediately melt into the hug and wrap my arms around his wide shoulders.
“Hmmm. I missed you.” I whisper into his neck.
“Missed you too Darling.”
With a surprising amount of strength II picks me up and carries me to our bedroom. He drops me in the bed before laying on top of me. My arms immediately wrap around him and rub his back.
“Hmmm. I missed this.” He mumbles into my neck.
“Me too. Your world tour was too long. Get less talented.”
“Whatever you want Darling. I'll be the worst drummer tomorrow.”
“Good.” I chuckle.
The room goes still and quiet. It doesn’t take long for II to fall asleep on my chest. The only sound filling space is II's deep breaths. The quiet becomes the perfect place to reflect.
He's back, he made it! He is living his dream and I get to be a part of it. He is getting new and amazing opportunities everyday and has an obsessed and dedicated fan base. And yet he still comes home to me.
The Stag House. The most famous Casino in all of Westeros, where many come to gain riches and some level of glory. Many fail, and very few leave without any debt at all. And all of them line the pockets of the Baratheon family.
I first came here a year ago. It was a girl’s trip. Go to a few clubs, gamble a bit and just have a bit of mindless fun. However, that plan changed about three rounds of Poker in. I accepted an invitation to sit at a table by the most handsome man I had seen all night. He was older, curly salt and pepper hair with gold rings on nearly every finger.
If only I knew that handsome face was a trap. I had lost nearly all of my money after.
By the fifth and final round I had gone from having $200 to a loss of $5000. $5000 that I did not have. So when it came time to pay my debt I was in a bit of a rock and a hard place. The Stag House guards ever so kindly dragged me to their boss’ office to explain that I couldn’t pay.
The back office was like something out of a movie. One one door, low lights and a view of the casino’s main gambling floor. There is a hint of Baratheon flair to the room, with black and gold walls, dark wood furniture and Stag antlers mounted near the high ceiling. A high backed chair is facing away from me as the guards push me inside.
“So. You can’t pay your debt I hear.” Says a male voice from just behind the chair. “I do hope you weren’t trying to skip town.”
“Well, even if I was, your guys beat me to it.” I say. “I don’t really have $5000 to spare.”
“Well you should have thought about that before you sat down to pay Darling.” The voice says and the chair spins towards me.
My jaw nearly drops as I see who is in the chair. IT’S THE MAN FROM THE TABLE! “YOU! YOU WERE THE GUY FROM THE OTHER NIGHT! YOU WERE AT THE TABLE WITH ME!”
He throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Aww, so glad you remember me. But, I should introduce myself… Lyonel Baratheon, at your service.”
“You… You’re a Baratheon? Is that why you even invited me to that table? To take my money?” I ask as my tone turns more accusatory.
“Well that’s not entirely true. I also enjoy the company of beautiful women. And you were… very beautiful last night.” He says and openly looks me up and down with no shame.
“I bet you say that to everyone right before you swindle them out of their life savings.” I bite back at him.
“If $5000 is all of your life savings, my dear, we need to have a completely different conversation.” He says still amused and chuckling. “Because that is sad… and ridiculous.”
“Oh shut up! It's your fault I'm in this mess!” I say angry and his casual tone.
“No, you're here because of your poor decisions. Don't get mad at me.”
“Oh fuck you.” I say impulsively.
“Fuck me? Fuck me!” Lyonel repeats, his tone now suddenly angry. He slams his hand on the desk. “You know… most people in your position would be shaking in their boots. They would be asking for a deal or a payment plan at least.”
Lyonel closes in on me as he speaks. I back away as he invades my personal space. My back hits the wall and he grabs my chin. “So? What am I going to do with you huh?” He asks.
I panic and stomp on his foot. I try to escape but he still manages to block my path. He groans in pain before standing back up at his full height. I expect him to be even more angry but when I look at his face I see a huge smile.
“Excellent! I was getting worried that I scared you too much. That all that bite disappeared…” He laughs loudly and steps back towards his desk. He fixes me with another amused look before sitting behind the desk. He leans back and props his feet up on the desk. His leather shoes probably cost more than six months of my rent.
“You know… I like you. Tell you what… I’ll buy your debt.”
“What? What do you mean by that?”
“Exactly what I said. I will buy your debt.”
“Why? What do you gain from that?”
He looks at me from a moment before he shrugs and stokes his beard. “Ummm, well… I like you. Most people don’t stand up to me, they tend to cower and piss themselves, but not you. And I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. I’m actually a nice guy if you get to know me.”
“That’s what men say before they ruin your life.” I responded deadpan.
He chuckles once again. “Probably, but, I think you’ll change your mind. Especially after I make my offer.”
“What? What do you want?”
“I’ll buy your debt and you can pay me back by spending time with me.”
“So you’re buying me?”
“No, not you, just your time. You wouldn’t need to worry about a thing. Whenever we’re together I’ll take care of everything. Food, clothes, cars? I’ll take care of it.”
“You want me to be your sugar baby?”
“If that’s what you want to call it.”
“Do I have any other options?”
“You can always pay… All of the debt... right now.”
“Well, that’s not happening. Fine, deal. I’ll do it.”
“Excellent!” He laughs and leans over his desk. “Now I must ask… Do you like dancing?”
Hi idk if you really DO requests but would you do lil headcanons about ST boys and what they would do with a cute little one on one christmas celebration day with GN reader. Maybe what types of gifts they'd give or activities theyd plan?
You're the first person to make a request.
Vessel puts on a private concert for you. He switches between instruments and plays both your favorite songs and Christmas songs. Being as sentimental as he is, Vessel gets you a gift that represents your relationship. Gifts you a scrapbook of you relationship. Mixes pictures of you, hand drawings and unused song lyrics.
II takes you to a local Christmas tree lighting ceremony. Brings you hot chocolate, and makes crafts with you to put on the tree. Gifts you matching ugly Christmas sweaters. Will get overwhelmed and will need an introvert nap afterwards.
III wants to build snowmen with you. Wants to build the biggest snowman possible. He wants to make one that is you and one that's him. Sings Frosty the Snowman the whole time. III is a fashion lover and gets you a shirt with your Christmas card picture on it.
IV takes you to a Christmas light show at the zoo. Pays extra to get in early and to feed reindeer. Gives you his jacket if you get cold. He gifts you jewelry of some kind. Most likely a necklace, or a ring. Probably something simple with his birth stone. Has a matching piece with your birth stone.
I was enjoying my day off. I had been in my room finally reading the new cool book the other Sisters were raving about. I nearly throw the book across the room when my door suddenly, and violently, swings open.
“ANGEL! CHECK THIS OUT!” Phantom shouts.
“Phantom! For Satan’s sake! You need to learn to knock!”
“Oh, sorry.” He says. Phantom then walks out of my room and closes the door. He knocks on the room and walks back in. “Can I show you now?”
I put my hand on my face and shake my head. He is goofy sometimes. “Yes Bat, you can show me now.”
He gets a large sharp smile on his face and gently grabs my wrist and leads me out of my room. He is clearly excited about whatever he wants to show me, I can hear him purr extra loud next to me. He leads me to the rehearsal room. The other ghouls look at us as we walk in, most of them quietly notice us but go back whatever they were doing. Except Aurora, she runs right up to us and gives me a hug.
“HEY! Did you come to see?” She asks, her excitement matching Phantom’s.
“What is it? What are you showing me? It must be good, you both are very excited.” I say.
“Come on over here.” Phantom says and pulls me to the side of the rehearsal room to a curtain. Aurora follows behind us. The small ghoulette then pulls the curtain to the side.
“Are these your new outfits!?” I ask as the costumed maniques are revealed.
“Yeah! Nice right?” Aurora asks.
“The new guy had these made?”
“Yeah. We got to show them off in the new music video!” Phantom informs me. He stands behind me and puts his chin on my shoulder. “But… Frater doesn’t like them… I think.”
“He doesn’t? Why do you think that?” I ask.
“Frater said we look like ‘Gay little disco balls’ I think.” Aurora says.
The mental image of Copia critically looking at the new ghoul uniforms grumbling to himself. I can’t help but laugh at him trying to make Papa V seem over hyped and not as cool as him when he was Papa.
“The jokes on him I like disco balls.” Phantom says.
“I like disco balls too.” I say between laughs.
“I’ll show you my disco balls later.” Phantom says with a wink.
It’s midnight when my alarm rings. I wake up after a few rings and look at the reminder. It reads ‘get to the airport’. I take a few minutes to wake up and look around the bedroom. I’m so happy I put my outfit on the chair ahead of time. I change and go into the bathroom to fix my hair and put on a little makeup. I grab my things and head to my car. I look in the back seat and see the sign I made. It's not fancy and extremely homemade but, I’m sure my boys will appreciate it anyway.
The best thing about getting to the airport at 2 in the morning is that there aren’t really any crowds. It made meeting up with Vessel and II’s respective partners, Blaze and Amber, really easy. I was happy to know them. Their emotional support really meant a lot to me. I knew it was going to be hard to say goodbye for the US tour, but I didn’t realize that it would doubly hard when you have two boyfriends!
The three of us talk and compare messages we have gotten over the past two and half months. Vessel, of course, is a meme machine with his antics. II was pretty subdued for this tour. Except that time, he when shirtless and had those extremely low waisted jeans. And my poor III and IV falling on stage.
A chime rings out in the airport. A woman’s voice announces the most recent arrival. That’s them! The three of us line up and hold up our respective “Welcome home” signs. The arrival area slowly fills with people. Vessel and III being taller than the average man makes it pretty easy to look for them. Vessel sees us first and points at us. III noticed us next and ran over to me. His suitcase was abandoned and rolled off by itself.
“BABE! I missed you so much!” III says as his arms wrap around me and squeezes me tight. “You smell good.”
I drop my sign and hug him back just as hard. I put my head on his chest and heard his heart thumping in his chest. The two of us sway as we hug and I feel his chin on top of my head. “I missed you too, thanks I showered.”
“Ok, back up. It’s my turn.” I look over and IV waiting next to us patiently, with III’s suitcase. He gives us a little wave.
“IV!” I say and let go III to hug him tightly.
He chuckles in my ear and hugs me back. “Hey Sweetness. You been, ok?”
“Yeah. I missed you both.” I mumbled into his neck.
“We missed you too. It’s not the same without you.” IV says. III comes up behind me and makes it a group hug.
“Alright you three. We can’t stand in the airport all night.” Vessel says his arm around Amber. “II already left with Blaze.”
“Ves is right,” IV says “as much as I missed you, I also missed our bed.”
Our group hug reluctantly ends. I walk between III and IV as we head to the parking lot, our hands linked. The boys load up their suitcases in the back of the car. III lays across the back seat of my car and IV rides shotgun. I hold his hand as much as possible while I drive us back home.
As soon as we get home I see the boys completely relax. Like they both just let out a breath they were holding.
“Home sweet home.” III says happily. I see him walk towards the bed from the corner of my eye.
“Hey! You two better shower first.” I say.
“Aww Babe, you're killing me!” III whines.
“I don’t care. Shower. Both of you. NOW!” I say. “And I better NOT see a suitcase on the BED!”
III and IV whine and complain as they shuffle into the bathroom. Now with two freshly showered boyfriends we all lay down. IV demanding to be in the middle of the cuddle pile. III becomes the big spoon and I cuddled into IV’s neck.
“God I missed this bed.” III sighed.
“It’s pretty big when you lay in it alone.” I mumble.
“Don’t Sweetness. I don’t want to think about you lying in bed alone and sad, we just got back!” IV grumbles.
“Fine, I’ll guilt trip you two later.”
The three of us lay in silence for a while. The quiet only being broken by the boys telling me tour stories. Things always seem to go big when they go to the US. I happily listen to the shenanigans they got into with Thornhill.
“So, IV, what was with you and Vessel during Aqua Regia?”
“Oh! You know about that?” IV replies, his eyebrows up to his hairline.
“Of course! I've seen ALL the angles.”
“Oooo! IV, your affair has been exposed!” III teases.
“Sweetness, it’s not what is looks like!” IV says with a laugh.
“I know what I saw IV! Vessel, I could forgive, III is a no brainer that’s my other boyfriend, II needs some love, he is stuck in his drum cave and who could possibly resist the Espera?” I pause for dramatic effect. “but the Saxophone player? That crosses a line!”
