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Re4r!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

synopsis: starting a family right after the incident that ended Raccoon City wasn't in your or Leon's plans, but destiny decided to bless you two with twins. Now married and with two kids to raise, life can't be better. Leon finally seems to be healing and moving on, until his job starts to take a toll on him. Again.

warnings: angst (again) with happy ending, mentions of traumas, nightmares, sub!leon and soft dom!wife, mentions of: ptsd, crying during sex, soft smut, p in v, hand job, praise kink, use of pet names. both oc's named olivia and jake as the twins.

word count: 7k

a/n: istg i needed to write something like this. idk why, but the idea felt so great... i like to imagine what was like for leon if he had kids and a normal life, so this is what i got. enjoy it, fellas

"show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold," nikita gill

Starting a family wasn't something you thought about in your early 20s.

But then, Leon Kennedy entered your life. You both met before Raccoon City, and you couldn't help but fall in love with those innocent baby blue eyes. At first, Leon was full of energy, completely eager and enthusiastic about his new job as a cop. You both thought that moving to Raccoon City was a good idea, and you were both happy.

You had just started a new job as an intern journalist, and it was the perfect opportunity for you since you were almost done with college. As for Leon, he graduated from the police academy and was ready to serve. For two individuals in their early 20s, it was the perfect opportunity.

Life can be weird at times.

You both never got the chance to do what you wanted. Raccoon City was in chaos with numerous casualties, and Leon came close to death while battling the Tyrant known as Mr. X. Somehow, amidst all the chaos, you managed to befriend Claire Redfield, a teenager who was searching for her older brother. Together, the three of you managed to survive that night, even rescuing a little girl named Sherry. What happened afterwards were mere consequences.

You knew from the start that Leon was an orphan, and that he was rescued by a cop after his entire family was killed. This is why he helped Claire keep Sherry safe. However, even after that living nightmare ended, the government decided to "ask" Leon to join them. He never told you what happened afterward. He never explained why he had to attend this six-month training camp.

But he was acting differently. Sure, you couldn’t blame him for being distant.

What happened that night traumatized him. He was shot in the shoulder and pursued by Mr. X, narrowly escaping death. You were with Claire most of the time because Leon thought you would be safe with her. He never told you exactly what happened, but you knew him. He changed.

Sometimes, he would wake up screaming, scared, and desperately searching for you, just to ensure your safety and well-being. You would calm him down, talk to him, and help him understand that you are safe and that nothing is real. In the mornings, you would wake him up with breakfast in bed and tend to his wound - which later turned out to be a scar. It was a sorrowful memento of that evening.

Two weeks before Leon left the house, you discovered that you were expecting a baby.

This wasn't exactly what you both wanted, and at first, Leon was mesmerized by the idea of becoming a father, but he was also very scared. Suddenly, he wanted to be at home with you instead of going to this training camp, just like you wanted him to stay. But Leon didn't have a choice. You watched him leave, and something inside your chest told you that this would be the last time you would see this version of Leon, the rookie cop you had fallen in love with.

When he returned home, he was bigger than you had remembered.

His muscles had doubled in size, and he was much stronger, completely different from when he left. His eyes, however, remained the same. It was your Leon, the same man you had met before the apocalypse. When he saw your baby bump and realized it was his child inside, he cried. You had a baby shower, but you didn't know the gender of your baby - you wanted Leon to be a part of everything. So, one week after he returned home, the two of you got married in a beautiful, intimate, and small ceremony. Claire and Chris were in attendance - Chris being Claire's older brother - and you and Leon quickly became friends with him.

Your family lived in another country, and you had no contact with them. You were on your own, and you were glad to have him by your side.

At the end of the year, your twins were born, and Leon was there to witness the childbirth. His eyes were shining just like they did when you both first met. Her name was Olivia. Leon loved that name, and she had her father's eyes and the same blond hair. The other twin was named Jake, and he had your hair and Leon's eyes. Both Olivia and Jake were copies of Leon, and he was proud of them. After the first few weeks, he took care of all the chores around the house and looked after you, Olivia, and Jake. He always said, "You shouldn't worry about that anymore."

But sometimes, he was very scared of someone trying to hurt the three of you. So, he asked to move somewhere else, and suddenly, you didn't have to worry about work or money anymore. He provided everything you needed, and he would move mountains to ensure the security of his loved ones.

The year was now 2002.

He had to leave for a mission with Major Jack Krauser. You stayed at home with your twins and were aided by Claire because they would cause you a lot of trouble. Of course, Leon's job was dangerous, but he always managed to call you and the kids. He never used his ring while on duty and had no pictures of his family with him, afraid that someone would find them and harm the babies. You can be sure that no one at the agency knew he was married and a father of two.

To be honest, you didn't care. You knew that after the incident in Raccoon City, your family meant everything to him, and he would do whatever it took to keep all of you safe. Leon was broken inside, but now he had found a new sense of purpose. He loved all three of you more than anything in the world, and when he returned from the operation, he embraced the twins and showered all of you with affection. Something happened there, but you decided not to ask.

For the twins' 4th birthday, you set a small party for a few friends.

Claire and Chris were there, as always, along with a few of your friends. The barbecue was filled with love and happiness, and yet, you noticed Leon's eyes shining once more. A little reminder that life could be peaceful sometimes, without the horrors of one's job. You would look at him, with all his glorious features kissed by the sun. The way his eyes shine with happiness. He was so beautiful. You felt so lucky.

Olivia was definitely her dad's girl. She loved running into his arms and staying there. She loved it when Leon played with her or bathed her. Jake, however, was more of a momma's boy. Of course, he loved being with his father, but he preferred being with you. They used to sleep together and be each other's best friends until that day arrived.

They were growing up, and now they wanted separate rooms. They would fight sometimes, and Leon was always the reasonable person who would calm them both. He would always talk to them instead of doing something else, and occasionally, on very rare occasions, he would ground the twins.

You knew that your husband was happy with his life. It made him forget about Raccoon City. It helped him heal.

Things couldn't be better for your family. The twins were at school. You finally had time for yourself and Leon. Sex was incredible, and occasionally, you would send the children to Claire's so you could reaffirm your connection with your husband. Leon was very submissive, and you enjoyed being in control, making him beg like the obedient boy he was. You ruined him so deeply that you were certain he would never forget it. Even with two children, you still had the power to touch him and drive him crazy.

Until 2004.

“The president's daughter?" you asked him when he dropped the news about his new assignment. "In Spain?"

"Yes, honey. The president doesn't want anyone to know... that's why I'm going alone," Leon sighed, holding your hands. "But I promise I'll be back before you even have a chance to miss me."

"I already miss you," you muttered, which made him smile. His thumb gently pressed against your lips, while his hand firmly held your chin, compelling you to meet his gaze.

"You know I love you more than anything in this world, right?" Leon asked, his voice smooth, husky, and caring. You nodded in response. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

"Well, you better tell the twins. Good luck, Liv is not in the mood today," you said, playfully tapping his shoulder, which caused him to furrow his eyebrows.

"Oh, come on, honey... this is unfair!" Leon protested, but then he laughed, following you to the living room. He called the twins, and Olivia was already sitting on his lap. "Okay, Daddy's gotta go for a few days to fight the bad guys. Behave and don't get into trouble with your mom, or I'll be the one in trouble, okay?"

"Fight the bad guys?" Liv asked, facing her dad while clutching her favorite teddy bear.

"Yes, sweetheart. They need Daddy to fight the bad guys again. There's someone who needs help," Leon explained calmly, while cradling Olivia in his lap.

"Will you be safe?" Jake asked, as he went to sit with his sister on Leon's lap, hugging his dad.

"Always, pumpkin. When I get back home, I promise I'll take a few days off so we can all be together, okay?" Leon smiled at his son.

"Please, get back home safely, Daddy," Olivia said, burying her face in his neck. Her words brought a smile to his face as he hugged the twins.

You had your twins in your arms as the three of you watched Leon leave in the black SUV. As soon as you closed the door, you activated the non-negotiable security system. Leon needed to be sure that you would be safe with the kids, and you knew very well that he wouldn't be able to focus on his job if he had to worry about his family's safety.

"Why does Daddy have to go, Mommy?" Olivia asked, her eyes shining with tears.

"It's his job, sweetie." Sometimes, Daddy needs to save people so he can keep us safe too," you tried to explain in the best way you could. After all, they were only six years old.

"But what if we need him, Mommy?" Jake asked. You touched the tip of his nose, smiling.

"Well, mommy can protect both of you from the bad guys... and we also have Uncle Chris and Auntie Claire who can help if I need assistance," you reassured your twins with a soothing tone of voice.

"I miss him already," Olivia cried, and then you hugged her tightly.

“I know, baby. Mommy misses him too”

It was the middle of the night when you heard someone deactivating the security system and unlocking the door. After three distinct knocks, you knew exactly who it was.

Leon was tired, distressed, and angry all at once. His clothes were dirty, and he felt quite miserable. His entire body was aching, and he couldn't wait to fall asleep in your bed, holding you in his arms. You, on the other hand, turned on the lights in your room and went immediately to meet him.

The moment Leon saw you, he immediately embraced you, his face completely buried in your neck, sending shivers down your spine, despite the difference in height. Your fingers ran through his tousled blonde hair, and for minutes, words were unnecessary. The way he was holding you in his arms made you think that something really bad had happened in Spain.

"Shh, it's okay... you're home, baby," you whispered in his ear, providing some comfort.

"I'm so sorry," Leon said, his voice breaking.

The last time you saw him so fragile, on the verge of tears, was after the incident in Raccoon City. Witnessing him in that state once more filled you with fear. Right after he apologized, for reasons unknown, he started sobbing and crying on your shoulder. Something was not right.

It took 40 long minutes until Leon finally calmed down. Meanwhile, you kept hugging him and reassuring him with calm words that everything was fine and he was safe at home with you. You gently stroked his hair and often traced circles on his back with your finger.

"I never told you why I left... or why I am doing this job," Leon said vaguely, his eyes focused on something else.

"I never told you why I left... or why I am doing this job," Leon said vaguely, his eyes focused on something else.

"Why does this matter now, baby?" you raised your eyebrow, sitting next to him on the sofa.

"It was because of Sherry. Remember that when Claire left to find her brother, and we attempted to locate a rescue but ended up in that government facility?" Leon asked, his gaze still fixed on something else.

The memory was still fresh in your mind. They kept you away from Leon, but they never told you why. After six years, you would have the answers to this issue.

"That day, they started questioning me, and because I possessed the skills they were seeking, they expressed their desire for me to join them. I only managed to get us out of there because of that," Leon says, his eyes cast downward as if he were ashamed. "But the thing is... they never asked me to join them."

You raised your eyebrows again, confused by his sudden revelation. You knew from the beginning that something - or someone - was being used to make him stay. He finally looks at you, his eyes shining with tears once more.

"They forced me. They said they would kill us if I didn't say yes... and I had no other choice. I asked them to leave you out of this, and I would work for them... I just wanted to keep you safe," Leon sobs again, burying his face in his hands, his voice cracking. "But this last mission... God... the things I saw and did..."

You decided to let him vent. Whatever happened, there was enough to break the wall that Leon had built over the past six years. He was finally allowing himself to feel his emotions, and you wouldn't interrupt him.

"These villagers, they were insane. Controlled by a parasite called Las Plagas, they transformed into monstrous creatures, their heads exploding and their forms becoming grotesque." Leon continued to sob, as the memories of the events in Spain flooded back into his mind. "The cult leader also infected me. He almost turned me into his pet, using the plaga inside me to torture and control my body and mind."

And then, he sobbed again. Seeing your husband hurt like that breaks your heart. Since Raccoon City, you have always been the tough one. You never showed any signs of sadness or trauma because you knew Leon needed your support. Eventually, what happened there stays in the past. But for him, it was completely different.

Gently, you embraced him once more, his head resting on your neck and his breath caressing your skin gently. You felt his warm tears on your robe, but this wasn't something that you cared about at the moment.

"I can't fall asleep... I keep seeing those things over and over again. I see Saddler, Mendez, Salazar, and Krauser," Leon sobs one more time, holding you tightly in his arms. You raised your eyebrows, surprised to hear that name after all these years. "He didn't die. He kidnapped Ashley. He was working for them. I had to fight him, I had to kill him."

"Sweetheart, none of this is your fault," you whispered, trying to calm him once more. Your words were full of assurance.

"He tried to kill Luis and me. I felt so betrayed. I thought he had died two years ago... but he was working for Saddler. He died because of power, something so stupid," Leon said, his eyes closed as he replayed everything in his head. "I just can't believe it. I thought it could be different..."

"Well, you brought Ashley home safely. You did it, and then you managed to come home for us too," you smiled kindly, using your thumb to wipe the tears from his face. "You're here with us, safe and sound again."

"I'm so tired, baby," Leon whispered to you, his eyes still closed as he started to calm down again. "It is always the same bullshit”

"I know," you said, taking a deep breath. "But I'm here, and nothing will hurt you."

You noticed a slight smirk on his lips, and both of you remained there for a while.

You knew that his missions left him stressed and tired. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, and it always made you anxious because you were scared he wouldn't come back. But you knew Leon better than anyone else. He would always come home.

"Daddy!" "Daddy!" Olivia jumped into his arms when she saw him in the kitchen in the morning.

"Good morning, princess," Leon chuckled, holding her in his strong embrace. "Someone missed me, huh?"

"Where's Jake?" you asked Olivia, noticing that her brother didn't come downstairs for breakfast.

"He's in his room, Mommy," Olivia said, hugging Leon tightly. "I told him to come down and see Daddy, but he didn't want to."

"Ok, I'll take care of it," Leon sighs, gently placing Olivia on the ground and kissing you on the forehead.

You smiled and nodded your head. As Leon went to Jake's room, your daughter helped you prepare breakfast. Gently, Leon knocked on Jake's door before entering. He saw his little boy lying on his bed, with his eyes closed. His room was filled with blue adhesive posters, scattered bears, and toys.

"Hey, big boy. What happened?” Leon asked, sitting on the edge of Jake's bed, with his hand on his son's shoulder.

"I had a bad dream," Jake whispered, trying to hide under the blankets.

"A bad dream? Wanna talk about it?" Leon asked again, gently holding Jake's hand and stroking his hair.

"I saw a man hurting you, Daddy... I felt it too," his baby blue eyes then shined with tears.

"Well, Daddy's back home safe and sound, you see? There's nothing to be worried about, okay? While I'm here, no one will hurt you," Leon smiled, his voice calm and soft, as always. "Now, let's go eat breakfast, or your mom will definitely ground us."

Jake nodded smiling and Leon lifted him onto his shoulders. They walked downstairs together for breakfast, with Leon carrying his child. He placed Jake in the chair, sitting between the twins. Olivia and Jake enjoyed their pancakes with juice, while you and Leon had your favorite meal. Such a warm way to welcome him home.

"Daddy, I did something for you," Olivia said. Then, she ran to the living room and returned with a piece of paper. "I was waiting for you to come back."

"This is so beautiful, princess. I loved it," Leon smiled, as he observed the drawing she made of the family. "Thank you, baby girl."

"Jake drew too," you said, noticing that Jake was away. He seemed sad. "Right, baby?"

"Yes, I did," he nodded, then he ate another slice of his pancake. Your shared glance with Leon conveyed what words couldn't.

A few hours later, Olivia and Jake were playing in the garden, while Leon and you were casually lying on the sofa, watching the twins from the window. He was between your legs, and your fingers were gently running through his disheveled hair. His breath was calm, and he appeared tired, but at least he managed to sleep for the rest of the night.

"I'm worried about him," you sighed to Leon, your eyes locked on Jake as he played with his sister.

"Do you think we need therapy?" Leon's eyes met yours as he lifted his head to get a better view.

"I think he misses you, Lee. Let's be honest, Olivia is like your baby girl, and I think Jake feels that you give her too much attention," you said, analyzing the two.

"Right, babe. I'll fix that, I promise," Leon smirks, passionately kissing your hand.

"Take him to a boys' day or something. I'm sure he'll love spending some time with his dad," you suggested, smiling and leaning in to kiss his forehead.

"Alright, I promise I'll spend some time with Jake. I don't want to miss anything," Leon smiled again, then he leaned in to kiss you.

"Ew, that's disgusting!" Olivia shouted. Then, you glanced at your daughter and smiled mischievously at Leon. Both of you then ran after Jake and Olivia, giving them each a kiss.

2006 was a terrible year.

You knew that someday you would have to explain to the twins the true nature of Leon's job. You thought you would have time for it. Instead, his job decided to rush things, and now you have to deal with it alone.

Leon had gone to investigate something in China, and for some reason, you felt uncomfortable with the idea. Since his mission to Spain, he has completely changed again. Of course, you loved spending more time with him, and the twins loved the idea as well, but he seemed a little sad. Every time you tried to talk and understand what was going on, he would shut himself off and change the subject.

Just like what happened after the incident in Raccoon City.

You were at home when you heard about a submarine exploding and rumors circulating about the Chinese being behind the attack. The last time you had actually spoken to Leon, he was on his way to catch a submarine. Your heart sank at the possibility of him being killed, but somehow, you decided to remain positive. Leon would never leave you alone; he always finds a way to come back home.

But then, just as you were about to tell the twins, Leon returned.

This was the first time you had a fight with him. You needed to tell him how distant he was and the fact that he almost died made you freak out. He needed to open his eyes because he had been away from home since Spain, and you were trying everything in your power to make him see what he was losing.

And right after the fight, Leon attempted to reconcile and make amends.

He was more present at home, spending more time with you and the children. He was being more passionate and caring than ever before, treating you in the best way he could. Even so, he still had nightmares. One night, he woke up abruptly, his face and chest drenched in sweat, his breath labored, and his eyes filled with fear and panic.

"Babe, I'm here. It's okay, it wasn't real. It was only a bad dream," you said soothingly, hugging him tightly and stroking his hair to provide comfort.

"Shit... I-I can't sleep," he muttered, trying to catch his breath. He was very scared.

"Take a few deep breaths with me," you said, placing your hand on his chest and feeling his rapid heartbeat. Leon held your hand for support, to confirm that it was indeed real.

He never told you what his nightmare was about. You attempted to engage in conversation with him, but he mentioned something about terror and fear, implying that it would be better to avoid discussing it. Eventually, after a few weeks, he told you about Jason and what had happened in China. If Jason wanted to scare him, he successfully did that.

You hated Jason more than ever.

After the events of the Eastern Slav Civil War in 2011, Leon decided to quit USSTRATCOM for good. He told you what happened there and expressed his disgust towards the current government. He expressed his anger and stress by fucking you forcefully. Thankfully, the twins were at Claire's, so they couldn't hear your pornographic moans.

Now, he was working for DSO, and he seemed happy.

It was a very peculiar routine. Leon was called during a family quality time and was gone for weeks. When he returned, he would be exhausted to the core, stressed, and angry. The only way to relieve his tension was by using your gentle touch.

Jake and Olivia were at an age where they enjoyed spending time with friends. You didn't mind letting Olivia go to her best friend's house for a sleepover while Jake had fun with his own group. And when you had the house all to yourself, Leon would not only find a good massage but also the perfect stress relief.

"Beg to come, my good boy," you teased, slowing down your hands on his erect penis.

"P-please... let me cum, please,” he moaned so loudly that you knew your neighbors would hear him pleading with you. "F-fuck, I can't take it anymore."

"Again," you demanded, smiling teasingly as you continued to move your hand slowly. You watched as he desperately tried to find some friction, lifting his hips into your hand.

"Please, let me cum, babe,” he whined aloud, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gripped the sheets beneath him, burying his head in the pillow and closing his eyes. “Pleasepleaseplease I'll be your good boy.”

"The light is green," you whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe. With the trigger words, Leon released himself into your hands, emitting a loud moan that left you satisfied with your performance. His body jerks with the sudden release of pleasure, and he tries to catch his breath again.

“I love you,” he says. 

It was 2013, and you were at home, focusing on your paperwork for DSO since your children were teenagers, and you had time to work again. Jake was at soccer practice, Olivia was with her friends at the theater extra class, and you were alone with Cookie, the stray black and white cat that Leon adopted a few months ago. 

Suddenly, you heard the news about President Benford being killed. At the same time, someone called you. It was Hunnigan. 

She told you Leon was accused of killing the president while on a mission with Helena Harper from the CIA, and he was apparently MIA. You fell onto the couch, your heart beating faster inside your chest. You knew Leon would never betray his own country like that. Not only that, but you knew him better than anyone else. You knew what was about to happen. Immediately, you went to pick up the twins, driving them home in such a hurry that they didn’t understand what was going on. 

“Mom, is there something wrong with dad?” Jake asked, checking his phone with a worried expression. “The president died? Is all over the news” 

“I’ll explain when we get back home” You sighed heavily, your heart beating faster and your hands shaking completely. 

“Is he okay?” Olivia glanced at you, trying to find any assurance. In response, you just bite your lip. 

You said nothing. When you parked in front of your house, you took the twins inside in such a hurry that they started to get anxious. They could definitely tell something was wrong. You closed the curtains and checked the entire place, and when you found nothing, you finally relaxed. 

“Your dad went on a meeting with the president earlier, but I don’t know what went wrong, but he had to kill the president,” you finally said, after sitting with the twins on the sofa. Olivia gasped in shock as Jake remained with his Stoic expression, just like his father. “And at the moment, he’s missing in action” 

If you could protect your children from the truth and the whole world, you would without hesitation. The look of sadness on their faces, the way they leaned in for your support — it all broke your heart. Olivia was crying quietly, Jake was in shock, and once more, it was your responsibility to be the tough one. 

The three of you remained in the living room as your embrace protected the twins, giving them the comfort they needed. At any time, you knew you would receive secret agents at your door, but you had no patience to deal with them. Deep down, you knew that Leon was alive. He needed to be. 

But eventually, after a few days, you started to question if he really died. The twins were at home with you, as you decided to keep them at home after being dismissed from class due to personal reasons. The house, once full of laughs, jokes, and love, was now silent and cold. You were dead worried, waiting for any sign or call from Leon or Hunnigan. Olivia barely left her room, and Jake tried to stay positive, giving you the support you also needed. 

Until he crossed the door. 

The moment Leon walked inside the house, it was like he brought back the light. It was like the missing piece had finally found its way back. Olivia and Jake jumped on him, and for a very long time, tears and sobs were the only symphony inside the place. You were looking at him like he was your sun, the warmth and kindness that always finds a way to melt your heart. He glances at you, and he smiles.

He opens his arms, and when he embraces you, this is exactly where he needs to be.

“I had no other choice. He got infected,” Leon later said, when the four of you were having a family quality time. “And Simmons tried to blame me to cover up for his crimes”

“But you got him, right?” Jake asked, eating his popcorn and focusing his attention on his father.

“Well, kiddo, if I didn’t, I would be dead by now.” Leon chuckles, stroking your hand as you lay comfortably on his chest, smiling.

“Why do you keep doing this, dad?” Olivia asked, sighing. Leon hesitated for a moment. This was a subject never spoken in your family.

“Back in 1998, right after I met your mom, I had recently graduated from the Police Academy, and your mom was about to start as an intern. We decided to move to Raccoon City so we could start a life together, but one week before, I got a call telling me I shouldn’t go. I don’t know why I ignored that call, but we went anyway.” Leon sighed, his eyes looking somewhere else. He never liked talking about Raccoon City. “When we arrived, the city was drowned in chaos, death, and zombies. It was a living nightmare. But at least we met Claire and Sherry, a little girl who was alone. We managed to survive the night, barely escaping the city. The entire city was wiped away the next morning, and when we tried to find a rescue, we ended up in a government facility. I made a deal that day in exchange for keeping your mom and Sherry safe, I joined their top-secret program. One week before I left, your mom told me she was pregnant"

Both Olivia and Jake were surprised to hear about the incident. Sure, everyone knew, but knowing their parents were there and somehow survived was very different. Now, at least, they knew the true nature of Leon’s job and why he did what he did. But, the most important thing in the world, they knew Leon would do everything in his power to keep his family safe.

One year later, in 2014, however, things turned unexpectedly.

Leon decided to go on a vacation in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado after his entire team was killed by a mole. He drowned himself in alcohol, and he clearly was struggling with depression. After everything he went through, he was losing himself again. It was morning when you woke up alone in the hotel room, his side cold and empty. His blonde hair was now dark, he had a beard growing up, and his eyes weren’t shining like usual.

You found him already drinking his sorrows away.

“Babe, you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” you sighed, sitting on his side, holding his hand and squeezing it softly.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this anymore.” Leon muttered, his eyes focused on his own drink and avoiding your gaze. “I had to watch them die… I had to shoot them in the morgue. I lost them all”

“And do you think drinking heavily will ease the pain, Lee? You can’t bring them back, and I know it hurts, but this wasn’t your fault. You tried, I know you did… but sometimes things don’t happen the way we want them to happen,” you sighed again, still holding his hand.

He was shattered inside. Losing his entire team in front of his eyes made him regret every decision he ever made. He was disgusted by himself and found solace in alcohol, which you hated.

“It's a little bit early to be that deep in the bottle, Leon,” you heard Chris say, getting closer with Rebecca.

You smirk, and Leon sighs. He’s going again on a new mission.

When he came back from this mission with Chris, he seemed different. Although his arm seemed to be hurt, he was acting differently. Whatever happened between him and Chris, it worked to make him open his eyes. He enjoyed the rest of his vacation, cutting out alcohol permanently and spending more time with his family. 

He eventually told you about Arias and what happened in New York. Likewise, he told you about Maria. 

Leon was, again, healing. It was a very slow process, but he had his family to remind him that life could be beautiful and happy. He had you by his side, and even after sixteen years since Raccoon City, he was still alive, and nothing bad really happened to you or the twins. Now, he was making his dad jokes again, laughing and smiling more than ever. His presence at home was more frequent, and he definitely decided to stay more with you. 

On the weekends, he would take you and the twins to some random beach, have a picnic, or go camping outside. The family portraits were happier than the previous ones, and slowly, he was starting to show the first signs of his age hitting him. His body wasn’t the same as before, but you didn’t care. To you, he would always be the Leon you met in his 20s. 

A year later, everything was normal again. 

“Ok, slow down. I know you want to go see this prison, but I’m not Flash!” You shouted at Jake while he was speaking aloud about Alcatraz. “Liv, are you ready?”

“Mom, why do you keep treating me like I’m a baby?” Jake rolled his eyes, finally meeting you in the living room, his phone on his left ear. 

“Well, you might be sixteen, but you’re still my baby.” You teased him by kissing his forehead. 

You drove to Alcatraz Island because Jake had been asking you for the entire month. He had this history project, and since you were the cool parent, you decided to take him and Olivia on a small trip to the island because Leon was too busy at work, and you wanted to enjoy San Francisco since their vacation was ending. 

But something went wrong. 

You three were at the cell block when everyone started to scream and run. You grabbed Jake and Olivia by their hands and entered one of the cells, locking it. Whatever was happening, their safety was your priority. You took a gun from your purse, ready to keep your children safe. 

“Mom… I-I don’t feel good,” Jake muttered, sliding against the walls. He was pale and sweating, and his breath was very shallow. 

“What happened, baby? What's wrong?” You asked desperately, trying to find any sign of a bite or any other wound. “Are you hurt? Olivia, help me lay him in bed"

But then the same thing happened to Olivia. You were desperate, and their phones were missing. Now, they were struggling against something you couldn’t know what it was, and there was no way to call for help. You sat with them, stroking their heads and whispering soothing words, fighting to keep tears in your eyes. You saw a blonde woman standing on the other side, half of her face covered by her own hair. She watched you with an awful smirk and disdain.

“Who are you?” you asked, your hand slightly reaching your gun.

“I’m the one who will make your husband pay for killing my father,” the mysterious blonde said angrily. “I’ll make him watch your children rip you apart and see him kill everything he loves. And then I’ll make him suffer”

“You’re stupid to think he’ll fall for that,” you said, smiling, but deep down, you knew you were scared. “He’ll beat the living shit out of you just because you thought you could harm us”

She smirks.

“Yeah, if I were you, I’d be worrying about my own skin by now”

“Well, if you think I’ll leave my children alone, you’re wrong. You better find Leon before I find you, because no one fucks with my family and gets away with it,” you threatened with cold, dead eyes, and she seemed to back off.

“Badass, mom,” Jake smirks, holding your hand tight.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Dad’s coming,” you whispered to the twins softly.

You had no idea how she found out about your family, but this wasn’t important at the moment. You had calmed them both, knowing they were struggling with the infection. Seeing them suffer made you angry, and whoever she was, you would go after her and make her pay for hurting your babies. You had no notion of time, but you heard someone. It was Chris and Claire, they were also infected. You hated being the one spared, but you knew you were running out of time.

“Are you guys okay?” You asked both Chris and Claire, hearing them groan in pain.

“Yeah… how about the kids?” Chris asked you back, followed by a groan.

“They’re infected…” you sighed. “I don’t know, it happened quick”

You heard a loud thud. Two people were walking inside the cell block, and then you heard him scream your name, running immediately to you. Desperation floated in his eyes as he saw his twins.

“Babe, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Leon asked with desperation in his voice. He managed to open the cell, hugging you tight. “What happened to the twins?”

“That little bitch infected them,” you muttered, kneeling next to Olivia.

“Maria? Where is she?” Leon asked again, holding Jake in his lap. “Hold on, big boy. Daddy's here”

“Dad… it hurts,” Jake hissed, closing his eyes. Olivia reached for his hand, trying to squeeze it.

“I know, but I need you to hang on just a little bit. I promise I’ll take you home safe,” Leon said, stroking Jake’s hair and, with his other hand, holding Olivia’s.

As soon as Rebecca arrived, she injected the vaccine into the twins, Chris and Claire. Jill had to leave to face Dylan by herself. It was time to end this. As soon as the twins recovered from the infection, you sat next to them with a serious look on your face.

“I need you two to go with Claire and Rebecca. Jake, you need to protect your sister, okay? I’m counting on you two,” you said to them. “Me and Dad will be back for you when we finish. Go, now!” As they leave with Claire and Rebecca, you take your gear.

“You look so sexy when you’re angry,” Leon teased as you two walked to the armory room.

“Keep teasing me like that, and I’ll have to teach you a lesson” You wink at him, which makes him giggle.

Maria was waiting for both of you in the armory room. After an intense fight, Leon managed to kick her, impaling her into some broken metal pipes. She looked at you, and you leaned closer, pointing your gun into her head.

“I told you. No one fucks with my family,” you hissed angrily, right before she dropped dead on the floor.

Alcatraz was a terrible experience. Leon had his face almost purple after being beaten up by Maria, and the twins were exhausted. At least your family is intact again. You were with Rebecca, Chris, Claire, Jill, and Leon outside. He seemed distressed, so you hugged him tightly, kissing his shoulder gently.

“I almost lost them,” he said, looking at the twins laughing with Chris. “And you”

“We’re here,” you said to him, looking into his blue eyes and placing your cheek peacefully on his shoulder.

“I’ll quit.” Leon looks at you. “I’m coming home, and I’ll never leave you again”

You smiled, holding his hand. No matter what happens, at the end of the day, Leon always comes home.

Find me

Warning: mention of blood, violence (physical and psychological), mention of viruses, parasites, zombies; kidnapping; the reader has a slight anemia; Fem/reader; established relationship with Leon.

Synopsis: You could have a quiet wedding and a good life with the person you love most in the world. Leon was ready to protect you to the death from his enemies and viruses but… it seems that someone is also interested in you. And the price for life will be very high.

A/N: The idea from this post that I wrote about quite a long time ago. "Together forever" I'm not very good at writing (apparently the Yandere theme is not mine, no matter how much I like it). So I'm going to try this plot. I don't know how many parts there will be, but if everything goes well, then probably a lot (maybe 10-12 or so). I hope someone likes it because I have serious notes on this work in my notebook, as if these are sketches for the 9th part of the resident).

Tags will be added to the following parts. I was very much inspired by the remaster and Haunting ground when I was taking notes. After all, both games were made by Capcom.

Feedback is welcome (but no insults!)

Sometimes the worst horror happens in the name of love. It's not the worst plot for books, films or paintings that are more than a hundred years old and it's impossible not to admit that sometimes we want to be loved until our death.

And maybe after it.

The words sound soft, with a slight taste of regret, as if somewhere between the letters there is a treacherous "I'm sorry". But in fact it was so predictable. Leon hugs you too tightly, experiencing an inexhaustible sense of guilt, because he promised to decide together where you will spend your honeymoon, which is unlikely to last exactly a month, he promised to watch a movie with you that you have been planning for a long time and… and everything went to hell.

Leon nuzzles your cheek and devoutly kisses you gently, leaving a wet trail with his eyes closed. Another sign of his eternal love, his lips are imprinted on the bridge of your nose, making you smile from the slight tickle caused by his stubble. He had no power over not being called to work for at least another week, but the government is not interested in the personal life of his best agent. And yet you enjoy the way he puts his arm around your waist, holding you as tightly as he can.

"Okay, Mr. Kennedy," you joke kindly, inhaling the almost faded scent of his cologne. "I forgive you, once again. Run to save the world" You smile looking into his crystal blue eyes filled with sadness and longing.

"I promise that I will ask the authorities for a good vacation," Leon swears very sensually, continuing to hold you tightly in his hands and look with those puppy eyes from which the soul is torn apart and kisses again this time on the forehead, "If necessary, I will harness Ingrit and no one will bother us. We'll plan everything the way you want, even if it's a tour of all the castles in Europe"

You laugh sincerely, removing the bangs from his face, hoping to stretch the moment of intimacy with him longer. It was so warm and safe next to him that you snuggled up to his chest and he gently cradled you in his arms like a child.

"Don't do anything stupid in my absence"

"I still need to do an exhibition and maybe I'll finally clean up the bookcase," you lie knowing full well that the books will still lie randomly on the shelves and you won't even touch them. Actually, your work was the only thing that could save you from the all-consuming longing for Leon.

"Be careful, okay?" with some hidden fear, he asks, reluctantly releasing you from the ring of embraces. "I'll call as soon as I get a free minute and I'll really be back soon"

Leon is already out on the street and you follow him with a sad look, noticing some dark car to the side. Rightly deciding that they came for him, you lower your head, sighing heavily and literally taken aback when Leon's lips abruptly cover yours with a demanding and somewhat rude kiss that you forget how to breathe. At some point you try to seize the initiative, but strong hands push you against the wall and you hit the back of your head a little painfully, allowing him to dominate. As always.

"I would eat you right here," Leon said sarcastically and quietly stroking your hips, "But I really have to go."

And you silently bite your lower lip while watching him move away from you and get on his bike.

Well, that cool car wasn't for him, but this thought quickly leaves your head and in the end, tired of standing on the street, you just go back into the house, closing the door, grabbing the phone and immediately sending him an impatient "I miss you already." However, this does not prevent you from also ordering food with home delivery and watching some movie to pass the evening that was hopelessly spoiled.

The evening really became disgusting, neither delicious food saved him, nor a good movie will save him.

"Complete shit" a quiet curse came off your lips when you looked at the phone screen for the hundredth time in the evening and endlessly reread Leon's last message "My love…" which seems to have been imbued with such despair that tears came to your eyes. He was like a big kid who couldn't live a day without you and besides, only with you his sleep was like a more or less healthy one. You were his only light and he wanted that light to stay with him forever. Well, you could send him a hundred more messages, but it's unlikely that he will have the opportunity to read them in the next few hours or even days. So with bitterness, you just turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to get ready for an earlier than usual sleep.

Hot water pleasantly calmed and warmed the skin flowing down the body. You spent 15 minutes in the shower, brushing your teeth and doing all the usual and favorite cosmetic procedures, smeared your body with a lotion with a pleasant floral scent, waiting for it to soak into pale skin. The mood even improved a little when you changed into pajamas and straightened the bed once more before putting your head on the pillow and looking at the phone.

Nothing.

There's no point blaming Leon or doubting his love. It wasn't up to him. Sometimes he was dragged out of bed late at night and you could not see him for weeks without even being able to talk on the phone for one minute. But when he returned, he turned into a puppy clinging to his beloved owner and covered your body with a lot of kisses, not letting you get out of bed. Not that you mind… You always miss him and worry about him.

Sighing, you turn over on your side, putting the phone on the bedside table and not seeing the desired message from your fiance. Therefore, grabbing Leon's pillow, the lungs are filled with his smell and instead of feeling his presence, you experience only a deep feeling tearing apart that makes your heart beat a little faster.

And closing your eyes, you reach for the switch, when suddenly for a second the phone quickly notifies you of a new message from the addressee next to whose name the heart turns red.

"Don't forget to take the pills that the doctor prescribed for you. I want this sickly pallor to disappear. Love you"

Well, smiling, you took a screenshot of the message for some reason, saving it in your gallery on your phone. After sending Leon the answer, you still remembered that you really forgot about those pills once again, but you didn't want to get up anymore, so you left this matter for the morning. Sighing once again, trying his luck in the hope that Leon would write something else, your mobile was treacherously silent while you were just flipping through the social media feed.networks thinking only about how dependent you are on this man. However, the same can be said about him. The phone went out, as did the light in the bedroom, and sleep slowly overtook your mind when you hugged else's pillow without hearing quiet footsteps in the next room. The uninvited guest, thanks to Leon, had to tinker a lot with the lock of the front door before he unlocked it, quietly closing it behind him so as not to attract your attention while you were in the shower. Merging with the surrounding darkness, it was necessary to wait for the right time and prepare the syringe so that everything went as it should and the target was quietly neutralized without attracting the attention of neighbors.

The order was well paid and the fact that Leon left the house on that day was only to his advantage. After all, a government agent can ruin everything and getting rid of him threatened big problems that were not needed by anyone, but who will remember about his pretty bride, about whom he will probably quickly forget everything himself? The unknown person only needed to stick a pomeranian, inject the substance and quietly take the target out of the house by throwing a fake note with a handwriting similar to yours that you and Leon do not see the future for yourself. Pick up a few personal items and throw them in the nearest trash as proof of the truthful departure of the unfaithful bride.

Not the worst plan, especially since Leon Kennedy will think about your disappearance and how natural it is, no one really cares. Even if he suspects this ill-conceived plan, by that time you will be too far away from here anyway.

The problem was solved by itself because you are a simple art worker did not pose any threat even if you tried to resist. One step, two… the blessed victim will not suspect anything until the very moment when someone else's hand in a black glove closes her mouth and sticks a needle into her body. You fall asleep without suspecting anything, somehow reflexively reaching to the left side where Leon usually sleeps with his back to the bedroom door.

You are separated by literally a few meters from each other before one inept movement spoils everything.

The sound of falling books that Leon has been asking you to arrange exactly for so long makes you open your eyes by squeezing the pillowcase of the pillow and the "guest" freeze without touching the door handle. However, you felt a gaze on you that did not let you be deceived that someone had entered the house.

In Leon's bedside table there is a 9mm pistol fully loaded. It's not that you were very accurate, but Leon took you to a place as entertainment, where you trained shooting at targets under the watchful eye.

"not the worst result for a beginner," he said condescendingly so as not to upset you, but it was fun even if the gun was real.

Except now there are no jokes! You heard another step towards your side and held your breath, gathering strength for a jerk to pull out the gun and remove it from the safety. From fear, the heart beat faster, causing the blood to roar in your ears and before the intruder's hand landed on your face, you abruptly rolled to the left side of the bed, throwing a pillow at the person standing over you, winning for yourself a couple of seconds from his confusion.

Jumping to your feet, you quickly grabbed the gun pointing it at the man with trembling hands, removing it from the safety.

"Your own life is more expensive," you thought when a man of impressive size in a mask stood a meter away from you without a weapon, because his goal is to deliver you alive because you will not be of any use dead.

You held his floor at gunpoint, but your hands were shaking from the unusual weight and you really wanted to lower them down, but you held on trying not to panic. A step towards you and you pulled the trigger without aiming so stupidly hitting the closet, startled by the loud noise of the shot, immediately shrinking and from unaccustomed frightened by the strong recoil of the weapon.

"Fuck," he swore loudly, immediately rushing to you, forcing you to scream at the top of your voice while miraculously dodging. Rushing to the door, the first thought was to run outside and ask for help from neighbors, especially since the sound of a gunshot and a woman's scream certainly did not go unnoticed and someone probably should have already called the police. We just need to hold out. However, you only managed to jump out into the corridor when suddenly a strong man's hand roughly grabbed you by the hand in which you were holding a gun and your finger pressed the hook again making a shot.

Again a loud noise, your screams and a small hole in the ceiling.

Again the bullet flew by.

"Get off me, you bastard!"

A ringing slap in the face and you abruptly fell to the floor dropping the gun somewhere to the side. He immediately hung over you, but grabbing the first book that came to hand, you threw it in her man's face and taking advantage of another hitch jumped to her feet, running on without thinking about how much lip hurts.

And yet, the chances of escape were initially small, especially when shortness of breath began due to anemia and the chest began to ache sharply. A deep breath did not help even if your body was filled with adrenaline, he still knocked you to the floor, pressing your whole body to the floor, taking that ill-fated syringe out of your pocket and sticking it into you by quickly pressing the plunger . It only takes a few minutes, but because of your screams and shots, even they could put the entire mission under the "failed" icon, so without wasting even these precious minutes, the kidnapper grabs you by the hair and just hits your head on the floor suppressing resistance at the root. The world before your eyes becomes hazy and barely audible when a strange and unusual feeling of lightness covers you despite the pain in your head.

"Bitch ruined everything"

This bastard threw you over his shoulder and quickly ran out of the house, leaving the syringe lying there on the floor because there was no more time. Throwing you carelessly like a sack into the backseat, he slammed the door and gave gas to get away from the crime scene as soon as possible and dump the tail by moving to another car. They'll pay him well anyway.

You only blurred vision being on the verge of consciousness silently watched your loss until a long sleep covered you.

I don't understand how people can see the last scene in the last chapter as hot or smexy. That was rape, people..She was asleep. She wasn't consenting. It even said that she was crying. It was very clear what is happening yet people still sees that as hot.. Reader reacting to the deed is something she can't help with.. It is an involuntary reaction of her body. Also for those people complaining how she's being such a bitch.. The reader is actually having PTSD. She's spiraling. She's traumatized.. She witnessed her brother getting killed. She was imprisoned then was beaten and almost got raped by her uncle.. Then got raped multiple times by her other uncle.. Of course, she's going to be vulnerable given the situation. I hope people can understand how difficult her situation is. At this point, I don't even want them to be together. Aemond is a abusive rapist bastard. He doesn't care if he hurts his wife as long as he has her. He doesn't love her. He is obsessed with her. Love comes with respect and with how aemond is acting, that isn't love. Reader deserves better than to be shackled with this man.

Smoke, Fire and Ash

AEMOND WEDDING POV PART 1

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Thoughts of manipulation and hurt, violence and assault. Obsessive themes and possessiveness.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: AEMOND!POV, Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Word count: 5.7k

Note: The highly requested and anticipated Aemond!POV from the wedding to the fateful night. Thank you all for showing so much love and excitement for this, I had fun writing it. As always read the warnings and please, please don't expect anything happy, or fluffy or healthy. This is a Dark!fic. Anyway.... enjoy you heathens <3

BOLD ITALICS ARE INNER MONOLOGUE

AEMOND POV CHAPTERS 50-52

PART ONE : A Union of Green and Black

Aemond had anticipated the raven returning to Kings Landing. He had waited for it patiently, spending his days assisting his mother and brother, or roaming the realm for the letter that would give him the answer he knew was coming. And when the day rolled over, and he had been in his chambers, and Ser Cole had summoned him to the Small Council Chambers, he had known his answer had arrived.

‘Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and of the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm has accepted King Aegon’s terms of treaty…’

Queen?

That whore did not deserve the title Queen. 

When King Viserys had died, Aemond had turned to Ser Willis Fell, “Is Aegon king?” The One-Eyed Prince asked, “Or must we kneel and kiss the old whore's cunny?” 

And when word had arrived to Kings Landing that the Whore of Dragonstone had named herself Queen, and aquired Viserys' crown, Aemond had scowled and raged in his chambers alone.

Must we kneel and kiss the old whore's cunny?

It felt like they were now. 

A treaty, Aemond inwardly scoffed. 

‘Princess Y/n Velaryon, the Princess of Dragonstone has accepted the betrothal to Prince Aemond Targaryen.’

Aemond had known you would have had said yes.

You had no other choice. 

The wait for the next moon was agony, and Aemond found himself so restless that he returned to Harrenhal to see a pair of familiar, piercing green eyes. Alys Rivers had waited for his return, and upon his arrival, did not seem at all surprised.

"I saw you were coming in a dream."

He believed her. 

He spent the next days fucking himself into her, spilling his seed deep into her womb as she so graciously welcomed it. She would open her mouth when he asked, and swallow his seed greedily like she was told. He would thrust roughly into the back of her throat and piston his hips into her core for hours until she begged for mercy, and cried upon his member. She would cook for him, and dote on him, and whisper praise into his ears. 

Eventually the time came, and he had to make his leave back to Kings Landing. He had given her a necklace of Valyrian steel, with three large green emeralds dripping from its centre as a parting gift. She had received the gift in thanks, and taken his cock into her mouth in appreciation. 

When Aemond had returned to Kings Landing, he felt nothing but excitement to the date. You were to be his. You were to leave your whore mother and bastard brothers and spend your life with him in Kings Landing.

Would you attack him again?

Would you behave?

He hoped you would put up a fight. 

When the day came, Aemond sat upon Vhagar’s back and flew to Dragonstone to claim what was rightfully his. What would have always been his. What was fated by the gods and prophesied by those who had the sight.

Aegon had clapped him on the back in a parting farewell, and told him to make you 'squeal like a pig'. 

Charming.

As he flew across the ocean and began to see the small speck of Dragonstone become larger and larger, his heart raced in his chest and blood began to pump itself into his cock. 

You would be his. 

Finally his.

How many nights had he dreamed of this? How many days had he agonised over your absence?

How many words had he exchanged with his mother and brother, forcing them to his will? Forcing them to accept that you would be his.

How many times had they argued that it would not work? That you would try to kill them, or die trying.

And how many times had he said ‘I know.’

He didn’t care. 

You were his the moment you were born.

When Aemond had circled the active volcano, he had expected to find Caraxes, his uncle sat astride the large red dragon, to tear him from the sky, all fire and fury. He had waited for Syrax and Melys, and any or all of the Blacks dragons to rain the Seven Hells upon him.

And yet there was none. The island was still, and there were no dragons to be seen. It was almost eerily quiet.

Aemond had landed on the island, and his first thought was the smell. It was sulphuric to its very core, and the smell of coal and dragon was strong as it was carried through the oceans breeze. 

Waiting for him on the top of Dragonmont were several guards and a knight who had introduced himself as Ser Darke. Aemond had eyed the knight who was tall, and handsome by any standards. He wondered if this was your personal knight. 

And then he wondered if this knight had taken your maidenhead. 

Aemond felt himself sour until the knight with dark hair had handed him cream and red robes.

The ceremonial robes of Old Valyria.

Aemond had dressed himself with no fuss nor shame in the eyes of the Old Gods, and any of the guards who had dared to watch him. And then he was moving, finally making his way down to you. 

His grandfather Otto’s voice carried across the wind, and Aemond watched as he got closer, listening to the elder Hightower prattle on about the greatness of Aegon and his treaty. 

Aegon was too thick to think of a treaty. 

That was his mother and Otto’s idea. 

He watched as your eyes flitted from Otto to him, mouth slackening. And then he felt it. The burning gaze of his uncle, Daemon Targaryen. The Rogue Prince had given him a one over, before looking down to his daughter. 

Asking with his eyes to smite his nephew.

Aemond walked to stand in front of you beside the alter, and his breath had stopped in his lungs. 

You were beautiful.

Stunning.

Regal.

Every part the blood of Old Valyria.

A true Targaryen through and through. 

Your silver hair had shone in the light and your violet eyes had danced dangerously as you observed the man in front of you. Your robes fit you perfectly, and the headdress sat delicately upon your head. He wished to caress you, to promise you the world.

You were enchanting. Ethereal. Not of this world.

And you were his.

Candles were lit, and Aemond could scarcely pay attention to the world around him. He did not care. He was too preoccupied with how your teeth kept pulling at your lips nervously, or how your gaze would concentrate hard on his face. More specifically his eye.

Does it frighten you like the others?

Or do you see through it? Do you see through the horror of it and see the man beneath? The boy beneath?

Aemond's mouth had dried when he had run the sharp edge of dragonglass down your lip, watching as blood rushed to the surface of your mouth. He wished to step forward to lick it off the crimson droplets. He wished to taste its coppery tang upon his tongue. He wished to soothe the wound, and chase away the pain with his lips.

And then you had returned the favour, only your hand was not as gentle as he had been. Your hand did not hold awe, or reverence, or pride in it as you slid the glass down his parted and waiting lips.

Your hand had been rough, and cruel, and had sliced through his lip with far more force than had been needed. It was full of anger, and resentment, fury and rage. A loathing and sense of betrayal. 

His zaldristos.

He relished in the pain, and welcomed the sharp sting, because it was you who was doing it. It was you giving yourself to him. Aemond would suffer any pains, swim any sea, do anything to have you. He would scour the realm in search of you by foot if he had needed to.

You would always be his.

And you would never be without him again. 

He had sliced his own palm and held the blade towards you.

Your turn little one.

Your palm had opened from its stiff grip, and in your palm lay the evidence of your assault upon him that fateful night. His shoulder twinged as he looked at it. You had gotten him good that evening. Deep and sharp. The Maester had been uncertain if they would have been able to seal it. And so Aemond had told them to burn it. To melt the flesh together so that he may heal in the way of a dragon.

He had thought of you when the Maester had burnt his wound shut and sewed the rest together. It had felt like the night Lucerys had taken his eye. Except he had felt proud of you. He had felt proud that you had that fire. That anger and that rage. It had made his cock uncomfortably hard, and despite having lost a lot of blood, when the Maester had finally left his chambers, and his mother had stopped fussing and went back to hers, Aemond had tugged himself to his peak, using the arm on his injured side to relish in the pain you had delivered.

Like an angel of death.

You had hesitated to slice your palm and he had been patient. You could take as long as you wanted, but you would be his forever more. 

When the blood pooled he grasped your hand, desperate to pour every inch of love into his wound that bled, hoping that his essence would flow into you, and that you would feel his devotion and admiration. Hoping that his love would seep into your heart and unfreeze it, and bring you back to him. 

Your hands were bound together in ceremonial thread, and the final words were said. 

“Ry kivia mazvestraksi.” Of darkness and light.

He was the darkness and you were his light. His entire being revolved around you like the sun.

Aemond’s cock twitched in his robes, and his heart soared.

What a triumph. 

He stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours. The bitter taste of copper had brushed into his mouth with his first cautious kiss. He was so anxious, but so overjoyed. 

You were finally his. 

Mine.

You were like opium. Your lips were so soft and tender against his own, and he could taste your essence on his tongue. Aemond tried in vain but he could not hold back any longer. His hand came to pull you in closer, grasping at the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. To drink you in like a man starved. Your blood the elixir of life, and he a dying man.

He licked at the blood to clean you, to have all of you, to taste you further and he almost moaned. Your sharp little teeth nipped at him and his hand tightened in your hair. He felt a breath puff out of your lips, and onto his, and imagined that you would do the same when he fucked you. 

If he pulled your hair when he pressed himself up inside of you, would you sigh into his mouth? Would you moan and squirm in his grip as he fucked his seed into you?

When he pulled back, your pupils were dilated and your sweet little lips were smeared with your combined blood. You looked feral. Blood thirsty.

Bursting with rage. 

His sweet little niece. 

It made him harder, and he was thankful that the robes were loose.

“Mēre ñelly, mēre prūmia, mēre soul, sir se forever.” 

One flesh, one heart, one soul. Now and forever.

You were his. 

And he was yours.

Your blood ran through him, and his through you. 

Now and forever.

His wife. 

“Wife.” Aemond tested the word on his tongue and he knew in that moment it was meant to be.

It felt right.

It felt perfect.

It felt that the Gods knew you were destined to be together. Aemond had always known that the Gods made you for each other. He could always feel a magnetic pull to you. Drawing him in like a Siren.

As if you were tied by two threads, and no matter where you would be, no matter where you would go, no matter how hard you would try to pull, or cut, or tear the thread between you, it would not budge.

And you would always return to each other. 

Mine.

As soon as your hand had left his, you had thrown yourself into your fathers arms. Daemon had watched Aemond over the top of your head. His eyes bored into Aemond’s as he expressed all the things he were to do to him if he had even the slightest inkling that he harmed his precious daughter, with only his eyes.

His favourite daughter.

His first child. 

Aemond had blinked slowly at the man and watched as his uncle had cooed into your hair. His heart ached at the sight and he did not know why. 

You had raced back into the castle, leaving Aemond with Otto and Ser Cole, watching as you and the others who resided on Dragonstone, trudged slowly and solely back inside. 

Aemond had watched how Daemon fought desperately to not say a thing to Otto nor him, nor Cole. How his mouth had twitched and his hand had repeatedly tapped on the large hilt of the Dark Sister Blade. 

Aemond admired the mans tenacity. 

The young Prince had redressed himself out of the ceremonial garb and back into his riding leathers. He, Otto and Cole had walked and waited for you at the entrance of the castle to return. Little words being said between the three men. 

When you had returned, you were in-between the hulking figure of your father and the handsome knight. 

So he was your knight.

Aemond made a mental note to inquire into who this knight was, and if he had any loved ones he cared for.

Was he a first son? A second son? A third? Did he had sisters? Or brothers?

Jealousy rolled through Aemond as he thought of the Prince knowing you intimately. Doting on your every command. Bringing you your every desire. 

Did he come to your chambers at night, when all had gone to rest, and warmed your bed? 

Had he pierced your maidenhead and watched your blood streak his length? Had he whispered praise to you and brought you to your peak? Had he tasted you the way Aemond had? Had the made you cum on his hands as the Prince had done?

Aemond wanted to slice the knights head from his shoulders, and his cock from his body. 

Heat rose in his body until Otto had spoken, and broke his tumbling thoughts. You had all but scoffed at his grandsire and looked up at your father with large, sad eyes. You had embraced, and Aemond once again felt a sting in his heart. 

And also jealousy. 

He wondered for a split moment if you had ever been intimate with your father, but the thought came and went just as quickly as it had arrived. 

No.

Neither of you would have. 

You had stormed away and Aemond had watched your hips sway as you marched up the grassy hill beside the castle, Otto calling out to you in confusion, and the loud laugh of Daemon flowed into the air. Aemond had to stop himself from smiling. Otto huffed under his breath, wondering where you were going.

Aemond knew exactly where you were going.

For it was the way that he came.

He followed you up the hill, not too far behind, but not quite racing either. He had all the time in the world. For the rest of your shared lives, you would be his. The grass crushed beneath his feet, and as he rounded a rocky corner he came face to face with a vision, sitting atop the famed Vermithor.

Your hair shimmered in the light and your leather riding clothes were snug on your figure. Aemond groaned under his breath as his cock twitched in his leather pants. A smirk wound its way on his face as he watched you spot him. 

Vermithor was large, and mean and old. Just like his Vhagar was. HIs scales were bronze and his teeth were mangled and what a sight you were to be atop the old dragon. You had claimed the famed Vermithor, the Kings dragon. A dragon that had made men kneel.

You did not need a dragon to make Aemond bend the knee.

You could have uttered Dracarys, right then and there. Daemon and your knight could have easily subdued and slain Otto and Ser Cole, and you would have had the upper hand in the war. 

But you didn’t. 

You kept true to the treaty.

His little spitfire, zaldristos, darling niece, barely spared him a single glance as she commanded her great dragon into the sky, his bronze scales shimmering in sun. 

Aemond had cooed out to Vhagar, moving around the cliffs face to find her patiently waiting for him, having sensed him through the bond as he pulled himself up the ropes and onto her back. The war dragon pushed herself into flight roughly, and called out into the air. 

He had flown beside you, watching how well you had bonded to your new dragon, and so quickly. When a Targaryen would lose their dragon, that would be it. They would never bond with another. 

But not you.

Oh no, not you.

Not his wife.

And that’s what made you his.

The journey to Kings Landing was far too long for his liking as his swollen member pressed painfully into his pants. He had tried to adjust himself to relieve the throbbing, but to no avail. 

Aemond had thought the whole journey home about laying you down in his bed, parting your thighs and lapping at your waiting cunt. He had imagined licking, and suckling and fucking you on his fingers until completion. Stretching you open for his cock so that you would be ready. 

He had imagined thrusting into you, holding you to him as you moaned and writhed beneath him, praising him, crying for him, wailing as the tip of his cock pushed up against your womb. He had imagined you panting, and wanting, and begging for his seed. 

‘Please uncle, please give me it. Give me your seed.’

‘Put a babe in me, husband.’

‘Please fill me, Aem.’

‘I love you.’

I love you.

Those words were all that the Prince desired to hear.

But he knew that he wouldn’t. 

You would most likely kick, and scratch, and bite at him. Hiss and curse, and spew vile insults. This image of you, all fiery beneath him, crying and sobbing, clawing and cursing, also made his cock throb. 

Either way, he would have you. 

You had arrived and disappeared before he had caught up. But there was only few places he knew he would find you. And so when his gut told him to go to the Godswood, he had followed it, and he was right. 

There you stood, palm on the bark, head bowed, no doubt begging the Gods for mercy. For a miracle. Asking for them to slay him and his brother and any other who carried the Hightower blood, just as he had with the Strongs. He knew that you would be asking for protection from the monster you had married. 

But he did not have to be cruel.

He could be good to you, if only you let him.

“The God’s won’t hear your prayers.” He had spoken, not being able to help himself. Not being able to try and get the fire within you to burst, to have you race at him again, blade in hand. 

He watched in excitement as your little hand balled itself up in anger against the tree, a smear of blood being left behind. Aemond grinned. 

Yes.

Yes, show me how much you hate me.

Show me your passion for me.

“Come. I will show you to our chambers.” 

Our chambers.

Our.

He liked how it sounded on his tongue. He liked the way our sounded. 

Us.

Our

We.

One flame, one flesh, one heart, one soul. Together. 

Forever.

As you had always been destined to be.

You had turned, lips pulled down into a frown as he smiled brightly at you, joy coursing through him.

Our.

Us.

Your lips were scabbed where the cut was, with no blood lingering around your face, except for the symbol upon your forehead which he had pressed with a sacred thumb. You had left it undisturbed, just as he had. 

See? We are already one.

We are the same.

“I wish to return to my old chambers.” You had demanded, but so softly, almost as if you were testing the waters. 

Aemond could not help but tilt his head. 

Gods, such a good wife already.

So obedient and good.

All mine.

“No.” Was all he had said, enjoying the anger that flashed across her face as he turned and began walking to his chambers.

No, not his.

Your shared chambers.

Ours.

The entire walk he thought of the possibility of taking you as soon as the chamber doors opened. Of bending you over the table in the centre of the room and rutting into your tight, wet heat. Of laying you down on the bed and ripping your riding leathers from your body, and thrusting himself deeply inside. To fuck into your wet cunt and have your screams and the slapping of skin carry through the entire Keep for all to hear. 

Yes, she is mine.

She has always been mine.

She will always be mine.

He had watched you enter the chambers, eyes flitting around the space and knew immediately that your eyes would look to the passage door. That immediately you would be looking for a way out. Or reminiscing on your previous visit.

And you had. 

Creatures of habit rarely change their design.

The passage was neither blocked, nor barricaded, and if you wished to attempt an escape, you were free to do so. Though he knew that you wouldn’t. 

“You wouldn’t be able to leave that way, if that’s what you are thinking of.” His voice called across the room.

A lie.

Which you seemed to believe. 

Such a good little girl.

He had offered you wine. Spiced Dornish wine, of the deepest red.

Your favourite.

He had remembered.

He remembered everything.

Everything you liked, and disliked. Everything you had said. Everything you had done. Everything that you had worn. Everything. He remembered it all.

You were in his head, every moment of every day. Every single waking hour he thought of you. Even as he lay in the bed of another, even as his cock filled Alys, even as she moaned and writhed beneath him, he thought of you. 

And then your sweet little eyes had caught the faded red cover of your favourite book, sitting proudly on a pile of books he had compiled for your arrival. Books in which you had read to him. Books in which he knew you would like. Books in which he had remembered you liked.

It was all for you.

Everything was for you.

Do you not see? This is all for you.

“Sit.” He had commanded, to see if you would obey, to test the waters to see how much you would put your all into this treaty. For yourself. For your mother. For your family. 

And you had sat, and his heart had soared. 

You were making an effort. 

You were trying to make this work.

You could see that he loved you, and maybe you were coming to terms that you loved him too.

“Drink.” Aemond commanded again, and you followed his orders.

His cock jumped in his breeches and he had to subtly move himself as he sat. 

Would you open your mouth if he told you to? Would you cum if he commanded it? Would you take his member into your mouth and suck if he asked?

Would you be a good little wife for him? 

His fiery little zaldristos, tamed and claimed by the mighty dragon that he was.

He lost himself in the images of you coming to your knees before him at the fireplace, with a wordless command. A simple finger gesture, a subtle point of his index to his feet, and the good little wife you were would be anxious and excited to please him. You would come to stand before him and kneel. Your tiny little hands, hands that had caused so much damage, hands that had scarred him, hands that had-

“The King wishes for us to dine with him this evening. To celebrate our union.”

He watched as your chest paused, and your face paled. Your lips had parted and your little hands had curled tightly around the goblet. 

Ah.

“He will not touch you.” 

A promise. 

I will kill him if he ever has you.

When you had not said a word, and he had stood before you, your eyes glazed over as your mind no doubt reeled at the thought of being reunited with your eldest uncle. Aemond did not take offence when you had jumped at his palm. 

“I will have the maids come and dress you for the evening.” 

And they had. In the dress he had your favourite tailor in Dorne make for you. 

One black dragon, one green dragon. 

Together as one. 

One.

Us. 

Aemond had watched you be bathed and dressed and could not help but notice at how you were, despite being present physically in the room, not present mentally. You had drifted away behind your eyes and numbly let the women wash, dry and dress you. Even as he had touched the small of your back and led you out of the chambers, and cooed small compliments to you, you had not come back to the present. 

Aemond had even tried mentioning Lucerys, to see if that could rise you from whatever depths you were lost in, and yet you did not come back to him.

He felt a pit of anxiety settle in his stomach.

He thought of Helaena, and how he had gradually watched her do the same. With each passing day, he watched his beloved sister, the sweetest and kindest of all, fade into a nothingness until not even she herself could stand it any longer, and threw herself from her window in Maegor’s Holdfast.

“Zaldristos.” He had uttered, small panic in his voice. 

Please do not go with her. 

I cannot loose you too.

Please Gods, do not let her go to madness. I will do whatever you ask me to.

Do not take her from me.

You had swallowed thickly after he spoke his prayer, and your eyes had met him. The spell had been broken, and the Gods had listened. You were back, and the first thing your eyes did was open widely, almost in shock of your hazy mind, looking down at the dress that fit you more perfectly than he could have ever imagined. 

Aemond reminded himself to tip the tailor. 

You had walked together, as one, to the intimate Dining Chambers, and were announced to the room as you entered. ‘His Lady Wife Y/n Velaryon.’

‘His Lady Wife.’

His.

Aegon sat with his small council around him, their mother and grandfather waiting at the table. Aegon had this mischievous glint in his eye which made Aemond inwardly cringe. He had remembered the look that Aegon would get when he wished to start trouble, and this evening would be no different. 

“There they are!” The King had stood, arms wide and Aemond inwardly groaned. 

His brother was a prick.

The crown on his head must weigh heavy on his skull, for his brain was surely being crushed by the force.

Aemond watched as Aegon tried to goad you into a fight, and he felt himself bristle instead.

She is mine.

Mine to love. Mine to touch. Mine to hold. Mine to torment, and fuck, and put heirs into.

Mine.

He had pulled a seat out for you, and you had sat, and he was proud of how well you were behaving on your first night back in the Red Keep. He had expected you to launch yourself across the table, all claws and teeth and rip his brothers, or his mothers, throat out. 

Would it be a sin if he said he was disappointed that you didn’t?

Aemond could sense his good Lady Wife stiffening beside him and heat pouring from her body as Aegon continued to try and lure her into a fight. To try and get her to react to him. The air was tense from the other Lords at the table as they all watched in anticipation of a very tumultuous celebration of a very tumultuous union.

“I don’t think I’ve heard my niece be so quiet before. Have you broken her already, Aemond?” 

Not in the way I would have liked to.

Not in the way you had tried to.

Aemond hummed. 

“Don't tell me she has snatched your voice too, brother? One minute in her cunt and already you’ve gone soft.” Aegon snickered.

Fucking cunt.

Aemond watched as Otto tried, and failed, to diffuse the tension as he saw the warning signs of Aemond’s temper begin to simmer. It was fine for the Princess to be riled, she could not act if she wished to annul the treaty, but Aemond? 

Aemond could do as he pleased. 

And if he pleased to launch himself across the table and strike his drunken brother, he would. 

Aegon laughed loudly and Aemond felt you stiffen beside him. 

All instincts kicked in, and Aemond felt suddenly protective of you. 

I won’t let him touch you. 

You are mine now.

I won’t let anyone harm you again.

You are mine.

Conversation moved about the table, and Aemond felt he could relax, but only just. Aegon continued to drown himself in his cups, and he watched as you did not move to eat your supper, instead drinking from your goblet. 

“Tell me brother, have you bed her yet?”

Aemond felt blinding rage course through him. 

You fucking cunt. You fucking piece-

“Do you remember how it is done? I’d be happy to show you.” 

Even the Lannister laughed, and Aemond had to control his breathing as to not take the blade at Ser Coles side and thrust it through the two of them.

You keep laughing, Lannister, and I will fuck a silver haired babe into your wife as a gift.

You keep laughing and I will make you watch me do it.

Willingly or not. 

Alicent tried, and failed, as she always had, not that she ever fully tried, to chastise Aegon, to rein him in. But he was King now, and he had the Kingly arrogance to match. 

“We should hold a bedding ceremony, to ensure that the deed is done properly. I can talk you through it.”

You fucking bastard.

He thinks I don't know how to fuck a woman? He thinks I don't know how to bed my own wife?

My niece?

If only he knew the things he was capable of. Of what he does to Alys. Of how she begs for it, and cries for it, and pleads on her knees, mouth open and eyes wide.

Or demands it, legs spread, cunt weeping and waiting for him.

“Come now brother, surely you have not forgotten what I showed you on your thirteenth name day.” Aegon laughed, pulling his goblet up to his lips. 

Aemond’s heart ached and his stomach dropped. 

He did not want to remember that.

He wished to forget.

He wished to forget their hands on him. Their mouth on him. How Aegon had laughed as he watched. How Aemond had not wanted to. How he had cried after and felt shame and anguish. How he had felt confliction and disgust. 

He had wanted it to be you. 

He had wanted to lay with you as his first. 

But you weren’t his first. Nor his second, nor would you be his third.

Aegon saw to that.

Aegon had taken something from him in which he could never get back. 

Aemond’s jaw clenched tightly as he watched his brother, the feeling of the older woman’s crawling hands on his body. 

“The King is merely joking with you, My Prince. We are all in good spirits for this union.” Otto spoke. 

Fuck you too.

“You heard the old bat, we are all in good spirits! You are finally wed to the one woman who had given you any attention at all. Sure, she is a bastard-“

“Watch your tongue.” You had sneered, finally breaking your silence. 

Aemond pulled from his sickening thoughts and felt your anger beside him run through him. Your blood in him. He had never been so angry. He had never felt so vengeful. So provoked. Not even in Storms End did he feel such wrath. 

He wished to kill his brother. 

“So she speaks!” Aegon declared proudly to the table, looking at the Lords as they all smiled unsurely, “Finally. There is my niece who I know and love. Though I fear if you are able to speak, perhaps my brother did not fuc-“

Aemond shot up from the table, ready and willing to do it. 

It could be so easy. 

It could be so easy to kill him. Right here, right now. Before all the Lords and his mother. He could snuff the life out of the man he called his brother, his King, and he could do it without a second thought. He would gladly watch the light fade from those violet eyes. He could watch the wa-

“Aem, brother.” Aegon mock cooed, “You know I am only teasing. Come, let's raise our cups to this fine union!” 

He was mocking him. 

Mocking him.

He was saying he was not a man. Questioning his manhood again. Questioning his ability to be a man.

All lifted their cup and Aemond turned to look at you, you were already watching him. Your mouth was parted and pupils dilated and a flush lay on your cheeks. You were so angry. You were angry with him. But your eyes looked frightened. 

Aemond watched as your hand came to soothe him, to touch him. He didn't want to be touched. He kept thinking of his thirteenth name-day and his skin crawled. And seeing you look up at him like that. In pity.

It disgusted him.

He didn’t want your pity. 

“To my brother, may she warm your heart and your cock, and may you make me a grand-uncle soon enough. And to my wonderful niece, may you warm his bed, and birth his heirs, and feel the warmth of his love.”

Aemond bitterly drained his cup, and watched as his wife did the same. If he sat for a moment longer at this table, and had to look at his brothers shit eating grin a moment more, he would ride atop Vhagar and set the entire Keep ablaze. 

“Excuse us, I wish to spend time with my wife.” 

Aemond left the room, not even waiting for you, as he knew you would follow him. You would not sit alone in the chambers with Aegon or his mother. He knew you would not do it, and so the dutiful zaldristos followed him, just as he planned.

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