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One or Two Books my Ass

Summary: modern!Aegon writes erotic books. (Y/n) finds out and Aegon's self-doubt takes over.

Wordcount: 658

Warnings: mention of a mommy kink (like in the last sentence), no use of (Y/n), no actual smut, just fluff

"No! NO!" Aegon snatched the pages, she had found on his desk from her hand and pressed them to his chest.

She looked at him in bewilderment. "Did you write this?"

"No.", he said sulkily. "That's... from the internet", he babbled and put the thin script in a lockable drawer.

"Ah. And the editor's notes were from the internet too?"

Aegon's face looked stubbornly at the drawer. "Just a hobbie.", he muttered, but his jaw was grinding. He left the room, but she quickly followed him.

"That's really good!", she called after him. "Aegon, I'm serious. You're writing?"

He flopped down on the sofa in the living room. He sighed. "I might have one or two books... published.", he sulked.

She sat down next to him, irritated. "That's actually something most people would be proud of, mouse." She put his legs on her thighs and stroked his calves.

He stubbornly looked at the ceiling. "I write porn. Go on. Make fun of me." he grumbled. "Like everyone else." He mumbled so quietly that she almost didn't hear him.

"You write erotica and it seems you do it very well. It's not an easy genre."

He laughed spitefully. "Sure."

She sighed. Who had told him again, that it wasn't worth anything? His brother? His mum? She continued to stroke his leg. "Tell me. Who put the flea in your ear?"

He closed his eyes in surrender. "My nephew - Luke - found my first script. It was about to be published. I was actually kind of proud." He scratched at the bit of callus on his thumb, as he always did when he got nervous. "He ran into the dining room and read it out loud, laughing. The rare times my father looked at me, he just looked at me dismissively, my mum was ashamed of me and Aemond was almost bursting with glee for my embarrassment. From then on, my nephews only called me Porn-Shakspear."

He curled up and buried his face in the pillows.

"Why are you still doing it if you're so embarrassed?", she asked gently.

"It makes money.", he mumbled.

She laughed. "Your family is rich."

"But it's my money.", he explained sadly. "I'm not a lawyer. I'm not a CEO. I'm not a manager. I'm not smart, but... apparently I can, do that..." He sighed devotedly. "At least I can do that."

She squeezed herself between him and the back of the sofa. She gently pulled him into her arms. He buried his face in her chest. "I really like it. Apart from that, I actually really like reading things like that. Do you have a pen name? Maybe I've read something of yours before.", she smiled and kissed the top of his head.

"A.I.I. Black.", he just mumbled.

"What?", she blurted out?

He looks up at her in confusion. Fear was in his eyes.

"I bloody love your books!", she declared.

He blushed and buried himself against her chest again.

"Do you know, how many times we read you at book club?", she asked with a laugh.

"Stop it.", he whined, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist so she couldn't force him to look at her.

She gave up and started stroking his hair. He was almost purring at that.

"One or two books my ass. Bestsellers Aegon! Several worldwide bestsellers! Wait a minute. How much do you make from that?"

He bit his lip in embarrassment. "Let's just say it's weird being a billionaire heir and a self-made millionaire at the same time."

"You bloody little genius." She tousled his hair. "And your asshole-family probably doesn't even suspect a thing."

"So you're not embarrassed by me?", he asked meekly.

"Of course not.", she mumbled softly into his hair, "But-"

He did look up now. She grinned. "I have a few things I want to try."

He smiled. "Anything you want... Mommy?"

"My good boy.", she praised and kissed him quickly on his forehead.

"Fuck."

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The Mermaid of Tully

Summary: Benjicot's wife is truly a fish in water.

Wordcount: 421

People jested when he was little and was promised to the Tully girl, that he would one day marry a mermaid.

Benjicot Blackwood had just rolled his eyes and sayed that girls were disgusting.

But he had liked her. They played together and she wasn't disgusted by frogs or worms. She was actually quite interested in these little creatures.

But most of all, she could sneak away. No matter how many guards were set, she found a way. Out of the castle and into the river, where she would swim. Ever since she was a child, noone could get her out of the water. And today, when they were both grown up and married, it was still the same. No matter the weather, she went swimming. Every day.

Benjicot, who had lost his disgust for girls, loved his wife more than anything else. Their friendship had grown over the years and today they were probably the most harmonious couple, that most people knew. Which surprised most people because of Benji's nickname.

Benji was still in the land of dreams, when he was rudely torn from it. He instinctively spat out the much wetter air and turned away. He heard a laugh, as he wiped his wet face from under the covers.

"You little minx.", he grumbled in amusement.

His wife gave him a teasing look.

Her wet hair, which she had wrung out on him, was still in her hand. He shook his head with a grin.

"It's snowing (y/n).", he realised.

"And?", she asked.

He closed his eyes. "Most people would catch their death, if they went swimming in the river in weather like this."

She took off her wet clothes, as she looked at him with a grin. "But I'm the mermaid of Tully."

He smiled. "And I'm really starting to believe it. How can you never get sick doing that?"

She just shrugged, wrapped herself back into her bed clothes and put her hair up roughly.

He looked at her relaxed. He opened his arms expectantly to welcome her into them. She slipped back under the covers and slid towards him.

"By the holy mother! Woman!" he immediately groaned, pulling his thighs away from her icy feet.

She just laughed and curled up slightly. Benjicot immediately grabbed the pair of knitted stockings that lay under his pillow for just such moments and pressed them roughly into her hands.

"You're not normal.", he stated simply.

"You love me.", she simply replied.

He grinned. "I love you.", he agreed.

It hurts to see couples

It hurts to see couples. It hurts to see hands holding each other. It hurts to see lips kissing. It hurts to be a witness and never a perpetrator.

Never to have felt that kind of look on you, so radiant with happiness. It hurts to have all those memories that showed you that something about you just makes you not even a choice.

It hurts to be alone. I have no one to talk to about these feelings. I have no friends. I have no girls I could call and cry. I was already an outsider among my friends back then. I was just there. I was quickly replaced. I was feeling down and I wanted some distance. I canceled two meetings, because I didn't have the strength. After that, I was just out.

I have a family, but they wouldn't be any use for conversations like that. If I told my mother how I really felt, all I would hear is that I should just look for friends. Great advice from a woman with no friends. A vicious circle in generations. It wouldn’t be about my feelings, but what my mother thought of them.

I feel alone. I long for a loving and tender embrace. I long for someone to say: This little one belongs to me and I love her. I long for sweet lips that press against my skin and strong hands that touch me. I long for small affections. I would probably burst into tears if someone just hugged me.

It hurts to see what you never had.

Ankle Biter

Summary: The boys get to know (Y/n's) dog. He's not quite like the military dogs they know.

Characters: Ghost, Soap, Rudy, König

Wordcount: 786

Ghost

"What's that?"

"My dog. Pumpkin."

Simon looked irritated at the sceptically blinking dog in front of him.

"That's not a dog.", he said bluntly.

(Y/n) crossed her arms. "Really?"

Simon continued to look at the Chihuahua in front of him. "It'll break if you just look at it."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes.

Simon put his hands on his hips.

"I mean... If anything, I'm surrounded by shepherds... Not... Not by anything like that.", he tried to explain somehow, pointing at the ball of fur that was still scrutinising him insistently.

The doorbell rang, but Pumpkin didn't move an inch. Had Simon fully in his sights.

(Y/n) went to the door and greeted the postman, while her two men engaged in a staring contest.

Simon crossed his arms. Pumpkin stood up.

(Y/n) came back into the room. "Pumpkin come.", she ordered and the little dog followed without hesitation. Simon walked after her too.

"Why such a barker?"

"He doesn't bark. He's well behaved." She opened her parcel and pulled out a colourful, crinkly bag. Pumpkin's tail immediately wagged excitedly, but he stayed put.

(Y/n) took a mat from one of the drawers and sprinkled the contents of the bag into the fine grooves of the mat, placed it on the floor and leisurely tucked everything away in its place.

"And... Go.", she said with a grin. Pumpkin, who had been waiting excitedly, immediately jumped onto the mat and nibbled the treats out of the grooves.

Simon scrutinised the situation closely. "Don't grin like that. These are basic commands."

She just nodded with a grin. "Sure."

"Jump."

"What are you doing?"

Simon flinched, caught off guard. He quickly brought his arms back to his body and stood up. Pumpkin barked discontentedly. The little one was far from finished.

(Y/n) stood grinning in the doorway with her arms crossed and mocked him silently. Simon rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"Nothing," he blurted.

"Mhm.", she nodded. "Pumpkin seems to like 'nothing' though."

Simon looked at the dog wagging its tail excitedly. He sighed and knelt down again. "Crawl.", he pressed out and Pumpkin immediately crawled under his palm, which he held just above the ground.

He felt (Y/n's) hands stroking through his hair. Simon just let him.

Rudy

"And that's-"

"Woof! Woof! WOOF!"

A small ball of fur raced towards Rudy. He flinched out of reflex, quickly sat down on the kitchen stool and held his feet up.

"Nacho off!", (Y/n) ordered emphatically.

The little dog put some distance between himself and Rudy, but was still growling. Rudy looked at the hubris-infested ball of fur.

"Is this going to go on all the time?"

(Y/n) looked at him apologetically. "He's not so good with men.", she confessed.

Rudy carefully put one foot back on the ground. Nacho immediately jumped towards him.

"Hey, off! Off!" Rudy barked and held his foot up again.

"This is going to be a lot of work.", admitted (Y/n).

Soap

He leaned towards (Y/n) and pressed his lips playfully under her earlobe. Even before his lips touched her skin, he heard a growl. He let his eyes snap open and looked into Chef's eyes. The little Chihuahua looked at him menacingly. (Y/n) giggled.

Johnny approached (Y/n) once more and immediately Chef came closer. "Hey, we all want to cuddle with mummy. Come on make yourself- Ah!"

"What did you do to your brow?", asked Simon.

Johnny saw the images of the little Chihuahua in front of him, who had bitten his eyebrow like a pitbull. This creature had never liked him.

"... Dog attack."

Simon just nodded, then faltered. "Doesn't your girl have one of those ankle biters."

"It was another dog!", said Johnny far too quickly and left the room.

König

"Come on Buddy. That was an accident. I didn't see you."

The giant of a man crouched in front of the couch, looking puppy-eyed at the little dog in front of him, who stubbornly ignored him.

(Y/n) hadn't expected it, but Buddy had accepted Klaus immediately. The little Chihuahua loved being carried around by him and being bigger than the rest. Klaus was just insanely big. Unfortunately, he was also so big that he sometimes overlooked Buddy.Like today. He had been walking through the kitchen, still completely sleepy, and had unfortunately kicked Buddy. The little one wasn't hurt, but now thought that Klaus didn't like him any more.

(Y/n) watched the spectacle with a soft heart. The little dog almost whimpered in explanation. Klaus continued to stroke his fur. "I know. I'm sorry." Buddy hesitantly turned round and cuddled up to Klaus' chest. He immediately picked him up and hugged him.

(Y/n) smiled gently. "Can you guys stop being so damn cute?"