Only Yours

Only Yours

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. Hey, remember my Territorial fic? I’ve decided to throw an Uno Reverse card at it. This time, our darling Y/N is the jealous one 😉 Enjoy!

As much as you loved bonfire nights at the Safe Haven, the new beautiful home you still couldn’t believe was yours, this one was imminently becoming quite… vexing.

Your eyes narrowed into irritated slits, the corner of your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you observed the scene unfolding before you, the scene you weren’t sure how long you could withstand without crushing your mason jar in between your tensing palms.

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Apple Of His Eye - Aemond Targaryen

i know how much i'm gonna hate him later, so i'm getting this out of the way before that happens and start wanting to kill him. also, why isn't anyone making more smut for this handsome douchebag???

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), mentions of sexual assault, hurt/comfort, pining, oral (f!receiving), fluff

4.1K Words🤙🏻

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You knew how important this job was. You knew this was the only way to support your family.

At first, having the prince constantly compliment you and eye you up and down gave you great confidence in yourself. No man had ever had such an intense interest in you, so to have a prince have an interest felt amazing. But you quickly started to regret ever feeling special being treated this way.

You failed to realize how forceful and barbaric the young prince could be. You had heard the rumors of course, but he seemed so nice to you. But from behind closed doors, the prince subjected you to such painful actions. You so desperately wanted to tell someone, but you knew such slanderous accusations, true or not, would be asking to be beheaded for treason. So you stayed silent, discreetly taking the teas prescribed and trying your best to avoid the prince at all costs. Although, you couldn’t hide or refuse when he started to order you to his chambers.

Despite being well paid for your work, you started to feel like it wasn’t even worth it. How much longer could you take prince Aegon’s torture while maintaining your sanity? You wondered how much trouble you’d be in if Aegon ever started to get bored of you, or if you started to refuse him. Surely, a man like him, he’d paint himself in the best light and make you out to be the villain. You didn’t have any good options.

There came a point when you realized your dalliances with the prince were not as big of a secret as you previously thought. You knew his wife knew, she had walked in on you and him one night. It was so humiliating, but you still felt worse for her. She was so innocent, she didn’t deserve a husband like Aegon. And you knew the younger prince, Aemond, knew.

You were serving the family’s dinner one night. You felt sick to your stomach as Aegon smirked darkly at you as you set a plate down in front of him, but you just tried to avoid eye contact. As you went to pull away after setting down a plate in front of Aemond, he gently grabbed your forearm to keep you in place. You looked at him in shock for a brief moment before looking around the table to see if anyone was looking at the two of you, but everyone was preoccupied with their dinner.

You winced quietly as Aemond lifted up your sleeve, revealing a large bruise almost in the shape of a hand. You heard him let out a hum of disapproval, and for a moment you feared he would berate you, but all he did was let go of your arm and waved you off.

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, a soft knock on your door shocked you out of your nightly habits. You smiled as you opened the door to greet one of your fellow servant girls. “From the young Prince, miss.” She said, handed you a bowl of cold water with a rag hanging off the side, passing you a note along with it.

You set the bowl on your bedside and read the note. 

For your bruise - Aemond.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, setting down the note on your pillow as you situated the cold compress on your forearm, feeling the swelling of your bruise already go down slightly. You didn’t really know prince Aemond, he was a mystery to most, especially you. He was prone to violence, quiet but blunt, and not the nicest, his eyepatch making him even more intimidating. So why was he being nice to you? Perhaps he knew what his brother was and he took pity on you. Either way, you were grateful and made a mental note to thank him the next time you saw him.

The next morning at breakfast, you served prince Aemond with a note placed under his plate that simply said, thank you. You could see the side of his mouth tick up in a small small that no one would notice if they weren’t paying attention, but you were.

The joy you felt that morning quickly disappeared once prince Aegon called you to his chambers that night. You felt disgusting, only useful when the future king needed to get off. You hated everything. You felt the tears fall down your cheeks copiously as you limped back to your quarters slowly, trying to hold them in but failing miserably. Your vision was so blurry that you didn’t even notice a figure walking up to you until they called out your name. You blinked out your tears and silently gasped. “Prince Aemond.” You bowed, your face heating up in embarrassment.

Aemond placed his hand underneath your chin, gently lifting your face up to look at him. “Did my brother do this to you?” He asked lowly, his face expressionless and unmoving as he awaited your answer. But you had no idea if you could speak the truth, would the young prince kill you on the spot if you slandered the older prince’s name? Seeing your hesitation, Aemond got his answer. He pulled his hand away, only to stand by your side with a hand on your shoulder. “Come.” 

You had no strength to refuse, following Aemond to his chambers with trembling hands.

Aemond sat you down in one of his chairs as soon as you entered his room, watching as he retrieved a bowl not too dissimilar from the one he sent to your room last night. Taking a seat right in front of you, he squeezed out excess water from a rag and went to bring it up to where you had a small cut on your face but you quickly flinched away. Aemond frowned, leaning back slightly before taking one of your shaking hands in his. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m not my brother.” Even though you didn’t really know him as a person, nothing told you that he was lying. The look in his eye said he was telling the truth.

You didn’t flinch this time as Aemond cleaned your wounds, keeping a steady and gentle hand and never hurt you, just like he promised. His hands soothed over every cut, scrape, and bruise, making sure to check in with you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. He was…sweet, much to your surprise. Despite his hands being rough and calloused from years of training and dragon riding, you liked the way they felt on your skin. They were precise in their care, sometimes lightly running over you in a way that would cause goosebumps to rise all over your body. 

You watched him with a curiosity that never ceased even when he stopped to look back at you. Your eyes trained on his hand that reached up to slowly wipe a fallen tear off your cheek, his thumb lingering there until he seemed to catch himself and quickly pulled away. “I…I don’t understand.” You whispered, adding, “my prince.”

“You don’t need to. Allow me to walk you back to your chambers.”

“Oh, you don’t have-”

“I insist.” He took your hand to help you out of the chair, gesturing towards his door and leading you down the long halls of the castle down to the servants’ quarters.

You looked back at the prince nervously, biting your lip before finally speaking. “Thank you, my prince.” You bowed, smiling weakly before entering your bedroom, releasing a shaky exhale as soon as you closed the door.

You didn’t know what the next couple days would be like, but you certainly weren’t expecting prince Aegon to be avoiding you. Typically, he would always seek you out in a crowd or subtly slap your ass when serving the family dinners or breakfasts. But now, if he even saw you he’d go out of his way to avoid you, like he was scared of you. The prince, possibly future king, was afraid of you? That couldn’t be right, you refused to believe so. But then you realized he wasn’t, he was afraid of someone else. His own brother.

It was a “blink and you’ll miss it” moment. You didn’t notice it at first, but you finally did one morning. You caught Aemond glaring at Aegon as you served him, as if he was mentally plunging daggers into the older sibling’s chest. Usually, Aegon would call you to his chambers every night, but he suddenly stopped after that night Aemond tended to your injuries. It didn’t take long to piece two and two together, but why? You were just a servant girl, nobody but someone to serve the Targaryens.

Aemond didn’t understand it either. He wasn’t one to be infatuated with someone, especially not someone as low as a servant. But you had caught his eye as soon as you started working for them. It had been a couple years after losing his eye, and everyone was frightful at the sight of him. People would look away in disgust or look down on him in pity. All the girls would be squeamish, so he started wearing the eyepatch. But not once did you ever look at him in pity or disgust, you were always nice to him. Even when you had seen him without his eyepatch one day, you smiled at him. A genuine smile. He never forgot the feeling in his stomach once he saw your smile, especially since it was directed at him. He knew he’d never be able to pursue an actual relationship with someone like you when he was in a family like his. So he settled for watching you from afar.

Then you caught the eye of his brother.

Aegon being Aegon, he always bragged about his conquests to Aemond, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible, but it was different once he started bragging about the things he’d do to you every night. Sometimes Aemond thought about slitting his throat, he’d get rid of his competition for the throne and you at once. But of course he couldn’t do that without getting himself killed as well. All this time, he thought whatever happened between you and Aegon was always consensual, but you coming from his chambers in tears that night immediately proved him wrong. He couldn’t just let his brother disrespect you any longer, not on his watch. So he threatened to push Aegon out of the very window that he used to jerk off on, making sure he never even thought about touching you ever again. Thus, the matter was settled.

You wanted to thank Aemond, but didn’t know how or if anything would be enough to express your gratitude. Though, the younger prince did have a few ideas. Soon you started to notice the prince’s presence wherever you went. Sometimes, you’d run into each other in the halls of the castle and he’d always use the excuse that he just wanted to go for a walk, then he’d try to strike up a conversation if you weren’t busy. Other times you’d be working in the Godswood and Aemond would sit nearby reading a book, pretending that he wasn’t staring at you every five seconds.

As the weeks went one, he started to invite you to watch him train or help him with his injuries if he ever managed to get one. It became normal for him to be around all the time, even standing around in the kitchens sometimes whenever you were helping prepare the meals, unknowingly distracting you constantly. But it was nice, and you weren’t surprised when you realized you had started to fall for him. You enjoyed his company, but your feelings also came with a bitter aftertaste. You knew he could never be with a servant, no matter how much authority he had as a prince. It saddened you.

But that never was going to stop Aemond from taking what he wanted.

It was the middle of the night when someone informed you that the prince wanted to see you in his chambers. Even if you didn’t want you, you would have no choice but to obey. But you wanted to, so badly, no matter how much it reminded you of all the times prince Aegon would call you to his room.

The door opened as soon as you knocked, prince Aemond’s face softly smiling down at you and ushering you in. “You wanted to see me, my prince?” You asked.

“Yes.” He let out an exhale, one might say it was nervous, but you couldn’t tell.

“Are you going to tell me why?” You giggled, but stopped once Aemond took a few steps closer to you with an intense look in his eyes, looking you up and down.

“I must admit, ever since you came to serve us all those years ago, I’ve had my eye on you. And I believe you know that, I’ve not been subtle I’m afraid.”

“It would be hard not to notice a prince staring at you every day, especially one as handsome as you.”

Aemond chuckled, closing the gap between you even more, rubbing a hand down your sleeve covered arm. “I was jealous of my brother, that he had you. But it angered me even more that he was hurting you. I couldn’t let him continue.”

You frowned, avoiding his eye trained on you. “I knew what you did for me. I apologize, I did not know how to thank you. But I am and will always be so grateful.”

He shook his head. “You have no need to apologize, my dear. I had only wished I knew sooner, but you’re okay now, with me. That’s all that matters.”

“With you?”

“I’ve always wanted you, even though it would be discouraged. I don’t care. Even just for one night, I want you. If you’d have me. I would not force you. Like I told you all those nights ago, I’m not like my brother.”

“And I believed you then, I still believe you now.” You whispered, placing a hand on his chest hesitantly; he seemed so much like a heavenly being, you were almost afraid you’d turn to gold if you touched him, but alas, you were still okay.

“Is that a yes?” Aemond placed his hand on top of yours with a small smile, you could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his eye staring down at you intensely.

“Yes.” You breathed, your eyes almost drooping shut, lifting yourself up on your tiptoes as Aemond leaned down to connect your lips with his.

You moaned at the intensity of the kiss, so much time with pent up longing for each other pouring itself out in this kiss. Aemond cradled your cheek in his hand, while the other held onto your hip, pulling you to him as close as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snaking your fingers through his long white hair, hitting the back of his eyepatch. Noticing your roadblock, he reached back and undid his eyepatch, letting it fall to the floor.

You smiled up at him as you took in all his facial features, the scar running along the left side of his face making him even more handsome than you thought possible. You ran your hands down his torso, tugging at the ends of his shirt and helping him remove it. You admired his skin, your fingers tracing every part of it as he reached behind you to undo the laces on the back of your dress. He leaned down to kiss every new part of exposed skin as he slowly pulled your dress off your body. Your nipples hardened as Aemond gently ran his thumb over each one, licking his lips before leaning down to take one in his mouth.

You sighed out as Aemond suckled and gently nipped at the sensitive flesh, giving each one equal attention as you pulled at the roots of his hair. He leaned back up to continue kissing you passionately, slowly back you up until you hit the end of his bed. He kissed you until he made you sit down, instructing you to lie on your back as he stood in between your legs.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows to look down at Aemond curiously, only to find him getting on his knees and sloppily kissing up your inner thighs. “I bet my life my idiot brother never did this to you.” Before you could understand his meaning, you gasped as Aemond licked up your folds. He did that a few more times before he placed your thighs on his shoulders, pulling you to the very end of the bed so he could have a better angle, feeling his heavy breaths on your core could have driven you wild.

“Aemond-!” You whimpered as you felt his tongue explore you, his saliva mixing with your arousal and fixating on your clit, eliciting a moan from you. “Oh gods…” You had never felt such pleasure like this, it was otherworldly and you couldn’t believe it was your prince Aemond making you feel this way. You let out a squeak as he slowly pushed a finger into your cunt, then added another to make sure you were ready to accommodate him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sucked on your clit, your thighs clenched around his head and your hands gripping onto the sheets for dear life as you were at the mercy of your handsome prince. “Feels so good.” You stuttered, biting your lip to try and keep loud moans in.

“And you taste so good, like honeysuckle.” Aemond moaned, looking up at you with an intense gaze, keeping eye contact as he pleasured you. “Do you think you’re ready for me, my dear?” He asked with panting breaths, standing up and undoing his trousers, slowly rubbing himself as you opened your legs further for him.

“Please…” You whined, your cunt dripping and aching for him to be inside you. It was the most primal thing you’ve ever felt, this need to be filled. His touch was intoxicating, like the finest wine.

You scooched yourself back until you hit the headboard, Aemond crawling on top of you with a hunger in his eye. “If it ever gets to be too much, tell me and we can stop.” He assured, giving you a quick peck on the lips before reaching down to bring his cock to your core. You keened as he ran his tip up and down your folds, gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit for a few seconds before he finally lined himself up with your entrance. He looked you in the eyes to make sure you were okay before slowly sinking himself into you.

You held onto Aemond’s shoulders tightly, moaning breathily as his cock stretched you out, so big you were almost afraid he would break you in half. He let out a soft growl as he felt your warm walls clench around him tightly, slowly bottoming out and hitting the ends of you. You whimpered from the sting of the stretch, but it felt so right at the same time. “Fuck, my dear, you feel absoultely heavenly.” Aemond groaned, leaning down to connect his lips with yours as he gently grinded against you, waiting for you to relax enough for him to move.

Even the smallest movements had you panting and whining, you were so sensitive already. Aemond’s hands traveled all over you, mapping out your body and making note of every area that had you gasping in pleasure. You arched up against him as he licked up your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he started to nip and suck on your soft skin. “Are you ready for me to move, darling?” He whispered in your ear, and you nodded vigorously.

You cried out as he pulled out and thrusted back into you harshly, the sudden movement lighting a spark in your core and reverberated throughout your entire body. Aemond held onto your sides as he set a gentle pace, not too slow or fast. Each thrust, the tip of his cock hit that special spot inside you that brought tears to your eyes, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders where you were holding onto him. He grunted loudly as he felt the sting of his skin breaking, that pain only adding to the pleasure he already felt. “Feels so amazing, my prince.” You moaned, the world around you falling away until Aemond was the only thing you felt.

“Yeah? Has anyone else made you feel this good before, hm?”

“No, no one else. Only you.” You answered as best you could, the pleasure overriding your senses and making it hard to do anything else much less talk, your words coming out mumbled and incoherent. 

Aemond moaned loudly as he thrusted into you faster, sitting up on his knees and holding onto your hips with a bruising grip, watching your breasts bounce with every harsh rut into your soaked pussy. He smirked as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure unabashedly, unable to silence your moans, the room being filled with the sounds of your intimate union.

You felt so close to your release, Aemond hitting all the right places over and over again; and he could sense it too, your walls clenching around him rhythmically and your moans getting louder and drawn out. “Are you close, my dear? Are you going to come for your prince?” Aemond spoke huskily, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit with his thumb.

You let out a high pitched whine, nodding and repeatedly saying yes like a chant.

“Say my name.” He ordered, so close to his release as well.

“Aemond!” You moaned, tears pouring out of your eyes as you felt the quick build up of your orgasm, on the cusp, so close to the edge ready to tip over. “Oh gods, Aemond-!” You let out a strangled cry as a white hot burning intensity washed over you, traveling through your body and making your muscles clench. Your vision went black as you reached the peak of your climax, Aemond continuing to thrust into you as you rode out your earth shattering orgasm and he was right behind you. 

Aemond let out a guttural moan as he finally came, releasing his warm seed into you, thrusting into you even after your walls drained him. He stilled and you were finally able to catch your breath, your vision returning to normal and looking back up at Aemond. It was a beautiful sight, his hair was a mess, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body making him shine, and his blissed out expression with a small smile on his face.

Aemond pulled out and laid beside you, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair out of your face tenderly. “You’re so beautiful. This is one of the only moments where I wished I had both of my eyes so I could take you in properly.” He spoke softly, his words causing your face to heat up with a blush.

“You’re perfect just the way you are, my prince.”

“We are alone, you don’t have to address me like that.”

You smirked. “Of course…my prince.” Aemond let out a short laugh, shushing you as he pulled you closer to him, letting your head rest of his chest. “I think I should go…”

“No, no…” Aemond quickly whispered. “Stay.” He tightened his grip on you.

“But what if I get caught in here?”

“Shh, don’t worry. I’m the prince, remember? I could keep you in here for all eternity and nobody would be able to do anything.”

“That sounds boring.”

Aemond pushed you on your back, hovering over you with a smirk. “Well, I’m sure I could find ways to quell your boredom.” He teased, kissing you passionately until you pushed him away with a giggle, then trying not to frown as your thoughts ran rampant.

“I’m just a servant girl, Aemond.” You sighed, avoiding his eye in shame. “One day you’re going to marry another princess and you’ll forget all about me.”

“I don’t want a princess, I don’t give a shit about that. I only want you, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to get in our way. You believe me, don’t you?”

You smiled softly. “I do.”

Aemond mirrored your smile, opening his arms to you once more. “Good. Now let’s sleep. Tomorrow, I’m going to introduce you to Vhagar.”

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i'd let this man so unspeakable things to me istg

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers 🎶✨

Christ, just 5? There's like 12 songs that are stuck in my head every single day. God uhhhhh,,,guess I'll just list the ones I've been listening to repeatedly this week

Through the Flames by Lacuna Coil (just that whole Black Anima album really)

Custer by Slipknot

Sleepwalking Past Hope by HIM

The Loch Ness Monster by Pow Pow Family Band

Dead Butterflies (Abbey Road Version) by Architects

Jesus. The songs I listen to change every day lmao but those are the ones this week I guess

Hello! if you still take requests may I ask about Colin Ritman x reader story ? You can use she/her but they/them are also fine with me :) so the reader just started their career as an author and artist, they have published their first comic book that’s getting pretty popular in the uk and for now Colin is one of the biggest fans of the plot , art and in general the comic itself… He throughout the time also got a bit of interest and crush on the reader while watching interviews and videos of them on tv. You can think of how they met and what happens later on in the story! idk,,, I just thought it would be super cute and fluffy story but I’m literally so bad at writing haha,,,

Of course, sweet Anon! We love Colin love🥰

Warnings: Fluff. Just pure fluff is all I have to offer here.

2.9K Words🤙🏻

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Your nerves were on fire. Your palms were sweaty, knees weak, and your whole body felt heavy. Standing on the side of the set, just out of sight of the various cameras that were pointed at the host of the show, waiting for your cue to come on. You just hoped you didn't throw up your mom's spaghetti all over your nicest sweater you wore for this specific occasion.

You were invited to be interviewed by one of the talking shows in your country to talk about your latest comic book that was published. Your career had only just started to take off, you never thought you'd be so popular, much less get invited to talk on national television. It all felt so surreal, you had to pinch yourself several times just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

"And with their latest comic in their horror mystery series that's flying off the shelves in almost every store in the UK, here with us today is the amazing: Y/n L/n!" The announced grinned widely and ushered you out from behind the curtain, the lights hitting your face as soon as you walked to him, a grin similar to his on your face, albeit a bit more nervous.

You tried to calm your rapidly beating heart as you took a seat in the seat next to him, crossing your legs and waving to the live audience as they cheered. "Thank you, thank you!" You chuckled happily.

"Okay, first off, when you first started your career as a comic book maker, did you expect to ever be greeted with such excitement?" He pointed to the audience, who started to cheer just as loudly as before.

"Uh, no!" You shook your head, a blush dusting your cheeks as the audience kept cheering, the host having to tell them to quiet down so he could talk.

"Well, obviously, the people love you!"

Yeah, the people did love you, but it seems one did more than the usual fan. The infamous Colin Ritman took an interest to your work, long before you were actually paid attention to, long before you were asked for interviews or brand deals. Colin had been paying attention to your work from the beginning. He had always been a comic book fan, a hobby he never really had time for anymore since working full time at Tuckersoft, but he worked hard to make time for you.

When it came to other things he was a fan of, and there weren’t that many, he almost always separated the artist from the work. He learned that most celebrities were dickheads and weren’t worth obsessing over, he didn’t understand it anyway. But then you came along and…well, he might’ve changed his mind a little bit.

He didn’t know where it even came from, the sudden weakness, as he viewed it. It’s not like you looked like an angel or anything spectacular. You were just a normal human being, with an incredible mind and artistic expression. He never even sought out to obsess over the newspapers to see if he could find a photograph of you. He was just sitting in his flat one day, the telly on just as background noise as he worked on a game, and you came on screen. One of your first interviews on live television, and he couldn’t look away for even a moment.

Colin had never felt starstruck before, but seeing you on screen in that moment, he thought that it would be the closest he’d ever get to the feeling. He found your nervousness endearing, it didn’t seem fake or overplayed, you looked genuine; and genuineness was a rare attribute in most artists, if not most people in the world. After that, he always made sure to read the tv listings or papers to see whenever you were scheduled to be interviewed or anything in the like. He couldn’t believe he had an actual infatuation with a person he’d never met. And neither could his boss, who made sure to tease him about it every chance he got, which was a lot because for a boss the man never actually seemed to work.

After over a year of having this admiration with you, Colin almost jumped off a balcony when he heard that one of your comics was being chosen to be made into a video game. The paper didn’t say which company it would be, and that immediately made Colin furious because he knew he was the best game programmer and he’d actually do your work justice better than whatever arsehole would be making it.

Colin’s furious thoughts came to an abrupt end when Mr. Thakur snapped his fingers in front of him. “Mate, get out of fantasyland. We’ve got a new client, or should I say, you’ve got a new client!”

Colin furrowed his sharp brows in confusion (and annoyance) at his boss’ declaration. “I don’t take clients.” He stated starkly.

“Well, you do now.”

“No, I don’t. Unless you don’t want this new game to be out by the time you want it, I’m not taking on any other projects.” Colin huffed in frustration.

“Fuck that, Ritman. This one is more important. It has the potential to really boost our popularity.” Not important? Not fucking important? Colin has never wanted to go off on his boss more than he did in that moment. I’ve spent hours upon hours trying to make this bullshit game for you and taking my personal time to try and make it work and you have the balls to say that it’s not fucking important, is what Colin wished he could say without getting fired. Honestly, he could’ve probably found a company that would’ve treated him better. But today was not that day, he just had to suck it up and entertain whatever bullshit project his boss would thrust upon him unfairly.

“Fine.” Colin sneered. “Who’s this sod of a client anyway?” As soon as Colin said those words, he almost had the breath knocked out of his lungs.

“Colin, may I introduce to you the one and only Y/n L/n.” Mr. Thakur continued to drone on with the introduction, but Colin couldn’t even hear what all he was saying. He couldn’t believe that you were standing right in front of him, he must’ve been dreaming, he had to have been. He quickly realized he hated feeling starstruck, it made him hyper aware that he must’ve been acting like a lunatic just staying at you but there was nothing he could do to stop himself. Not until his boss snapped him out of it of course. “This is our new client, we’re going to be making a game out of their comic books!”

Ah, so it was Tuckersoft. How did Colin not even notice that the company he worked for would be doing this? He was usually dismissive but he thought he’d at least have heard the excited whispers around the office. Maybe it was supposed to be really secretive. Mr. Thakur was excited about it, and Colin couldn’t help but to be as well even though he didn’t show it outwardly. He really hoped you didn’t hear him call you a sod client…

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ritman.” You smiled widely, holding your hand out to shake his hand.

“Colin.” He said bluntly, a little too bluntly, clearing his throat subtly. “Just Colin is fine.” He shook your hand, trying not to feel gross about thinking how soft your skin was. Mr. Thakur side-eyed Colin, clearly noticing the slight tremor in his voice because since when was Colin ever nervous about anything? But thankfully, for once in his life, Mr. Thakur kept his mouth shut. 

It was surprisingly difficult to listen to anything anyone had to say as your team discussed the elements that they wanted incorporated into the game. Colin hated it, he hated this whole situation, he hated how excited he felt to be working on a game specifically for you. Much of Colin’s whole personality was strictly indifference, so being excited for anything was rare. It seemed like the concept was pretty decent, but if you had any sort of control of what you wanted, then of course it was going to be good.

Colin, being the talented designer he was, was always allowed to work from home, and this was no exception. The only real issue was that you would be working with him from whenever you had the time, to overlook everything and give any notes if you felt like it was needed. You had no game designing experience, but it was going to have your name on it so Colin supposed it was warranted. He just hoped he wouldn’t be too distracted with you looking over his shoulder.

It was only a couple months into the job that you finally had free time to go over to Colin’s flat to check in with his progress. He felt obligated to clean his place spotless, well, as spotless as he could with all the stuff he had. He felt like he should be somewhat presentable, even though he’s never felt the need to make any sort of effort for anyone. Another thing he hated was how nervous he felt about you seeing his progress, he wanted you to be happy with it, he didn’t know if his ego could handle you hating it in any way.

Colin lightly slapped himself as he heard you ring his doorbell, hyping himself up to be cordial as best he could. “Colin, hi!” You smiled sweetly as soon as he opened the door, already feeling his heart hammer inside his ribcage.

“Hi…” He coughed, “Uh, right, come in.” He stood aside to allow you to walk through the door frame, cringing at himself for the first time out of many that day he assumed. God, if he could just get over himself. But something you said quickly made him feel like a deer in headlights.

“You have my comics!” You pointed out with a happy grin. 

When Colin was frantically cleaning his flat in preparation for your arrival, he forgot the most important part he needed to tidy up (and hide): your various comic books that were scrawled over his coffee table. He was so used to reading them on his couch in the mornings he never even thought to hide them. “Uh, bought some, to get a feel for your style.” He stuttered, thankful he came up with a logical excuse even though it wasn’t articulated as smoothly as he wanted it to be.

“Oh, well, I appreciate that! Did you like them? Or did you just look at the art style?”

“I skimmed through it.” He lied more convincingly the second time. “I will one day though, just have to focus on this game for now. As you already know.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” Goddamn it, why did you have to be so nice? Why couldn’t you have just been an asshole? It sure would be easier to pay attention to the work instead of constantly stealing glances over at you. But unfortunately, that’s not how the next few months went.

It wasn’t bad, per say. Just more than a little awkward from time to time. Colin was severely unsociable as it was, but you just cranked that up to eleven once you started spending more and more time with him. Colin never thought he’d want to have more social skills, but that was before he met you. Now he just wished he could get a proper sentence out that could make you smile, even just a little bit. The only smiles he got from you was when you saw his progress, which was nice but it wasn’t the same as it would be for him to make you smile himself.

On the other side of this coin, Mr. Thakur hounded Colin every chance he got. Every time he could get a word in about how he needed this game to be perfect in every way or any minute flaw, he never hesitated to pester Colin about it. It was getting on his very last nerve and the only time he could get a moment’s peace was when he was with you.

Colin still couldn’t believe how angelic you seemed. You were his complete opposite and yet, he found you incredibly enjoyable to be around. You never got frustrated, at least not with him. Any error or bump in the road of making your game never seemed to get to you. You were so patient with everyone. He’d never admit this out loud, but Colin admired you. He also never thought he’d be scared to speak his mind.

It took longer than expected, but Colin finally made you laugh one night. It took him completely by surprise too. The two of you had a couple drinks after you convinced Colin he needed to give his eyes a break from staring at a screen all day, and you both were just sitting on the floor against his couch, sharing stories and opinions, just trying to get to know each other. He told a dumb joke, a dark one at that, so you could imagine his surprise when you broke out laughing. Full on, deep from the belly laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because of how late into the night it was, but Colin knew he would remember that laugh forever; especially the look of embarrassment on your face after you couldn’t stop laughing.

Then the late night drinks became a regular thing, so regular that Colin thought about prolonging finishing the game just so he could see you almost every day. But of course, there were deadlines and the game was so close to being done that he could see the finish line. He couldn’t do that, not to you. You were so excited, you loved everything about it, praises spilling from your mouth before it was even done. He couldn’t possibly prolong it without feeling like an absolute knob. So he completed it, before the deadline with the finishing touches and all; but it made him feel so sad.

Colin didn’t want whatever the two of you had to end. He wanted to continue that…partnership.

It was at the game release party at the company that he finally got up the courage to ask.

You were wearing a cheesy Christmas outfit, to match the theme of the party since the game came out around then; bright red with white puffballs down the middle to mimic Santa, he hated Christmas but it looked good on you. You were smiling ear to ear as the reviews started pouring in from the presale testers, encouraging everyone and anyone to play the game because they thought it was so well done. He couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling that rose in his chest as you wiped away happy tears from your cheeks.

As the party died down and everyone started to leave, Colin knew this was his last chance to talk to you. Everyone was talking to you throughout the night, wanting to give their obligatory two cents, not allowing him a chance to even congratulate you. So he finally let out a relieved sigh as his coworkers started to head home. “I barely saw you tonight.” Colin spoke with a chuckle as he went to stand next to you by the windows that looked out on the city, all brightly lit up with red and green and the slightest hint of snow starting to dust the rooftops of smaller buildings.

“I know!” You grinned exhaustedly. “I’m still not used to people wanting to talk to me all the time.”

“Well, I just wanted to congratulate you on the oncoming success.”

“I should be the one congratulating you, are you kidding me? You’re the one who made this possible. You did the work, my name is just attached to it.”

“Give yourself some credit, you had the concept. You could’ve found any other prick to make the game for you.” Colin blushed.

“I couldn’t imagine anyone else doing it.” You spoke softly, looking down on the city to distract yourself from your quickly heating cheeks as Colin gave you a look of admiration.

“You know I…” Colin hesitated, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I was actually a fan of yours, before you came to us.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I was just too much of a coward to actually admit that. All those comics of yours you saw in my flat months ago, had them all long before you came along. Pretty embarrassing, right?”

“No, not embarrassing at all!” You smiled, nudging his side with your elbow. “You could’ve told me, I would’ve been flattered. I am now.”

“At first, I felt like we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. But then it was just so easy to be around you, like, we had always been friends, if that’s not weird of me to say.” You shook your head, gesturing for him to continue. “With the game finally over and done, I don’t want to go back to never seeing each other again. I know it’s just been a partnership but…I want to be more than that. Friends, at the very least.”

Colin’s heart flipped in his chest as he saw your soft dreamy expression, your eyes practically pleading with want as your breath caught in your throat. It was a sight to behold, the view almost pushing him to do something about it, though he would wait for you to respond. But the sight of you licking your lips before speaking was testing his self-restraint. “I would love to have…more than a partnership.” You spoke meekly, looking up at him through your lashes with a smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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short n' sweet. hope that was fluffy enough for you lmao

Lmaooo I see we’ve both had the same little scenario in our heads (Debt to Be Paid) and I have to say I’m so satisfied that someone finally wrote it out 😌 (why doesn’t anyone else ever actually agree to it? I think it’s hot, like in a character-building way, to do it) and omg it was so well written! if you decided to write a part two, I’ll be out here like 👀👀👀 anyway, I loved it so much, thank you for sharing it!!! You’re amazing

Dude, ever since I saw that scene I was thinking about it. Great minds think alike perhaps? Lmaoo. Maybe some are just too squeamish or something? Also, I can find romance and beauty in violent, traumatic situations when others can't, which isn't really healthy but oh well (shout out to my parents for making that happen😂)

Anyway, i'm glad you enjoyed it!!!!💕💕💕🥰

Okay that’s it, imma write it even though I haven’t written fanfic since 2020. I kinda want to make it so the reader isn’t even the one who took his eye to add that extra angst, y’know? I’m just trying to decide how dark I want to make it

Yassssssss, make it as dark as possible!!! I wanna be disgusted and horrified, I need that sweet sweet angst. Make sure to tag me whenever you post it!!!!