Two Little Bundles

Two little bundles

From the moment King Viserys first saw the interaction at the hunt at the Godswood between the knight, Ser Harwin Strong, and his second born daughter with his late wife Aemma, Alyssa, he knew that Ser Harwin would be a good match for his youngest daughter. After seeing them dance together at Rhaenyra’s wedding and after all the chaos that happened that day Viserys had summoned his Hand Lyonel Strong to his bed chambers later that night to discuss the betrothal between his youngest daughter and Ser Lyonel oldest son Ser Harwin Strong. Though it would seem both The Old and The New Gods were on their side as piversouly Ser Harwin had pulled his father to the side to ask him if he could speak to the King to ask permission if he could have the young Princess hand in marriage.Not wasting any time the young couple was married within two months in Kingslanding as even a blind person could see how taken they were with each other.

Even as the months pass by them it seems that they were still in that love bubble that surrounded them from the first moment they locked eyes on each other.Even now as Alyssa watches her Husband get ready to start his day as the commander of the city watch, she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander down her husbands fame. “I can feel your eyes on me, my little wife.” Harwin says with a grin as he looks over his shoulder at his wife who was lying down on their sheared bed who shylying looked away making Harwin grin grow as he loved watching her flushed. “I was only admiring what is in front of me as you would say, my husband.” Alyssa says with a grin before putting her hands on her side as she struggles to sit herself up, which becomes difficult over time as her stomach swells with the couple's first child. Seeing his wife struggle Harwin quickly runs to his wife’s aid and helps her sit up and adjust the pillows behind her so she could at least have the smallest amount of comfort as he knew that now that she due any day now she had the hardest time finding comfort.

“How is my little wife, and child faring this morrow?” Harwin asks as he rests a hand on the swell of her stomach while leaning in to steal a kiss from his wife. “We are doing well, though I must admit I would appreciate it if my husband would kindly tell his child it is quite rude to kick someone awake.” Alyssa wince as said childs divlers a hard kick to her side. Without any words Harwin lifts up the shirt she was wearing which was in fact his shirt to her breast to show off her bare round stomach. Placing his lips to her stomach he begins to talk to their unborn child as they have notice early on it was his voice that would help settle the down the child when they were particularly active. As Alyssa watches Harwin caress and love on her stomach she couldn’t help but thank the Gods for sending Harwin to her as she couldn’t have been luckier to have him as her husband as she thinks back to when she first found out she was excepting. Despite being over the moon about the pregnancy their was still apart of her that feared child birthing after what happened to her late mother Aemma. When Alyssa confinden in Harwin about her fears Harwin assured her he would always choose her in the end, because despite already loving his unborn child Harwin could never live in a world where he could never feel her touch again. To never hear her voice again, to never see her smile again would be a curse unbearable to live life without having his wife by his side. So yes if there is a choice to make he will always make sure Alyssa will be saved above their unborn child.

“I love you.” Alyssa blurts out taking Harwin’s attention away there as he looks up to see his wife already looking down at him with all the love she holds for him seem to pour from her eyes. Not missing a single beat Harwin leans up having his lips above her just barely touching. “As I love you.” Harwin tells her before sharing a passionate kiss between the two lovers as the world seems to fade that neither of the two notice the door opening. “Oh! Would you please allow my sister to breathe Ser Harwin.” Rhaenyra's teasing voice broke the two lovers apart as Alyssa couldn’t help but giggle at her older sister's words. “Hello Princess.” Harwin grumbles slightly annoyed as this isn’t the first time Rhaenyra has barged into the couple’s shared room unannounced. “Hello sister.” Alyssa greets her sister much more happily than Harwin had. “Now that is a much happier greeting, don’t you think good brother brother?” Rhaenyra teas as she moves to lay down next to her little sister while placing baby Jacaerys (who was born just a few months ago) in between them. “Hello baby Jace.” Alyssa coos softly as she picks up her first born nephew before placing a few kisses on his face casing to babe to laugh and coo happily back at his aunt. “He’s gotten bigger.” Harwin comments as he walk back to get gold cloak to attach it to his armor. “Yes, he seems to double his size in just a few months.” Rhaenyra says proudly as she gazes at her son. “He’ll make a fine knight.” Alyssa says as she looks at her sister with a bright smile. “I too believe so.” Rhaenyra says softly before leaning over to kiss her younger sister’s forehead.

“I must start heading out, my love.” Harwin says as he once again walk back to his wife side completely dressed in his armor. “Promises to come back home safely?” Alyssa ask the same question she’s always ask since they started courting even though she knew that Harwin knew Kings Landing like the back of her hand which brought some relief towards her but she can’t help but worry for her husband. “Always.” Harwin promises as he has done since Alyssa has asked him. Kissing her softly on her lips before kissing her forehead he swore to her that he will be back before lunch time so they could dine together. Leaning back from he quickly reaches over and pushes Rhaenyra roughly so she could fall off the bed without hurting her as punishment for interrupting them once again. “Fuck you.” Rhaenyra swears at her good brother while Harwin simply laughs at her.

Opening their bedchamber door he finds Rhaenyra’s sworn shield standing outside their door who suspiciously had the same hair and eye color as her son and how also had some of the same features as each other. Without saying a word to each they simply nodded their head in understanding of each before Harwin left for the day eager to finish his duties for the day so he could return home. “You shouldn’t tease him so much, sister.” Alyssa tells her sister as Rhaenyra rejoins her. “Then it would be so boring.” Rhaenyra wines as they share a look before laughing. Rheanyra despite their bickering with each other, Rheanyra truly sees Harwin as her brother and not just as a good brother, and she was thankful that their father chose Harwin to be Alyssa’s husband. “How are you feeling sister?” Rhaenyra questions as she watches her sister fawn over her son. “Tired.” Alyssa answered honestly causing the two sisters to laugh as Rheanyra remembers being in her position only a few months back. “How much did you sleep last night? Have you had breakfast, yet?” Rhaenyra questioned her little sister, not even letting answer before she asked her next question. Grabbing Rhaenyra’s hand Alyssa softly smiles at her. “I’m feeling quite well, thank you sister, though no I have not had Breakfast yet.” Alyssa promises her as she couldn’t blame her for worrying since she too was in her position when Rhaenyra was in hers, especially after what happened to their mother. Rhaenyra couldn’t help a smile softly at her before hugging her sister as they sat there for few moments in peace before Rhaenrya had ask one of her ladies in waiting who had just walked in to bring their breakfast her so that they could dine together as she opens all the windows to the room knowing how much Alyssa hated being kept inside at all times.

Seeing as it was now only the two sisters, Rhaenyra gave Jace to his wet nurse as he became hungry and it was closer to his nap time. They sat in comfortable silence, well Rhaenrya sat while Alyssa walked around her room still in Harwin’s shirt as she got tired of laying down but did not feel like getting dressed and leaving her bedroom either so she settled for walking around her room. A sharp grasp from Alyssa catches Rhaenyra’s attention as she looks up to see her sister’s face scrunch up in pain as she cradles her baby bump in her hands as she is leaning forwards from the pain. “ Sister, is it time?” Rhaenyra asks as she rushes to her sister’s aid, before Alyssa could answer she groans in pain once more as her water breaks and runs down her leg answering Rhaenyra’s question. “Come, I will send for the midwife and send one of your ladies to fetch Harwin and be at your side once again.” Rhaenyra walks Alyssa back to her bed. “Everything will be okay, I promise.” Rhaenyra swears as she holds her sister's gaze for a few seconds before sitting Alyssa on the edge of the bed and rushes towards the door where she tells her sworn shield the news and watches as he runs down the hall to where he saw the second Princess ladies go to tell them. Seeing all the ladies rush out the room towards Alyssa’s room while one runs the opposite way to find Ser Hawrin, Rhaenyra makes her way back to her sister's side.

Luckily, as it was almost noon time Harwin was already on his way back to his lady wife’s side so the Princess’s lady did not have to travel far as she caught sight of him. “Ser Harwin!” The lady yells catching his attention as he remembers her being a part of his wife’s ladies. “Ser, it’s the Princess, her labors have started!” The lady tells him loudly once she gets closer to him before she starts running after Harwin when he starts running to his bedchamber paying no mind to the whispers that started after hearing the lady’s words. Each step took him closer to their shared bedchamber where he was now able to hear his wife’s cries of pain, without another thought he quickly badgers into their bedchamber where he sees Rhaenyra sitting behind his wife supporting her as Alyssa as she leans back against her. “Harwin.” Alyssa gasps in relife when she sees her husband standing in front of their bedroom door. Hearing her voice he’s quick to take off his armor before taking Rhaenyra’s previous spot, while Rhaenyra settles for kneeling beside her sister while still holding one of her sister’s hands, as Harwin takes ahold the other while his right hand settles on top of her stomach. “I’m her my love, you are so strong, my little warrior.” Harwin mumbles into his wife's damp forehead before laning a gentle kiss to where her forehead and her damp hairline meets.

“Push Princess, push.” The midwife calls from in between Alyssa’s legs. Alyssa grip on her sister and Harwin’s hand tightens as she leans forward groaning in pain as she did exactly as the Midwife instructed her to do before falling back against her husband to try and have moment to breath before she has to push again. “Keep breathing, you're doing well, sister.” Rhaenyra tries to comfort her sister as kisses her sister’s hand. “Try again, Princess.” The midwife says as she keeps Alyssa’s legs from closing. ‘Mmm..” Alyssa cries in pain as she pushes once again. “You’re almost there, Princess, I can now see the head!” The midwife informs happily as she sees the child start to crown. “Just a little more, My love. You are doing so well.” Harwin says excitedly as so many emotions run through him as he watches his brave little wife go through labor to bring their child into the world. “I-i can’t.” Alyssa cries as she browles her face into her husband's neck. “Yes, yes you can. You are so strong, my love and I could never thank you enough for allowing me to love you, and now you are bringing our child into this world and they will never know how lucky they are to have you as their mother, but I shall tell them just how lucky they are every day that passes.” Harwin says as he caresses his beloved wife’s face while everyone is touched by Harwins words as he speaks to his wife. “I love you.” Alyssa says with a stained smile as tears gather in her eyes. “And I you.” Harwin says softly as he moves her damp hair away from her face before leaning down to bring her into a gentle kiss. Though, the kiss didn’t last long as Alyssa breaks the kiss as she cries in pain before she starts to push again. “One more push princess, just one more.” The midwife encourages her as the child's head breaks through. As Alyssa lets out one last cry as she pushes the midwife gently grabs the babe and helps pull the baby out. “It’s here Princess!” One of the younger midwives shouted happily while Alyssa collapsed against her husband as she breathed in relief. While the older midwife turns the babe around she slaps the babe’s back and loud cries soon follow allowing everyone to breathe in relief. “It’s a boy! Praise the Mother!” Ther older midwife infromes everyone as she hands the babe to his mother. Alyssa cries happily as she holds her son kissing his forehead not caring that there was still blood on him. “Is he healthy?” Alyssa questions the midwife worriedly as her son starts to setll in his mother’s arms. “He’s as strong as a horse.” The midwife tells her Princess happily.

Laughing happily Alyssa crovers her son’s face with kisses, happy to finally have him in her arms, before she suddenly stills before letting out a painful goran alerting everyone in the room. “It’s the afterbirth.” The midwife announced before kneeling in between the princess’s legs only gasping in shock, alarming Harwin and Rhaenyra as she was taking the babe from her sister's arms as she knew the after birth could be just as painful, while Alyssa was too busy groaning in pain. “What, what’s wrong?” Harwin demanded to know what’s happening as he feared the worst. “There’s another babe coming.” The midwife anounce shocking everyone. “I need you to push now princess, the babe’s head is already showing. Groaning loudly Alyssa pushes as arches her back. “Again.” The midwife commands as she gently cradles the babe’s head as it peeks through. Wrimpring Alyssa pushes once more as she finally delivers her second child. Alyssa cries in relief partly as another set of cries field the air and also as she can feel the pain lessen finally. “Another boy, Princess.” The midwife smiles as she quickly hands the second born to his mother weak arms, but Alyssa does not mide as she cradles her second son against her chest as she covers her second born son with kisses as she had done with the first one, laughing in disbelief as she stares at him. “Please tell me that he is the last one.” Alyssa pleads causing everyone to laugh but is soon interrupted. “Princess.” Everyone looked up at the new voice to see one of the ladies that belonged to the Queen. “The Queen demands that the child be brought to her.” The lady demands changing everyone’s mood in the room quickly.

(Don’t worry their will be a part two to this I hope you all enjoy this and sorry if there any mistakes with grammar or my spelling.)

coaxed you into paradise

Pairing : Daemon Targaryen x Saera Targaryen x Ser Harwin Strong

Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's.

Aesthetics Playlist

Part One: Left You In Paradise Chapter One: Brown Eyes Chapter Two: The Greens Chapter Three: Harwin Chapter Four: The Madness Chapter Five: The Doting Husband Chapter Six: Too Old To Care

Part Two: The Dance Chapter Seven: I Am Saera Chapter Eight: Playing With Fire

"the whites dwindled to power, forgotten about their honors and vows, and saved the house of the dragons from extinction." -hurhenyratargaryen

Want Me

Ser Harwin Strong x Female Reader

Summary: You're Rhaenyra's lady in waiting, by her side at all times and thus leading you to spend many hours within Ser Harwin's company, drawing the two of you together

Warnings: Smut, mentioned violence, swearing, angst (if you squint), fluff

A/N: Hi, small warning, haven't written a full smut scene for a while so I'm a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy :)

"Want me to kill him?" You absentmindedly offer to Princess Rhaenyra. 

She chuckles from behind you, her fellow ladies attempting to hide their smirks and smiles whilst they finish up her hair. "I know how much you crave violence, but I can not allow you to kill him. Besides, how would you even do it?"

You pause in the mirror, your eyes flickering to find Rhaenyra's. "Seduction is a woman's greatest strength." You whirl around to face her, a cruel expression etching into your face at the thought. "A simple poison into his drink and during the night he'd cease breathing and the Maestor would declare a heart attack. An easy kill, if I say so myself," 

The princess raises her eyebrows, her lips pursing together. Tonight is her name day feast, celebrating another year of her youth and thus drawing in all the potential suitors wishing to offer themselves. One of the Lannister twins made a fool of himself, offending Rhaenyra and thus resulting in you plotting his death, should your princess command it. 

As her lady in waiting, you take your role very seriously. Though, you are oft referred to as her sister, the two of you becoming close at a young age and growing up together. It has solidified your relationship with her, and in turn, you know each other inside and out. 

Your sharp words and cunning nature are a breath of fresh air as opposed to the customary expectations of Rhaenyra's fellow ladies. 

You glance over yourself once more in the mirror, your attention spanning over the finer details of your gown and the excellent work of the seamstress. The dress accentuates your frame, the embroidery and accessories dating back to your House and heritage. 

You look like a woman, a woman grown and of power. 

"Are you ready?" Rhaenyra pulls you from yourself, twirling around to give you a full look at her. 

"Indeed, and must I say my Princess, you look divine." You tell her honestly. 

She smiles, the two of you making your way to the great hall. Heads turn at the sight of you both, the heir to seven kingdoms and her fierce lady, who would protect her more so than a knight. 

Your stomach begins to twist as you near the hall, your teeth grinding together to keep the nerves at bay. You feel a reassuring squeeze on your hand, your dear friend sensing your change in behaviour. 

"If he doesn't fall at your feet and beg for your hand, I'll feed him to Syrax myself," she whispers. 

You bite your tongue, though a small smile creeps out. In the past moons, you've become acquainted with a knight, the two of you sharing passions and dreams. Nothing more of talk has happened thus far, but you can't help but think that maybe he will ask for your hand in marriage, as the two of you spend most days side by side. 

He makes your heart beat rapidly, with the small gestures and whispered words when no one is close. Not to mention, the way he looks at you, like no one else exists but you. 

Yet, you can't help but think that you're in way over your head, too consumed to see the reality. 

You have no time to ponder Rhaenyra's words, as the two of you arrive at the hall, the chatter dying down instantly. Swallowing, you hold your head high, following Rhaenyra down the stairs and toward the high table where you veer off to your own. 

His eyes were on you the moment you appeared, refusing to leave even as you sit down. You look absolutely breathtaking. 

Of course, you avoid his gaze, even from across the room, as you begin to fill your plate. Your skin ignites under his heated stare, your desire overweighting your sense of propriety. Glancing up, you meet him, his deep blue eyes burning into your darkest depths and tearing down every wall you've ever built. 

Ser Harwin Strong, renowned for his strength throughout the seven kingdoms and his proud house. 

Your cheeks heat up under the intensity, neither of you daring to break contact. You admire how he's dressed, his fine threaded clothes making him look regal, his unruly curls neatly pulled back into a bun. Gods.

The grumble of your stomach brings you to your senses, your head bowing down to begin consuming your food. You feel him continue for a heartbeat longer, before he diverts his attention elsewhere. 

As the night begins to progress, you drag Rhaenyra to dance, moving with the music and enjoying yourself. You change partners throughout, making yourself known and extending yourself to the other lords and ladies currently attending for the princess's name day. 

For once, Harwin doesn't grace your thoughts, until he becomes your next partner. 

Your eyes widen for a moment, your breath catching. "Ser-" you start, not expecting to see him. 

"My lady, you look exquisite." His rasps, his body feathering your own. 

His heat wraps around you like wild vines, pulling and tugging you closer, enticing you to become lost. You hit your chin out, refusing to fall prey. 

"And you, good Ser," 

Harwin smiles, a hum of satisfaction rumbling within his chest. His hand brushes your own, a part of him needing to touch you, his resolve almost snapping from the softness of your flesh. His fingers itch to press firmly, to warn off any man or lord that dare think they have a chance with you. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, this evening?" He asks, his lips close to your ear as to make sure you hear him over the loud music. 

You turn your head, his breath fanning your cheek. Heat pools within your stomach, want gnawing at you and demanding to be free. "I'll enjoy myself once I've had my dessert," you dare. 

His eyes narrow, assessing the situation. Little minx. Before he can conjure his own smart remark, a fellow knight of the city watch approaches, pulling him away from you. You watch him go without a word, a sense of humiliation washing over you as you continue to dance alone, searching for Rhaenyra. 

You find her with her uncle, enjoying themselves. 

Biting your lip, you move off the dance floor, standing on the sideline. You feel deflated, watching your friends enjoy themselves and even sneak out of the hall with their suitors, and your heart's deepest love couldn't even excuse himself. He just left you. 

You see him, surrounded by his companions, and more so with an older woman hanging off him. Now you feel stupid, your usual confidence and ego a ghost. The woman wraps an arm around his waist, much like a partner, and him not moving. 

Of fucking course, I'm just the plaything to keep him entertained whilst his lover is elsewhere. 

Grinding your jaw in anger, you inhale deeply and begin to make your way through the crowd, ignoring Harwin and his group as you have to pass them to ascend the stairs out of the hall. Your hasty exit catches many people's attention, especially the one you were hoping wouldn't notice. 

You don't realise he follows you, until you almost reach your quarters. His boots hit the ground harshly, as he tries to catch you, going as far as calling out your name. You pause in front of your doors, whirling around to face him once he draws near. 

Fire dances within your eyes, making Harwin pause momentarily. "Ser Harwin?" You snap. 

"I wanted to make sure you're well, you left in such a hurry," 

"I'm fine," you start, your thumb running over your fingers anxiously. "The hall became too much, so I'm retiring for the evening." 

Harwin tilts his head. He calls bullshit. He knows you, he grew up alongside you and knows that you are one of the last to leave the party, oft enjoying yourself too much to notice the sunrise and thus requiring an escort, usually him. 

He reads your body language, depicting your sudden mood change has something to do with him. He chuckles lightly, amusement etching across his features at your frustrated glare. "You're jealous." 

"Jealous?!" You repeat in disbelief, your raised voice echoing the corridor. "Me? Of what?" You ask him incredulously. You naturally begin to step closer, "of that woman? Why would I be jealous of some wench when I am the Princesses lady in waiting, I can have almost any suitor I want, I have sway within these walls and no one quite realises the extent I'll go to if I'm pushed, not to mention," you stop just shy of him, your chest heaving. "One word to my Princess, and I can have whatever I want." 

Harwin peers down at you, a small smirk gracing his lips at your outburst. "I never said what you were jealous of," he says lowly, almost inaudible if not for your closeness. "I'll be sure to tell my sister you think she's a wench." 

Your world crashes and burns. Sister? That was his fucking sister?! Your heart ceases beating, your breath catches in your throat and your skin clams up. Realisation and dread wash over you, embarrassment etching into your cheeks. You become a wounded animal, and respond much as they do, 

"Fuck you." You don't know what compels you or who takes over your body, but you can't stop the words from tumbling out and sending them straight at Harwin. 

He blinks. 

Quickly you spin on your heel and make haste to your door, pulling the handle to only have it slammed shut, and a large body pressing against you. Your throat constricts, feeling Harwin's entire front against your back as his hand looms over your head, keeping the door closed. 

One small movement, and he could bury his nose into your hair. "Say that again," his chest rumbles, his mouth angling down to press on your ear. To make sure you hear him loud and clear. 

You're frozen, your body shutting down. You open your mouth but nothing comes out. "Go on, don't go shy on me now, my lady," he presses, pushing you. 

Licking your lips, you hesitantly shift on the spot, leaning your back against the door and tilting your head to hold Harwin's gaze. He pins you down, the entirety of his body caging you in, almost like a shield protecting you from peering eyes. 

"Fuck you," you whisper. 

Reflexively, his other hand snaps to your jaw, his fingers digging into the skin. Your lips part, your muscles relax and your body becoming a rag doll. He could very easily suffocate you like he was bunching up a piece of parchment, he wouldn't even feel your bones snap. Yet, in this very moment, your thighs press together, your garment becoming soaked with each passing second. 

You know he won't hurt you. His hold on you is firm and delicate, the pads of his fingers gently holding you in place. He tilts his head, assessing you like he would an opponent, his dark eyes roaming your face and his brows twitching in thought. 

You test the waters, standing straighter and in turn bumping your nose into his cheek. Harwin exhales shakily, his grip tightening if only a smidge, in comparison to his self-restraint. You nudge your nose against his, his hooded eyes following your every move. 

Your breath tangles with his own, desire and hunger transpiring. Harwin's jaw clenches, his palm against the door closing into a fist. You want him, he wants you. Swallowing thickly, your lashes feather your cheeks and you take the plunge, pressing your lips against his own with uncertainty. 

For a moment, you float, your body becoming weightless and your mind lost. His lips are softer than you imagined, despite his harsh reputation, soft and plump on your own. Harwin responds, before suddenly pulling you away by his grip still on your jaw. 

A bucket of cold water drenches you, his sudden cold demeanour creating a crack in your heart. Not so much that he pulled you away, more how forcible it was, after he began to lose himself under the taste of you. That hurts. 

Your eyes flash. You move to release yourself from his grip, but he tightens it, his head turning slightly as though to check for any movement within the corridor. With precision, he pulls you flush to his body and opens the door in one movement, shoving you inside to your quarters and locking the door behind him. 

"You naïve girl," he starts, running a hand over his beard. 

You scoff, creating distance between the two of you by standing at the window sill. "And they say romance is dead." 

Harwin narrows at you. "You have no idea what you've just done, what if someone had seen?" His voice raises, his hand gesturing to the doors. 

Confusion swirls within you at his sudden change of behaviour, at his switch from intimacy to frustration in an upsetting kind of way. "I don't see the problem," you cross your arms, raising a brow. "I want you, and I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks." 

"Well, you should!" You're taken aback by his sudden outburst, a sliver of fear creeping up your spine. "I am not good for you," he says your name with such emotion. "I have enemies at every turn, I can't be at your side protecting you every day and not to mention what would happen to your reputation-" 

"My reputation?" You cut him off, your voice low in disbelief of what you're hearing. "You think I give a fuck about my reputation! About your enemies? Gods Harwin," you begin to pace, your hands running over your head and falling against your neck. "How fucking dense are you?" 

He attempts to ignore the hiccup in his heart rate at the way his name rolls off your tongue. "I'm more than capable of protecting myself," you start after calming down a notch. You cross the room, standing before the brute and taking his large hands in your own. "Is it that hard to believe that I want you? That I don't care about everything else, about your history and reputation, about the fucking court gossip and your enemies? All I care about is you, your health and well-being, and that I know you'd never hurt me, physically and emotionally. I know you'd die protecting me, and you'd make me feel so loved, despite that shield you put in front of yourself every day." 

Harwin brings your hands to his lips, brushing them over your delicate fingers whilst he closes his eyes, relishing in the moment. His coarse beard caresses your skin, planting the idea of how it would feel between your thighs. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you drop your hands down, beating him to it. "You want me Harwin?" your voice pulls to him, lulling him in. "I am right here, otherwise there's the door," you gesture. 

Your chest clenches at the thought of him turning his back. You wonder how he could kiss you back, then cough up some bullshit about him being bad for you. It confuses and wounds you. 

His lips part, the cogs turning in his head as he makes his decision. He surges forward, gently taking your head in his hands and angling you upward to capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

He walks you back until you hit the pillar, careful not to slam you into it. His lips move against yours hungrily, his tongue begging for entrance and his breath meddling with your own. Your fingers curl onto the front of his jacket, squeezing out any air left between you, your fronts pressing tightly. 

Your lungs burn, your actions becoming erratic as you move up to his hair, tangling his curls and removing the band keeping it back. You pull at the roots, emitting a deep groan from Harwin, his own hands gliding down your body to find refuge on your waist. 

You pour all your emotions into the kiss; the hunger, lusting, anger and need. He dominates you, his mouth slowly moving down your jaw, his teeth nipping along your bone and travelling to your neck, unknowingly finding your sweet spot. 

You bite your lip at the sound you release, a small sense of embarrassment flooding your body. Harwin immediately comes up, holding you still with his hard stare. "Don't you dare quieten on me." 

"Like your girls loud, Ser Harwin?" 

He chooses to ignore your comment. You smirk, your usual demeanour washing into the shore, a calculating look flashing in your eye. Before he can do anything you shove him back, pushing him down onto the lounge. 

Surprise is evident on his face, his eyes watching you curiously. You crouch between his spread legs, your palms sliding over his thighs in a soothing manner, slowly making your way to his waistband. 

You quite like this image; his unruly dark curls free and framing his face, his intense eyes swallowing you whole and his knees bent outward. He looks casual, yet so fucking handsome you have to restrain yourself from fucking him there. 

"Don't look at me like that," you scold, tugging on his pants. 

"Like what," he grumbles, lifting his hips. 

His pants pool at his feet, his hardened cock free from restraints. "Like I don't know what I'm doing." He eyes you suspiciously, waiting for you to shut down his thoughts. "I've been fucked before, if that's what you're wondering." 

He hums in dissatisfaction. 

"I'll decide if you've been fucked, my lady." You raise a brow at the title. 

He opens his mouth to say something more, but only a loud groan escapes, your lips wrapping around his cock. His hips reflexively jut, his hand moving to your head in response to your movements, your tongue flattening along the underside. 

Harwin shudders, his chest rising in deep pants under your ministrations and his fingers flexing in an attempt to hold himself back from face fucking you. You work him steadily, glancing up at him through your lashes and feeling a sense of pride roll down your spine at his dishevelled state, his head lolling over the back of the lounge. 

"Fuck," he curses, tilting down to hold your gaze. 

You move a hand to work the rest of his cock that you can't fit in his mouth, momentarily pausing when he grabs your wrist, and quickly heaves you off him. "You do that, and this night ends very quickly." 

"I find it hard to believe that Breakbones finishes in under twenty seconds," you muse, slipping out his grip easily and situating yourself on his lap.

He groans quietly, both in frustration and need. "Believe me, my lady, that when I cum, I intend on cumming in you and filling you up." 

"Good." 

You begin undoing his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms before moving to his shirt, heaving it up and revealing his toned stomach. Your fingers splay across his chest, feeling his hard-earned muscles and scars from various fights. You pause on a particularly large wound along his abdomen, feathering the pink tissue. 

"Don't worry about it," he whispers your name, reading the emotion on your face. 

"This is an assassination attempt, Harwin." You press, flickering up to hold his stare. "Someone almost succeeded in fucking killing you." Unwanted tears spring in your eyes, raw emotion thick within your voice.

The thought of Harwin being killed, frightens the fuck out of you. 

He cups your cheek, his thumb tenderly wiping a tear. "This is what I meant," he refers to his previous statement about his enemies. You still, your features hardening. 

"Don't you dare, Harwin. Don't you fucking dare." You spit. 

He stays silent, observing you whilst your fingers continue their path along his torso, grazing each other his scars. "Seven Hells help the next man that makes an attempt on your life," you vow, your hand splaying out over his heart. 

"My little warrior," he rasps, pulling you down to him. 

Your lips collide, the taste of him invading your mouth and stealing your breath away. You whimper at the feel of his hands sliding up your arms and resting on your collarbone, toying with your dress. Blindingly he reaches for the lace tying it together, pulling it apart and loosening the top section. 

Goosebumps rise along your flesh as Harwin gently tugs the dress down your arms, exposing your breasts and stomach once it pools around your hips. You rest your forehead in the crook of his neck, gasping under the ministrations of his hands along your breasts, his thumb tweaking the bud. 

You thread through his curls, your nails scraping his scalp and your lips seeking out his neck. 

Suddenly he lifts you off him, placing you down on your feet. You raise your eyebrows in surprise and a little confusion, unsure of his next motive. "Take it off," he commands softly, the low rumble in his chest making your heart rate spike. 

The dress falls to your feet and you step out of it, mindful of taking off your shoes and being left bare before him. He slowly takes his boots off, never breaking contact even whilst he removes his pants. 

You watch him stand, tilting your head as he comes near. He doesn't speak, nor does he kiss you again. Instead, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and your arms coming to the back do his neck. 

He walks toward your bed, gingerly laying you down. You stare up at him with adoration, every fibre of your body knowing you're safe with this man. Despite his reputation, you could almost laugh, knowing that there is a softer, more caring side to him than anyone realises.

No one has ever touched you like you're glass, like you could shatter and slip through his fingers. He kisses you with so much passion and care, in stark contrast to his daily goings. You've witnessed him in a brawl, smashing the men to the ground without a worry and pummelling them to an inch of their life. 

Yet you know, these hands handle you with love. 

You slide up to the head of the bed, brushing the hair from Harwin's face when he comes to hover above you. He descends, missing your face entirely and planting kisses along your neck, slowly travelling south. 

Airy breaths leave you, your body responding to his attention, more so as he pauses over your breasts, taking an erect nipple into his mouth and tugging. Fire pools within your stomach, threatening to pour out. In a way it does, your head falling back into the cushions and your lips parting to release sounds of pleasure. 

Harwin continues his way down, his eyes flickering up to you through his loose curls, intently watching your reaction as he nears between your thighs, softly blowing cool air on your sensitive region. You grit your teeth, glaring down at him. 

"Hurry up." 

"As my lady commands," he chuckles. 

Your flush at the incredibly loud moan, not exactly expecting him to dive right in. Harwin drags his tongue up your slit, finding your clit and sucking. He switches between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking, groaning lowly to himself at watching you writhe under him. 

He draws more sounds out of you, snaking a hand up to tease your opening, carefully entering a finger. "Fuck!" You arch your back, your hands reaching for his hair. 

He slowly pumps it out of you, enjoying the way you feel around him. He can only imagine how tight you'd be around his cock. The thought almost makes him fuck you right here. 

Your stomach twists, your knuckles turning white. No man has made you feel like this, even with just his mouth and finger, the two bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

He adds a second finger, wanting to properly prepare you for him, and enjoying watching you lose yourself to the pleasure he's giving you. 

He can feel you get close, teetering along the edge as he begins to increase his pace. You whimper at the ache, rutting your hips upward. "Harwin," you whine at the contact of his lips enclosing over your clit and sucking, hard. 

The fire burns brighter, scorchingly hot and desperate for a release. 

"Let go," he murmurs, gently nipping your clit. You do, your orgasm crashing down like a wave, engulfing you. 

He slowly continues to move his fingers through, allowing you to experience your high as he draws it out. He can't help but clean you up before he even thinks about moving away from the safety of your thighs. 

With ease, Harwin climbs back up, claiming your lips. You taste yourself, rummaging your hands through his hair and down his back, his muscles rippling under the pads of your fingers. 

He pulls away from you, question shining in his eyes; do you still want this?

You nod, leaning up to kiss him again, solidifying your answer. He hums, guiding his cock to press against your slit, teasing you for a moment before he nudges your opening. You gasp on his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulders at every inch. 

Harwin falls into the crook of your neck, groaning at the sensation. He stops moving once you've taken all you can, pausing to make sure you're comfortable. You clench around him in reflex, eliciting a deep rumble from his chest, his beard grazing your neck. 

"Harwin," you pant. "If you don't move in the next five seconds," 

He chuckles at your warning, slowly pulling back. You bite your lip, closing your eyes at the high pleasure rocking throughout your body. Harwin lifts his head, his forehead brushing your own. He intends to watch you complete shatter underneath him. 

He slams home, somewhat slow but hard, rutting into you like wild waves against a rock, your back arching and pressing your chest to his. You can't help but rake your nails down Harwin's back, ignorant to the fact that you're close to drawing blood, desperate for a way to show how easily he's unravelled you. 

"Gods Harwin," you cry out at each thrust, harder and deeper than before. 

He grins, his lips on your ear, "I know quiet isn't exactly in your nature, but maybe don't alert everyone in the Red Keep of our rendezvous." 

"Oh fuck off."

Harwin reaches for the headboard, his knuckles turning white from his harsh grip, using it as leverage to pound harder. You chant his name, subconsciously clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to falter each time. 

That burning ache brews within you, gradually growing with each slide into you. His free hand comes down to your clit, playing with the bud and drawing you closer to the edge. Overwhelming sensations spark up your body, your legs starting to shake from the pleasure. 

"Harwin," you whine. 

"I know," he grits, picking up his pace. He hits parts of you that you never knew existed, fireworks erupting each time he enters you deeper, if that were possible. "Good girl, you're taking me so well, hmm?"

Your head is tilted up by his hand leaving the headboard to cup the side of your face, forcing your eyes on him. You struggle to keep your eyes open, a drowsy, drunken look coming across you. 

Without warning, you let go, bursting around him. "Gods, fuck!" Harwin calls your name, following you over. He couldn't last any longer, not after feeling you come undone from him. 

You gape in a silent moan, relishing in the feeling of him fill you up, his hips slowing but not yet relenting. You shiver from the sensitivity, thankful for when he stops. You struggle to hold contact, fatigue seeping in. 

You sigh at the feeling of him remove himself, your muscles relaxing and your spine calming. You don't see where Harwin moves off to, until he comes back and murmurs for you to spread your legs, gently wiping his seed from your thighs. 

For a moment, you wonder what happens now. Does he just leave? Does he stay? What happens between the two of you? Thoughts rummage, ruining your come down. 

"Hey," he brushes your forehead. "Come here." He pulls the sheets back, indicating for you to crawl underneath. All those thoughts are momentarily thrown out the window when he slides in beside you, pulling you to him. 

You lay in silence, your head on his chest and your hand playing with his loose curls. "What happens now?" You can't help but ask. 

"Now?" He hums, his chest vibrating. "You become my lady wife, and I fuck you whenever I please." 

You laugh, rolling further into him. "You better, now that I've given you my maidenhood." 

He pulls away slightly, making you look at him. "What? You told me that this wasn't your first-" he stops, reading the glint in your eye and the expression on your face. "You cheeky girl, almost gave me a heart failure." 

You grin cheekily, not quite saying anything whilst you comb his hair. You've found yourself with an obsession. "Leave your hair like this," you say lowly, loving the way it frames his face. 

"But it gets in my way," he grumbles, swatting your hand away. 

"And I like it like this," you counter, going for his curls again, but this time running your nails along his scalp, smirking at his groan. "And I think you secretly like it too." He gives you the side eye, taking your other hand and bringing it to his lips.

Can’t Be Tamed

Harwin Strong overhears some passing comment you make in the tavern about knights and is duty bound to prove you wrong.

Ser Harwin Strong x Female Reader

Warnings; 18+, smut, swearing, bratty!reader, hair pulling, spanking, biting, rough sex,oral, degradation kink, softy ending💕

W/C; 2,094 (was going to be just a Drabble but this guy got me in a chokehold👀)

“What do you think of Ser Harwin? Isn’t he handsome? What I would give for a night with a knight,” one of your friends working in the tavern swooned, making you glance over your shoulder with a smile at the dark haired, bearded man she was speaking about before turning your attention back to her.

“I hear men of the king are more suited to battle than being lovers. I doubt Ser ‘Breakbones’ is any different,” you told her, having a drink as she laughed and got back to her work, leaving you alone at the table.

“Is that so?” A familiar voice spoke, and you looked up to see Harwin Strong towering over you.

He was both handsome and confident in his stance, his beard and dark hair framing his face perfectly. It often took your breath away just catching his gaze across the room.

“Are you just talking from gossip or experience?” He questioned.

“Perhaps both,” you let a small smile pass your lips. “Though it isn’t ladylike to discuss it.”

Harwin Strong smirked and took a seat opposite you before picking up your cup and finishing the remains. The simple act showed his authority in a way that made you need to press your thighs together.

He licked his lips as he put the empty cup down, watching you intently as his gaze ran over your chest, breasts snug against the tight material of your dress, and back up to your face.

“I don’t see a lady here,” he challenged.

You huffed a laugh and leaned in close to him, giving him an ample view of your cleavage and relishing in the way his eyes darkened.

“I’m just some lowly tavern girl. I guess the princesses and ladies you see have cunts made of gold.”

The way his jaw clenched let you know you’d struck the final blow. You loved playing this game with him, seeing how far until he would break. With a sarcastic smile, you walked away, a purpose in your steps as you added a sway to your hips, drawing the attention of many of the tavern goers.

You had just reached your room at the top of the stairs when a strong arm wrapped around your chest from behind, pushed you into the room and pressed you up against the wall, front first.

“They could have your head for saying such a thing,” Harwin murmured against your ear, his warm breath fanning against your skin. The closeness between you made your stomach flip in anticipation.

You could feel the firm bulge pressing through his pants against your lower back, knowing he was enjoying your antics as much as you were.

“Would you tell the King yourself?”

“Fuck,” he growled, “you really are a brat.”

Harwin stepped away to kick the door shut before his hands were on you again, this time hiking up your skirts and undoing his buckle.

“I can promise you, I’m just as good in battle as I am a lover,” he smiled, quickly pulling down his pants and taking his cock in his hand before running it through your damp folds, enjoying your whimpers and how wet you were for him.

“I don’t often enjoy the screams of war, but hearing you scream when I fuck you? There’s nothing like it.”

You swore you could come undone just from his word alone. With your palms against the wall, you moved your hips against him, relishing in the feeling of his girth teasing you but wanting more. Wanting him inside of you.

“Uh uh,” he grabbed your hair and roughly tugged your head back to stop you, making you cry out,

“Fuck!”

“Such a foul mouth,” he chuckled. “You have some manners to learn.”

“I thought you liked my manners,” you managed to grit out.

“Oh, I do.” Harwin smirked in between pressing kisses to your cheek and down your neck, his grip on your hair loosening as his kisses grew rougher, teeth grazing over the soft skin of your neck before he bit down and sucked a mark against it.

You sighed, content, your fingers reaching back to thread through his hair as he repeated the action. You enjoyed it when he marked you, just as much as he did. The feel of it, the sight when you looked in the mirror, the knowledge it was him.

“You want this?” He moved his hips forward to highlight his question, the head of his cock brushing your clit and you nodded with fervour.

“Yes. Please, Harwin.”

“Then get on your knees.”

You obliged and turned slowly, eyes holding his gaze as you lowered to your knees, mouth salivating at the sight of his cock waiting for you. He was blessed with both girth and length, plus the knowledge of how to use it so you would scream his name to the Gods.

Harwin pulled off his over shirt as you took his cock in your hands, slowly stroking him as you marvelled at the sight of his now naked body, his chest coated in dark wisps of hair.

"Enjoying the view from down there?" He smirked.

"Always," you told him before pressing your lips to the head of his cock, the taste of precum on your tongue as you gave him a small lick and teased your way down one side of his shaft while your hands massaged his balls.

You couldn't see his face just then, but he was looking at you with pure admiration and hunger, holding back on just fucking your mouth and having his way with you.

That could wait a little longer.

"I wonder," you hummed and pulled back for a moment, making Harwin frown. "Do the other men who serve the king have cocks made of gold?"

He took hold of your chin and tilted your head up so you met his gaze. There was a dark amusement in his eyes at the way you were baiting him.

"You don't want any other man," he answered.

You bit your lip. "Maybe not, but I wouldn't mind some gold."

He chuckled, using his free hand to take his cock and brush the head against your lips, urging you to open your mouth.

You were happy to, savouring the feel of his cock in your mouth as he slowly thrust back and forth, groaning at the sensation.

You braced your hands against his strong thighs as he picked up the pace, the head hitting the back of your throat as you moaned around him, your own arousal dripping between your thighs.

“Nothing to say now?” He said with a smirk and slightly ragged breath, gathering your hair out of your face and holding it in his grip, forcing you to look up at him, saliva dripping down your chin.

“Look at you, such a messy bitch for me. Anyone would think you’re just some common whore.”

You whined around him in response, making him growl.

"That's what you're good for, isn't it? Being my whore. You think any other man could make you come undone like I do? That they could make you scream?"

You wanted to submit, to tell him you only wanted him, that you would be anything he wanted you to be, but all you could do was whimper desperately around his cock.

"That's right. My good little whore," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic as you gagged around his shaft.

By the way he was losing all composure, you knew he was close. Gods know you could just come undone from seeing him reach pure bliss himself, from letting him use you like this.

You gasped for air when Harwin suddenly pulled your mouth off him, giving you a mere moment before he hauled you up and over his broad shoulder.

Your mind was in a momentary daze as he put you down on the bed and reached beneath your pillow, a flicker of silver passing your gaze as he pulled out the knife hidden beneath. The same knife he had given you for protection in the streets of silk.

You held your breath in anticipation, enamoured by the wide grin on his face as he straddled your lap and cut through the cloth of your dress, tossing the shredded material aside.

Part of you wanted to scold him for ruining yet another piece of clothing, but you were too worked up and needy from the whole ordeal to care enough.

Throwing the knife to the floor, he leaned down, grabbed your face and kissed you hard, all tongue and teeth, hot and all consuming- like he was feeding a feral hunger. A hunger for you.

The kiss ended almost as quickly as it started, making you mourn the loss. Before you could say anything, Harwin grabbed you by the hips and turned you on to your stomach.

He manoeuvred your body as he wished, your knees bent beneath you and bare ass up in the air as he stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you from behind.

You knew he would be able to see how wet you were for him, exposed like this. The anticipation of his next move had you pressing your thighs together in desperate need of some relief.

You jilted forward with a gasp when he swatted your ass before you felt his thick fingers run between your folds before gently rubbing at your clit, the bundle of nerves oh so sensitive.

"Fuck, you really are drenched," Harwin sounded prideful, continuing his teasing as you let your forehead drop to rest on your arm, lost in the bliss.

Your shallow breathing turned into a long moan when he eased two fingers inside of you and started moving them in and out with ease, given how wet you were ~ all because of him.

It took little time for you to cum, his skilled fingers seeking out your first release like it was a rehearsed dance. The man knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to play your body to his tune. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

The knight gave you no time to recover from the pleasured haze, removing his fingers and sucking them clean before gripping your hips and entering you from behind. The full feeling as he stretched you was like no other, taking your breath away and reigniting a sure fire in your belly.

His grunts and groans were almost animalistic as he started moving his hips back and forth, the head of his cock reaching deeper than any other man could. You could barely understand your own voice as you chanted desperate pleas and moans for him, making Harwin chuckle darkly,

“Just a bitch in a heat and everyone here will know it. I want to hear you scream..”

Your cunt clenched around him in response, his next thrust rough and purposeful as he brought one his hands around your front to rub at your clit and the other to hold you down.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cried out, gripping onto the sheets hard enough to make your knuckles ache while Harwin continued to pound into you, the bed squeaking and smacking against the wall under the force.

Even without the added noise, you knew the moans and debauched sounds of his cock sinking into your dripping pussy and skin slapping against skin would be enough to give away what was going on upstairs in the tavern.

The multitude of pleasure rose through you like a storm, a scream of your lover's name left your lips as your eyes rolled back and you came hard. Harwin kept up his pace as your cunt pulsed around him, the feeling all consuming for the both of you.

It wasn’t long until his thrusts stuttered to a halt and he buried himself deep inside of you, cumming with a loud grunt.

Time seemed to slow as the bliss settled over you. You wished time would stop forever.

You let out a small whimper at the loss when Harwin removed himself, the remnants of your release running down your thighs before you felt the scruff of his beard scratch against your neck as he leant down to kiss the visible mark he’d left on your skin earlier, a gentle touch that had your heart leap in your chest.

Harwin moved to lie on his back beside you with a bright smile that matched yours as your eyes met.

“How do I compare, my love?” He asked.

You reached a hand to cup his face, still smiling. “Not bad, for a knight.”

matters of the heart.

harwin strong x reader

on princess rhaenyra's wedding night, harwin couldn't help but grow jealous as he watched daemon dance with you.

warnings: fem! reader, smut, angst, daemon being a menace, reader is called "princess", jealous harwin, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, size kink, overstim, pussy drunk harwin, praise, body worship, possessiveness, breeding kink. MDNI/18+ only.

word count: 2.1k

note: just watched the new episode and I'm down bad for him so can we all agree that ser harwin strong is the hottest knight in all of westeros?

— i don't give anyone permission to translate/copy my works. If you enjoyed please consider reblogging or leaving feedback <3

Harwin watched with a clenched jaw from the sidelines as the rogue prince twirled you around, his hand resting close on the small of your back while he whispered something hilarious in your ear because you just broke out in a soft giggle.

"Say princess, should we ditch the wedding and take to our own sources of entertainment?" Daemon's words had a grin stretching on your lips, "I think that ought to offend our families, my prince."

"It ought to offend more than just our families." The targaryen smirked, his eyes catching onto harwin's as he pulled you flush against his torso,

"such as the commander of the city watch for instance." Daemon's lips brushed against your ear, "he appears to be quite taken with you,"

You scoff in response, "and yet he'd rarely ever speak to me." Daemon chuckling at you made you roll your eyes,

"you're mistaken, princess. That boy is clearly smitten at the likes of you." He spun you around, lips ghosting above yours as he said that.

Before he could advance, he was yanked off you firmly but subtly, "it's rude to interrupt a dance like this," Daemon speaks, looking at the man who just shoved him away, "breakbones."

"Ser harwin—" you start but harwin's arm around your waist leads you away from the silver haired prince, "I think I'll have the next dance, if you don't mind," he said through gritted teeth, "my prince." You could feel the disarming tension between them.

"That was quite the show you put on there," you said in a hushed voice as the knight led you across the dance floor, "I'm sorry, princess."

But you know he isn't sorry. Not one bit. Especially when daemon was intentionally trying to get on his nerves by getting too cozy with you right in front of him, knowing full well of the way harwin pined for you.

To be honest, you thought daemon was just bored and needed to fuck things up but he couldn't do that on a greater scale because his brother would be upon him the very next instance. So he settled for passing off the young Strong as compensation.

"Would you escort me to my room, ser?" You whisper, tilting your chin up to look at the knight who was leading you on the next dance as the song started, "I think I'm quite tired from all the ordeals as of today,"

harwin seemed to hesitate for a moment before complying with his lips pressed in a tight line. His large hand remained on the small of your back as he helped you through the crowd, his warmth bleeding into your skin just from the simple contact, leaving tingles running through your spine,

"good night, princess." He spoke up as you came upon your door, "don't be so uptight, ser harwin." You smiled at him and he had to admit that it made him melt a bit, "come in, join me for a drink or two."

With a sigh, he gave in. It's too easy, you thought but then again it takes little effort to convince someone to do something they desire. Its the matters of the heart at play here.

"Say commander," you start with a slight slur after sipping on your glass of wine as your companion settled in the seat opposite to you, "what was all that about?"

Harwin gulped down his initial words before speaking, "my apologies, princess. It was rude of me to interrupt your time with prince daemon,"

You rose from your chair, walking around the table and towards him, "Then why'd you do it?"

Shifting in his seat, harwin's eyes followed you, "You deserve better than him. Someone who isn't," resting your palms on the armrest of his chair, you leaned in close to his face, "a scheming scumbag, someone who didn't abandon his wife—" his breath hitched once you straddled his lap, you'd knees bracketing his thick thighs,

"sounds like you'd make a perfect candidate," you bring your hands up to cup his face gently and he's tempted to give in to your feather light touch. His eyes almost fluttering close when your thumb strokes along his jaw,

"I can't." He replies, his jaw clenched tight and his hands coming up to rest on your waist to hold you in place,

"I'm not a prince." There's a slight melancholy in his eyes as he says that, "you're a princess and you deserve a prince who will take good care of you, who will rule beside you—"

"I don't want a prince, I didn't choose a prince, i chose you," your words hush him up, putting him under a spell as he watched you close in the distance between, "ser harwin strong," you whisper against his lips, "I want you."

Your hips bucked against his to accentuate your words and it was his breaking point just as soon as the next words left your lips, "cause I love you and I refuse to be stick in a loveless marriage with some prince—"

harwin's huge palms were cradling the sides of your face and his lips were upon yours in an instance. All the restrained emotions broke through and poured into the kiss, letting you feel his devotion and him absorbing your desperation thoroughly.

Your fingers tugged on the strings of his vest in haste, letting the fabric loosen and expose his broad chest to you while your lips moved against his,

"I won't let that happen to you." Harwin's voice is a gentle whisper soothing your heart. He held your wrist in his larger hand, leading you to press your palm against his chest, where his heart is, "I pledge myself to you, y/n."

A smile crawled on your lips at his sincerity, "and I accept you, harwin." Your hand slid up to curl around the back of his neck, "you're mine as I am yours."

Your lips collide as he stands up with you tugging away at his clothes while his hands wasted no time in sliding your gown off of your body before they hooked under your thighs, "I love you," he whispers breathlessly as he carried you over to your bed effortlessly, dropping you gently on the luxurious cushions,

"my beautiful princess," his huge palms cupping the swell of your breasts fully, "all mine to claim," he managed to say before his mouth descended upon your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple while his hand paid attention to the other one, rolling the bud in between his fingers and relishing in the soft gasps he pulled from you,

"mine to worship," he whispered into your skin, leaving a trail of feathery kisses down your torso, "and mine to destroy."

Harwin's thumb glossed over your glistening cunt, his other hand settling on your thigh in an attempt to hold your legs apart. But seeing how easily his fingers slid inside, he couldn't help but chuckle, "you're soaking the sheets, princess." The thought of being the first one to see you like this, to make you go crazy with desire, had blood rushing to his cock.

"Just fuck me, harwin," you breathe with an air of need, "calm down, I need to prepare you or I'll break you apart." His snicker only added more oil to the fire,

"I can take you." You sniped, holding his gaze in a challenge till he pulled his fingers out with a smirk only to replace them with the head of his cock lined up at your entrance,

"Are you sure about this?" He asked again, "yes, need you inside me," your lashes fluttered as you looked up at him, "please, harwin," even though your voice was barely audible, he heard it.

And oh did it make his reign of control snap, "fine," harwin said just before shoving his cock inside your tight little cunt,

"fuck!" You cried out, nails digging crimson crescents on his back as his muscles flexed under your very touch, "you alright, princess?" Concern spiked his tone as he halted in his movements, "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No," your teeth worried your lower lip cautiously, "you're too fuckin' big, 's all." The short chuckle you're met with makes you huff and slam your fists against his chest softly, "perhaps it will not be an appropriate time to say I told you so."

"Fuck," you curse under your breath as he shifts slightly due to the fits of his laughter, the movement causing both of you to groan as his cock stroked against your walls,

"fuck you and your," you paused to bite back a soft moan, "stupidly big cock," Harwin grinned at your words, "that's what you're currently doing, princess."

He pulled out almost all the way, leaving just his tip inside before thrusting back in, your slick helping him slide in effortlessly while your back arched with his name on your lips as he fucked you, "for what it's worth, you're doing really well for your first time,"

The burn of being stretched set your nerves alight, "shut up and fuck me," you hiss, tears welling up in your eyes as your cunt clenched tight around him, desperate for more. The glassy look in your eyes made something snap inside your knight, "as my lady wishes,"

Rolling his hips into yours, he rasped, voice thick with lust, "I will fuck you till i am all that remains in your mind," he spoke in a deep grunt as he thrust inside your pussy, hard.

Your pussy flutters around his length with a breeze of moan falling from your lips. Harwin leans over to take your trembling lips in a kiss, "you're gorgeous."

His balls slapped against your skin while the wet squelches of your cunt sucking in his cock floods the room, "I cannot wait to see you coming undone beneath me," his hand grabs yours, intertwining your fingers with his as his hips snapped into yours at a steady pace.

Each drag of his cock settling heavy against your walls, the sheer girth of him making hot droplets of tears spill down your cheeks which harwin was quick enough to kiss away, "you are taking it so well," his whispers of praise had little moans rumbling at the back of your throat, "being so good for me,"

A strained chuckle was on his lips as you bucked up into his thrusts, "the princess wants more?" His inquiry was met with a hungry kiss as your fingers tangled in his brown curls and pulled him forward, "always." You whine, breathless, "I must abide by your order then," he picked up his pace, going deeper and harder with each thrust of his hips,

"You are mine," he couldn't help but grit out, the sudden image of daemon pulling you against his body with his hands all over you made his voice drop an octave, "not Daemon's, not anyone else's,"

"All yours," you comfort him, tugging on his hair and biting on his lower lip, "fill me up, harwin." His eyes widened in slight shock before a grin spread on his lips.

His forehead dropped on yours as his thrusts grew sloppy, deep grunts mixing with your moans as you both neared your high,

"harwin," you came with his name rolling off your tongue in a desperate plea while he almost growled, his chest vibrating with the animalistic sound as his hot cum filled up your twitching cunt. Dropping beside you, harwin heaved.

A silence dawning upon you two as you caught your breath before harwin turned towards you with a warm smile,

"marry me, princess."

Parasite Eve

Q is for Question

When a patrol goes wrong, you realize you have to ask Joel the most important question of all…

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader 

Warnings: Angst, gore-ish, feelings - so many feelings, mercy killings.  Additional Notes: Yes, the title is from Bring Me the Horizon lmao. Again, special thanks to my pal @detectivebarba for the idea. <3 If you'd like, recommended listening for this fic is Paralysed by Jamie Campbell Bower.

All it takes is a second.

One single second of you taking the wrong step, entering the wrong building, trusting the wrong person, and it’s over. You’ve always been careful, unstoppable. Today shouldn’t have been any different. After all, you were with Joel, the only person you truly trusted. And you were on the trail by the creek, the one you’re incredibly familiar with. It should have been easy like it always is. But all it took was one second. One. Stupid. Second.

It happened so fast that it felt like you were moving in slow motion. You rounded the corner while glimpsing back at Joel with a striking smile. And as soon as your eyes met, you felt it. A sharp pain in your shoulder that could have been prevented.

The feeling terrified you, but it was the look in Joel’s eyes that had you in tears. The joy within them died as horror took over, consuming his entire being, suffocating him as he pulled his gun from his holster and aimed it at the creature right behind you. He shot without hesitation, making you shake with uncertainty. And now, as he carries you back to Jackson, you can still hear the ringing in your ears.

Your mind clouds with a thousand and one thoughts, and you can’t hear Joel whispering positive affirmations in your ear. He’s holding you so tightly, but he sounds a million miles away. You can’t process anything he says to you. All you can do, really, is stare into his distressed hazel eyes, thinking about how beautiful they are; how beautiful he is. Something you should have told him more.

“Joel,” you say faintly, your trembling hands reaching for the collar of his shirt. “I…” You get cut off as the pain in your shoulder burns through your body. Your fingers clench against Joel’s chest as you wail out in agony. The sound is enough to crack Joel’s heart in half. He has to choke back his tears as he carries you home. He needs to be strong for you.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he whispers, but you don’t hear it, too focused on the stinging that numbs you over. The way Joel holds you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt from another human before. It’s silly, but you feel safe. You feel protected even though you know there’s nothing he can do to save you.

Exhaustion hits you quickly. The adrenaline once pulsing through your veins has ceased, leaving you nothing but a drained shell of a person. Because of this, you can feel yourself dozing off in Joel’s arms. His voice is delicate and soothing, lulling you to sleep as his body heat seeps through his clothes and yours, alleviating your nerves.

When you come to, you find yourself in Joel’s bed. The wound on your shoulder has been cleaned and bandaged and Joel sits in the bed next to you, carefully playing with your hair. His face holds such adoration, but the smile on his lips is somber.

“Joel,” your voice cracks as you push yourself up. He frets over you in an instant, attempting to force you back down, keeping you safe and warm under the blankets where nothing can hurt you.

“Hey, what are you doin’?” He questions quietly, large hands gently grabbing you by the arms to keep you still. “You need to rest. Don’t get up. Whatever you need, I can get it for you,” he tells you with worry.

You sigh and reach a hand out to him, lacing your fingers affectionately. His body melts at your touch and you can hear his breathing pick up. Looking at him, you can see the tears threatening to break and cascade down his face. Oh, if he only knew the way you love him. The way you’ll always love him. If that was enough to save you, to save him…

“I don’t need anything,” you whisper, holding his hand. “I just wanted to tell you--”

“You don’t need to tell me anything,” he grunts, squeezing your fingers between his. “You’re fine,” he scoffs, swallowing down the lump in his throat, ignoring the vicious burn. “You…you’re perfect,” he says.

“Joel, please,” you croak, feeling your own heart shatter. He’s so stubborn, you know he’s trying to be brave. He’s in denial. But you have to say your piece before it’s too late. He needs to hear your words. They’ll be all he has left. “I have to.”

He shakes his head, turning away from you, the pain in his chest flaring through the cracks and sticking to him like glue. “Baby,” he warns, the shaking in his voice is prevalent, making it that much harder.

“I love you,” you tell him. “I love you so much. You have no idea.” Your lip trembles as warm tears spill down your cheeks. “You saved me in so many ways, Joel. And I will never be able to repay you for that, but I need you to know that I love you. That I love you now, and I will love you forever. In this life and the next.”

“Stop,” he warns again, but you see the dam begin to crumble. It’s going to hurt. Saying goodbye to him is going to hurt more than any of the pain you’ve experienced in this shitty world. But you have to while you still can. Before you lose your mind.

Ignoring his protests, you sit up in his bed, wincing at the soreness in your shoulder. He watches you with fearful eyes. But you push him back against the headboard and crawl into his lap. His arms wrap around you in an instant, holding you as close as he can, leaving zero space between your warm bodies.

“This is no one’s fault,” you say clearly. “Accidents happen. Luck can’t last forever.” Joel’s arms stiffen, his bone-crushing strength taking over as you speak the words he does not want to hear. “You can’t go back to your old ways, Joel, okay?” You weep as you think of past Joel and the loss he’s suffered. You’ll be damned if he turns into that man again. “Ellie needs you. Tommy needs you. This town needs you. Please don’t lose yourself.”

“I’m fine,” he mumbles, heart beating rapidly, you can feel the vibrations against your own. His hot breath crashes over your face, his plump lips pursed and face stoic. “I’m fine because you’re fine,” he shrugs as if it’s just a scratch. “You’re fine,” he repeats.

Maybe it’s because you never expected to last this long in this world, but you’ve accepted your fate quickly. You know what’s going to happen. In three days, you’ll be gone. You will be gone. And you know that.

But Joel refuses to accept that right now. He just can’t. You can’t leave him. How is he supposed to live without you?

“I’m not,” you tell him, closing your eyes as you feel him brush over the bandage on your shoulder. “And I need… I need to ask you a question, Joel.”

“No,” he says quickly, harshly, shooting down your thoughts before you can even express them. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your wound, pretending it’s nothing. “Please.”

You know he’s in denial. And you know that if he keeps this up, he’ll never recover. But it’s still the first day. So you keep quiet and let Joel have this one. You don’t have the energy to argue, anyway.

He tilts his head to kiss you, and you jump back, keeping him at a distance. His forehead creases, looking at you with a pout. “Don’t,” you tell him.

“Let me fucking kiss you,” he demands. He grabs your chin, tugging you closer, but you wiggle away. You’re afraid. You don’t know how this works. What if you infect him with a silly kiss? No, that’s not an option. But Joel won’t hear your protests. “I want to risk it,” he urges. “I’m not going to spend this time without kissing you. Are you insane?”

You want to fight him. Tell him you can’t put him in that position. But with the way he’s looking at you, silently begging for you to give yourself to him, you find that you cannot say no.

“Okay,” you whisper, kissing his lips softly. He lets out a long sigh, kissing you back, his hands reaching up, fisting handfuls of your hair to keep you as close as possible. His lips shake as he kisses you like his life depends on it, like it’ll be the last time he gets to taste you. Your chest feels heavy as he whimpers against you.

You’ll miss these lips. You’ll miss his hands and the way they hold you. You’ll miss his voice and the sounds he makes. His face, his humor, his love…fuck, you’ll miss it all. So you have to savor every last second with him, every touch, every word.

That night, you don’t talk much. You let your bodies say what your words can’t. And when you’re done, you hold each other close. Ignoring the pain for the time being.

The next morning when you wake up, you’re surprised Joel isn’t beside you. For a second, you think maybe you’ve been stuck in a wicked nightmare. But then you shift around in the bed and place your feet on the cold floor. The aches flood through your limbs to your bones, and you glance over to your shoulder. The bandage is still there, glaring at you, mocking you.

“Joel?” You call out into the empty room. Your body feels stiff as you stand, sore joints pulsing with each move you make. You grab Joel’s sweatshirt from the chair beside the bed and slip it on to keep you warm. You pad out of the room, down the stairs, calling out for him again. “Joel? Are you here?”

The house is eerily quiet as you search the rooms for your love, sadness washing over you at the thought of him leaving you alone. With what little time you have together, you’d think he’d want to spend every minute at your side. But maybe he’s that deeply in refusal. The thought eats away at you until you hear the back door open and close.

Relieved, you scurry to the back of the house and peer around the corner and down the hall at the noise. Your worries fade as Joel’s face comes into view. He smiles at you, slipping off his boots and leaving them by the door before crossing to where you wait.

“Good morning, darlin’,” he coos, grabbing your face in his hands. He kisses your nose, then your cheeks, then your lips. “How are you feeling?” He asks. “Did you sleep okay? You were out for a while. I wanted to be back before you woke up. I went to the greenhouse to grab some fresh fruit. Thought I’d make us a nice breakfast.”

“I’m okay,” you say, being as truthful as you can be. You don’t look great, and you feel sick. But all things considered, you’re okay. “I mean, as okay as I can be,” you add.

“That’s good,” Joel nods, ignoring the worried look on your face. There’s no time for that. It’s day two. And although he’s done a pretty good job of denying your fate, he still wants to make the most of your time together. So he acts like everything is normal. For his sake, and yours. “Are you hungry?”

To be honest, you’re not sure how to answer that question. You don’t necessarily have hunger pains, but you have discomfort. You’re not sure how eating would go over, but for Joel, you’re willing to try. He went through the effort to plan a nice breakfast for you two. You have to accept. You want to.

“Sure,” you smile, stepping into him and sliding your arms around his middle. You hug him tight, the knots in your stomach coming undone as you feel safe in his grasp. He smiles at your snuggles, kissing the top of your head, holding you close. You feel so good in his arms. Fuck, you fit him so well.

He could hold you forever - he would. No one will ever take your place. You’re it for him.

Before he lets his emotions get the best of him, he untangles his arms from you and heads towards the kitchen. He has to keep himself together as he pulls out ingredients he can use to make some type of pancakes. Your favorite food.

It’s quiet as he gets to work, both of you afraid to break the silence. There’s so much to say, but you don’t dare to start. And Joel doesn’t have the capacity to listen. It’s like when a pet is sick, and you know the time has come to put them down. The best - sometimes only - friend you’ve ever had has to leave you. So you spend their last few moments spoiling them, showing them how much you’re going to miss them.

Joel refuses to acknowledge it, but it’s eating away at him. If he can pretend hard enough, maybe it’ll come true. Maybe you’ll wake up tomorrow and be all better. Maybe a miracle will happen and you’ll turn out just like Ellie… Wouldn’t that be funny?

He chances looking at you, stomach dropping as he sees how fragile you are. Your skin is already paling, color draining from your lips, eyes dull. A stark contrast to how vibrant you usually are, always lighting up a room with your smile, bringing joy to everyone with your laugh. It’s not you. You aren’t…you.

This house, he thinks as he looks around, is too big for just him. How is he supposed to stay here when you’re gone? Living in the darkness, in the empty shadows of you. You and Ellie, you are his reason for breathing. How will he carry on when part of him dies?

His throat tightens as the thought passes. Images of Sarah dying in his arms resurface, flashbacks of that horrific night present themselves like a familiar movie. He can’t pause, he can’t stop it. They come at him in bursts until his fingers are shaking.

“Joel,” you whisper, gingerly wrapping your weak hand around his wrist. He doesn’t waste a second, turning around and throwing himself into your arms. You gasp, bringing your hands to rest against his back and pulling him into you.

He's such a great, powerful man, you can barely hold him together. But he buries his face in your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin. And you embrace him harder, digging your fingers into his shoulder blades. You bite your lip to hold in your screams, but fuck, it’s killing you.

“I love you,” you hear him whisper, his warm lips kiss up your neck, desperate and feverish. He pulls back just enough so that his forehead presses against yours, taking your hands in his, and bringing them to his lips. He kisses your fingers, your knuckles, before placing them over his heart. His eyes glisten as they peer into yours. “I love you,” he repeats.

You nod, softening at his touch. His long fingers brush away the tears that stream down your face before cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing your lips. It’s just as passionate as the first time he kissed you, and just as meaningful as all the ones since.

“I’m always going to be here,” you tell him, knocking your hand upon his chest. “When you’re asleep, you’ll find me waiting for you. Whenever you feel alone, I’ll be around. Until we meet again, yeah?”

“Please don’t leave me,” he mewls in a voice so faint you think you’re hallucinating. “I can’t do this without you,” he admits solemnly.

“You can,” you say softly. “You’ve done it before and you can do it again.”

“Baby,” he whines, grabbing fistfuls of your clothes, bringing you into him. You aren’t close enough. He won’t be satisfied until you’re attached to him.

“I have to ask it, Joel,” you start, but he literally growls and pulls you back harshly. You frown at his anguish, knowing this is the last thing he wants to discuss, but holy shit, you need it. If he loves you at all, he’ll let you ask this fucking question. “Please, just listen to me, damn it!”

He’s taken aback by your outburst, and guilt settles within his gut. He doesn’t mean to make this harder for you, and maybe he’s being selfish, but you’re the fucking love of his life, his best friend, his person. What you’re about to ask of him is dreadful.

“I’m not going to turn into one of those fucking things,” you say sharply. “I won’t, Joel. And as someone you love, you have to make sure I don’t. Okay? Don’t let that happen to me! Please, please?” Your breathing picks up and Joel sees you’re on the verge of a panic attack. Fuck, did he cause this? This is the last thing you need.

“Shhh,” Joel coos as he sweeps your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m sorry.” He inwardly curses himself for getting you worked up, putting you through more unnecessary pain. “I… I’ll do it…” he says, but it’s unconvincing. It’s just so you’ll shut up and stop talking about it.

For now, it’s good enough. It’s still early, and Joel has your whole day planned. You want to enjoy whatever he has for you and not fight.

So you let him make you your favorite breakfast. He makes a mixed fruit salad and squeezes you fresh juice. Because it’s what you deserve.

You eat together with Joel taking the time to feed you a few bites before you can’t contain your giggles anymore. He does everything he can to keep you smiling. And he talks to you as if nothing is wrong. As if you’ll be just fine. He treats it like any other day.

After you eat, you walk through Jackson hand-in-hand. He lets you say your goodbyes, mortifying Tommy and Maria, breaking Ellie’s heart. It’s a struggle to get away from them, as they don’t want to let you go. But they can see how much Joel needs you. And they won’t get in the way.

When you’ve said what you wanted to say and done the things you’ve wanted to do, Joel leads you back to your favorite place behind the walls. A giant oak tree you frequently visit to enjoy the sunshine and the sounds or to sit under when you want to read in solitude. It’s the place where Joel first kissed you, where he told you about his daughter, where you told him you loved him.

It’s the perfect place for you to rest. And Joel joins you, his back against the bark while you relax in his arms. He sings you your favorite songs and kisses your face when you shiver in pain. He lightly brushes over your bandage, repeating to himself that it’s just a scratch.

You’re so beautiful. The sun shines through your hair, casting a golden glow over your silky strands. He loves to just run his fingers through your hair, feeling the soft tresses slip through his fingertips, hearing you moan as he touches you. It’s one of his favorite things.

And the way you look right now frightens him. But fuck, you’re still the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. Your plush lips still put him in a trance as you speak. And when you blink your eyes and look up at him through fluttering lashes, his heart flutters. How can you just leave him like this?

“Christ, I need to finish teaching you how to play the guitar…” He mutters as this realization hits him. “I should run back and grab it, or find Ellie’s.” He’s frantic as he thinks about the things you still have to achieve. He should have made more time for you.

“Relax,” you breathe, placing your palms over his thighs. He stops fidgeting when you touch him, doing whatever you say. “You’ve taught me well,” you chuckle lightly. “I could probably play an entire song now. Even better than you.”

“Is that so?” He snorts, his deep voice sending goosebumps down your spine. “Alright, pretty girl. Tell me what song you’d play?”

“Crystal by Stevie Nicks,” you say proudly, turning your head to smile at him. For a second, your vision gets fuzzy, Joel’s face distorting into unfamiliar shapes, and panic sets in. But the feeling fades as you blink away the stinging sensation. His gorgeous features come back into view.

It’s starting, you think. You want to distance yourself from Joel, but you know he won’t have it. No more kissing, though. That’s for sure.

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” He asks tenderly, noticing your quick shift in emotions. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m just tired,” you mutter, closing your eyes when the burning sensation returns to them. You shake your head and lean into the man behind you, mentally trying to calm yourself down. “And I’m feeling a little warm,” you sigh.

Frowning, Joel brings his hand up, placing the back of it to your forehead. He almost jolts away at how strikingly hot you are. You’re sweaty, shaking, and his stomach turns. “Maybe we should head back inside,” he says.

“Okay,” you whisper, unable to argue. You let Joel lift you up, carrying you back to the house bridal style. Your pretty eyes flutter open and closed and he tries to keep up a strong front. But god, he’s ready to break. “Love you,” you mumble sluggishly through chapped lips.

“I love you,” Joel chokes out, clenching his jaw so he doesn’t give away his worries.

He makes it back to the house, carrying you upstairs and placing you safely in the bed. He’s attentive, bringing you water and cold cloths for your fever. He doesn’t sleep at all that night.

“You have to do it, Joel,” you whimper as you cry. The gun in your quivering hand taunts him, pleading with him to end your life. “I can’t turn,” you reiterate. “If you won’t do it…”

“Baby,” Joel grabs the hand holding the gun, pushing it down to your side. His eyes are red and puffy, twitching from the worry and lack of sleep. The misery in your face says it all, but how can he do it? How can he just fucking put you down? “Darlin’, I--”

“You promised me,” you hiss, shoving the gun into his chest. “You swore to me at the very beginning, that if something ever happened… You would do this for me. And I would do it for you!”

“I don’t want to!” Joel shouts as he grabs the gun. He waves it around maniacally, scaring you a little bit. You’re the one losing your mind, but he’s not faring well, either. “I can’t!”

You stare down each other, standing beneath your favorite oak tree. His chest rises and falls rapidly, anger and fear surging through his veins. You won’t even let him kiss you. He tried this morning, and you pushed him away. He went to check your bandage and the view of your skin, all red and black, crushed him. He has to pull himself out of that fantasy bubble now. Because this is it.

“You think I want this?” You speak softly. Your tenacious facade has finally withered. Your voice cracks as you cross to him, grabbing his handsome face in your hands. “I don’t want to die, Joel. I want to stay here with you. I love you!” You sob, curling your body into him. “I love you, I love you. I don’t want to leave you!”

“Fuck, baby girl,” Joel groans. His sturdy arms cover you, holding your small frame against him. He looks behind you, his heart sinking at the carved out initials in the tree bark. You did that this morning when you got back from the creek. Well, with your frail hands, Joel did it. You just told him what to write.

You look at him through your tears, laughing a little at how he probably looks just as distraught as you. You carefully touch his face, running your fingers over his scars one last time. The sickness within you is almost overwhelming. It’s time. It has to be.

“Joel,” you whisper. That question that’s been on the tip of your tongue rolls off with ease now that you can feel yourself deteriorate. “Will you end this? Kill me.”

Loud cries escape his throat and he clutches the gun until he can feel the coldness of it dig into his palm. His lips kiss you all over your face, whispering over and over how much he loves you. But you know this. Joel’s never been a man to show his emotions. But you’ve always known by his actions. And now, when he’s telling you that he wishes he would have said it more, you just have to assure him that it’s okay.

“I wish we had more time,” he gasps between broken sobs.

“Me too,” you mourn.

He places the cold metal to your temple, groans convulsing through his body. You can hear his whimpers, feel the unsteady beating of his heart. His arm holds you so tightly, it’s the only thing that’s calming your crazed brain. The gun cocks and you close your eyes, exhaling your final breaths. A serene emotion sweeps over you. And the last thing you hear in this cruel world is Joel’s loving voice.

“Sleep well, darling,” he sobs. “Find Sarah for me.”

Masterlist

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