AM I DREAMING?🌟

Pairing : Dean Di Laurentis x Fem!reader Warning : jealousy , possesive Dean, popular hockey boy x shy girl, accidental confession Word Count : 1,6k Summary : When Dean gets unexpectedly jealous at a Briar party and pulls you onto his lap in front of everyone, the line between friendship and something more suddenly disappears.

You hated Briar parties. Too loud. Too crowded. Too many drunk athletes screaming over terrible music.

Honestly, you would’ve stayed home if Dean hadn’t practically dragged you there himself.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he complained dramatically while walking backwards in front of you. “You can’t spend your entire Friday night hiding in your dorm.”

“Yes I can.”

Dean grinned immediately.

“Not anymore.”

Your stomach flipped stupidly. That happened a lot around Dean Di Laurentis. Which was unfortunate because Dean flirted with literally everyone.

Waitresses. Classmates. Random girls at parties.

Meanwhile you could barely survive eye contact with him.

“Relax,” he teased softly once you reached the crowded house. “I’ll protect you from the evil social interaction.”

You rolled your eyes, but still followed closely behind him inside. Dean noticed. He always noticed. That was the problem. People thought Dean was shallow because he joked constantly and flirted with everyone around him. But you knew better.

You noticed the little things:

how he always walked on the outside of sidewalks,

how he remembered your coffee order,

how he touched your lower back in crowded rooms without thinking,

how his eyes automatically searched for you first whenever he entered somewhere.

It was confusing.

Especially because Dean acted like you belonged to him half the time. Even though you definitely weren’t dating. Probably. Maybe. Honestly, you didn’t know anymore.

“Stay here,” Dean said while handing you a drink. “I’m grabbing Logan before he destroys someone at beer pong.”

You laughed quietly.

“Okay.”

“Don’t let anyone kidnap you while I’m gone.”

Heat rushed to your face immediately. Dean winked before disappearing into the crowd. You hated how easily he affected you. A few minutes later, you were standing awkwardly near the kitchen trying not to look completely uncomfortable. Bad idea. Because apparently standing alone at a party attracted attention.

“You look terrified.”

You looked up nervously to find a football player smiling down at you. Cute. Very tall.Definitely drunk.

“Oh,” you laughed weakly. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?” He leaned casually against the counter beside you. “You’ve been hiding over here all night.”

You smiled politely, unsure what to say. Social interaction was already hard enough. Flirting was worse.

“I’m Mason, by the way.”

You told him your name softly. Then immediately regretted it because his smile widened.

“Well,” Mason said, “you’re definitely the prettiest girl here.”

Your face burned.

“Oh, thank you.”

“You here with someone?”

Before you could answer, Mason’s hand landed lightly on your waist.

And suddenly,

“She’s sitting with me.”

The voice cut through the noise instantly. Your breath caught. Dean stood a few feet away staring directly at the football player.

And for once? Dean Di Laurentis wasn’t smiling. Your heartbeat immediately sped up.

Mason lifted his hands awkwardly. “Dude, I was just talking to her.”

“Cool.” Dean walked forward slowly. “Now you’re done.”

The tension shifted instantly.

You stared at Dean in complete shock while Mason looked between both of you confused.

“Wait,” Mason frowned slightly. “Are you guys together?”

Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist without hesitation.

“She’s with me.”

The words hit your chest so hard it almost hurt. Mason looked uncomfortable immediately.

“My bad.”

Dean didn’t answer.

He just guided you away from the kitchen with his hand still firmly against your waist.

Your entire body felt warm where he touched you.

“What was that?” you whispered once you reached the living room.

Dean looked down at you innocently.

“What was what?”

“You basically threatened him.”

Dean scoffed.

“He was flirting with you.”

“And?”

“And I didn’t like it.”

The answer came too fast. Too honestly. Your heart nearly stopped. Dean seemed to realize what he’d admitted because his expression shifted slightly. But instead of taking it back… His hand tightened against your waist.

“You’re sitting with me,” he decided suddenly.

Before you could process the sentence, Dean dropped onto the couch and pulled you directly into his lap. Your entire brain short-circuited.

“Dean!”

He looked completely relaxed despite the fact that your heart was trying to kill you.

“What?”

“I can’t sit on your lap!”

“Too late.”

Around you, several hockey players immediately started staring. Logan nearly spit out his drink. Garrett looked deeply unimpressed.

And Allie whispered:

“Oh my God finally.”

Your face burned hotter. Dean only looked smug. One of his hands rested casually against your thigh while the other held his drink. Completely comfortable. Like this was normal. Meanwhile you could barely breathe.

“Dean,” you hissed quietly. “Everyone’s looking.”

“Let them.”

Your stomach flipped violently.

“How are you acting normal right now?”

He leaned closer slightly.

“I’m always normal.”

“You’re literally holding me hostage.”

Dean grinned lazily.

“Sweetheart, if I was holding you hostage, you’d know.”

Your brain stopped functioning. Absolutely stopped. And the worst part? You didn’t even want to move. Because sitting in Dean’s lap felt stupidly safe. Warm. His fingers absentmindedly traced circles against your leg while he talked to Garrett about hockey, completely unaware he was actively ruining your life.

Or maybe he was aware. That was somehow worse.

“You’re quiet,” Dean murmured eventually, looking down at you.

“I wonder why.”

He laughed softly.

Cute.

Dean Di Laurentis was annoyingly cute.

Which felt deeply unfair considering he looked like that and had the personality of a menace.

“You okay?” he asked more gently.

The softness in his voice caught you off guard. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah.”

Dean studied your face for a second too long. Then his thumb brushed absentmindedly against your thigh. Your pulse jumped instantly. And suddenly something shifted. The teasing atmosphere faded slightly.

Now it was just:

Dean looking at you,

your body pressed against his,

and way too much tension between both of you.

“You know,” Dean said quietly, “I really hated watching him flirt with you.”

Your breath caught.

“Dean…”

“I’m serious.”

His expression softened completely now. No jokes. No flirting. Just honesty. And somehow that terrified you more.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” Dean admitted softly. “Or touched you.”

Your heart pounded painfully.

“Why?”

The question slipped out before you could stop it.

Dean stared at you silently for a second.

Then laughed quietly to himself.

“Jesus Christ.”

“What?”

“You seriously don’t know?”

Your stomach twisted.

“Know what?”

Dean looked almost frustrated now.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, “I’ve been obsessed with you for months.”

Silence. Complete silence. The party noise faded into background static. You stared at him, convinced you misheard.

“What?”

Dean’s hand moved carefully to your waist again.

“You think I drag you to parties because I enjoy watching you avoid eye contact with everyone?”

Heat rushed violently to your face.

“You flirt with everybody,” you whispered.

Dean immediately shook his head.

“Not like this.”

Your chest tightened painfully.

“Then what is this?”

Dean smiled softly.

“This,” he murmured while pulling you slightly closer, “is me losing my mind over one shy girl.”

Your heart completely melted. And suddenly everything made sense. The constant attention. The touching. The jealousy. The way Dean always looked at you like you were something precious.

“Oh,” you whispered.

Dean laughed quietly.

“Yeah. Oh.”

You stared at him nervously.

“So…” Your voice came out tiny. “You like me?”

Dean looked genuinely offended.

“Baby, I’m one bad day away from writing poetry about you.”

A startled laugh escaped you instantly. Dean smiled immediately like hearing you laugh was his favorite thing in the world. God. You were so done for.

“You know what the worst part is?” you admitted quietly.

“What?”

“I think I liked when you got jealous.”

Dean froze for half a second. Then a dangerously smug grin appeared on his face.

“Oh, you’re into possessive behavior?” he teased.

Your eyes widened immediately.

“No!”

Dean laughed loudly while your face burned alive.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“You’re horrible.”

“And yet,” he murmured while leaning closer, “you’re still sitting in my lap.”

Your breath caught instantly. Because he was right. You hadn’t moved once. Not even a little. Dean’s eyes flickered briefly toward your lips. Then back up again.

“You wanna know something?” he asked softly.

“What?”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the second week I knew you.”

Your heartbeat became unbearable.

“Dean…”

“Tell me to stop.”

But the problem was… You really, really didn’t want him to stop. So instead, you whispered:

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

Dean stared at you for half a second before kissing you immediately.

Warm. Confident. Perfect.

One hand settled against your waist while the other tilted your chin upward carefully, like he wanted to make absolutely sure you felt everything behind the kiss. And honestly? You thought Dean flirting was dangerous. Kissing him was worse. When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathing hard. Dean rested his forehead lightly against yours.

“Well,” he murmured lazily, “that’s gonna make parties way more interesting.”

You laughed softly despite yourself. Across the room, Garrett looked exhausted already. Logan looked deeply entertained. And Dean? Dean looked ridiculously pleased with himself.

“Still hate parties?” he whispered.

You glanced at him before smiling shyly.

“Maybe not this one.”

Dean grinned immediately before kissing your forehead. Then, because he was incapable of behaving normally for even five seconds, he looked around the room proudly and announced:

“Everybody relax. She likes me back.”

You immediately hid your face in his shoulder while the hockey team erupted into chaos.

Pairing : Beau Maxwell x fem!reader Warning : fluff, mutual pining, late night intimacy, insomnia, one bed trope, soft beau, kissing... word count : 6.2k Summary : After another sleepless night during finals week, Beau lets you stay in his dorm “just this once” but sharing a bed with your best friend starts feeling a little too real.

Being Beau Maxwell’s girlfriend was exhausting.

Not because Beau himself was difficult — quite the opposite, actually.

The problem was that your boyfriend was:

the starting quarterback at Briar,

best friends with the hockey team,

and physically incapable of acting normal around you.

Which meant everyone knew exactly how obsessed he was with you.

Especially Dean Di Laurentis.

“Maxwell,” Dean groaned dramatically from across the cafeteria, “if you stare at her any harder, I’m calling campus security.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

Beside you, Beau didn’t even look embarrassed.

“She’s pretty,” he answered simply.

Dean slapped a hand against his chest. “Oh my God. I’m witnessing real love.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled immediately, face burning.

That only made Beau grin wider. God.

This was the issue. You were naturally quiet, shy around most people, the type who avoided attention whenever possible. Meanwhile Beau acted like loving you was his favorite hobby. He walked you to every class. Held your hand constantly. Kissed your forehead in public like it was instinct. Looked at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky. It should’ve embarrassed you. Instead, it made your heart feel dangerously full.

“You’re blushing again,” Dean pointed out smugly.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Unfortunately,” Beau added, stealing fries from Dean’s plate.

Dean gasped dramatically. “Betrayal.”

You laughed softly despite yourself, and Beau immediately looked at you like he’d just won the lottery.

The entire table noticed.

Dean gagged loudly.

“You two are disgusting.”

Finals week hit Briar like a truck. The football team was stressed. The hockey team was stressed. You were especially stressed. Mostly because no matter how exhausted you felt, your brain refused to shut off long enough to sleep. Which was exactly why you were awake at one in the morning sitting alone in the student center wrapped in Beau’s hoodie. Your eyes burned from exhaustion. At this point, you honestly felt miserable.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

Your head lifted immediately.

Beau stood a few feet away wearing sweatpants and a Briar football hoodie, hair messy like he’d just gotten out of bed.

Your chest softened instantly.

“How did you even find me?”

He shrugged casually while walking closer.

“You stopped answering my texts.”

You blinked.

“Oh.”

Concern immediately crossed his face.

“Baby.” His voice softened. “Have you slept at all?”

You looked away. That was enough of an answer. Beau sighed quietly before crouching in front of you. His hands settled gently on your knees.

“You should’ve called me.”

“I didn’t wanna bother you.”

The second the words left your mouth, Beau frowned.

“You could never bother me.”

Your heart squeezed painfully. He said things like that so naturally. Like loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

“I just can’t shut my brain off,” you admitted quietly. “Every time I try to sleep, I start thinking about exams and papers and—”

“Okay.” Beau stood suddenly before grabbing your bag from the floor. “You’re coming with me.”

You blinked rapidly.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“To your dorm?”

“Yeah.”

Your stomach flipped nervously. Beau noticed instantly. His expression softened.

“Hey.” He tilted your chin gently upward. “You know you’re always safe with me, right?”

God.

How was anyone supposed to survive a man like him?

You nodded quietly.

“Okay.”

Beau’s dorm room felt warm. Comfortable. A complete contrast to the cold panic that had been sitting in your chest all week. Football hoodies were thrown over his desk chair. His playbook sat open beside an unfinished protein shake.

It smelled like his cologne.

Which honestly made things worse.

Because you were already too in love with him.

“You can sleep here tonight,” Beau said softly while fixing the blankets on his bed.

Your pulse skipped.

“You don’t mind?”

He looked up immediately.

“Baby.” His expression turned almost offended. “I literally sleep better when you’re here.”

Your heart melted instantly.

“You say things like that way too casually.”

A grin appeared on his face.

“Only because I know it makes you blush.”

You hid your face in the sleeves of his hoodie while Beau laughed quietly. Cute. Your giant football-player boyfriend was ridiculously cute. Nobody would ever believe it. Especially because most people on campus only saw Beau Maxwell:

quarterback,

flirt,

sexy athlete.

But you saw the version of him nobody else really noticed. The soft one. The one who kissed your knuckles absentmindedly while studying film. The one who held your hand under tables.

The one who texted you:

did you eat today?

every single afternoon without fail.

“You’re staring again,” Beau said suddenly.

Your eyes widened.

“I was not.”

“You absolutely were.”

He stepped closer slowly, amusement glowing in his eyes.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

Heat flooded your face immediately. Beau smiled softly before brushing hair away from your face carefully. The gesture was so gentle it almost hurt.

“You’re tired,” he whispered.

“I know.”

“C’mere.”

Before you could react, Beau pulled you gently against his chest. Your entire body relaxed instantly. Safe. You always felt safe with him. His arms wrapped around you securely while your cheek rested against the fabric of his hoodie. And suddenly all the anxiety in your chest felt quieter.

“You okay?” he murmured against your hair.

You nodded slowly.

“Better.”

“Good.”

Silence settled between you both. Comfortable silence. The kind that only existed when two people knew each other completely.

Then, A loud knock hit the dorm door. Beau groaned immediately.

“Go away.”

The door swung open anyway. Dean Di Laurentis walked in carrying snacks. Then paused dramatically.

“Oh my God,” he whispered.

You immediately stepped away from Beau, embarrassed. Dean pointed accusingly.

“Did I interrupt football boyfriend cuddles?”

“Dean,” Beau warned.

“This is insane.” Dean looked genuinely emotional. “The quarterback is whipped.”

Beau rolled his eyes. “She hasn’t slept in days.”

Dean’s expression changed immediately. “Oh.” He looked at you softer then. “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded shyly. “Just stressed.”

Dean placed the snacks on Beau’s desk.

“Well.” He pointed at Beau. “This idiot has been worried all night.”

Beau groaned. “Dean.”

“No seriously.” Dean ignored him completely. “He literally almost fought someone earlier because they said you looked tired.”

Your eyes widened slowly.

“What?”

Beau looked suddenly very interested in the floor. Dean burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, you didn’t tell her?”

“Tell me what?”

Dean grinned wickedly.

“Our quarterback here is obsessed with you.”

“Okay, get out,” Beau snapped immediately.

Dean backed toward the door dramatically.

“You’re welcome!”

The door slammed shut. Silence. Then you looked up at Beau carefully.

“You almost fought someone?”

He looked embarrassed now. Which almost never happened.

“He was rude.”

A soft laugh escaped you.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” Beau muttered while stepping closer again. “But you love me.”

Unfortunately for your emotional stability… He was right. Your fingers curled lightly into the front of his hoodie.

“I do love you.”

The words came out quieter than expected. Real. Beau froze instantly. Not because you’d never said it before. But because every single time, it still affected him. His entire expression softened like you’d just handed him the universe.

“Come here,” he whispered.

Then he kissed you slowly. Soft. Careful. Like he wanted you to feel every ounce of love behind it. One of Beau’s hands settled against your waist while the other cupped your cheek gently, keeping you close. And somehow, kissing him always felt like peace. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“You’re sleeping here tonight,” he murmured. “And I’m gonna hold you until you finally get some rest.”

Your chest ached.

“How are you real?”

Beau smiled lazily.

“Quarterback privilege.”

You laughed quietly while he guided you toward the bed. A few minutes later, you were curled against his chest beneath warm blankets while his fingers traced slow patterns against your back. The room was dark now. Quiet. And for the first time all week, your body finally started relaxing.

“You sleepy?” Beau whispered.

“Mm.”

“Told you I could fix you.”

You snorted softly. “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah,” he said proudly. “But I’m your annoying boyfriend.”

Your eyes drifted closed while Beau pressed one last kiss against your forehead. And honestly? Maybe being loved by Beau Maxwell was the safest thing in the world.

Pairing : Allie Hayes x fem! reader Word Count : 1,6 K Warning : best friend to lovers, college Au , Jealousy, fluff , little agst.. Summary : When Allie suddenly gets jealous at a party and claims you as hers, you both start realizing your friendship might have never been just friendship after all.

The first time someone asked if you and Allie were dating, you laughed so hard you nearly spilled your coffee. The second time, you rolled your eyes. By the fiftieth time? You stopped knowing what to say.

Because maybe maybe there was a reason everyone at Briar looked at the two of you like that.

Maybe best friends weren’t supposed to sit with their thighs pressed together at parties.

Maybe best friends weren’t supposed to fall asleep tangled up in the same bed almost every night.

Maybe your heart wasn’t supposed to race every single time Allie smiled at you across a crowded room.

But none of that mattered.

Because Allie was your best friend.

And if you thought too hard about the way she looked in your hoodies or how soft her voice got when she was tired, you were pretty sure you’d lose your mind.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You blinked. Allie stood in front of your desk with her arms crossed, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“You’ve been staring at me for like five minutes.”

Heat rushed to your face instantly.

“I was not.”

“Mhmm.” She grinned. “You totally were.”

You hated how pretty she looked when she teased you.

Messy blonde hair. Oversized Briar hockey sweatshirt. Tiny gold hoops in her ears. Completely unfair.

“You’re obsessed with me,” she added dramatically.

You snorted. “Please. Your ego is insane.”

“And yet you still love me.”

The words hit harder than they should have.

Your chest tightened before you forced yourself to laugh lightly.

“Unfortunately.”

Allie beamed before throwing herself onto your bed beside you. The mattress dipped under her weight, and suddenly her leg was pressed against yours, warm and familiar. Dangerous. You tried not to think about how easy it would be to lean over and kiss her. That thought had been happening more often lately. Way more often.

“You’re staying over tonight, right?” she asked absentmindedly while scrolling through her phone.

“Obviously.”

“Good. I hate sleeping alone.”

Your stomach flipped stupidly. God. This was becoming a problem.

Friday night parties at Briar were always chaos. Music shaking the walls. Hockey players yelling over each other. Too many people packed into one house. Normally, you and Allie stayed attached at the hip the entire night. But tonight she kept getting pulled away by different people, leaving you alone in the kitchen with a warm drink and a weird feeling in your chest.

“You look miserable.”

You glanced up to find a guy smiling at you from across the counter. Cute. Tall. Probably athletic.

“Do I?” you laughed.

“A little.”

“I’m just waiting for my friend.”

His smile widened slightly. “Boyfriend?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but paused. Because somehow saying no felt strange.

“No,” you finally said. “Just my best friend.”

The guy hummed like he didn’t entirely believe you.

“I’m Mason.”

You introduced yourself politely, trying not to glance around the room searching for blonde hair and bright eyes.

Mason leaned against the counter casually. “So if your friend isn’t your boyfriend…”

Before he could finish, his hand landed lightly on your waist. And suddenly...

“She’s with me.”

The voice cut through the noise sharply.Your breath caught instantly.

Allie stood a few feet away staring directly at Mason, her expression unreadable. No. Not unreadable. Jealous. The realization hit so hard it nearly knocked the air out of you.

Mason lifted his hands awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t know..”

“It’s fine,” Allie interrupted.

But her voice was tight.

Controlled.

She walked forward before gently grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward her side without another word.

Your entire body short-circuited.

Because Allie was touching you differently tonight.

Not casually.

Not thoughtlessly.

Possessively.

You could practically feel Dean staring from somewhere across the room losing his absolute mind.

“Al…” you whispered once Mason disappeared.

“Come upstairs with me.”

Your heart skipped.

“What?”

“Please.”

Something in her voice made you follow her instantly.

The bedroom upstairs was quiet compared to the chaos below. The second the door shut behind you, silence wrapped around both of you.

Allie finally let go of your hand. Neither of you spoke. You stared at each other across the room, tension so thick it almost hurt. Then finally.

“What was that downstairs?” you asked softly.

Allie looked away immediately. “Nothing.”

“You looked ready to kill him.”

“He was touching you.”

The answer came too fast. Too honest. Your stomach twisted violently.

“Allie…”

She started pacing suddenly, frustrated energy radiating off her.

“I know this is stupid.”

“What is?”

“This.” She gestured between you both helplessly. “Whatever the hell this is lately.”

Your heartbeat started pounding harder.

“What do you mean?”

Allie laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it.

“You seriously haven’t noticed?”

The room felt too small now.

Too warm.

“No,” you lied.

Her eyes met yours again, and suddenly she looked terrified.

“I hated seeing him touch you.”

Your breath caught.

“I hated the way he looked at you.” Her voice cracked slightly. “And I know I shouldn’t care this much because you’re my best friend, but lately every time someone flirts with you I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Every word wrapped tighter around your chest.

Because this couldn’t be happening.

Not really.

“You’re my person,” Allie whispered. “And I don’t know when that stopped feeling platonic.”

Silence. Heavy. Crushing silence. You could hear your own heartbeat. Allie shook her head quickly, already stepping back.

“Forget it. Seriously. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

She moved toward the door.

Panic exploded inside you instantly.

“Don’t.”

She froze.

You crossed the room before you could lose your nerve, fingers wrapping carefully around her wrist. The second she looked at you again, everything inside you shattered. Because she looked scared. Like she thought she’d ruined everything.

“You wanna know something really pathetic?” you whispered.

Allie swallowed hard. “What?”

“I think I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Her entire expression changed. Slowly. Carefully. Hope replacing fear.

“You have?”

You laughed nervously. “Allie, I literally compare everyone to you.”

She stared.

“I try to flirt with other people and then they laugh wrong or say something dumb and suddenly I just…” You exhaled shakily. “I just wish I was with you instead.”

“All this time?” she asked quietly.

“Yes.”

The word barely came out above a whisper. Allie looked completely wrecked by the confession.

“So we’re both idiots,” she murmured.

You laughed softly. “Seems like it.”

Then she stepped closer. Close enough that you could feel her breath. Close enough that your brain completely stopped functioning.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked carefully.

The question alone nearly killed you.

“Yes.”

Allie kissed you like she was scared you’d disappear. Slow at first. Hesitant. Then suddenly her hand cupped your cheek, and everything changed. The kiss deepened, instantly warm and overwhelming and terrifying in the best possible way.

You grabbed the front of her sweatshirt without thinking, pulling her closer as months of hidden feelings finally crashed between you both. And somehow, kissing Allie felt exactly like coming home. When she pulled away, both of you were breathing hard.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

You laughed shakily. “Yeah.”

Her forehead rested against yours.

“We really suck at being just friends.”

A soft laugh escaped you.

“Dean is never going to shut up about this.”

Allie groaned immediately. “He’s going to be unbearable.”

As if summoned by the universe itself, the bedroom door suddenly burst open.

Dean stood there holding two drinks.

He looked at your flushed faces.

At the way your hands were still tangled together.

Then his jaw dropped dramatically.

“OH MY GOD.”

You immediately hid your face in Allie’s shoulder while she yelled, “Dean, get out!”

“I KNEW IT,” he screamed.

“You’re so annoying,” Allie groaned.

Dean pointed at both of you like a proud parent.

“This is my greatest accomplishment.”

“You literally had nothing to do with this.”

“I emotionally supported the process.”

You burst out laughing while Allie threw a pillow directly at his face. Dean dodged it easily before backing toward the hallway dramatically.

“Congratulations on finally realizing you’re in love with each other!”

The door slammed shut again.

Silence. Then you and Allie both dissolved into laughter. Real laughter this time. The kind that made your chest ache. When things finally quieted, Allie looked at you softly almost carefully.

“So…” she whispered.

“So?”

Her fingers intertwined with yours. “Girlfriend?” Your heart melted instantly. You smiled so hard it hurt. “Yeah,” you whispered back. “I’d really like that.”

Allie kissed you again before smiling against your lips. And honestly? Maybe everyone at Briar had been right all along. Maybe you and Allie were never supposed to stay just best friends.

PAIRING: Egg x Dunk’s Sister (Fraternal / Growing Bond) WORDCOUNT: ~1600 words TAGS / WARNINGS: #Fluff #SiblingEnergy #FriendlyCompetition #TourneyAshford #HorseTraining #InnocentBond #LightAngst #DunkAndEgg SUMMARY: After the first joust at Ashford, Egg and Dunk’s sister slip away to the camp where the trio sleeps. There, with Thunder, they begin a playful training session that quickly turns into a friendly competition. Between laughter, teasing, and determination, their bond grows stronger than ever.

The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly across the Ashford fields when the first joust ended. The clash of lances, the thunder of hooves, the cheers it all lingered in the air like the last sparks of a fire.

Egg could barely contain himself.

“Did you see the way he leaned before impact?” he said breathlessly, practically bouncing as he walked beside Dunk’s sister. “If he had adjusted his balance just a little more ”

She laughed softly. “You sound like you were the one riding.”

“I will be,” Egg said quickly, lifting his chin with stubborn pride.

They had slipped away from the spectators once the crowd shifted toward the next match. Dunk was busy speaking to another hedge knight, leaving the two of them free to wander back toward the modest camp where the trio slept.

Thunder, Dunk’s massive warhorse, stood tied near their tent, lazily flicking his tail.

The moment Thunder saw them approach, he huffed softly.

Egg’s eyes lit up.

“Can we?” he asked eagerly.

She tilted her head, pretending to consider it seriously. “Only if you don’t fall and embarrass yourself.”

“I never fall.”

“You fell yesterday.”

“That was different.”

She grinned.

“Oh? And how exactly was it different, Your Grace?” she teased softly, knowing full well he stiffened whenever she joked about his secret title.

Egg blushed faintly. “Don’t call me that.”

“Then don’t act like it.”

He huffed but he was smiling.

They approached Thunder together. She stroked the horse’s neck gently.

“Easy, Thunder,” she murmured. “We’re borrowing you.”

Egg moved to the other side, trying to mirror her calm confidence.

“You’re too stiff,” she observed. “Horses feel that.”

“I am not stiff.”

“You look like you’re about to charge into battle.”

“Well… maybe I am.”

She rolled her eyes playfully.

“First lesson: breathe.”

She stepped closer behind him, gently adjusting his shoulders. “Relax here. If you’re tense, Thunder will be tense.”

Egg swallowed, trying very hard not to freeze at the closeness.

He inhaled slowly.

Thunder snorted but remained calm.

“Better,” she said approvingly.

Egg’s chest puffed slightly.

“See? I told you.”

She smirked. “You needed me to tell you.”

He mounted first with effort. He was still small for his age, and Thunder was enormous. She steadied the stirrup for him.

Once seated, he looked proud beyond reason.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now,” she said, stepping back with her hands on her hips, “you try not to slide off.”

He glared down at her.

“I will not slide off.”

Thunder took a few steps as Egg gently urged him forward. The movement was heavier than a training pony powerful, commanding.

Egg’s face lit up.

“He listens!”

“Because he’s kind,” she corrected. “Not because you’re good.”

“I am good!”

“Oh?” She folded her arms. “Prove it.”

That was all it took.

Egg nudged Thunder into a slightly faster pace, circling around the camp area. Not fast enough to be dangerous but enough to feel thrilling.

“Careful!” she called. “You’re leaning too far forward!”

“I’m not!”

“You are!”

He adjusted immediately.

She smiled softly.

When he finally slowed, she approached again, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“My turn.”

Egg narrowed his eyes.

“You’ll fall.”

She gasped theatrically. “You dare?”

She mounted with far more ease than he had light and balanced. Thunder seemed to respond naturally to her.

Egg crossed his arms.

“That doesn’t count. You’re taller.”

“That’s not how horses work.”

She nudged Thunder forward, guiding him through a slow, controlled circle.

Egg watched carefully competitive fire sparking in his chest.

“Faster,” he challenged.

She glanced at him.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Her grin widened and Thunder moved into a quicker trot.

Egg’s competitive spirit ignited fully.

“That’s not even fast!”

“Oh? Then what is?”

She leaned slightly, adjusting her balance effortlessly.

Egg stepped closer, eyes sharp.

“If you were in a joust, you’d need stronger legs.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Is that so, little knight?”

He froze at the teasing tone.

“I’m not little.”

“You are.”

“I am not.”

She laughed and Thunder gave a stronger huff, sensing the energy.

“Alright,” she said, slowing the horse. “Let’s make this interesting.”

Egg’s eyes gleamed.

“How?”

“Balance challenge.”

She dismounted and handed him the reins.

“Stand in the stirrups while Thunder walks.”

Egg blinked.

“That’s dangerous.”

“You just said you never fall.”

He stared at her.

She tilted her head innocently.

Competitive silence.

Then,

“Fine.”

He climbed back up.

Thunder began walking slowly under her guidance.

Egg carefully rose in the stirrups, wobbling slightly.

She tried not to laugh.

“I’m steady,” he insisted.

“You’re shaking.”

“I am not shaking!”

Thunder shifted slightly.

Egg wobbled harder.

She reached instinctively, steadying his leg.

“Careful!”

He caught himself barely.

When he finally sat back down, breathless, she clapped once.

“Impressive.”

Egg blinked.

“Really?”

“Yes. You didn’t quit.”

That mattered more than winning.

He hesitated.

“Your turn.”

She smiled slowly.

“Oh?”

“You think you’re better.”

“I don’t think. I know.”

He scoffed but there was admiration in his eyes.

She mounted again and rose into the stirrups as Thunder walked.

She wobbled once.

Egg immediately stepped closer.

“See?”

She shot him a look.

“Quiet.”

Thunder flicked his ears.

She steadied herself but not as easily as she had hoped.

Egg grinned triumphantly.

“You’re shaking.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

The irony was not lost on either of them.

When she finally sat down again, slightly flushed, they stared at each other.

Then both burst into laughter.

Not mocking.

Not cruel.

Just pure, shared joy.

“You almost fell,” Egg said between breaths.

“You almost did too.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Neither did I.”

Competitive.

But kind.

Thunder snorted loudly, as if judging them both.

They took turns again pushing a little further each time. Faster circles. Sharper turns. Testing balance. Testing nerve.

Not reckless.

Just enough to feel brave.

Eventually they collapsed into the grass, side by side, Thunder grazing nearby.

Egg stared up at the sky.

“One day,” he said quietly, “I’ll ride in a real joust.”

She turned her head toward him.

“I know.”

“You don’t think I’m too small?”

She considered that.

“You are small.”

He groaned.

“But you’re stubborn. And you learn fast.”

He smiled faintly.

“That’s good?”

“That’s very good.”

A quiet breeze passed over them.

“You get competitive,” she added lightly.

“So do you.”

“I was testing you.”

“I was testing you.”

They both smiled again.

Egg turned slightly toward her.

“When you cheer for Ser Lyonel…” he began carefully, “…you don’t cheer that loud for me.”

She blinked with surprised.

“Egg…”

He looked away quickly.

“I’m not jealous.”

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not!”

She studied him for a moment.

Then she gently nudged his shoulder.

“You’re my little knight,” she said softly. “That’s different.”

He frowned slightly.

“Different how?”

“When I cheer for him, it’s for the show.”

She tapped his chest lightly.

“When I cheer for you, it’s because I believe you’ll get there.”

Egg went very still.

“Oh.”

Thunder shifted closer, lowering his head near them.

She smiled.

“You don’t need a crowd,” she added gently. “You just need someone who knows you can.”

Egg swallowed, eyes bright.

“I’ll beat you next time.”

She laughed.

“You can try.”

He turned on his side, propping himself up.

“Tomorrow. After the next joust.”

“You’re on.”

They shook hands dramatically as if sealing a knightly oath.

In the distance, the sound of the next match’s cheers rose again.

But here, near their small tent, it was quieter.

Safer.

Egg looked at her one last time before standing.

“I won today.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“I didn’t fall.”

She stood too, brushing grass from her skirt.

“Neither did I.”

He smirked.

“Rematch tomorrow.”

She smiled back.

“Rematch tomorrow.”

And as they led Thunder back toward the tethering post, both of them knew something had shifted , not into romance, not into rivalry .

But into something steady.

A bond built on laughter.

On competition without cruelty.

On belief.

And for the first time that day, Egg wasn’t thinking about princes, or tournaments, or other knights.

He was thinking about tomorrow.

And how he would stand taller.

Because she would be watching.

PAIRING: Egg x Dunk’s Sister (Fraternal / Protective) WORDCOUNT: 1500 words TAGS / WARNINGS: #FraternalBond #Targaryen #DunkAndEgg #Comfort #InnocentAffection #Angst #Trauma #SiblingLikeLove #Fanfic #TimidReader SUMMARY: Egg, young and overwhelmed by the cruelty of his older brother Aerion, finds solace in the company of Dunk’s sister. She comforts him, offering the warmth and care of a sibling he never truly had. Through laughter, small adventures, and quiet conversations, Egg begins to heal in the presence of someone who truly sees him.

The afternoon sun bathed the Ashford fields in soft gold, but Egg barely noticed. He sat on the edge of a small grassy slope, hands clenched, staring at the ground. The memories of Aerion’s harsh words and cruel teasing gnawed at him, making him feel small and powerless.

“You alright there, Egg?” a soft voice asked. He looked up, startled. Dunk’s sister was standing above him, the sunlight catching her hair.

Egg hesitated. “I… I’m fine…” he mumbled, but the quiver in his voice betrayed him.

She knelt down beside him, resting a hand gently on his shoulder. “No, you’re not. I can see it. Don’t try to hide it.”

Egg’s lip trembled. “It’s… Aerion… he… he’s always… mean to me. He says… things…” His words faltered as he tried to hold back tears.

Dunk’s sister gave him a small, comforting smile. “I understand,” she said softly. “Sometimes older siblings… they don’t realize how much their words hurt. But that’s not your fault, Egg. You’re brave, even when it feels like the world is against you.”

Egg’s eyes widened. No one had ever spoken to him like this before no one who truly cared. “You… you really think so?”

“I do,” she whispered. “You’re like a little brother I never had, and I promise I’ll always look out for you.”

For the first time in days, Egg felt a warmth spread through his chest. He managed a small smile, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease. “Thank you… for… being here.”

She nudged him gently. “Come on, enough sitting here moping. Let’s find some adventure, even if it’s just chasing butterflies.”

Egg laughed softly, the sound shaky but genuine. Together, they wandered through the fields near the tournament grounds, picking wildflowers and sharing small stories. She teased him gently, making him forget the weight of being a prince, of the expectations, and of Aerion’s cruelty.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of rose and gold, Egg rested his head against her shoulder. “I… I’ve never had a sister,” he admitted quietly.

“You have one now,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “And you always will, even if life gets hard or someone is cruel. I’ll be here.”

Egg closed his eyes, feeling safe for the first time in a long while. In that moment, the harsh world beyond Ashford seemed distant. He had Dunk’s sister his own little light, a companion who saw him as he truly was.

“Promise me… you won’t ever leave me alone,” he murmured.

“I promise,” she said softly. “You’re my little brother now. And little brothers are never left alone.”

As the torches flickered to life around the tournament grounds, Egg felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time: hope. With her by his side, he knew he could face whatever trials came his way. And for the first time, he allowed himself to believe that even in a world of cruelty, kindness and love sibling-like, gentle, and true could exist.

They stayed there in silence, watching the stars emerge one by one, a quiet understanding passing between them. Egg felt lighter, braver, and more himself than he had in months. For the first time, he wasn’t just a young Targaryen prince… he was a little brother with someone who truly cared.

A/N : Hre's my second imagine on Egg. I love him in the show I think in need a big sister that need to take care of him. I mean he had a Toxic brother ( Aerion ) , a drunk brother ( Daeron ) and his other brother ( Aemon) is now at the citadell to learn on how to become a maester. He has only two young sister to look after. I am so bad for him.

PAIRING: Egg x femReader ( dunk sister ) x slight Lyonel Baratheon WORDCOUNT: 1500 words TAGS / WARNINGS: #InnocentRomance #Targaryen #DunkAndEgg #LoveTriangle #Angst #Jealousy #Tourney #Commoner #Fanfic #TimidReader SUMMARY: Ten-year-old Egg never expected to be fascinated by his mentor Dunk’s sister, around fourteen. At the Ashford tournament, she offers a flower to Lord Lyonel Baratheon, surprising everyone. Egg feels an intense, innocent jealousy while Dunk reminds him, sarcastically, that he’s far too young to approach his sister.

The sun bathed the Ashford plains in golden light, banners fluttering in the breeze and the arena sand glowing warmly. The roar of the crowd mixed with the stamping of hooves and the clash of lances. Egg, barely ten, watched with wide eyes, awe and unease twisting inside him.

His attention, however, was not on the jousting knights. She was there, standing among the spectators : Dunk’s sister, shy yet radiant, holding a small basket of flowers for the tournament. Every smile she threw toward a knight made Egg’s chest tighten in a way he hadn’t expected.

Suddenly, Lord Lyonel Baratheon appeared, confident and flamboyant, drawing all eyes. Whispers ran through the crowd when he approached Dunk’s sister, a girl from the common folk. No one expected a renowned knight to request her as his “queen of love and beauty” for the tournament.

Blushing, she held out a flower delicately. “For your success, my lord…”

Lyonel accepted it with a charming smile. “Thank you… you have excellent taste.” He placed a small flower crown upon her head, and the spectators murmured in surprise. Egg felt a pang of jealousy.

“Why her…” he muttered under his breath, clenching his small fists.

Dunk, standing beside him, shot a sarcastic glance. “Egg, you’re far too young to make even the tiniest approach toward my sister, you know…”

Egg turned red and looked away. “I… I didn’t mean to…”

“Hmph,” Duncan continued with a smirk. “Just so we’re clear, your age and status as an errand boy don’t exactly help your case, young prince.” He had no idea that Egg was a Targaryen.

Egg’s heart sank again as he watched his sister laugh at Lyonel’s extravagant jokes. Yet when she turned to him with a shy smile and whispered, “You’ll be just as good as him someday, Egg, if you keep training…” a spark of hope lit inside him.

The jousts began, and Egg followed every move with intensity. He mimicked the knights’ gestures in his mind, repeating stances and attacks, all while sneaking glances at his sister. Seeing how Lyonel admired her made a small burn of jealousy twist his stomach.

During the pause, Dunk’s sister approached him with a gentle smile. “You’re watching Lyonel too much…” she said lightly, with a small laugh. “You’ll do great if you keep practicing.”

Egg blushed. “I… I just… I wish she’d look at me like that…”

She tilted her head, amused but serious. “Maybe one day… but for now, focus on what you can learn.”

The final joust approached. Lyonel mounted his horse and presented himself before the arena, ready to face his opponent. Dunk’s sister stepped forward, offering the flower and crown for him to wear as his “queen of love and beauty.” The crowd gasped never had a high-born knight turned to a commoner for this honor.

Egg felt a pang of jealousy, wanting to protect her, wanting her attention for himself. But he was young, and she didn’t know the depth of his feelings.

After the tournament, as the crowd began to disperse, Egg timidly approached her. “You… you’re really beautiful…” he whispered.

She looked up, startled by his words. “Thank you… I… I didn’t know…” She glanced away, unaware of the effect she had on him.

Dunk stepped over, resting a hand on Egg’s shoulder, smirking. “See, young prince? Far too young to get close to my sister. Better stick to training… or dreaming a little less.”

Egg lowered his gaze, a mix of shame and frustration. Yet he couldn’t stop smiling inwardly just a small smile from her, a few kind words, made his day shine.

Night fell over Ashford. Torches lit the tents, and the last of the spectators drifted away. Egg stayed near his sister, quietly admiring her gentle beauty, while Lyonel, pleased with the flower and crown, thanked her with a charming nod.

Egg knew he could never rival an experienced knight. But he also knew that one day, he might become worthy of her admiration and perhaps, secretly, her smile.

Under the starlit Ashford sky, he made a silent vow: to hold this small secret close, to keep his innocent jealousy, and to treasure his quiet admiration for her forever.

AM I THE ONLY ONE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTER ?

Egg is the most cute Targaryen I've never seen ><

Pairing: Zeus × Reader Theme: Public confession, loyalty, quiet pride, forbidden love Warnings: Jealousy, divine tension Word Count: ~1,300

The sky above Olympus was alive with gold and lightning. Tonight was no ordinary gathering the thrones of the gods were filled, and whispers rippled through the halls like a storm waiting to break.

You stood just outside the marble gates, hands clasped tightly, heart pounding. Zeus had insisted you come with him.

When you’d tried to protest, he had only smiled, placed his hand beneath your chin, and said,

“You are part of my world now. Let them see you.”

Now, standing before the shimmering pillars, you realized what that meant. Every god and goddess inside Hera, Athena, Poseidon, Apollo would witness what no mortal ever had: the king of the gods walking into council hand-in-hand with a human.

The heavy doors opened, and the light inside spilled over you both.

All conversation stopped.

Zeus entered first, his stride sure, the storm in his eyes steady. You followed half a step behind, nervous but holding your head high.

“Zeus,” Hera said, voice calm but sharp as a blade. “What is this?”

Zeus didn’t hesitate. His voice carried through the chamber like distant thunder.

“This is someone I love.”

A ripple moved through the hall. Poseidon raised an amused brow, Apollo smirked faintly, and Athena’s eyes narrowed.

You swallowed hard. The attention felt heavier than any crown.

Zeus turned to you, lowering his voice. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured. “You’re safe.”

When Hera stood, her gown whispering like waves, her anger was restrained cold, queenly. “Another mortal?” she asked softly. “Have you not learned, husband?”

Zeus met her gaze evenly. “This is not what you think. I do not hide them in shadow, nor pretend it is fleeting. I bring them here because I will not be ashamed.”

You glanced up at him, surprise blooming in your chest. He had said it in front of all of them.

Poseidon chuckled under his breath. “Brave, brother. Even for you.”

Zeus ignored him. His hand found yours again firm, protective.

“I have faced titans, fate, and time itself,” he said, voice rising slightly, “but I will not turn from what I feel.”

You could sense the power in his words, the way the air itself seemed to hum in agreement.

Finally, Hera sighed and sat down again, regal and cold. “Then may Olympus judge you both,” she said simply.

The council went on, but whispers followed you wherever you moved. Some gods stared, others smiled faintly, and still others like Hestia gave you a gentle nod of approval.

When the meeting ended, Zeus led you out onto one of the high terraces overlooking the endless sky. The storm below flickered softly, the air charged but calm.

You turned to him, still breathless. “You didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly. “They’ll ”

“They’ll talk,” he finished, smiling faintly. “Let them. I’ve ruled them long enough to know talk fades faster than lightning.”

You exhaled a shaky laugh, relief washing through you. “You really don’t care what they think, do you?”

His smile softened. “I care only about this.”

He placed a hand over your heart. The warmth of his touch nearly undid you. “You are the calm in my storm,” he said quietly. “And I would face Olympus itself before I hide that again.”

The words hung between you raw, real.

Before you could answer, Zeus leaned in. Slowly. Intentionally. And kissed you.

It wasn’t hurried or desperate it was sure, steady, full of everything unspoken in that hall. A kiss that said: You are mine. Not as a possession, but as a choice.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, the faint hum of thunder echoing somewhere far below.

“I think,” he murmured with a grin, “the gods have seen enough for one night.”

You laughed softly, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “Maybe,” you whispered, “but I think I could stay like this forever.”

And as the sky glowed gold and white around you, Zeus the storm, the ruler, the god who loved too deeply simply held you close, as though Olympus itself could wait.

Pairing: Zeus × Reader Theme: First kiss, romance, soft affection Warnings: None (gentle romantic intimacy) Word Count: ~1,200

The night breeze was warm as you and Zeus walked together along the glittering pathways of Olympus. Lanterns hanging from silver branches cast soft light over the marble walkway, making every step feel magical.

Your laughter still lingered from a story he told something silly and surprisingly human. Zeus looked at you with that soft expression again, the one he seemed to reserve only for you.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly, slowing to a stop. “For spending this evening with me.”

You smiled, adjusting the flowers he had given you earlier. “It was perfect.”

He took a breath, as if gathering his courage a strange sight from a god known for his confidence. “Walking beside you… I almost forgot I am a king of Olympus,” he admitted with a quiet chuckle. “You make everything feel simple. Good.”

You stepped closer, heart fluttering. “Well… I’m glad I could give you a night off then,” you teased gently.

He looked down at you his eyes full of emotion. “You’ve given me more than you realize.”

His hand reached toward you, slow and careful, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Your breath caught. His fingertips lingered, tracing your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart race.

“You’re extraordinary,” Zeus whispered. “And I have been waiting all night to do this…”

His other hand slid to the small of your back, drawing you closer not possessive, just certain.

You tilted your head up, eyes fluttering shut…

And Zeus kissed you.

Warm. Soft. A kiss filled with devotion not power. Not conquest. Only affection.

His lips moved slowly against yours, savoring the moment like he never wanted it to end. His thumb brushed your jaw gently, grounding you both in the sweetness of it.

When he finally pulled back, it was only far enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath mingling with yours.

“Tell me you felt that too…” he whispered, voice low and full of hope.

You smiled a small, shy smile that only made him look more enamored. “Yes,” you murmured. “I did.”

Zeus exhaled relief and happiness softening his features. His fingers laced with yours, holding your hand firmly.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Because I’d like many more nights like this. With you.”

As the stars shimmered above and thunder rumbled faintly in the distance like a heartbeat you realized something:

Zeus, the king of gods, was falling for you. And you? You were falling right back into his arms.

Pairing: Zeus × Reader Theme: Romance, first date, subtle flirtation Warnings: Flustered reactions, romantic tension Word Count: ~1,200

The sun was dipping behind Olympus, painting the sky in shades of gold and rose.

You had been nervous all day, unsure what to expect. And then he appeared Zeus, towering and majestic, yet carrying a soft warmth that made your heart flutter.

In his hand, he held a small bouquet of flowers. Not grand or overwhelming just simple blooms, the kind that made your chest ache with sudden affection.

“For you,” he said, voice deep and calm, offering the flowers with a gentle smile. “I thought… perhaps we could start here. Just a quiet moment. You and me.”

Your hands shook slightly as you reached out. “These are… beautiful. Thank you.”

Zeus tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re welcome. I wanted to see you smile.”

You couldn’t help it your lips curved into a soft grin. “I am smiling… just for you.”

He stepped closer, the bouquet still in his hand, and offered it to you fully. The scent of the flowers mingled with the faint smell of ozone that always seemed to linger around him.

“I wanted this to be… simple,” he said, lowering his voice, almost a whisper. “Just a chance to be with you.”

You accepted the flowers, fingers brushing his lightly, and felt a jolt of electricity not lightning, but something equally powerful.

Zeus chuckled softly, watching you intently. “I hope I’m not too bold,” he said. “But I find myself… wanting to impress you.”

You laughed lightly, your heart fluttering. “You’ve already impressed me. With this… with you.”

He moved a step closer, eyes locking with yours. “You’re incredible,” he murmured. “And I want you to know that.”

You could feel the air between you shift intimate, charged, soft with possibility.

Finally, he extended a hand. “Shall we take a walk? Just us?”

You placed your hand in his, feeling the strength and warmth of it grounding, steady. “Yes,” you said, smiling. “I’d like that.”

As you walked side by side, Zeus leaned down slightly and brushed a gentle kiss across your temple. “For you,” he whispered. “For the woman who made even a god nervous.”

You laughed softly, resting your head near his shoulder, heart pounding. “And I thought it was only mortals who got flustered,” you teased.

Zeus smiled, eyes twinkling. “Perhaps I’m more mortal than you think,” he said, and in that quiet moment, with flowers in your hands and the world fading around you, you realized something simple and perfect:

Even the king of gods could be tender, vulnerable, and utterly devoted just for you.

Pairing: Seraphin × Reader Theme: First love, vulnerability, slow-burn tension Warnings: Emotional intensity Word Count: ~1,200

It happened on a quiet morning, just before sunrise when the world still slept and shadows still clung to the earth. Seraphin was already awake, wings wrapped loosely around him as he stood guard… as he always did.

He noticed you before you could call his name. His head turned sharply, then softened when he saw it was you.

“You should still be sleeping,” he murmured, tucking his wings behind him.

“I could say the same for you,” you teased lightly.

Seraphin didn’t smile easily yet with you, the corners of his lips lifted, hesitant but genuine. He looked tired… but not from battle.

From feeling.

He stepped closer, his golden eyes studying every detail of your face as if he feared you might disappear.

“Last night,” he began, voice rough, “when I said I was falling in love with you…”

Your heart fluttered. “I remember.”

He inhaled, trembling slightly. “I’ve never said anything like that before. And I… don’t want to take it back.”

You reached out, your fingers gently brushing his arm — warm skin beneath hardened resolve.

“You don’t have to,” you whispered.

Seraphin exhaled shaking out fear. Slowly, he took your hand, guiding it to his chest. His heart raced wildly under your palm.

“This is what you do to me,” he confessed quietly. “I never thought I would feel something so—”

He searched for the word, breath catching.

“—so good.”

The world around you fell silent. Only the rustle of feathers, the distant song of waking birds, remained.

You leaned closer just a little drawn by a force you both pretended not to understand for too long.

Seraphin’s wings instinctively shifted forward, creating a protective cocoon around you. His forehead rested gently against yours.

“You make me want to be better,” he whispered. “For you.”

Your lips brushed his feather-light. Testing. Asking.

Seraphin froze not in fear, but disbelief. No one had ever touched him like that. Not with tenderness.

You pulled back slightly, but his hand rose cradling your jaw with reverent care.

“Don’t stop,” he breathed.

And he kissed you.

Careful at first a timid discovery.

Then deeper.

Warmer.

Full of every emotion he never dared show.

His wings tightened around you as if to keep the moment safe sacred.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his forehead leaned against yours, eyes closed.

“Tell me this is real,” he whispered. “Tell me you want me too.”

You smiled touching his cheek.

“I do. I always have.”

Seraphin let out a soft, broken laugh relief flooding through him like light breaking the dark.

He held both your hands now, grounding himself in the reality of you.

“Then I’ll protect you,” he vowed. “No matter what comes.”

You kissed him once more softer, reassuring.

“With you, I’m not afraid of anything.”

Seraphin didn’t reply he didn’t need to. His wings curled around you, shielding you from the chill of dawn, from the world itself…

Because now, your heart belonged to each othe

Pairing: Seraphin × Reader / Heron × Reader Theme: Rescue mission, tension, protective romance Warnings: Canon-typical violence, kidnapping scenario, emotional tension Word Count: ~1,400

The sky tore open with dark energy, lightning splitting the horizon.

You had been taken. Cronos, furious at the meddling of gods and mortals alike, had snatched you from the safety of Olympus in the blink of an eye.

Seraphin’s wings unfurled instantly, muscles tensed. His golden eyes glowed with determination and fury.

“I should have been faster,” he growled, voice tight. “I should have protected you.”

Heron appeared beside him, face pale but resolute. “We’ll find her,” he said. “No matter what it takes.”

Together, they soared across the jagged cliffs and stormed landscapes where Cronos’ shadows stretched like claws across the earth.

Seraphin flew ahead, scanning for your scent, his senses sharper than any mortal could comprehend. Heron followed, scanning for traces of disturbance, markings that only someone trained in battle would notice.

“She’s scared,” Heron muttered, glancing at Seraphin. “She’s stronger than she knows,” Seraphin shot back, voice tight, feathers ruffling in the wind. “But Cronos… he’s dangerous. He doesn’t care who he destroys to get what he wants.”

Hours passed. The storm grew heavier, rain slicking the jagged rocks beneath them. Lightning illuminated the dark caverns below a maze of jagged stone where Cronos had hidden you.

“There!” Seraphin shouted, diving toward a massive crevice. Heron followed, landing beside him with a sharp thud.

Inside, the cavern was dark, pulsing with an ominous energy. You were there restrained by tendrils of cosmic energy, struggling against them but unharmed… for now.

“Stay back,” Cronos’ voice rumbled, shaking the walls. “If you approach, she suffers.”

Seraphin’s jaw clenched, eyes glowing brighter. “I don’t care,” he growled. “She’s mine. I’ll protect her with everything I have.”

Heron’s sword ignited with divine energy, cutting through the shadows as he moved closer. “We’ll get her out,” he said firmly. “Together.”

The three of them engaged Seraphin swooping with speed, claws and wings striking, Heron moving strategically with precision, and Cronos unleashing blasts of energy that threatened to tear the cavern apart.

Through the chaos, Seraphin’s gaze never left you. “You’re safe,” he whispered in your mind, his voice barely audible over the roar. “I’ll get you out. I promise.”

Heron sliced through a binding tendril, and you stumbled forward. “Hold on!” he shouted, extending a hand.

Seraphin landed beside you, wrapping a protective arm around your waist. “You’re coming with me,” he said firmly, wings enveloping you like a shield. “You’re not going anywhere without me.”

Together, the three Seraphin, Heron, and you fought their way toward freedom. Lightning and shadows clashed around you, but you felt the warmth of Seraphin’s hand holding yours, the reassurance of Heron’s presence at your side.

Finally, with a massive surge, Cronos’ power shattered enough for you to break free. Seraphin lifted you into his arms effortlessly, holding you tight.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Heron placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling with relief. “You’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

You leaned into Seraphin’s chest, breathing heavily, heart pounding. “Thank you,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in his feathers. “For not giving up.”

Seraphin’s wings wrapped around you fully, cocooning you from the storm. “I’ll never give up on you,” he murmured. “Not to Cronos. Not to anyone.”

Heron stepped back slightly, giving space but staying alert. “We’ll make sure he never threatens you again,” he said, eyes sharp.

You smiled, pressed against Seraphin, and finally felt the weight of the fear lift at least for now.

In that moment, despite the storm, the chaos, the lingering threat of Cronos, you knew one thing: With Seraphin and Heron by your side, you were untouchable.

Pairing: Seraphin × Reader Theme: Redemption, slow-burn affection Warnings: Emotional vulnerability, angst, comfort Word Count: ~1,200

Seraphin never believed in softness.

Not after everything he lived through. Not after betrayal, pain, and the weight of a destiny he never asked for.

But then… he met you.

One of the few people who looked at him without fear without judgment. Even when the mark of his past still lingered in his eyes, you saw something more. You saw the man he wanted to become.

Tonight, he sat near the edge of a cliff, overlooking the quiet land below. The stars were faint nothing like the heavens he once resented. You approached him gently, unsure if he even wanted company.

He sensed you before you spoke.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on a man like me,” he muttered, though there was no threat in his tone.

You smiled softly. “If you truly didn’t want me here… I think you would have flown away by now.”

His wings twitched reflexive, embarrassed. You sat beside him, leaving just enough distance to give him room… but close enough that he could choose to close it.

“Why do you care?” Seraphin asked suddenly, voice low but fragile.

You glanced at him. “Because you deserve someone who does.”

His breath caught just slightly. People didn’t say things like that to him. Not anymore.

He stared at you, his golden eyes reflecting something you didn’t quite dare name.

“You don’t understand what I’ve done,” he whispered.

“I understand what you’re trying to do now,” you replied gently. “That matters more.”

Silence stretched… but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything it felt like the first peaceful moment he’d had in years.

His hand moved unconsciously, as if reaching for yours — but he stopped himself, fingers curling back into his palm.

You noticed. You offered your hand anyway patient, open.

Seraphin hesitated… then his fingers brushed yours.

Electric. Tentative. Hopeful.

He looked almost startled by how warm you were.

“You make me feel…” he swallowed hard, searching for the right word. “…human again.”

You squeezed his hand. “You always were.”

Seraphin’s eyes softened, the armor around his heart cracking further with every beat. He leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours breath mingling with yours in the cool night air.

“I don’t know how to love,” he admitted, voice raw. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you whispered. “Not if you stay beside me.”

His wings shifted behind him protective, instinctive curling slightly around the two of you like a shield.

For the first time in a long time… Seraphin allowed himself to believe in warmth.

His voice trembled as he spoke the words he never imagined he would say:

“I think… I’m falling in love with you.”

Your smile was soft accepting him fully, flaws and all.

“And I’m right here to catch you.”

Pairing: Female Reader × Poseidon / Zeus / Hades Theme: Romantic tension, divine affection, emotional intimacy Warnings: Polyamorous tension, possessiveness, romantic innuendo Word Count: ~1,500

You found yourself in a quiet chamber on Olympus, surrounded by the power and presence of three gods Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades. The tension in the air was thick, charged, almost unbearable.

They had all been vying for your attention in one way or another, and now, in this private moment, it was impossible to deny the closeness between the three of them and you.

Poseidon was closest, his hand resting on your waist, grounding you. His eyes were calm but intense, full of love and possessive heat that only a husband could carry.

Zeus sat across from you, his gaze roaming over you with the same intensit, divine, untouchable, yet protective. You felt his presence imposing itself, claiming his space, but you knew the boundaries were different. And most importantly, he had an imposing stare on yours that made you shiver.

Zeus sat across from you, his gaze roaming over you with the same intensity. You felt his presence imposing itself, claiming his space, but you knew the boundaries were different. He had a soft, kind gaze.

“You know where you belong,” Poseidon murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His voice was low, possessive, and utterly comforting as he nibbled at your ear, eliciting a moan from you.

You looked up at him, your heart sinking. "I know," you whispered, squeezing his hand and pressing it tenderly to his lips to calm him down.

Zeus’ laugh rumbled softly, amused but not unkind. “Of course she does. But even so, she belongs to the gods as much as the mortal she chooses.”

Hades's voice was dark. "And yet… she's also mine, in a way you'll never understand."

All three of them moved closer to you, surrounding you in a strange dance of domination and devotion. Zeus began by removing the light robe Poseidon had given you. His hand moved down your neck to touch your breast, surprising you. "Zeus," you yelled, surprised by the king of the gods' gesture.

He smiled as he brought his mouth to your nipple to feel the softness of his brother's wife. Meanwhile, Poseidon grew furious and took your mouth to say, "She's mine." He said abruptly, as you kissed him tenderly to show your love for your friend.

Meanwhile, Hades entered the game and began positioning himself beneath you and sucking on your pussy. Just like Zeus, he surprised you with the god's ferocity and, more importantly, the fact that this was your first affair with all three of them.

The four of you continued to do the same thing for as long as she could. Then finally, Poseidon came down opposite Zeus, sucking you along your neck. "You're so sweet," Zeus remarked as he continued to suckle on your breast like a baby. Poseidon then placed his mouth on your other breast as well, while the gods took your hands so he could go directly to their rather imposing penises.

You cried out their name every time you felt like you were about to come. Hades decided to gently push your body onto the marital bed you had with Poseidon during your visits to Olympus.

Since Hades was facing you, Hades took the opportunity to slide his penis in so as to trigger spams inside you. You then took his head so he could continue his thrusts. Finally, his desire exploded until his penis fell into your pussy. "Hades!" you murmured as you felt the other two gods continue their tongue competition around your breast.

You continued to move back and forth on both cocks, which were gradually growing. The heat of tension grew for both gods as he approached your body. "Faster, Y/n. Harder," they insisted at the same time. Both gods agreed that this was indeed the first time he'd had the best sex in a very long time.

Hades pushed himself deeper and harder into your sensitive spot, making you cum at the same time. As you felt he was going to fill you, he pushed to squirt completely and deeply. He pulled his penis out of your hole to release all his sperm onto your body, making you moan at the same time.

They changed positions, and Hades positioned himself where Zeus was. He slid his tongue up your rib to land directly on your nipple and continued the movements as Zeus prepared to also thrust his penis into your hole.

Instead of being gentle, he thrust fiercely. "I hope you enjoy our time together," Zeus said, his tone dominant, making you shiver with pleasure from the heavens. "I understand better why Hera wants you for yourself," you said, teasing the king of the gods. "True, but I think celebrating would be more fun than with my wife," he said with a smirk at his screw as he pushed his penis steadily into your missionary position.

Zeus continued to push his penis hard then softly to feel how far he can go to touch your sensitive spot like Hades and he suddenly tended to moan louder and slid friction inside.

Finally, Zeus 's penis reached your sensitivity spot in your cunt and some of his sperm deliciously came out of his penis. The two souls letting out a long moan preceding. Zeus gently took out his penis and released the rest of the sperm from his penis on your body and left the place to Poseidon, your only husband.

Poseidon feels honored that he will be the last person to touch the entrance to the three gods' paradise. The sea god takes his brother's place and positions himself to make his entrance theatrically. "I'll have you call me how I got you instead of my brothers," he says dominantly. You shudder at the thought of the hardness of his penis entering your pussy. "I love you," you say to your husband as he moves closer to your face to kiss you and become one with his wife.

The two of them moved back and forth together as she continued to play with her brothers' penises. All three began to cum at the same time, as if they were in a paradise.

His penis finally reached his wife's sensitive spot, and she finally reached her husband's brother's cock. She put her arms around his neck and moved into a more comfortable position, doing the lotus position. Zeus discreetly took the opportunity to run a finger over your pussy to start the pleasure, and Hades clung to your breasts like a magnet

This time lasted almost an eternity until Poseidon finally reached her sensitive spot. "Y/n, you are mine," he roared in a powerful voice as he pushed deep into that sensitive spot and also pushed his tongue deep inside. With powerful force, he succeeded, like his brothers, in pushing everything he had inside his penis into his little wife's pussy.

Despite the chaos of attention and affection, you knew where your heart rested. Poseidon, your husband, your anchor, the one whose hands were allowed the closest intimacy, had your devotion.

And yet, in this strange, delicate dance of gods, you allowed the moments with Zeus and Hades gentle touches, soft whispers, shared warmth without ever faltering in your choice.

In the end, it wasn’t about possession. It was about trust, affection, and love in many forms. And as Poseidon held you closer, resting his forehead against yours, you realized that in this room of gods and power, the one thing that grounded you, kept you safe, and made your heart steady, was him.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “And I’ll never let anyone take that from me.”

You smiled, pressing your lips briefly to his in a tender, protective kiss. Around you, Zeus and Hades accepted the boundaries, the tension eased for now. The three gods, powerful beyond measure, and yet you, mortal and loved, were the center of it all.

Pairing: Poseidon × Female Reader Theme: Mourning, comfort, intimacy, tender romance Warnings: Emotional grief, soft romance Word Count: ~1,300

The air over Olympus was heavy with sorrow, the sky a muted gray, as gods and mortals alike gathered to pay their final respects to Zeus.

You stood at the edge of the ceremonial grounds, feeling small amidst the gathering of divine power and grief. Your fingers instinctively sought the warmth of Poseidon’s hand and he intertwined his fingers with yours immediately, as if sealing a silent promise that you would not face this alone.

“You don’t have to speak,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Just let me be here with you.”

You nodded, resting your head slightly against his shoulder. The sound of waves from far-off seas echoed faintly a reminder that even in grief, his presence was a grounding, calming force.

The funeral began, solemn chants filling the air. You walked slowly beside him, hand in hand, feeling the strength of his grip protective, tender, unyielding.

When the tears threatened to spill, he paused and turned slightly toward you. With deliberate care, Poseidon brushed a stray hair from your face and pressed his lips gently against your temple.

A soft, fleeting kiss.

“Everything will be okay,” he whispered. “We’ll get through this together.”

The simplicity of the gesture, the warmth of his hand around yours, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your side it grounded you amidst the overwhelming sorrow.

As the ceremony continued, gods spoke in solemn tones of Zeus’s deeds, of his strength, of the legacy he left behind. Yet for you, the moment was private, intimate shared silently with Poseidon.

You tilted your head, letting your lips brush the back of his hand. “Thank you… for being here,” you murmured.

He bent slightly, his breath warm against your ear. “Always. You are my anchor, my heart… and I will not let you feel alone.”

You felt your heart swell. The ceremony, the grief, the weight of the world all of it seemed lighter because he was there. His presence was a promise: a shelter from sorrow, a steady hand in a world of chaos.

When the final rites were done, and the wind carried away the last of Zeus’s essence, Poseidon drew you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a tender, lingering kiss.

A kiss that was not just comfort, but love. Protection. Assurance.

You rested your hands on his chest, feeling the quiet strength of his heart beneath your touch. For a moment, the world felt still, and all that existed was you and Poseidon together, unshaken, even in the shadow of loss.

He whispered softly as he held you close, “Come, my love. Let’s leave this place together.”

And hand in hand, you walked away from the ashes of Olympus’s past, comforted by the warmth and devotion of the god of the seas your protector, your partner, your Poseidon.

Pairing: Poseidon × Female Reader Theme: Divine protection, intense romance, power dynamics Warnings: Canon-typical violence, jealousy between gods, passionate affection Word Count: ~1,450

The earth shook violently, cracks splitting the marble under your feet. Cronos had returned and he wanted you.

You stumbled, the roar of the Titan echoing through the sky like thunder. Massive shadows rose behind him, hunger in his eyes. “You belong to me, mortal,” he boomed. “Your power calls to my own.”

Before you could even cry out:

A blinding flash. A surge of crashing water. The chill of the Underworld rushing up.

Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades appeared before you in a protective arc.

Zeus pointed his lightning spear at his father. “She is under my protection.”

Hades stepped forward, voice cold as obsidian: “You will not touch what belongs to the living.”

But Poseidon… oh, Poseidon.

His eyes found yours first. He didn’t even look at Cronos his priority was you.

“My love, step back,” he ordered, his voice low, fierce, possessive. “I will not let him lay a finger on you.”

You tried to speak, but Cronos attacked first a dark cosmic energy lashing toward you.

Poseidon reacted faster than the lightning around him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as a towering wave of seawater burst up and swallowed the attack.

You gasped, fingers gripping onto him. His breath brushed your ear. “I’ve got you.”

Zeus and Hades charged forward, unleashing divine power at the Titan. The battlefield shook with the force of gods fighting a god-eater.

But Poseidon refused to let you go. Not even for a second.

“Look at me,” he said, turning your face toward his with a gentle but unyielding hand. “You are mine. My queen. My heart.”

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks the intensity in his gaze was overwhelming.

Behind him, Zeus shouted angrily: “She must stay behind me !”

Poseidon snarled back without turning: “She stays with me!”

Cronos roared again, but the three brothers together forced him back into a swirling vortex of divine power sealed away once more.

Silence. Smoke. Breathing hard. Alive.

Poseidon finally loosened his hold only enough to look at you properly. His ocean-blue eyes burned with relief and possessive love.

“You frightened me,” he murmured, forehead pressing against yours. “The thought of losing you…”

You cupped his jaw gently. “I’m right here.”

His hand slid around your waist again, pulling you close your body against his armor, feeling the steady strength beneath.

“Never leave my side again,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “You belong with me… always.”

Before you could respond, Poseidon captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss a promise, a claim, a celebration that you were safe.

The sea breeze swirled around you as he held you tightly, heart pounding through both your chests.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing your name like a prayer.

“You are my wife,” he said, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “And I will fight every god in existence if that’s what it takes to keep you.”