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Me explaining how The Moth Diaries is a perfect modern retelling of Carmilla and how, while not awful, the movie didn't do the book justice and it's the perfect movie to be rebooted instead of movies and series that were well adapted from the jump

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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣PLEASEEEE THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS THING I VE EVER SEEN

*Aegon barges into Luke's room at 3 a.m.*

Aegon: So, I see you've been spending a lot of time with Aemond lately

Lucerys: No, Aegon, it's not what it looks like, I swear!

Aegon:Oh really? So there's no reason for me to be jealous?

Lucerys: Of course not! You're the only one for me

Aegon: Is that so?

Lucerys: I swear, Aemond and I are just together, we're engaged, remember?

Aegon: So there are no best friend feelings involved?

Lucerys: You are still my one and only best friend. Aemond is just the love of my life, nothing more

Aegon: But I'm still the platonic love of your life, right?

Lucerys: Of course!

Aegon*sniffling* Ok ,thanks

*They hug*

Aemond: ........

Aemond: What the fuck?

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To all fanfic writers esp from my fandoms (hotd and marvel) thank you SO MUCH for think about plots, characters and their personalities, histories, timelines etc AND writing them with such intrigue. Istg every single fanfic ive read is like an actual published book by acclaimed writers. You are so talented and so fucking cool to spend ur time so u can entertain less creative fans such as myself :) people may not comment or reblog ur posts and give u the love u deserve but just know ur works r fuckin awesome and u are too 🥹

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Chapter 3: Unexpected Alliances

Chapter 3: Unexpected Alliances

During a tumultuous time in their quest for power, fate intervened in a surprising twist. A secret meeting, orchestrated by a mutual acquaintance who saw the potential for reconciliation, brought Rhaenyra and Aegon together in an unlikely setting. The secluded castle, hidden away from the prying eyes of their loyal supporters, became a stage where their destinies converged.

Initially, their encounter was fraught with tension and suspicion. They were each surrounded by their loyal entourage, ready to defend their claims and protect their interests. However, circumstances quickly took a turn when an unforeseen event trapped them within the castle's walls, far from the reach of their armies and the political machinations that defined their rivalry.

In their forced proximity, Rhaenyra and Aegon were confronted with the reality of their situation. They were alone, without the trappings of power and the influence of their respective supporters. The need to rely on each other for survival became paramount, leading to a tentative truce between the two rivals.

As they faced the challenges of their predicament together, they began to witness unexpected facets of each other's character. Rhaenyra discovered that beneath Aegon's strategic mind and calculated demeanor lay a sense of empathy and compassion. Aegon, in turn, witnessed Rhaenyra's unwavering determination and resilience, traits that he had previously underestimated.

The lines between love and hate started to blur as they spent time together, engaging in conversations that went beyond the realm of politics and power. Their shared experiences fostered a grudging respect and a growing understanding of one another. They exchanged stories of their upbringing, their hopes, and their fears, finding common ground in the burden they both carried as heirs to the Targaryen legacy.

Throughout their ordeal, they faced external challenges that tested their newfound alliance. They encountered dangers lurking within the castle, from hidden traps to lurking adversaries, but together they fought their way through. Their individual strengths and skills complemented each other, and they discovered the power that lay in unity rather than rivalry.

As days turned into weeks, their unexpected alliance evolved into something deeper. They began to see past the scars left by their conflicts, recognizing the shared heritage and the complexity of their family's history. The wounds of their rivalry started to heal as they uncovered vulnerabilities within themselves and each other.

In this confined space, devoid of the distractions and expectations of the outside world, Rhaenyra and Aegon found solace and companionship in one another. They laughed together, shared meals, and even found moments of respite from the weight of their ambitions. The barriers they had erected between them began to crumble, revealing the potential for a different kind of connection—one that went beyond their rival claims to the throne.

In this remote castle, the unexpected blossomed. Love, in its most unexpected form, began to take root. The intense emotions they had once directed towards each other transformed into a complex blend of passion, understanding, and longing. They discovered a genuine and profound connection that defied the constraints of their political rivalry.

As their time in the castle neared its end, Rhaenyra and Aegon faced a difficult decision. Would they return to their previous roles as adversaries, resuming the power struggle that defined their lives? Or would they embrace the burgeoning feelings that had grown between them, forging a new path forward—a path that challenged the norms and expectations of their world?

The lines between love and hate had blurred completely, and the choice they made would shape not only their own destinies but the fate of the Seven Kingdoms as well.

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Chapter 2: A Clash of Ambitions

Chapter 2: A Clash of Ambitions

As Rhaenyra's dragons continued to grow in strength and she honed her skills as a dragonrider, her desire to claim the Iron Throne burned brighter than ever before. Her connection with her dragons, particularly Syrax, deepened, forging an unbreakable bond between them. With every successful flight and display of dragonfire, Rhaenyra's confidence soared, fueling her ambition to take her rightful place as the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

On the other side of the divide, Aegon watched with growing concern. He understood the devastating consequences that could arise from Rhaenyra's ascension to power. Fearful of the chaos and unrest that her reign might bring, Aegon knew he had to take action. With a keen eye for politics and strategy, he began rallying support from influential houses in the realm, seeking alliances to bolster his own claim to the throne.

One of the most formidable houses he courted was House Stark. The Starks, known for their staunch loyalty and strong sense of honor, possessed significant power in the North. Aegon recognized their importance in solidifying his position and establishing a united front against Rhaenyra's growing influence. Through careful negotiations and persuasive diplomacy, Aegon managed to win the support of the Stark family, forming a crucial alliance that bolstered his chances of securing the Iron Throne.

The clash of ambitions between Rhaenyra and Aegon escalated into a dangerous game of political maneuvering. They strategically sought to undermine each other's claims, employing cunning tactics to weaken their rival's position. The realm became a battlefield of alliances, secret negotiations, and whispered rumors as the two Targaryen heirs fought for the support of noble houses and influential figures.

Rumors and accusations circulated, tarnishing their names and further deepening the divide between them. Supporters from both sides engaged in fierce debates and political intrigues, fueling the flames of discord throughout the Seven Kingdoms. The realm watched with bated breath as the clash of ambitions between Rhaenyra and Aegon threatened to plunge Westeros into a bloody and chaotic war for the Iron Throne.

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra continued to assert her dominance by showcasing her dragon-riding prowess and rallying those who believed in her claim. Her determination and charisma won her loyal followers who saw her as the rightful heir, destined to bring forth a new era under Targaryen rule. She became a symbol of hope and change for those who yearned for a strong, dragon-backed ruler.

Aegon, aware of Rhaenyra's growing influence, tirelessly worked to gather supporters who shared his vision for a more stable and united realm. He presented himself as the voice of reason and stability, promising a reign that would prioritize diplomacy, justice, and a fair distribution of power among the noble houses.

The clash of their ambitions became a high-stakes battle, not only for the Iron Throne but also for the future of Westeros itself. Each maneuver, every alliance forged, and every covert action carried out held the potential to shift the balance of power in the realm. Their actions had consequences that rippled through the kingdoms, affecting the lives of countless individuals who found themselves caught in the midst of their power struggle.

In this dangerous game of political chess, Rhaenyra and Aegon found themselves navigating treacherous waters, testing the limits of their abilities and the loyalty of those around them. The clash of their ambitions would ultimately shape the fate of the Seven Kingdoms, leading them towards a confrontation that would redefine their relationship and force them to confront the true cost of their pursuit of power.

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Chapter 1: The Targaryen Heirs

Rhaenyra Targaryen and Aegon Targaryen, born to the same parents but separated by their ambitions, grew up in the ancient and formidable castle of Dragonstone. From an early age, they were aware of their illustrious lineage and the weight of the Targaryen legacy that rested upon their shoulders. However, it was their contrasting personalities and desires that sowed the seeds of rivalry and resentment between them.

Rhaenyra, with her striking silver hair and violet eyes, possessed the unmistakable beauty and charisma of the Targaryen bloodline. She was fiercely independent and unyielding in her determination to claim the Iron Throne, viewing herself as the true heir to her father's crown. From the moment she learned of her ability to bond with dragons, she embraced her birthright, training tirelessly to become a formidable dragonrider.

Aegon, on the other hand, inherited the strong Targaryen features but possessed a more subdued presence. While he also aspired to sit on the Iron Throne, he recognized the need for diplomacy and strategic alliances to achieve his goal. Aegon delved into the intricate world of politics and sought to build bridges with influential houses throughout the Seven Kingdoms, including the powerful House Stark.

Their differing approaches to power and the rivalry for the throne fueled a simmering animosity between Rhaenyra and Aegon. Their interactions were marked by tense exchanges and veiled contempt, as each believed that they alone were worthy of ruling the Seven Kingdoms. This intense competition and underlying tension not only affected their personal relationship but also reverberated throughout the realm, fanning the flames of conflict among their supporters.

As they grew older, their paths diverged even further. Rhaenyra's bond with her dragon, Syrax, strengthened, granting her a sense of invincibility and an unyielding resolve to claim what she believed was rightfully hers. Meanwhile, Aegon immersed himself in the art of diplomacy, seeking alliances and honing his political acumen to secure support for his own claim to the throne.

Their rivalry reached its peak as the realm waited with bated breath for their father's passing, uncertain of what it would mean for the future of Westeros. The weight of their expectations, the influence of their respective supporters, and the mounting pressure of their shared bloodline escalated the tensions between Rhaenyra and Aegon, creating a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge.

Little did they know that fate had a different plan in store for them. The game of thrones would challenge their assumptions, forcing them to confront the true nature of their relationship and the shared destiny they were meant to fulfill. In the crucible of conflict and adversity, their journey would unfold, ultimately leading them down a path that would transform their enmity into something unexpected—love.

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concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat

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Now dis is a bad bitch!!!

Duty PT2

PAIRING: Robb Stark X Reader

WORD COUNT: 4269

WARNINGS: Hints of eating disorder

SUMMARY: Y/N attempts to come to grips with the fact that her husband-to-be has no plans to be faithful to her. Robb tries to make an effort with his bride-to-be. No matter how prissy she seems.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4

ROBB STARK MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Age 6

“The Great Houses of Westeros, their sigils, and their words, please, Y/N.”

You can’t concentrate when Septa uses that tone. It’s so intimidating. The answers to these questions usually come to you as easily as breathing air, but Septa makes it feel like you can’t breathe.

“House Stark, a direwolf, ‘Winter is Coming’.”

“Yes.”

“House Lannister, a lion, ‘Hear Me Roar’.”

“Correct.”

You lick your dry lips as your mind suddenly goes blank. Septa begins to tap her foot impatiently, but it only serves to make you even more nervous.

“House Mordon-“

“No!” Septa slams the book, ‘The History of Westeros’, down on the table. The sound nearly makes you leap out of your chair.

“Read it again.”

Age 11

Your mother has a handmaiden whose daughter is the same age as you. She likes it when you braid her hair and talk about the places your father has taken you and your mother.

Septa leans down behind you as you work and your heart begins to race. She clicks her tongue and grabs your hand, tapping your fingers with a cane.

“Once you stop chewing these,” she raises your fingernails up to your eyes, “Then your braids will come out neater."

Age 15

“No, no, no.”

Over the years, you learned that ‘no’ is Septa’s favourite word. She says it all the time. You’re even convinced that she mutters it in her sleep.

“You’re missing the last few notes, my Lady,” she says before singing a short tune, hitting what you assume are the correct notes.

You take in a deep breath and begin to sing again, your throat starting to get sore from all the practicing. To your surprise, Septa begins to smile, and when you’re finished, she even claps for you.

“You sang that beautifully,” she says as she cups your face in her hands proudly, “You’re turning into an absolutely beautiful young woman, my Lady.”

You beam in response, “I’ll make the perfect wife then?”

“Singing helps to keep your husband’s interest, it’s true, but that’s not all there is to being a good wife,” you’re interrupted by your mother’s voice as she enters the room. She and your father have been gone on a trip for the last two weeks.

Septa curtseys as you rush to welcome your mother home with greetings and a hug.

“Now, my sweet, being a dutiful wife is more than just sewing and pretty dresses,” she says, “A good man will appreciate your strength and intelligence. You must have grace and poise.”

You nod along as she speaks. It’s a lot to remember, but you’re hanging on to every word.

“And most importantly, you must always demand respect from everyone. Including your husband.”

***

Your mother works at your hair as you sit in front of the vanity, deep in thought. It is a strange feeling being engaged once again. Things are different this go around — you are certain this time that Robb is the one you will end up marrying. And despite barely knowing him, the thought scares you.

For some reason, you can’t shake the look in his eyes when he was with Elyse. How can you marry someone who is so in love with another? How can you resign yourself to what will surely always be a loveless marriage?

A part of you feels like a hypocrite, because your heart too belongs to another. But you’ve left him in King’s Landing, with no intentions of ever seeing him again, while Robb has Elyse here with him. How is he ever going to be a committed husband with his lover around every corner?

“Northerners don’t wear too many braids in their hair. I suppose you could say it’s part of their charming mundanity,” your mother sighs as she fiddles with your hair.

You don’t respond, still consumed by your thoughts.

“Mother, why must they even have the engagement feast?” you suddenly ask, “They’re at war, they shouldn’t have time for any of this.”

Your mother smiles at you through the mirror, “Robb is to be your husband soon, you should learn to think of yourself as ‘we’. His strifes are now yours too.”

“Okay, fine. Why are we having this feast when we are at war?”

Rania notices your clipped tone but chooses to ignore it. “Are you that eager to be married?” she asks instead. You catch her smirk in the mirror as she sections your hair.

“Sweetheart, even in times of war, men need something to hold on to,” she says, “It can’t all be blood, death, and grief lest you lose sight of what you’re fighting for. Soldiers need that glimmer of hope. Which is what you just be for your husband.”

You accidentally scoff out loud.

Rania rolls her eyes and puts the brush down on the dresser in front of you. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

Her face hardens as she grows impatient and you sigh deeply knowing you can't keep anything from her.

"I saw Robb with another woman last night," you whisper, "They seemed...close."

She doesn't say anything at first, then she shrugs and picks up the brush once more and continues running it through your hair.

"It probably means nothing. His Grace is a young man after all."

You don't respond, but Rania catches the strained look on your face.

"Y/N, what is it? Tell me right now."

You look down at your hands and swallow thickly. "I heard him tell her that he loves her."

Rania's hand freezes in the air, still holding the brush.

"I know affairs during marriage are to be expected, but I don't know how to handle it when it's before. How can I even marry him now?"

"Look at me."

You look up at your mother through the mirror as she leans down so her head is just above yours.

"You must put a stop to this – whatever it is. For your own sake."

"How?"

"That is for you to decide," she says as stands up straight again and begins playing with your hair, "I won't always be here, Y/N. You must learn to deal with such things yourself."

You almost shrink into yourself at those words. It's all too real. After the wedding, your parents will be leaving Winterfell and you will be alone once again. Just like you were in King's Landing. Your heart begins to race.

"It won't be too difficult," Rania continues, "I'm sure Lady Catelyn and the King are both aware of what's at stake for them. They will not do anything to jeopardise this marriage. As long as they don’t know that we need them as much as they need us, then you have the advantage. Always.”

A smile forms on your lips as turn and look up at your mother properly. She places a hand against your cheek.

"Remember what I told you. You must never allow anyone to disrespect you – not even your husband," she says then returns to the work on your hair, "Forget tradition. You'll wear your braids tonight."

***

“My heart’s not in it.”

“It never is,” Catelyn sighs as she secured Robb’s cloak and strokes his hair, “But when honour calls, we must all do our duty.”

“Duty,” Robb spits the word out like a bitter taste in his mouth, “I hate that word. It only means making sacrifices that I must bear as long as I live.”

He looks away, his eyes full of sorrow as he thinks of his beloved. How her face had dropped at the news of his engagement. How she’d held back tears and forced a smile on her lips as he explained that this is what he must do.

Catelyn doesn’t miss this, and he face immediately hardens.

“You must forget that girl,” she says.

Robb’s head snaps in her direction as his eyebrows furrowed, “What girl?”

“The servant girl. Elyse.”

Robb’s eyes widen slightly — he hadn’t known that anyone was aware of his relationship with Elyse. Suddenly, his mouth goes dry and he can’t look his mother in the eye anymore.

“At least tell me you haven’t played with her virtue.”

“Of course not!” Robb is offended by the accusation, “I would never do such a thing!”

“Good,” Catelyn says, not feeding into his dramatics, “Because you could never marry her.”

Robb seems annoyed by that notion. As if he was being barred from choosing to do what he wants.

“I could if I wanted to,” he challenged, “I could stop this feast. Say that I must travel south urgently. In a few months’ time I’d cancel the engagement. Marry Elyse.”

He’d thought about it. Almost everyday since the Myrrtons arrived in Winterfell. Every way that he could get out of this engagement and marry the one he loves. He would never do it, but the thoughts comforted him at night.

Catelyn looked at him as though he had sprouted a second head.

“Have you gone mad?”

Robb didn’t speak.

“Do you know what happens if you marry that servant girl?” she says in that stern voice only a mother can channel, “You offend the Freys. You offend the Myrrtons. You lose the bridge, you lose Cillian’s army, and you lose the means to feed yours. Do you hear me, boy?!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Then don’t act like one!” Catelyn finishes and steps back with a sigh, “Seven Hells, Robb! You know what you must do, as well as I do. Why must I speak it aloud?”

He knows that she’s right. Of course he knows. But he keeps the fantasy alive for his own sake. The image of himself marching into the Great Hall in the middle of the festivities and announcing his journey South. He would apologise to Lord Cillian of course, and his daughter — when the time came. It would only be right.

But alas, it was only a fantasy. Not real. And never will be. So he pulls on his gloves and finishes dressing then turns to his mother, a resentful smile on his lips for what he must do.

“Perhaps I needed the reminder.”

***

All eyes are on you as you enter the room, hands clasped in front of you and chin raised high. They don’t just look at you, they study you; the way you walk as though you're floating on air, the way your bright blue dress — an unusual choice of colour in these parts — trails behind you. Even the way your skin glows is a sign of kisses from a sun that the Northerners had never seen. Everything about you screams ‘outsider’.

But you don't care. You want them to know. The braids in your hair match the style your mother wore during her own engagement dinner. You chose the blue dress because the colour reminds you of the morning view of the sea from your childhood bedroom. And you carry yourself the way you do because you're proud of being a Southern girl — and you do not intend to leave that part of yourself behind.

Robb stands on the raised dais, in front of the high table. He already looks uninterested in all that’s happening. Still, he extends a hand to help you up, that false smile stuck on his lips, and walks you to your seat. To the right of you sits your mother and father, visibly happy to be here, and to your right sits Robb with his mother beside him.

Over the course of the evening, various men and women that you don’t know approach the table to congratulate both you and Robb on your impending nuptials. Despite not having a single word to say to you, he’s more than happy to engage these strangers in long conversations. You start to wonder if it is all a ploy to avoid speaking to you.

With a heavy sigh, you push your plate away from you and lean back in your chair. Your cheeks hurt from the smile you’ve been plastering on all night. The music is too loud, everyone is too drunk, and all you wish for is the night to be over.

“Finished already?” your mother suddenly says as she takes a bite of her roasted chicken.

You furrow your brows at her in confusion and she glances quickly at your plate in response. Your chicken is untouched, the carrots and potatoes are only half eaten, and you’ve mashed the peas into a green paste with your fork.

She smiles so as not to alert anyone at the table to your conversation, “You’ve barely touched your food.”

“I had some figs and a few potatoes.”

Her face drops, as do all pretenses. “You need to eat, Y/N,” she says in a firm tone.

“I had a big lunch, Mother, I’m just not hungry.”

“Y/N—”

“Mother,” you cut her off and place a hand over hers as you look into her eyes, “I’m fine. I promise you.”

She doesn’t look convinced but she nods anyways, her wary eyes staying on you. For her peace of mind, you cut out a quarter of your chicken breast and forced it down your throat in small bites.

***

Robb lets out his third heavy sigh in a row. His want to have this tedious evening come to a swift end has quickly turned into a desperate need. His father-in-law to be is passed out drunk in his chair, his future mother-in-law is deep in conversation with a woman he doesn't know, his mother is nowhere to be found, and his betrothed…there’s not much to say about her. She hasn’t spoken a word to him since she sat down, and Robb is struggling to care.

Somewhere in the crowd, Robb spots a familiar face. Dark hair, a freckled face and deep blue eyes. Elyse. She’s serving ale to the guests at the back of the hall. When she finally looks up, she catches Robb’s eyes and stops for a moment. She tucks the empty tray she's holding under her armpit and smiles sweetly at him before turning away. Robb takes this as an invitation to follow.

“If you’ll all excuse me for a moment,” he says to the people at the table as he rises to his feet.

Robb keeps his eyes on Elyse as he nudges his way through the crowd of excited drunks. He’s so distracted that when he bumps into someone, he almost doesn’t realise that it is his mother.

“Robb?” she questions as she looks up at him, “Where are you going?”

Robb glances quickly at the door. “I’m just stepping out for some fresh air, Mother.”

Catelyn raises a brow, clearly not believing him, “Then why don’t you ask Lady Myrrton to accompany you?”

Robb turns back to the table. Y/N has her chin resting in her hand as she stares blank-faced at the drunk dancers in front of her. She looks bored out of her mind, and Robb suspects a hint of condescension in the way she watches them. He dreads the idea of going anywhere with her.

“Y/N doesn’t know anyone here. She is to be your wife, don’t you want her to feel welcome in your home?”

Not particularly, no, Robb thinks to himself. It would be better if his coldness drove her away from Winterfell.

“Or at least try to get to know her?” Catelyn continues.

Robb knows his mother is right. Whether he likes it or not, Y/N will become his wife soon enough. And it would be a shame to share a marital bed with a stranger.

“Will you ask her?” Catelyn asks.

“Yes, Mother.”

***

Somehow, the guests at a feast thrown in your honour are having a far better time than you are. They are all stupidly drunk, grasping and groping at each other with red, sweaty faces as they dance to the music.

You can’t help but think of your childhood and your friends back home. The memory of dancing with them at parties just as blissfully as this folk are is still fresh in your mind. Of course your mother never let you have a drink until your fifteenth name day, but you never did need intoxication to enjoy yourself. It feels like just yesterday you were gossiping and dancing with Lara, and Faye, and Morina…in reality you haven’t laid eyes on them since the day you left the Hills for the Capital.

“Lady Y/N.”

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of Robb’s voice. In a flash your blank stare disappears and is replaced with a charming smile.

“I’m taking a walk outside and was hoping you might accompany me,” he says.

It is immediately suspicious to you. The man has not spoken a word to you all night but suddenly wants to spend time with you? Impossible.

“Oh, it’s quite alright. I don’t want to impose—“

“It’s not an imposition,” he cuts you off and offers a hand.

You stare at it for a moment before reluctantly nodding and placing your hand in his. Not a word is spoken between the two of you as he helps you off of the raised dais and escorts you out of the hall.

***

Outside, Robb sucks in a sharp breath and smiles awkwardly at you. A part of you hopes he speaks first. At least until you’re comfortable with each other.

"I haven't had a chance to show you around the castle," he says, "Would you like a tour of the grounds?"

You take a look around and find that not a single person is outside. The moonlight is illuminating the courtyard nicely, but the main source of light is pouring out of the Great Hall, along with raucous laughter and music.

"This late?"

He shrugs and holds out his arm for you, "If you don't mind."

You take one last look at the Hall and consider the cold and dark for a moment before linking your arm with his.

Robb starts with a tour of the castles itself – every single wing. For a split second you wonder if he seeks to bore you to death until you voluntarily offer to return to the feast, but you stick with it and pay attention to everything he says.

Next comes the kitchens, where Robb introduces you to everyone present. Most are bustling about trying to keep up with the food intake of the feast-goers. Although they all stop to greet you as politely as they can, you can see in their eyes that you are only disrupting their flow. And so you don't keep them, making a mental note to introduce yourself at a later time. Your mother has taught you the importance of having a personal relationship with every member of staff.

Robb is being perfectly polite and kind the whole time. It is more than a little surprising considering how cold he has been since your arrival. Slowly, you start to feel more comfortable with the idea of marrying him, but the memory of Elyse hangs in the back of your mind.

"Would you like to visit the kennels?" he asks.

"Lead the way."

There are barely any torches lit as you approach the kennels. Only the moon's light allows you to see where you're stepping. You can barely make out the auburn of Rob's hair when you glance up at him, and the bright blue of his eyes are now darker, like the evening sky. He looks straight ahead as he walks – whether he notices you looking at him or simply ignores it you have no clue.

Your thoughts are cut off when you hear a sound coming from somewhere in the distance.

A low growl cuts through the stillness of the night's air, and while it sends a chill down your spine, Robb seems unfazed.

"Did you hear that?"

He doesn't say anything. Did he even hear you?

Then you see it. A large shadow bounding towards you at an incredibly fast pace. You slide your arm out of Robb's and step back. The creature grunts and growl and pants as it nears you and Robb, but Robb doesn't move, nor does he speak despite your obvious fear.

When you realise that the creature has no intention of stopping, you lose all composure and dive behind Robb for protection, a screech escaping your lips in the process. You clutch his arms as you peek your head over his shoulders, your heart beating out of your chest.

It doesn't occur to you how drastically different Robb's reaction has been to the whole thing until you hear a laugh rip out of his throat, his head thrown back as it does. It's a joyous, boyish sound that in any other situation would have made you smile, but right now, it only serves to baffle you.

Your hands drop from his arms as you watch him crouch down to his knees where the creature stops. Now that his body is no longer shielding you, you realise what the shadow is.

"That's a wolf!" you gasp as you watch Robb scratch behind its ear and the animal purr in response.

"A direwolf," he says, "Grey Wind."

Grey Wind.

He's a great beast – black as night with piercing yellow eyes. With Robb down on one knee, the wolf is taller than him. Yet, Grey Wind is like putty in his master's hands. You can't help how impressed you are at the sight – at Robb taming a direwolf.

You move around him, watching the two in wonder. Robb looks up at you and tilts his head towards Grey Wind.

"You can touch him," he says, "He won't harm you while I'm here."

Slowly, you kneel down on the ground, momentarily forgetting the beauty and worth of your dress. The wolf seems antsy, but he makes no move to attack. You shoot Robb a worried look and he nods encouragingly.

You raise your hand and hold it right in front of Grey Wind's snout as he sniffs you. Then he moves forward – your breath catching in your throat at the sudden action – and begins sniffing your ear and nuzzling your cheek. Your hands shake as you stroke his fur, Grey Wind purring and bumping his nose against your head as he did so.

Over Grey Wind's head, you notice that Robb is looking at you. He looks surprised more than anything else, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The sight pleases you.

"There's something else I'd like to show you."

***

The Godswood.

When Robb offers to show you this place, you almost decline, wanting to rest your feet after walking for so long. But standing here in this place, you're glad that you didn't.

It's serene. Still and beautiful. The moonlight bounces off the ripples of the black water and cast a stunning glow across the entire clearing.

"Wow," you breathe and step forward. You approach the weirwood tree and place a hand on it, your fingers tracing the carved face as you're mesmerised by its beauty.

"Lady Y/N," Robb suddenly says, catching your attention, "I know i have been somewhat...cold to you, and that I have barely spoken to you since your arrival–"

He must be a mindreader.

"It's quite alright. I know the King doesn't have much time on his hands."

"Even still. You are to be my wife, I ought to make time for you."

You don't respond, allowing him to complete his thought.

"I want you to know that from this day forth, I will do all I can to make sure that you feel welcome here," he says as he takes your hand, "This is to be your home, and I don't want you to feel isolated. Especially not by me."

It is a sweet sentiment, but you notice that yet again, his smile doesn't reach his eyes. It angers you. You don't want empty promises, and you intend to start your marriage as you mean to go on. With honesty.

"I know about you and the servant girl." You can't even speak the girl's name.

Robb drops your hand like a scalding hot coal. He clenches his jaw as his eyes darken.

"What about her?" he asks, clearly annoyed at the topic being raised.

Your mother's words ring in your ears and give you the confidence to speak your mind.

"I want you to end your relationship with her before you and I are wed."

"What?" He's flustered. Speechless.

"I am not some brood mare being sold for the sake of gaining an alliance," you say, feeling emboldened, "My father adores me, and if I go to him in earnest and tell him that I don't want this marriage, he will not hesitate to end this arrangement."

Robb is quiet for a moment as he stares at you, clearly shocked by your nerve. "How could you ask such a thing of me? You don't even know me."

You almost backtrack as you consider his words, but the spirit of your mother inside you won't allow you to.

"These are my conditions," you say, "If you cannot meet them, well...I'm sure you and I both have many other marriage prospects. My father mentioned something about the Freys?"

Robb doesn't say anything, stunned into silence.

"I don't demand your home, nor do I expect your love. But I will have your respect," you say, a firmness in your tone, "I'll leave you to think it through. Your Grace."

***

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Angel Of Death, Two Sides Of The Same Coin, Chapter 1

Word Count:  991

“You don’t need to go in, Levinson.”

“The hell I don’t,” Ari growled as he strapped the nine-millimeter handgun to the shoulder holster.  Bucky and Curtis chuckled with one another, laughing at how the second in command of Drysdale’s empire was going into the field when he normally usually worked the back allies and his contacts for information, “Shut the hell up you jackals…what are you laughing at, huh?”

“Nothing…just…don’t you feel more comfortable in a dark alley, scamming on some low-level punk who’s trying to make a name for himself?”

“Or bucking some sense into em?” Curtis added.

“Shut the hell up,” Ari growled, glaring at the two men, “I don’t see any of your information panning out…now get into position.”

“Aye-aye cap-i-tan-ay,” Bucky said jokingly as he tucked a few of his butterfly knives along his sleeves, “whatever you say.”

“Captain on deck,” Curtis reminded his friend with a gruff chuckle, “You’d never know it though fro-“

“Shut the hell up you idiots,” Ransom growled, glaring at his enforcer and security expert.  He pointed his head in the direction of the warehouse a few blocks away.  He gave Ari an unsure look, “you sure that we’re good to go there?  Looks deserted.”

“Trust me…Lucas Lee is in there,” Bucky chuckled, “that sick sonofabitch has been fucking the ass he trades around before he puts it on the market…least, that’s what Levinson learned…right buddy?”

Ari cringed at the information that led them there.  He’d found out through Pronge that Lee, although a smaller family, had been encroaching on Ransom’s territory…and not only that, but he was selling pussy and dick like there was no tomorrow on Ransom’s corners. 

“We going in, or what?” Ari asked.

“Everett, bring Lee out alive…no marks,” Ransom said firmly as he crossed his arms, “if I see him escape the three of you better fucking have bullets in your bodies.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” Bucky chuckled as he lit up his cigarette, “you want to take front door with me, Everett?  We all know how Levinson likes the back door.”

“Fuck off with the gay jokes, Barnes,” Ari growled, “at least I can get some…you spend all your time watching porn online.  That because you’re losing your touch…or you just have a taste for the young ones?”

“Fuck off with that shit,” he growled, “only woman I ever touched that was close to being young is the mother of my children.”

“How’s that working out?” Curtis teased, “still not allowed to see her or the little bastards?”

“Better than catching something like Everett…” Bucky laughed, changing the subject while hitting a low blow on his friend as he took a drag from his cigarette, “how’s the crabs, Curtis?  Pick up anything else from Lee’s girls this time?  Or just that?”

“Fuck off Barnes!” Curtis growled in response, now angry about his personal life being brought up. Bucky smirked, knowing that he hit a sore spot with the brute.

“What are you idiots waiting for?” Ransom asked, nodding towards the warehouse, “GET THE FUCK IN THERE!”

Ari’s breath caught in his throat the second he laid eyes on him.  It didn’t matter that Lucas Lee’s younger brother was pounding away at him while he was blitzed out of his mind, drooling off the edge of the dirty mattress. 

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, LEVINSON?” Curtis growled when he saw the mess, “He’s a Lee…”

“Was reaching for a gun,” Ari shrugged, pointing to the gun still in the younger man’s hand.  Ari fought the urge to rush the drugged-out man who was splattered in blood, and still very much processing what was going on, “you guys get Lee?”

“Yeah,” he nodded shortly.  Ari took a deep breath as Curtis spared him a glance, “you wanna tap that before we pull em all out and turn em over to Ransom?”

“He’s mine,” Ari said definitively, “whatever debt he owes in the books you find, I’ll be responsible for it…”

Curtis chuckled, “trust me when I say that’s not a smart idea man…he’s either an addict or in serious debt with how fucked out he looks.”

“D-Diane…”

“Or straight,” Curtis laughed, watching as the man splattered in blood looked between them, “still want that hole, Levinson?”

“Fuck off, Curtis.”

“Wh-where’s Diane?” the younger man asked, looking nervously to Ari, “d-do you know where Diane is?  L-Lucas and his broth-“

But he cut himself off with a scream when his hand ran over his face and came across bloody.  He dragged his other hand across his face and screamed again when he realized that too had blood on it, “o-oh my god.  I-I’m bleeding!”

“You’re not bleeding,” Ari said quickly, tucking his gun away.  He took a step towards the younger man, and his eyes shot up at him, “I’m here to help…I promise you that.”

“Where’s Diane?”

First off…I’m going to need to know, who is Diane?” Ari asked.  He pointed down at Lucas’ dead brother, “I’m not with them…I don’t know who you are talking about.”

“M-my sister,” he said quickly, the firm line between fucked up and sober seeming like something he was teetering on as he came to, “they’ve been paying my debts…me and my sister…we-we ran away from our parents…my dad was raping her…Lucas found us on my boat…wh-where is she?  I need to see her.”

“We’ll find her, I promise,” Ari said quickly, taking a few more steps until he was near the bed, “how old is she?”

“She’s my age…she’s my little sister…” he nearly wailed when Ari came into arm’s reach.  He sat up on his knees and threw himself against the broad chest of the older man, “you have to help me find her…please.”

“We’ll find her…” Ari said calmly, stroking the younger man’s hair, “Can you tell me your name?”

“F-Frank.  My name is Frank Adler.”

“I’m Ari, Frank,” he cooed, “and we’ll find your sister.  I  promise.”

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Me too

Milky White [Homelander x Reader]

Title: Milky White [Homelander x Reader]

Synopsis: You’ve got a newborn baby and bills up your ass. You’re offered big bucks to work as an escort, but it’s only on your way to your first job that you find out your client is the Homelander himself. 

Word Count: 4071

notes: reader is an escort, reader recently had a child/descriptions of post-childbirth body, paid sexual encounter,  adult breastfeeding, improper use of breast milk

The job was going to pay off two of your massive credit card debts in one fell swoop. That’s how much it paid. And that’s what you reminded yourself as the car rolled to a stop inside a darkened parking garage, which had been accessible only when the driver submitted a security code and held his face up to a digital scanner. That this job was going to pay a lot… a lot.

And if he liked you, there might be more jobs in the future. More credit cards you could paid off. Loans you could wipe out. A college fund for your newborn son. Only if he liked you, though, is what the agency told you; only if he wanted you to come back after this first job.

But who, exactly, was your client? That had been kept mum, even as you were led into a black car with tinted windows, even as you were led through security clearance upon security clearance. A gated road, an underground tunnel, and now a private parking garage…

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The way im obsessed w the boys rn

Bend and Break || Homelander

-PART FOUR-

Warnings: Gore, violence, course language, angst.

Summary: People can only bend their morales so far before they break. Homelander is the world’s greatest superhero, and you, a tech analyst, somehow become entangled in his world when he learns that you provide intel to The Boys. He makes it his personal mission to find out exactly what you know, but he never expected such resistance from someone as damaged as you. But broken things can be mended, sometimes in the most unexpected ways possible.

Author’s Note: As a bit of a disclaimer, I have only seen snippets of The Boys. I haven’t actually watched all of it, so forgive me if there are some details that are wrong, as well as the many spelling errors that will undoubtedly be in this series. There is a tag list open for those who wish to be added. I apologise for the long chapters. Gif by @itisa-profoundbond-sarandom

|PART ONE| |PART TWO| |PART THREE|

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked angrily, as you followed Homelander up the large staircase of your apartment complex and onto the roof. He hovered a few metres away from the edge, whilst you stood as close to the edge of the roof as you could. Homelander turned to face you, his hair gently rustling in the wind. “I’m going to confront Stillwell. I want answers, and she is going to give them to me”.

“We need to be smart about this…” You persisted throwing you arms out in annoyance “if you go charging in there all high and mighty and demand answers, she’s going to know that something is wrong. We need to do this discreetly, otherwise you’re going to fuck this up for everyone”.

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“ANSWER Me!” was a Los-Angeles based magazine, which aimed to be the most controversial publication of all time. It has published between 1991-94 by Jim Goad. On it’s 4th issue called “RAPE”, Richard Ramirez agreed to answer to a questionnaire.

+ he is so honest on his answers lool, it’s like he doesn’t even think and write whatever comes into his mind first.

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I never thought I’d see this phrase in an avengers smutfic account but shit happens i guess

they hated Jesus for telling the truth too

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Me searching for Lambert fics:

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Nah this shit just made me horny as fuck

Dead End (1)

Summary: Your rescue during the zombie apocalypse comes from an unlikely trio but you soon learn your safety comes at a cost. [Apocalypse and vampire AU setting, dubcon bordering on noncon, blood play, biting, brief description of period sex (f oral), cum eating and explicit sex, 18+ only] 

Pairing: Vampire!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Vampire!Curtis Everett x Vampire!Ari Levinson. Future Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Author’s Note: This is a DARK fic. It was inspired by this post. Thank you @whisperlullaby​​ for beta’ing and @ozarkthedog​​ for the beautiful moodboard. We’ll meet Jake in part 2! Reblog or comment if you enjoy!

The feeling of cool fingers climbing your inner thigh wakes you. Andy’s still curled against your side, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. His lips against your skin are cold and still. Even after all these months, the lack of breath still unnerves you, reminding you of what these men are. You blink and glance down your body to the figure between your thighs. What little light manages to leak through the blackout curtains tells you it’s dusk, nearly night but it’s not enough to illuminate the room.

“You smell so good,” Ari murmurs, nuzzling your bare core. “I could smell the blood from the other room. You’re early.”

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This anon just woke up my piss kink

OMG WHAT WOULD BE ROMANIANS REACTION TO THEIR MATE HAVING TO PEE OR SMH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST

Vladimir be face palming, so would Stefan but he'll atleast laugh about it.

Can't take this human anywhere.

#im sorry to my followers