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targaryen-dynasty · 1 day

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SET ME ALIGHT AGAIN.

Cregan Stark x female!Targaryen!Reader

"It was on request of your younger brother's small council that Lord Cregan Stark agreed to take you to the North with him to prevent you from succumbing to grief like your aunt did. And now it's at his hands that the haze in your eyes is replaced by an emotion you haven't felt in so long, an emotion he’s giving back to you. And you let it flood you."

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MDNI; p in v, oral (fem receiving), angst (?), breeding kink, size kink, size difference, romantic fucking in front of the fireplace, afab reader, post dance of the dragons

WORDS: 4.8 K

NOTES: I dedicate this to @sylasthegrim. You're not only one of the few people I really grew fond of in the short time we truly got to know each other, but since both our minds basically came down to the same idea, this is for you! Thanks for beta reading this. 💕

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

You’ve been in Winterfell for a moon’s turn by now, and have quickly noticed that the ancestral castle possesses a beauty and calmness the Red Keep can be jealous of. But even that isn’t enough to make you feel at home – as if you could ever call a place your home again. Not after you’ve witnessed almost everyone in your family, no matter whether you liked them or not, perish at the hands of each other.

It was on request of your younger brother, now dubbed King Aegon the third, or rather of his small council that Lord Cregan Stark agreed to take you to the North with him to prevent you from succumbing to grief like your aunt did. And while you’re grateful for the chance to flee the one place that has caused you more hurt than good, riding in a carriage up to the far North like a commoner wasn’t exactly pleasant.

But how else should you have gotten there when your precious mount died along its kind as the common people stormed the Dragonpit?

For the past month, you’ve very rarely seen the sun – or anyone else than your maids.

Your days are spent in your chambers, not leaving the safety of the Guest House as you often try to find the sleep you can’t seem to get at night. And during the night, when the Hour of the Owl strikes and no light other than that of the moon reaches Winterfell, one often finds you wandering the quiet halls of the castle. Sometimes one even spots you outside in the Godswood, regardless of the low temperatures that make the three pools fed by an underground hot spring look even more inviting.

But warmth and comfort are never what you’re after.

You feel incredibly daring tonight, sitting beneath the ancient weirwood tree on one of its roots. Although there is a thick fur coat draped around your frame, the thin nightgown beneath does not allow you to be kept as warm as one usually desires, your bare feet hidden inside of the coat not a big help either.

Tiptoeing barefoot through the snow was the hardest part, but it was worth it as it gave you exactly what your body longs for.

You’re far too absorbed by the reflection of the moon dancing on the pool of black water beneath the tree, and the peaceful allure of the snow-covered night that you don’t notice you’re not alone anymore.

“Princess?” a husky voice rings out from the shadows, one you’d even recognize in a room full of loud and drunken men.

Almost as if he doesn’t want to startle you, the tall frame of the Lord of Winterfell approaches you without any sudden moves, becoming more visible with the moonlight shining down on him. “What are you doing out here this late?”

Only when he’s stopping not far away from you do you avert your eyes from him to the water again. “I could ask you the same, Lord Stark,” you reply softly.

A chuckle rumbles in his chest at your remark, and you can’t help the tint of heat hearing it brings to your cheeks. “Indeed you could,” he says. “I have not slept well, and the night has a peaceful allure. But you should not be out in the open without any guards, especially not this late at night.”

You drag your index finger through the snow at your side, drawing a mindless pattern in the dark as you do not pay any mind to his words. “And why is that, Lord Stark?” you ask, a certain snarkiness to your tone. “There is nothing worse that could happen to me than what I have already endured.”

Cregan sighs, and even in the dim light you can make out that he’s scratching his stubble covered chin. “And yet, should something else happen to you, I would not like myself for neglecting you and not protecting you just as I have sworn to the king,” he explains. “Besides, there is a cold chill in the air that I can not believe you are not feeling right now.”

“Perhaps that is the answer you’ve been looking for, my lord,” you mumble. “Perhaps I came here to feel something.”

The Wolf of the North doesn’t immediately answer you. Instead, there lingers a pause between you. But it’s not uncomfortable or feels as though it doesn't pass, no, you find yourself to actually enjoy his company.

His next words, however, even surprise you as you didn’t think he was capable of it. “Feeling the cold of the snow has its way to make one feel alive, that much is true,” he agrees, and then looks up to the dark sky. “You wish to feel something else than the pain of the absence of the people you’ve lost in this war, I understand… I think.”

His words make the feeling of emptiness, the hollowing ache of loss just worse, while at the same time, he seems to know the feeling of craving pain when you’re just so used to it.

“This cold bite, the chill that lingers on the skin — no one should want to feel it, Princess. It makes even my bones shake, do you know that? Surely you must be shivering, and we should be getting you inside. I should be getting you inside.”

You know he‘s right. While his words are blunt in nature, they are very much that of truth. You shouldn’t be out here, nor should you want to be out here. There‘s nothing to enjoy about this cold chill and the snow, not when you‘re as sparsely dressed as you are. You‘re not yet used to the chill of Winterfell, of the North.

Cregan offers you his hand, but you‘re still hesitant to take it. Albeit you reach out, your significantly smaller hand hovers over his, not yet grabbing it. “You‘re not exactly wearing proper attire to be out in this wretched cold for very long,“ he remarks. “Let me help you get up, your feet must be in agony by now.“

“And what if I don‘t want to?“

“Then I will still get you up.“ There is a tinge of amusement in his voice now, seeing this little bit of rebelliousness from you, your strength of mind. Even if he doesn’t exactly approve of it. “I shall simply pick you up myself, throw you over my shoulder, and carry you inside to your chambers, even though I‘d get you quite angry and don‘t imagine you want me to do just that.“

You don’t believe he actually has the gumption to do something like that at first, although you know he’s able to muster a decent amount of strength that would easily allow him to lift you up. But then, you wonder if he would truly do it if challenged. “Try that, if you dare, my lord.”

He lets out a snort of amusement, enjoying the teasing that slowly shapes between you two. It still is a challenge, and as a man of his station, he could never let words like this go unspoken. “Oh, I dare, Princess.”

Putting forth his arm, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and easily pulls you forwards onto your feet without applying too much pressure. You’re certainly caught off guard by his actual willingness to lift you up, and a squeal escapes your lips before you’re tossed on his strong shoulder as if you are some silly, helpless girl.

Cregan carries you through the Godswood and towards the Guest House, though you don’t resist too much as you’re hanging there over his shoulder – a part of you is grateful you don’t have to walk through the snow with your bare feet once more.

“Lord Stark, put me down at once!” you demand with a little twinge of laughter in your voice. You feel so light, much lighter than you imagine he’s used to lifting up, almost as if it’s taken all of the pressure off your shoulders.

But when there doesn’t come an answer from him, you grow slightly frustrated. “What if anyone sees, you madman!” you remark, embarrassment warming your cheeks.

“Madman? That’s rich coming from the woman who was willing to freeze to death in the snow,” he says jokingly, approaching the large doors. “Who do you think could see us at this hour, princess? The rats? And what if they do? What if someone sees me carrying the poor princess, who had the gall to get out of her bed after midnight and wander the Godswood while in her nightgown?” Although there is amusement in his voice, you also notice the faintest hint of flirtation laced within. “Will they judge me for carrying her, or would they judge her for her imprudent midnight excursion?”

You stay silent thrown over his shoulder, not sure how to reply. You thought you had a good comeback, but it seems Cregan is one step ahead of you. The flirtatious teasing you’ve heard catches you off guard, not expecting to hear it from him at all. It makes your cheeks flush with even more embarrassment when you notice that he’s actually right. But you don’t want to admit the truth in what he’s said.

“You mock me, but you shall see there would be much scandal if someone were to see this,” you retort, trying to keep calm as you’re now a little bit flustered by these sudden developments. “Besides,” you say, trying to remain unbothered and nonchalant, “who says I won’t tell a tale of you being the imprudent one?”

“Ah, you little rascal,” Cregan replies with a chuckle, giving your thigh a tight squeeze. “I see you’d find a way to turn the tides and have it end up with me being the bad guy, taking my chances on a vulnerable woman in the guise of protecting her.”

You’re clearly enjoying the teasing a tad too much, enjoying these quick and witty back-to-backs with him, taking your mind off of your grief. Drawing in a deep breath, you hold onto Cregan’s thick coat. “What would you have been protecting me from, Lord Stark?” you ask with feigned innocence. “Were the trees too menacing that you just had to sweep me off my feet to carry me away from their clutches?”

“No, I am afraid it was not the trees that had me worried, Princess,” Cregan replies as he brings you further into the Guest House, easily opening the door to the sleeping quarters with one hand. “The cold was the greater menace, and it had you in its grasp.”

Your words die in your throat when he puts you down on your bed, the soft furs very welcomed beneath your cold feet. You look up at him with wide eyes and a heaving chest as he towers over your significantly smaller frame, and you wait for him to make the next move.

There’s a moment of silence between you, obviously he’s considering his next words.

And boy do they disappoint you. “I shall make sure a fire is lit for you to warm yourself, princess,” he says, turning around to approach the hearth on the other side of the room.

Cregan crouches down to build and start a small fire in the hearth that should last the night, not wanting you to stay too cold. But you wouldn’t be a thoroughbred dragon if it didn’t mean for you to take any risks. And so you get onto your cold feet, the coat still draped around your shoulders sliding down to the ground.

Feeling a bit too exposed too quickly, you grab one of the thick fur blankets laying on your bed instead and wrap it around your frame, before you tiptoe towards the large wolf kneeling in front of the fireplace.

“I have something different in mind,” you speak softly. Cregan, startled by your words and your sudden approach, turns around and faces you as he rises to his feet. You reach and bury your hands in the collar of his coat, the blanket falling to the ground in the process, and when you use your grip to pull him close, you find that he does not shy away in the least – if anything, he follows the tug to connect your lips in a heated kiss.

He brings his large hands to your waist with ease, and presses his body against yours. The wolf feels like he’s drowning in you, in your lips, your warmth, your presence and scent. Wanting to lose himself in the moment, in you, his hands wander lower to your hips.

“I did not expect you to do this tonight,” he breathes against your lips, breaking the silence.

“And I did not expect some things from you tonight either,” you reply, breathlessly, voice breaking with every breath you take. “Is that a bad thing?”

His voice is low and smooth as he speaks, shaking his head. “Quite the contrary.” There is a flirtatious smile on his lips, and a playfulness you haven’t seen before in his gray eyes. It’s as if that small spark between you has quickly evolved into an inferno that now burns bright in the both of you.

It’s a fierce and burning kiss when your lips connect once more, fueled by the fires coursing through your veins. You release a soft whimper with his large paws trailing over your sides, feeling the fabric of your nightgown.

“If we continue this, I won’t be able to stop myself,” he rasps.

You tilt your head back to look at him, a cheeky grin on your lips. “Perhaps I do not want you to.”

Cregan’s eyebrows raise at your reply, and you feel his hands tighten around your waist once more. He can’t help but feel a jolt of arousal run down his back, which prompts him to release a low chuckle. “Well, if you wish for it that much…” he whispers in response, before pulling you back toward him, kissing you passionately.

A breathless chuckle slips past your lips as you pull back from him, licking your kiss swollen lips. “But there are a few things we need to get you out of first,” you tease, tugging at the thick, furry coat that’s draped over his broad shoulders.

“Are you this eager to have your hands over all of me?” he replies with a flirtatious smirk, but still unclips the coat and lets it fall to the ground. He doesn’t mind you seeming quite intent to get him out of his armor, allowing you to fumble with the clasps and buckles, and eventually helps you remove the heavy bits until he’s left wearing nothing but his breeches. But even those are quickly unlaced by you, left to be a puddle around his feet.

“My my, do you not feel a little too hot still, Lord Stark?” you tease, letting your fingers wander over his exposed stomach. You can’t help but feel warmth creeping onto your cheeks as you see him in such little clothing, so exposed. He’s a muscular man, tall and large, and the sight of his bare skin with the dark of hair on his chest and a trail of it running below his undergarments is a welcoming one.

Through the linen you see that he’s already hard and begging, waiting for you to take things further. Truly a shame you seem to relish in the teasing.

Goosebumps prickle on his skin in the wake of your finger, making you smile. You drag your finger along the waistband of his undergarments, hooking it beneath to tug on it. He knows what you desire, and he’s not ashamed to give you just that. “I do not see you so eager to remove your own clothes, Princess,” he teases, undoing the laces in the front for his undergarments to join his breeches. “It is hardly fair you want to see all of me, yet I am not allowed to do the same.”

You take in a sharp breath at the sight of his hard cock, standing to full attention. It has you licking your lips. Batting your eyelashes at him, you’re quick to pull your nightgown over your head, a smirk on your lips. A flimsy piece of linen conceals what lies between your legs, but it’s still enough for him to all but devour your almost bare frame.

“There,” you whisper, “now we are on equal grounds.”

Cregan takes a moment to look over you, licking his lips at the sight of your breasts fully exposed mto him. He knows you’re no maiden who’s completely untouched, you wouldn’t be as confident if you were, but it doesn’t stop him from appreciating the sight in front of him.

“Equal grounds, truly?” he asks you, taking a step toward you. One arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him, as his other hand fists the linen of your smallclothes. “I think you still have an advantage over me, Princess. Because I have yet to see what lies beneath your undergarments.”

Your palms rest flatly against his chest, and you press a chaste kiss to his skin. “I will not stop you, Lord Stark,” you whisper, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Then let’s make these ‘equal grounds’ a little bit more equal, hm?” Cregan whispers as well. He sinks to his knees with his mouth trailing a path down your body, licking and kissing over your skin until he reaches your navel. His large hands trail over your sides and thighs on his way down, the movement and sight making your breath hitch in your throat.

A shudder ripples through your body as he tugs your smallclothes down your legs, and while you watch him with your hands buried in his dark curls, his eyes are all but focused on what’s between your legs.

He drapes one of your legs over his broad shoulder, his dark blown eyes darting up to meet yours, and before you can make any teasing remark, his mouth is on you. A gasp catches in your throat. “Cregan, please,” you whimper, forgetting all courtesies the moment his tongue drags through your slit. There’s no softness, no gentleness in the way he all but devours your cunt, the previous teasing having made his patience run thin.

Your head tips back in pleasure as his tongue alternates between sliding into you and swirling around your pearl, noticing both options have you grind your hips against his face. The tip of his nose rubs so perfectly against your pearl when his mouth pays attention to your entrance, and Cregan’s fingers dig into your flesh with your body tensing up already, keeping you steady.

The Wolf of the North growls against your cunt as if he’s truly turned into one, devouring you with all he’s got, the sheer pleasure brought by his tongue and lips taking over you.

As you look down at him again, you find him already staring up at you, watching you carefully as you slowly but surely unravel on his tongue. It’s intense, but you’re captivated enough not to break eye contact.

“Gods, yes, I–” you whimper, and fall apart all over his tongue with a shudder. If it wasn’t for Cregan’s paws on your body, you would have lost balance by now, especially with the way he seemed to work his tongue in and out of you faster just in rhythm to his nose rubbing your pearl.

He pulls away from you slowly as your peak subsides, and with his beard and lips glistening with the remnants of your arousal, how could you not pounce on him right then and there?

He supports his body with one arm placed on the ground and stretches his legs as you push yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his strong neck. The taste of yourself on his tongue makes you moan against his lips before you deepen the kiss.

Cregan’s hard cock is nestled between your bodies, and you can’t resist wrapping your hand around it, stroking him once, twice, before you shift your hips and slowly sink down on him.

Muscular arms completely wrap around your waist, making you very well aware of the size difference between the two of you. You’re significantly smaller than him, and relish in the feeling of being safe and protected with him around. You two haven’t been too close upon your arrival in the North, but it seems that there has been a hidden attraction lingering for quite some time.

You know your hips would sooner or later become sore from pumping him with your core, hence you stick to rocking your hips back and forth with his cock stuffed deep inside you. It’s intimate and slow, but with the coarse hairs around the base of his cock dragging over your pearl with each swivel of your hips, you’re still racing for completion.

While he mouths along your jaw and the curve of your throat, one of his hands comes up to cup your breast. Rolling the perky bud between his index finger and thumb, the slight sting works wonders to amplify the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“By the Seven,” you whimper, grinding your hips against him with more determination.

There comes a sharp hiss in return from him, barely audible between the open mouthed kisses he presses to your collar bones. You’re clawing at his shoulders and neck by now, scratching it despite the sensuality of your movements, and it feels as though you’re even drawing blood. But he doesn’t care about that – he rather enjoys having a woman that doesn’t hold back.

Trailing his lips up to your throat, he nudges your chin with his nose, prompting you to tip your head back. “It’s not them you need to pray to right now, Princess,” Cregan rasps, a clear strain to his voice. “But perhaps I should take that as a compliment, hm?”

His words cause you to chuckle, and you’re grateful that he’s quickly distracted by kissing your throat again, because otherwise he might have noticed the heat his words bring to your cheeks. “If that is…” you trail off panting, burying your hand in his curls to tug his head back, forcing him to look up at you. The sight of his dark blown eyes hungrily gazing at you sends a shiver down your spine. You feel desired. “If that is a compliment, then I shall have to say it much more often.”

You’re not sure if it’s the fact you state wanting to compliment him more often, or if he’s just not used to having an appreciative lover in general, but your words seem to flip a switch inside of him. You quickly find yourself lowered on the fur blankets, warming your back while the flames heat up your skin and Cregan your blood.

Nestled between your legs, he’s growing more determined now, the sensual rocking of your hips clearly not enough for him, but you don’t mind it. As much as you enjoy being in control, setting the tone, you also revel in following the lead.

He’s propped up on one elbow, supporting himself as he thrusts into you, rolling his hips that make his cock drag so expertly against the sweet spot inside of you.

With one hand, you hold onto his broad shoulder, digging your nails into his skin, while the other gropes at his chest, teasing his bud just like he’s done with yours before. The feeling of his coarse hairs beneath your fingers feels somewhat strange at first, for Aemond hasn’t had as much chest hair as Cregan does, but it’s also comforting.

The familiar coil in the pit of your belly tightens slowly with his hips snapping into yours over and over again, split open by his hard cock.

“Will you fill me up, my lord?” you moan breathily, arching your back with your breasts pressing against his sturdy frame.

Cregan releases a choked groan at the question, and for a moment you can feel his hips stutter. You briefly wonder if you’ve pushed your luck too far, especially with him not replying immediately, until his raspy voice cuts through the heavy pants and moans.

“Only if you let me take you to wife, Princess.”

You inevitably clench down around him as a small, hiccuped gasp catches in your throat, resulting in Cregan drawing in a sharp breath. The haze in your eyes is replaced by an emotion you haven't felt in so long, an emotion he’s now giving back to you. And you let it flood you.

Your hand comes from his chest to his biceps, holding onto it as you gather your thoughts. His hips haven’t slowed down one bit, and he’s truly expecting you to answer as if he wasn’t repeatedly impaling you on his cock right now.

Staring up at him with wide eyes, your voice isn’t any louder than a whisper. “It would be foolish of me to turn this offer down,” you reply.

An impish smirk dances along Cregan’s features. “Is that meant to be a yes?”

“Y-Yes, it is, “ you whimper beneath him, arching your back once more.

The warmth of his body, his weight and scent cloud your every being, and his thrusts are determined and harsh enough to render you speechless, your mind and body completely claimed by him.

His hand snakes between your bodies, aiming for your sensitive pearl. Though the coarse hair around his cock has granted you at least a bit of friction, it’s not enough to bring you to your peak. His thumb circles over the little bud, fully coated with your arousal, and the thread in your belly is close to snapping.

“Then I just might,” he grunts in return.

Your body jerks at the sudden touch, but his muscular frame between your legs is enough to keep you pinned to the ground. “I need you… Cregan,” you whimper, bringing a hand behind his head to pull him down for a heated kiss. Your lips hardly part to release whimpers and moans, swallowing each other’s sounds of pleasure without any shame. “Let me give you a spare.”

It appears that your words give him a new-found vigor that leaves you gasping, the pace of his hips increasing. As you start to roll your hips against his thumb, you not only create some friction that feeds your pleasure but his as well. It’s not long after that your peak washes over you with a soft gasp, walls clenching around him like a vice.

With your small frame trembling between his strong arms, Cregan releases a strained grunt, his own peak being milked out of him by your cunt fluttering around his cock. He keeps on dragging his thumb over your sensitive pearl, prolonging your peak and the pleasure that comes with it.

You stare up at him with wide eyes as you’re milking him for every drop, because there’s something so vulnerable in this wolf of a man, towering over you with his skin glistening with sweat, so desperate to fill you with his seed and breed you.

The last jolts of his peak force him to languidly rut his hips into yours, desperately chasing the feeling of bliss that courses through your veins. His chest heaves with every heavy breath he takes, and the dark curls are damp and fall into his face.

Only as Cregan is certain there’s not one drop of his seed left inside of him does he slowly stop his ministrations, and the hand that has toyed with your bud seizes your hips, stilling them.

His erratic breaths fans over your sweaty skin with his lips pressing to your temple. The feeling of being whole with him doesn’t leave you, not when his weight pins you down and keeps you grounded, easing your tumbled mind.

“I shall welcome the arrival of any child you bear me,” Cregan says, inevitably breaking the silence.

A smile spreads across your lips as you wrap your legs around his hips, and your arms around his neck. “Be careful what you wish for. My children will certainly be just as stubborn as me.”

His heart is practically pounding against his ribs, and he can feel himself on the verge of being lost by your touch alone again. You make him go wild and feral, your bold and flirtatious nature bringing out another side to him that’s completely unexpected. And yet it feels so right.

The teasing banter brings a smile to his lips and a light to his gray eyes, your wit and humor shining through. “Let them be stubborn, then,” he chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “They only need to be half as feisty as you, and I shall be the happiest man in Winterfell.”

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r7inyz · 4 months

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what if. what if this is in the movie. what if.

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Original!!! (Ive seen too many times.)

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teyamsgrl · 1 year

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you've been caught, babygirl ✧ jake sully

❗️MDNI ❗️

this one is longer than my others but idk what to say HE JUST MAKES ME FERAL MAAAAAAN 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ - part two!!!

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader (best friends with agedup!kiri), implied infidelity, very sub!reader, dilf!jake, dom!jake, obvi age gap, masturbation, sorta cocky!jake, daddy kink duh, nipple play, oral m receiving, rough sex, DIRTY TALK - sevin: pretty

kiri sully was your best friend. you spent almost every minute of the day together. you first became friends as children but ultimately bonded over your shared interests and tsahik practice. now both in your mid twenties, you two are inseparable. since you’ve become an adult, there has been something looming everytime you are in the sully’s tent and in the presence of toruk makto himself. despite knowing how wrong it is, you cannot stop your eyes from drifting to and staying on jake, millions of thoughts running through your mind about him as a partner but more significantly, how he is in bed. it engulfs your mind constantly, the thought of him dragging you away to pound you or his hands pushing your mouth further down his massive cock. he was undeniably sexy and hard to remove from your mind.

one night when you're unable to sleep, you decide to take a walk through the forest, hoping to clear your head of the dirty thoughts encroaching. you get deep enough in the forest and hit a small pond, deciding to rest on the nearby rock. you hoist yourself on top of the rock, sighing as you look up to night sky. your hands fall to your thighs, fingers tracing your glowing freckles. you sigh as your finger inches closer to your loincloth which is guarding your dripping and pulsating pussy. you run your finger over the wet spot, instantly rolling your hips upon contact. "fuck it.." you mumble, slipping off your loincloth and laying it down beside you on the rock. you spread your legs, fingers trailing to your clit. you gasp, slowly rubbing circles on it. you shut your eyes at the feeling, moving your fingers faster along what is your now throbbing clit. you bring your fingers lower, entering two immediately into your hole. "oh- jake.." you subconsciously moaned his name into the air, something you did often when masturbating. all you could think of was him. him. him. him.

speaking of him, jake was also unable to fall into a slumber tonight. he quietly escaped his family's tent, initially planning to take a ride on his ikran, but decided a walk would maybe be better. little did he know a walk would be a wonderful decision. he figured he would walk to the nearby pond, stick his feet in the water and try to relax. as he got in closer proximity with the pond, he could hear some faint moans... and then his name. he sauntered over as quietly as possible, peering through the trees to spot you. legs spread, two fingers deep and moaning his name. he smirks to himself, concocting a plan in just seconds.

just as you throw your head back and your moans become more intense, you are startled by a single sentence: "you've been caught, babygirl". your eyes shoot open at the familiar voice, knowing exactly who would be standing in front of you. you scramble to collect your breaths and loincloth, a purple blush flooding your cheeks as this was quite possibly your worst nightmare. "i-, i-" you begin to stutter, avoiding eye contact out of pure shock. "no need to be shy, sevin" you feel his fingers grab your chin, tilting it up and forcing you to look into his eyes, a darker shade of amber compared to normal. "do you normally moan my name when you do this? when you have your fingers deep in your pussy?" he taunts, grabbing said fingers and bringing them to his mouth to taste you. he hums at the taste, pulling them out and smirking at your expression, desperate yet so silent. "gonna use your words and talk to me?" he tilts his head in curiosity, awaiting your response. "jake, this is wrong-" his cocky chuckle cuts you off, "is it? i mean, you were the one fingering yourself while thinking of me... so that is a pretty hypocritical thing to say" he leans closer, breath grazing your lips.

"i know you want to babygirl, do it" he whispers before you collide your lips against his, a heated and passionate kiss forming. his hands reach to remove your top, tits becoming exposed to the evening air. you gasp as the cool breeze hardens your nipples, and gasp louder when his large hands grope them and flick at your nipples. he pulls away from the kiss, causing a whimper to fall from your now swollen lips. "what is it, princess? you like when daddy plays with your nipples?" he pinches them, watching your eyes shut out of pleasure. "ah ah- don't look away from daddy now, keep your eyes on me" you re-open your eyes, hands trailing up to his biceps. "do you see what you do to me, baby?" his eyes glance down to his erection under his loincloth before observing how you lick your lips.

"come suck daddy's cock" he steps back for you to jump off the rock, switching so he is leaning against it now. you kneel, grabbing the waistband of his loincloth and pulling it down to reveal his large cock. your eyes widen slightly, your imagination not even coming close to the real thing. it was so hard, calling your name. you couldn't fathom the fact that you were actually in this scenario outside of your mind. you lick the tip, already leaking precum. you purr at the salty taste, gazing up at jake's face. his stare is direct and lustful, mouth agape slightly. his one hand presses into the rock while the other becomes situated at the back of your head. "that's it, show daddy what you think of while you fuck yourself" you whine and nod, mouth enveloping his tip. you begin to suck, slowly moving further down his shaft. you bob your head up and down consistently on him, his moans gaining volume. his eyes meet yours again, his head then getting thrown back. "those eyes- i see the way you look at me all the time, dying to get fucked" he chuckles softly, using his hand on your head to push you all the way down and hold you there. you choke lightly, moaning around him. he groans and bites his lip, watching your eyes water. "such a slut for me, huh?" he pulls you off, watching you gasp for air. "again.." you whimper, spit dripping from your chin. "yeah? you want more?" he pushes you down again, eyes boring into yours once again. "you're such a good slut for daddy" he moans and pulls you off again then pulls you to stand up.

he pulls your front flush against his, his frame towering over yours. you grip his shoulders, his hands roaming to your ass and placing a hard spank on your ass cheek. you whine, hips jerking against his hard cock. "gonna mark this ass with my handprint" he growls, spanking you again, again and again. you whine continuously, basking in the pleasurable tingle coming off of your ass. "should i fuck you now, sevin? hm?" he keeps a solid grip on your already sore ass cheeks, head tilted down to address you. "y-yes, please..." he tsks, "that's not how you ask for cock babygirl". you whimper under his gaze before speaking, "please daddy, i've never wanted something more, please fuck me and use me, please daddy i'm your good slut.. take me.." the sentence leaves your mouth as a whine, chest heaving from adrenaline and anticipation. "that's better, darling. on your back, lie on the ground and lift those legs for me" he gestures to the grass, watching you attentively. your brain is already foggy, taking a moment to process his instructions. "don't make me punish you, on the ground now" he says sternly, and you rush to settle yourself on the grass, holding your legs up by the back of your thighs.

jake hovers above you, stroking his stiff cock in his large hand. "daddy~" you mewl, barely being able to wait at this point. "patience.." he drops to his knees, hands spreading your legs open. "how many times have you imagined this?" he whispers, kissing along your neck. "so many times...", he hums and sucks on your sweet spot, leaving a deep purple mark. "well it's gonna be better than you ever fucking thought it would be" he whispers, throwing your legs on his shoulders and lining his cock up with your hole. his cockiness made him even hotter. he pushes in all the way, stuffing you full with his cock. you moan loudly, already arching at the sensation. "fuck yes..." he breathes, pulling out and starting to thrust. it was hard and fast from the get-go, no mercy being given. "oh my- daddy" you moan, hands digging into the grass. he groans and thrusts deeper, "you're such a dirty girl, letting your best friend's dad use your pussy". you nod as your brain fog increases, mind completely boggled at the events. he chuckles watching your eyes roll back, face fucked out. "you like this cock, huh? you love daddy's cock, don't you?" he moans as your pussy clenches around him, "yes, i fucking-" you breathe heavily, "i love my daddy's cock". your pussy clenches again, urging him to fuck you even further into oblivion as he groans. "yeah, i'm your daddy, girl.. you're mine". a fluttering begins inside you, eyes rolling again. "o-oh fuck, can i- can i cum?" you ask in a low whimper, totally submissive to the man above you. "yes yes, soak my cock" he moans as he watches your back fully arch off the forest floor, cum flowing out of you along with a string of profanities. "good girl- fuck.. you want daddy to fill you with his cum? hm? want his cum leaking out of your hole all day tomorrow?" he questions, grasp on your legs tightening as he feels his orgasm approaching. "i need it! yes!" you squeal, pussy clenching at the mere thought. "i'm cumming- oh y/n.." your name spilled from his mouth as his cum filled your pussy straight to the brim. he groans loudly, catching his breath before placing your legs back to the ground gently and leaning over you. "you okay, darling?" he strokes your cheek before you giggle softly, "more than okay, shit" you giggle more, kissing him deeply. "i always knew you weren't that innocent" he whispers, helping you sit up.

the next day you entered the sully's tent to collect kiri for your daily tsahik trainings, smiling at her brothers. "y/n- HEY what is that?" she lowers her voice to a whisper, pointing at the prominent mark at the side of your neck. your eyes flicker over to jake who is smirking to himself as he cleans his gun. "o-oh, you know me, bumped into a branch again while walking at night" you fake chuckle, replaying the feeling of jake's lips in your head. she laughs "you have to be more careful! anyways, let's go" she begins to leads you both out of the tent. you look over your shoulder and watch jake's eyes travel from your ass to meet your own. he winks, causing a heat to course through your body. he might just be the death of you.

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Forever and always.. or maybe never.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Hanahaki Disease!AU

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim any of them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Summary: Some say that you cannot die from a broken heart, but how wrong they are. When your lover and husband, Aemond Targaryen begins to find comfort in another, the universe takes pity on you. Well, if you can count a deadly flower disease as pity.

❗️TW❗️: Profanity, mention and descriptions of blood, descriptions of choking and vomiting, hints to infidelity, mild mature scene, violence, character death, angst

(A/N: Hello, this is my own take on Hanahaki's disease with Aemond! Feel free to comment your thoughts, I am always open to criticism and feedback! I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count: 3.3K

Your love for Aemond hadn’t always been unrequited. At least you’d like to think it wasn’t. Both of you had grown together in the red keep as children. The two of you read together, ate together, and overall grew together. Aemond was your best friend before he was your betrothed. Whenever his mother was busy, it was your side that he clung to. The two of you were so attached at the hip that Alicent even took you to driftmark with them. You and the beast that came with you of course. No one really knows how you stumbled upon a hyena pup, nor how you tamed it to your side as a child. Nevertheless, they never forbid you from having it. If the Targaryens could have their dragons, and the Starks their dire wolves, then certainly you could have the tricky little beast that you insisted on calling Lark. In some ways, Alicent was thankful that you insisted on keeping it. After all, it was your hyena that stood between Aemond and the other children on that fateful night in driftmark. The beast had acted as your legs and ran faster than you could to reach the devastating brawl before you. Despite Aemond’s wails of pain, Lark refused to let the guards come too close. Only when you arrived did she move aside. Regardless of being young, that was the first night you realized your feelings for Aemond Targaryen. The very sight of him bleeding and broken struck you so deeply that you felt as if you had been maimed too. Alicent had noticed the change as well as she watched you stand by her son's side whilst he received stitches. Her dark eyes gazed deeply at how tightly you held Aemond’s hand, as if he would disappear. Aside from her, no one had ever loved her son this passionately, not even his own father.

“Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders” Rhaenyra demanded.

“ Was the blade of your son’s knife not enough sharpness for the night?” All eyes turned to you in surprise. You had never been known to speak out if it did not benefit you. Most of the time you were seen standing to the side, watching while others tore each other apart. Aemond could always see past it, see your true intentions. He knew you were studying how different people fought and where their weak points were. You had been around the red keep long enough to know that Lucerys Velaryon was Rhaenyra’s soft spot, and tonight you planned to use that against her.

“ You should watch your tongue when you speak to me” Rhaenyra warned, her eyes flickering over to her father to see if he would do anything.

“ or what, you’ll have Lucerys cut it out like he did Aemond’s eye” The neutrality on your face was enough to both scare and amaze Aemond.

“ You dar-”

“ Enough! My son has lost an eye and now you insist on arguing with a young girl?” Alicent moved up next to you, a hand on your back in support. She knew how terrifying it was to stand alone in a room full of adults scrutinizing you. That’s how her wedding felt after all. The queen’s hand never wavered through the interrogation of the green children. You held Aemond’s hand and she held you. Until things escalated that was. When the queen rushed towards Rhaenyra you stepped in front of Aemond. Shielding him from the sight of his mother in the midst of such violence. All Aemond could see in the midst of chaos was you, and all you could see was the river of blood on Rhaenyra’s arm. Little did you know how familiar you would be with crimson rivers in due time.

It was shortly after that night when your betrothal to the second son was announced. Alicent assured that it was needed to form an alliance between your family and theirs, when in reality it was a match made to ease the worried queen’s heart. In her eyes, no one else was a better match for Aemond than you, and for the longest time, you believed her. Oh, how foolish you were.

Six years passed with ease for the two of you. The first four were filled with fleeting touches, deep conversations, and young love.

“What is this, my lady, a journal?” Aemond’s voice floated around you as his chin found purchase on your shoulder.

“ And if it is?” You hummed, closing the leather-bound book a bit too quickly.

“ Then I fear I must inspect it. Wouldn’t want my future wife to be keeping secrets from me.” You recognized the playful jest in Aemond’s voice and wasted no time in rushing up from the bench.

“ Not so fast, my love.” Aemond chuckled, ensnaring you from behind.

“ Aemond!” You protested, smacking his locked arms with the leather bound book.

“ Have I ever told you how much I adore it when you fight back?” Aemond snickered, his breath hot on your neck.

“ You pervert!” You feigned offense before looking ahead to your pet, “ Lark, get him girl, c’mon!”

“ You know she won't come. That ole girl loves me as much as she loves you." Aemond smirked, whistling for Lark in the way you taught.

" Traitor." You grumble with a hidden smile as the Hyena trots over to the pair of you casually.

The two of you were married when he was seventeen and you were sixteen. Your union was repeated twice over. Once in front of a sept full of people, and then in the tradition of old valyria. Aemond wanted reassurance that you would never part from him. Your marriage fueled two more years full of what was now mature love.

The edge of your teeth pulled at the pillow of your bottom lip as you stared at the dark oak door. The sound of jeering men swarmed your thoughts and threatened the bile at the back of your throat. You tried to hide your discomfort for Aemonds sake, but he was keen to your reactions by now.

“ Do not fret, my love, I will not let them hear your noises. I would never let them hear what is only meant for me and you.” Aemond spoke lowly, using your hips to turn you towards him and away from the door.

“ They’ll hear regardless.” You muttered bitterly, “They’re sat out there with their ears pressed against the door just wa-”

“ I said they would not hear you and I meant it” Aemond murmured into your ear with a soft kiss to the sensitive skin just beneath it.

“Aem-” You sighed contently.

“That’s it..sȳz riña.”Good girl. Your breathing faltered as the pet name slipped past his lips. He had figured out how much you liked to be praised from your journals.

“ You r-remebered…”You managed to gasp as he trailed down your neck.

“ I remember anything and everything that has to do with you, my love. I always will.” Aemond promised between wet kisses. You shouldn’t have believed him, but you did.

You never would’ve thought that you could fall deeper in love with Aemond Targaryen after that night, but nine months later proved you wrong. The sight of him by your side as you delivered your son set permanent hearts in your eyes. He had not cared for the blood or screams, only you and the babe. The babe who he later named Aemys because it was as close as he could get to amethyst, your favorite color. Every little detail of the things he did revolves around you. That’s what fueled your denial the first time you coughed up blood.

Your eyes stared hard at the bloody petal laying in your palm. Had that come from you? You had read strange tales of those who bled flowers, but you believed it only to be fiction. Surly your blood would not change at the ripe age of ten and nine.

“ The flower that once bloomed love will soon bloom blood. “ Helaena aimlessly mumbled to herself from beside you.

“ What..?”Your heart sped up as you analyzed her words. No one had ever paid any mind to her silly riddles, except for you.

“ Blooming blood blooms a burial.” This time Helaena was focused on you as she spoke. Her eyes filled with unknown sorrow. You left Aemys to play with his cousins as you rushed to the library. No one else was there to question your sanity as you pulled book after book from the shelf to find the old dornish fables that lay hidden among them.

“Hanahaki..”Every word, every page, and every definition seemed to tear you apart further as you read. No other condition led to flowery bile except for this one. Aemond loved you though. How could this be possible?

Your thoughts would be answered two morrows later when Aemond returned from his siege of Harrenhal. Everyone had expected to see him arrive on dragon back alone, certainly not with a strong bastard. A gorgeous strong bastard at that. You felt your chest tighten as you gazed upon her dark flowy locks and enchanting eyes. Oh by the seven, how could you spite him for loving someone like her? If circumstances were different, then perhaps you too would fall under her spell. It wasn’t until you saw the way she clung to Aemond’s arm that the coughing fit started. This had to be it. What else could it be? Aemond hated physical contact with strangers, yet he let a previously unknown wetnurse cling to him like a paramour. The harder you thought about it, the harder you coughed. The fit only resulted in a petal or two, but in time that would grow. The longer Alys rivers stayed, the worse you got. Both you and the universe could feel Aemond straying from you, even if he spoke differently.

“I am not in love with her!”Aemond snapped, reaching his breaking point in this petty argument that had started hours ago at dinner.

“ You do not see the things I see, Aemond. The way you defend her, encourage her, look at her…all in the way you used to look at me-” It took effort to fight down the sickness as you fought. It had been months, but you made no move to tell Aemond, you couldn’t.

“ I do not love her as I love you-”

“ Yes, but you love her!” You cried in outrage, gripping the wall near you for support. Everything became so out of focus as you spoke the words. It was the first time you had ever admitted it to yourself. The dew of brick cooled your skin as you leaned against the wall. Your body trembled with deep echoey coughs as petals tore their way up your throat.

“ I did not mean to make you sick, dear wife” Aemond spoke softly and simply. Wife. He had never called you that before, not even on your wedding night. It was always my love or Ñuha prūmia. How ironic for him to call you his heart when sooner or later he would be the reason yours cease to beat.

“ Just go, Aem, please.” You pleaded, turning away, “I do not wish to fight.”

“ As you wish.” Aemond’s bow before he left was the final straw to crack your heart open. Why must he be so formal when you stand dying a few feet away? How can he not see how badly you suffer? Were the shadows beneath your eyes, or the crack of your lips not big enough clues for him? Would you need to be dead for him to finally understand?

Unfortunately for you, that’s exactly how it was going to be. Everyone else around you had begun to notice the shift in your behavior. The fatigue, the paleness, and the emotions. Alicent first noticed it when she sat in the nursery with you, Helaena, and the children just after supper. She saw the way your eyes refused to leave Aemys as if it would be your last look. The way you held him was the same way she held Aemond when he lost his eye.

“ He’s a clever boy.” Alicent smiled as Aemys recited a word back to one of his cousins.

“ That he is.” You agreed, melancholy ghosting your lips. It hurt the queen to see you this way. You were a part of her almost as much as her children. You came to her as a child she was not forced to love nor conceive. Yet you wormed your way into her heart as if she had carried you. The sight of you so sickly and sad tugged at Alicent’s heart.

“ You’re sick, are you not?” Alicent proclaimed in observation rather than a question.

“ Mhm, In a way I suppose I am.” You hummed out softly. It had gotten to the point where it was hard to speak most days. The petals had begun to come up in thick, dry heaves, with occasional thorns that tore at your throat.

“ Have you told Aemond?” The queen inquired.

“ Aemond is the reason I’m sick in the first place.” You grumbled before sighing in defeat, “ Or I suppose it’s more of my fault. I was foolish to think he would ever actually love me.”

“ You don’t mean-” Alicent’s soft words trailed off abruptly. Alicent Hightower was no stranger to the hanahaki disease. She too had suffered through it once. Except she learned how to get around it.

“ I do.” You answered simply, with no trace of sadness or indifference.

“ There are ways around it my d-”

“ Such as forgoing my love for Aemond, I know. I could live a long life if I cast aside every loving memory I hold of him, but alas it is not that easy. I have tried, if that brings you any comfort. In the midst of the night when my eyes are swollen from tears and the blood in my throat is so thick I cannot breathe, I have tried, and I have failed.” Alicent’s eyes well with tears as you speak, almost as if she’s dared to imagine you in such dismay. You reach out to soothe her hands comfortingly, but she grips onto yours tightly instead.

“ It is not easy, but you must keep trying.” Alicent urges, a wobble to her voice.

“ There is no reason for me to put myself through the agony of erasing my happiness when I am already in physical torment. The sight of Aemond is the very reason I wake up every morning. Hearing his laugh, seeing his smile, and feeling his warmth are all things that have kept me going. Forgetting those would be forgetting myself.” You reason, a wisp of remembrance in your eyes.

“ If not for yourself, then for Aemys” Alicent argues.

“ Aemys is one of the reasons I have chosen to give up. Every time I look at him I see Aemond. They are alike in everything but the eyes. The mere sight of that boy reminds me of the night he was made, of the love and passion Aemond had for me. Yet he no longer holds in regards to me. I would rather Aemys hear stories of his parent’s love than grow up with two plain parents.” The child in topic bursts into giggles a few inches away, stealing your attention from the queen. Your eyes crinkle with happiness and you move to turn towards him, but Alicent holds firm.

“ Aemys needs his mother.” She argues once more.

“ He does not. Aemys will have a loving father and grandmother by his side. Alongside his aunt Helaena, Uncle Daeron, and three beautiful cousins. Even Aegon cares for the little rascals’ life.” You chuckled.

“ That is n-”

“ Please, I have made my choice. I appreciate your council, but it is too late. I fear after I lay my son to sleep, it will be my last night alive. I thank you for all the love and comfort you have given me in my lifetime. I love you, mother.” You pressed the meat of your cheek against Alicent’s hand in farewell before standing.

“ If you’ll excuse me-” As you stood to retrieve your son, Alicent excused herself from the room hastily. Never did she think she would find herself running through the castle’s corridors, but yet here she is. Alicent’s heels had been long forgotten and the emerald hem of her dress dragged upon the stone as she made haste to the library, where Aemond would be.

“ Aemond! Ae-” The frantic shrill of the queen mother’s voice echoes throughout the shelves.

“ Mother?” Aemond calls out, emerging from a row with a disheveled Alys in tow, “ Is something wrong?”

“ You hide away fondling a wet nurse while your wife withers away! Have I truly raised you this way?” The despair in Alicent’s voice takes Aemond by surprise. He reaches out to hold her arms, but she pulls away.

“ She is not withering away, mother. She has assured me that it is just a small cold.” Aemond speaks calmly, in hopes to ease his mother’s franticness.

“ A small cold!? She has every sign of hanahaki disease and you have not suspected a thing?” Alicent refuted.

“ Because it is not possible! I love her!” Aemond snaps.

“ Not enough!” Alicent sighs, “ In no world should I have had to be afraid of letting her go in fear that I would not see her again. She has accepted her death, Aemond. How far out of love have you fallen with her to the point where your wife greets death openly?”

Aemond doesn’t bother with a reply because he’s already on his way out of the door. His pounding steps reverberate through the empty halls and the tremble of panicked breathing surrounds him. Fear nearly eats him alive as he reaches the door to your marital chambers. Never has he been terrified to open those doors to the sight of you. He had never once feared finding you dead, but now he has. Slowly but surely, Aemond pushes the giant oak open. He spots you knelt on the balcony in your nightdress, looking up at the stars. Lark lay whining at your side until she hears Aemond shuffle forward. Much to Aemond's surprise, the hefty beast that once worshiped him as you did, bared its teeth to him.

"Please.." Aemond wasn't sure if he was pleading to Lark to let him pass or to the gods for your life. Either way, the Hyena was the first to answer him. Lark moved aside slowly so that Aemond may pass, but still kept defense from a ways away.

“I-” Before a word can even escape his lips, you’re lurching forward. Aemond rushes forward and sinks to his knees to hold you. The convulsions of your stomach can be felt as he circles your waist.

“ I’m so sorry, my love, please.” The cold wash of fear grips his spine as blood and flowers paint the floor. He has no idea what to do. You’re not saying anything or doing anything to cease the onslaught of terror, yet you’re not pushing him away either. On the contrary, you’ve tangled your fingers with the hand he has over your stomach.

“ I love you. I’ll always love you.” Aemond croaks helplessly into your hair as you lean back against him. It’s too late, you had once said. It seems that the universe had agreed. Your breathing rattled to a stop and the grip of your hands weakened. “ I love you. Forever and Always. I promise.” Aemond whispered, pressing a salt-soaked kiss to your temple as he felt your heart slow. The thump that once echoed through your back onto his own heart stuttered to a stop, and with it so did Aemond’s world.

Part 2

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Heyyyy- since you accept Obey me requests- here's my request ✌✌

Can you do Obey me brothers and their s/o being scared of then after a nightmare of an evil version of themselves?

Lucifer: His s/o's nightmare was them being eaten alive by Cerberus and Lucifer stood there drinking tea like he didn't care at all

Mammon: His s/o's nightmare was Mammon chopping off their body parts and being a backstabber

Leviathan: His s/o's nightmare was being drowned by him

Satan: His s/o's nightmare was Satan torturing them with a book called "Medieval Torture"

Asmodeus: His s/o's nightmare was their skin being pulled off for it being "hideous and ugly"

Beelzebub: His s/o's nightmare was being eaten by him

Belphegor: His s/o's nightmare was being choked and their eyes and mouth glued

Here's you're first ever Obey Me request!

Yay! Thank you for the Obey Me! request! I haven't played Obey me for awhile, and my hyper fixation is on Undertale right now, so this might be a little ooc. (Maybe) But I hope you'll enjoy! :D

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Nightmares

(OM! brothers x reader)

Warning: Disturbing nightmares, panic attack (?), cannibalism, drowning, torture, death, maybe some headcanons of my own

❗️Background info: The brothers and you are sharing a bed in this.

Lucifer:

Lucifer is almost always doing paperwork, so he'll probably just sit on his chair while you're sleeping in your shared bed.

You never succeeded in dragging him to sleep, and you got tired after awhile, so you just gave up.

Lucifer does look at your sleeping form more than once while doing his paperwork though. And since there's no one in the room... and you're asleep.. he will smile stupidly while looking at your calm form. (You know, that ONE smile that's in cartoons. The lovey-dovey one.)

You usually have peaceful nightmares, or they're not really that scary to you. But- one night was different...it was....

Terrifying. That's the only way you could describe this scenery..

You truly felt immense fear, being in this black pit of darkness. Where were you? Oh how you wish you could answer this question with a confident smile on your face.. but you can't. You have no sense of direction, since this place doesn't seem to have no end..

After your eyes finally adjusted, you were met with Cerberus. Yours and Lucifer's pet.. well, more so Lucifer's. But he liked you very much too! He was always a great dog! Often guarding you, which Lucifer praises him for- but wait... why does this look very- intimidating now? You were never terrified of him before, but now, something tells you to run. Run as far as you can. But you can't bring yourself to..

Your soft breaths are starting to turn more heavy, as you basically start panting now, taking a few steps back from the lingering gaze of the pup you once, without any fear, petted. What is happening? Your hands are starting to shake, as you search for an escape, until you spot Lucifer, just right behind Cerberus. You perk up upon noticing him, hoping he'll help you out. "Honey!" You yelp at him, but didn't get to finish as Cerberus suddenly flung at you. You scream as you felt his teeth tearing themselves into your stomach. You frantically look at Lucifer's shadowed face again. "L-Lucifer?!" The last thing you saw was Lucifer's face, gaining a smile as he took a sip of his tea. His face...it was like he...didn't care at all. "You're just a dumb human" Were his last words, until your vision faded to black.

Your eyes flung open, finding Lucifer right in front of you, holding you close. "Y/n! Dear, is everything alright?" You flinched at the sound of his voice, and quickly shuddered away from his touch. He looked at you in confusion, trying to understand why you did that, but then it hit him. "You must've had a nightmare.. I saw you shuffling and flinging yourself a lot from my desk." You didn't respond. But you did stopped shaking. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He tapped the spot on his lap, gesturing you to sit, but you do not move. You're frozen in fear from what you've saw in your dream.. Lucifer, Cerberus... It was all so suffocating.. all because you were a human... Is this how Lucifer really views me? You take a look at Lucifer's face the second time, he's showing you a kind smile, wearing a soft look on his face. It's different from the one he gave you in the dream.. no. Lucifer wouldn't do that. And neither would Cerberus.. you softly smiled, as you finally went over on Lucifer's lap, laying on him, while talking about your nightmare.

Lucifer's gonna reassure you that he wouldn't even dream of doing that, and also says that Cerberus likes you. He wouldn't eat you :)

He's gonna pet your hair the whole time you're talking about your nightmare. (He has his neutral face on while you talk.)

Will take you to see Cerberus, to reassure you further. He doesn't want his partner to feel terrified of him! (Cerberus cuddles you the moment he sees you.)

Mammon:

Mammon's NOT a light sleeper. That's for sure, but that's a lil different when you two start sharing a bed.

Look, how can he be in a deep sleep when he has the most charming, beautiful, and overall great person (aka. You.) next to him?

He's spooning you most of the time, or you're spooning him. There's just no in-between. He's touch starved. 💀

He sometimes let's out snores while sleeping. (Just nudge him a little and he'll stop.)

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw Mammon, your lover, rev up a chainsaw. You had tears in your eyes, as you couldn't believe that you'd fallen for a lie. Everything he ever said or done was fake.. You never felt this betrayed in your whole life... So much for being your most loyal demon of the pacts.. "Ma-Mammon..? Why??" You had the need to ask him this particular question as you moved away from the chainsaw.

His face wasn't seen. Only one big shadow covering it..you didn't even see his mouth. . . But you did heard him cackle at your words. "Why? What a stupid question. And my brothers say I'M the stupid one." Finally, his chainsaw made a contact with your arm, as you screamed. "You see-" he continued, while slowly cutting off your left arm. You yelled in pain.. you didn't know what hurt you more, the pain of feeling your body parts being cut off, or the betrayal that happened right in front of your eyes... "-You're......" You couldn't take it anymore as he was still cutting off your left arm, painfully slow. "-Just a useless human. I could probably sell your organs on the black market for a really good price." He finally finished cutting off your arm, as he moved onto your other arm.

But you decided to make a run for it, in hopes of running away, but it seems like Mammon's reflexes were too sharp, as he flung his chainsaw right at your legs, effectively cutting them, making you fall on the cold hard floor... Everything suddenly went blank..

You yelled, sitting up from your bed, making Mammon sit up as well. "Y/n! What happened?!" He looked at you in concern when he saw the terrified look you were wearing. He looked into your shakey eyes, lacking any spark of happiness... He frowned, taking your hand in his. You flinched at this, but relaxed once you heard these words coming out from him. "Y/n... Whatever it was, it's ok. Must've been a bad dream huh? It's ok.. you're fine, you're at home, laying in your bed next to your GREAT boyfriend!" You couldn't help but chuckle at his last words, slowly engulfing him in a hug. Yes... that's right, Mammon would never do that to you..

He might've acted strong, for your own good, but he started crying after he heard your nightmare. He can't believe his own ears. Chopping down your body parts? Acting like a backstabber?! He states, that it doesn't sound anything like him.

Cuddles you till morning 🥺

Leviathan:

You tried to sleep in the bathtub with him, but it was too uncomfortable. :(

He was so sad, he was really looking forward to it when you both finally decided to share the same bed. (Definitely imagined a scene from an anime similar to this)

It took some convincing from his side, until he decided to have a normal bed, just so you two can cuddle. (You just KNOW he fell deeply in love with you.)

He kinda regrets it, since he misses his bathtub, but after hearing your squeal and wide smile, jumping up and down, he wouldn't change his decision.

Your eyes widened when you felt cold water all around your skin. This was so unbelievably cold... You decided to take a swim in a lake with your boyfriend, Leviathan, but he wasn't with you right now.. which was odd, since you were sure he followed you all the way here.

Looking cautiously around you, you notice that the atmosphere completely changed..it felt surreal. Creepy. You slightly shuddered, until now coming up with the realization that you were in the middle of the green lake... The cold started being unbearable, so you decided to turn back around, only for you to feel something slimy wrapping around your leg. You jumped up, when your other leg was caged too. You felt trapped, your breath quickening as you frantically try getting out of whatever had your legs..

It's not until you're pulled underwater that you scream. You're being pulled more down, the sky completely disappearing from your sight as you look down. Surprisingly, you're met with your boyfriend. He has this evil smile, with a lovesick look adoring it. You felt immense fear, as you were pulled all the way down to him. He sighed, holding you close..

"Now no one can steal you from my grasp.."

You sit up abruptly with a gasp. Leviathan turning away from his phone, also sitting up next to you from his laying position. Your breathing is uneven, your whole body shaking. You drowned..

Leviathan's voice stirrs you from your shock, as he laids a hand on your back, making you yelp. He jumps at your sudden yelp, as he looks at you in concern. "Hey, goofball... I-Is something wrong..?" You could only stare in fear, looking into his eyes. His gaze wasn't the same as how he looked at you in your dream earlier... It was filled with love and passion, not obsession and derangement... You finally snapped out of your shock, blinking a few times until describing Levi your nightmare. Safe to say he was devasted that you saw him like that.. he would've never do that to you! He's your sweet little introvert boy. This little realization made you absolutely at ease. Yeah.. that's right. He's your little snake..

Levi was so sad hearing you talk about your nightmare. :(

He doesn't want you to think of him like that, If it was a nightmare, it was probably provoked somehow.

He wants to know every detail that made you scared so he knows to never do that EVER. (Even as a friendly joke/banter.)

He's such a sweetie..

Satan:

Satan definitely likes to have you sleeping on him. It helps him relax, and it also calms him down.

He often runs his hand over your hair, petting you.

You and Satan read books before going to sleep, so it's pretty common for you to have a dream about the story that you heard before going to sleep.

The books in particular were never really gruesome or scary, because Satan wants you to hear a more lighthearted story before bed. But this time...this time you wanted to try something new... Oh how much you wish you didn't..

You couldn't feel any of your muscles.. and you also didn't had the energy to move anymore, you even gave up fighting it. Satan was in front of you, with a book titled 'Medieval Torture'. He tied you up while you were sleeping, and is now using every technique in the book on you.

The book had a total of 1000 pages.. and he was only on page 14.. you truly don't think you can survive this, but the most terrifying part of it all? Satan knows you can't survive this, yet he's still going.. you have no idea if that's because he's too engrossed in the book and it's techniques, that he doesn't pay your health any mind, or... He just simply doesn't care. Which seems really cruel and heartbreaking to you.

You cry out another scream as he finished yet another painful torture.. page 17. You just can't take it anymore..the look in his eyes that seem distant, the silence as only your screams are heard, no one coming up to help you.. you started to tear up, which takes his attention to you.. "P-Please..Sa-Satan..." Your heart breaks as he chuckles, hearing your pleas. "You're nothing but a lousy human."

You wake up with tears swelling up Satan's shirt, you freeze upon noticing that you're laying on top of him. You couldn't even get a word in, as Satan's voice rings out from underneath you. "Shh...Y/n, I'm here , I'm here... It's ok.. you had a nightmare, I assume? I knew I shouldn't read you that book.." his hand keeps rubbing soft circles on your back, which makes you relaxed almost immediately. The nightmare version of Satan is completely disregarded, as you look up at Satan's soft gaze. You softly smiled, getting your breathing in check.

Satan couldn't believe his ears when you told him about your dream.. he immediately knew that this wasn't just a nightmare. It seems too far fetched.

He has to do something about this, so you'll never have a nightmare that has him acting like this.. but being the avatar of wrath...that seems almost impossible. Since he easily lashes out at people.. but he'll try for you.

He would do anything for you.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus and you have the most comfortable sleep! His sheets are very comfortable and fluffy, as well as his pillows.

He likely sleeps with you and him holding hands, or you spooning him / him spooning you.

You both wear matching sleeping masks! (They're so cute too!)

Soft tears ran down your cheeks as Asmodeus stood in front of you, verbally berating you... "Ugh. I can't believe that someone as gorgeous as me, used to date someone as ugly as you!" You flinched when he glared at you, showing off his demon form. You didn't know what to expect when he held you up by your hair. You screamed at the pain of feeling your hair pulled out. He suddenly reached for a pair of scissors, which were laying on a nearby table, he cut off your hair, making you fall back on your knees. You whimpered and shook.

"I think I know how to fix this hideous face." He suddenly showed off his long nails that only got longer, and sharper. You gasped at the sight. Was he gonna use these to... "Come here.." you screamed as he tore his nails in your thigh when you tried to escape. He tore your legs up, pulling out any skin that was showing, your muscles being the only thing on display on your legs. You were screaming in pain the whole time, until it abruptly stopped when he aimed for your head next. "I'm gonna make you shut up for forever." His nails tore through your skull, making you go numb in his arms..or were you already dead?

You breathed heavily, sitting up and taking your sleeping mask off of you. You start to visibly shake, your eyes full with tears. "Darling?" You hear the voice of Asmodeus, as he also lifts up his mask and sits up. You shake in fear. Still remembering how angry he looked in your dream... "..hey, you're ok. You're with me honey! No need to worry your pretty little head." He holds your cheeks in his hands, smiling down at you. After a bit of staring, you started to slowly return the smile, finally coming to your senses. Yes..this was your Asmo..

He was so disgusted by his nightmare version. How could he be so cruel towards his gem?! The audacity!

He gives you a whole skincare routine while you're telling him about your dream, listening very intently.

He feels slightly angsty that you probably see him like that deep down, but he keeps on reassuring you. He just doesn't want you to think about him like that!

Beelzebub:

Beel hugs you in a bear hug in his sleep

I swear, he has that soft snoring.

Beel sometimes drifts off to the kitchen to eat. Not before giving you a kiss though. 🥰

Hot tears ran down your cheek as you flung around, in attempt to escape Beel's grasp. But he held you pretty tight, to the point where you felt like passing out. "B-Beel?" Your boyfriend only glared at you, and threw you on the ground. You couldn't even get a scream out, as you only saw his shadow from your view on the floor.

"Hungry.." he looked to be in a daze, as his eyes shadowed in what you assumed to be hunger. You don't know how you even got in this situation.. and you certainly don't know how to get out. You whimpered when he roughly pulled your hand up to his face, and sniffed it. You shuddered, trying to pull your hand away from his face. He grunted in result, probably getting annoyed, which ultimately... Made you more frightened. He suddenly sank his teeth in your hand, pulling it apart. You screamed in agony, you were being eaten alive... By your boyfriend. You could never ever imagine yourself in this situation before...

You stirred awake, wide-eyed. It felt so real... You couldn't help your tears that travelled down on your pillow, and stiffened when you felt a pair of hands hugging your form. "Cupcake...? Is something wrong?" You immediately relaxed upon hearing Beel's voice.. somehow, even though you had a nightmare about him, you felt safe within his presence. You turned around and hugged him tightly. "I had a nightmare.."

He listened to every word you spoke to him. Feeling his heart break with each word.

He felt absolutely disgusted by his nightmare self. He does have a big appetite, but he would NEVER resulted in eating you alive. Goodness no!

He will be more affectionate with you from now on, trying to prove himself as loyal.

Belphegor:

Belphegor Is the one that's always not letting you out of the bed. He doesn't want you to leave yet. Just a few more minutes, yeah?

Belphie sometimes visits you in your dream, since he's the avatar of sloth. (HC! I have no idea if Belphie can look into people's dream in canon, but I think that it's a fun head canon :D)

Belphie avoids touching your neck, because he still feels guilty about suffocating you to death.

You sleep while hugging the other close. :)

You can't believe that this is happening again. Belphegor, your boyfriend, is choking you to death, again. But this time... It's different. Your eyes and mouth are glued shut. You can't see shit. "Pathetic human. I can't believe that it was this easy to fool you into trusting me. Again." Belphie laughed maniacally as his hands held your neck in a tight grip. You can't talk, see, nothing. This is utterly hopeless.. the past memories of this exact moment start replaying in your head as you shake in his hold.

"Wow, I can't believe you're this pathetic..." Belphegor spoke again, presumably to you, but it didn't sound like it was coming from him. Everything suddenly went quiet, your body falling on the floor. You got surprised when your eyes and mouth got unglued and you could see, and speak again. "H-Huh?" You got picked up from the floor, as another person hugged you close. You looked up to be met with Belphie, your Belphie. Your eyes widened, he looked really different then before as he kept hugging you close. "...I'm really sorry that you had to witness me like that again..." You didn't understand anything. What is happening? "I-I don't understand..?" Belphegor chuckled at your words, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. "You had a nightmare dummy. About me..." You frowned when you heard this. You weren't even scared of him right now, despite this awful dream. His presence is calming..

You nuzzled into his chest and cried. "H-Hey.. it's ok. I'm here...shh.." he wrapped his hands around your form and petted your head.

Belphie's worst nightmare became true. You had a nightmare about him. About that night... He hates himself for that mistake he once did, and he doesn't wanna lose your trust again.

But he doesn't blame you. It probably was a really traumatizing experience for you..

He'll make it up to you. Actually, after you both wake up, he will get up. Just so he could get you something..

A/N: you can tell when I was starting to get lazy. 💀

#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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hello:))

been loving ur mcyt preferences, and was wondering if you would do one where reader has insomnia???

I take medication for it and i got took off it for a break UGHH. anyways luv ur writing and take ur time plz:))

ooooo okay!! ; and thank you thank you, I appreciate it 🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; insomniac/night owl

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity

warnings ; language, sleep paralysis, jokes about OD'ing (melatonin)

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

genuinley feels so bad bc the second he closes his eyes, he's passed the hell out

he'll try and stay awake with you though and wait for the melatonin or just sleep in general to kick in

"if you're too tired to work, then don't. go back to sleep, don't worry about it"

compares you to tubbo 24/7

will bring you cherries and some milk because natural melatonin ❗️❗️

sometimes he'll try and stay awake with you and turn a movie on and he'll just pass out on your shoulder

you'll walk into his stream after sleeping until like 5 in the evening and quietly wave with a groggy look on your face

he laughs (in a very lighthearted way dw)

"y/nnnnn I know you're tired but we gotta go before we miss it"

"I'm coming, I'm coming"

you're basically just a night owl, like his personal guard dog lmao

he'll joke about it a bit too, how you're protecting him in the dark from the monsters 😭

TUBBO

honestly same

you'll both be up all night and sleep all day

you can go a solid two days without sleep and start tweaking and he'll basically have to rock you to sleep like a baby

"shhh, it's okay. just relax, listen to the rain"

jokes about you overdosing on melatonin as well 💀

"Oh nah, the sleep paralysis demon is gonna get me if I sleep"

"so I have to sleep but you don't have too? mkay pal"

if he can't sleep while you finally are, he'll actually cook for once in his life

and he'll save the leftovers for whenever you wake up

he genuinley won't wake you up unless you're gonna be late for something LMFAO

he gets it tho

this dynamic you got with him, 🔛🔝

RANBOO

he can and will stay up all night with you

mostly plays video games with you in hopes you'll get tired that way

which works a bit

does insane amounts of research, gets you eating all sorts of natural melatonin before bed and even gets you like children's melatonin gummies 💀💀

"do you have a sleep paralysis demon? are you just scared to sleep?"

"I just cannot sleep, I just toss and turn all night, I swear to god"

one of those people to do endless amounts of research to try and help

"do you wanna go to the doctor and get a prescription or something? maybe it'll help"

tweeting/posting about dumb shit you do at night

"y/n made a whole loaf of bread overnight someone send help"

"tell me why I woke up this morning to my partner staring into my soul holy shit"

FREDDIE BADLINU

also feels rlly bad that he can't help you

also brings you cherries, bananas and milk for natural melatonin in hopes it'll help a bit

will genuinley take you to a doctor to get you a prescription or something

also tweets about the shit you do while he's asleep overnight

"guys y/n picked up crocheting overnight wth"

"love when my partner wakes me up at 5am for breakfast because it was going cold 🥰 (they started cooking at 3:30am)

he can't stay up too late most days, he's a busy man

he feels so bad if you're sleeping through the whole day, he barely ever wakes you up bc he knows you're tired

"love, go back to sleep, you were up all night, I'll call you in sick, don't worry about it"

he strays away from od jokes when you're taking melatonin gummies/pills but sometimes he just has to say it

if you have a sleep paralysis demon as well, yk damn well he'll find his way into your dreams and beat the bitch up

if you can't sleep but he can, he'll just hold you and hope that you'll sleep soon

you'll usually sit there and play with his hair and admire him til you gotta get up and do something

NIKI NIHACHU

like ranboo, she puts in endless research of just trying to find things that might help you

she feels so bad

especially when you're sleeping all through the day and feel groggy as hell 24/7

if you have a paralysis demon she always reassures you that she'll beat it up for you next time it comes around

anything to make you smile bro

she's so sweet about it, if you're sleeping she makes sure to keep it quiet because this is one of the rare chances when you're sleeping

if you go multiple days without sleep and start tweaking out, she'll comfort you to sleep, doesn't matter how long it'll take

"It's okay, honey. it's okay, just focus on the rain sounds outside"

dedicated a whole kinda calm music playlist to help you sleep/relax yourself

finds it so funny when you do shit during the night to try and entertain yourself and it's the most random shit

like you'll go out and feed stray cats, accidently steal a shopping cart, fight the air and record it, etc

sleepy on stream hugs >>>

"well good morning, sunshine. its seven pm"

ALEX QUACKITY

"bro how do you not sleep"

if you got a sleep paralysis demon.... oh it's over for that mf

tweets about the dumb exhausted shit you do

"how do I turn y/n off at bedtime? I'm tired of waking up to see them staring into my soul"

"I love waking up to breakfast (I've been woken up at 4am for the past 2 weeks help me rn)"

thinks it's funny and sad at the same time when you start tweaking after not sleeping

"bro, go to sleep, cmon, it's okay, you're fine" as he's trying not to laugh at you

literally stuffs you with melatonin around 7:30 to see if it'll help LMAO

even talks on stream about how he's gonna fight the demons and pretends whoever he's fighting w is one LMAO

loves when you walk into stream all groggy and tired because he can finally spend a little time w you

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #alex quackity x reader #freddie badlinu x reader

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itsmeoculi · 11 months

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ᑭᒪᑌᔕᕼ ᗷETᖇᗩYᗩᒪ!

Hii just a new writer for character x reader

open for any requests but mainly doing bsd atm

FYODOR X GN! READER

TW: none! Fluff <3 ❗️❗️My first piece, so please don’t attack me ❗️❗️

Synopsis: Fyodor has been working for hella late hours recently! So your forced to find ways to sleep without the comfort of Fedya! You usually sleep alone now, and started cuddling pillows to help. One day he comes home early (AND FINALLY GETS SLEEP LIKE OMGG) but you’re used to hugging pillows now instead of him, and he does not like that at all.

So your a cuddle bug, and Fyodor? Haha, yeah no. It would hurt his ego if he ever initiated cuddle sessions, so you have to always ask (As if he’s even there half of the time with his mice army 😭) But any way, you’ve recently been using pillows ‘n stuff to cuddle yourself to sleep. (WHICH WE LOVE THAT FOR YOUUUUU) now Fyodor has barely been there to sleep and cuddle in bed, he’s more of a dinner date guy. One day though, this man takes a BREAK!?! Yes, and do you care? Back then you would’ve, but you’ve gotten used to be alone. Before bed Fyodor says

“Good night malyshka..”

“Good night Fedya!” You said, and then immediately turning to your comfort pillow, back completely facing Fyodor. Which completely, for once in his life, catches him off guard.

IF I TELL YOU HOW FLABBERGASTED THIS MAN IS. Of course it’s not on his face but his mind is just 😦..

You don’t notice, and just head off to sleep and Fyodor, being the very prideful man he is, sucks it up and sleeps (He turns his back to you because he felt like a salty biotch that night)

In the morning, he hoped that you some how cuddled up to him in your sleep..

BUT YOU WERE STILL THERE IN THE SAME POSITION WITH THAT GOD❗️DAMN ❗️ PLUSHIE❗️ (as you should. If he can’t make time for you, make time for yourself 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️)

Now, Fedya is fed up. THEN YOU NOTICE HOW WOUNDED HE LOOKS and decide to tease him (bad idea but sureee)

“Fedya, is something wrong?” You give him the most innocent puppy eyes, but he sees right through your facade

“I know you want to tease me (name).. too bad I saw through that. Sorry malyshka, but you’re not getting what you want.” He smirked subtly

“Oh hush.. you wanna cuddle still?” Defeated, you at least wanted to snag some cuddles with your lover

BUT THIS BTCH ROLLED HIS EYES IN THE MOST ATTRACTIVE MEANEST WAY EVER 😭

y’all end up cuddling in the end thooo, but he hates that plush you replaced him with. And DEFINITELY stares that thing down, if ever within the radius of that plush.

#fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor fluff #bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungou stray dogs #fyodor x you #fyodor x y/n #Fluff #fyodor

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 7 months

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“Chaos Was Her Name” Chapter 3

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Pairing- Konig x reader *call sign (phantom)*

Summary- König has been going to therapy for his depression and self isolation. That lands him in the therapists office when one mission goes wrong. But his whole world is gonna be turned upside down. Recently joining the 141 Task Force he keeps to himself. But things are gonna change.

Minors DNI - 🛑🚫❗️

TW-Mentions Blood, Death, Unprotected P in V Sex, Size Kink, Fluff, Pining, Some Angst, Lack of Sleep, Comforting, Praising Kink. Obsessive! König!

I did use Google Translate feel free to correct me.

A/N-I do not claim credit for the artwork. I do try to credit the source. I do apologize in advance if I offended anyone. I will do my best in the future to try to look up the names of the artists and credit them. Artwork Credit to @ave661

Previously in Chapter Two

Ghost glanced at her he crouched down with his weapon drawn walking carefully through the snow. The snow had started to falling again covering the ground and their tracks again. The cold breeze his her small body. She shivered while walking behind Ghost.

König stayed close to her watching their surroundings but his line of vision constantly wandered to her ass and her legs.

König inner dark thoughts.

“I wonder what it feels like to have her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck her brains out against the wall.”

Trailing behind her she crept through the darkness with her night vision glowing green on her eyes. She kept silent.

Approaching the the fence she crawled up the fence going first creeping up on her prey. Unsheathing her knife she grabbed him piercing his flesh watching the crimson fluid rush down her victim chest and gear she pulled the knife out and continued to eliminate all the guards.

König watched with a devious smile under his hood. Watching her in her element. Something about the gore and the smell of gunpowder and dirt and sweat aroused him. As if a beast in him had awaken and there his mate walked before him. Clenching his fist he fought the urge off from taking her right then and there.

She followed closely behind Ghost. Keeping her gun aimed to the ground she pulled out her secondary she screwed on her silencer. With her blade out she crouched, crept slowly behind Ghost.

König watched her every movement. He couldn’t stop staring at her legs and the way she moved but most of all his eyes lingered on her waist and ass.

Drinking in her figure he was biting his lip under his hood. The taste of blood was savored on his tongue.

“Samantha”

König whispered to himself. Watching her she turned around but her face was the face of his past obsession Samantha. His breathing hitched just looking at her beautiful face he stepped forward grabbing her face. Feeling her face.

Phantom shivered under his grasp he lifted her off the ground hugging her tightly. She heard him inhale her scent. She grabbed hold of his vest. She grabbed his mask. The feeling of her hands touching his mask made him wake up from his trance.

Looking at her surprised he dropped her immediately. She grunted and gasped when she hit the ground. Hissing at the pain that radiated from the fall she looked up at him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

König looked down not looking back at her Ghost kneeled down beside her helping her up to her feet. Ghost stood up quickly he walked over to König pulling him aside.

“König what the fuck was that?!”

“Do that again! I will personally have you removed off this TF”

“Phantom”

“I’m fine Lieutenant”

“Let’s move”

König shook his head shaking away the thoughts of his past obsession Samantha. The look in her eyes. It wasn’t fear nor disgust. Phantom eyes were empty. They showed no emotion. She stared at him with a stoic expression.

Catching her breath she held her rifle tightly. Following behind Ghost again she was more on guard around König. While walking she glanced behind her watching his every move.

The sounds of men talking on the radio was closer then they anticipated. Ghost stopped abruptly taking out his knife he gestured her to cover him.

König kneeled down beside Ghost holding his gun loaded. Waiting for his signal. He glanced over to phantom. Her small figure laying on the ground under the cover of the bushes.

Phantom quietly moved into the brush pulling her rifle out looking around to see where the radio chatter was coming from.

Breathing in slowly, holding her rifle breathing out, inhaling slowly holding it in, her finger on the trigger holding it. Waiting for her target to move forward.

“Permission to engage sir”

Whispering to Ghost.

“Negative let them pass we have to see what we’re up against.”

“Yes sir”

Watching the soldier pass ahead of them. They held their position. König scoffed silently under his hood looking at Phantom. His eyes wandered back to her every chance he got. Staring at her this was his moment to be alone with her.

“Hold this position. I’ll be back”

Ghost walked ahead. Making sure it was safe to move his team forward.

Holding her rifle she crawled back using her fore arms she moves backwards. Her ass stuck out most to him. The small branch from the bush had caught her vest strap. Trying to pull herself back it only made her irritated.

“Fuck, I’m caught on something”

König laughed softly watching her struggle on the ground with her face down and her ass up.

Taking advantage of this moment he tilted his head slightly watching her struggle.

“You gonna help or just stare at my ass.”

König smiled under his hood. Watching her struggle was amusing to him. She was so small and helpless under his gaze. This was all too amusing to him.

“My schatz ask me nicely”

“No, just fucking help me.”

“Ask me nicely”

“Fuck you, fine”

“König please help me”

Sighing with defeat she shifted her face against the ground looking to him. He tilted his head watching her struggle.

Taking a step towards her he kneeled down beside her leaning down to her he laid his hand on her lower back gliding down her back towards her head. He felt where her gear was caught. Breaking the branch he pulled her out of the bushes. She looked up to him placing her hands on his chest.

Looking at his hood his painted eyes. Her breathing slowed and hitched as he trace her jawline with his gloved hands. Moving the stray hairs out of her face.

“Persephone”

“Don’t call me that. We’re not friends. And I don’t trust you.”

Standing up she looked back to him looking away picking up her gun she walked away from him.

König watched her turn away from him. The blood in his veins began to flow to another part of him that needed immediate attention. Shifting his pants he looked down.

Looking at her back side his lust for her only grew stronger.

“Aksel do you copy, this is Phantom.”

“I read you loud and clear”

“We are in the clear advance to our position. Sending you our coordinates now.”

Holding her rifle close she noticed her ghost charm was missing. Grasping the tip of her rifle she sighed heavily.

“Fuck!”

Where the charm sat she held it tightly.

“Whose Samantha?”

“What?”

“You called me that when you had your little episode earlier.”

“No one”

Looking back to him. Watching his cold stoic demeanor change to him avoiding her gaze. She noticed his uneasiness to the question.

“I’ve lost someone too. His name was Angus.”

“I know that feeling of losing someone close to you.”

“I understand if it’s too much to talk about.”

“Is that where you got that scar on your cheek.”

“That’s a different story.”

Looking down she sniffled at the memory of her scar on her face.

Looking back to him she met his gaze. Biting her lower lip she was about to speak but the sounds of branches breaking near them alerted them.

Crouching she duck down behind the bushes next to König.

Holding her radio she whispered to Ghost. Watching the group of soldiers patrol the area they we’re currently occupying.

“Ghost we have a problem”

“They know we’re here we need to get what we need and get out quickly.”

“Fucking Hell”

König grabbed her shoulder pulling her against him. He shield her from the flashlights. Holding her small body in his arms was an overwhelming feeling of comfort.

She had no choice but to remain still in his grasp. The feeling of his heat from his body was so warm and comforting in a way that was completely opposite from Krueger.

“Don’t move”

“They are moving forward they know we’re here.”

“Ghost do you copy.”

“They know we are here we have to move now. Before they seal off the base.”

Releasing her from his grasp she released the breathe she didn’t know she was holding in. Looking at him with a scowl she shook her head. Her radio came to life with Aksel voice.

“Fall back Phantom, that’s an order”

“Aksel”

“We’ve been tracking this data for months we can’t just abandon this mission.”

“Fall back Phantom Now! That is an order!”

“Yes sir”

Picking up her rifle she placed it in her back pulling out her secondary she made her way back to the rendezvous point.

Something about this mission was off to her she couldn’t pin point exactly why she had an uneasy feeling.

But the feeling of comfort of being held by König was a feeling she hasn’t felt since Angus died.

The sounds of twigs breaking beside her caused her to stop. Looking up she was spotted by one of the guards. Before he could yell, she grabbed him covering his mouth she stabbed him repeatedly.

König watched in awe of her ability to protect herself. The way she looked covered in blood and dirt was all he needed. The way she looked up to the sky covered in blood was so hypnotic.

The rising sun illuminated the forest.

The sound of an alarm going off. She looked down at the deceased soldier she snorted and rubbed her nose.

“Show time!”

Hours Later

Several hours later, the sounds of gunfire, men yelling in pain. (Y/N) took cover behind the trees. The sounds of bullets cutting through the air. She looked around her searching for Konig but he was no where in sight.

"Konig do you copy, Ghost anyone."

Fuck!"

She ran through the forest the sounds of men yelling and screaming in pain around her. This mission was a failure. All hell had broken loose.

Konig fought hard looking for her in the distance hoping she was safe and hidden. He had lost track of her when they were ambushed hours ago. Ghost was in his sights fighting like hell.

There were too many. Reinforcements had showed up a few minutes ago. Konig ripped through the soldiers with sheer anger. Searching for her in the distance, on the ground among the bodies that littered the forest floor.

"Phantom!"

She stopped running when she heard him call her name.

"Konig!'

She ran to where his voice was calling from. While running she was shot in her side feeling the bullet rip through her flesh she ignored the pain. Her adrenaline was already coursing through her body.

Lungs burning in her chest her legs tired from all the running.

Konig heard her calling out to him. Peeking his head out he saw her running in the distance. The snipers hidden in the trees and bushes all started firing at him.

Running at full speed she slide against one of the dead trees that laid on the ground. Loading her rifle she aimed towards the trees and bushes.

One by one they dropped like flies. Taking her time eliminating one by one she slowed her breathing focusing on the targets ahead of her.

Holding her side she was gasping for air. Her breathing became a wheeze. Sucking in the cold air she moved slowly.

Looking down at her radio she pushed the button.

"Konig, Ghost if any of you guys can hear me.....I've been hit in my side. Im bleeding like a damn faucet."

"I'm good. Just tired is all."

She smiled and laughed softly.

Holding her rifle she struggle to pull herself up to her feet. Pulling her small medic pouch she pulled out gauzes. Stuffing her wound to stop the bleeding. Biting back her whimpers she let out a shriek.

Her shriek sounded inhuman.

This shriek echoed in the forest. As the snow fall started to fall harder so did the breeze turn into a harsh strong gust of wind that swept the forest.

Krueger jumped to his feet running in the direction of where he heard her scream.

Phantom stood up to her feet holding the tree she reached into her chest pocket pulling out an adrenaline shot.

Jabbing her leg she shivered with the rush. Reloading her gun she cracked her neck. Walking towards the sounds of men yelling.

Walking passed Konig he noticed her walking towards the soldiers.

Blood covered her side and her pants and boots.

She kneeled down holding her rifle calming her breathing she focused on all her shots. The way the snow fell around her made her look mesmerizing.

Konig ran out from the tree line charging after the soldiers that were retreating.

Ripping through the soldiers with his blades he could help but laugh at the few soldiers that screamed and begged for their pathetic lives. The feeling of their bones breaking beneath his grasp was pure euphoria. The feeling of being in control was like an addicting feeling.

As the snow fell he watched her rise to her feet.

This goddess that stood before him.

She belonged to him, no matter what.

If she didn't want him like he wanted her, he would have to show her his love and devotion to her.

She turned around looking for Krueger she saw him in the distance. Walking towards him she called out to him.

But the sound of a Snipers rifle gunshot rung through her ears.

Watching Krueger look down holding his stomach he fell to his knees.

"NO!!!!!"

"KRUEGER!!!!!"

She started to scream running to him she tripped in the snow. The fresh white snow under her feet turned crimson red. Holding her side she pushed the bloody gauzes back into her side. Crawling to her knees she struggled to stand up.

"KRUEGER!!!!"

König watched in horror as Krueger fell to his knees. Watching him land on the ground without moving he saw phantom running to his aid. Running to her he grabbed her. Bear hugging her from behind she fought against him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!! GET OFF ME KONIG!!!!

She elbowed him as he held her back. Kicking and screaming she fought hard. Trying to squirm out of his strong grasp she started to bite his hands and arms. Her bite marks littered all over his hands and wrist.

Kicking his legs and knees she screamed and cried for Krueger.

A large black and grey Humvee showed up some men jumped out picking up Krueger they threw him in the back. taking off with him.

"KRUEGER!!!!!!!!!!!"

"DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE BITTE!!!!"

As the truck was leaving so did the left over soldiers in the forest. They too had retreated.

Throwing her head back against Konigs nose, the pain of his nose cracking caused him to let her go.

She crawled to her feet running after the truck. Pulling out her secondary she loaded her last clip. Shooting every last bullet she had at the tires or anyone. Gasping for her air her lungs burned so much. The cold air filled her lungs.

The pain in her knees and shins all ached.

Hands frozen.

Her leg covered in cold blood from her wound.

Holding her knees bending over her mind was hazy.

Gasping for her air, she fell to her knees crying for Krueger.

Meanwhile

Running through the forest. The more snow fell it had made it had made it harder to navigate through the thick woods. Stifled coughs muffled in their scarves Aksel tried his radio again.

Only met with silence and static. He led his team through the forest with caution. It had became quiet very quiet.

Moving silently and quickly, Aksel made his way to the others with Soap and Gaz

Price walked silently but cautiously through the forest and snow fall cautiously. The sounds of grunting and leaves rustling caught his attention. He turned the corner quickly but no enemy but to be met with Ghost.

Harnessing his weapon he kneeled down beside Ghost. Checking his wound he patched him up. Helping him to his feet they heard the snow crunching nearby by them.

Ghost held his rifle ready. Price held his weapon ready. Peeking his head out he sighed with relief. Watching Aksel he sighed with relief as well. Soap rushed over to Price nodding to him he was relieved to see Ghost still in one piece. Gaz nodded to Price walking over to Ghost he patted his back. Helping Soap they lifted Ghost to his feet.

"Ghost? Where's Phantom, Konig and Krueger?"

"Konig ran after her a few mins ago. Something must've happened. I heard her screaming for Krueger."

"It got quiet after they left that way."

Ghost pointed in the Northeast direction. Looking at the snow Aksel followed the boot prints where he saw Konig sitting on the ground holding his face.

Aksel rushed over to Konig. Seeing him sitting on the ground he pulled out his medical pact.

"Brother you hit."

Kneeling down beside him he examined him.

"No I'm fine. That spitfire of a woman broke my nose though."

Holding his nose he looked at Aksel with a shit eating grin.

Aksel shook his head. Patching up his nose he looked around for Krueger and Phantom.

This literal goddess had broken his nose.

No one had ever broke his nose.

This spitfire of a goddess had been the first to break his nose.

"God, I Love This Woman."

He whispered under his breathe.

Standing up he wiped his nose. Looking at his gloved hands he noticed her delicate teeth ripped through his gloves.

The sight of her biting his hands and arms made his hunger for her grow ten fold.

Aksel walked over to where Phantom sat on the ground looking at her lap. Blood seeping out of her wound she bit back her sobs.

"They took him. They stole him away right in front of me."

"Aksel he's gone."

"Gone"

"Just like that"

"It's my fault. I never fucking miss a shot. How could I have been so clumsy on my shots."

Looking up to Aksel she cried more, covering her face with her bloody gloves. Her sobs were muffled.

Aksel kneeled beside her patting her back she hugged him immediately.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking asshole."

She tried to stand up but failed miserably. The wound in her side throbbed so much she collapsed.

Groaning in pain she tried to crawl but Kong stood in front of her.

Smirking down to her. He reached out to her picking her up he held her close. Inhaling her scent this sent shivers down his spine. Carrying her bride style she in a way found comfort in his grasp. But her anger towards him remained.

"They have Krueger."

#konig #konig cod #konig imagine #konig mw2 #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig x you #tor aksel Eriksen #cod krueger #sebastian krueger #sebastian krueger x reader #aksel cod #pining #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #konig smut

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gunsatthaphan · 10 months

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~ Monthly BL Breakdown: July 2023 ~

🕶️ Happy August!!! 🌻

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post!

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 Be Mine SuperStar - July 3rd (Thailand) ✅

🌟 Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 - July 5th (Japan)

🌟 Stay by My Side - July 7th (Taiwan)

🌟 Stay With Me - July 7th (China, censored)

🌟 Senior Love Me? (short film) - July 7th (Thailand)

🌟 Low Frequency - July 8th (Thailand)

🌟 Hidden Agenda - July 9th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 Bump Up Business - July 9th (South Korea)

🌟 Laws of Attraction - July 15th (Thailand)

🌟 The Star Season 2 - July 15th (Myanmar)

🌟 Wedding Plan - July 19th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 After Sundown - July 20th (Thailand, cinema-release)

🌟 Jun and Jun - July 20th (South Korea)

🌟 Monochrome (short film) - July 25th (Thailand)

🌟 Papa, What Is Love? Season 2 - July 28th (Philippines)

Monthly likes/dislikes

❣️ Be Mine Superstar - once in a while a trashy low budget show comes along and hits just the right spot - this is that show lmao. I was looking forward to seeing JaFirst again but I did not expect to like it this much lol. It’s ridiculous but the kind that makes me laugh a lot. JaFirst completely reversing their roles has me rolling and is working extremely well. Love Stage vibes all around. I love it so far.

New series & movie announcements

🎥 Night Dream - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 I Love You I Kill You (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Beyond The Duo (short film) - Date TBA (Myanmar)

🎥 UniverSad (novel adaption) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Iridescent love - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Nai Hia Bok Mai Chop Dek - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 The Hell Guards (Hey Don't Mess With My Heart) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Even If I Try To Fall In Love With You (君となら恋をしてみても, manga adaption) - Date TBA (Japan)

🎥 Wishing Upon the Shooting Stars - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Bad Guy My Boss - Date TBA (Thailand)

Other news from the BL world

❗️ The following BL productions & actors won at this year’s Asia Top Awards 2023:

Ohm Thitiwat: Best Actor (609 Bedtime Story)

Tar Atiwat: Rising Star (I Will Knock You)

PeeTitle: Popularity Award (La Pluie)

Gun Napat: Best Performance in a BL (Luminous Solution)

Mew Suppasit: Best Serial Actor (Love Me Again)

KinnPorsche: Most Popular BL Series

❗️ Former StarHunter actor Bas Suradet (2Moons, Gen Y) has joined Studio WabiSabi, along with 4 other new faces in their New Generation Lineup.

❗️ The novel ไหนเฮียบอกไม่ชอบเด็ก will be adapted into a series by MFlow Entertainment. Auditions are currently being held. Further details are unknown.

❗️ The upcoming GMMTV BL Cherry Magic released its pilot trailer after an 8 month delay due to copyright issues. Workshops are currently happening. The show will likely air in early 2024.

❗️ GMMTV announced that GeminiFourth will no longer be part of the upcoming BL/GL drama 23.5 due to changes in storylines & characters. They have been replaced by View Benyapa and June Wanwimol who will play the roles of Aylin & Luna, making it a GL-only drama. Further cast additions include Ciize Rutricha and others.

❗️ Actor Tul Pakorn (Together With Me, Manner of Death) announced his retirement from acting as he is pursuing a career in real estate in New York after getting his master’s degree.

❗️ The upcoming Domundi BL Middleman's Love has started workshops. The show will likely air towards the end of the year.

❗️ The Japanese BL Ossan's Love is rumored to get a third season which will likely premiere in January 2024. Further details are unknown.

❗️ The Norwegian web series SKAM (2015-2017) will get a Korean adaption called Skam Korea. The series has a total of 7 remakes from 6 European countries + the US. Auditions are currently being held.

❗️ GeminiFourth announced that they will be starring in another BL series which will be a novel adaption. Further details are unknown.

Upcoming series & movies for August

👉🏻 Stay Still - August 1st (Hong Kong)

👉🏻 Sing My Crush - August 2nd (South Korea)

👉🏻 The New Employee (movie version) - August 3rd (South Korea)

👉🏻 Love in Translation - August 5th (Thailand)

👉🏻 My Personal Weatherman - August 11th (Japan)

👉🏻 Love Class Season 2 - August 11th (South Korea)

👉🏻 Only Friends - August 12th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Friend. Boy Friend - August 19th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Lucky Love - August 20th (Thailand)

👉🏻 My Universe - August 20th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Kiseki: Dear to Me - August 22nd (Taiwan)

👉🏻 Why R U? Korean Remake - August 24th (South Korea)

👉🏻 Crazy Handsome Rich - August TBA (Thailand)

#doreens monthly bl breakdown #thai bl #bl drama #upcoming bl #update #bl news #august is gonna be wild im so ready #bring it

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We need a part 2 of finney dating hcs ❗️❓😫

OH SO WE ARE BACK AT IT AGAIN HUH

Finney dating Headcanons part 2

Okay so Finney is ok with Pda as long as no one makes fun of the two of you.

Pda would be really cute because if you two held hands together, Finney would grab your hand tight, but gentle as if someone would take you away from him

You and Finney do Movie Nights for sure!!

If you fall asleep in the middle of the movie, he would carefully put a blanket around you and shut off the tv so you could sleep in peace

I feel like he would give you space, rather than staying with you.. but if you fell asleep in his shoulder or with your head on his knee or something, he‘d let you sleep and stay with you

You two could communicate without even saying a word. You would sit across each other from class and while Finney shot you some glances you knew what he was saying immediately. The same goes for you.

If you get hurt because of someone he‘d be livid but calm on the outside. He would take care of you and then let his guard dog Robin out to fuck that mf up who hurt you

You of course will take care of him as well and patch him up if he got beat by some Bully ass.

And if you‘re a really tough person might even throw some punches to anyone that hurts him. Of course only if you are the person for it

If you ran into a glass door or fell off your bike he would still patch you up if needed

You have to be at his baseball games. He feels much more confident when you‘re there

He teaches you baseball 100% and practices with you if you are also up to it

Dating Finney is really amazing and he will give you so many great memories

You never get into fights

He would definitely give you long hugs before saying goodbye, even if you two would see each other the next day

Because you date Finn, you are also very close to his sister

If someone stole your fruit snacks in school he would ask around the class for gummies or alternatives and gift everything he gathered to you

Or he would just share his lunch with you instead

He loves sharing

Finneys Friends Are your Friends. Not that Finney had many but Robin was a great friend too

If you struggle in school, Finney will not only be your boyfriend but also your privat tutor

Can we just agree that he his the sweetest???

#the black phone fanfic #the black phone headcanons #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #the black phone x reader #Tbp #finney blake x reader #finney blake #mason thames #Headcanons #black phone headcanons #black phone x reader #robin arellano

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girlactionfigure · 24 days

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🔅Wed night - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

❗️INJURED IN THE ARAMSHA ATTACK.. increases to 18, soldiers, 6 serious. Also of note, there was no alarm, and no interception attempt?

⚠️IRAN EVACUATES FACILITIES IN SYRIA.. Iranian Revolutionary Guards and Hezbollah have reduced the presence of their senior officers in Syria, and evacuated various facilities.

⚠️TRAVEL TO IRAN SUSPENDED.. The German airline Lufthansa extends the suspension of its flights to Tehran until April 30.

⚠️UNIFIL HIDES.. All UNIFIL forces in Lebanese territory entered shelters. It is possible that this indicates a broad attack that will be carried out in southern Lebanon.

⚠️GPS JAMMING LEBANON.. Lebanese residents report disruption of GPS devices, TV and satellite channels and cellular communications in Tzur and the south.

▪️GAZA - NUSIRAT.. a week of activity in the center of the Gaza Strip in Nusirat. IDF fighters successfully destroyed an underground tunnel that crossed the Gaza River, another 5 underground combat complexes, and 2 rocket production sites. In addition, the extension of the Netzer corridor to the south was successfully completed. And dozens of terrorists were eliminated.

▪️TIME MOST INFLUENTIAL.. Rachel Goldberg Polin, the mother of Hersh Shacht, who was kidnapped in Gaza, was included in the list of "100 influential people" by Time magazine.

▪️ECONOMY - SHEKEL.. with tensions in Israel, the shekel has lost a bit of value, now at 3.78 to $1.

▪️ECONOMY - CEO PAY.. highest paid public CEO in Israel, CEO of Teva pharmaceuticals. He makes $8 million per month, or NIS 30 million per month.

#Israel #October 7 #Hamas Massacre #Gaza #Israel/HamasWar #Real Time Updates

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queers-gambit · 1 year

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Kin Slayer

[ part two ] [ alternate ending two: Sweetest Devotion ] [ series masterlist ]

prompt: war wages and in the Riverlands, it ends as it began - with him.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader

fandom: House of the Dragon

word count: 6.8k+

note: two parts 'cause final word count was 12k+. also, this is the final, people!!

warnings: loose book spoilers - proceed at your own risk. cursing, spoilers, angst angst angst. ❗️SPOILERS

Kasta's roar of alarm vibrated the entire island, circling in the air twice, then descending to your ancestral home - tears still leaking down your cheeks as the storm raged its war over the sea. It was dangerous to fly in such violent weather by every sense of the word, but you could not remain in King's Landing another moment; escaping back home to the comfort of your mother.

You rushed into the dark castle, soaked to the bone and shivering, explaining to the guards that you needed to see your Queen mother immediately. They nodded and lead you to the throne room, where you huddled to the floor by the fire in an effort to warm your numbed fingers. The night was cold and quiet to let the storm ring clearly in your ears, and midnight slowly passed.

Yet, it wasn't enough to drown out the last words you exchanged with your husband, heart weeping as his absence already created a hole in your heart. You felt guilty for wanting to be with him, yet you were only parted an hour or two - tops. Yet it felt like an ocean was between you, setting adrift the moment you learned of Lucerys.

You just wanted to go back to before today.

Suddenly, your mother burst through the doors with such force they banged into the walls; calling your name, and making you stand on wobbly legs. "Oh, my sweet girl," she rushed for you and the moment you were in her arms, you were both sobbing relentlessly. "Oh, you're home - oh, you're safe, and you're home," she held the back of your head tightly, petting soothingly. "Thank the Gods."

"Mumma," you whispered, pulling back, "I-I have to tell you something horrendous."

"So do I."

You offered her a curious look, "What're the odds they are the same message?"

"Tell me yours first," she nodded, taking your hand in hers, but neither of your tears ceased.

You braced yourself, explaining, "There's been a grievance in the family. An-And I'm afraid I know the details of it."

She stood still as you rolled your lips between your teeth before revealing the fate of your little brother - then, just naturally falling into a sobbing mess as you explained to her what happened after.

• King's Landing // the Dragon Pit // hours prior •

Your eyes refused to look at your husband while your mind raced with confusing options. He had asked you to stay, and while a part of you wanted to accept, you knew you truly couldn't - not after everything that had happened, not after all he's done.

So, after a few moments of stony silence, your voice whispered, "I can't stay here, Aemond. Our respected families need us now, and we've both obligation and duty to them."

"What about duty to our marriage?"

You nodded sadly as you had weighed that same question, eyes raking over the dirt floor. "You threw that out the window when you decided to pursue Luke on dragonback. I did not do this to us, you did, and this is something you must deal with on your own. I don't think I can hold your hand through this because the idea of you ever touching me again makes me feel physically ill. To stand at your side loyally feels like the greatest insult I can offer Lucerys."

"Sweet girl, please," he begged in a soft whisper - and let it be clearly known that Aemond Targaryen did not beg.

"I can't," you whispered back, feeling something split down your heart - but you had to do this. "You destroyed this marriage when you let your dragon eat my baby brother. I can't fix this mess of yours, Aemond. I can't support you through this - I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to stand at your side in court when they know you killed our kin and started this war? How am I supposed to look at you?"

He sighed, "So, what do we do, love?"

You wanted to scream at him not to use pet names anymore because it made your heart hurt worse. "We do nothing," you said instead, swallowing thickly, "because I need to go, I need to be away from this cursed city. I can't stay here anymore, I can't stay with you, and you know that once you deliver the news, your family would never let me out of the Keep again."

You heard his shuddering breath, "I am to lose you? This easily?"

"Easily?" You scoffed. "You killed my brother - you lost control. This was not an easy decision but your actions are forcing me to make it."

Aemond frowned, "Please, let me make things right between us."

"You can't," you sniffled, moving as quick as your belly allowed. "I must go, I can't stay."

"It's storming, what if you waited?" He followed you to your feet. "Sweetheart, please, just wait!" He followed you as you made a beeline for your dragon out of sheer panic. "Just let the storm pass, do not leave now - "

"I cannot," you whipped around on him. "Do you not get it? I can't stay with you, I can't be around you! You said you would help me - so help me now. Stand aside and let me go, there is nothing left for us to salvage. There is genuine shock that I have not slapped that stupid fucking face of yours. I love you, I do, Aemond, with my whole fucking heart and I'm so sorry it came to this, but I can't stay here - not with you. Not anymore."

His tears fell uselessly, something you've rarely ever seen before. "I can fix this," he promised in a wobble. "Please, let me try - I know I can fix this, sweet girl. Y-You just - please. You just have to stay and let me try."

"You cannot," you sighed, "because there's nothing left. Not for us. I cannot repeat myself all night - "

"You cannot think that to be true!"

"How can you think different!? What is left, Aemond!?"

"Our love!"

"Our love has withered under your desperate need for revenge! And now, my brother is dead and my mother's going to war against you and your family. When Green fights Black, I am not needed here but rather with her!"

"You're wrong because I need you," he snapped. "I cannot be without, please, do not go, my love. Do not take my child, do not take your love, I need you."

"Aemond Targaryen doesn't need anything from anyone, and if I stay, I'll only ever hate you for keeping me trapped," you whispered. "For whatever it is worth, I have enjoyed our time together and I do love you - more than I've ever loved before, and often times, more than I loved myself. It pains me to leave, believe me, but it would kill me to stay, and right now, I can only do what's best for me - not you."

"What about what is best for us?"

"That is not what's best for me! Are you not listening!? Do I speak a language unknown to you!?" You snapped, hearing Kasta growling with warning. "I am sorry, Aemond, I am. This shouldn't have come to pass, but now that it has, we cannot ever go back."

He shifted and lifted his head, staring down his nose at you. "Do you mean to say that should I ever see you again, it will be in battle?"

You shrugged, "Less my mother spares me." Your hand moved to your swelling womb, holding it securely. "But it is not in her nature, and you've just shattered her world into ruins. I have no idea what I'm walking into - "

"So stay here!"

"I will suffer if I do!"

"You know I would protect you, but I can't if you're gone! Who is to say you wouldn't suffer going back to your mother? Huh? How do you know this is right - why is it so farfetched to think we can recover from this? My love, please - "

"Because, for the last time, you killed! My baby brother!"

He took another breath, "You will not stay?"

"I cannot."

He nodded sadly, slowly reaching to gently caress your cheek, "Then good luck, wife. Do not take this the wrong way, but I will pray we never meet again."

You smirked sarcastically, "Least now, you're free to marry the Baratheon Bitch."

His jaw clenched and he looked away from your reddening gaze, finding your tears overwhelming to your mind, body, and soul. After exhaling, he finally agreed, "All right, I will stand aside and you... You can leave," he gulped. "For what it's worth, I love you - now and 'til my death. Nothing is going to change that."

"That's nice for you," you whispered, "because it's all changed for me. Your actions are making me think that this was all you wanted all along. I'll remind you, my hand was offered as compensation, yet you still childishly pursued revenge. Now, the only thing I can think, is that this - our relationship - our marriage - was all a lie."

"You know it wasn't," he argued heatedly. "Do not say that - do not think that, you know I love you. You know it was all real."

You nodded, "Then I guess it won't stop hurting, will it?"

"I'll write if it does," he whispered, looking away from you. Then, his mind made up and he reached for the back of his neck and unclasped the golden Warrior pendent you gifted him for his nameday. "Take it," he nodded.

"I don't - "

"You gifted it to me to keep me safe," he whispered, chain dangling from his grasp. "Please just take it. It will give me peace of mind to think you're protected... Let this succeed where I have failed." You mutely took the chain from him, careful to avoid grazing his skin, and kept the pendent in an iron-locked fist. "Go," he whispered. "Before I change my mind."

You scoffed and turned for Kasta, climbing into her saddle, and urging her out of the Caves - leaving Aemond behind in a cloud of rising dust. And on the way out, you realized you left your heart behind, but there was no room for heart in war. You didn't go back.

• Dragonstone // present •

Rhaenyra frowned as she listened, trying to use her thumbs to swipe your tears away, but more fell and rendered her powerless against the avalanche of your emotions. You stuttered and sobbed, skipping certain details in your recount, but then collapsing into her arms.

You admitted your guilt. Your pain and worry for him, how you longed to have him back. How you wanted nothing more than for this all to be a farce - some terrible nightmare.

You asked her why this had to pass - repeatedly wondering where it went wrong, why the Gods would do this, and how to move forward.

Questions your mother did not have answers to.

For the first time since you were a small child, you had gotten in her bed with her; snuggled deep in her embrace as you both mourned for Luke. And you also grieved for your marriage and husband - but your love for him was greater than your guilt, making it all hurt to a suffocating level.

Your mother had kicked Daemon out of bed, but one look at your face had him shuffling from the room and leaving you both some privacy. She let you unload your heart's pain, and before you knew it, you were dozed off with your head tucked under her chin as her hands toyed with your long hair.

Yet, she laid awake. Her mind raced. Ideas, thoughts, notions, and strategy all filtered in and out of her brain; never shutting off, never allowing her rest.

When her daughter rose, Rhaenyra was still awake and admitted, "I don't think I can do this, my sweet girl."

"What d'you mean, Mumma?"

"T-This war," she trembled. "I do not know if I have the strength. We have already lost so much, I don't think I can risk more."

"Your family has the strength," you assured softly. "Joffrey will need you now more than ever, and when word reaches Jace of Luke's demise, I fear for the retribution he will want. Yet... Daemon had a point, we have more dragons than they do, and you now have both Meleys and Kasta. The Green's have Vhagar."

"Would you think me foolish if I promoted your grandparents to war generals?" She asked quietly, stroking the hair on the side of your head, gently pulling it back over your shoulder.

"Not in the slightest," you assured. "Should anyone have more cause than us to wage war on the Greens, might be Princess Rhaenys."

She nodded, "I fear you might be right."

"You are not alone in this," you assured, grabbing her hands. "I have come home, and I know I cannot ease the pain of Luke's passing, but I can be here to ensure we are as victorious as possible."

"You might face Aemond, my girl."

"I considered that," you nodded, laying your hand over her own; pressing her palm to your cheek. "I came here, anyways."

"You did," she nodded with a sniffle, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "You're always here when I need you most."

"I'm sorry it took me so long," you teased, hearing her chuckle through tears. You both eventually rose from bed and dressed for a new day, and just as you were exiting the castle, you were met by a hurried Daemon.

"Quick," he ushered you both, "it's Joffrey."

"What?" You demanded, taking your mother's hand as you both hustled to where you had seen Daemon come from. But no words were said as the young boy was trying to urgently fight off the few guards present and mount his dragon. "I got it," you sighed to Rhaenyra and Daemon, to Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys as they arrived; squeezing your mother's hand before letting go and jogging towards the guards. "All right, all right, hey, hey, hey," you took control of your much smaller brother. "That's enough, Joffrey, hey!"

"No!" The little boy sobbed, thrashing in your arms. "I-I have to go! I have to go! Luke needs me! Let me go!"

"My love," you forced him to turn to you as you took a knee, "believe me when I say there is nothing we can do about Luke now. I'm so sorry, my boy, but he is gone." Joffrey began to sob, your own tears brimming. "But you hear me now," you nodded, smearing his tears from his cheeks, "I will not let his death go unavenged. The Greens will pay for what they have done to our family."

He nodded sadly and dropped into your shoulder, making your guilt heighten after years of being apart. You feared for the time you all had left, leaving a kiss on his forehead before scooping him up onto your hip - which was no easy feat.

He was small, but not that small. Yet, you made it work.

However, Joffrey giggled lightly as you tickled his tummy lightly and moved back to your parents; your mother smiling fondly at the pair of you. "To war, then?" You nodded with a smirk, making her face fall in shock as you stepped away with the tearful boy.

Daemon actually felt something in his heart burst and realized it was unbridled pride, turning to watch you walk down the hall; head held high, shoulders back, arms holding your little brother, and though it was invisible, the weight of the world slowly crushing your spirit.

But you were both Targaryen and Velaryon, and you would no be so easily broken.

To say you were Daemon's secret weapon was an understatement. Just after Luke's death, you and he mounted your mighty dragons - where Kasta was now bigger than Caraxes - and flew for Harrenhal. It fell without bloodshed due to only fear after Caraxes landed and Kasta hovered so close over the castle, that each beat of her wings sent trembles through the castle.

Jace had been successful in rallying allies, and soon, the Blacks felt at an advantage. Yet, the scorn from Luke's death was felt by all and while you returned to your mother's side for whatever she may need, your step-father sent word to King's Landing for retribution - citing a son for a son. There were those who lingered in the darkness who had found loyalty and trust in the Prince of the City.

Blood and Cheese was dispensed at Daemon's orders and you would never know the extent of the damage done 'til much later. The Queen Mother Alicent was bound and gagged and after the murder of her hand maiden, the Queen Heleana arrived with her three children to say goodnight to their grandmother...

By the end, only the Queens and two children survived the ordeal.

Your heart felt at war once again after learning of the Prince Jaehaerys' demise; feeling as if you should have been there to either prevent such an attack, or at least comfort your sister-by-law after naming one son to die, but another was slain.

This lead into a vicious blood feud that spilled over into the countryside and through small folk. Banners were raised and battles started; leaving the Riverlands in the control of the Blacks first. Your Grandsire Corlys also commanded the waters of Blackwater Bay, strangling the business of merchants to the Capital City. With rejections coming in from seemingly everywhere, Aegon was surely shitting on the Throne.

So much so, he apparently sent his man, Ser Arryk, into Dragonstone to impersonate his twin brother, your mother's Queen Guard, Ser Erryk. Yet, you were the one who found the two bodies - twins, slain by one another - and raised the alarm.

Though you had once thought to be on the advantage, Aegon was an impatient little bastard and the attack on Rook's Rest left your mother pacing with nerves.

"Send me, Mother," you nodded, chin lifting. "Kasta's big enough to handle this."

"Not a single chance in Seven Hells - "

"With respect, Your Grace," your Grandmother, Rhaenys, stepped up, "but she would not travel alone. Together, with Meleys and Kasta, we would stand a chance."

She sighed, "I don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, Your Grace, just give us leave," you nodded.

The silence echoed around you as she weighed in her mind the pros and cons of sending her only girl into war. Her pregnant daughter.

"All right, you might fly to the Lord Stauton's aid," Rhaenyra relented, "but you're not to engage in any fight! Do you hear me? I will not risk you or the child."

You chuckled, "Kasta does all the fighting for me, Mother."

"I'm not kidding, my girl, you are there for show - not as muscle. Let your dragon's presence be enough."

"And if they attack? Is she to flee?" Rhaenys asked.

"Yes," your mother snapped. "Your Queen demands it."

You bowed your head, "Yes, Your Grace."

She sighed and stalked up to you, taking your cheeks in her hands. "I need you, my girl. But I need you to be careful more."

"I will, Mother," you promised, hands over hers. With an encouraging smile, you parted ways.

With a new set of golden armor adorning your body with all black clothing underneath, you and your Grandmother mounted your dragons - shimmering gems of emerald and copper - before taking another look at your home. "You will return to see this place again," Rhaenys promised you in High Valyrian. "I will see to it, sweet girl."

You only nodded before encouraging Kasta to the skies with Meleys following right behind. They both flew with ferocity towards Rook's Rest, praying to the Seven you weren't too late. However, when you both arrived, you were shocked to fly over the fortress and swerve Kasta to the side when a spear was launched through the air - just managing to cut past your ear.

"SCORPIONS!" You alerted your Grandmother, trying to avoid the hail of arrows over you both. You and Rhaenys evaded the pointed weapons with relative easy; where the Scorpions could only fire once, in a single direction - and your dragons could dip and dive through the sky. "Fuck," you grunted, lowering yourself to the saddle when archers took aim at your body.

Kasta roared when you grunted in pain, an arrow embedding itself in your thigh to pierce into the saddle bed.

You heard Meleys give a responding roar, and together, the two dragons flew overhead of Ser Cole's Green Army, both you and your Grandmother shouted in union, "DRACARYS!"

The men beneath you all screamed in agony as fire devoured them whole.

You were cutting through the air when another battle cry rang out, the beating of wings heard right after, and in the short distance, you saw both Sunfyre, Aegon's dragon, and Aemond's dragon, Vhagar, flying directly for you and Rhaenys.

"Go, you need to go - get out of here, my girl, please! Go now!" Rhaenys begged you, hovering over the smoking fortress.

"It's too late," you refused, tears springing to your eyes as you met her gaze. "This is why I came home, you need me, Grandmother," you told her in High Valyrian. "I will stand with you."

"Vhagar is too big for us, you know this," she panted in fear. But then, an idea struck. "Stick to the smoke and make it look like you're deserting me. Only then, you attack from above."

"Grandma," you refused.

"Go, please, it's our best chance," she nodded, and for a moment, you didn't notice the pain in your throbbing thigh.

"I love you," you told her through emotion - refusing to cry in the heat of battle. But it was hard not to, especially when something in your stomach told you this battle was far from over.

"I love you, too," she promised, "now, go on, please."

"To the skies, Kasta," you nodded, holding tight as the dragon gave a roar and flew higher in the sky - making sure it looked like she was in retreat before the hanging smoke in the sky ate your form.

To Aegon and Aemond, it looked as a retreat and both men focused on their intended target - Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was, and Meleys, the Red Queen. They seemingly stood alone.

A thousand feet in the air, the battle began. Teeth and claws, roars of dragons, and the clashing of flesh echoed to anyone alive on the ground. Bodies thundered together and jaws snapped; leaving the ground to spray lightly with dragon blood.

You had to admit, Meleys gave both dragons one helluva fight but they still overpowered her - and you saw your chance. "Now, Kasta, down - onto Sunfyre!"

Understanding your intentions, Kasta dove down so fast it made you cling to your saddle with your chest pressed to her neck, and just as her claws deployed, Kasta gave a bellowing roar of battle and latched onto the golden dragon.

You heard your husband scream your name above the fray, but the momentary distraction proved useful for Meleys - who latched onto Vhagar's neck. Four dragons collided together in the sky, two Black dragons keeping their Green prey in their clutches.

Sunfyre was whipped to the side with half his wing missing, and the golden dragon soared through the air to slam into both Vhagar and Meleys - sending everyone careening to the ground.

"RHAENYS!" You screamed, sending Kasta to the ground after her. You had to hover for a moment as the mushrooming dust settled; first seeing Vhagar, who looked unharmed, before searching until you found the Red Queen. You panted through your tears when you located Meleys at last, but the dragon was no longer moving. "No, no, no, no, no," you begged, landing with a thud that could've cracked your neck before using the momentum to swing from the saddle - breaking the arrow off in your thigh.

You landed on unsteady feet, limping to where the body of your Grandmother laid, crashing to your knees when you reached her. You pulled her head to your lap with shaking hands.

"Oh, Gods, no, no, no, no, not you, too, please, no, stay with me, Grandma, please, please, y-you're gonna be okay," You begged her broken body, blood smeared over her mouth, nose, and dripping from her ears. She was bruised, burnt, and covered in ash and soot. "Grandma, please, please, yo-you have to get up. Okay? We have to go, all right? I have to get your help, please, get up. W-We have to get back, y-you-you need Maesters. I need to help you, please, you have to get up." A sob broke through your lips, "You have to get up - please!" Then, a broken whisper, "Please."

You heard footsteps behind you but didn't turn because Rhaenys was smiling at you. "My sweet girl," she whispered, a bit of blood bubbling from her mouth, her hand raising to your cheek that hovered over her face in tangible worry, "it is done. It's over, this is my end. You have to let me go, my sweetest love."

"Please," you begged again, holding her in your lap.

"I only have one request of you, my precious, sweet granddaughter," she sniffled, briefly choking on her words and blood.

"W-What? What can I do? Grandma, please, how can I help you?"

She swallowed thickly, coughing after to send another spray of blood over her lips and chin. "T-Tell Kasta I want my end in fire," she nodded. "Do it, please. I am in terrible pain, sweet one. D-Do not make me suffer any longer, my girl, please."

"Do not ask this of me," you begged softly.

"You're the o-only one," she coughed again. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, the strength in her fading - but not fast enough to save her from suffering through this pain. "I love you."

Through your rapid tears, you assured, "I love you, too. I will see you again. And I will make you proud, I promise."

"I already am," she whispered. She paused for a moment before smiling sadly, "You look so much like your Father."

"Tell him I miss him everyday," you whispered.

Your forehead met hers in a solemn goodbye, being forced to leave her at the base of her dead dragon's belly. You limped backwards, her eyes never leaving yours, as Kasta's head loomed beside your body once you came to a halt. You shook your head at Rhaenys, but after an encouraging nod, your voice cracked, "Dracarys, Kasta."

It was quick and painless as fire enveloped the Princess Rhaenys' body; your knees giving out to send you into the dirt in a fit of desperation. Your arms wrapped around your belly, swollen with child, and just sobbed uselessly.

The fire did nothing to Meleys' body, but it burnt your Grandmother beyond recognition. Though, because of location, you knew everyone would know it was her. You heard careful footsteps and your name being spoken softly, knowing who it was at once.

"This is gonna kill us all, Aemond," you whispered, staring at the smoldering remains of your father's mother. "No way we all survive, th-this is - this is madness!"

Slowly, Aemond lowered himself onto a single knee beside you. "I'm sorry for your loss, for what it's worth."

You nodded sadly, "She was a good woman... Who did right by everyone despite never receiving their respect in return."

He agreed, "She'll be gravely missed."

You sniffled, looking around at the smoke as your throat cleared. "Right, so, uh, how exactly does this work? Am I to fly Kasta to King's Landing, or will you set her free? Hitch her to Vhagar? Kill her here?"

"What're you talking about?"

Your eyes met his own for the first time in months, "Isn't that the way of war? To take prisoners? Or do you intend to do away with my life now?"

Aemond's brow furrowed, "How could you think that of me? No, no, I will not take you prisoner and I won't be killing you."

"Today, at least," you sighed. "What of your brother?"

"Sunfyre is grounded and Aegon's been knocked out," Aemond revealed, "he looks pretty battered."

"Why're you here, then? With me?"

"I had to make sure you were all right, love, and when I saw Kasta land, I just... I had to make sure," he admitted, sighing after as his own gaze drifted. But then, he saw and voiced, "You're bleeding. Gods, love, y-you're hurt!"

"Huh?" You muttered, looking to your burning-with-pain thigh. "Oh, right," your throat cleared, "curtesy of Cole's archers."

"You should get home, get that cleaned and treated."

"Why're you doing this?" You demanded, too tired to physically fight but you'd still instigate the shit out of him. "Huh? Why? Why're you letting me go? Why'd you come check on me?"

"I told you - I needed to make sure you were all right," his head shook. "I know it's hard to believe, but you're still my wife, and I've loved you for years. I will not so easily abandon our union, nor the love I bare for you."

You shuddered a breath, "You should not care, Aemond. 'S been months - "

"A hundred and four days," he nodded.

"Aemond..."

"Bit over three months," he sighed. "I can do nothing but count the days since I lost you. There is little else my mind lets me care for when you are not beside me."

Your tears fell, again. "Let me go," you whispered. "You and I are both on different paths in destiny, Aemond, but if today was any indication, this war is going to destroy us both. Mind, body, soul."

"It has already taken you from me," he scoffed, "there is little else I care for."

"I wish to every God everything was different," you nodded, "but it's not, and we can only go forward. But you and I both know there are obligations in times of war that we cannot avoid, no matter how much we try. The next time we meet, we will not be so lucky and we'll have to face one another."

"I won't fight you," he refused. "I could never - "

"You'll have to," you frowned. "Now, go. Your boy-King-brother needs you, I'm sure."

He glanced around at your dragon and frowned as his eyes drifted back to your injury. "I will help you first, you cannot climb with your injuries."

It was the first time you were acutely aware of the injuries, aching from the clashing of bodies through smoke and soot. Aemond's arms were tight around you as you grunted while climbing to your feet, holding onto him for a moment as you stabilized yourself.

"All right?" he checked in a whisper. You nodded stiffly, and together, moved for the rope ladder of Kasta's saddle. However, just before you could reach for the ladder, you felt Aemond's hands drift to your swollen belly. "And the babe? Please, at least tell me that."

"I think they're okay," you whispered, leaning on Kasta's hide for a moment. "I will write if anything changes."

He sighed, "You've two months to go, yes?"

"About," you nodded. For a moment, you allowed yourself a moment of vulnerability and turned your back flat on your dragon to face your husband. Your hands held his in place, letting him crowd into you as you whisper, "I think they miss their Daddy's voice."

He smiled gently, "I miss you."

"You've no idea how much I miss you, too," You admitted with tears in your amethyst eyes, nodding, "but war takes all, there's never a true victor."

"Come home with me," he insisted for a moment. "Come back to King's Landing, let me protect you. W-We'll feed information around that I took you captive so your mother doesn't think you've abandoned her, but please, let me be there for you through the rest of this. Let me... Let me meet our child, please, my love."

Your head shook with a sad smile, "Why can't you come with me? Surely, between you and I, Vhagar and Kasta, we'll win, and this can all be over. Please, Mother is rational and between she and I, we can convince Daemon. We can be together, have our baby, be a family like we deserve... Aemond, please, come away with me," you begged when his gaze dropped from yours."

"You know I cannot," he whispered.

"Don't leave me," you begged quietly, and in that moment, Aemond's heart had stitched itself back together just to ice over and be shattered with a hammer.

"Aegon is hurt, my love. If he does not wake from his severe injuries, I-I will be asked to sit the Iron Throne for the interim."

You nodded with understanding, hating the words on your tongue, "Then this is goodbye... Again."

He sighed, letting himself shuffle closer before lowering his forehead to your own. You paused to breath him in; the rancid smell of burnt flesh the only thing your nose could register until he was crowding into you. "I have another impossible request," he whispered.

"Speak it."

"Might I kiss you?"

"Aemond - "

"Three months without you and you say the next time we meet will be our last," he rushed. "Let us have this last moment before we're both torn between obligations. Please," he begged gently. "I miss you, my pretty girl, please, grant me this one privilege. I miss my wife."

"It will only hurt us more," you felt your resolve crumbling, and he saw it; hand stroking the side of your face.

"If this is our last moment together, please," he whispered. "I cannot fight you, I can only love you. Let me kiss you, wife - "

But you cut him off by rocking onto your toes and pressing your lips to his. His hands moved to quickly hold you against him, mind registering the feel of you again, and letting the kiss grow in passion. It slowed into something languid; speaking without words what the other means to you both.

How much you loved each other. How badly you would miss him. How sorry you were for the coming pain.

"I love you," you whispered against him, his hands holding your cheeks. "And I-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Aemond, I-I wish this was different," your breathing turned ragged from your weeping.

He nodded against your forehead as they rested together. His fingers pet over the loose strands of hair that had been pulled free of your braids, pecking your lips again before whispering, "I wish everything was different, too, and I'm sorry for all I've done. This was never my intention, to see us on opposite sides. I love you, too, sweet girl." With a sigh, he whispered, "I will wait for word of the child's birth, hmm?"

You nodded, "Any name recommendations I should know?"

He chuckled, "So long as they are healthy and you are happy, I want for little else."

Your frown was deep. "I need to go..."

"Do not," he tried again, pulling back to look at you in full. "Please, come away with me."

"Go where?" You chuckled.

"Pentos, Essos, I'll even settle for fucking Braavos, but anywhere not here," he rushed in something you understood to be panic.

"Hey, hey," you whispered, pressing into his chest, "you need to breath. You and I are needed here, we cannot desert our families."

"What of us?" He demanded, grip turning possessive. "Hmm? We deserve to meet our child, raise them. We deserve time together - "

"We had years - "

"It's not enough," he finally broke, holding your cheeks between both palms to bring his forehead to your own. A single tear rolled down his cheek, streaking through the soot on his face, "It's not enough, love, please, 's not enough."

"It never will be," you agreed, holding his wrists. "Please stay with me, don't leave."

"Daemon would have my head."

"We will convince them all, and if not, we will go to Essos, I swear it. Just don't leave us."

He whimpered lightly and cradled you into his chest.

It took another ten minutes before Aemond was sweeping you into his arms to lock your arms around his neck and legs around his back. You clung to him as he climbed, Kasta growling with distaste but understanding you needed the help and she was much too big to handle on your own.

Aemond sniffled and set you to the saddle, pausing to ensure you were safe before letting a hand caress your jaw to pull you back into his chest. "Until next time," he whispered.

You replied by giving him a final kiss, nodding at him in thanks before he climbed off the emerald green dragon. You sniffled through your tears as the dragon wasted no time in turning and taking for the skies again, the only thing to follow, that, of Vhagar's roar.

For a moment, you half expected to feel the beast's teeth - but your husband never pursued because you had apparently really injured Aegon in Kasta's attack. He needed Aemond's attention now that you were gone, never knowing that he stood in his spot and watched until he could no longer see the Great Emerald.

When you got back to Dragonstone, you rushed with a limp for the strategy room - ignoring the maids, guards, and servants that tried to halt you. Pushing open the doors, you revealed the war council and your mother - who shot out of her chair in alarm.

"My girl," she rushed for your bloody and soot-covered form. "Are you all right? Oh, Gods, what has happened?"

"I carry news," you distracted yourself. Your eyes met your Grandsire's and after patting your mother's hands, turned to approach him. You swallowed, "Grandfather?"

"Sweets?" He nodded, using your (long forgotten) childhood nickname. "What's wrong? Where is Rhaenys? Where is my wife?"

You nodded, "It was an ambush, Grandfather. They knew we would come. First, they fired arrows and long bows and spears at us from Scorpions. None but one really landed," you glanced to your injury, his eyes following to find your entire trouser leg soaked with blood and a small, circular, fleshy wound. "But the worst came w-when Aegon and Aemond rode into battle on Sunfyre and Vhagar."

"No," Corlys shook his head.

You swallowed, "The Princess Rhaenys and I strategized best we could and took them on. It was in vain, I'm afraid, because in the end, despite grounding Sunfyre and injuring Aegon, Meleys laid dead w-with your wife." You decided he didn't need to know about your final moments with her. "I could not retrieve them because of the boys... But I know Rhaenys and Meleys to both be dead, and I should be, too..."

"No," he swallowed, pulling you in for a tight hug. "No, no, you are here and exactly where you need to be. I am so relieved you are all right. Y-You need a Maester, sweets. Come."

"I really need a hug," you whispered, feeling his arms tighten. "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect her, Grandfather. I'm so sorry for this loss."

"It is not your fault."

Slowly, you both started to let tears loose in gut-curling sobs but it was short lived. You were directed into a chair so your wounds could be cleaned (learning you also had a broken femur and a few shattered ribs, plus a broken collarbone), watching your Grandfather rage at your mother.

The Maester checked the babe first, and you never noticed the curious look on his face.

Corlys blamed Rhaenyra for Rhaenys' death and cited that it should have been Rhaenyra and Jace on the frontlines - that you, as a pregnant woman, should never have gone, and that this was not his wife's war no matter how your mother tried to spin it.

You did not know how it ended because you were escorted to the healing rooms - and the Maester put you on bed rest until your babe was born.

You grew annoyed the longer you laid there, appreciating the visitors that came to pass, and only learning of rumors. Apparently, following the battle, Aemond and Cole had taken Rook's Rest and brought back to King's Landing both Lord Stauton's head, and that of Meleys.

You felt angry at the desecration of the dead dragon, but knew the Targaryens often saved the heads of the mightier dragons to worship their skulls; a constant reminder to never forget. However, this time, the head was used to inspire the smallfolk of the city; where the head of the Red Queen inspired both fear and admiration for their Protector of the Realm, Aemond Targaryen.

[ part two ]

[ alternate ending two: Sweetest Devotion ]

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°˖➴ warnings: (previously human) fem omatikaya reader, agedup!lo'ak, sub!lo'ak, dom!reader, lap dance, teasing, grinding, dirty talk, riding, slight orgasm denial, he likes being called baby boy 🧎🏻‍♀️- narlor: beautiful, tìyawn: love, fìtxan: so

growing up as a human around the omatikaya clan, you adopted their customs, culture and behaviours more than human ones. now having been fully transferred into your avatar body at 19, you couldn't be happier. you were one of the people now, mated with lo'ak and fulfilling your own duties in the clan. despite this, you did spend 18 years as a human and 18 years consuming human media. you and lo'ak had amazing sex, no fucking doubt about that, but there was no way lo'ak was aware of lap dances. the term was simplistic enough, but the action was one that he would be completely caught off guard by. genius idea. you spent a few days practicing a "routine", circling around an imaginary chair as you fantasized about lo'ak being sat beneath you, your hips rolling around him, ass being put in his face as all he could do was stare. you concocted a whole plan, eager to please yet also have lo'ak begging for your touch.

tonight was the night. you placed the chair you had taken from the lab in the middle of your shared tent, adjusting your special top so the leaves sat delicately across your chest, just barely covering your nipples. you made sure your special loincloth was in place as well, just a few leaves covering the jewel between your legs. you let out a sigh, pacing around in the prospect of lo'ak's arrival. he shouldn't be much longer you thought to yourself as you revised the steps in your head. since a lap dance would be something new to him, you wanted to execute it properly and well. your eyes shot up from their fixation on the floor when you heard him enter the tent, dropping his items beside the entrance. "would you mind latching it, tìyawn?" you ask, fiddling with your thumbs. "of course" he turned to latch the door, not having yet taken a look at you or the set up of the chair. he finishes latching the door and turns, jaw dropping slightly at the sight of your new outfit, sauntering over to where you stood. "shit.. fìtxan narlor.." he breathes, hands reaching for your hips. you hum, pulling him in for a sensual kiss. his clutch on your hips tightens, lips flowing perfectly against yours. you smile into the kiss, pulling away slightly. his eyes glance at the chair, then back to your own. "what's with the chair?" you hold back a smirk, hoping he would ask that. "it's part of a surprise i have planned, sit" you smile, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over to the chair. he sits down, "surprise?" you hum and nod, pushing his shoulder gently so he leaned back in the chair. "just sit back, i'll show you". he watches you intently, awaiting your next move.

"to humans, this is what you call a lap dance" you smirk and begin by turning around, back facing lo'ak. you bend down slightly, raking your nails along your ass, white marks following the scratch. you can hear his breathing waver slightly, especially at the unknown nature of what is to come. you run your hands back over your ass, spank landing on your right ass cheek. you lean down further, pussy now visible to lo'ak. the mere sight of your hole resulting in a moan falling from his plump lips. you back up slowly, thankful his legs are already spread. you step between his legs, bending again as your ass lands in his lap. you roll your hips, ass swiveling around his crotch as his erection forms a tent in his loincloth. "damn..." he whispers, hands reaching to trace your curves. "uh-uh" you state, pushing his hands back, "no touching". he whines a bit, putting his hands behind his head. his eyes are glued to your ass as you begin to move again, his loincloth getting tighter around his stiff cock. you get up, walking around the chair as your fingers dance along his shoulders. you get behind the chair, hands trailing down his torso sensually. he sighs, head back to look at your movements. you lean down, licking a spot on his neck before latching on, sucking a mark into his skin. he moans faintly, bucking his hips gingerly as he is desperate for friction. you giggle and lick over the now dark purple mark, circling back to stand in front of him. his eyes are scanning you, mouth agape and in awe at your sexiness.

you straddle his lap, hands grabbing his shoulders. your hips roll again, this time your bare pussy is grinding on the very piece of cloth restricting his cock. he moans, hands tight in his braids in order to obey your commands. you whine, moving your hips faster out of your own arousal. "how is it?" you whisper, eyes boring into his amber orbs. "so good, so fucking good- please" his eyes alone are begging you to unleash his cock and stroke him or suck him or bounce on him - he doesn't care what it is he just needs your touch. "please what? that's quite a vague answer, baby boy" you hum and continue grinding, pussy beginning to moisten his loincloth. he whines loudly at the pet hame, hips grinding up to meet yours. "i need-" his breathing picks up speed as your grinding is now more firm, words jumbling in his mind as he feels that he will soon cum in his loincloth. "i need you- i need to cum" he whines out, hands freeing themselves from behind his head to attempt to tug his loincloth down. you catch him, grabbing his hands and holding them behind his head. "don't be bad, baby boy" you rumble, hips still moving at a quick and steadfast pace. you were extremely fucking horny too, but you were also so obsessed with the submissiveness of lo'ak right now that you knew you needed to hold out a bit longer. "i'm- i'm so close, please" his whines have increased in volume, laced with desperation. "oh are you?" you tilt your head, "yes! yes- so close!", "well in that case.." you bring your actions to a halt, now simply sitting atop lo'ak.

"no- no please y/n i-" he whimpers out, slight pout subconsciously appearing. "maybe you should've listened better, baby boy. i was gonna ride your cock and everything..." you tsk and twirl one of his braids in your free hand. he moans, bucking his hips. "i'll be good, i swear, i- i want you to ride me, i need it!" he's babbling now, mind in the gutter with how badly he needs to feel you and to release. "are you sure? because i don't wanna have to stop like this again" you inquire, 'readjusting' yourself in his lap. he whines before nodding frantically, "yes i promise! i fucking promise, narlor, please" his eyes are welling up, staring back into yours. you smile, sliding off of him to pull his loincloth down, cock leaping out and standing straight up. he gasps at the feeling of the cool air grazing his cock, head falling back. "now..." you lean down to stroke his cock a few times, profanities falling from his lips. you straddle him once again, pussy hovering over his swollen tip. "how badly do you want me to sink down on your cock? hm? how badly do you need it?" you whisper, lips grazing his own. "so bad, so so bad i need your pussy- need your pussy" he has went from whines to whimpers now, cock twitching from the close proximity between his tip and your tight hole. "you got it, baby boy.." you breathe, sinking down on his shaft.

you groan at the full feeling in your pussy, walls clenching on him. ears back against his head, lo'ak moans loudly "y-yes... yes yes" he then collides your lips together, kissing sloppily as you begin to bounce on his large cock. you whine in the kiss as you move up and down, his tip brushing your cervix each time due to his length. "oh lo'ak- shit!" you pull away from the kiss, resting your forehead on his as you ride him more vigorously, your own desires coming to the forefront after teasing him. "you look so good under me" you whine, bringing his hands to hold your hips. his moans become more frequent as the sound of your pussy slamming down on his cock escalates, skin slapping and pussy squelching filling the tent. "close-" his breaths are erratic, squeezing your hips so tight that there will definitely be bruises tomorrow morning. "so close, y/n- please, i need to cum" you kiss him deeply, bouncing as fast as possible, eager to have him cram your pussy full of cum. "cum for me, lo'ak. please baby cum for me" you mewl between kisses, his back arching from the back of the chair as his cock jerks inside of you, cum spurting out and making its home in your pussy. his ears are back again, catching his breath as you continue to move slowly, helping him ride out the high. his hand travels from your hip to your clit, the soft pads of his fingers rubbing the swollen bud. lo'ak never left you without an orgasm, as can be noted. you moan and let your head fall to his shoulder, impending orgasm just seconds away. "fuck fuck fuck..." you squeal as your pussy clutches his cock, coating it in your cum. your kiss along his shoulder, breathing coming down to a normal pace.

he smiles and lifts your head up, kissing your nose. "hi, tìyawn", "hi, honey" you giggle, your hands holding his face. "what did you think..?" you blush softly, hoping you dominated him well and gave him the lap dance of his life. "what did i think?! first, you are so perfect, as always. second, the lap dance was so hot, and you are amazing at dominating, not gonna lie" he chuckles and kisses your nose again. "okay good, i practiced that dance by myself for days" you giggle and hug around his neck. "well the practice paid off, clearly" he hums and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you further into his warmth. you yawn, "can we sleep like this?"

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Hiiii tlou anon here!! Your works are sooo good and since u asked for Tlou suggestions, I was wondering if you could do a fic where Tommy and Ellie are talking and Tommy reveals that Joel’s ticklish. Which leads to Ellie trying it out of course, and Joel getting revenge on the both of them for messing with him! I look forward to seeing what you’ll write and I’ll probably end up giving you more suggestions in the future. :) -tlou anon

hi anon! this is such a good suggestion, im so glad tlou has brought me back in the mood to write, definitely send more if you have em! Also I backed off on lee!tommy a bit but I hope u still enjoy🫶

word count: uhhh kinda long

❗️tw: shoot/killing a deer, slight mention of blood

also all Joel and Ellie pairings in any of my fics are in a parental/child relationship anything else is gross so pls don’t think I ever mean to cross that boundary. ok thx

Not so Funny Now

Thud

“Damnn El” Tommy blew out an impressed sigh as he looked over in proud amazement at the girl posted with her barrel rested on the tree trunk beside him.

“I guess my brother is good for something, he taught you howda’ shoot like a bat outta hell”

Ellie smirked as she stood up and rested the rifle on her shoulder, almost knocking herself over in the process, but she seemed to play it off successfully. They were both watching the deer Ellie had shot about 20 yards in front of them struggle to regain it’s footing, after all, she had shot it square in it’s neck, so it was only a matter of time before it was down for the count. Lucky for them, the deer only managed to make it a few more yards before not so gracefully plumping back into the snow.

Ellie had found some of her time in Jackson to be restless, as she hadn’t quite found anyone her age that she clicked with quite yet. Tommy especially picked up on this restless energy due to numerous nights of listening to Joel’s complaints about “Too many godamn questions”. So, Tommy thought inviting her on some of the hunting trips would help her blow off some steam, and more importantly, tire her out. Although, he was especially fond of days like today, where the rest of the crew was too busy off with the cattle and stable duties, so he and Ellie had the day left to themselves.

The pair had made their way over to the deer as Tommy began sizing up their catch.

“A buck Ellie not too shabby” He gestured to the pedicles on top of the deer’s head.

“Hey, what can I say, I’m a natural” Ellie had a sarcastic tone as she awkwardly threw up one of her hands while the other stayed securely on the rifle. It was only her 6th or 7th trip out here but she learned to pull her weight, although she couldn’t help but hide a smug smile as she realized this was the biggest deer she’d ever shot.

“No seriously, you gotta great shot kid”

“Awh quit fawnin’ over me Tommy” Ellie held her breath as Tommy paused and slowly looked up at her, to her surprise, he bursted out a chuckled laugh in response to her pun before even she could. He shook his head and looked back to the buck.

“You duhumass help me pull”

Ellie let some of her own laughter escape as she walked towards and placed her hand around an antler while Tommy grabbed the other. They both began dragging it through the snow, leaving a trail of dirt and blood behind them.

“Hey you know what a deers favorite bread is right?” Ellie had her eyes down at the snow in front of her, slightly out of breath from the trek they were making back to the horses.

Tommy smiled as he continued to entertain her gimmicks “Now what might that be?”

“Dude, it’s Sour doe, duh”

While less caught off guard, Tommy still found himself breathing out a few chuckles in response to the teenager’s terrible puns. Ellie of course had a huge grin plastered across her face, this wasn’t the audience she was typically used to.

“What, so you’ve got these memorized?”

“Nah these are my own, but I have plenty memorized from the book if that’s what your looking for.”

The pair dropped the buck as they had finally made it back to their horses. Tommy began preparing one of the horses to carry the load from the day.

“Ah is this that famous joke book i’ve heard so much about?”

“Whatt Joel mentioned the book to you?” Ellie still slightly out of breath looked up from the snow. She knew Joel cared about her, but there were very few days he actually enjoyed the joke book coming out of her pack.

“Just a few times” Tommy smiled with his back to Ellie. He was extremely caught off guard a few weeks ago when Joel had repeated one of the jokes Ellie had told him earlier in the day, he didn’t think he knew how to joke like that anymore.

“Did he also mention he fucking hates joy because I can barely get him to crack with it”

“What he wouldn’t laugh?”

“Barely”

“Yeahh that sounds like my brother”

Tommy gesture for Ellie to help him in loading the buck up onto the horse. They struggled getting it off the ground due to its size, but finally got it up and secured it before they both hopped on to the other horse they brought with them. Tommy gave Ellie the reins of the other horse to lead from the seat behind him and they began their trek back into town.

“ Was he always like that? ya know, all ‘ugh im joel, im tough and grumpy and i hate laughter’” Ellie had he arms flexed inward as she lowered her voice to imitate Joel.

“U-Uh he’s kinda been that way since i can remember kid, although Sarah was one to remind me of how ticklish the bastard is”

Tommy didn’t seem to bat an eye at the statement he just uttered, while Ellie sat in shock behind him.

“W-what did you say?” an astonished grin stayed on her face, this was the best yet most unexpected piece of news she could have asked for. If that asshole won’t laugh at her jokes, she’d just have to find other ways to make him laugh.

“Huh? Oh yeah Joel’s terrible, if he wasn’t so goddamn strong i’d torture em’ everyday just to see the old fucker squirm.” Tommy chuckled as memories of him and his older brother during childhood flooded in n out of his memory.

He then turned around to see a plotting expression on Ellie’s face.

“Hey if your thinkin what I think your thinkin, leave me out of it, heaven forbid he found out I told you”

“Hmm fair enough” Ellie replied and seemed to let it go as her and Tommy mostly sat in silence for the rest of the ride back, but despite his warnings, she couldn’t help but imagine his older brother in stitches, and strength be dammed she was eager to make the old man laugh, any way she could.

With a week an a half gone by, Ellie had practically forgotten her whole plans to make Joel laugh. Between hunting trips, chores around the stables, and helping out Maria, there was no real time for her to even think about it. But, it happen to be a rare lazy Sunday for both her and Joel, with neither of the having duties to attend to today. Although in the Miller house, there was no such thing as a “lazy day”, as Joel found himself up underneath the kitchen sink while Ellie, of course, found herself perpetually bothering him.

“So what is it your trying to do?”

Joel sighed, “ For the 4th time kid, the pipe is leakin’ and I can’t figure out why it ain’t workin’ when I fixed this shit 2 weeks ago.” Joel let out a frustrated grunt as he attempted to turn a wrench on the pipe letting out a perpetual drip every few seconds. Although the frustration in his voice was mostly from annoyance from Ellie’s constant pestering.

“I thought contractors were supposed to be good at this kinda stuff.” Ellie stood with her arms crossed, onlooking Joel as he had himself wedged up with most of his upper body underneath the sink and head lamp on to light his view of the pipe.

Joel sighed once again. “This is plumbing, not contractor stuff”

“Oh, so you just suck at plumbing?”

“Would you just—just go find something else to do” Joel didn’t even break eye contact with the pipe, he was just done with Ellie’s constant nagging, especially on what was supposed to be his day off.

Ellie rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Alright, but just remember you asked for this” she rushed over to her backpack that laid on the couch to pull out a beaten up copy of No Pun Intended: Volume Too. She then rapidly flipped the pages as she walked back into the kitchen to join Joel once again.

“Hey Joel, why shouldn’t you trust stairs?”

Joel muttered under his breath “Here we fucking go again”

Ellie didn’t dare wait for a proper response.

“Because their always, up to something!” Ellies over exaggerated response to the joke left her with a huge grin on her face, but she was getting nothing from Joel except grunts from his fight with the kitchen sink, so her attempts must continue.

“Ok ok, you’ll like this one. I used to hate facial hair. But thennnnnn it grew on me!” She once again ended in her iconic cheeky grin, but Joel was already exhausted of her none sense two jokes in.

“Ellie, this is actually worse than torture, just-please go make yourself busy elsewhere” His half joking half absolutely serious tone seemed to discourage Ellie’s spirit a bit, but something clicked in her as he spoke, and that devious plotting expression returned to her face.

Ellie, being the spitfire that she is, took no consideration into what the consequences of her actions would be, but as she inched closer and closer to Joel, the only thoughts in her head was how much fun she was about to have.

“Geez talk about torture Joel, i think you might onto something”

She had finally positioned her self right next to Joel’s body underneath the sink and that’s when she attacked.

“Ellie what the hell are yoUOHC-”

She dove her hands around the thighs of the man wedged up underneath the sink. She could barely get a good grip with his thick work jeans getting in the way, but she managed her best to squeeze right above both of his kneecaps as hard as she could. Joel caught his words and incoming laughter in his mouth and managed to swallow them all, leaving only awkward grunts to escape him. His legs began to twitch, trying to fight off the teen with her hands wrenched around his legs. He began to attempt to scoot out from underneath the sink to properly defend himself when Ellie decide to switch her tactics.

“You lihitle sHiHIHIT DOHONT-”

Panicking after seeing Joel’s initial response, Ellie dove her hands into his sides and she soon began to smile. With his head in close proximity to the pipe, Joel couldn’t risk any aggressive moves escaping from underneath the sink, but luckily for Ellie this also meant he could escape the onslaught of tickles she was dealing him at the moment. Ellie’s smile only grew as she now realized just how ticklish Joel was, watching as his stiffened grunted outbursts began to turn into actual resentful laughter under her touch. He even attempted to push Ellie away with what little strength he had at this point, but Ellie was quite quick, repositioning herself up and around the man to never get caught. From what Tommy had told her, she knew there was no one way she could give Joel a break without him retaliating, so she had her hands digging into the old man at super sonic speed, probably only worsening the experience for Joel himself.

“You motherfucker why don’t you laugh at my jokes like this?”

“Y-YoHoUH ASAHASS”

“That’s nhot an answer Joel!”

Joel could simply not handle the torment from Ellie. Being pinned as well as completely caught off guard caused the man to begin to succumb to the electrified touch of Ellie, each poke and kneed into the man’s sides causing a wheezing laugh that would occasionally break out into genuine giggles when he couldn’t tough it out any longer.

Ellie found herself giggling along side him, she had never seen Joel quiet this joyful, and there was no way in hell she’d ever let him forget this.

Joel in his fight against his sensitivity took a calculated swipe at Ellie, in a panicked response she threw her hands underneath the man’s arms to which his body responded with jerks and jolts as he-

Dung

“Oho shihitttt”

Ellie’s smile slowly faded as put an abrupt stop to her torture and scooted a few feet back on the floor as the man underneath the sink was now completely vertical and rubbing the side of his head with his hand after obliterating it into the pipe he was working on, which unfortunately, was still dripping in a rhythm. They both sat in a tense silence. Ellie unaware how badly she might have hurt Joel, didn’t know how to comfort or even help him at this point.

After what felt like years, Joel began to slowly pull himself up and out from underneath the sink, scoffing or grunting with pain with each heavy movement until finally slumping his upper body up against the lower cabinets. With his hand burying his face, even though Ellie was facing him their was no way to tell just how hurt, or more importantly for Ellie, just how angry he was. The pair sat facing each other on the kitchen floor, continuing their tense silence until Ellie just couldn’t take it any longer.

“Hey, Joel i-i’m real sorry I didn-”

“Could y-you j-just grab some ice” Joel cut her off more gruffly than usual, but he didn’t look up or move his hand.

“Y-yeah of course ” Ellie had a doe-like expression on her face as she scurried to her feet and grabbed a pack of ice from the freezer. She feared she may have pushed too far.

She knelt down next to him and he gestured for her to place it against the right side of his head and she obliged. Ellie watch as Joel went to take it from her hand when all of a sudden, he jerked to grab her wrist instead.

“hEYA-UH!”

Im what seemed like miliseconds, Joel whipped the teen by her wrist around him, grabbing her other arm and whipping himself around in order to place her firmly up against the cabinets where he once sat. He then grabbed her upper biceps as if he was to hold her in place there.

“ WHAt the fuck Joel I thought you were fucking hurt!” Ellie’s genuinely shocked and angry tone was followed by kicking and attempts at squirming away but Tommy was unfortunately right, that asshole is way too strong.

“What the hell do you think your doing-g-gettin’ on me like that?” Joels tone was stern but he seemed to stumble over his words a bit, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed over his vulnerability with Ellie just minutes prior.

Ellie still frustratedly trying to shake Joel’s hands off her to no avail replied.

“Well you’re such a grump how the hell else am I supposed to get you to- i dunno have fucking joy?” After she finished her sentence she slowly brought her struggles to a stop and look up with that memorable cheeky grin.

“You gotta admitttttt it was prehettty fuhunny Johoel ” She sillily shook her shoulders back and forth as she giggled at the recent memories of Joel in stitches underneath the sink.

For some reason, it never registered in Ellie’s silly little brain that Joel would try to get her back somehow. The pair didn’t have much of a history of physical touch in their relationship so Ellie was half expecting a lecture on how just how unsafe what she just did was. After all, other than that one incident in the bunks with Riley, she couldn’t even remember the last time she was tickled.

At this point in time however, Joel’s embarrassment was currently being used for fueling his rage towards the rascal he was holding up against the cabinets, and a disapproving frown began to slip at the edges as Joel developed his own plotting expression. Ellie watched him, still giggling but an inherent sense of panic began flooding her senses, for she knew nothing good could come of this look.

Joel sighed and shook his head.

“Yeahh kid maybe it was, but not nearly as funny as this is about to be.”

Joel let go of his grip on Ellie’s arms to dig his hands into her stomach, to which she responded with a flurry of giggles pouring out of her mouth.

“jOHOHEHEHEL”.

Ellie doubled over as Joel’s hands kneeded at her stomach and sides, there was little strength in her to push the oaf’s hands away and even if their was, Joel had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

“OkOKAHOKAAHAY NOHO ENOUGAHA YOUHU DIHIHICK”

There was constant routine of Sarah ending arguements or fights by leaping onto her father and tickling him until he gave in, it was one of the only things she could hold over his head. Joel obviously let her, he saw how happy it make her to see him loose his mind over her hands squeezing into his ribs. But in the Miller household, revenge is always in order, and just like Sarah giggling absurdly on the couch from Joel’s attacks, Ellie now found herself doing the same on the kitchen floor.

“ IHI CAHAHNAHT” She could barely get the words out in between the laughter as she was curling herself up into a ball on the floor. Joel’s hands were now squeezing at rapid speeds, all the way up to her armpits and all the way down to her hipbones. Ellie’s eyes where glued shut and snickers and snorts began escaping her as all her strength had run out.

“Nohot so funny now kid huh?” Joel’s grin was cheekier than ever, he loved to see Ellie this giggly, this was her childishness at 100%.

“IHIHI DIHE AHAHA JOEHEHAEL”

Ellie was almost wheezing at this point, Joel had began attacking her knees the same way she did him, where she felt each squeeze jolt throughout her-

Creakkkk-Slam

Tommy looked with wide eyes at the pair on the floor as shut the front door behind him. He had brought over beers for Boggle night at the Miller household when he saw the sight of a giggly Ellie still curled up in a ball as well as his brother, who had stopped his torture and was now giving his brother a stern look.

“You got somethin’ to say to me?” Joel asked his brother with a knowing look at Ellie and then back to him. He was also rubbing Ellies back at this point as she continued to sputter out a few stray giggles, but he had a slight inclination that Ellie didn’t just decide to attack him on her own terms.

Tommy gulped as he walked in slowly and placed the drinks on the table. He took a step back, never breaking eye contact with his brother.

“Uhh Nope”

In blur, Tommy bolted out of the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs. Joel red with anger immediately got to his feet and followed close after.

“GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE”

Ellie finally pulled herself up from the floor as she heard a thud, followed by muffled manly giggles from upstairs.

So much for a lazy Sunday.

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