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letsgetrowdy43 · 8 months

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So It Goes (Rowan's Version)—

Nico Hischier x Reader

Warnings: Allusions/mentions of sex, swearing, a little angsty, lmk if anything else :)

I once saw an edit (this is the edit) of Nico to this song, and I haven't stopped thinking about it since so I just had to write about it

"See you in the dark, all eyes on you, my magician, all eyes on us You make everyone disappear and cut me into pieces, gold cage, hostage to my feelings"

Nico finished zipping up the back of her dress, a deep red fabric draping over her body as he placed kisses on her shoulders, “you look beautiful,” he whispered, his thick accent rolling off his tongue as she stared at him in awe through the bathroom mirror. He spun her around to look her in the eyes, hands travelling down from her shoulders to her hips, hands squeezing at the chub of her figure as she fixed his tie, “you look handsome,” she pecked him on the lips, “dashing even,” she whispered as his head dipped down to place a trail of sloppy kisses from her jaw and down her neck.

“Neeks, we need to leave in like two minutes,” she mumbled as he groaned into her skin, teeth nipping at her soft skin as her hands cupped his face and pulled him a safe distance away from her so she could fix his hair.

A soft knock on the door pulled Nico out of the trance he found himself in, the haze in his eyes disappeared as he heard Lindy’s voice on the other end of the door trying to get them out of their room and down to the bus, “time to go cap,” Jack yelled out as Y/n grabbed her clutch and swung the door open. “You clean up nicely Jack,” she complimented him before saying hello to Lindy who greeted her with a warm smile.

Nico watched as she shook the unfamiliar media girl's hand and found her way back under his arm, a grin on her face as she looked up to see him grinning down at her, “let’s go get you a Selke,” she whispered and moved her head to kiss the knuckles of the hand that was draped over her shoulder, her fingertips running over the cool metal of the ring in his thumb.

The awards were nothing but extravagant, the red carpet rolled out as she walked alongside her boyfriend and the other nominated devils. She watched Nico in his element, the room quieted and the flashing cameras stopped as he turned around to see her ogling him, the smile on his face growing and the rest of the people in the room disappeared as he ushered her to join him.

She halted her conversation with Ellen, profusely apologizing for having to stop their catch-up before she was whisked away to answer some interview questions alongside her boyfriend. “So Y/n as someone who is relatively new to the Hockey scene, tell us about your night, your experience, and about your boyfriend and why he should be a winner tonight,” the woman moved the microphone in front of her mouth but was cut off by Nico who answered for her

“She loves it all—” That was the kicker, Nico was the perfect boyfriend, in every aspect, but it was almost as if he wanted to shelter her from the world of hockey, it actually caught her off guard when he invited her out to this event, but she accepted and hoped for smooth sailing. He lived a public life, both on and off the ice, and she was willing to share that, but he was less adamant about sharing her with the rest of the world.

Y/n’s brows furrowed as Nico ended his speech, “Yeah pretty much what Nico said, everything is great, and he’s been especially great,” she smiled and nodded awkwardly as she looked up at her boyfriend who wore a proud smile.

★

"Met you in a bar, all eyes on me, your illusionist, all eyes on us I make all your gray days clear and wear you like a necklace I'm so chill, but you make me jealous But I got your heart, skippin', skip-skippin' when I'm gone"

Before he was the Nico Hischier, he was just some really attractive guy in a dingy bar. Music blared over the speakers, a dress that was a little too tight in all the right places, and a boy who stood with a beer in his hand as he celebrated the most recent win.

She was in awe, his friend jokingly dragged him out to the dance floor, a wide toothy grin on his friend's face as he pulled on the man’s arm, “Come on Cap you know you wanna dance with me!” “This is really feeding those dating allegations!” “Good!”

The taller man shook his head and laughed, pausing in his spot on the dance floor as he looked up at the girl who stood shell-shocked. Her eyes were full of awe as she turned her attention away from him and back to her friend who were ordering another round of drinks.

The whole night would play out like that, she sat prettily, catching his eyes across the room, and vice versa. “You look a little lost cap,” John said following Nico’s gaze to the pretty girl dancing with her friends, “oh you're a goner” he joked and patted the man on the shoulder followed by a chuckle as he placed a new beer in front of him.

The night came to an end with Nico working up some tipsy courage, the girl who was sitting on the other end of the bar was watching as he approached her, cheeks blazing red as he stood in front of her. Nico word-vomited for nearly two minutes before ending his rant with a smooth “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, I can’t stop myself from staring at you, and I noticed you watching me, can I buy you a drink?” internally cringing at his fuck up as he stared at the wide-eyes girl. “I don’t think either of us needs another drink,” she mused.

A hint of boldness laid on her face as she stood up and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down to whisper in his ear, “I wouldn’t mind you taking me home though.” Nico's mouth dried at that comment, the wind in his lungs deflated as he took a second to respond, “yeah?” he asked slyly, his tongue poking his cheek as he nodded.

He would’ve spent a lifetime of regret if he’d turned the pretty girl down, his hand finding the small of her back as she fiend innocence and nodded her head, doe eyes staring up at him as he bit back a grin.

“My name is Y/n by the way, figured we should get the pleasantries out of the way,” she said as he held her with her coat, his hands running over her torso, lungs on fire as his adrenaline started pumping. “Nico,” they entered the street, the cold November air nipping at the skin of her legs as she flagged down a taxi. “Well it’s nice to meet you,” she said offering him her hand before pulling him into the taxi.

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"Cause we breakdown a little, but when I get you alone, it's so simple 'Cause baby, I know what you know, we can feel it"

It had been a week since the awards, after seeing the video of herself on the carpet, watching as she opened her mouth to speak but was silenced, the reporter's face looking at the man in confusion as Y/n basically shrunk three sizes. It made her mad, she was used to being this bold outgoing person, but it almost seemed that in front of the cameras he wanted her quiet and complicit.

They had argued about it for two days, the morning after the award show tensions were high, he had lost the Selke, and Twitter was absolutely eating up the interview.

“You made me look stupid!” She said as he watched the video that had upset her. “I was helping you!” He said defensively. Help? When on earth had she asked for his help "You do it all the time Nico, it’s like you’re ashamed, or like you don’t want me to be there!" “You’re not media trained Y/n, I don’t need you to say something stupid and get us both in trouble, I have a whole team to worry about!” her jaw dropped as he rolled her expression off of his back and moved onto what he was doing before the conversation had started as if this chat had never happened.

She laughed dryly and grabbed her purse, “I’m sorry, next time I’ll just sit there and not speak, cause clearly that’s how you’d prefer me,” she smiled and left his apartment in a fit of rage.

But that was two weeks ago, and an apology had been given and accepted. So now that the Devil's playoff run and the awards were over, it meant that it was now the true start of the offseason. Nico would be flying back to Switzerland any day now to see his family, and she would stay in Jersey. Meaning a two-month-long span without seeing one another, a period of time that Nico was sure he would never make it out of.

He’d tried to get her on the flight with him, but her job was too in demand during the summer season and in need of extra workers for her to be able to get the time off. So instead they spent their remaining moments together in his apartment, packing his bags and organizing his house.

“Jonas wants us to go out for dinner,” he said with a lopsided frown, collapsing on the bed beside her, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her on top of him. “I like dinner,” she giggled as his hands trailed up and down her torso. Nico squeezed her tighter, pulling her closer into him, almost as if he was trying to morph into one being, “Dinners fine, but I was yes to stay in, I’ll see him all summer, but I’ve got limited time with you,” he mumbled into the crown of her head, her face heating up at his confession.

“Well then we can order in, Jonas can wait till the new season,” she said flipping herself over so she could be face-to-face with him. Her nose bumped into his as she grinned and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “and maybe I can give you a proper goodbye,” she grinned as her hands played with the bottom of his shirt, hands running over the waistband of his sweat pants as she kissed his neck.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said flipping her over and kissing her once again.

★

"You did a number on me, but honestly, baby, who's counting? I did a number on you, but honestly, baby, who's counting?"

It had been a little over a month since Nico returned to start his transition back into his hockey schedule, tonight would be the 2023/24 season home opener, with the ending of their playoff run last year fans were anticipating nothing but the greatest for the Devils this year, Y/n included.

“So I'll be there after the game to drive you home, wanna spend the night at my apartment or yours,” she asked over the phone, Nico stopped in his tracks. “You got a ticket?” “I've never been to a game, you've never invited me to one, so when Ryleigh asked me to join her in a box the other girls rented I said sure,” she huffed. “I didn't think it was your thing,” it was almost like he was trying not to start a fight.

She shook her head, “It wasn't my thing, but you are my thing so I want to be there in support of you,” her heart pounded in her chest as her anger levels rose, “if you don't want me there just say it Neeks!”

He didn't say anything, the other end remained silent as she awaited a response, “I mean you invite me to events, present me as your girlfriend, won't let me speak to the media, and now you don't want me involved in your work cause you don't think it's for me?”

“I just thought you'd find it boring, I didn't know it would be an issue!” “That's bullshit, we've been together nearly a year, I watch every single game on tv, and you still think I'm not a hundred percent in it? This is ridiculous, I won't go, but don't call me after the game, don't show up at my house, I need time to think.”

“Fine,” she was tempted to throw her phone out of the window, what the fuck does ‘fine’ mean? “Glad we are on the same page,” and with that, she hung up the phone, annoyance running through her veins as she threw her phone on the bed and collapsed down next to it.

Her hands rubbed her eyes as she felt a headache starting to settle in her temples, “what the fuck!”

★

"And all the pieces fall, right into place, getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face, so it goes I'm yours to keep, and I'm yours to lose You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you, so it goes" Three weeks of radio silence was the outcome of their argument, and Nico had done a lot of looking back, it wasn't that he wanted her to be distant from his work life, it was that he wanted her all to himself. Hockey already took up a good portion of his life, and he wasn't quite sure that he was willing to share her with that part of his life, it was nice to have something personal, all to himself.

That of course didn't excuse anything he did, he just thinks he wasn't aware he was even hiding her away until it was too late and the damage was done.

Nico had been down, his routine without her consisted of nothing but hockey and moping around his apartment, everything seemed to remind him of her, it was like an ongoing punishment. So Jack being the perfect work husband he is showed up on his door step with a case of beer and a grin.

"It's either we sit here, drink beer, watch hockey, and I annoy you, or you get dressed and we go out with the team," Jack said, knowing that if Jack and him sat on his couch the young centerman was going to make him talk about his feelings and the break with Y/n he was going through and that sounded like hell on earth. "I'll go out," he shrugged making Jack's grin grow even bigger. "Atta boy!"

So that's how he ended up in this situation, the oh-so-familiar feeling stirring in his stomach as she walked into the bar surrounded by her friends. She looked exhausted, but still, so breathtaking, clad in dress pants and a top that perfectly showed off all of her assets, Nico was practically beside himself watching her from afar.

And then it happened, she could feel his gaze on her, her eyes flickering up from her phone screen to see him on the other end of the bar, nursing a beer. She sadly smiled at him before turning away and making a bee-line straight to the entrance.

Nico stood up from his spot at the table and chased after her, "Y/n, please stop walking away," he said catching up to her as they got out onto the streets of downtown New Jersey. "I have nothing to say to you," she said breaking away from the hand that had caught her wrist in the action of making her face him. "Then just listen, I have things to say," she stopped in her tracks, skin on fire from the cool air, his jacket wrapping around her as he spun her around to look at him.

"I need to apologize, I am a dick, and I know," her eyes filled with tears, head turning to look at the people watching them from across the street, "I just- you were all mine! And I didn't want to mix my two lives, cause having you all to myself felt too good to stop. And I was mean, like pure evil to you, and I made you into the person that you aren't, I was the worst. You're way too good for me, and I know that, but I miss you too much to let you walk away." The tears started to come out as choked sobs as she slammed herself into his chest, "I hate that I miss you," she mumbled into his neck, tears soaking his shirt as his arms looped around her. "I know," he soothed as his hands ran up and down her clothed back.

She pulled away, drying the tears on her face, "If we want this to work you gotta be okay with me being involved in every aspect of your life, I let you in mine, it's your turn to let me in," she sniffled as he nodded adamantly. A soft smile worked its way onto her face as she craddled the sides of his face, "I promise you, I wont hurt you," he whispered. "I'll hold you to that promise Neeks," she mumbled as she placed kisses all over his face, ending with one on his lips, she pulled away with a quiet laugh as she examined the red lipstick smudged all over his face.

"Wanna take me home Cap?" she asked as his hands gripped her sides, relishing in the feeling of having her in his hold once again, her eyes filled with that familiar boldness he'd been missing. "I've never wanted anything more in my life."

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"Come here, dressed in black now, so, so, so it goes Scratches down your back now, so, so, so it goes"

Nico laid her down on the edge of the hotel bed, eyes full of a mixture of love and lust, her fingers running through his gelled hair, a sappy smile on her face as she reminisced over the entirety of their relationship.

The man on top of her left sloppy open-mouthed kisses down her neck and across her collarbones as she began unbuttoning the buttons of his dress shirt, her cold hands finding comfort on his warm chest as her fingers ran over the chain that hung from his neck.

"You okay dove?" he halted his movements to run a thumb over the apple of her cheek, stopping the loving movement to untuck her bottom lip from her teeth. "Just thinking about us, you know in the beginning," she shrugged as she stared up at him, not missing the look of love laced in his expression as he dipped down and kissed her on the lips once again. "I was a mess," he said, hands pulling at the skirt of her dress to pool it around her hips, his big hands finding the soft flesh of her thighs. she hummed in approval, "I wouldn't have had it any other way," she whispered as she he smile into the skin of her neck. "Me neither."

"Now can you stop reminiscing so I can go down on you? Please, Mrs. Hischier?" he laughed as his wife's cheeks that burned a bright red, clearly her boldness had been rubbing off on his. "I like that, Mrs. Hischier, sounds so sexy," she grinned as she pulled him in for another kiss. "It really does," he left a slopy kiss to her chest, "now please shut up," he pushed her back down on the mattress. "I love the sound of desperation" she joked as she intertwined his hand with hers, smiling at the cool feeling of his wedding band on her skin.

AHHHHH I got a little carried away at the end, sorry (I'm not that sorry 🤭)

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twoiafart · 1 year

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THE THREE WIDOWS Artwork by Tomasz Jedruszek

The first of these was Johanna Lannister, the widowed Lady of Casterly Rock, who with her father, Lord Roland Westerling, now ruled the westerlands. Lord Corlys’s ravens, offering pardons and terms, had flown widely before Lord Cregan arrived, and Lady Johanna had responded by accepting all those terms, asking only that the Iron Throne command Lord Greyjoy to abandon his reaving of her lands, returning Fair Isle to its rightful lords and freeing all the noble women that had been taken as salt wives. She also swore to turn over the portion of the royal treasury that had been dispatched to Casterly Rock at the outset of the war, though required that Ser Tyland Lannister be pardoned as well.

The second widow was Lady Elenda, wife of the late Lord Borros Baratheon. She now ruled in the name of her infant son, Royce, who had been born six days after his father’s death at the Battle of the Kingsroad. She was quick to pledge the fealty of Storm’s End, offering up three of her daughters to serve as hostages. Escorted by Ser Willis Fell of the Kingsguard, the girls would be accompanied to King’s Landing by Princess Jaehaera.

The last widow was the beautiful, fiery Lady Samantha Hightower, widow of Lord Ormund Hightower and the daughter of Lord Donald Tarly and Lady Jeyne Rowan, whose own families had risen in support of Rhaenyra. She had been his second wife and was of an age with Lord Ormund’s children. The death of her husband at the second Battle of Tumbleton could have left her in a precarious position, but the new lord—the fifteen-year-old Lyonel—was smitten with his own stepmother, who was only two years his senior.

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frenziedslashers · 11 months

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Baby Come Home;;

A/N: I have NOT seen GOTG Vol. 3 and probably won't until they release it on dvd unfortunately! I don't have the time to go and see it in theaters so please do not put any spoilers in the comments or tags! I am very much in love with Peter Quill though and have been since I saw gotg vol. 1 when I was like- 11 lmao. BUT ANYWAYS- here is this little thing and I hope that you guys enjoy it. I will be including a marvel character list in my master list for those who want to send in requests. I probably won't do a lot of characters for marvel though since I am still pretty hit or miss with the fandom! This was going to be solely fluff, but then I got carried away...

Pairing: Peter Quill x Trans Masc!Reader

Warnings: Blowjob, piv sex, reader uses he/him pronouns, minors dni!! If I need to add more please let me know. This is also NOT proofread, so beware lmao

Peter Jason Quill. A man of mystery, wonder, and most of all. The man of your dreams. That's at least what he tells everyone when he mentions you.

You'd dent it whenever he'd bring it up. Claiming that he wasn't that important to you. He was a want, not a need!

Yet, as the days passed on. He was beginning to become a necessity in your life. Everything from his dorky grin, to his sarcastic sense of humor. He was your boyfriend. Your Star Lord.

As the days went on, it seemed like he spent less time with you. You were venturing with him and the other guardians for so long. But things got dirty with Rowan, and Peter was scared he'd lose you. Afraid that some space villain could use you to their advantage. A hostage situation that Peter couldn't bare to even think of.

"I want to help," you told him, but he only smiled. Reaching up to brush some hair from your eyes.

"Baby, you can help by holding the fort down. You're safer here," "I can take care of myself, Quill," you spat, and he chuckled at your spitfire attitude. "I know you can, why do you think I like you?" He teased and you rolled your eyes. Crossing your arms across your chest. "I need something to look forward to when I get home," he cooed, holding your hips while swaying the both of you lightly. Pulling your body against his while his head leant closer to yours.

A giggle did happen to escape your lips. Leaning up to press a kiss to his nose. A snicker leaving his mouth at your action. His grip tightening a bit as you reached out to wrap your arms around his shoulders. "All right, but my Star Lord better be quick. I might have to find someone else to bug if he takes too long." You spoke with a small pout, and he sighed. "Well, your Star Lord doesn't like the sound of that. He'll be home as quick as I can," He cooed, leaning forward to press a loving kiss to your lips. He was mesmerizing.

He took forever to come home it seemed. The first few nights were fine. You could handle a few days by yourself, but on the fourth night? That's when it started to feel weird. To feel as if something was missing from the comfort of your bed.

Someone.

Peter wasn't the quietest sleeper, but he was a distraction from your thoughts. You were able to lay on his chest and focus on his heart beat and deep breaths. Or the sound of his faint snoring. Even the sound of him talking in his sleep here or there. He was truly a mouth even in his sleep.

You found yourself curled up on your shared bed many of the nights. Lying on your side while humming the songs that he would play or sing for you. Even going as far as listening to the CD's on the CD player that he happened to find. Falling asleep to the songs that he would often hum around your home. It was comforting and felt like maybe he was there.

Peter on the other hand felt more lost than ever. He found himself looking over his shoulder for you. Thinking of a topic of interest or question to ask you and blurting out the beginning of the sentence before he finally realized that you weren't there with him. Getting a weird glance from his crew mates.

When he was finally on his way home he couldn't move any faster.

He was racing back to your shared home faster than any man had ever raced. Rocket had even dropped a few comments about it. Something about how you had him wrapped around your finger. Or something else, he wasn't quite sure. He could care less to listen to what the talking raccoon had to say.

When Peter got to the house it was empty. The door was locked, and the lights were off. His face fell as he stepped into the dimly lit home. His key for your home in hand. Shutting the door with a click of a button. His eyes scanning for any sign of where you could be. He needed nothing more than to pull you in for a hug. To lay down with you and never let you go again.

"Baby?" He called out, dropping his coat and bag on the nearest chair. His hand holding over his blaster when he heard movement in your bedroom. "Hey, you in there?" He asked, furrowing his brows before pushing the door open with the tip of his boot.

His shoulders relaxed when he saw you standing in the center of the room. Facing the door with wide eyes. The glow of the city lights that bled through your bedroom window left a glow around you that made you look like some celestial life form to Peter.

"Hey," He repeated, the both of you staring for a moment or two again before you jumped into his arms. Peter leaning back to lift you off the floor a little. Then dropping you back to your feet. Arms wrapped tight around your waist.

"I didn't think you'd ever come back," You spoke dramatically, and Peter snorted. "Me? I always come back. How could I leave someone as hot as you waiting?" He teased, and you rolled your eyes. Pressing your hands to his chest while looking to the side. "Nevermind, maybe you could have stayed away another week," you sneered. Which of course, Peter just laughed. Leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

"Hm, I could have, but what can I say? I like torturing you." He sighed, leaning his forehead against the side of your head. "I see you're wearing my shirt anyways?" He spoke with slight question. Reaching down to tug at the fabric that hung off your body. It fit you nicely, in his opinion. Something about seeing you in his clothes just did something to him. It always did.

"Shut up before I regret giving you my house key," you snarled, looking you at your lover. A mistake that you'd surly make again.

He was staring at you with such a mix of adoration and mischief. Grinning while running his hands on your sides. "Quill," you warned, but he didn't listen. You knew he wouldn't, either.

His lips were pressed on yours in seconds. Holding you in place with a firm grip. You were thankful. Sure that if his hands weren't holding you up, you would have melted to the floor. Every kiss from him felt better and more intoxicating than the last.

A soft laugh escaped past his lips. The noise bleeding into your own mouth. "What?" You asked between kissed, and he only shook his head. "Just thinking about how much I fucking missed you, is all." He sighed, leading you over to the bed before peeling his uniform off. Tossing everything on the ground. If it weren't for you, your home would be a mess with how he littered all his belongings everywhere he went.

"Miss me that much?" You asked. Your eyes wandering your lovers body as he stripped down to nothing but his boxers. Climbing into bed beside you. "Oh, you don't even know. Got so bad Drax was telling me to shut up about you," He snickered, kissing the side of your face while pulling you closer.

It wasn't until he mentioned Drax that you remembered why he was away for so long. Why you had to stay back and 'hold the fort down,' as he said weeks prior.

"Is everyone okay?" You asked, and he furrowed his brows. Nodding his head while pulling you just a little closer. "Yeah, of course they are." He assured. "We're the Guardians of The Galaxy, Baby. We ain't goin' no where." You could only roll your eyes at his words. Reaching out to drape your arms around him while rolling onto his chest.

"I'm glad you're safe," you muttered against his skin. You weren't even looking at him and you could already see the giant smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm glad you are too." He hummed, reaching out to rub the side of your face. Guiding your head up in order to look at him.

He stared at you for a while. His eyes swimming in yours. Finally parting from your gaze to look over the rest of your features. His thumb swiping over your cheek, then your lips. "God, I missed you," he whined, pulling you in for another kiss. Just this one felt needier than the last. Curiosity surging through you on what spurred this on. Did something happen while he was away? Or did he just miss you that much? Then again, it was Peter. He was always pulling you in for kisses that almost always turned into more than just a kiss. The man was far from innocent, even if he liked acting that way at times.

He rolled you on to your back. His hands sprawled on your sides before they rubbed down to cup your ass. A cocksure grin pulling the corners of his lips tight. "You're such a perv," you hissed against his lips, but he only laughed. His lips trailing from yours, down to your neck. Kissing and sucking. Making sure that there were marks the both of you could see in the morning.

"How much did you miss me?" He asked you with a brow raised. Kissing down your chest. His shirt being the only thing that kept his skin from yours. "Come on, humor me," He pleaded with a grin. "I missed you," "Yeah, but how much?" He asked again, smiling a bit more when you rolled your eyes. "A lot." He snickered, hands running under the shirt to grope at your skin. "Good boy," he teased with a smirk. You wished you could melt away with all his playful remarks. Hide and never be seen again, but you knew if anyone would take care of you. It'd be Peter.

"Have I ever told you how handsome you are?" He asked, tugging the shirt up your body. You moved to help him pull it off of you. Leaving your upped half bare. Which left Peter with ample room to mark and oggle.

"All the time," you responded with a blush. It seemed like one of his favorite things to do was compliment you. Shower you with praise and remind you how loved you really were. Even if you didn't have anyone else. You always had him, and he was sure to let you know that any chance that he got.

He bit the side of your stomach. Your body jolting at the sensation of the pinch of his teeth. "Quill!" You snapped, and he giggled. "M'bad," He slurred, his fingers hooking in the hem of your pants. Dancing up through his eyelashes. "May I?" He asked, and you sighed.

You nearly said 'yes', but a smirk of your own fell on your face. Pursing your lips to stifle a laugh. "No," you spoke in a teasing tone. Curious how he would act to your attitude tonight. "Come on," He whined. Laying his chin on your stomach. "What's a guy gotta do to get in his boyfriends pants?" He pouted. His agony only making you snicker.

"How much did you miss me?" You asked this time. Quill knew what game you were playing. Truthfully, he was all for it, too.

"More than you can ever imagine. I'd like to show you, too," He hummed, staring up at you with such a dreamy gaze. He always looked at you like this. As if you hung the stars and the moons that circled the system. You were more of a God than any God he ever heard of. If he could worship you more than he already did, he would.

"What if I show you?" You quipped, his brows raising with curiosity. "I'm all ears, handsome."

You took your time. Shifting your body while motioning him to lay on his back. Peter couldn't move fast enough. It had only been about three weeks away from you, but he was so pent up already. Aching for any touch you had to offer him. He could eat you up if you'd let him. Be embraced in nothing but you.

Once he was on his back, and you were onto of him. He was more antsy than when he was in control of the situation at hand. His body squirming beneath you while his hands fought to find a place to settle. Your hips, thighs, beside him on the bed, he couldn't decide.

His hips thrusted up when you reached down to palm his erection. His face scrunching up with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Shit," You only laughed at how needy he was. Taking note of how red his face turned when you did. "Missed me a lot, huh?" You teased. "Hey, what can I say? My hand doesn't do the trick when I got you at home," He shot back with a grin. He was something else.

You slid down his body. Hands trailing down his chest, stomach, and then hooking on the waist band of his boxers. Kissing the skin that your hands trailed over. Even planting a kiss on the tip of his clothed erection. Peter let out a groan at that. His head falling back while his chest began to heave. He was already such a mess, and you had barely begun.

Peter let out a grunt when you tugged his boxers down. Lulling him to lift his hips so it would be easier to move them down. "This how much you missed me?" He asked, a moan slipping out at the end of his sentence when your hand ran over the tip of his dick. "You have told me before that I'm better with my actions over words," you half answered the question. Leaning down to lick up his shaft before he could even get another snarky word out of that damn mouth of his.

"Oh dear Lord," He sighed, his hand coming to tangle in your hair while you took him into your mouth. "You're like my own personal angel, I swear," He rambled. Something he often did when you sucked him off.

When his hands tugged a little harsher at your hair, and his hips began trying to thrust up into your throat. You knew he was close, but you didn't let him finish. Pulling off of him with a 'pop' that left Peter whining out in annoyance. "I was so close," he stammered. You already knew that, and he knew that you knew.

When you began climbing over his body he was quick to straighten up. His eyes now focused on yours. Watching you intently as your face grew closer to his. "I love you, Star Lord," he smiled, a soft gaze in his eyes that quickly grew mischievous. "And I love you, Baby," he lulled, gripping your hips before positioning you over his tip. "Shall we?" He asked, watching as you smiled while rolling your eyes. Only answering with your actions rather than your words.

You leant down to lock his lips with yours. Sinking onto him at a lenient pace. "God I missed this," you both sighed into the dark room. You both had missed this, but you also just missed each other. This just happened to be the closest way you could both get to each other.

His hands gripped at your sides. A grunt rumbling from his chest when you moved. "I'm not gonna last long," He breathed out, his eyes already growing heavy. His breath rugged and hips struggling to be still.

"All right, then make it quick and good, Peter," you complied. Rolling your hips while motioning your head to the side. Peter taking the hint to grab and flip you onto your back. The fight to be still was gone. Now he had permission to move as fast as he wanted.

His thrusts started out long and hard, but he was quick to speed up to a pace that had you both making noises. Moans, grunts, pants, cries. All of the above could be heard from your home. Echoing and bouncing through the walls while Peter bounced you on his dick.

"Pete," you called out, and he was there in an instant. Leaning down to lock his lips with your own while one hand came in between both of your bodies. Rubbing your clit while he fucked you just right.

For saying he wasn't going to last long. He wound up lasting longer than either of you thought he would. Able to bring you up to your orgasm before he pulled out and came on your stomach. A mess that he would clean up for you. Just like his trinkets and clothes that he scattered around your home. That was something he would save for later. Right now he was exhausted. Worn out from mind blowing sex, and his long journey where he hardly got any rest.

"Are you able to stay for a while?" You asked, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath that you took. "Yeah, probably a week or two before Rocket decides he wants to steal something shiny," He muttered against your shoulder. Pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. "Good. I have more planned for us than just sleeping together," you tittered, and he smiled. "I wouldn't want anything less, sugar."

#Peter quill #Peter quill x reader #guardians of the galaxy #marvel smut #minors dni #notsfw #peter quill smut

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lemonhemlock · 1 year

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Probably not the discourse you want, but I literally lie awake at night thinking about why the fuck houses Rowan and Tarly sided with Rhaenyra. There’s not a reason given really?????? And Ormund Hightower had married Lady Sam not that long ago, so presumably they were down with the Hightowers then. Beesbury makes sense for obvious reasons, (lol) and the Lady Regent Tyrell deciding to sit it out because she’s a widow with a baby lord, but the rest? The Battle of the Honeywine bothers me so much???? It shouldn’t have happened. But I guess Daeron needed someplace to be daring? And also the Reach had to be nerfed, otherwise the Greens probably would have had more of fitting chance. This just drives me up the wall.

I’ve seen some explanations for why the Starks went with Rhaenyra, including that the Starks actually with the Velaryons in supporting Laenor’s claim at the GC, which is very interesting! Maester Yandel speculates it’s because they were still upset about the New Gift, but it could be for several other reasons, and maybe those reasons are still extant when it came to picking sides in the dance. I don’t really think the Pact of Ice and Fire, if real, is that compelling of a reason tbh.

Seven blessings, Branwen, and thank you for dropping by!

I have an entire tag dedicated to this topic, if anyone is interested. I have also tried to think of an explanation, but haven't been able to come up with many that satisfy me. It really does seem that George worked himself backwards from his set-ending of Aegon III and had to make sure the blacks won somehow, but, unfortunately, he ended up overpowering them, defying logic and resorting to many deus-ex-machina moments.

You make a very good point about why/how Lord Ormund would even marry Lady Sam in the first place if House Tarly didn't support Aegon II. Lady Tyrell wants to stay neutral, but somehow the Hightowers leave Garmund in Highgarden? So he can be a convenient hostage if the Tyrells decide to change their minds? The whole explanation with Lyonel Hightower and Lady Sam as to why the Hightowers couldn't raise a second army - I very much dislike it and really feels random AF.

@duxbelisarius pointed out to me recently that a lot of these places, governed by Reach houses that sided with Rhaenyra, cover the distance between Oldtown and King's Landing: Uplands, Honeyholt, Highgarden, Bitterbridge, Horn Hill, Longtable. That's mightily convenient, since it basically prevents another Hightower host from reaching the capital.

As for the reasons why - George is really going to have to invent blood feuds from scratch, basically - because I can't imagine that Otto spent all those years after Viserys' dismissed him as Hand and did not go on a full propaganda and lobbying offensive to secure the Reach for Aegon. When has Rhaenyra lifted one finger for the Reach lords, by the way? Why would the Reach lords not prefer a Reach-adjacent King to unhinged royal consort Daemon Targaryen? What could they possibly gain by disregarding Andal Law in favour of Rhaenyra? Don't they have bastards and elder sisters, too?

Even Lady Jeyne is a mystery, to be honest. Yes, she is blood related to Rhaenyra, fair. I could accept this explanation. But her claim has nothing to do with Rhaenyra's. She is her father's only living child. She is disputed by her cousins, not her inexistent little brothers. Lady Jeyne as ruler of the Vale is very much in line with Andal Law. Why would the greens take that away from her? She's been Lady of the Vale since she was a baby (under a regency) and no green has ever contested her. What exactly does she gain with the legal precedent of Rhaenyra taking the throne ahead of her brother? Lady Jeyne has no brothers. A daughter inherits before an uncle.

Furthermore, Daemon kills his wife, the kinswoman of her regent Yorbert Royce, and she is fine with it? Very well, it's more ambiguous in the books, but Daemon goes to petition Lady Jeyne for his wife's estates and she must have found that insulting, since she kicks him out of the Vale. And now she wants to commit her armed forces to help this man become consort?

Couldn't Lady Jeyne have decided on a military alliance with the greens in exchange for them supporting her as ruling Lady of the Vale any time she needed it? Or at least remained neutral? There was nothing to gain from throwing her lot with Rhaenyra.

The Starks may very well could have been upset by the New Gift, but that was Alysanne's doing, Rhaenyra's and Aegon's grandmother. What bearing does a long-dead queen have on anything? Yandel says this is why the Starks sided with Rhaenys/Corlys at the Great Council of 101, because they had beef with Jaehaerys and Alysanne, but let's examine that for the moment.

Jaehaerys and Alysanne are divided on this matter. Jaehaerys' preferred heir was Viserys. He had the ultimate authority to deny Alysanne re: the New Gift, but he didn't. Alysanne was the instigator in this regard. Her preferred heir was Rhaenys - yet the Starks vote as Alysanne would have liked? How is this payback/revenge, exactly?

Furthermore, Rhaenys is still a Targaryen, so it's not like the dynasty would have ended with her. I very much doubt Laenor would have used the last surname Velaryon if he ascended. It is very likely they would have reached a similar agreement like in the show, let's be serious. In addition, Rhaenys has nothing to do with the New Gift either? Neither does Viserys.

Also, the decision during the Great Council of 101 is very different. Both their fathers were dead by then, so proximity to the King is not an issue - both Rhaenys and Viserys are two generations down from Jaehaerys. So the question really is eldest daughter of the first son vs her male cousin (from the second son), similar to Lady Jeyne's predicament. By Andal Law, Rhaenys should have been Queen. The Starks, therefore, in a man v woman situation, prefer to vote for a man, even though the man in question is a cousin. Yet during the Dance, they side with a woman, even though the man they pass over is a brother, i.e. more closely related? What exactly are they doing here, just voting the opposite way Andal Law indicates, any time they get the chance? If the Starks are such staunch feminists, ahead of their time, how come Rickon's daughters, Serena or Sansa, don't later inherit Winterfell?

If you ask me, it would have been in the Stark's best interest (and in line with their ideology) not to get involved in this at all. What do they gain? What incentive do they have to side with Rhaenyra? An oft-given argument for the Starks is their honour and them not wanting to "break their oaths". But we already have an in-universe character obsessed with the law, that is Stannis Baratheon, and he eminently doesn't seem to think that oaths taken before Aegon's birth have any legal value - he calls Rhaenyra a traitor. So what oaths would the Starks be breaking then?

I don't know, at least the Pact of Ice and Fire could have provided some incentive for Cregan's support - he trades his military intervention for a future daughter-in-law - a Targaryen princess that's (likely) to come with a dragon of her own. I'm not inclined to believe Jace was as irresponsible as to marry Sara Snow, but if he did, Cregan also got a future Queen that could have influenced policy in favour of the North. It's a more straightforward and understandable military alliance - each party gains something by this agreement.

IMO this distribution of power for the Dance would have made more sense.

#ask #branwendaughterofllyr #division of houses during the dance of the dragons #dance of the dragons

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tragedy-peanut-gallery · 29 days

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Sharing more ocs again it’s my enrichment hours 🤭

Lore for them under the cut! Tw for mentions of self harm and incest (which is kinda there in asoiaf but still). If you can’t handle these topics that’s more than alright! I just recommend you don’t read for the sake of your mental health. Love y’all <3

Allyria Ladybright: I don’t have much on her tbh, but she’s one of my favs already <3 basically her story is that she witnessed Baelor’s whole hostage return/Aemon rescue at around seven years old, and that rocked her shit so hard she became a religious fanatic and was convinced from that whole event that King’s Landing was some incredible holy land. She’s a lesbian and acknowledges it but still thinks it’s a sin so hurts herself as a form a repentance whenever she has a gay thought. She’s part of Myriah’s royal retinue and was super excited to finally see King’s Landing only to get really sad when she realizes it’s kind of a shithole and the royal family are incestuous freaks. These are mostly scattered thoughts but she’s been banned from the Great Sept for confessing her absolutely graphic gay sex thoughts so kinda just prays in private, she idolizes all the seven worshipping Targs but immediatelyyyy starts crying if she ever gets put in Aegon’s presence, so she moved to Daeron and Myriah’s social circle until they thought it best she just… go back home. So anyway she goes back home and builds a little sept in her family seat and becomes a pseudo-septa before walking out into the desert and never coming back, yippee <3

Rowan Tully: Probably the one I have the least amount of info on, honestly her whole thing is that she’s the middle child of four daughters and was my other oc Naera’s former friend/kinda lover? She’s really jealous and hated it when Naera would flirt with any other girl even though she spent years simping for the sexy st. Sebastian-esque painting of Criston Cole she saw exactly once. She gets married to a Mallister guy but they don’t like each other so she just stays locked away in Riverrun making really nice clothes for her extended family. Has probably pushed for her older sister to support the Blackfyres out of spite, didn’t succeed in that though since the Tullys did end up pledging to the Targs. Honestly idk how she dies, maybe I’ll be nice and say she got to he geriatric and died of natural causes but I’ll take any suggestions lmao

Laenys Blackfyre: Ok I’ll be honest she’s my real favourite lol. She’s the oldest child of Aegor Rivers and Calla Blackfyre, and took her mom’s last name in order to push the Blackfyre agenda. Girlie’s charismatic as all hell and has absolutely won support from important figures in the free cities, but definitely has a more cruel side that she likes to hide behind closed doors. A little weird about relationships because she fully believes in the whole incest practice but is also a lesbian so she’s only psychosexually obsessed with her younger sister and is incredibly controlling over everything she does. Kinda believes herself to be the family’s real heir because she’s super committed to the cause and is the reason why they still have some support and when one of her brothers tried to argue that she had him “taken care of”. Anywayyy tho all her connections kinda fall apart once she gets assassinated in front of all her political allies, people think Bloodraven might’ve done it but nobody can prove it so the Blackfyres kinda just…. Brush Laenys’ whole legacy off to the side and keep trying to fight their wars. Rip queen.

#yayyy more ocs! or as I like to call them: my brain roaches ☺️#oc: allyria ladybright #oc: rowan tully #oc: laenys blackfyre #asoiaf ocs

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korokeea · 1 month

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I usually only talk abt unwind but the scythe books are also really good! (help I’m being held hostage)

but anywho! Citra is the exact copy of Risa and Rowan is the same for Connor. They have no unique personality traits, and barely any growth, because Citra is already portrayed as being incredibly smart and intelligent + mature. Rowan is also mature and the only goofy fun character was killed off. The first Scythe book was really good but then Thunderhead ruined it. Neal kept introducing new characters and then killing them off or giving them the longest chapters ever. I lost interest halfway through reading it, and since I didn’t want to just give up the book, I continued reading it, but mostly skipped every single chapter except for Rowan because he is the only interesting character. Citra starts to get lazy writing which makes her character look weak and then Neal kills off her mother figure.

#scythe #thunderhead #the toll #spoilers?

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questionable-chnt-hc · 7 months

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[camp dungbeetle anon here again hi sorry]

The Macaroni Clan leaves Here And There territory,but in their wake Camp Dungbeetle emerges,and so the councelors now have to deal fresh children every week to the Dungbeetle Camp- its a constantly circulation, Dungbeetle kids go to Here And There as per contractual obligation,and Here And There kids go to Dungbeetle to visit friends and survive in the woods for a bit- theyre usually pretty excited to go and reunite with old friends!

Juniper and Rowan still of course are in charge of trading kids - mainly because the duo know the Sheriff and her Deputy pretty well,so they can oftentimes haggle incase a childs unable to come- Natsume is very understanding and helps cool Dolly down from her injustice-induced tantrums.

If friends are NOT supplied to Dungbeetle than the Sheriff promises to RAID Here And There and FORCEFULLY take her men back! And trash the shit out of the place while at it too- Lucielle doesnt know about this- it was Sydneys constructed plan that Jedidiah perpetuates- because they befriended two children last summer who're in charge of keeping Elijah in the ditch.

Sheriff WOULD use the threat of having The Elephant Man as a hostage-but she doesnt for some reason..probably because he is an untrained dog to her, she cant trust him to be on anyones side.

Lucille with her weird mannequin things: I have an army

Sheriff dolly, gesturing to Elijah who is chewing a mouthful of rocks and mud: I have whatever the fuck this thing is

#camp here and there #chnt #ch&t #sydney sargent #jedidiah martin #elijah volkov #juniper sloan #natsume shiota #rowan chow #lucille bertuccelli

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bunnieswithknives · 1 year

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For the Hostage Rowan au, how do the resets affect humans? Cause there’s a lot more stuff that can make you forget things then just Soul Rot, and magic probably makes that list longer. Cause I’m imagining the longer he stays, the more his mind tries to adjust by also trying to reset(unhealthy coping mechanism or maybe in this scenario it would be the most healthy option). Like have you ever not been able to fully trust your own memory? That’s what I’m thinking happens except a little more extreme, and he doesn’t notice that until he realizes that he almost forgot his own name and had begun calling himself the name that the others had called him(I’d like to say Red but he’s no longer wearing anything prominently red, maybe David forgot his name was Rowan like that one HC just kept calling him that or they call him that because of his hair and “We can’t just call you Colorful Guy, that’s that crayon guy”(Creative Brendon)).

Knowing something is happening and knowing how to stop it are two different things. He can’t write anything down permanently and even if he could, what if he already forgot something, his sisters, his age, his parents, how could he trust himself to remember that when he almost forgot his own name. I imagine it like that one Spider David scene where he’s like “oh ok” and the next “wait a second!/Stop that!” except instead of just yelling at David he’s also yelling at himself for forgetting, and it just keeps happening, no matter what he does. Cause he can keep reminding himself of facts but he can never get rid of the doubt that he’s forgetting something (example: “My name is Rowan; I have two sisters, Samantha and Sophie- wait do I have two sisters? What if it’s three?! Do I have another sibling!? Do I have a brother!? Did I forget someone! What if that’s not their names! What if that’s not my name-wait no it is, my name is Rowan! Or is it? Dammit David!”), your mind can be your best ally or your worst enemy, and unfortunately for Rowan, it doesn’t seem to want to work with him. And when Red and the puppets do escape like in the au post-canon, he might be very disoriented and never really fully trust himself with that without someone(probably Sammy) constantly reminding and affirming him of things and therapy, lots and lots of therapy.

(Sorry I saw the question + AU and couldn’t stop thinking about it, sorry for the rambling) -J

One of the main differences between director Red and hostage Red is how they're integrated into the house. Director Red is kept an outside observer for the most part, while hostage Red is directly living with the puppets. At first, it would be a lot of crying and breakdowns, but after a while, I think he straight up forgets he didn't always live there. He still wants to see his family again, but it becomes a lot less urgent, and he talking about them like he's just forgotten to reach out in a while, though he will occasionally make omnious mentions wishing he could see them.

When they do eventually get him home, he's still convinced the whole thing is a lesson, which he plays along with for a while, until he finally just breaks down and begs for them to stop pretending to be his family. He's so convinced that it's fake and going to be ripped away from him at any second that he just wants to get it over with.

#trauma dump #ask to tag #two of us!rowan #hostage rowan #two of us au #and yeah the reseting magic of the house also causes memory loss #more like dejavu tho #soulrot means those memories are just gone forever #sorry if this is incoherent

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lellarps · 5 months

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continued from here! @rowan-revelry

— he had said that with fangs showing, while leaning on the entrance, clearly unable to fully keep his own balance. He had pierced through skins with those same sharp canines just hours ago. Torn bodies apart with his bare claws once his sword was lost. A beast with a mate to hold couldn't simply be locked away, could it? Or that's what he had convinced himself of to get his own ass back in one piece.

It was somewhat of a wonder when, even considering the blood, the dirt, the smell.... she approached him that quick. And hugged him. Didn't tremble, like both his foes or even allies would. Or held her distance, like a cold royal. Simply stayed there, as if to secure he'd stay this way. That he wouldn't slip through her fingers.

It was good to be genuinely cared about.

He reached out, bloodied hand barely touching her cheek. His body ached. Not even the Warlord could tell how much of that blood was his or others'. It did hurt. And his wings were tired and blood-bathed too.

"I didn't mean to upset you so" he said, in all his frankness and, surprisingly, lack of arrogance. Heated by the bloodbath of the battlefield, in the presence of those fops from the Council, this was certainly uncommon.

But this was Tara. And the Council and his own facade could screw themselves after everything he had gone through during these last few days...

Besides, though he could feel in his core that she had been physically fine all this while, it was certainly nice to see and smell so. It made him, secretly, want to cry, even though he couldn't quite place why.

They were both fine now, after all.

"I might tell you of other details later, My Queen. It is rather nice to see you in one piece too" he promised, with a soft smile. "Aaand.. of course, you'll love to know that I conveniently learned where the hostages are being kept" the ones that hadn't made out from the castle during the fatiguing day "including that young handmaiden of yours".

#rowanrevelry #axis and tara #axis' story

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lya-dustin · 7 months

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All is bliss

Chapter 53

Cw: grooming, murder, child abuse, fertility issues, magic, description of injuries, body horror, ableism

Gif by @daenerys-tarrgaryen

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @sweethoneyblossom1 @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie @ewanmitchellcrumbs @darylandbethfanforever9

Rhaena ---despite Jeyne putting her foot down saying it was too dangerous--- was packed along with her stepbrother and their dragons and escorted to her father by the army Jeyne promised father and her half-sister, Nettles.

Why, she isn’t sure, but Nettles thinks it’s to show off their dragons and make the Greens shit themselves.

“I do not like him.” Her eight and ten year old half-sister made her displeasure known after Ser Corwyn, a man of eight and twenty, helps her onto her horse.

“But I do, Nettie.” The girl said playing with the red ribbon he gave her back in the Eyrie. He was handsome, and great at jousting, and if Nettles was into boys, she’d find it very attractive when he takes off his tunic when he spars.

Rhaena had scarcely turned five and ten ---two weeks ago--- when the lords and knights in Lady Jeyne’s court begin to fight for her attention. She supposed it was her turn since everyone’s getting betrothed.

Baela is betrothed to the heir of House Rowan who Lady Jeyne claims is part of a conspiracy to kill Aegon and make Aemma queen. Aegon was led to believe by his councilors he had truly become loyal to him, and the Usurper believed them.

Joanna Westerling has sent a raven to father offering herself or his choice of her four daughters in exchange for ridding her of the Red Kraken. Father had ---according to Nettles--- chosen the widow as her bravery had him rooting for her despite her allegiance.

Rhaena has plenty of offers, but the choice is up to father, unfortunately.

Kermit Tully offers himself as a groom for Rhaena, as does three- and ten-year-old Bloody Benjicot Blackwood, Jason Lannister, Lord Manderley’s heir, Lord Tarly and Ser Corwyn Corbray.

Rhaena would gladly choose Ser Corwyn if it were up to her. It wasn’t fair mama married papa out of love, she tells her sister when she says he is too old for her.

“Your mother was two and twenty, and he killed the Sealord’s annoying son for her. If Ser Corwyn cares for you an ounce of what Daemon cared for his two late wives, he will wait until you are of age and know your own mind, little sister.” Nettles points out and changed the topic. “Do you think Vhagar knows Morning is hers?”

“Yes, when Aemond was Aemma’s hostage Vhagar would let her curl up beside her, she even let us get on her saddle. Unless you try to command your parent’s dragon, they don’t harm you. When Baela trained Moondancer for fighting, Vhagar refused to hurt her. Caraxes has no such problem, but that is because Caraxes is a jerk.” Rhaena explained wondering why she’d ask that.

Morning was as large as a colt now; the freedom of the mountain helped her grow as if she were a wild dragon like Nettles’ Sheepstealer. She was not a fighter, she needed training for it, but if she were to be around and hurt, Vhagar would have no other choice than to rescue her hatchling.

“Why does father want me there?”

“Baela’s escaping Kingslanding as we speak, Daemon wants Vhagar out of the fight and the only way to do it is if her hatchlings lead her away from the battle.”

Prince Aenys suckles at Alys’ teat as if she hadn’t bound his life to hers. The babe would live as long as she did while he was still at her breast.

It served as insurance, and the only way the babe lives. Had he been handed off to an ordinary woman, the babe would have been blue by morning.

Alys had done this before. With Ida’s first boy, Simon’s eldest grandson and the housekeeper’s bastard girl. They all lived long and healthy lives, save for little Simon who she felt Daemon bring down Dark Sister on him.

Every dying child she nurses becomes tied to her.

She cannot give life, but she may nurture it. A small consolation for when your gods take away your chance to be an ordinary woman with an ordinary man and give birth to perfectly ordinary children.

Her husband had been killed by the same demon he sired on her; Larys’ horrible mama had been killed by the demon Alys gave birth to when she gave King Viserys her maidenhead.

She had prayed for a chance to get away from her stepmother who believed her to be the reason Larys was born the way he was.

The gods answered, just not the way she had hoped.

Her mother, a witch from Oldtown, had been proud, her father toyed with the valyrian steel link in his old chain as she tearfully explained her situation when three- and ten-year-old Harwin found her cradling Willam’s body in her bloody bed.

After that Alys honed her skills while father and Harwin helped erase any evidence of her …experiments out of love for her.

Her sisters remained blissfully unaware of it all, Larys loathed her for she knew his true nature, but Harwin adored her as all little brothers adore their big sisters.

As thanks for keeping her secrets, Alys kept the curse of Harren the Black at bay. The curse that plagued Harwin since Lady Beatrice Rowan gave birth to him on an unlucky day.

He had nightmares of fires, of being locked in his rooms and Larys laughing as he beats the door bloody until he burns alive.

Alys used all her arts to keep her brother alive, as long as she never left the castle it would not claim sweet Harwin who was so much more than just the Breakbones.

Then one night, Larys drugged her with sweetsleep and locked her in a cottage in the woods just outside the grounds to kill their father and brother.

Same brother Larys envied for being everything he wasn’t.

He wants her dead, now that he has lost everything for betting on the wrong horse. He killed his kin for a cursed castle, so she let it all fall on his frail shoulders.

Once he is dead, Ida’s sons with Lord Whent will inherit the title and lands that come with Harrenhal. Osbert Whent, a boy of four who would need a regent. Someone Ida knows would die and kill for him.

And that someone is his beloved auntie, Alys.

“The babe dies if I die.” She tells him as she continues to care for the baby prince.

“The babe is a bastard, he has as much value as you do, sweet sister.” Her brother said with a smile. “The little queen will have others. She doesn’t even love the babe, perhaps she may thank me for ridding her of it.”

“You do not know the rage of a mother, Larys. Even if she claims not to love her son, her blood will not let her rest until he is avenged.” The witch chided him for thinking all mothers were as cruel as his.

Lara Strong had made it loud and clear that she’d been disappointed in her son. She wanted a son better than Harwin who had always seemed uncannily perfect.

Larys, while loved by his father and siblings, loathed them for believing in the venom his mother raised him on. Hated them so much he became a kinslayer thinking he could fill that void in him with wealth and a title.

Nothing more terrible in this world than to live without ever knowing love.

“So you say, sweet sister, so you say.”

“The Silent Sisters’ said it was beyond their ability to embalm her, the most they could was wrap her as tightly as they could.” He murmured squeezing his eye shut as if trying to will the memory of it away.

Usually, he is the one holding her, and tonight Aemma returns the favor. She braids his hair, helps him remove his false eye and when he asks her to comfort him in the way he had assumed, she turns him down as she has not fully recovered from the birth.

“I’m sorry you had to see it.” Aemma whispered tucking him under her chin as he is fond of doing with her.

Alicent’s death had been so gruesome she was wrapped in linen drenched in fragrant oils like a Valyrian instead of having her body embalmed as it was typical for Andal funerals. The spikes had torn through too much, even now some pieces of her clothes were stuck under the worst ones she fell on.

Whether she took her own life or was murdered was an entirely different beast. The only one in the room was Alys who swore on the Seven-pointed star she was burping Aenys on the other side of the nursery when it happened.

Not that they believed her, but they can’t change Aenys’ wetnurse without risking the babe becoming ill or worse, dying.

Even if grandfather’s and Aemond’s theory that she used her dark arts to kill her mother were true, they would have to postpone any trial and execution after Aenys has been weaned.

That would mean Daemon must wait another year to avenge her mother as he vowed that day she died.

“What are you thinking?” he asks turning so he could rest his head on her breast. If you saw him like this, you wouldn’t believe he was the same haughty prick you see in public.

“The same woman who killed your mother and mine is the same who nurses our son. We’ll have to wait until he is weaned to kill her.” She answered and he quietly chuckled.

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll kill him?”

A good question. One her grandfather and Baela and Jena and even Aegon had asked her since Alicent’s murder.

“No, self-preservation trumps all, she knows the moment anyone gets a whiff ---real or imagined--- of her mistreating the Prince of Dragonstone she is dragon food. Why do you think all your brother’s supporters are flocking to me now that the end is nigh, dear husband?”

Most courtiers had turned Green to keep themselves alive and with all their wealth, now they switch their cloaks for black to do the same. While Aemma will spare them, she will still punish them for their treachery.

They didn’t learn anything from when Jaehaerys spared their forefathers, this time Aemma intends to make the lesson stick.

They must learn the world cannot have a second Otto Hightower.

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