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worldofkuro · 9 days

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Painted Smile

Painted Smile V

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Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: I think I wrote more for this chapter. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter dear readers. Let me know what you think about it.

“ You look.. dishearten, my friend”

You sighed as you looked at your friend: Alice. She was one of the first female friends you made 6 years ago at school. She was one of the sweetest girls you have ever met. She had long blonde locks with beautiful sapphire eyes, her voice sounded like a siren’s song. You were proud to be her friend, almost all of the boys who laid their eyes upon her were almost falling to their knees ready to propose to her.

“ I have no idea what to do for Alastor’s birthday.” you sighed “ no idea of a present.”

Alice clapped in her hand with a big grin and you couldn’t help but scoff at her radiance. She always loved when you were talking about yours and Alastor’s relationship. You didn’t really know why but she wanted to meet him. Well… yes, you knew why. Alastor was … He was…

“ How old is he ?” she asked you as she drank her cup of tea.

“ Well, he is going to turn seventeen. So I want to make him something special.” you sighed once again as you laid your cup of hot chocolate on the table.

“ How long have you known each other ? “

“ Almost eight years.” you smiled fondly. Eight years. You’ve been friends with Alastor for eight years and you have loved every single year. You looked into your cup of hot chocolate, the colour reminded you of Alastor’s eyes. Alastor wasn’t a little boy anymore, he had become taller. Taller than you, his frame was more muscular thanks to his hunting trip, he had become more teasing, sneakier, and cunnier but the biggest problem was… He had become so handsome. He lost his chubby cheeks, now his jaw was sharp, his eyes were even more intense than before when he was interested in something, he was–

“ Should I let you alone with your chocolate~?” you jerked your head toward Alice who had a teasing smile on her lips. You chuckled while shaking your head, blushing a little. You daydreamed again ! “ Why do you not want me to meet him, I really want to meet your beau, you know? I have never seen you like this, never did someone make you react like this.”

“ Listen… He is.. an important childhood friend and he can be … intense sometimes. I don’t think you could handle him.” you said as you sipped your drink. You didn’t feel comfortable making Alastor and Alice meet. You knew that Alastor could be an ass sometimes and Alice was too sweet to … understand it ? “ But back to the topic, what should I give him for his birthday …”

“ From what you told me, he seems to really care about you, and with this war going on, I’m sure he’d rather you kept your money.” she smiled at you as you bit your lips. That was the problem. Alastor was going to be 17 years, next year he would turn 18. That means he … would be taken to war right? You felt yourself getting paler as many scenarios went inside your head.

The only good news was that his father had been dragged to war, unfortunately just like yours, meaning that Alastor and Marie were finally alone in their house. After the hunting’s trip’s accident eight years ago, you’ve never trusted his father again. Many times you went to Marie’s house and each time her husband was home you could feel the tension lingering in the air. When he was here, you and Alastor would go outside, play with Husker, play tag or hide and seek.

Alastor never really talked about his father, but you could sense that he hated him. But you didn’t know why and one day, you tried to push on the subject, you wanted to help him in any way possible.

This was the first time Alastor had raised his voice at you.

“ Are you okay?” you lifted your head toward your friend. “ He won’t go to war, from what the paper says, it seems like it’s going to end soon!” she smiled at you as she took your hand in hers. You sighed, praying that you would never have to send Alastor to war. Alastor has tried to reassure you by saying that if he were to go to war, he would be an amazing soldier.

War is like a big hunt.

“ Yes, yes… I think I’m going to go home. I need to finish some homework and I don’t want to leave my mother alone.”

“ Did Delilah steal your work again?”

“ I think, but who cares, I’ll just do it again… Well, your beautifulness, might I walk you home?” you bowed as she laughed and you began to walk toward the richest quartier of New Orleans. You gossiped with Alice about what happened during this school’s week. She was so sure John was interested in pursuing a relationship with you. You rolled your eyes at her, she always liked love’s story.

You did too, you weren’t going to lie, but when you thought about your future with a husband… You thought about–

“ Well, here we are! Are you sure you don’t want to stay here, I made cupcakes this morning!” she exclaimed with a big grin. You smiled at her, saying you really needed to go home.

You waved her goodbye and walked home. You tried to make your way home quickly, if you were lucky, a letter from your father would be waiting for you at home. You had prayed each day that once the stupid war was over, he would come back alive. You opened your house’s door and went inside, hurrying toward the living room. Did your father sended you a letter ?

“ Look who’s here~”

You turned around with a big smile, feeling your heart thumb loudly in your chest. How could he make you react like this everytime?

“ Alastor !” You hugged him before kissing him on both cheeks. Alastor had stopped flinching when you were touching him, even more surprising , he was very clingy with you. Always being in your personal space like he owned it.

“ Seems like someone drank hot chocolate but didn't bother wiping her mouth.” he wiped your bottom lips with his gloved hand. You flushed as he stared at your mouth, keeping his finger on your lips. You could see your own reflection in his glasses. Unlike before, you couldn’t read Alastor as easily as when he was a child, unless you were alone together and mister decided to be “vulnerable” with you. But you… You always felt safe and most of all, you felt seen.

Alastor always had a glint in his eyes when he was looking at you. You’ve never seen him look at something or someone else like this… And you liked it. Was it selfish to crave his attention… maybe not. You both were friends, special friends, childhood friends… But, Oh Lord, sometimes you craved more, but you didn’t know what. If Alastor was looking at you like this as a friend, how would he look at his future wife?

“ Oh my dear, you look starving.”

You gasped as you took a step back while Alastor was smirking at you, his arms folded behind his back. You stuck your tongue to him, like you used to, you were maybe a young lady now, but with Alastor you were… yourself.

“ Young lady ! Didn’t I tell you to stop sticking your tongue ! I’m sorry, Alastor.” said your Mother while Marie, who was just behind her, was laughing behind her hand. “ Good Lord, when you both are together you are back to being children, God preserve me.” she sighed as she went into the kitchen.

“ Yes, listen to your Mother. Keep your tongue inside your pretty mouth.” teased Alastor as he sat on the sofa with his usual mocking smile. “ Now my dear, do you have news to share with me?”

You sat on the other side of the sofa and began to gossip as you usually did. There weren’t any microphones or notes like when you were children, but it was the same as your broadcast like you used to do in his bedroom. Just you and Alastor, gossiping about your daily life.

“ And then Alice said that John was interested in me but I think he just–”

“ Should I be alarmed ? It’s not the first time I heard this name ?” teased Alastor as he took off his glasses to clean them with a tissue from his chest pocket.

“ Which one? Alice? She wants to meet you…” you mumbled and tensed when you saw Alastor’s smile.

“ Well, why didn't you say so! I would be delighted to meet the darling that blesses my sweet little friend with her presence when I’m not here!” he exclaimed as he stood up. You jumped off the sofa as you forced him to sit back down.

“ No Alastor !”

“ Oh come on my dear, do you want to keep me all to yourself ? How bold.” he smiled as he watched you struggle to keep him sitting. You groaned and decided to just sit on his lap to keep him from standing up. So there you were on your knees on each side of his thighs. You heard him inhale deeply, his hand gripping the sofa. Don’t blushed, don’t blushed, don’t blushed…

“ How bold, indeed, dear…” he stared at you, without his glasses. There it was. That glint. The one who made you… Feeling strange. You didn’t know if you were scared or…or what? There was something lingering in the air... He opened his mouth but you cut him off.

“ What do you want for your birthday ?”

His body tensed for a second, staring straight at you before he relaxed himself and laughed, tilting his head backward. He shook his head as he rolled his eyes.

“ Well, just like always. Celebrating with you and Mother. What could I ask for more?” he smiled at you but as you tried to stand up from his thighs, he grabbed your waist and pulled you near his face. “ Should we invite John?”

“ Who–? Wait, John? Why?” you frowned as you looked at his smile which seemed tense. He was grabbing your waist tighter now. His grip should hurt you but.. it was oddly comfortable. Why did he suddenly change–?

“ Wait… Are you jealous?” you smiled as you saw his smile twitched. “ Yes, yes, you are. Haha !” you laughed hoping you sounded mocking, but even to your ears, you almost sounded pleased, relieved. You squeaked as he pinned you to the sofa and began to tickle you. You squirmed as your laughter was getting louder and louder, gasping for air.

“ Do you remember the rules, dear?” he asked with a cunning smile, knowing perfectly that you couldn’t answer right now. “ Rule number one: Never drop your guard.” he stopped tickling you “ Go on dear. Rule number two?” he tilted his head toward you, staring at your red and teary face.

“ You are the strongest here.” you gasped as you tried to wipe your tears that threatened to stream down your face but Alastor holded both of your wrist in one hand.

“ Rule number three.”

“ I give up…” you breathed as you closed your eyes. You felt his head next to yours, his lips almost touching your ears.

“ Give up yourself to me.”

Your eyes opened suddenly, feeling your body being hot. You looked at Alastor who was above you but he seemed confused. He tilted his head as he watched your expression.

“ Are you okay, you look almost as red as Eamon ?” he laughed at you as he stood up, putting his glasses back on.

“ What did you just say?” you asked, your voice a mere whisper.

“... You look almost as red as Eamon?” you shook your head as you sat up and stared at him. He seemed really confused, did you imagine this? Is it what you wanted to hear? You groaned as you hid your face in your head, it was because of Alice’s stories, your mind was playing tricks on you now! “ By the way dear, it seems like you have a letter.” he said as he held a letter to you. It was from your father !

You took the letter from his hand with a happy grin, the letter was already open, surely your mother, and read what your father wanted you to know. He was okay, he missed you but mostly there were rumors about how the war will be soon over. you sighed in relief. Your father would come home. You just knew it. You looked at Alastor who was observing your face.

“ You still have no news from your father?”

“ No, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had been killed for insubordination.” he said with detachment as he looked at his nails. You nodded before turning your head toward the entrance where you heard a knock. You stood up and went to open the door and froze.

“ Alice ?”

“ I’ll be quick, you forgot your bag at the coffee shop.” she smiled as she held your bag toward you.

“ How… But… You went back to the coffee shop?”

“No, no, a gentleman came to my door and asked if the bag was mine.”

“ Alice… A man came to your door with my bag and you are not worried ? How did he know where you lived ? Does that mean he followed us?” you forced her to enter your house, looking outside “ What does he look like?” You squealed as you were jerked inside the house by your dress. You turned to see Alastor who was staring at you, with a pissed expression, his smile still present.

“ Are you dumb? If there is a man who is following you, why would you show your face, confirming that you are living here.” he asked you coldly. You closed the door quickly.

“ The man isn’t here for me, if he is here. He didn’t follow me, he followed her.” you pointed to Alice. “ You can understand that, I mean, look at her.”

You watched as Alastor looked at Alice. You couldn’t see his face but you saw Alice’s who seemed to try to make herself even smaller than she was. He shook her hand with his usual charming smile you guessed.

“ Quite a pleasure to be meeting you, I’ve heard a lot of you. You seemed like a clever woman, I would have never guessed that you would walk down the street with a soon to be stalker at your feet, bringing this man to my dear friend’s door!”

“ N-nice to be meeting you, sir. I’m.. I’m sorry..?” Alice stared at you, begging you with her eyes to do something. You sighed, you have told her Alastor was intense.

“ No, no, No need to be sorry. It is not your fault, but the gentleman’s one. You both shouldn’t stay outside alone.”

“ Alastor, maybe we are overthinking. Maybe he was a nice gentleman–”

“ Oh my friend, hush.” he turned to Alice “ What did he look like?”

You watched as Alice described the man’s appearance. You were dumbfounded. Did Alastor just shush you? You crossed your arms on your chest as you pouted, watching both of your friends talking. They looked good together… You bit your lips. No. Alice wouldn’t be able to stay an entire day with Alastor. You stomped your foot on the floor and you clapped your hand together.

“ Well, dear friends of mine, go into the living room, I'll go with some drinks.”

“ No, no, I won’t bother you any longer. I’m going home.”

“ I’ll accompany you.Stay here.”

You stared in shock as Alastor went into the kitchen where your mothers were. Did he just say what you thought he said? Alice came closer to you and winked at you.

“ He seems like a good man, keep it up.”

Alastor came back with his jacket on, he opened the door for Alice and left without kissing you goodbye. You stared at the closed door. Did Alastor fall for Alice, like every boy she met? You ran to your room, and jumped on your bed, burying your face in your pillow. Did he really leave, leaving his mother? you threw your pillow on the wall.

“ To hell with him ! I don’t need him.” you said as you wiped the tears that you haven’t even felt falling down your cheeks. You went to the bathroom, ignoring your mother and Marie’s question about your teary eyes. You washed up, put on a nightgown and went into your bed. You stared at the wall before closing your eyes. You couldn’t fall asleep, you were imaginiting Alice and Alastor walking down the road, hands in hands. You felt tears whelming up in your eyes. You didn’t care! You didn’t!

You didn’t know how long you kept thinking about it but you were still awake when you felt a hand stroking your cheeks. You sighed , nuzzling your cheek against the hand. You guessed your mother was coming to comfort you even though she didn’t know why you were upset.

“ Dear friend, why are you crying?”

You sat up immediately and stared at the person in front of you.

“ Alastor…Why are you here?” you asked as you held the cover against you. You didn’t want him to see you like this. Crying over him. You were too proud. And you weren’t crying for him!

“ Well, I came to give you your kiss, dummy.” he approached his face toward you, staring at your eyes. “ But why are you crying? Is it because of the man?” his eyes went cold, his smile widened but there was no warmth like usual. He seemed.. menacing. “ Did he come here? Did he touch you? Where?”

You just stared at him as tears were falling down your cheeks. It seemed like seeing you cry made him more and more upset.

“ This bastard was here? I fucking walked your little friend home so I could see if someone was lingering around here and that bastard had the nerve to come and–”

You didn’t know what came over you, you covered his face with your blanket and you kissed the place where the blanket covered his lips. He froze. You pressed your lips against the tissue and then slowly, stepped back. You stared at him, his face still covered…

“ No.. I was just… afraid that you would leave me for Alice.” you whispered looking at his frame. Seeing that he didn’t remove the blanket, you understood that… he knew that both of you would not be talking about what is happening right now. “ She is a beautiful lady, and she is interesting, sweet… a perfect lady you would say.”

“ Don’t put words in my mouth dear.” You chuckled as he moved his hand toward your cheek, wiping your tears away. “ So, you thought she was going to take me away from you? How absurd. Nothing could tear me away from you, not even yourself.”

You stopped breathing at this confession, your heart beating even stronger. You didn’t know what to do with all of your feelings. You were just so relieved that Alastor saw your friendship like you did.

“ Can I take off your blanket now?”

You laughed and uncovered his face, his warm smile was back, his glint in his eyes even more present. You looked away, fidgeting with your nightgown. You needed to erase the tension quickly.

“ You look like an absolute mess my dear friend! I’ll let you rest and please, do get your beauty sleep unless you want to crack every mirror you shall see.” he laughed as you tried to hit him with a pillow. He kissed you on the forehead, giggling before leaving your bedroom. “ See you soon, doll~!”

You fell on your bed with a big smile and hid your face into your pillow.

You didn’t know what happened but it made your feel better.

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fluoresensitive · 4 months

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FLUORESENSITIVE TAGS' LIST, JANUARY 2024

sound and color: afro/slash hood futurism; missy elliot and sun-ra, janelle monae's archandroid and alice coltrane

i saw things i imagined: surrealism, color and texture, fantasy worlds

i am king: knights and quests, arthurian legends, joan of arc and brienne of tarth

the turning wheel: images n quotes that remind me of an ursula k le guin novel, images and quotes that remind me of spellling

dark and hungry roots: fae + goblins + creatures, they're in the woods and they want your name

she screams!: catch all horror tag, blood and guts and slashers

laughing before god does: a more specific gore and fleshy gross horror tag, inspired by cao hui

kate bush's wuthering heights: love so intense and passionate it extends beyond the grave; i hated him, i never loved him more; you want them dead, you want them beside you, you know,

one of those crazy girls: mad and bad women, women with murderous intent, final girls, whatever didn't kill her had better start running

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desperado: the yeehaw agenda, cowboys

age of pleasure: sensuality + black joy and pleasure

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does the poison drip through?: family dynamics, siblings + parents + ancestral rot, you need a shovel to bury your brother, does your mother love you all the time

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fear not!: angels and saints, gabriel comes to you with a thousand eyes and a message

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maidragoste · 2 years

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The Council

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

the second part of this part3

please reblog cause i'm not showing up in tags again 😭😭

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

It's been a long time since Aemond felt at peace. But that's what he felt when he was with you and the children. Every time he saw you smile or heard one of the twins laugh he felt his heart warm and he thanked the gods for letting him live, for letting him come back to you and the children.

Reading to the twins before they fell asleep had become one of Aemond's favorite times of the day and for the children as well. There was one night when he had to go to a council meeting and the children were whimpering, sullen until his father came back and told them a story.

“Why are you so surprised? They already love you” you told him that night.

You weren't lying. The twins loved Aemond. Baelon always wanted his attention, always screaming excitedly or in extreme cases pulling his hair, and Aemon loved being in his father's arms, he always had the best naps in Aemond's arms. Sometimes you made fun of your husband because every time you told him to put Aemon in his crib he always refused with the excuse that he was afraid of waking him up.

"No, no, Baelon. Don't hurt your brother,” the prince said seriously taking his son's small fist to prevent him from hurting Aemon, who was sleeping in his arms again.

Baelon had been distracted watching his cousin Jaehaera and you making flower crowns but now that he wanted to give his dad a crown and saw him with his brother he got mad and wanted to hit Aemon. When he did not achieve his mission, what did he do? He started crying and his crying woke up his twin, who also started crying.

Just when you were lifting Baelon up to comfort him. One of your maidens appeared running, when you saw her you stood up, with some difficulty for the child you had in your arms, fearing that something had happened to Aegon, you could not bear to lose another brother.

"Princess, prince" he made the quick bow "The king requests that the council meet and wants you there too"

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You and Aemond knew something bad was about to happen. They had never asked you to join the council before so whatever they were going to talk about had to do with you or Prince Aegon.

Aemond was sitting next to you, looking ready to plunge his sword into anyone who would look at you, and you couldn't stop thinking about holding his hand. But if you did, the rest would see you weak. You had to prepare to fight for your life and your brother's. You couldn't look nervous or you wouldn't be taken seriously.

"Well? What is the meeting for today?" Tyland Lannister asked breaking the silence.

"Cregan Stark" replied the king and you noticed how everyone tensed upon hearing the name of the guardian of the north. "He refuses to pledge loyalty to me," he said and handed a scroll to his mother. "And he's coming over here with his army of northerners."

"That damn idiot, Rhaenyra Targaryen is dead he has no one to fight for," said one of the men.

"I'm just going to bend the knee and swear allegiance to the true queen. Y/N Targaryen" Alicent Hightower read and you froze, you felt like all the air was suddenly gone "Give her the throne or we'll fight to get it back to her"

You didn't understand Why was Cregan Stark fighting for you? Yes, you are Rhaenyra's daughter but he didn't know you, he didn't know if you would make a better queen than Aegon. You didn't even fight in the war, you had been locked up taking care of your children while your whole family died. You didn't deserve the throne.

"You have to kill her!" one of the men said and Aemond soon had his sword pointed at the man's throat.

"Do you want to repeat that again?"

"Aemond, please," Alicent said not wanting there to be bloodshed.

"Kill him," said the king drawing everyone's attention "He can't talk like that about his future queen"

Aemond wasted no time slashing the man's throat. The table was soon covered with blood. He watched the scene satisfied but then assimilated the words of his brother.

"What do you mean future queen?" he questioned now pointing his sword at the king. You quickly got up and put your hand on his shoulder.

"Aemond lowers the sword before they accuse you of treason" you whispered.

"I'm going to marry our niece" answered the king with a smile and you felt that at any moment you could faint. The only thing you could think about was that the gods must hate you because not only are you married to the murderer of your brother and grandmother but now you were also going to marry the murderer of your mother. You still have nightmares about her being burned alive by the king's dragon.

"Aegon, you can't marry Y/n. She's already married to your brother" Alicent told him like she was talking to a little boy.

"Aegon the conqueror had two wives, I don't see why Y/n can't have two husbands," he replied.

Aegon had always thought of making you his wife. The only reason he agreed to be king was so he could marry you too. Helaena would be his wife out of duty and you out of love, you would be his Rhaenys. Of course, Aemond beat him, he married you after the last supper with his father while he was in bed with fleas. But now that didn't matter, nothing could come between you. Helaena was dead and neither his mother nor his brother could not refuse because the marriage was necessary or they would all end up dead at the hands of the northerners.

"I will not share my wife just because of one of your whims" Aemond refused angrily and the king snorted. Aegon was being nice, if he wanted he could have murdered his brother and married you but he didn't. He was willing to share you.

"It's not on a whim. It's to prevent a war," corrected Tyland. "We don't have enough forces to fight the Northlanders and I'm sure Jeyne Arryn is about to bring an army as well. The only way to get loyalty from them is if we make princess Y/n queen and the only way to do that is by marrying the king."

You didn't want to marry Aegon but after listening to Tyland you would. You wanted the war to end once and for all, and if the only way was to marry your mother's killer, you would. You couldn't keep being selfish, you weren't going to let more people die for your family. The town had already lost too many. Aegon and you had to put the war behind you and start rebuilding the kingdom, rewarding the people for all the damage they had caused.

"And what if Cregan Stark doesn't agree with that? He wants the princess on the iron throne, he doesn't want him" said Larys Strong.

"Y/n will rule as my equal. She will wear the crown that belonged to my father"

"Oh gods, all that's left is for you to let her sit on the iron throne," Alicent said.

"Jaehaerys came to sit on the throne along with Alysanne," Aegon reminded her.

You felt so confused. You did not know why Aegon was willing to give you so much power. Why didn't he do that with your mother? This all made no sense but you weren't going to question it.

"We'll talk to him," you said drawing everyone's attention. "Aegon and I will speak with Lord Stark. We will show each other how a united front and he will swear loyalty to me."

Aemond turned to look at you, feeling betrayed. Was this some kind of payback for Alys Rivers?

"Perfect. My lords, there is a wedding to organize" the king announced with a smile and left the room.

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jazzyblusnowflake · 7 days

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I've got one for ya. What were the first kisses in the N/V/Uzi relationship like. Uzi and N first, Uzi and V's first, and V and N's first.

(Bonus points for V and N's first kiss at the manner for some bittersweet angst)

Also, good golly gumdrops, love your stuff, even if you don't answer this one, still gonna keep enjoying

oh oh i love these kinds of ideas :"D tho it takes a bit of brain power to think of a good scene uhm.... lessee....

Ok so first up, although im still waiting for a canon first kiss for NUzi- since they are a thing now, i still like to think of something separate for my own version- [since obviously the main show isn't going towards a poly dynamic lmao]

See, we all know that the show is fast paced and its hard to find any empty spaces between each event, hell it almost feels like earth was blown apart and the DDs were on copper 9 the next day, Liam we need a fucking timeline order. 🙄 soooooo i personally like to imagine that there's a lot more time between events than is shown in the actual show. like- lets maybe put a few days between Uzi administrating N and V and the arrival of J and Cynessa- like.... maybe lets put a few NIGHTS between that??? what's the freaking rush 😭

But anyway yeah- i would put the first NUzi kiss somewhere around betwenn the camp and the flashback eps probably :p my idea would be that since the camp incidents, Uzi would be having a lot of bodily changes to deal with, one of which being her inability to tolerate the sun much anymore. other things would probably be the growth of literal flesh and blood and bones inside of her and lets make this morbid by adding her throwing up blood but keeping it a secret from everyone :p she may sneak back to the other two at night and stay with them- clearly shaken up- [V probably also being shaken up because on one hand she's terrified of seeing this transformation take place- but at the same time, she clearly cares enough about Uzi AND Ns happiness...] asking for help and advice- and the 3 grow closer during this. They practice with her for flying or controlling her tail- maybe some stuff on her control on oil hunger too. she probably also gets some fighting, sneaking and sparring practice with V-

//insert one of those cheesy moments where V riles up Uzi enough to tag her on the snowy ground but then realizes its the same position she got V in her solver!mode and starts panicking and pushing herself back- V getting back up and asking what the heck was that and Uzi just saying she doesn't want to hurt her and V is an insensitive jerk for making her spar with her in the first place and tries to fly away to calm down-..... which probably just ended with her falling face first in the snow and a lecture from both N and V.

overall they all started subconsciously getting even closer. tbh there's so many things i could add here but i gotta keep it a few NIGHTS not a few MONTHS until the next event 😭

either way during this i guess N and Uzi could have maybe ended up alone at some point- maybe after a flying lesson having gone right and they were a little too happy on top of a building or upturned bus or something lol- i imagine after a hug maybe Uzi asks if she could kiss N but quickly backtracks saying nvm it was stupid or something but N softly says its okay- //probably picks her up too, adding to her embarrassment- cuz she's short lmaooooo// and Uzi just decides to give a small unsure smooch- but decided to make it not too long. they decided to just hug after that to not let the other see them blushing like hell 😭 [also they didn't really decide anything after this cuz they are idiots????😭😭😭]

but anyway for the Vuzi first kiss i have no idea if or when V would return if she's been set to remain alive in the canon- but for me its probably when she appears again in her normal form, as herself. not a clone. Alice isn't alive to take the cores and make them sluggish with heat and the sentinels wouldn't have a chance against the solvers centipede lookin ass form.

Anyway if we consider that one way or another Uzi, N and V will meet up again, [and N and Uzi preferably get to share a better kiss this time-] the first thing Uzi is doing is landing a swift punch in Vs face and then kissing the daylights out of her- //confusing herself and everyone in the area in the process including V herself...// overall she would scold V on the whole "i trust you" shtick and leaving them alone- but yeah :p [ keep in mind that im also considering a few nights between when J and Cynessa show up and when they decide to actually go and find and search the labs, because PLOT REASONS :D ]

as for the first Envee kiss- ill do you one better and make it more angsty and say that N and V used to always spend time with each other and do silly things like hold hands in secret or send internal chat messages to eachother, draw and read books together- maybe N used to put flowers for her sometimes. But at some point a certain little corrupted drone started feeling possessive of her favorite "big brother" figure not spending time with her anymore...

one time, N had asked V if he could kiss her and at that they were both blushing messes but before V could respond they get interrupted- maybe by someone giving them orders or maybe by Cyn. either way, V quickly whispers to him "later, i promise" with a smile, making N happy and giddy. but the later never comes... V becomes comatose soon after... N sadly reading books to her and sometimes whispering to her to wake up and that she still has to keep her promise...

anyway after all things are said and done in the future and the solver is defeated- whether they are still living on copper 9 or any other planet idk- N, V and Uzi are all close, but since both N and V are close to Uzi, they also start spending more time with each other too. maybe one time on a walk or going out and about N was able to catch up with V and they reminisce about old memories they can now remember; and when V was finally able to open up a bit to N, he mentions that he still remembers the promise and asks her if he could kiss her again and she lets him.

and thaaaats all the brain power i have for tonight... i think... hope it made yall smile or cry or idk something lmao. :")

#snowballflo #snow rambles #murder drones #nuzi #vuzi #nuziv #envuzi #biscuitbites #violetviolence #violentbitingbiscuits #uzi doorman #serial designation n #serial designation v #envy #envee #goldenmemories

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Hello, I just stumbled into your old account and read and LOVED one of your Aegon fanfics (What Should've Been) and I have a teeny tiny request, if you don't mind. It seems the reader had tuberculosis from the symptoms, especially the bloody coughs, and since Aegon was thoroughly exposed to it, I was wondering if you can maybe make a teeny tiny follow-up about how he also contracts the disease and dies and later joins the reader in the afterlife under the same weirwood tree where she's waiting for him in her wedding gown and Aegon goes to her and tucks a purple pansy in her ear and they walk off into the light, together at last.

Please, I'm terribly heartbroken (and depressed but that's just my usual depression) over this beautiful story and I'd love a follow-up, even if it's just bullet points of what happens 🥺🥺

Author's Note: Hi hun!! I love the fact that you love my story enough to come here and ask me to write more, I will always love to make a follow up of my fics... so this is entirely dedicated to you, love!! thank you for enjoying my writing (and srry for breaking your heart). These are bullet points btw and it is quite short, but i hope you like it!!🤍

WHAT SHOULD'VE BEEN — Aegon's Grief.

Summary: The aftermath of the biggest loss in Aegon's life: you. An epilogue for this story.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Arryn!Reader

Tags/TW: angst, grief, death, mentions of depression, sickness, sensitive content. If something is missing pls let me know.

Aegon didn’t leave his bed for days. The grief and sorrow in his heart was too much for him to bear. He wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t bathe, he wouldn’t even stand from his bed… the bed he used to share with you.

It was hard for him to go inside the room, the weeks before your funeral he couldn’t even bring himself to look at the door of it. Needless to say, he didn’t even step inside of it until the funeral was over. The sheets were still there, the shape of your body was still seen on the bed. He did not allow the maids to clean up the room; he could smell the scent of death that was left behind, but once he went closer to the bed he was able to smell your perfume… and that was enough for him to bury his face against the pillows as he sobbed and whined.

Alicent tried to go and persuade him to go back to his duties. He had become a King, but what kind of King he was if he didn't have his Queen by his side? What purpose was left for him when the most important person in the world was now gone? The forces of your love had left him without warming, the warmth of your love no longer covered his body in the shape of an affectionate kiss. He felt useless without you, for you were the only thing that brought meaning into his life.

Aemond would start to cover him up in the Small Council meetings and other duties. Aegon was in no condition to fulfill his activities, because not only his spirit was broken but his health was deteriorating with each passing day. The health of their King was starting to cause rumors around the halls, servants claimed that he went mad out of his own grief.

His chubby shape soon became a skeletal one. His rosy cheeks were now pale and bony, his cheekbones being too noticeable now. Alicent would go at night trying to make him eat something, but Aegon had lost his will to live the day he lost you. And eventually, the Gods were merciful enough… and they made him sick too.

Alicent knew what was coming, she had witnessed the same symptoms in you a few weeks ago before you took your last breath. She cried herself to sleep many nights as the Maester would only inform her that her son was slowly dying, with no signs of improvement at all. And then, the hallucinations started as Aegon was being slowly killed by the fever.

His already weakened body could not handle that sickness that came upon him. The lack of food, of sleep, along with his lack of will to live were enough to get him seriously ill, to the point when he started to speak to the maids thinking they were you.

"Oh, my sweet wife," he would say with a thin voice, barely audible. Most of his wording would be interpreted as mumbling and nonsense, "can't wait to see our beautiful child growing inside of you."

A few days later… Aegon passed away in the same bed that he used to share with you, grasping the same sheets that covered your body during your last days, and in the same bed where he held you close every night. And even though that was the day his body died, his soul had left him the same day you left him.

Alicent cried for days after the news, but she wasn't surprised at all. No one was. The love Aegon had for you was too obvious for everyone.

"Not even death could pull them apart," Aemond would say as he consoled his mother during the funeral, where Sunfyre was the one lighting the fire that ended up consuming his skeletal body.

Aegon thought he was dreaming when he found himself standing in the gardens, wearing a black suit but feeling light, the anguish that had haunted him for the past weeks was no longer there.

And then, he heard your laugh.

A small giggle that made him feel as if his heart was beating again. A sound so soft and gentle, delicate and blissful, that it brought a rose color upon his cheeks, which returned to be as chubby as they were before.

At first, he was afraid of turning around, thinking that it was a delusion, some trick of his mind making him hear things. But then, he heard it again, and the urge to look at your beautiful face once again was stronger than any fear that might succumb him. He needed to see you… and he did.

There you were, as beautiful as you have always been, wearing a tighter and less pompous version of your wedding gown. Your hair was falling down your shoulders in cascades, your eyes gleaming with pure happiness as you laughed at the pages you were reading. Aegon was enchanted, mesmerized by the angelic sound your laughter would produce.

He walked slowly towards you, as if he was scared you would become a pile of dust and fade into the wind, but you never did. Instead, you looked up at him and your eyes shined so bright that Aegon was sure he saw stars in them. You were so gorgeous, far from being the sick woman he saw before you passed. You were your old self, the woman who would make him laugh and make him fall in love all over again every single day.

"You came," you said with a radiant smile.

"You know I've never done well without you, my love," he replied.

You saw him picking up a flower from the greenest grass he's ever seen; a purple pansy soon was on your hair, and Aegon's heart felt alive once he felt your lips against the softness of his flushed cheeks. A gesture that he had terribly missed.

Aegon cupped your face between his hands, and looked down to you with admiration and pure devotion. Your eyes were full of life once again; a sight that Aegon wished to never forget again. Before you could say anything to him, he kissed you, and your lips felt warm and soft as they always were. Your touch made him feel like a teenage boy, the same boy that fell in love with you many years ago.

He realized then that he finally found heaven, that all his wishes and pleas were listened to by the Gods by sending him back to you; back to where he belonged.

Aegon saw your eyes once again, and right there he realized that the Gods were finally merciful, because now he got to spend the rest of his life by your side without having the constant fear of losing you again.

He finally found peace, because you were there with him.

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Ultraviolence

- aemond targaryen x f!reader ˖⋆࿐໋₊

tags: targcest, smut, little angst, childhood friends/lovers wc: 1.4k — team black but i love him so bad y'all don't understand. anyways as you can tell by the title, i was listening to ultraviolence while writing this LMAO "...cause i was filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage. aemond brought me back, reminded me of when we were kids."

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No one truly knew who your mother was, as that would only be known to your father but even he most likely had forgotten her. It wouldn't matter either way as she had died in childbirth soon after delivering you. In the year of 112 AC, two years after the birth of Prince Aemond and two years before the marriage of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor, you were born. They say your father had gotten drunk that night to soothe his pains and sought out a maid to bed. The result of that night was the birth of a bastard. The beloved bastard of King Viserys Targaryen. Viserra was what your father had named you. For you resembled his great aunt with the same deep violet eyes, silver-gold hair, and fine features that she was renowned for. The similarities ended there though, as you often thought to yourself. However, as you got older your father would often comment on how similar you were with her when it came to things such as vanity. For most of your life you had bore the surname, Waters, as was the custom for all high born bastards. However, at the age of 5, your father had legitimized you as a Targaryen. You were the apple of his eye along with your elder sister. You loved your father dearly but loved your sister far more. When she left for Dragonstone, you followed her. You couldn't stand the Hightower's and they didn't take a liking to you either because of your heritage. Queen Alicent, your stepmother, would often make remarks but you didn't mind it too much. The only Hightower you tolerated was him. The elusive enigma, Aemond. You often pitied him as he was always picked on by your nephews for the dragon that he seemed to not possess. His older brother, Aegon, would often remind him of how unlucky he was if the gods provided bastards such as you and your nephews dragons before they did him. The only memories you have of him before the incident in Driftmark were fond. Often, you would both read stories of Old Valyria under the Godswood tree in the Red Keep. Or when you would take him to ride your dragon, hoping that he wouldn't feel as left out. Maybe you didn't know him well. That day he took the dragon of your cousin's mother who had passed, mocking them after doing so. After that day, any love you had for him was buried deep in you. Or so you thought.

“We’re almost here.” you snapped back from your thoughts as you got shaken from them by your nephew, Jacaerys.

“Good, my back hurts from the ride. I don’t know why she wouldn’t just let us ride our dragons to King’s Landing” you say while stretching out your back

It had been years since you had last visited King’s Landing. Most of your time had been spent on Dragonstone. You preferred the warmth and populace of the city but you would rather die than spend a second alone with the Hightower's.

You went to your chambers that you used when you were younger. Nothing much had changed in it, everything remained untouched. Opposed to the rest of the Red Keep where everything had been renovated in preference to heraldry of the Faith instead of the Targaryen tapestries and decorations. Must’ve been the Queen’s doing, you think to yourself. She was a fanatic of the Faith, after all.

“Your grace, you will be expected to meet for supper later in the day.”

“Thank you, Lelia. I will take a walk for now. You and Roslin may rest after unpacking everything.”

The first place you wanted to visit was the library where you had spent much of your childhood. You took a stroll to where it was located, many nobles passing by. You never liked the pleasantries of court life. Another reason for you leaving the Red Keep.

Finally, you reach the library. No one seemed to be here but that was common. Even as a child, this place was never one to be too lively. Aside from you, Aemond, and a few nobles coming here, no one else bothered. You liked the peace and quiet of it. It was a place to wind down after spending the day in court. You make your way over to the Valyrian Histories section, you probably read every book in here. Your interest in Old Valyria was probably one of the things you had inherited from your father. He was always building his sculptures of it from what you remember.

“Ēza issare iā dorolvie jēdri, mandia.” (It has been a few years, sister.) says a voice that you seem to recognize. Though it sounds much older and mature, the tone is the same nonetheless.

You notice him leaning on one of the shelves. He had grown comely these last years even after the loss of his eye. He was much taller too, no longer the boy you remember growing up with.

“It has. What brings you here? I thought you would’ve been busy practicing your swordsmanship.” you bring your attention back to the books, looking through the different titles and trying to find one you haven’t read before.

“I get tired of it” he trails off before continuing again, “and plus, nyke jeldan naejot ūndegon ao.” (I wanted to see you)

“I didn’t think you would’ve missed me so much, jorrāelagon lēkia. (dear brother) If I remember correctly, last time we were together, you had called me a lowly bastard.” you weren’t bothered by that comment that he had made all those years ago but if it made him feel worse then it would be all the more fun to resurface it.

You notice him out of the corner of your eye walking towards you but continue browsing the books before you feel his hand on your lower back. He seemed to be holding a book in his other hand, it had something written in High Valyrian but you couldn’t decipher as it was cut off by his leg. You straighten your back from your position, taking a look into his face. He was truly handsome, even the scar couldn’t take that away from him. You think it added to his beauty.

He hums before speaking, “I thought you would like this, I know you’re fond of Valyrian history, jorrāelagon lēkia. (dear sister) he says the last words in a mocking tone, imitating your own.

He extends his hand, revealing the book to you. Se jorrāelagon hen Meleys (The love of Meleys), it was the tale of the Valyrian goddess of love and fertility, Meleys. The same name given to the Red Queen. You were always a fan of the mythologies and tales of Valyrian gods. He would’ve known it better than anyone.

You reach out and try taking the book from him but he clutches it closer to him, “Shouldn’t I get some words of kindness and love before giving such a gift that took me ages to find?” he says teasingly while lowering his head to face yours, bringing the both of you face to face.

“Thank you so much.”

“Tsk tsk, that won’t do, my Viserra. Say it with more affection, now.”

My Viserra. You felt your face heat up at those words, the way he said it made you flutter. The years that passed had made his voice sound much more manly than boyish. It was as if it was laced with honey and ale.

You lean in closer, your lips almost hovering over his own, “I am very thankful for the great effort you went through. Is there anything you would like in return?”

“Hmm, maybe if you read the book with me. You know I have a love for the histories as much as you do.”

“Fine, can I have the book now?”

“Of course, my Viserra. You know I would never deny you of anything.”

You control yourself from not rolling your eyes at his comment. Was he always such a tease or had he developed this habit in the years you were gone? Who knows.

You grab the book from him before walking to the exit of the library, “I look forward to reading the book, thank you.”

You wonder back to your quarters, your maids weren’t in the room and your things were unpacked so you assumed they were in the kitchens. You called out to the guards, requesting that they come to prepare you for the supper as it was getting closer to nighttime. You weren't too fond of the idea of seeing your stepmother and other brother but you complied for the sake of your father whom you had missed these past years.

#aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond smut #house targaryen #house of the dragon #the dance of the dragons #house of the dragon aemond #reader insert #hotd x reader #hotd x you #hotd fanfic #hotd smut

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☆ I know who you pretend I am | Part two

Criston Cole x reader

Part one

Summary : If Criston wants to play with you then you will play.

Warning(s) : Language, angst, smut as always :)

Tag list : @enchantedbones @whitejuliana1204

Stupid.

This is how you felt…

Criston had only played with you for few months, all just to get Rhaenyra back. He managed to get what he wanted, with an extra. You. he got you, naked, sweating and screaming his name.

How could you be so blind and stupid ? You had let your body speak and here is the result, you were heartbroken. You watched as the princess laughed at something he had just whispered to her, and as they rubbed the knife in the wound, your sister came over and sat down beside you.

"Can you tell me what's bothering you."

You didn't take your eyes off the pair as you exhaled sharply.

"What makes you think I'm bothered by something ?"

Alicent stroked your hair affectionately, drawing your gaze to her. "You haven't touched your plate since you arrived, and I noticed that you hadn't taken your eyes off the princess and Ser Criston."

You stiffened when she mentioned them. "I'm not really in the mood to party my dear sister."

Alicent crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back in her chair. "You know there's nothing between them, right ?"

You pretended not to understand when she glared at you. "Don't make the mistake of taking me for a simpleton y/n."

You sighed and turned to her. "I appreciate you worrying about me, but I'm fine. Now excuse me but I'm going to retire to my quarters, I'm tired."

Your sister opened her mouth to protest but you were already gone. What you didn't know is that Criston hadn't taken his eyes off you when you were leaving. He wondered why you hadn't spoken to him, why you hadn't played his little game.

After all, the last time you played this, he ended up with his cock buried inside you, and he was ready to do anything to start over.

Returning to your room you asked the guards not to allow any visitors, especially not Criston Cole.

The night was eventful, when you closed your eyes images of the princess and Criston came to your mind, which forced you to wake up.

As for the knight, the night was hectic too, he couldn't close his eyes, after you left the meal, he tried to visit you but the guards in front of your door informed him of your order, and to say he was disappointed would be an understatement.

The next day you did not leave your room, ordering that your meal be brought back to your room. It was out of the question for you to see a certain person.

It was late in the day when your sister came into your room, clearly upset. "Out."

You frowned, putting down the book you were reading quietly before she disturbed your calm.

"What ?"

"You heard me very well, I want you out of your room. I asked to get the horses ready, you and I are going for a ride , we have to talk."

"But-"

She pointed a dangerous index finger in your direction. "Your queen asked you something, you have to obey. Join me in the courtyard in five minutes."

She walked away, leaving you speechless. You had nothing against taking a walk with your older sister, what bothered you was that her protector would be there. Criston Cole.

But you knew better than to annoy Alicent, so you went to join her reluctantly.

One hour, it had been an hour since the ride had started and you hadn't spoken.

Alicent glanced behind her to make sure her protector wasn't hearing, then turned to you.

"For heaven's sake he can't hear us, could you please tell me what's going on between you two ?"

You groaned closing your eyes, this conversation was already giving you a headache. "Alicent, there is nothing between us."

She let out a cold laugh. "Obviously ! Even a blind man would see that there is something between you. For months you have been flirting, but since yesterday something has changed between you and I would like you to tell me about it."

You sighed and glanced at Criston. The poor man looked sad until he met your gaze and stiffened on his horse.

You looked at your impatient sister and threw your hands in surrender. "Fine. We have..."

Alicent frowned, confused. "Well finish your sentence."

"You know, we have.." You waved your hands to try to make her understand.

"Y/n, use words !"

"We slept together."

The redhead raised her eyebrows and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "Finally ! Better late than never."

You gasped. "Alicent !"

Your reaction made your sister laugh. "Excuse me. It's just that you've been circling around each other for months, I'm surprised you haven't done it before."

You shook your head smiling, then the memory of Criston with the princess came back to you. "But he only used me to get Rhaenyra back."

Your sister laughed, offending you. "Thank you."

Once her giggle passed, she looked at you gently. "Y/n, you're smart, how can you believe such a thing. This man is in love with you."

"He's not in love with me. He just used me for his pleasure."

Alicent's gaze became sad. "Y/n, believe me, I know when a man uses a woman just for his pleasure and Criston doesn't. After you left last night, he followed you, and when your guardians refused him the acces I thought he was going crazy. He's been asking to see you all day. Do you know why I came to look for you ?"

You shook your head.

"I spoke with Rhaenyra and she told me that Ser Criston approached her yesterday to apologize, and to tell her that he had finally found love. With you."

You couldn't believe your ears. He loved you, and you had made unfounded accusations, the poor man had to suffer even more than you.

For his part, Criston was dying to know what you could be talking about with your sister, but your protector caught his attention. "She must be good."

Cole came back to earth and turned to Wilson.

"What are you talking about ?"

Your new protector was everything Criston hated, young and arrogant.

"Y/n, I said I heard her moan two nights ago, I wish I was the person she was with, she must be good."

Criston saw red. He placed his horse in front of Wilson's in order to block it. "What are you doing ?"

"How dare you talk about her like that. How dare you call her by her first name. I won't accept such disrespect."

Wilson laughed. "Am I dreaming ? You have feelings for her ! Was it you with her that night ? So she was good, right."

Criston took out his sword and placed it at Wilson's throat. The riot caught the attention of the two young women, causing them to stop.

"Is everything okay Ser Criston ?" Alicent Shouted.

"Yes my queen, go on your way, we are coming."

Once the horses were back on the road, the knight spoke in a menacing voice.

"If you talk about her like this again, or look at her in a way I don't like, I'll kill you. Am I clear ?"

Wilson nodded, Criston set off again and accelerated to join the two women. An hour later, you stop in a small clearing to take a break. As you sat down on the grass, Alicent faked a yawn.

"I'm exhausted. Ser Wilson, escort me back to the castle please."

All eyes fell on her, all surprised, you asked. "Alicent are you sure that-"

"I trust Ser Criston to protect you, and I know how much you love sunsets, so please stay here until you want to come back."

You felt Criston's gaze on you, you looked at him and smiled at him for the first time since yesterday. The man had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling like a child does at this interaction.

"Very well my sister, on your way. Ser Wilson, I trust you to take care of my sister."

Wilson nodded and the two set off again and after a few minutes you could hardly see them on the horizon.

Criston remained standing and danced gently from one foot to the other. "You can sit Ser Criston."

The man was not waiting and he settled down next to you. You remain silent for a moment, until the guilt settles in you.

"I'm sorry."

You looked up at Criston who was already looking at you. "I'm sorry for acting like this last night and today."

"Have I been bad ?" He asked you.

You frown "What ?"

"If you ignored me it's because I didn't satisfy you when we slept together, isn’t it ?"

It took you a few moments to understand what he had just said, but when his words took on meaning you grabbed his face in your hands.

"God no ! You were perfect. I ignored you because I was jealous."

A smile appeared on Criston's face as he gazed longingly at your lips. "Jealous ? Of whom ?"

You let go of his face and Criston thought he was dying. You groaned and looked away at the sunset. "Rhaenyra. I thought you used me just to get her."

It was his turn to grab your face. "I only want you."

He didn't wait and devoured your lips. The kiss was passionate and romantic, not like the first time, this time it was more intense. You knocked his armor. "Take that off." You whispered against his lips. He smiled and kissed you before pushing himself aside slightly and removing his armor. Once rid of all this scrap he took your face and kissed you again, this see he guided you and lay down on you. Your legs spread instinctively and placed themselves on each side of his hips, making your dress go up. He took the opportunity to move his hand up along your thigh. You moan softly as he kisses your neck.

"I can't stop thinking about you." He confessed as he kissed you on the way down.

He was kissing your body through the dress but it was enough to make you shiver.

"Your voice, your body."

He came between your thighs and placed a kiss on each thigh. Still looking at you lovingly he took off your underwear. "You haunt my thoughts every moment Y/n."

His words made you wet more and more and you needed him. "Please touch me." You begged him.

He didn't torture you any longer and he pressed his mouth against your pussy and he sucked it. You arched your back letting out a gasp.

His lips were infernal, torturing you and giving you pleasure at the same time, and every time you thought you had reached your maximum pleasure he alternated his movements just to prove you wrong.

As you felt the orgasm coming you stopped him. He looked at you in confusion, but when you tackled him to the ground and straddled him a smile gave way. You unzipped his pants and jerked him off to make him even harder even though he was already rock hard.

He grabbed your hips and moaned as you slowed your movements so he felt each movement more intensely.

"Y/n, I need to be inside you."

You leaned over and kissed him. "I don't want you to retire."

As you reinstalled yourself on him, taking a hold of his chest, he looked at you with lust. "You want me to cum inside you ?"

You nodded and impaled yourself on his hard member.

He groaned as you arched your back moaning louder. "Fuck, feels good."

He thought he came just seeing you desperate for his cock. You'll quicken your movements and moan louder and louder as he growls beastly. Criston slipped his hand between your thighs and played with your clit to make you cum.

You felt the orgasm coming as he moved to hit the spot that would make you see stars.

He rose slightly to undo the back of your dress in order to make it fall and have access to your breasts. He grabs one of your breasts and puts it in his mouth to suck on it, the sensation turning you on even more.

You stopped moving as your needs got dirtier. You didn't want him to make love to you anymore, you wanted him to fuck you, violently as you had seen him do to a whore a few months ago.

He looked at you questioningly as you undid your hair. "I don't want you to be soft."

Out of breath he frowned. "What ?"

"I want you to fuck me like you would fuck a whore."

"But-"

"I am all yours and I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want you to take me, like an animal."

Something in him changed, he lifted you up and slammed your belly against the ground, he lifted your dress on your hips and grabbed your hair in his fist. Without warning, he brutally penetrated you, making you scream with pleasure, then without even giving you time to adapt, he moved inside you harder and harder.

"You like it when I fuck you like a whore."

You couldn't speak, the only things that could come out of your mouth were moans.

"You're mine, I'm going to fuck you like that whenever I feel like it, you understood me."

"Yes." You managed to say between two moans.

He took you so that your ass is high and your face is flat on the ground.

Then he turned you around and blocked your hands on the ground with his, and his thrusts became more and more violent, he let go of one of your hands to lift your thigh and put it above his shoulder, this new position hit your point just right and as he played with your nipples you cum on his cock screaming, He watched his cock glisten with your juices and the image made him cum inside you.

He pulled back once certain that you had taken all of his seed and he rested his head on your chest to catch his breath.

That's how you fell asleep, serene and happy.

#ser criston cole #criston cole x reader #ser crispin #criston cole #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok, Joking Around: Modern!Reader stuck with the Yan!Targaryens Part 2

So, my computer is still in repair (Yes, i have been crying a lot because of it), so i will write about the modern!reader. Because that always fun and not expected to be good

Tags: @rosaryos

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You were living in chaos, and you were down for it.

Not too long after you showed up inside of your favorite show atm, you were taken and...given the title of Princess, wait what???

Ok, now you are the second daughter of Viserys(Or first? You are older than Rhaenyra) and Aemma Targaryen. You were just happy that Aemma was still alive 😃...then you realized that her death was still coming 😨😭

You decided, that in this moment, you would change the story, you would not let Viserys make that choice, then she would have more chances of surviving right?

You spend time with your new father a lot, in which makes your new uncle (that you kinda want to...y'know 😗) jealous as f*ck

And another person who is bothered by it is your new sister, Rhaenyra, who is adamant of learning more about you and weird language that is totally not lady like.

Speaking of your "language", after you calling the men "Dilfs" it became a honorable title, and you had to spend 2 hours trying to come up with an excuse of why Daemon could not get the title like his brother at first(Daemon, you haven't spread the blood of the dragon yet, wait your turn, accept that Viserys is the Dilf of the Seven Kingdoms-).

Funny thing, after you said that this title only served for powerful men who already fathered a child, you noticed that your supposed uncle started to act more...not family friendly with you.

In fact, one time, he tried to convince you to ride on Caraxes with him (You knew that he was going to kidnap you) but thank the Gods that Otto appeared and took you away.

Speaking of the Hightowers now...Otto didn't like you at first, in fact, your behavior bothered him and his daughter quite a lot, even when they didn't understand it. But after warming up to you, they made it their mission to change that. (THEY FAILED)

As for the Velaryons, well, now Corlys is the "Dilf of the Seas" and Rhaenys is the "Queen Milf" (although you don't say that publicly by her request) and both adore you. And yes, you told Laena and Laenor the meaning behind your language, they are now adapting to it, you are bringing them to the dark side.

Last but not least, Aemma, the Milf of the Seven Kingdoms, you don't want to grow attached to her and then fail to save her, so you keep you distance and makes her sad 😔

Now to the actual story.

You spend a lot of time with Rhaenyra, excited for the day she becomes the Black Queen, but also you dragged around with Alicent because she misses you.

On the day that Daemon appears, he gives both you and Rhaenyra a Valyrian steel jewelry, in which, confuses you, you are not Valyrian...wait, did he caressed your skin two seconds ago?

Anyway, you stay around around watching the scenes happen all in 4d and in real time, while knowing all the spoilers that are soon to come.

Then the tournament happens, and while you were watching, you finally found your favorite future incel with anger issues, Sir Criston Cole.

Also in that scene, instead of asking for Alicent's favor, Daemon asks for your favor, and knowing that he will lose anyway, you gave it to him, because you are a simp 😊

And then it hit you, Viserys is no longer there...YOU RAN AWAY INSTANTLY.

You almost barge into the room, but the guards stopped you, so the last resource you had, SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS UNTIL YOUR THROAT ACHE.

But it was too late, and Aemma's scream could be heard, you cried yourself to sleep 😣

You where by Rhaenyra's side when Syrax burned her mother and baby brother, actually, you stayed with her even afterwards.

Until it clicked again, ALICENT-

Again, you ran to Viserys' chambers to make him company- and Alicent was already there.

You are failing in this shit hard, my champion.

And you know that things are only gonna get worse.

Cuz the next day, Daemon was exiled(Not before he tried to take you with him tho-)

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A/N: And...basically this was me covering up the first episode, i know some nicknames are stupid, but still, there are too many Milfs and Dilfs in this series. I hope you enjoyed.

#yandere concept #yandere x reader #a song of ice and fire #yandere imagine #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #yandere house of the dragon #modern!reader

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galacticwildfire · 1 year

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Sad, Beautiful, Tragic | Alicent Hightower

One

Alicent Hightower x Targaryen!oc

Their fathers sworn enemies, Viserra and Alicent should never have been as close as they were, yet it was a connection neither could fight. What began as an innocent girlhood companionship becomes something scandalous, with the bastard daughter of Daemon Targaryen showing her true colours. As the dance begins she finds herself torn between her loyalty to her house and her love for her father. Yet neither hold a candle to her forbidden love for the new queen, a love which threatens to destroy them both.

Word count : 6600

A/N: this chapter is set during episode one, setting up the tone for the rest of the story. For hotd/got stories I do not typically use tags unless it is for severe content warnings, all violence and themes will align with that in canon.

A year it's been since I've stepped foot in Kings Landing. So long has passed since my father decided to take me on one of his adventures to Dorne and then across the narrow sea, to show me the ruins of old Valyria with my own eyes, only to return for the heir's tournament.

Except despite his insistence, it is not his tournament, but that of the king's unborn child. I can only imagine how Rhaenyra must feel as the king's daughter, because gods do I know how my father is taking it as the king's brother. If he were to be disinherited by a baby boy he may just kill it himself.

"Now," Father begins as we walk through the gates of the Red Keep, our dragons returning to the Dragonpit for the first time in so long. "If that cunt of Hightower makes even a single comment I want to know."

"It's Otto Hightower, of course he will," I reply, knowing the reason he decided to take me and leave. Otto Hightower made the mistake of complaining to the king that I am of too low a status to be seen with his daughter. Something my father did not take well to. "He's a cunt by nature, you can't win them all over."

"I don't have any desire to win him over, what I desire is to cut his tongue out for calling my only daughter a bastard."

"Except I am a bastard," I remind him, the very words Viserys told him. "His tongue cannot be cut out for speaking the truth."

"A legitimised bastard, I made sure of that," he reminds me in return. "My brother knew he'd have hell to pay if he didn't give you the Targaryen name and legitimise you, especially after I named you in his honour. Don't forget that when you walk through the Red Keep you are my heir and a fucking dragon rider. You are above the likes of Otto Hightower."

"It's not hard to be above him," I remark and say "I'll just be glad to see Rhaenyra and Alicent."

He groans. "You truly wish to run around with that girl knowing who her father is?"

"Alicent is sweet," I dismiss, immediately protective. "It's hardly her fault who her father is."

"That may be true but she is utterly boring," he remarks and I roll my eyes. "Rhaenyra is the one you ought to be close with."

"If I recall I was inseparable with both before the kingsguard had to stop you from cutting Otto's tongue out in the small council chamber."

"And I'd do it again."

"In that case I'll happily run around with Alicent and Rhaenyra," I tell him. "They are the closest thing I have to sisters, I will not let insults take that from me."

"Yes well, as long as Otto doesn't like it I'm fine with it," he allows and reminds me. "Now don't let them keep Darkfyre in the pits for too long, she's growing fast out of captivity. I give it only a few years and she'll be as large as Caraxes." He looks towards the throne room. "You go settle in, I'll see you after."

He leaves me to my own devices, and the first place I go is to the queens chambers to see her, it's only by chance they are both there as well.

"Your grace, the Lady Viserra."

As I'm announced they all look to me in surprise, but it is a happy one.

Rhaenyra immediately jumps up to hug me, followed by Alicent, and I look over their shoulders to Aemma, sitting up with a hand resting on her belly.

"I was starting to worry your father would never bring you back," she says and reaches out her hand. "Come here child, let me see you." She smiles as I come over. "You look like Jeyne more every day."

Jeyne. My mother. A lady in waiting to Aemma when she was first brought to court from the Vale. I know well enough it was not love what happened between her and my father, for he left her at the first mention of pregnancy and returned for me after she had died in the childbed. But before then Aemma had promised my mother she would care for me, and she has.

"How are you faring?" I ask her, noticing her discomfort.

"I could be better, but as I was just telling Rhaenyra, you three girls will soon be in this bed and you must learn to face it with a stiff lip."

For Rhaenyra and Alicent an arranged marriage to a great house is a certainty, for me it is an impossibility. "I think my father would sooner send any suitor to the sword than have me wed."

She chuckles. "That is true." She looks past me to Rhaenyra and Alicent and says "Now you girls go and have fun, I have no doubt there is much to catch up on."

The three of us walk arm in arm through the Red Keep, the two of them asking eagerly of tales from across the narrow sea which I give vividly. When Rhaenyra is called away to serve as her fathers cupbearer on the council, I take Alicent to the dragon pit.

Come," I say, holding her hand. "Come see how Darkfyre's grown."

Darkfyre, named to honour my fathers sword Darksister. The keepers are still coaxing her into the pit since it's been so long since she's been in captivity.

"Lykiri," I tell her, since the keepers struggle to tame her. Alicent stands behind me as I put a hand on her black scales to ease her. "Lykiri."

"She's larger than Syrax," Alicent comments in surprise. "Far larger."

"Keeping them captive in the dragon pit is hindering their growth," I tell her. "Since travelling around Dorne and the free cities with father she's been free to grow."

"It's been so long since a Targaryen's stepped foot in Dorne," she says, knowing her histories. "What was your father doing there?"

"Well, he decided to go remind the Dornish we have dragons," I put it simply. "Parading himself trying to gather favour. We were guests of the prince of the Dorne for a while, it truly is beautiful in Sunspear."

"I can imagine," she says. "So what's brought your father back?"

"Gods know, he's likely grown bored and has decided to give his brother and your father hell again."

We're both able to laugh despite how our fathers despise one another. While my father is content to burn his bridges, I don't have that luxury. As a bastard my standing is fragile enough, I need all the friends at court I can have.

"I'm glad to be back," I tell her. "I've missed home. As much as I love my father I have no desire to spend my time in Dornish brothels as he does."

She raises an eyebrow. "Then what is it you desire?"

"To be the greatest dragon rider there is," I tell her, flashing a smile as I take her hand, coaxing her towards Darkfyre. "Here, don't be afraid."

She's too stunned to refuse as I bring her hand to Darkfyre and she gasps at the touch. "I've never-"

"Touched a dragon?" I finish, knowing how she's always refused to. "See, there's no reason to fear them. They're loyal to their riders."

"Except I'm not her rider."

"Yet," I tease, knowing she's large enough to saddle two. "My father took me up on Caraxes when I was just a week old, as his mother did with him."

"My father would kill me if I even considered it."

That makes me smile. "It would be a bit hard for him to kill you if you were on dragonback."

She shakes her head, smiling. "You have not changed a bit."

The three of us lay beneath the Weirwood tree in the garden. Alicent testing me on my studies which have been truly neglected this past year, except I've gained a knowledge that is truly invaluable. Experience. Seeing the places we read of, being part of their living history instead of flipping through books.

"It doesn't matter what lord married what lady fifty years ago," I lecture. "What matters is the state of everything today, and unless it's Valyrian history what's the point?"

Rhaenyra laughs. "Did Daemon tell you that?"

"Well it's true," I say, him being my sole educator for the past year. "Across the narrow sea no one asks what lord married what lady fifty years ago, they want to hear of the dragons and the conqueror."

"Now that is something I can agree with," Rhaenyra says much to Alicent's annoyance, who's trying to get us up to scratch for the septa.

"The Septa will be furious if you two insist on jesting."

"The Septa's funny when she's furious."

I laugh but Alicent senses something deeper. "You're always like this when you're worried."

"Like what?"

"Disagreeable."

There's something in the look the two share that makes my heart sink a little, that in my absence the two have become closer. It was always the three of us, and now it is them with me there as well.

"You're worried your father is about to overshadow you with a son."

"I only worry for my mother," Rhaenyra says, a sentiment I share.

"She'll be alright," I try to assure her. "She's done this many times."

"And yet I'm the only one that lives."

Her reply is morbid enough to make Alicent quiet.

"Yes, but if you're mother has endured childbirth this many times over the odds are in her favour," I say, trying to put it logically. "Trust in the maesters."

I look to Alicent, who lost her own mother whilst I was in the free cities, and silently reach for her hand. It seems more has changed in my absence than I thought.

That night my father requests I come with him to Fleabottom to witness his new force of Gold Cloaks. I stand by his side as he gives his speech to his men, listening as the men howl and the violence begins.

It's pure butchery unlike anything I've ever seen, but father watches me so I keep my horror buried deep, not letting it show. I don't understand the reason for me being hear until he puts Darksister in my hand and the goldcloaks bring forth a bloodied man.

"Now, you may have returned to the keep but I cannot allow you to get soft," he says as I stare numbly at the sight. "You must not be afraid of blood nor a blade, for one day it could be the only thing standing between you and death." The man writhes, begging for mercy. "This blade will be yours one day, Darksister, blade of Visenya. I intend to make you worthy of it."

And so I raise the blade and spill my first blood.

Alicent is with me the next morning, helping me alter a dress for the tournament since my bust has come in this past year and the clothes I left here in the keep are ill fitting as a result.

"You're tired," she notices, and from the way her nose turns up I know she can smell Fleabottom on me. "Your father took you into the city?"

"Yes, he wanted me to be there as he showcased his Goldcloaks," I tell her, choosing not to elaborate much further. "An eventful night of the kings justice being showcased." But as I reach out to help her the red staining my hand matches the dress.

She's silent as she looks at me, knowing very well what I'm not telling her.

"It-" there's no point excusing it. "My father does not want me getting soft."

"So he has you spill blood in the city streets?"

There's a protective bite to her voice.

"He believes I should know how to handle a blade," I argue. "If I was a man you would see no issue with it."

"Well your father lets you behave as one," she mutters under her breath, going to push my hand aside but her eyes fall to the floor as I see the red of her nails, an old habit worsened.

"It seems my father isn't the only one with expectations," I say, knowing very well the words of me behaving as a man are from her fathers mouth, but that's not what I'm concerned about. "How long Alicent?"

She quickly hides her nails from me. "It's nothing."

I look at her and see a truly sad girl, as if it's so inherent it's as much a part of her as her own heart. "You do not need to lie to me for fear of shame, it's me." She always tries so hard to please her father, to be the good and chaste influence on Rhaenyra. But she needs not be anyone else for me. "How long?"

"It- it's always been a bad habit, but I'll admit the past months it's gotten worse," she tells me shyly. "I just get so nervous-"

I hold her hands gently, looking down at them, at something she is so ashamed of. "You may be the most beautiful girl in Kings Landing and have a reputation to keep, but you are allowed to not have to seem so perfect."

My point is lost on her, for she stammers "Do you truly mean that?"

I just laugh at her naivety. "Well, I cannot speak for men but I can say with certainty after travelling the free cities you are still the most beautiful girl I've seen." She's at a loss for words and I smile. "Come now, show me your dress for the tournament."

Alicent and I sit side by side at the tournament, Rhaenyra deciding to be fashionably late. It's a beautiful day, yet an anxious one as Aemma has begun her labors. We sit at the front with Princess Rhaenys' children Laena and Laenor. I'm showing Laena a golden ring from Lys when Rhaenyra joins us, sitting on the other side of Alicent.

"Has it started yet?" Rhaenyra asks, flaunting some jewellery of her own that intrigues Laena.

"What metal is that?" she asks, not recognising it and I can't blame her, for I doubt the child has ever seen anything like it.

"Valyrian steel," Rhaenyra replies with a smile as she touches her necklace. "Daemon gifted it to me."

Now that surprises me and I can't help but exclaim "He did?"

"Yes," she says with that coy tone she uses. "When you returned to the city."

My father never mentioned it to me, he surely did waste no gold in acquiring all sorts of Valyrian artefacts, he had spent weeks seeking a Valyrian steel dagger for my nameday, yet he never once mentioned a gift like this for Rhaenyra.

Alicent much catch the confusion in my eye for she tilts her head at me, but just as quickly as she goes to inquire the events begin. Rhaenyra gleefully watches the lancing but I sit there in contemplation. Rhaenyra is his niece yes, but such a gift is strange, even for my father.

Finally he is announced.

"Prince Daemon, Prince of the City!"

He rides past in his armor, and I look to Rhaenyra, who is practically blushing, it's then it dawns on me the affection she has for my father. An innocent fancy perhaps, but not one I expected my father to encourage with gifts.

Except of course he would.

I watch as he taunts the line of knights for his choosing, until finally he makes his choice. Alicent's brother.

"For his first challenge Prince Daemon chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King."

Alicent immediately becomes anxious beside me and I reach for her hand, our fingers laced together hidden between the folds of our dresses. She is afraid and rightly so, for we both know it will be my father that wins, and will likely do so taking any chance he can to spite Otto Hightower. Sure enough I watch him look up at Otto before charging.

I'm cringing as my father upon taking a hit decides to play dirty, using his lance to take down the horse and Alicent gasps loudly as her brother is thrown to the ground. I hold her hand tight as she peers over, trying to see if he's alright all while I just shake my head at my father who smirks proudly as he rides over.

While I'm focused on Alicent it's Rhaenyra who gets up to greet my father, something else that rubs me the wrong way, something Alicent notices as we follow.

"Nicely done uncle," Rhaenyra praises.

"Thank you princess."

"Is being underhanded the only way you can win?" I taunt my father, not as impressed as Rhaenyra is.

"No but it's more entertaining," he replies, looking around at the crowd and decides to aggravate Otto further. "Now I'm fairly sure I can win these games Lady Alicent, your favour would all but assure it."

I purse my lips unimpressed as Alicent goes to get her favour while Rhaenyra holds my fathers eye, the tension between them almost making me sick.

"Good luck, my prince," Alicent says placing her favour on his lance, uncomfortable beside me for only a moment before wearing a pleasant smile, and the tournament continues.

It's bloody and beautiful, pageantry alongside brutality. Whilst Alicent watches on in horror, and Rhaenyra lets out a gasp or two I watch on nubmly after having experienced the pure butchery at my fathers hands down in Fleabottom.

In the midst of it I notice Alicent, her eyes fixed on the violence whilst picking at her nails and I take her hands in mine, she almost jumps at the touch, having been pulled out of her daze and I just squeeze her hands, no more needing to be said as we watch on.

My attention is caught by the knight Ser Criston Cole going against my father. A handsome man from what we've seen, secretly I hope he puts my father in his place, and he does. Although I can't help the shriek that escapes me as my fathers horse drags him along the railing, the sound awful as he hits the ground and this time it's Alicent gripping my hand tight.

A man goes to help my father to his feet only to be pushed to the ground, and I run to the balcony's edge as my father gets to his feet, almost maddened with the shame of being dishorsed. I watch wide eyed as he calls for his sword and Alicent and Rhaenyra both jump up and come to my side.

"Prince Daemon wishes to continue in a contest of arms!"

I look behind me for the king but he's nowhere to be seen, no one to stop this madness if it gets out of hand, which it no doubt will. Ser Criston faces my fathers sword with a mace and chain, breathing through fathers shield, the fight becomes hands on, more kicking and shoving than anything else until Ser Criston is on the ground and my father looks up at me, smiling and cheering as he claims victory. Only to have made the mistake of turning his back on his opponent, for he's knocked to the ground and he does something that surprises me. He yields. Not out of weakness, but almost, almost, out of something resembling respect for a good fight.

It's then Ser Criston comes forward removing his helmet, the three of us share an exchange of pleasant surprise at the sight of him.

"Gods, he's Dornish," I hear Alicent exclaim while I can't help but appreciate the sight in front of us.

"I was hoping to ask for the favour of Lady Viserra," he says, not Rhaenyra's, but mine. "The daughter of the Prince."

Doing the same as my father, asking for the favour of his opponent's daughter. I can respect him for that. And so I'm smiling as I reach for my favour, my father watching on in amusement as I toss it down to Ser Criston. "Good fight Ser Criston, I wish you luck."

Rhaenyra can make eyes at my father all she likes, I'll give the Dornish knight my favour. But it's then I notice Otto Hightower returning and murmuring something to one of the council members. Alarm quickly spreads behind us, something Rhaenyra notices and I know it can only be one thing.

"Alicent," I say and she goes to her father who pulls her aside murmuring something to her, she looks back at us and there is no mistaking it.

The queen is dead.

"Rhaenyra," I immediately breathe, reaching for her, she's too shocked to cry but even so I take her in my arms, looking over her shoulder at Alicent in mutual horror. The two motherless girls have become three.

We sit together in Rhaenyra's room, Alicent and I sitting on the edge of her bed as she lies away from us, eyes wide open yet dead to the world.

"Baelor your father has named the boy," I tell her, treading gently. "Would you like to see him?"

She doesn't reply. Neither her or Viserys have seen the boy, he's in the care of wet nurses. I lost my mother the day I was born, I feel no pain for her, the pain I feel is for Aemma, the only mother I've ever had.

"We'll let you sleep," Alicent says gently, and we leave the room having done what we can for her, but she must mourn, there is no easy way to do so. When we're outside she asks me "Are you alright?"

I force myself to nod. "I loved the queen as my own mother, but it is Rhaenyra I worry for."

She nods in understanding, and reaches for me. "We have all lost a mother now. The pain... it does get easier."

I see the pain in her eyes, the loss of her own mother wounding her still, especially now. Silently I take her in my arms, needing someone to hold onto. In her embrace I feel safe enough to finally let the tears escape.

We stand there like that in silence until a guard comes.

"Lady Alicent, the hand has summoned you."

"Go," I tell her gently. "I'll be alright."

She nods, and is escorted by the guard to her fathers office.

In my loneliness I find myself walking to my fathers chambers, he will not be mourning, but I need him nonetheless. I need my father to hold me and tell me he understands, that it will be okay. He has never been affectionate in that manner, but he's always been there when I've needed him.

Yet when I come to his chambers he isn't there.

And so in the shadow of mourning over the keep I find myself coming to the barracks of the Goldcloaks.

"My Lady," Ser Harwin says, recognising me. "Are you looking for the prince?" I nod meekly, like a child seeking out their parent after a bad dream. "He has taken to the Street of Silk."

"To the brothels," I correct, saying what we both know. "Thank you for your assistance."

"Would you like me to get him for you?" he offers and I shake my head, swallowing my bitterness.

"He is mourning in his own way."

Alicent and I stand side by side at the funeral, the babe having passed in the night after his birth.

My father stands separate from us, his eyes on Rhaenyra, as they should be since she has lost her mother, but I cannot forget the necklace, cannot forget the unspoken tension between them.

But today is not the day for that. Today we mourn.

Again after the funeral I seek out my father to find him missing, this time I don't bother searching for him, able to hear the ruckus of the Goldcloaks ascending on the Street of Silk.

So instead I go to Rhaenyra who stares numbly at a candle flame in her room, tears staining her cheeks.

"Come," I say, extending my hand to her. "Syrax and Darkfyre have not flown together in so long."

A shadow of a smile comes to her face as she nods and takes my hand, and together we find our way to the Dragonpit.

When we return the next morning with tired eyes and reeking of dragon as Aemma would say, I'm surprised to find Alicent waiting for me in my chambers.

Yet I'm more alarmed at her demeanour.

"Are you alright?" I ask, immediately jumping to the most likely reason. "Did you have a fight with your father?"

"Viserra," she says quietly, her voice a whisper. "There is something... I- I cannot confide it in anyone."

I look at her confused. "What of Rhaenyra?"

"Especially not Rhaenyra."

That's when my stomach drops at the guilt in her eyes, and so I reach out to take her hand with a promise "I'm not Rhaenyra."

When she looks back at me her brown eyes are filled with tears. "Promise me, promise you won't tell a soul."

I'd never considered myself to be one to take oaths seriously, but in this moment I know I'll take whatever she says to the grave. "I swear it."

And somehow, despite who my father is, despite who I am, she trusts me.

"My father," she begins, voice weak. "He- he asked me to comfort the king."

A sentence that would sound so innocent if I did not know her, did not know her father. "Alicent-"

"I never touched him," she immediately insists, trying to defend herself even though there is nothing to defend. "I just read to him, I swear it, I would never-"

"Shhh," I say, pulling her in tight by her hands, trying to calm her. "I know, it is not me you need to defend yourself to."

That's when she breaks down "If Rhaenyra knew..."

She does not need to finish that sentence, for we both know well how she would react. She is rash, quick to temper, more my fathers daughter than I at times, she would take it as a betrayal and not let it go regardless of the truth.

"She doesn't need to know," I say, going against whatever morals Aemma tried to instil in me, honesty and integrity be damned. They are never things my father taught me. "Your father sent you to him, to his chambers?" She nods, not meeting my eye. "Nothing more happened, I believe that. You are not a seductress nor a mistress. You are a girl whose father is an ambitious man, this is his scheme not yours."

Her eyes are wide, afraid. "She won't believe that."

"But I do," I say, only then becoming aware of how close we are, and I take her face in my hands. "Our fathers despise one another for good reasons, my father is reckless and murderous and yours is calculating and starving for power, they are the second sons and always will be despite their best wishes. We do not need to be the pawns in their schemes."

She blinks at me confused. "Your father loves you, when has he ever used you?"

He hasn't. "You're right. My father merely wishes to rise me to his station, to Rhaenyra's, all he's done is try to make me a true Targaryen out of love. Your's would raise you to something far more dangerous, to be queen to further his own ambition."

She knows it, somewhere she must, but she sees little wrong. "What else is the purpose of a daughter?"

My heart breaks a little, breaks in realisation that my father may be the only one in Westeros who would never dream of marrying me off for his own standing, who would burn a man's city down before giving me as a bride. Then there's Otto Hightower.

It's then the door opens and there stands the bastard himself, the look on his face confuses me until I realise how he has caught us, in an embrace that would have me castrated if I was a man.

Alicent quickly drops my hands, lowering her head as her father enters and I stand there defiant at the man who would have his daughter, not even yet five and ten, a mistress for the king.

"Lord Hand," I say stiffly. "Is something the matter?"

If I was a man there certainly would be, but I am a girl, a girl found in an embrace with her companion. There is nothing wrong with it that he can justifiably make a fuss of.

But he seems not to mind, for there is already a smirk on his face. "Your father has been exiled."

I feel Alicents head whip around to me and I stand there, my blood turning cold as she grabs my arm and asks her father "What for?"

In Otto Hightower's eyes is the gleam of victory over my father, over me. He's basking in it.

"The heir for a day."

My head snaps up at those words, having heard my father remark them offhandedly after the funeral. "Where is the king?"

"You are not permitted to see him," he replies. "I have come to instruct you to pack your things, you may join your father or we can arrange for you to be taken to your stepmother in the Vale."

Alicent looks at her father in disbelief. "You can't mean-"

"I'm to be exiled as well?" I scoff, letting go of Alicent to confront her father. "Is this the king's order or yours?"

He pauses for just a moment too long and I'm pushing past him.

"Lady Viserra!"

I ignore him, running through the halls and attracting the attention of the Kingsguard who follow at the behest of Otto, yelling out orders from behind me, but it all stops the moment I enter the throne room and find Viserys sitting upon the throne.

"Uncle!" I cry out and he looks upon me in concern, out of breath and desperate as I come to my knees before the throne. "Uncle please, don't do this."

He sighs. "Viserra, if you are here to plead on behalf of your father-"

"What he said was regrettable, but exile?"

"It was not a decision I made lightly," he tries to reason. "I know you love your father, but you and I know better than any what sort of man he is."

"One who loves his brother and his king!" I argue getting to my feet as I hear Otto and the rest storming the throne room and even Viserys is alarmed by the sight. "Unlike this cunt here, who's revelling in getting rid of my father and I both!"

The throne room is silent until Viserys speaks. "Otto, did you tell the princess she is to be exiled along with Daemon?"

"She is no princess," he replies now my father is not here to take his tongue. "She is a bastard just as heinous as her father who will corrupt your daughter and mine both. Look at her now, causing a scene after I simply asked her to stay with her stepmother in the Vale."

Before Viserys can speak I turn to look at him, my voice as dangerous as my fathers. "If he were here he'd take your tongue." It's only then I see Alicent in the shadows watching on and something in my voice changes. "But I suppose that's the curse of second sons isn't it? To always be scraping at whatever scraps of power they can get? Even if it is throwing the daughter of your rival out of her own home behind the back of your king."

Viserys stands, voice as harsh as I've ever heard it. "I have lost my wife, I have lost my son, and now my brother. You would have my niece removed from this keep without my knowing? Have her taken from Rhaenyra's side as she is in mourning? All for the spite you bear her father!"

Otto is silent, having been put in his place by his king and a girl of four and ten.

Viserys must see Alicent in the shadows for he asks her "Lady Alicent, escort my niece back to her chambers."

I can almost feel Otto's blood boiling at his daughter being asked to wait on a bastard, but she doesn't see it that way, for she steps out of the shadows to take my arm.

"Thank you uncle," I say, leaving him and Otto to their devices. "But may I see my father off?"

A risky request, but he permits it. "Of course Viserra."

And so I find my father readying Caraxes at the dragon pit with a whore at his side.

"Father."

He turns to me, unsurprised to see me. "Good you're here, I've had the dragon keepers ready Darkfyre."

I just shake my head in disgust. "The heir for a day."

He sighs. "Yes I'll admit, it was distasteful, but it's said and done now. We're leaving for Dragonstone."

Something in the casualness of his voice makes something snap inside me. "And you never thought to come and get your daughter when you were being exiled?"

He merely shrugs. "I knew you'd find me."

"Except it was Otto Hightower who found me!" I yell and that gets his attention as he finally turns to look at me properly. "Is that how you wanted me to find out, him coming to my chambers revelling as he tells me we've both been exiled."

That's when it hits him. "If my brother-"

"Viserys was the one who fought for me, who stood up for me when Otto tried to have me exiled without his knowledge," I argue and scoff "While I had to defend myself against Otto Hightower in the throne room you were getting your whore and leaving me to the rats!"

The whore looks away as my father comes up to me, using a tone he rarely does. "Have you ever thought that my treatment of you is not neglect but rather faith? Faith that you don't need to be babied and managed like a child but instead treating you as you are, a dragon rider."

But I just look up at him, almost laughing with anger. "He called me a bastard, used it as justification to be rid of me. That I'm as heinous as you."

The look in his eye changes and his hand is on his sword. "If I was there-"

"You would have taken his tongue?" I finish. "Except you weren't. You were off with your whore, just like you were when you should have been with your brother mourning."

"It wasn't my wife who died, if it was I would have rented out the entire street to celebrate instead of three brothels."

I look at her, deciding to hit him where it hurts. "Try not to father another bastard seeing as you're content to damn the one you already have to a life of exile for a joke and a whore."

He grabs me, fingers bruising my arm, I try to pull it free but he doesn't let go. "Everything I have ever done is for you, and you fucking know it. If you want to be cruel so can I." I hold his eye, defiant. "I could be like Otto Hightower and sell you off the first chance that comes by, I could discard you, I could sell you to the brothels like bastard girls are. But here you are, a dragonrider and a Targaryen by name. The only reason that is, is because of me."

Despite the anger in his voice I see the fear in his eyes, the fear of losing the last person he has, the one who should love him unconditionally despite his sins.

"I'm staying here in Kings Landing," I say quietly, the cruellest words I could say at this very moment. He stares at me in disbelief, expecting me to follow it up with some type of contradiction, but I don't, and it's then he lets me go. "Did you ever realise Aemma was the closest thing I ever had to a mother?" He's silent, not realising I was mourning her also. "I needed you, and you ran off to the brothel to mourn the fact you had been disinherited. It would have only been for a day as you'd put so vocally if not for your own selfish desire to usurp what is Rhaenyra's."

I hit him where it hurts without realising it. "Do you think it was selfish wanting you to be my heir?"

"It was never about me, only you," I say with sorrow. "You know damn well a bastard would never stand to inherit the Iron Throne, and yet you would take it regardless of the crisis that would follow."

"I would," he says, without taking a moment to hesitate. "I would-"

"Have your niece?" I retort and for the first time I've caught him off guard. "I'm not blind, just disgusted." I look to his whore. "Don't be surprised if he tosses you aside for someone blonder and younger since he seems to desire girls who are barely bleeders."

He scoffs. "You make me sound horrible, this has nothing to do with desire."

"So you seduce your niece for the throne," I realise. "Because how could you ever truly be disinherited with her by your side?"

He ignores me, instead justifying it. "I have raised the greatest dragonrider there is, raised a true Valyrian, and yet despite you having every symbol of legitimacy you are still denied, no one would dare utter the word bastard if I stood to inherit the throne."

I see his delusion so clearly, even if it is spurned by love rather than ambition, it is still delusion.

"I have come to terms with what I am, now you must also."

With those words I turn my back on my father, my face does not betray how my heart cries but Darkfyre does. Her cries echoing as I return to the Red Keep.

When I make it back to my chambers it is not Rhaenyra or Viserys who stand there to offer comfort, but Alicent.

"I'm sorry," she says, but I have no more words left, instead walking into her embrace and holding her tight. Both of us bound now as the motherless daughters of second sons maddened by their own wants and ambitions.

Yet somehow the prospect is easier knowing I am not alone.

Days later we stand side by side as Rhaenyra is sworn as heir to the Iron Throne. My father has seized Dragonstone, a seat that should be her's now by right. He's gone while I remain.

And so I make the decision that will enrage my father, but one that is right.

"Lady Viserra Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen."

I step forward and kneel before Rhaenyra as I make my oath to her.

"I, Viserra Targaryen, swear to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, the princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit." I look up, knowing my oath is the one that has gathered the most attention of all in this room, a daughter betraying her father. "I swear this by the old gods and the new."

I stand and look Rhaenyra in the eye, my friend, my sister in all but name, and pray I have made the right decision.

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 3 months

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The Boyfriend Experience

Summary: It's all fun and games until somebody falls in love!

Pairing: callboy!Clay Roach x afab!CEO!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Content Warnings: Porn With A Side Dish Of Plot 18+!, Drinking, Oral (F Receiving), Clay Being A Tease, Sex Work, Hair Pulling, Pet Names, Poorly Hidden Feelings, Emotional Constipation

A/N: This one is for @spookyorchid 🖤 Sending you lots and lots of love, hun 🫶🏻

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Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I'm leaving here without you on me

- Slow Hands by Niall Horan

You couldn't wait to get your sore feet out of those heels that had been tormenting your every step since around lunch, they looked absolutely fantastic, though. Trying to shift your weight away from the thin stiletto connecting your foot with the floor underneath, you stepped into the elevator and pressed for the 10th floor, holding your purse tight to your body.

The men standing right next to you with his hands shoved into his pockets didn't go without you noticing. Shiny brown hair that reached his shoulders, the upper part neatly tied into a small bun to not look completely out of place in contrast to a slim-fitting, black button-up shirt. You tried to keep a straight face but a small, quick smirk escaped regardless.

Not a word was exchanged whilst the elevator made its way further up and the silence was equally kept as both of you got out on the same floor. He knew and respected the fact that you needed your time to cool off after a whole week of keeping a company afloat. Opposed to the calm, the beeping of your key card against the electric lock seemed almost harsh.

Only a few swift steps left until you could finally step out of your heels. You tossed them off your aching feet with such vigor that they clinked against the shelf your key card found its home for now, right next to an already prepared red envelope. You nearly groaned out loud as the pressure gradually eased off and you felt nothing but smooth, neatly waxed acorn tiled against your soles.

Right after tossing your purse next to the shelf, you headed into the kitchen area of your loft apartment in the search to quench your thirst for a hefty glass of wine. Instead of bothering with actually pouring one, you raised the bottle straight to your lips and took a long swig.

“Rough week, huh?” Mid-gulp you turned your head to the side where Clay leaned against the door frame, arms loosely crossed in front of his chest and an understanding smile playing around his lips.

“Massive understatement.”, You returned after swallowing the fruity, rich red, “Remember Alice?”

“Your new secretary that started last month? Yeah, what's with her?” Clay raised his brows slightly.

“Had to kick her out already. Missy got blackout drunk at the outing on Wednesday and started getting a bit too touchy with Jake from finances before puking all over the restaurant restroom.” With the memories of that evening resurfacing, you pinched the bride of your nose and sighed.

“I really liked her, you know? But that's downright unacceptable behavior.“, You treated yourself to another swig of wine before holding the bottle towards Clay, “Want some?”

“Certainly not opposed to it.”, He took you up on the offer, helping himself to a sip as well, “Wow, if that has been your Wednesday I can imagine how the rest of the week went. However, I'm sure I can make you relax a little, no?”

“Oh, I'm certain. You never disappoint, honey.” The smile forming on your face was genuine and so was the bubbling buzz that caused your stomach to flip whenever you did so much as just look at him but that he didn't need to know of at all.

“Always glad to hear that, ma'am.” The cocky smirk he threw your way jolted right down amidst your thighs and you couldn't help it.

“Ma'am?”, You pushed yourself from the counter and took a step towards him, “That's a new one.”

“Thought I switch it up a little. Like the ring to it?” The smirk on his lips grew up to a full fledged grin as he equally strode forward, meeting you halfway.

“Certainly not opposed to it.” You teased, your eyes roaming over his chest, admiring the way the fabric stretched across it before looking back up into his glacier blue eyes.

The need to get simply get lost in them tugged at your heartstrings but you held yourself tethering at the edge, trying to keep your composure and this client-seller relationship intact.

“Whatever pleases you, ma'am.” Clay lowered his voice to a gentle whisper, seducing you right away with just his voice before leaning in and pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

The taste of the wine accompanied by that of menthol cigarettes slipped into your mouth alongside his daring tongue stroking across yours, exploring curiously. Fuck, you couldn’t just allow him to sweep you off your feet so easily. There were boundaries that had to be kept at all times but the ones protecting your heart had been crumbling all over the place for weeks now.

You reciprocated the kiss whilst forcefully holding back from pressing your whole front against his. Instead, you teared yourself from the kiss with an artificial smile adorning your face.

“I reckon you want my tongue somewhere else, hm?” Without hesitation Clay followed you out of the kitchen, leaving the bottle of halfway finished wine behind.

“Not only eye candy but smart as well.” You quipped, taking a comfortable seat on your sofa and leaning back whilst spreading your legs and allowing your skirt to ride up your thighs.

“Always at your service, ma'am.” Clay stated, placing himself between you and the sofa table, not breaking eye contact once whilst lowering down on all fours.

“I know, you're such a good boy for me. Now come here and let me forget about that week for a little.” As the words were rolling over your tongue, you felt the heat creep into your face and your cunt throbbing around nothing…for now.

The sight in front of you was one for sore eyes. It had your breath hitching as Clay made his way towards you, nimble fingers shooting up to pull your lace thong to the side. Just the way his fingertips ghosted over your swollen clit elicited a moan to trickle from your lips.

“ ‘M gonna take good care of you.” He cooed, his warm breath breezing over already and thoroughly soaked folds right before leaning in.

“Shut up, boy.” You managed to huff out, the sensation of his tongue parting you until it worked its way up to where you needed it to be taking over rapidly.

It rendered you reckless with desire in mere seconds and thus you didn't hold back from burying your hand in his tied-back hair, dishevelling the bun by shamelessly pulling at it to shove his face into your aching cunt. At that Clay groaned out, the vibrations against your core sending a shiver down your spine. In this instant you couldn't care less about the shitshow that was your workplace this week. Fuck Alice and all the damage control you've had to do because of her. For now all that mattered was Clay's skilled tongue drawing languid circles around your pulsing clit as his lips gingerly closed down around it.

“Feels so fucking good.” You murmured, allowing your head to loll back and your eyes to flutter shut in waves of bliss.

Clay knew how to handle you properly, doubling the pleasure coursing through your veins with two fingers which slid inside of you, caressing, massaging you from the inside in slow, careful strokes just right as you liked them to.

Clay hummed in approval, the full width of his tongue lapping at you, nudging all the right places with each bold lick. This was without a singular doubt the highlight of your week; every Friday at 7pm sharp. No fuzz, no beating around the bush, just blowing off the steam accumulated throughout the week and then both of you moved on with your life's until next week. Absolutely no strings attached, you lied to yourself to keep your face not only towards Clay but to yourself as well. Meaningless banter, an orgasm, a few hundred bucks and then dash. Uncomplicated unlike an actual relationship you had no time for anyways.

“Uh-Huh, right there.” You sunk deeper into the sofa, your breaths rendering more shallow one by the next one as you sensed the pleasure coaxing you past the point of no return.

Each flick of his tongue brought you closer to ecstasy until you kept yourself from holding it together and instead plunged right into the fireworks going off from every nerve ending in your body. Not really giving a damn about his ability to catch a breath, you shoved Clay's face against you, rocking your hips at his tongue as you rode your orgasm until the very last contraction ebbed away and left you satisfied.

“Delivered as always.” You pulled Clay off of you by his bun, astray strands of wavy hair falling into his face as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“My pleasure.” He returned as he pulled your thong back into place before straightening up again.

The both of you exchanged quick glances, you nodded your head towards the shelf, gesturing towards the envelope.

“There's a little extra for you in there.” You pulled your skirt back down as the words suggested to him that it was time to leave now.

“Oh, you spoil me, ma'am.” Clay took the notion and turned to leave you to your weekend.

"Outstanding performance deserves recognition.” Your eyes followed his every step and, before you could push it right back where it was meant to stay, your stomach dropped in a surge of longing.

The need to have him stay, to curl up next to him whilst dozing off in post-orgasmic bliss took the reign for a split second.

“See you in a week, handsome.” You forced the words out of you to snap back into the reality of things.

“Looking forward to it.” Clay blew you a kiss before he threw the door shut on his way out.

#clay roach #clay roach smut #clay roach x reader #rory culkin #city on a hill #rory culkin fanfic

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nephriteknight · 2 months

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Thoughts on Daggerheart!!

I'll admit I haven't really been following it until today, but after watching the videos released today I got very excited and ended up building a character and reading a lot of the book, as I am wont to do (might post about them later lol).

Now, full disclosure, I wouldn't say I'm all that familiar with the TTRPG space outside of D&D, so take my opinions with a grain of salt. That said, I've played D&D, Wanderhome, Alice is Missing, and the fan-made Hollow Knight TTRPG, and I've watched some AP of Kids on Bikes, Call of Cthulhu, Monsterhearts, and Candela Obscura, which is a longer list than I was expecting. Huh. Anyways, my thoughts!

I really like the duality dice! It's such an interesting way to do mixed success that incorporates story/character into mechanics, which is great.

Related to that, I also like Hope as a fluid resource, and I think that Fear is a nice way to both prompt GM action and to just create a fun sense of dread as the GM takes more tokens

The lack of turn order/action economy is... cool, and a really interesting idea, but my thoughts on this are complicated. As we're seeing in the oneshot right now, it really helps to keep combat as part of the story and give the players and GM room for creativity. (For example, Bunnie describing a counterstrike as part of her dodge, and being able to take it as soon as the GM's turn is over, as well as the tag team feature, which is very cool.) That said, I think this mechanic might not work so well with less experienced or less confident players, who might have trouble taking the initiative (heh) to act in combat (I know I certainly would if I wasn't playing with close friends). That's not really a criticism though -- this is a collaborative storytelling game, and part of playing it is making big moves and taking turns guiding the story. If that's not for you, then you might prefer a different system, which is fine! I think this mechanic has the potential to be really, really dope, but I also think it's the bit that has the most potential to go poorly in my eyes.

The art, design, and general aesthetic feel of this game are so unbelievably up my alley. I love it. That's all.

I'm excited to see that they're working on mechanics for playing disabled characters, but since they aren't out yet I can't really comment. (I did notice that the character in the bard art is in a wheelchair, which is dope.) Also, as others have noted, Daggerheart uses "heritage" and "ancestry" rather than "race", which is a small but good choice.

Personally, I also really like the choice to move away from precise measurements of distance and gold. This one is very much a personal preference, and I know some people will rightfully disagree, but I like it! As a DM, trying to determine the appropriate costs and rewards for things has always been a headache, and this seems much easier to manage; measuring distances with convenient and tangible measurements like the short side of a playing card or the length of a piece of paper also feels much easier to use.

The downtime mechanics are great! Each of the activities you can take prompts you to describe how you heal yourself or another, destress, repair armor, or prepare yourself for what's ahead, which really encourages quieter character moments both introspectively and with others. I'm a big fan of this. This combining of role play and mechanics is also present in other features, such as one of the major level 1 healing abilities, which is more effective if you spend the time it takes to cast learning something new about the person you're healing or sharing something about yourself.

I didn't look at this too closely because I was just making a character for fun and don't have a party to play with, but as part of character creation you're given questions about your relationships to your party members to answer. Wanderhome also has these, and they were MASSIVELY successful in creating depth and meaningful connections between players -- after our table's session zero I was already so invested in all our characters, and when we actually played them they really came to life. I haven't looked to closely at Daggerhearts version of this, but I'm very excited to see them.

The experience mechanic seems really fun and creative, and I especially like the idea of using a phrase rather than something specific. That said, when I played the Hollow Knight TTRPG, which also lets players create their own skills, the open endedness of it was more confusing than inspiring, and there was a lot of potential for a usefulness disparity between players. I do think Daggerheart explains it better, though, and limiting the use of experience with a Hope cost helps to counteract any choices that might be too broad, so hopefully it will work better

I probably have more thoughts, but it getting late and I have a headache, so that's all I'm saying for now :D

Overall, Daggerheart has combined a lot of things I've liked in other games with promising mechanics I haven't seen before, and I'm very excited to try it out. I'm now realizing that I just made a list of things I like without any negative feedback, which isn't what I wanted to do, but I'm not really sure what to criticize without having played it myself.

I'm most curious to see how the non-initiative mechanic works; it has the potential to be a really excellent solve for a major problem in D&D (plenty of people have talked about how initiative limits teamwork, can be boring when its not your turn, etc, so I won't get into it here), but I don't think it's a solution that will work for everyone. Of course, games can't work for everyone, and shouldn't try to. It's working really well on CR's oneshot as I write this, but making choices and sharing spotlight in TTRPGs is literally their job, so I'm not surprised this works for them. I could see this going really well with some tables I've played with, and really poorly with others. I'm still really optimistic, though; it seems like the kind of thing that with the right table could be really excellent.

#you know its not the point of this post but im gonna say it anyways: highly recommend wanderhome #good game; thank you saltzman for recommending it #daggerheart #critical role #table top role playing game #ttrpg

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lilacmingi · 4 months

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 2: JIMIN

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or my works

Pairing: Tweedle!Jimin x fem reader

Word count: 2,286

The pounding of your heart was so loud it's all you could hear as the man emerged from his hiding place in the cluster of towering plants. Stepping out onto the pathway was a rather innocent-looking man with honey blonde hair and gentle features. Round eyes, a button nose, and puffy, pink lips akin to the delicate petals of a flower. He donned a black and white striped shirt that hung off his shoulders, showing off his prominent collarbones and a pair of dark red shorts. Like Jungkook, this man was incredibly handsome as well. His visuals were breathtaking, like he had been sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

"Jimin." The man beside you vocalized in mild surprise, his body relaxing now that he knew there was nothing to worry about.

"Oh! Hello." The stranger responded, smoothing out his shirt and dusting off any leaves that clung to the fabric. "I haven't seen you around today."

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asked.

"I was running away from the bandersnatch and needed somewhere to hide. Who's this?" He gestured towards you.

"This is Y/n."

Jimin's brows raised. "The Y/n?"

"The very same." Jungkook not-so-discreetly pulled you towards him, not liking the way his friend's eyes glimmered like that of a hungry animal.

"Ah. She grew up nicely." The blonde noted aloud, a small smirk pulling at his full lips while his eyes shamelessly raked down your figure.

Admittedly, you felt the slightest bit flustered under his gaze, not used to being so obviously (and brazenly) ogled at.

"Well, this is certainly a nice surprise. What brings you back here?" Jimin inquired, taking a step forward.

"Back off." Jungkook warned. "I was sent to bring her here."

"Oh?" Jimin's brow twitched in interest. "Why don't I tag along? I can keep you company."

"No thank you. I've got this under control." Jungkook responded briskly. "It was my job to fetch her, so I'll be the one taking her to the Hatter."

"You don't want extra protection? What if something happens to her on the way? Two is better than one, you know."

"Again, I've got this under control. Besides, if you tag along you'll just be a nuisance."

"Hey!" Jimin grabbed onto Jungkook's ear, pulling on it harshly.

"Ow!" He hissed.

"I was born before you. Have a little respect for your elders."

"Okay, okay! Ouch! Let go of me."

"You'd better be grateful I didn't pull on your precious bunny ears." Jimin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jungkook merely grumbled in response, rubbing his ear which was pink from the tight grip Jimin had on it.

The blonde then turned to you with a smile.

"It's a pleasure to see you here again." He bowed and took hold of your hand, placing a gentle kiss to the top of it, the action sending a light rush of heat across the apples of your cheeks.

"Ah. Yes, I'm sure it is."

"Where's the other one?" Jungkook asked, changing the subject and providing a good distraction so you could calm your racing heart.

"Oh. I don't know." Jimin shrugged.

"Other one?" You echoed.

"Jimin has a twin but no one ever sees him."

"Ever?"

"No. He's always off somewhere." Jungkook explained. "I only ever caught a glimpse of the back of his head."

Strange. You thought. Then again, everything here was strange.

"We need to make haste and get Y/n to the Hatter before the bandersnatch finds us. If that thing catches our scent we're dead."

"So you're letting me tag along?" Jimin's eyes glimmered with hope.

"If Y/n is okay with it then I suppose I can't argue." Jungkook sighed.

"The more the merrier." You smiled.

"Perfect! Right this way, milady." Jimin bowed, holding his hand out.

You accepted his offer, reaching out to take hold of his hand, allowing him to walk by your side as your journey continued.

"I'm glad you allowed me to tag along or else this little walk would be a bore."

"I beg your pardon?" Jungkook turned his head towards the older male, taking offense to his unprovoked comment.

"Oh come on." He chuckled. "You're about as interesting as a game of croquet with the Red King."

Pure rage burned behind Jungkook's once friendly eyes, the jab clearly striking a nerve for the bunny hybrid.

"This is why I didn't want you here. You always harass me and it irritates me to no end."

"I'm just teasing. Jeez you're so uptight."

"I'm not uptight."

"Hey, I have a question." You spoke up, hoping to distract the two and de-escalate the situation.

"Yes?" The two men turned to you, speaking in unison.

"Can't we just teleport to the Hatter?"

The two shared a look.

"Teleport?" Jimin echoed.

"Yeah. This is a dream, right? Anything is possible in dreams."

Again, Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other, a mildly concerned expression etched into both their features.

"Do you really think this is a dream?" Jungkook inquired.

"Yes. It has to be. There's no logical explanation to any of the things that have happened so far."

"I'm not sure how you came to that conclusion, but this is real." Jimin told you, his tone even and his gaze unwavering.

Come to think of it, every emotion you've felt since falling down the rabbit hole was very much real, though to be fair, some dreams are like that. They're so vivid that they feel as if you're actually experiencing them until you finally wake up and realize it was all in your head. Except you haven't woken up yet. You were quick to pinch your arm as hard as you possibly could with your free hand, wincing at the pain that shot up your arm.

"This is real?" Your voice came out much weaker than you intended.

"Of course it is, silly." Jimin chuckled, ruffling your hair. "I don't know why you're so surprised."

Now you just felt stupid. Of course this was real. Everything felt real but you were in denial, unable to accept the fact that you'd been walking beside a man with literal bunny ears and got chased by quite possibly the most frightening creature you'd ever seen. A creature that you knew didn't exist in your world. So now what? You're in some place called Wonderland that you've supposedly visited before yet you have no recollection whatsoever of being in a place like this. Oh and also there's some guy called the Red King who send that bander-thing after you.

You blinked a few times, bringing yourself back to the present before your thoughts could get too carried away. The last thing you wanted was to have a mental breakdown in front of these two.

In an attempt to distract yourself, your gaze traveled down to yours and Jimin's intertwined hands, taking notice of his adorable little fingers.

"Your fingers are so cute." You voiced your thoughts aloud.

"Are they?" He grinned.

"They are."

"You two should compare pinkies." Jungkook nudged you. "He gets embarrassed."

Now that he had brought it up, your curiosity was piqued.

"Is that okay with you, Jimin?" You asked.

"Of course. Anything for you."

He released your hand, holding his pinkie out as you mirrored his actions. An unintentional giggle left you when you saw the size difference. Jimin had possibly the cutest pinkie you'd ever seen in your life. It was short, pudgy, and oh-so-adorable. His cheeks turned a deep shade of pink at your reaction.

"I know." He murmured, lowering his head to hide his rosy cheeks that now resembled strawberry mochi.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was off to the side snickering at his friend.

You nudged Jimin. "It's cute."

"Thanks. I don't like my hands all that much. They're not manly enough."

"Ah that doesn't matter." You waved a dismissive hand. "Being manly is overrated, anyway."

"It is?"

"Sure. Being yourself is all that matters. Plus, you can't change the way your hands or fingers look. That's how you were born."

Jimin's eyes glimmered, his heart melting at your words. You're just as sweet as he remembered.

Jungkook cleared his throat, gaining your attention and causing you to look over at him.

"Aw someone's jealous." Jimin had a smug smirk on his face.

"I'm not." Jungkook denied.

You reached out and took hold of his hand. "I can hold two hands at once. No need to be jealous."

He cracked a small smile. "Thanks. You're just as kind as you were back then."

"I wish I could remember it."

Jimin's expression fell immediately. "What? She doesn't remember coming here?" He asked looking at Jungkook. "You don't remember coming here?" He pointed the question at you this time.

"Unfortunately no."

"Ah." He frowned. "That's a shame."

"It was a long time ago. That's probably why I don't remember. Then again, I'm not sure how I could possibly forget a place like this."

"There's no use worrying about it. It can't be helped. Maybe it'll come back to you eventually." Jimin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, offering you a warm smile.

"I hope so."

Silence fell over the group as you walked along the cobblestone path, the quietude punctuated by the sounds of your shoes thumping softly against the flat rocks.

Why couldn't you remember coming here years ago? Was it that irrelevant? Surely not. You couldn't seem to understand how you could possibly forget a place like Wonderland. It's strange creatures, colorful plants, and hybrid inhabitants are something you'd like to think you'd never cease to remember.

"Y/n?" Jimin's soft voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Hm?"

"You okay? You had this distant look on your face."

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just trying to figure out how I could've forgotten this place."

"Don't worry about that right now." Jungkook said. "Like Jimin said, it might come back to you. And being around familiar things could eventually jog your memory."

"Right." You nodded. "So how long until we get to this Hatter?"

"It's gonna be a while longer." Jungkook informed you. "Sorry."

"Are you alright? Are your legs tired? Do you need me to carry you?" Jimin asked.

"You couldn't carry her, but I could. Have you seen these guns?" Jungkook flexed his free arm.

"We can't see because of your lame tailcoat." Jimin shot back. "Plus, I'm fit. I can carry people." He puffed out his chest.

"I'm fine." You assured them. "My legs aren't hurting or anything."

"Very well then. If your legs or feet get sore let me know." Jimin said.

"Let me know too." Jungkook added.

"I will."

These guys have lost their minds. You thought. Why are they being so protective of me?

A loud thump that rumbled the ground beneath your feet caused all three of you to stumble and nearly fall, a distant roar making your heart drop.

"Oh no." Jungkook's face visibly paled. "The bandersnatch found us."

"Hide!" Jimin shouted and pulled the both of you into the tall plants lining the path.

"What if it gets me this time?" You asked worriedly, your hands beginning to tremble.

Now that you knew this was reality, the fear you felt earlier had tripled. The realization that you could die dawned on you in that moment.

"It won't." Jimin assured you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

He surprised you by placing a kiss on your forehead and started to run his fingers through your hair in and attempt to soothe you. Scared out of your wits, you buried your face into his chest and squeezed your eyes shut, a small part of you hoping that this really was a dream, though you knew better.

Another pair of arms wrapped around you and upon a quick glance over your shoulder you saw it was Jungkook.

"It'll be okay." He assured you. "Jimin and I won't let anything happen to you. You have my word."

You nodded, your fearful eyes following the bandersnatch that was now in your line of sight, sniffing the air to catch a whiff of your scent. As it moved closer you tried your best not to scream.

"Y/n." Jungkook grabbed your shoulders, turning you to face him. "You have to go on alone."

"What? Why?"

"It's gonna get you if you stay."

"No." You shook your head. "How am I supposed to navigate this place on my own?"

"You'll find your way."

"What about you and Jimin?"

"We'll be fine. We can take care of ourselves."

You looked to Jimin for reassurance.

"Jungkook is right."

Jimin pulled a slingshot from his back pocket and snagged some rocks from the dirt and grass below, loading one into the pocket.

"Y/n." Jungkook pulled his chained pocket watch out. "On the count of three, run."

"I don't know if I can do this."

"You can." Jungkook assured you while swinging the watch around to gain momentum. "Run and don't look back."

"You'll be okay." Jimin added, kissing your cheek.

"Y/n, you ready?" Jungkook's asked, glancing over his shoulder.

You nodded, swallowing even though your mouth was dry as a bone.

"One."

The bandersnatch grew closer.

"Two."

You sucked in a deep breath and prepared to make a run for it.

"I guess this is goodbye for now. Maybe we'll see each other around."

"I hope so." Jimin said.

"Three."

Jungkook leapt from the plants, swinging his pocket watch and hitting the bandersnatch directly in the eye while Jimin started launching rocks at the beast, reloading the slingshot in the blink of an eye. You took this as your opportunity to flee, scrambling to your feet and bolting down the path, not bothering to look back.

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Ch.94 - Ghost the Brat Tamer

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The dining room in the lodge was full - having to bring in extra chairs in order to seat everyone in both Kiera's family and Simon's.

Although the family was together, Simon couldn't help but briefly feel overwhelmed with the swarm of familiar faces as they all sat at the table to mingle before the women would bring in the dinner. Simon couldn't quite agree with waiting at the table along with the other men for the food, but Kiera assured him that it was something both she and her mother enjoyed as well as teasing him that "nothing went wrong when the women of the house served the food".

Kiera took notice of this and gently cupped his knee with her palm under the table, feeling the halt of his tapping leg after feeling her touch. With his hand resting on top of hers, he found himself merely calming down at her touch. "I'm going to go help mom." She whispered, her hand now resting on his shoulder before she excused herself from the table and towards the kitchen with her mother and Price's wife, Alice.

"Kiera, darling!" Alice smiled, opening her arms to embrace her. "I'm so happy to see you! This place is beautiful!"

"I'm so glad you made it!" She smiled into the woman's shoulder. "I was worried your flight was delayed because of the holidays."

She laughed, "Well, knowing my husband, he was sure to get me to schedule my flight early as well as the earliest time in the morning so that if it did delay, I'd still be here a day early."

"I'm surprised he didn't go and get you himself." She poked.

"Believe me, I'm sure he's thought about it!" She giggled. "So, what presentation can I grab to take to the table?"

"I'm finishing up the turkey now," Eva replied, taking a quick glance towards Jacob and Evie that were in their chairs, smiling at their perfection. I can't wait to spoil you two like eggs! She hummed to herself. "The potatoes and green beans are done."

"Great! I'll go ahead and take them to the table."

"Thank you so much," Eva smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. "Just keep the sides away from that husband of mine. He's notorious for trying to sneak an early bite."

"Heavens, I'll have to put them towards the middle because my husband tries to do the same thing too!" Alice laughed.

"We might as well take it all out at one time, because I wouldn't put it past Johnny to try and sneak a bite, too. He's towards the middle of the table and my dad and Price are on the end." Kiera added.

"I'm sure Simon wouldn't let Johnny considering he has that established death glare with him, sweetheart." Eva giggled.

"I don't know about that. He's too busy keeping an eye on that boy."

"How's the young man doing?"

"He's improved a lot," Kiera relieved. "He and Simon had a rough start, but he's growing on him."

"You mean Simon is growing on him?" Eva questioned, confused.

"No, Baler is growing on Simon," She corrected. "They're just alike."

"You know, I was just thinking that little Baler and Simon have similarities."

Kiera hummed in agreement, glancing towards the dining room to make direct with Simon who had been staring - admiring - at her. She wasn't sure what he was thinking about when she caught him staring, but she couldn't overlook the gleam of lust behind those brown eyes of his. She smirked at him, getting out of her mother's line of sight before removing her phone from her jacket pocket, purposely sending Simon a rather suggestive image of herself she had taken and meant to send to him, but she was glad she waited until now to send it, knowing she was continuing the dangerous dance of lust.

She watched him look at his phone, concealing it under the table as a part of him knew she had sent him something only his eyes needed to see.

Breathing heavily through his nose, he knew he was going to rail her twice as long for teasing him - especially having the nerve to test his intimate patience while in an area where he couldn't express it. Bloody lass is going to be begging me to let her come, he huffed to himself, knowing he and Kiera shared the same heavy desire towards each other courtesy of their playful teasing hours prior.

Although it was completely unexpected that the Thanksgiving dinner took longer than expected as judged from the year prior, Simon and Kiera ended up heading back home a quarter until one a.m. "Sir, can I sleep in the bunkhouse tonight?" Baler asked suddenly, catching the couple off guard.

"Why?"

He gulped in nervousness, "I know it's late, but with the holiday I figured I'd sleep in the bunkhouse and get started early with chores..."

"Why don't you want to sleep here?" Kiera questioned, her brows furrowed in concern as she suddenly felt like Baler didn't want to be in their household.

"Honestly," He sighed. "That couch is very comfortable and I'm afraid I'll oversleep where I don't have an alarm clock. I figured if I slept in the bunkhouse, I'll be up when the wranglers do and won't get behind."

Kiera shrugged, "I respect your responsibility, honey. If that's what you want to do."

"I'll take you down there." Simon responded, holding Evie close to his chest as Kiera did the same with Jacob, keeping their small bodies secured within the warmth of their blankets.

"O-Okay. Thank you."

You just did yourself a favor, lad, Simon mused, strongly resisting a smirk as Baler had unconsciously saved himself from possibly having to hear the couple's unedifying and extended withholding from each other. "Just give us a minute to put them to bed and I'll take you down there."

"Okay. I'll wait on the couch."

Simon followed behind Kiera on the way to the nursery, watching her lay Jacob's drowsy body into his crib, smiling at how he nursed on his pacifier with heavy eyelids. However, Evie wasn't as easy to put down for bed as she grew to grow restless after being carried. "She's probably hungry, babe. I'll get her settled while you take Baler to the bunkhouse."

He nodded, handing Evie to her mother before his hands found their way to her hips, squeezing slightly as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head, "I didn't forget about that stunt you pulled at dinner."

She blushed, "Oh... My phone must've been acting up and sent that picture by accident."

"No, I think you were acting up, love," He breathed against her hair. "Don't be a brat about it."

"I might just be a brat," She giggled. "You won't do anything about it."

He sighed heavily through his nostrils, "You'll see."

"Should I break out the burn creme from my hospital days for when you tie me up?" She teased.

"Negative, love," He smirked against her head. "I won't tie 'em too tight."

"Oh, so you're planning on tying me up now?" She arched her brow.

"If you want me to. I know plenty of knots and have a couple in mind to brat tame your arse."

"I look forward to it. I'll make up a safe word while you're gone." She teased while moving to the rocking chair, sitting down slowly while holding Evie close to her chest.

"You'll need one." He huffed playfully before exiting the room to take Baler to the bunkhouse, knowing that if he stayed in her presence any longer, he knew he wouldn't be able to hide his arousal unless he was able to do something about it.

After taking Baler to the bunkhouse, Simon found himself rushing to get back to the house knowing that he and Kiera could finally be alone.

His first stop was to the nursery, glancing in the dimly lit room to see if she was still in the rocking chair. Seeing that both babies were in their cribs, Evie making small little noises as she nursed on her pacifier, he was satisfied that they were tucked in and comfortable before continuing his pursuit of his partner.

Their bedroom was dimly lit by the single lamp on the nightstand as Kiera sat on the edge of the bed with a silk robe clinging to her shoulders. He breathed heavily through his nose at the sight of her. "I had some trouble making up a safe word," She breathed a giggle. "I wasn't sure if you were serious or not..."

"I was dead serious, love," He replied, standing in front of her and reaching out to cup her jaw. "Only if you want to."

"I want to, but I'm nervous..."

"That's when you leave it to me." He breathed, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her cheek.

"How rough are going to get rough with me?" She asked nervously.

"Depends on how rough you want me to, love," He assured her. "This ball is in your court when it comes to this."

She nodded, peering her tongue from between her lips, "I'm ready."

"I have another question for you."

"Hm?"

He leant over her to gently push her body down onto the bed with his torso, caging her between his arms while her legs instinctively went to wrap around his waist. "I can get rougher than what I've done with you before..."

"That wasn't a question?" She giggled, pressing a kiss to his hot lips.

"I was getting to it, but you're distracting me."

"I'm sorry," She smiled. "What were you going to ask? If I wanted Simon or Ghost to put me in my place?"

"Such a good mind reader, love." He smirked.

"I knew it," She hummed. "I think Simon gets minorly rough, but Ghost? Fuck, I'm in for it."

"Well?" He arched his brow.

"I think Ghost can handle putting me in my place," She giggled, thoroughly excited for it. "Simon wants to, but I know he'll feel bad." She continued, talking to him in third person.

"What makes you think that?"

"Just an assumption, babe."

He breathed a chuckle, "Well, if that's what you want, I'll gladly comply."

"I want you to do what you want to me." She said sternly, a gleam of confidence in her eyes at the desire he made her fantasize about. With him, she had managed to void the haunting and traumatizing thoughts of what had happened to her in her past as well as after the hijacking and hostage situation in Urzikstan. She trusted Simon with her entire life - multiple times over if she could.

Simon knew he couldn't do everything he wanted when it came to playing rough, sincerely wanting to avoid making her uncomfortable or hurting her in any way, especially where he knew she was still mentally recovering from the trauma she and many other women endured during their time held hostage. A part of him felt that she was asking him to be rough with her as a way of healing - a way of trusting him with her body as she knew he would never take advantage of her in any way.

Especially intimately.

"In that case, have you thought about a safe word yet?" He spoke lowly into her ear, satisfied at feeling her shiver under him by his words alone.

She shook her head and licked her lips out of nervousness.

"How about red? You can remember red, right?" He snickered, watching her nod in agreement. "Good girl. Give me your hands." He continued, watching her do as she was told while he moved his body to stand at the edge of the bed, bringing her up by her hands and moving them to where her palms pressed against his stomach. "Keep them there."

She nodded, breathing in excitement as she watched him remove his belt and gently twisting it to where it secured her wrists together while her palms still pressed against the hard muscle of his abdomen, her eyes widening with lust when his right hand clasped gently against her neck, forcing her gaze to peer up at him, seeing Simon's eyes darkening at the sight of her doe eyes staring up at him. He studied her face for any discomfort before continuing, keeping an prominent note of her body language before he did anything else. Seeing that she was rather excited instead of uncomfortable, he reached down to tuck at the silk belt that kept her robe clasped shut, untying it with one hand and releasing it from the loops on the robe that kept the belt in place, breathing heavily as its front clung to her breasts, revealing only to him those two perfect mounds that drove him wild at the sight alone.

Running the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip, he then used both of his hands to slowly and gently place the silk belt around her eyes, tying it together at the crown of her head before his hands cupped her face, "This is only the beginning, love." He breathed.

"Is it crazy how I was expecting you to push me down on this bed and gut me from the inside?" She giggled. "I was kind of excited for that."

"You need to walk before you run, sweetheart. You have a long night ahead of you."

Her breath hitched at his proposal as her tongue slipped from her mouth to nervously lick her bottom lip. "I look forward to it."

"Such a cocky little minx, yeah?" He chuckled, watching her nod in agreement as well as growing immensely excited at his mild degrading. "On your knees."

"Okay-" She said nervously.

"It's not okay," Simon warned, arching his brow.

She giggled, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl," He praised, gently grasping her upper arm as he helped her move into position, looking down at her while she willingly sat on her heels and kept her bound wrists in her lap. She heard the zipper on his jeans move as well as felt his presence step closer to her, feeling the tip of his cock press against her lips. She couldn't help but pucker her lips against his aching head, tasting the semi-sweet taste of his precum flood her desire even more. "Open your mouth," He breathed, grasping her hair and moving her head back. "Flatten your tongue."

He shivered while he watched the head of his cock disappear between her teeth, feeling the roof of her mouth with his sensitive tip, gently pushing forward only to feel her throat constrict briefly as well as her body's natural instinct to pull away, except the grip from Simon's hand on her head prevented her from doing so. "What's wrong, love? Too big for you?" He mocked, watching the corners of her mouth curl into an exciting smirk. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You can take it. Open wider." He directed, using his other hand to clasp the bottom of her jaw, the pad of his thumb against her chin as she relaxed against his touch, flattening her tongue under his cock and his tip protruding past the tight muscle of her throat. "Your tongue is bloody perfect," He growled. "All fucking mine."

Slowly, he began moving her head against his cock, keeping a sharp eye on her for any trace of discomfort as he truly didn't want to ruin this type of play for her, letting her take it at her own pace, except Simon saw himself as coaching her through it instead of forcing her. She moaned against his length, the vibrations from her mouth making his cock twitch. Simon couldn't help but lean his head back at the sensation from her perfect mouth, letting her take her time with pleasing him with her tongue. He soon felt her hands pressing against his thighs. Looking down, he had realized that she had released her hands from the restraint of the belt he had loosely tied around her wrists - only loosely tying them for her own good as triggering a stress habit was the most of his worries when it came to this type of intimate encounter with her. Once Kiera had realized he saw she pulled her hands free, her lips curled into a smirk before she heard him speak, "Looks like I'll have to tighten that up, yeah?"

He let her pull her head away from his cock, tilting her head up as if she were looking at him, although Simon perfectly pictured those perfect hazel eyes through the silk of the makeshift blindfold, "More like you have to work on your binding skills. You made it too easy, babe."

"You have a knack for talking your shite, love." He scoffed.

"What're you going to do about it?" Her brow arched.

"I got something to shut that mouth up," He growled lowly, cupping the crown of her skull and returning his cock into her mouth, feeling her giggle against him before her throat seemed to relax against his length, welcoming him in further down against her tongue. "Much better."

The next several minutes was pure bliss for him as she managed to twist her tongue perfectly against the bottom of his shaft as well as applying the right amount of suction by hollowing her cheeks. Using the grip he had on her hair to move her head against him, he stilled after a few minutes, filling her mouth with his hot spend before pulling her head back by her hair, "Open your mouth," He directed, groaning as he watched her do as she was told. "Swallow it."

She swallowed without a second thought, licking her lips clean before he helped her to her feet by gently grasping her neck while letting her hands clasp against his forearms for support before he slowly pushed her down onto the bed with his body, smirking at how the robe completely revealed her body for him. "Look at you," He breathed. "You were fucking ready for me when I got back."

"How could I not?" She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck only for him to pin her hands by her head.

"I haven't given you permission to touch me yet," He warned. "And by the way, although you are completely stunning in this, it's going to be a shame that it'll be unable to wear again after I'm done."

"Lace doesn't rip so easily, Simon..." She giggled, moaning once his lips came in contact with her neck just below her ear.

"Probably not, but I know it cuts rather easily."

She shivered at his words, relaxing against his touch as his right hand delicately traced along the smooth skin of her leg and up her thigh, tracing up against her side and gently cupping her left breast. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist and pull him closer to her, feeling his semi-hard cock against her hot core, begging him to stretch her around him. "Not so fast, love," He groaned. "You haven't earned it yet."

"I think I've earned it since you put a ring on my finger." She giggled.

"Oh, I've been all yours since before I did that," He smirked. "As for right now, you haven't earned it yet for teasing me all day."

"Silly me." She poked, smiling when she felt his left hand clasp her wrists together.

"Don't move," He said, leaving the bed to retrieve his belt that she left on the floor before walking around to the side of the bed to grasp her wrists and bind them back together and buckling the belt around the headboard. "Be careful when you try to pull yourself out of these this time. They'll bite."

"So do I." She giggled.

He huffed, "Well, sink those pretty teeth into me all you like, sweetheart."

She shivered when she felt his presence grow distant from her. Not being able to see him due to the makeshift blindfold, she grew slightly nervous when she realized he had briefly exited the room, returning after a couple of minutes and feeling his presence next to the bed. "Nervous?" He chuckled, grasping a chunk of ice from the glass he brought with him.

"No." She shook her head.

"Good. Last thing I want is for you to feel like you should be nervous around me."

She licked her lips, feeling his lips coming close to hers and willingly welcoming his kiss, shuttering at the taste of wine filling her mouth. She gasped after she swallowed, feeling his lips making a trail of their own against her neck, between her breasts, and down to her abdomen, the ice between his teeth leaving a cold trail against her skin. She couldn't help but pull at her restraints when she felt his hot breath fanning over her core, feeling the tip of his nose against her lace underwear, anticipating the sensation of his lips surrounding her clit. Unaware that his eyes were locked on her from between her legs, she gasped when she felt the tip of his tongue dance against her aching clit against the lace fabric of her underwear. She moaned at the sensation, desperately pulling at her restraints to lock her fingers through his hair, but she had no luck.

With a smirk, he curled his index finger around her underwear, feeling her anticipation against his finger, chuckling at how she arched her hips against his touch, desperate for friction to satisfy herself. "The more you keep begging for it, the longer I'm going to tease you." He warned.

She groaned, "Please, I need you!"

"Such an impatient minx you are. You'll be lucky to just get the tip."

Huffing, she relaxed against him, knowing he was going to continue teasing her with just the tip of his tongue, assuming that he enjoyed giving her this sexual torture by how he fanned his breath over her clit and only kissing around her vulva and against her labia, purposely not giving any attention to the areas she desperately wanted touched the most. He moved her leg to where it rested against his shoulder, using the leverage to her advantage to move her hips upward against his mouth, giggling when he snaked his arm above her waist to pin her back down on the bed. "Pushing your luck, sweetheart."

"Worth it."

He shook his head against her thigh, barely coaxing his index finger past her folds and curling upwards, finding the spongy material of her g-spot. "I knew you'd let me have it." She teased, her smirk fading once he pulled his finger away and out of her.

"What was that?" He arched his brow, moving the fabric of her underwear back over her core and leaning up to bring his soaked index finger towards her mouth, satisfied that she willingly accepted by letting his finger enter between her lips. "Lick it clean." He ordered. Do I always taste this sweet? She wondered.

He pressed the weight of his hips between her legs, feeling her moan at the sensation as his aching head was only centimeters away from her core, knowing that he'd be able to effortlessly slip in if he kept gently rolling his hips against her.

He let her roll her hips into him while he kissed her neck with pure excitement, unable to refrain a groan of his own when he felt the head of his cock slipping towards her core with every roll of his hips, the fabric of her lace underwear moving to the side with every roll.

Eventually, the head of his cock slid in slowly, feeling her wince in his ear at the welcoming stretch his length always gave her. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist and squeeze, desperate to pull him fully into her. "Not so fast," He groaned. "Just the tip, love."

She huffed in frustration, continuing to squeeze her legs around him anyway just for him to clamp his hand around her neck - a warning. "You know you want to." She begged, licking her lips.

He smirked against her neck before his lips found their way to hers and forcing his hips to stop, "I want to fuck you absolutely blind, love."

"Then do it."

"Careful what you wish for." He grumbled against her lips, pulling away to sit back on his knees, grasping her hips and forcefully turning her over to where she was bent over in doggystyle. He removed his pocketknife and cut the lace underwear from her hips and tossed them to the side. When he felt her lean back towards him, he couldn't help but swat her ass harshly before he lined himself up with her entrance, waiting a few moments to give him another reason to spank her again.

She licked her lips with excitement, leaning her rear towards him again just to feel him slap her ass again, "Am I making you angry, sir?" She giggled.

"Not in the slightest," He grumbled, grasping both of her cheeks with his massive hands, holding her still before he slowly entered her, forcing himself to hold back just how rough he could get until she took him with ease, knowing the stretch he always gave her could be uncomfortable, no matter how many times he had gotten rough before. She gasped at the sensation, naturally arching her back while her walls couldn't help but constrict around him. He nearly lost himself right then and there, but he refrained. "Fucking hell, love." He grumbled.

"What?"

"Always so fucking tight for me." He winced, squeezing her ass in his hands while he began to thrust slowly for a few strokes, knowing she was purposely squeezing her walls against him to test his patience for a desired release.

Once he felt her relax against him, his thrusts began to grow into rough strokes, bottoming out every time as he swore he could feel her cervix. Her moans were loud and quick, making Simon wonder if he was hurting her with the force of his powerful hips, but when he saw that she was equally as excited, he continued.

Soon, his hands trailed along her scarred back before stopping at her shoulders - his left hand grasping her hair at their roots while the other clamped down on her shoulder, holding her still while he continued rutting ruthlessly into her, that same hand that clamped on her shoulder reaching up to cover her mouth, "Can't be making too much noise, love," He breathed into her ear. She moaned into his palm, pressing her lips against him before his fingers curled into her mouth, groaning when he felt her suck his fingers while he continued to thrust. "Get those fingers nice and wet for me, sweetheart."

She moaned in reply when she felt him still briefly, letting go of her hair and removing his fingers from her mouth, her body tensing when she felt his index and middle finger trailing the column of her back and stopping at her ass. She then knew what he meant by getting his fingers wet. In truth, she was scared of letting him enter her there as she had never done it willingly before as well as it being something that was ruined for her by her assailants, but she forced herself to trust him and take it as something that she could grow to enjoy as she knew that Simon wouldn't take advantage of her like that.

With that thought, she began to grow excited for the new sensation.

A small gasp left her lips when she felt his index finger slowly enter her anus, adjusting to the sensation. "You alright, love?"

She nodded, relaxing her body against him as he pressed his finger further into her while his cock was still and buried between her slick walls. "Fuck," He winced, excited to enter her there as it was tight against his finger as well as feeling her walls tighten against his cock. "Do you want me to fuck you here?"

"Yes, sir." She nodded, licking her lips, hoping Simon wouldn't recognize the nervous strain of her voice.

But he noticed.

That's why he used his fingers.

If he were honest, he didn't want to because he knew that it could trigger a stress response from what happened in Urzikstan, but he had remembered that it was the subject of conversation between them at some point when she wanted to talk about having sex again as well as having anal sex with him to help her mentally heal from the experience and wanting to enjoy it. Only with him:

"Simon, can I ask you something?" She asked with her head against his chest, the couple having one of many nights where they both couldn't sleep.

"Anything, love."

"When we... have sex again, I-I think I want to try something."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Um, I've never willingly had, you know, ana-"

"Don't force yourself to do it, love. I don't want to put that pressure on you."

"No, I want to... eventually, but after what happened... I'm afraid I'll ruin it for you."

"You won't ruin anything for me, love," He assured her, rubbing his thumb against her shoulder while pulling her closer against him. "I won't do anything without asking you first. You know that."

"I-I know, but I want to enjoy that at some point, but it hurts."

He knew what she was talking about when she implied it.

"Don't force yourself to talk about it," He breathed. "When you're ready."

"I think I'm ready for it, but I don't know how to enjoy it without being reminded of what happened."

"How about this: I'll start with a finger and if you don't want to, I'll stop," He suggested. "I don't want to do anything you're not ready for, love."

She nodded, "I trust you, Simon. With my life and my body. I know you wouldn't just outright do it without bringing it up to me."

"I never would."

"Remember to use your words with me, love." He reminded her, hoping that she was truly ready for it as it was a big step for her as well as overcoming her trauma.

"Just go slow, babe."

He nodded, removing himself from her and moving his body to where he could reach her nightstand, removing the silicone rabbit vibrator and a bottle of lube from the drawer, deciding to use the vibrator and dildo combo for her own pleasure and the lube for easier penetration when he entered her there. He turned the dildo on its lowest vibration setting, replacing his cock with the toy as the vibrator nestled against her clit, causing her to moan at the sensation, Kiera mentally thanking him for the distraction while she felt the cold sensation of the lubricant against her rectum.

She couldn't help but wince when she felt his shaft slide between her ass, spreading the lubricant all over his cock before he rested the tip against her anus, pressing slightly while keeping a sharp eye on her face, willing to stop if he felt she was uncomfortable. "Ready?"

She nodded, waiting for the sharp pain of him entering when it was rather enjoyable. Slowly, he managed to squeeze the head of his cock into her with slow, even pressure, stopping once he entered just the tip, "Are you okay, love?"

She nodded again.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

"Yes, Simon."

"Good girl. Just relax, the hardest part is almost over." He assured her, pressing in just a bit more before feeling her body tense against him again, her jaw agape as she moaned. Once fully inside, he held himself still as he let her body adjust to the new sensation. "How does it feel?"

"Good," She breathed. "It kind of hurts..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N-No."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Words, love." He reminded her, his voice soft and patient as his thumbs rubbed circles against her ass. He couldn't be rough with his words like earlier - he knew this would be a hard obstacle for her to hurdle over.

And he wasn't going to continue being rough when he knew this, even when she said she wanted him to be rough in the very beginning. For her sake, he wasn't going to do it even when she said so.

"Yes."

"Remember to tell me if I need to stop."

"I will, Simon."

He nodded to himself when he felt her body relax around him, reaching down to increase the vibration on the dildo before beginning to thrust himself slowly into her. He couldn't lie, it felt great for him and he hoped she felt the same amount of pleasure as he did, especially with the combination of a penetrative toy and vibrator against her so she could chase her own high while he did.

He watched her grip on the pillows tighten with every thrust, careful to not snap his hips into her like he did before, ensuring to himself that she was enjoying it more than him, watching her mouth open to release a moan every time he fully sheathed himself inside of her. Her walls tightened around the toy, feeling her stomach tighten as the tidal wave of her orgasm was on the horizon, concentrating on the new sensation to help her achieve her release, forcing herself to focus on Simon and not what happened to her as a part of her didn't want to ruin the new position for him. Judging by his groans, he was growing close to his release as well, his goal of achieving his release with her always in his mind. "How are you feeling?" He asked lowly.

"Good," She breathed. "Harder."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

His thrusting began to pick up pace, increasing the sensation for the pair of them as the toy moved further up into her vagina every time his thighs met the back of hers, her body began to rock against him as the vibrations against her clit began to draw her orgasm closer and closer. Soon, she could barely even remember how painful it was when he first entered her, knowing that her body fully relaxed as she took his length with more excitement than fear. Her body began to tremble as her orgasm took over her, feeling him still as he found his own release, keeping himself sheathed inside of her as his hands moved against her back when she propped herself up. She turned her head, her lips meeting his while his other hand slid the makeshift blindfold from her eyes. "There you are." He smirked, searching her eyes for any trace of discomfort.

She hummed, kissing him again before pressing her chest against the pillows, her arms weak from holding herself up and enjoying the sensation of Simon's warm palms tracing down her back and reaching down to slowly remove the toy from her folds, tossing it to the side before he slowly started to remove his cock from her rectum. "Relax," He spoke. "It may feel uncomfortable."

His eyes never left her face as he pulled himself out slowly, watching her body relax once he was fully out as well as a sigh leaving her lips. He leant down to press a kiss to her temple before releasing her wrists from the belt keeping them against the headboard, "Let's go shower before going to bed, yeah?"

"Okay," She giggled. "What time is it?"

"Almost five."

"Jesus! I'm glad we don't have much to do later."

"I told you that you were going to have a long night ahead of you." He chuckled.

"Yeah, you weren't lying."

"I mean, I can go a few more rounds..."

"Maybe another day!" She giggled.

"You're right, we'll save that for the honeymoon."

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