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leennaan · 4 months

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Alessia Russo// Take on the world pt1

Warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, sickness-corona, it gets a bit angsty at the end, English isn’t my first language so there could be some grammar and spelling mistakes, it got pretty long so I hope you don’t mind

This story is based on the song „Take on the world“ by You me at six. The song gets a bigger role in the next part so if you haven’t heard it before go check it out🙃

The first time that you had met Alessia was in 2019 when you started your Freshman Year at UNC.

Alessia being a Junior and also Captain of the Tar Heels soon took you under her wing.

The two of you became inseparable in a really short time.

The team started to tease you endlessly but you didn’t mind it.

Lotte was the one that made you realize that you felt a bit more than just friendship for Alessia. She came to you after a really intense practice and basically told you to make a move already. And you did. After you ignored her for a week because you got to much into your own head.

Alessia noticed your absence and forced you to speak to her. It was the best thing that she could’ve done.

„Y/N what happend? Did I do something wrong?“ She had cornered you after the last training session of the week.

You just shook your head, painfully aware of how close she was.

„Just say the word. Whatever it is. I can see, see the pain in your eyes. I care for you. You know.“

„I’m sorry. I just… it just got all too much and than Lotte got me thinking… and you are my best friend I don’t want to lose you…“

„Hey hey breath. Look in my eyes, I will never desert you.“

And you did. Her blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something that was reflected in your own. She was just as scared as you.

In that moment you remembered something that your father had said to you when you were younger.

„You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.“

So your took your chance, be damned the consequences.

You leaned in and kissed her, slowly and with out much pressure, prepared for her stepping back or even pushing you away but she didn’t.

Alessia tensed for just a second before she realized what had happened.

She was the one to deepen the kiss, pulling you towards her.

The both of you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your faces, that ultimately made you both stop the kiss.

„You have no idea how long I wanted to do that.“ Said the blonde when you looked at each other again.

She pulled you into a bone crushing hug. Oh how you loved Alessias hugs.

„If I didn’t make myself clear. I really really like you Lessi.“ You whispered in her ear still scared that she was somehow only messing with you.

„I really like you too. Y/n I would love for you to be my girlfriend, i care so much for you.“

Instead of giving her a verbal answer you just leaned in again and kissed her . This time the blonde striker kissed right back. It felt so right. It wasn’t your first kiss, but it felt so much better than any other kiss you had before.

Lotte would later tease the both of you that she was the reason the two of you had got together but she would shut up when the two of you started to kiss each other in front of her.

„Alright alright I stop, I don’t need to see the two of you shoving each other’s tongue down the other’s throat. O what have I done.“ Lotte shook her head disgusted but the smile on her face betrayed her. You could see how happy the defender was for you and her best friend.

Your first year at college was one of the best years of your life.

You felt like you were on cloud nine. Alessia and you were stronger than ever, wether it be on the field or off.

Alessia scored the goals, you gave the assists.

So when the new year came you were exited for what was coming.

2020 started as good as 2019 had ended. Alessia and you had both been called up for the senior team for the first time.

It was the highlight of your young career, something that you hade dreamed of since you were a little kid. But boy were you nervous and you weren’t the only one.

The day before you were meant to travel to base camp was spent with Alessia.

The whole day you could feel how nervous she was.

At lunch with your friends she zoned out every few minutes, her leg bouncing up and down until you laid your hand on her leg in silent support.

But that didn’t stop her from biting her lip.

You didn’t comment on it, just silently supporting her. You knew that she was in her own head and that it wouldn’t help her to draw attention to her fidgety nervous self.

You were glad when Alessia asked you to sleep at hers and Lottes because you knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep otherwise and also because it would help you too.

She pulled you close once the two of you had settled in bed, silently rubbing her hand up and down your back. It was not only helping her but you too. The both of you relaxing for the first time today.

“Silence the voices, that haunt you inside.” You whispered in the blondes ear and you couldn’t see her smile slightly. Glad that the both out you knew each other so well.

“You deserve to be called up, you deserve this place. You don’t have to be great, hell you don’t even have to be anything. It’s our first camp, they don’t have any expectations. Just show them what you are made of, what you train for every day. And most importantly just be you.”

You smiled proudly at Alessia and kissed her forehead.

When she looked up into your eyes she could only see trust and love.

The national camps went better than expected for you as well as for Alessia.

But shortly after the international break everything became a lot messier.

In early March you watched the news at one training, seeing how the whole world started to shut down.

You could see the uncertainty in a lot of your international teammates.

Lotte and Lessi also looking on in concern, especially when pictures from the hospitals in Italy were showed.

You could see the worry in Alessias eyes, so you pulled her into your arms, squeezing her tight.

The next evening you walked with Lotte to her dorm after class.

When Lotte opened her dorm room you saw Lessi sitting on her bed, talking on her phone, tears silently running down her cheeks.

You immediately walked over to her, pulling her into you and silently supporting her.

“Yeah mum, I… look into flights… I try to be home as soon as possible.”

She said and your heart sank.

Lotte had come over as well and had sat down on your Girlfriends bed.

Alessia ended the call and sunk into your arms.

“My Nonno got covid, he was admitted to the hospital yesterday but my Nonna said that they don’t have enough rooms anymore so he ha sto stay in the corridor.

My Mother is scared for him, the situation in Italy is escalating so quickly. She wants me home before we are not allowed to travel home anymore.” She said and you watched as more tears streamed down her face.

“My mother called me this morning. She wants me back home too.” Said Lotte and pulled her best friend into her own arms.

You remained quiet.

Of course you understood that Alessias and Lottes parents wanted them home. The virus was spreading quicker than anyone had anticipated.

But you couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish. You didn’t want them to go back to England, to leave you here in America, but most of all you were scared what that would mean for yours and Lessis relationship, but you loved her and you knew that it was the best for her to go back.

„I don’t want to leave. I know I am selfish and that it’s best to go home and be with my family but I don’t want to leave you.“ Alessia was close to tears again when she looked at you, her lip quivering.

„I know Baby, I don’t want you to leave either, but it is the right decision.“

You noticed that Lotte had slipped out of the room to give you some space and you were grateful.

You kissed her soft lips, trying to convey your own feelings, your love for her.

„Love, I think over the last few months was fortunate to get to know you and I would say that I sometimes know you better than you know yourself.“ You were glad when Less chuckled.

„Do you remember what you said to me that day, we got together? Look in my eyes, I will never desert you. I say the same to you now. I know it will not be easy, but you just need to say the word and we will take on the world together, okay?!“

The smile on Alessias face was all you needed for you to know that whatever may happen in the future the two of you would be alright. You knew that even around 6.500 kilometers wouldn’t destroy what Alessia and you had.

Still you were not prepared for the day were Alessia and Lotte actually left.

It was one week after that fateful evening. Lotte and Alessia had talked with your coaches and teachers and they weren’t the only international students that were leaving campus.

The Virus had only spread and even your own family became increasingly worried. So you too were thinking about leaving campus to go back to your family in New York.

With the pressure of international flights being canceled left and right, the English girls had booked the next possible flight. So with in 5 days they had packed their thinks and were now standing with you at the airport, luggage by there side.

All three of you had tears streaming down your faces. No one knew what the next few days, weeks or even months would bring.

„I will miss you guys! Just promise that whatever happens we stay in contact, okay?!“

Alessia was hugging you her face hidden in your hair, hands grabbing your shirt as if she could take you with her.

„I love you so much! No matter what ok? We will call and face time and we will back in no time.“ Your heart shattered hearing her broken voice. And you couldn’t help but just nod. You pulled Lotte into your hug, you would miss the brown haired defender almost as much as Alessia. She had become one of your closest friends over the last year.

„I am just one phone call away. No matter the time difference. Just call me whenever alright? You too Lotte! You don’t know how much the two of you mean to me.“

„You too Y/n. We will see each other soon.“

With one last hug you said goodbye to Lotte before pulling Lessi into you for one last time.

„I‘ll miss you so much!“ You whispered and kissed her hard. A promise of Love and forever.

„Remember, we will face the world together ok? We will be alright.“

Alessia was looking into your eyes with so much love that you could only smile before kissing her one last time.

With a heavy heart you watched as the two girls left for security. One last wave from the two and they were gone.

Gone for an unknown amount of time

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Pt 2 is already in the works so stay tuned 😀

#arsenal women fc #alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo x y/n #lotte wubben moy #unc tar heels #unc #woso x reader #woso #women’s football #uswnt

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official-cvntified-gay · 9 months

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the fact that there's just a few Cate Blanchett's characters fic is ILLEGAL! 👏feed👏us👏hungry👏simps👏plsss 👏

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #carol aird #carol aird x reader #lydia tar #hela #lou miller #lou miller x reader #galadriel #lilith ritter x reader #lady tremaine

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ultralightpoe · 1 year

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I have never sent a request before but I thibk this is where I put it hehe. I was wondering about two songs and 2 characters so I will let you decide which is better. Songs are surrenderdorothy - becarefulupthere

Soap&Skin - Me & The Devil

And characters are Aemond Targaryen or Aegon Targaryen

Me & The Devil - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy! Just a reminder that my April event is starting so make a request HERE- (especially if you like Taylor Swift)

Warnings: mention of death, allusions to sex

Word Count: 1711

Description: Your father claims Aemond the devil.

House of The Dragon Masterlist

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Early this morning

When you knocked upon my door

Early this morning

When you knocked upon my door

The pounding on the door came as no shock, but it had your maids shaken up as they all jumped from their spots. The one doing the braids of your hair shot you a look, fearful and panicked, through the mirror on your vanity and you sent her a small smile to ease her.

You knew this was coming.

You knew the second your father, the enemy of your nightmares, announced your betrothal at last night's festivities that the news would make it to Westeros, his drunken ramble about your future husbands ‘luck’ would surely be spread even quicker. Only a lousy father could announce to a room that your maidenhood was your main attribute.

“Should you like me to get the-” The maid begins and you shake your head.

“No no, thank you. I would actually like the room to be cleared.” You mumble softly, reaching up to touch her wrist softly and move past her. They all scurry out quickly, not looking at the white haired male that glared at each and every one of them as he left.

Aemond does not wait for you permission to enter your chambers, catching the oak door with his hand and slipping in before your guards could see, slamming it shut behind him and latching it.

He keeps his back to you, and that nauseated feeling you had gotten last night returns in full swing as you take a seat on your bed, watching his rigid posture as he keeps one hand splayed on the wood of the door. It seemed like he was trying to keep the anger in check.

And I said hello Satan, ah

I believe it is time to go

Me and the devil walkin' side by side

Me and the devil walking side by side

“Hello…….Devil.” You call out, trying to gain a reaction by the tease. His hand clenched into a fist on the wood and he turned ever so slightly to glare at you. But you don’t back down, that glare would never scare you.

“So it is true, he has truly declared me the devil and you to be married to that old twat?”

“His words were a bit different….”

Aemond whirls then, teeth bared as he marches forward until his hand was on your jaw, his grip firm but not enough to hurt you. “Then tell me his exact wording.”

“It does not matter.” You lie, hands coming up to hold onto his arms, watching as he relaxes under your touch.

“It matters to me and if the rumors are true and that pig made a mockery out of y-”

“They are just words, they do not affect me in the slightest, my prince.” You whisper and his jaw tightens.

“They affect me. Your safety and virtue matter to me. When someone makes a mockery of you, my beloved, it fucking matters to me.” He murmurs, pulling his head closer so your foreheads touch.

“The joke they make of me is the least of my worries.” You smile, spreading your legs so he can stand between them.

“It is time.”

“For?”

“Us to run.” He smiles, pushing you so you were laying, crawling over you so your noses remained touching. “You agreed to hold off running in hopes that your father agreed to our union. But he has declared me the devil and announced you to marry a corpse.”

‘And I would like to offer my congratulations to Lord Borros, who has beat out the fucking Devil of Westoros for a chance at my daughters hand. He, a fine friend, will have much fun with my daughter's biggest gift…..HER MAIDENHOOD!”

The cheers that had followed that sentence were stuck in your mind, hearing them over and over, and you grimaced under Aemond. As per usual he misses nothing, pressing his nose into your cheek and kissing your jaw.

“If we run, no one can stop us.” He whispers. “I believe it's time for us to go.”

And I'm gonna see my man

Until I get satisfied

See, see, you don't see why

And you would dog me 'round

He didn’t give you much time to argue, pulling you into his arms softly as he stands, your feet floating about the ground as he walks to the door.

“Aemond my shoes.”

“No time.” He smiles.

“My father will catch us before we get to Vhaga-” He spins you, causing you to yell out with a giggle, before he swings the door open and begins his journey through the halls with you still in his arms.

He catches a string of guards coming and rushes into a dark alcove, shoving you into a wall and covering your body with his own. “Shh.”

“You shh.” You whisper, still hiding your face so the guards can’t see you.

“How about a garden?” He whispers out of the blue, nose nudging against yours as you shush him again. “No, I want to plan our future.”

The thought had you bubbling with excitement, leaning on your toes to kiss his lips quickly. You would be with Aemond, no one could stop you, no one could tear you apart. “Tell me you love me until you get sick of it.”

“I will never get sick of it.”

“You still haven’t said it.”

“I love you.” He smiles, and turns to make sure the guards have passed.

See, don't see why

People dog me around

It must be that old evil spirit

So deep down in your ground

There are guards around Vhagar, surrounding the dragon with swords drawn as she sleeps on the grass.

Your feet sink into the mud, hand gripping onto Aemonds tightly when you see the guards, pulling him closer as he inspects what he needs to do. But the second the men surrounding the dragon see him they back up, eyes wide as most put their hands up in surrender.

It hit you then, that these men really viewed Aemond as the devil.

They were afraid of him. The man you had crawling to you most nights had most men shaking in their armor.

“Vhagar!” He calls, calling her awake and pulling you close to her. He keeps an eye out for the guards as he pushes your hand to her snout, allowing Vhagar a moment to adjust to you once more.

Once he is sure his dragon is fine he brings you up, hands wounding around you to keep you grounded to him as he calls for Vhagar to take off. You close your eyes, the wind whipping your face, as he leans to share some of his warmth with you.

You may bury my body

Down by the highway side

You may bury my body

Down by the highway side

“I shall never be separated from you, my beloved, from the moment death greets me may I be buried into the earth until my paramount may be buried by my side.” Aemond mumbles, slicing a knife into the tip of his thumb and moving to swipe it on your lips as he says the old gods vow in valyrian.

You repeat the vow, and repeat his words of Old Valryian as you swipe your own blood along his lips, blushing a bit when he sucks in your thumb to taste it and smile.

You finish the ceremony, tears sliding down your cheeks as the tight feeling in your chest explodes, his forehead on your own and finally you are home.

His hands hold your jaw, your forehead against his, and he kisses you deeply. His tongue clashes against yours and the iron taste of blood coats your mouth as his mouth devours your own.

When he pulls back for a breath of air you are gasping, eyes opening to see the intense look he is already giving you. “Mine.”

“Yours.” You smile, allowing him to lean in to claim you once more.

So my old evil spirit

Can Greyhound bus that ride

So my old evil spirit

Can Greyhound bus that ride

“I don’t even recognize you.” Your father seethed, sword drawn with the guards of your homeland behind him.

You stood on the steps to the Iron Throne, dressed in Targaryen fashion, with your husband two steps behind you. His family stood with you both, Alicent sitting on the throne and Aegon leaning on a pillar behind it.

“I demand my daughter return home so that she may fulfill our promise to Lord-”

“I cannot.” You interrupt, standing taller and pinching your eyebrows together. “I have married Prince Aemond, and we have consummated our marriage in front of the old gods and the new-”

“I WILL KILL YOU!” Never did you think your father would scream such words at you, nor did you think he would ever charge at you with a sword. There is a moment of panic, a harsh gasp leaving your lips as Aemond pushes to cover you and take the blow.

A harsh clank of swords against each other before your father is on his knees and Alicent is calling out for Aemond to draw back.

“You will apologize.” Aemond snarls, snapping his head back by the back of his hair. “You will apologize to my wife right this fuckign instant or she will watch me slit your throat.”

“You’re the fucking D-”

“Devil. I’m aware. You enjoy saying that? Enjoy claiming me as a god?” Aemond laughs, pulling the hair tighter. “I will allow you to treat me like this, but you will not treat her like that. I fucking refuse.”

“I apologize to your wife.” Your father seethes, and Aemond looks to you for approval, smirking when you nod.

Your father drops when Aemond lets him go, waltzing back up to you and wrapping his arm around your front and keeping his back to them, blocking your view of them as he made eye contact.

Aegon mutters out a dracarys and Aemond pulls your jaw before you can look, keeping your eyes on him, taking off the patch slowly so you can see the sapphire gem.

“We’ve got you.”

Me and the devil. Walking side by side.

#aemond #targaryen #aemond tar #aemond one eye #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen possessive #aemond targaryen angst #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut #aemond hotd #aemond fanfiction #aemond x fem!reader

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little-nugget-writes-stufff · 1 year

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Hehe im back again.

Characters: kazuha, my husband childe, wanderer/scaramouche

Summary: you are showing your friend your favorite character, but they disrespect them (how dare they)

Warnings: unaliving (childe) and swear words (scara) and play-fighting (kazoo)

Kazuha

"Yep and i saved best for last, BEHOLD THE GREAT KAZUHA" you said proudly. You showed her your kazuha, until she dares make the comment "i think (character you hate) looked way better" (ye you know those things were the person just snaps their head in your direction? Ye that happened) "How dare youuu" you grabbed a pillow and hit her with it. "Noooo im sorry" and you guys broke out in a pillow-fight. Meanwhile kazuha couldnt stop snickering. The sight of you two fighting bc of him just was terribly funny to him. How adorable.. You guys immediately turned to ur laptop. "Did he just say something?.." It was probably just one of his idle chats i think?..

Childe <3

Oh who's this basic character? Mhm? *DRAMATIC GASP* THAT is my HUSBAND. "Husband? Haha i'd love to have that title be official" he thought. Suddenly the phone got grabbed out of your hands. You look over their shoulder to see they were unaliving childe. "NONONNONONONO DONT YOU DARE- "How... I had only just.." you look at your friend with this look, then playfully hitting them. "NOOOOOO LEAVE ME ALONEEEE" "JUSTICE FOR MY HUSBANDDDD!"

Wanderer/scaramouche

( I will use this color for the friend in this one haha)

"Aaand finally after 2 years SCARA IS FINALY HERE :D" "Oh wait its the guy with the weird big hat! Yknow i dont get whats so great about him? I mean the only thing he does is be a mean little bish- "You think I've got a sharp tongue? I just tell it like it is. If someone can't handle it, maybe that's their problem". HAH EVEN HE HIMSELF WAS NOT GONNA LET THAT ONE SLIDE. YE TELL THEM WANDERER! he has no idea why YOU would be cheering for him but man has ego boost number ???

Kinda short but i realised i still have to post stuff soooo here it is >:D The last one was kinda rushed but its still nice i think?

Anyways i hope you guys will have a nice day/night

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #genshin x reader #scaraboobs #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha genshin x reader #childe #tar tar taglia #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia headcanons #childe tartagalia #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia

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loserholland · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐀.𝐓

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧

Pairing ➺ Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targ/Vela/Strong!Reader

Warning ➺ Mention of blood, use of High Valyrian. Mean Aemond as usual ig lol. Italics are flashbacks

Word Count ➺ 3.5K

Summary ➺ Her mother was known to be “The Realms Delight”. Soon Rhaeneyra’s daughter would earn that title as well, leaving many suitors waiting in line an a particular uncle waiting as well.

A/N ➺ IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE BABES! I finally got a break from school and had time to finally sit and right because I did in fact have a bit of a writers block for part three. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, i briefly re-read it but I will fix any problems in the morning I need some sleep asap lol. As always enjoy and let me know how we’re feeling! Also happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate!

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou@babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland @zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @caro0512 @thewinchesterchronicles @cporter003 @kisses-holland @spideysnugget @cryszus @sunflowerharrystyles @peterunderoos @ohbabycal @laucontrerasv @spider-mendes @jessybellsworld @quaksonhehe @dummiesshort @multitargaryen @mingiholic @loutino94

𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➺ @dudfahsn @hhjhbhh @firecantkillthedragon

@its-sam-allgood @sahanna @imjustboredso @lovecleastrange @mouseymagines @out-of-life @caspianobsessed @bilesxbilinskixlahey @yunonaneko @spn-obession @ladybug0095 @helloitsshitzulover @zverea @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @justsumtuffstuff

(Y/N) name day celebration has officially begun. Today was tourney day, who doesn’t love tourney day? Her grandsire had chosen jousting for the tourney which would include many men falling off of their horses, swords clashing against one another, and blood.

Lots of blood.

She stared at the floor length mirror, this would be the first of many dresses she would be wearing for the next two days leading up to her actual name day dinner.

A beautiful black dress with a deep v neck along with cape sleeves, the shoulders of the dress had gold dragon scales, the dress had beautiful red embroidery, she also bared gold bracelets around both her wrist. Mera had kept her hair simple, half up pigtails leaving two strands of hair to frame her face. A beautiful Valyrian steel necklace glimmered around her neck, a gift from her mother and step father. Everything about the outfit screamed Targaryen, it was absolutely beautiful.

Her grandsire had gifted her many beautiful dresses for the occasion, which she was eternally grateful for because it definitely cost a fortune. She was also grateful for her huge celebration her grandsire had planned, originally she just wanted a gala. But, he said she deserved a tourney, a big hunt, and finally a gala.

A small knock on the door caught her attention, “Princess? It’s time we head over.” Ser Erryk spoke awaiting an answer from (Y/N). It would be a lie to say she wasn’t nervous, there are many great houses coming to celebrate her big day. Which meant a lot of attention, and many lords trying to offer themselves or their sons for her hand. (Y/N) let out a small sigh moving closer to the doors to exit, she knew there would be a mix of knights and lords competing in the tourney today, her stepfather being one of them.

“Be welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious for my first grandchild, Princess (Y/N) will be eighteen in two days.”

Viserys extended his hand out to his granddaughter to stand with him causing the crowd to cheer loudly. (Y/N) gladly took his hand, smiling at the crowd raising her hand to wave at everyone who gathered in her name.

“Thank you all for being here today. It warms my heart to have many great houses here for my name day celebration. May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!”

The crowd cheered even louder, just as she was about to take her seat a voice called out from below.

“Princess (Y/N) Velaryon!”

She moved to the edge of the balcony and there he sat on his horse bearing red and gold with a lion on his shield, Loreon Lannister. He has been an absolute thorn in your side for the past few days. And it all started when you had first run into him on your first day back at the keep.

Making her way back to her chambers in need of a bath, her gloves stuck to her fingers causing her to groan as she walked the holdfast. Before she could stop her own feet she bumped into someone’s back. She didn’t want to look up, afraid it was going to be the one person she has been avoiding.

Slowly she lifted her gaze to her person standing in front of her.

“Lord Loreon, I apologize.”

Jason Lannisters’ obnoxious offspring, Loreon Lannister. Or pardon, Lord Loreon, he doesn’t respond to anything but Lord. He was roughly three years older than her, just like his father, always trying to prove himself.

“How lovely to see you, princess.”

(Y/N) forced a small smile, please do not hold me here for long. She didn’t know who she’d rather have run into Aemond or him. At least if she ran into Aemond all he would do is huff, give her a look, and leave. Or better option, run into none of the two!

“It’s great to see you as well, my lord.”

Then he opened his mouth and just kept talking, slowly (Y/N) began to drown him out, nodding every so often to let him know that she was listening. She glanced around in hopes someone would come by to save her, literally anyone. In her peripheral she could have sworn she saw a certain platinum white hair standing on the mezzanine.

Just as she was about to look up at who it could’ve been, her attention was brought to someone else.

“(Y/N)!”

She could recognize that voice anywhere, turning around with a bright smile to see her aunt. Her relationship with her aunt was better than her relationship with her uncles, well it got progressively better over the years. Maybe due to the fact that they would do embroidery together, or how (Y/N) would help her with her children, it could also be because she never questioned her riddles.

“Princess Halaena.”

Aemond watched as his sister went to greet their niece, he had been listening to what the young lord was going on about and could see how bored you were of the conversation. Once he heard of her return, he needed to see her. Walking the halls in hopes she would turn the corner but with just his luck someone beat him to her.

“Lord Loreon, do you mind if I borrow my niece?”

“Of course not, (Y/N) I do hope you save me a dance at your name day celebration.”

Aemond scoffed to himself, as though she would save a dance for a twat like Loreon. Before he could hear her response he walked off, unsure of what had just come over him.

He held up his jousting stick, “I would humbly ask for the favor of the realms ‘New Delight’. Not that I need luck to win but, having your favor would assure it.” she held back a scoff, turning to grab the flower garland to give to the lord.

The young prince stood from his seat startling those around him, (Y/N) dropped the garland from his sudden movement. They stared at one another in silence, unsure if she should pick up the garland or not.

“Aemond.” Alicent reached for her son’s wrist wrapping her hand around it, silently asking him to take his seat.

First he asked for her to save him a dance and now he asks for her favor? Who does he think he is?

“My apologies princess, I’m not feeling all too well. Mother, father, would you excuse me?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to protest but Aemond didn’t give her nor his parents a chance to stop him. He gave one last glance at (Y/N) before exiting the stands. Alicent dropped her hand to her lap, she didn’t understand his behavior recently. She noticed how different he has been acting lately, but she wasn’t the only one who noticed a change in his behavior.

His older brother did too.

“It’s alright dear, the maesters will make him some tea. Go on now.” Alicent ushered (Y/N) to turn her attention back to the young lord who was growing slightly impatient. Jace picked up the garland, handing it to his sister.

Placing the garland upon his stick she gave him a small smile, “Good luck against my stepfather, you’ll need it.” She moved to her seat watching as her stepfather walked around the grounds.

“The Young Lion against the Prince of the City!” the master of revels shouted as the crowd cheered for Daemon, (Y/N) smirked as she made eye contact with her stepfather. He would have the young lion off his horse in no time.

Aegon leaned forward, his breath fanning over her neck, “I think someone’s jealous.” she glanced over her shoulder to the empty seat, she frowned at the sight. If he wasn’t already feeling all that well, he could’ve stayed in his chambers. People will talk of his sudden absence.

“Cut back on the wine, uncle.”

He scoffed at her comment, muttering something under his breath. Mera had told you about Aemond’s endless question of your whereabouts while you were gone. Thinking nothing of it however, simply thinking he wanted to scare you again for calling him a coward.

(Y/N) entered her chambers, tossing her gloves onto a small table in the room as she was helped out of her riding clothes. Once undressed she stepped into the tub allowing her body to sink into the water sighing in relief.

“How was your trip princess?” Mera asked as she set the sponge into the warm water squeezing the excess water before lightly brushing it onto (Y/N) body. Mera was her favorite handmaiden, she has been with her for the past four years. She was like a second mother to the princess.

“It was quite fun, mother has given birth to a girl. I’m sure that’ll be her last babe.” While on Dragonstone her mother had labored for almost three days calling everyone within proximity of her a cunt and bitch. It was quite funny and gave (Y/N) another reason why she shouldn’t have kids. The agonizing screams or the way she gripped the midwives hands made it looked as though she was about to rip it right off.

In the end a beautiful girl was born, Aemma Targaryen named after their late grandmother.

“Princess? I know you’re not one to gossip but, I must tell you this.”

(Y/N) sighed turning her head to the older woman, “If it’s about my brothers or me, I’m used to it Mera really. I hear what they say but I don’t care what they gossip.”

Mera shook her head, she too had heard what the people have whispered of your legitimacy to your last name. But this time, it was different whispers that needed her attention.

“Oh no Princess. It’s matters related to Prince Aemond.” Mera paused, unsure if she should continue awaiting some sort of response from the princess. “Prince Aemond?” she questioned glancing up at the older woman.

“Laurel, his handmaiden, had asked me almost everyday if you were back. It seems as though he was eager for your return.”

(Y/N) shrugged, unsure as to why her uncle was worried about her return. It’s not like they had any plans or hung out on a regular basis. Your whereabouts were none of his concern.

“Hgah!” Daemon charged at Loreon pointing his jousting stick right at him, (Y/N) sat at the edge of her seat silently begging for Loren to get knocked off his horse. They passed one another rounding around the middle beam to go at one another once again. The crowd groaned, wanting to see bloodshed and to see someone knocked over their horse.

“Who are you rooting for?” Jace whispered, catching his sister’s attention. The crowd's cheers got louder as Daemon patted his horse, steading himself to charge at Loreon once again.

“Daemon, obviously.”

Luke snorted at her response, “Didn’t you give Loreon your favor? Shouldn’t you be rooting for him?” (Y/N) patted her younger brother’s head, “Dear brother, just because you give someone your favor doesn’t mean you truly root for them.” They turned their attention back to their stepfather watching as he charged at the young lord. She gripped the arms of her seat silently pleading for the lord to get knocked off his horse.

Loreon collided with Daemon’s stick causing him to fall over onto the ground with a loud thud. (Y/N) bit back a laugh as the crowd grew wild over her stepfather’s first victory. Loren groaned loudly causing his father to stand from his seat, “That was unfair, we need to do it over!” Viserys chuckled at head of house Lannister

Within the next two hours the tourney was over. And of course, Daemon had won the tourney. Some could say it was rigged but he was merely just skilled. She glanced over her shoulder every so often to see if Aemond had come back to watch the rest of the tourney yet he didn’t.

She did notice the queen had left for a while but had come back towards the end of the tournament. Assuming she went to the maesters for Aemond. Viserys had invited the Lannisters to dinner after Jason’s stupid temper tantrum about his son losing in the first round.

During dinner Aemond had barely touched his food, stabbing his piece of chicken harshly with his knife every now and then at the sound of Loreon’s voice. Jason had gone on and on about the ‘fond’ memories with your mother, that turned out to only be one memory from Aegon’s second name day celebration. Mentioning how he could’ve been you and your brother's father if your mother had accepted his hand in marriage.

That was definitely awkward.

Supper had come and gone, everyone was now resting in their chambers.

Almost everyone.

The hour was late, she was sure of it. Maybe a good book would help put her to bed, attempting to read the pages her mind began to wonder. She began to think about what Mera and Aegon had said, to how he left the tourney and to how odd Aemond was at supper.

A soft knock caught you by surprise, dropping the book you were currently reading onto the ground. She had already sent Ser Erryk to do his rounds, who could possibly be at her door at this hour? She prayed to the gods that it wasn’t her drunk uncle wanting someone to sleep with, there was yet another knock. Holding her breath she moved to open the door, her nerves seem to calm down when a certain prince stood before her.

“Uncle? It’s quite late, I’m sure whatever the matter is-” Aemond pushed past you entering your chambers. (Y/N) glared at him, who was he to think he can just march into your room without permission?

You watched as Aemond began to pace back and forth, he was already in his night clothes as well. A white shirt and some loose pants, he still kept his eyepatch on however his hair disheveled as though he had been tossing and turning in bed. Silence took over the room, you peeked your head outside for anyone lingering in the halls.

“Aemond, people will talk.” you whispered as you shut your door quietly, moving to wrap your arms around your stomach.

The two of you had no betrothed, leaving little to those who gossip of what could’ve happened in the bedroom. Unchaperoned, and at the hour of the owl? Many would say the princess was bedding her uncle. Or that the one-eyed prince was corrupting the new delight.

“Did he touch you?”

He finally spoke, his eye fixed on you. He couldn’t go to bed without asking her, Loreon seemed a little too comfortable at dinner. Leaning into you as he laughed, placing his hand upon yours, grazing his fingers against yours as you passed him any side dishes. He needed to know if he put his hands on you sexually, because if he did, he will be taking his hands right there and then.

“Can’t we talk about this on the morrow?

Aemond never liked it when his questions went unanswered, especially when it came to you. Always challenging him with a question or simply trying to change the subject, just as you were trying to right now. As a child, he was dismissed a lot by his father. You didn’t want him to stay long, only because you were worried if a servant or knight saw him leaving your chamber at this hour, it would spread like wildfire.

“Nyke eptan ao iā másino.” (I asked you a question.)

Her brows pinched together in confusion in need for more context of who he was speaking about. He had been acting strangely all day.

“Qilōni? Nyke ȳdra daor shifang?” (Who? I don’t understand?)

Aemond pinched his nose bridge, the room was spinning, his head was spinning. He felt like he was about to collapse right then and there, the longer his question left unanswered the more his thoughts began to jump to conclusions.

“Loreon!”

(Y/N) jumped at his sudden raise of voice, eyes widened at the name who had just left his mouth.

“Loreon? No, why would he want to do that?”

Sure, Loreon was an arrogant arse but he wouldn’t touch you. If he tried she would’ve taken his hands and tongue, sure he had been pestering her for these past few days but he hasn’t tried to touch you.

Aemond chuckled lowly his fingers now massaging his temples, “Gods I thought I was the one who lost an eye. Are you that blind?” he spoke harshly, he wasn’t thinking straight, his judgment clouded by jealousy that he wasn’t even aware of.

“Can’t you see? He wants to take your hand.”

She was a smart girl, she knew what Loreon was doing. He wasn’t all that subtle about it, especially after he asked for your favor before any other knight could ask you for it.

“Skoro syt gaomas ziry matter naejot ao, uncle?” (Why does it matter to you, uncle?)

Maybe it was because of the blood of the dragon that ran deep in her veins. She likes to pin it on that. Avoiding suitors and betrothals as much as she could. Usually by this time, girls her age have already been betrothed and are set to marry the lord in due time. But she couldn’t avoid them forever, she knew the day would come. Yet, she didn’t understand how the possibility of Loreon asking for her hand was any of Aemond’s concern.

“You would take his hand?”

(Y/N) shrugged, Loreon was not a choice for her but she wanted to see if Aegon’s suspicions were correct. Was Aemond jealous? Was he hinting that he would want to take your hand? She stepped forward wrapping her hands behind her back, relaxing her shoulders and lifting her head up in confidence. He hated to admit it but, you looked as beautiful as ever, your hair no longer in its usual braids, the way your nightgown hugged your body in the right place distracted him a bit.

“If it meant uniting two great houses, then yes. I would.”

It was tradition for house Targaryen to marry within the family; brother to sister, sister to uncle, aunt to nephew, from time to time cousin to cousin. Rarely did the Targaryens marry outside of their house. Only if there were no options for their child to wed an aunt, uncle, sibling, then they’d wed their children to a member of their long term allies house Velayron. Just like her mother did her father who was her cousin, Velayron’s also hold ties back to old Valyria.

Aemond was in disbelief, surely his father wouldn’t accept this offer nor would his sister support it. Their house traditions draw back to old Valyria, they wouldn’t abandon such traditions. Right? Sure he had married his mother who was not of Targaryen blood, but his first wife was his first cousin. And they had his older brother and sister marry, he surely wouldn’t accept Jason’s offer.

She took his silence as anger and wanted to fuel that fire that began to burn in him even more. She wanted to see if Aegon was right, was his younger brother truly jealous? Would it explain why he left the tourney? Would it also explain his constant eye on you today?

“I’ll merely be doing my duty as the heir to the throne. These lords that will be asking for my hand, only want a taste of power. That’s all Loreon wants, just as his father did with my mother.”

(Y/N) took a step forward untwining her hands from behind her back, lifting her right hand to trace up his left arm. Aemond tensed under her touch feeling his breath catch in his throat. Using his right hand he grabbed her wrist tugging her closer leaving no space between them.

“If you think he’s such a fool, why consider taking his hand?” he spat, (Y/N) smirked at his comment leaning up on her toes. Never in a million years would she admit it, but Aegon was right.

“Do you think of yourself as a better option, uncle?”

Aemond stood there in silence before closing the space in between them, finally capturing her lips with his. Finally giving into the lust that lingered for you, finally giving into what he wanted. Her eyes widened in shock but that same exciting feeling coarse her veins, she found herself kissing him back.

Now finally understanding why they called you “The New Delight.” Your beauty and entire being drew everyone in, like a siren’s song drawing in poor pirates to jump into the dark sea.

He was now a pirate, captivated by your sweet song and it was too late to swim back to the surface.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond Targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x you #Aemond Targaryen fluff #aemond tar

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lamemaster · 1 year

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Subject of Faith

Pairing: Sauron x Human reader

Summary: It was not the cockiness of omnipotence, but a longing that lined your words. And Sauron knew that longing, for Ainur and Men shared it.

"Would you rather put all your faith in someone you can't see?"

"Like the music can't be seen and fragrance can't be held, faith is not a matter of seeing, it is subject to believing." Your answer frustrated Sauron.

A mere human dare talk back to him? A guard of the king of Numenor. A lowly guard whose entire life would be blink of an eye from Sauron.

Yet, Sauron could not stop speaking. Every passing second he poked at every aspect of your existence to find a weak spot. Anything that would quench his curiosity about you.

A distant part of his conscious warned him to restrain. To not reveal his plan and to play the part of a gullible repentant. He truly tried but failed.

You were nothing. A poor human who stood outside his cell for hours. A monotonous and taxing job. But no matter how hard Sauron tried he failed to find a crack.

"Don't you desire for an immortal life, likes of which is given to the elves?" He questioned you, settling back into the now familiar game of unravelling your mind. "How nice would it be to not leave your dear ones, to be with them forever and to not suffer the pain of old age."

You do not turn to face him. Your back does not relax at his honeyed words but you do answer him. You always do. You treat him with the fairness of any other being. Answering his questions while continuing your job. "Maybe it would be easy to accept the bliss of immortality and wish for a life I have never lived. However, how unfair would it be to dishonor a gift given by my creator. How can I a mere mortal know of his plans for me? I can only submit to the one who has given me the chance to see this world and hope for another mercy or another miracle to be revealed." Your voice rings loud in the desolate prison. "Furthermore, I really look forward to seeing my grandparents in whatever fate awaits me," the slight joy in your voice stuns Sauron.

It is not the cockiness of omnipotence but a longing that lines your words. And Sauron knows of that longing. Ainur and Men share it. A lingering remembrance of their true home. Elves, whose fate remains tied to Arda know little of it. A constant tug to overturn the world looking for that one place that promises some relief from the constant restlessness.

The same restlessness grows in Sauron's heart. After eons he finds himself thinking of not Utumno or Valinor but the Timeless Halls where he first came to be.

He resented you for doing that to him. He had heard imploring words of silver-tongued elven lords and forgiving speeches of the Valar who resided beyond seas, but none had bugged him like the simple words of the human who stood guarding him.

And so, the chained Maia rested his head on the cold unrelenting wall behind him. "I hope to see you the day you die. When death will look you in the eyes, I hope you manage to remain as sure as your sound right now."

Months later when Tar Mairon, the closest advisor of the king, finds himself in the same prison. His hands dipped in the warmth of your blood.

You lay on the cold ground that had once been the spot from where you answered his questions with your back facing him. In the past, he rarely saw your face but now as he looks at the peaceful look on your face he knows it to be you.

There is indeed no bitterness or fear in your death. It is acceptance that greets Sauron. Even in death you stay true to your words. Sauron marvels at the stubborn human who refuses to bow to him in life and death.

One day...one day he promises, you will meet again. That day he might force you to kneel or he might end up joining you. That day was too far but it would come after trials that awaited him.

In a twisted fate, he hopes in some salvation you await him. And when he finds you, he hopes to hear your voice and ask you questions that you reply to without a fail.

He will find you when he can't offer you the hoax of immortality or feed you falsehood of greed. You don't need that. You won't accept that.

So, Sauron awaits for his song's end. Maybe his end will guide him to you or some peaceful oblivion.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #silmarillion headcanons #human reader #sauron x reader #tar mairon #tolkein #one shot #silm fic #silmarillion imagine #I love writing commentary pieces like these #angst with a hopeful ending

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Falling in love Mairon/You

(Well, this kinda turned into a several scenario analysis, so I hope you enjoy it anon)

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: Fluff and relationship stuff at the beginning, then slowly turn for the angst. Mentions of getting hunted and shunned, sad, separation, mairon being loyal.

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-Falling in love would have been a long progress for Mairon.

-He doesn’t give his love and devotion to anyone, so you have to be someone really special to earn those things from him.

-Mairon would most likely not realize he’s in love at first, but when he does – he thinks about it long and hard.

-If this happened during his time as an apprentice in Aule’s house of craftsman — he would most likely hesitate to come through with his feelings for you.

-His reputation being a perfectionist and unsocial didn’t give him the best image, so he would doubt you would want to be with someone like him.

-However, if you show interest in him or that you felt the same for him. It would give him a little confidence boost, and after some nagging from Eonwe, he would finally come through and ask the question.

-He would be delighted and crack a beautiful smile if you said yes to his proposal for courtship.

-He’s not the best at expressing his feelings, but little gestures like finding time to spend time with you, giving you little gifts, and slowly getting into intimate acts like giving you short forehead kisses are enough for you.

-He would still be active and focused on his projects, so if you respected his pace and found time for yourself while he was working – it would make him appreciate you even more, and he would give all of his time to you after he’s finished.

-He would not mind if you came to his forge – just don’t bother him with unnecessary noise or things, then he won’t usher you away. He would not mind if you simply wished to observe as he worked.

-He would love it if you asked about his latest work because he would end up rambling about it, describing the details and the future use with such passion that Mairon would worry that he was boring you.

-If you tell him to continue and assure him you like hearing him talk, you will earn a little smile.

-It was one of the things that made him love you. You had that uncanny ability to make him smile. It was also a privilege reserved only for you.

-You would most likely end up as his muse as you would inspire him in many of his projects, which he would later give you as a gift.

-Mairon would feel pride if you wore any of the jewelry he made for you and feel smug about it when you praised his skills to others.

-He usually didn’t care when others praised his skills, but the feeling felt different when you did it. There was a different kind of envy resulting from it, which he enjoyed laughing at.

-He would melt a bit from the inside if you decided to give him something in return made by your hands.

-He would assure you the quality of your little gift was acceptable because he adored the gesture too much to judge it. He would have judged it if it got made by someone else, but since it was you – he kept it to himself because he did not want to hurt your feelings.

-You were precious to him, so he would do anything to make you happy.

-If this happened in Middle Earth, Mairon would have difficulties accepting his feelings for you.

-You would most likely have a hard time, as well, if you knew his past and that he was Sauron.

-If he used a disguise during your relationship — you would feel reluctant and maybe even betrayed to know his true identity. It would be a big secret since you most likely got raised with the stories of his evil deeds and how he served Morgoth, so you knew people would not take it kindly if they knew you courted Sauron.

-Mairon would feel hurt, but he would understand the meaning of your rejection.

-He would be the one who would suggest ending it since your safety would have been on the line if you remained together.

-If you went on your separate ways, he would respect your decision and think about you for some time before closing his heart to avoid such a mistake as falling in love again.

-But if you decided to remain with him, he would feel the warmth that you accepted him and his past.

-He would pledge his loyalty to you like he once did with Melkor and most likely try to redeem himself and try for the better if this happened before he got the ideas for the rings and desired to conquer Middle Earth.

-However, if this happened somewhere between. Mairon would likely face a dilemma between his desire for power and his wish to remain with you.

-It would depend on how much you mattered to him.

-He would respect your decision to leave and end it there as there was a low chance you would want to join him and his quest to conquer Middle Earth.

-It would have been a better solution for him. His heart might feel pain, but he would not need to worry about your involvement and pretend your courtship never mattered to him. It would have been easier for him.

-If you decided to leave, but people learned about your relationship and began to shun you for it. Mairon would feel slightly bad about it, and if you suddenly got hunted and people were out to kill you — he would come to your rescue. He would offer you a safe place by his side if you had nowhere else to go.

-It would be a difficult and tragic position to get into, especially if you didn’t have anyone else to go to or a place where you could be safe from the rejection of the world. But if you decided to stay by Mairon’s side: he would swear by his blackened heart that he would keep you safe.

-He would destroy and kill anyone who would dare to lay harm upon you.

-And if you remained together, he would even offer you a place as his ruling consort.

-In any case, Mairon would be loyal, devoted, and never tell you a lie, even if one of his names was the great deceiver.

-He would have even given you the one ring, his life, in your hands to prove his love to you.

#mairon x reader #sauron x reader #annatar x reader #silmarillion x reader #middle earth x reader #mairon imagines #sauron imagines #silmarillion imagines #tolkien #silm fic #mairon headcanon #sauron headcanon #silmarillion headcanon #middle earth #lotr x reader #silmarillion #Tar-Mairon #sauron #annatar

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bl4nchetts-lvr · 2 months

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lou millee headcanons plsss

lou miller general headcanons

ship: lou miller x F!reader

word count: TO BE ADDED

genre: SWF 🫶🏻

i headcanon lou as a tsundere,who tries to hide her lovey-dovey relationship with you from the public eye!

definitely is a type of a woman to spoil you rotten.

you want a new bag? more than enough is sent to your bank account. you feel like staying at home and have a "lazy day"? she buys all of you fav snacks,orders a take out of your fav food and chooses the movie she knows you'd love.

she is DEFINITELY a very possesive and overprotective,maybe even jealous,woman.

i headcanon that whenever you drive with her on her bike,everytime she's on the red light she will caress your knee to see if you're cold or no

more than likely won't tell you about her work as a con-artist and EVEN if she tells you,will hide 99% of the details.

i headcanon her as a woman who loves when you wear revealing clothes and is definitely a: "dress however you like,i know how to fight" typa woman🙈🙈

is into neck kisses (loves recieving as much,maybe even more,as giving but would never say it out loud. bro's got an ego)

i lowkey think lou's a smoker

we all know she's a fashionista and would love whenever you put on her clothes and they're quite big for you (cuz she's tall)

she may seem like a very dominant woman,but a little bit of flirting and she's slightly blushing,having butterflies in her stomach and looking away so you dont tease her more

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all done,no NSFW for today🩷

sorry that i took so long,hehe.

wish you all the best💋

-A-

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #bl4nchetts lover #lou miller x reader #wlw #lydia tar #lydia tar x reader #carol aird x reader #tar #oceans 8 #oceans 8 x reader #lou miller #loubbie

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abbatoirablaze · 7 months

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The Girl With Two Dragons, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: unprotected smut, angst, mentions of women being treated like property, hitting a woman/abuse, violence, aggression.

The sun was peering through the curtains, right against Aemond’s good eye, but he didn’t care. He was in his own personal heaven as his arms tightened around Daemhyra, who was peacefully sleeping inside of his embrace.

He shifted ever so slightly and she snuggled deeper against his bare chest, a whimper escaping her lips as her eyes remained closed, “Aemond, please stay in bed.”

The older of the two Targaryen chuckled as he kissed the top of her head, “if we stay in bed all day we’ll miss court…and-“

“Then we’ll miss court,” she giggled, smiling up at him. His heart melted at the sight of the naked woman in his arms. She leaned up and brushed her lips softly against his, “I have no wants or needs for anything but you, Aemond!”

“As much as I would love to do nothing else but to lay with you, I fear that we must get up, Daemhyra,” he frowned, reaching to her face to brush some of the hair away, “but I will draw us a bath so that we can enjoy one another’s company for just a little while longer.”

“I would very much like that,” she sighed, looking at him dreamily, “a hot bath to start the day off with the man that I love…”

“I will be back in bed before you know it…and then…I’ll claim you again in the copper tub.” He promised swiftly, sliding out of the large bed.

“Daemhyra…”

The water spilled over the edge of the copper tub and onto the floor. Aemond’s head rested against the edge of the tub while Daemhyra continued to roll her hips, her hands bracing themselves on his abs so that she could continue to ride him.

“Aemond,” she whimpered softly, leaning forward until her arms slipped around his neck. He leaned forward and their lips crashed together. More water spilled over the edge of the tub as his hands left the sides of the copper and wrapped around her, pulling her impossibly close to his own body, “my prince…fi-fill me with your seed, my love…”

“I’ll never stop!” he promised breathlessly, bucking his hips as his grip tightened around her, “my princess. My love. My lady wife.”

“Every part of me belongs to you, my love,” she moaned, so close to her own high. She rocked her hips again, and Aemond held her close, her breasts heaving in his face as he pounded up into her, “AEMOND! AEMOND!”

“Belong to me, princess,” he moaned as his hips stuttered into her, “I’ll give you my seed, princess. Turn you into a queen…be the queen of our warrior heirs!”

“Give it to me!” she demanded as she came on his cock with a moan that turned into a scream, “MY PRINCE!”

“PRINCESS!” he replied, hitting his own high as his seed spread out inside of her wet channel, “Daemhra!”

“Oh, Aemond…”

“AEGON! MY SON!” Alicent said firmly from her spot beside her husband, “please, come forward with your dear cousin, Daemhyra.”

Daemhyra looked across the hall where her cousin had been standing with Helaena and their children. Aegon’s chin tilted upwards and he fixed his coat before strolling across the hall with just a few short steps. Before Daemhyra was aware of it, he was standing before her, his arm extended as though he was the most charming man in the kingdom, “cousin…I believe that our queen is calling for us before the court!”

“As you wish your grace,” she said politely, turning to look at Queen Alicent and King Viserys. She gave a small bow and curtsey before turning back to Aegon and taking his arm. Swallowing down her nervousness, she tried to pry her attention away from the entrances, as Aegon led her towards the king and queen.

“My first born son, Aegon, prince of King’s Landing.” Viserys said firmly as the pair came to a stop, “and his cousin, Daemhyra, Princess of Dragonstone, daughter of Prince Daemon, house Targaryen. Do the two of you know why I have brought you before the courts?”

“No your grace!” she lied, bowing her head ever so slightly.

“No, your grace!” Aegon repeated.

“The princess has been given to me as a gift from her father. Daemon believes that having a Targaryen woman to become a lady wife could positively impact our family’s ties with other houses.” Viserys said calmly, looking around the room. Suddenly the halls were filled with an excited chatter. Daemhyra felt her heart racing.

She had been afraid of this.

“Tell me who you wish me to wed, and it shall be so, your grace.”

“You are to marry Aegon, princess!” Alicent answered for her husband.

The words seemed to put the hall into yet another silence.

Everyone knew that the greens were of the new god. Of the new ways. Two wives was unheard of with them.

Aegon smirked, his brow raising as his interest piqued, “what?”

“I do not wish to tarnish good Targaryen blood with the likes of some of the houses that have already asked for your hand, Daemhyra. It was decided at the meeting last night, that you are to become Aegon’s second wife. You will make sure, along with Helaena, that the Targaryen name remains strong and virile.”

“But Aemo-“

“Hold your tongue, child!” Viserys said in a disgusted tone. Daemhyra instantly silenced herself, her head bowing so that she didn’t have to see the king sneering at her, “You are set to marry Aegon. Do I make myself clear? You will be the second wife to Prince Aegon.”

Daemhrya looked to where her cousin should have been standing. But Aemond was nowhere in sight. Instead, she looked beside her to where her other cousin Aegon stood, in front of the queen and king. He reached out and took her hand.

“I can think of no better lady wife, and future queen,” Alicent said proudly as she looked at the two who had become betrothed, “my favorite niece, and soon to be daughter…you will make Aegon an honest husband, and an even better king one day.”

A few simple tears slipped down her cheeks, “yes your grace…a-as you wish.”

“Come now, cousin,” Aegon smirked, knowing full well what had happened the night prior. The pair bowed and he turned with her in hand so that they could leave the king and queen’s presence, so they may continue on with court. He pulled her close as they walked away, “I will be a very loving husband…and I can promise you, that with a little tea, we can overlook your little indiscretion.”

Her eyes widened and she paled, “Wh-what?”

Her hand absentmindedly went to her stomach.

“Do not think I’m an idiot,” he said in a low tone, “I know of your feelings for my brother, and his for you…”

“Aegon-“

“Address me as ‘my prince,’ princess,” he commanded with a forced smile as they walked down one of the halls. She whimpered as his grip tightened, “there will be ground rules, cousin…do not think that I will be controlled by your pussy as my weak brother is.”

“Aeg-“ but she stopped herself when he gave her a deadly glance, “M-my prince….”

“Now, now, now…” he chuckled as they started for his quarters, “there will be all the time in the world for conversation…right now I want you to listen and listen well. I hope you got that little crush out of your system…because if I catch you wandering to his quarters any time after our ceremony, I will make sure you cannot walk for a week after I’ve forced enough tea into your system to be sure that you are carrying no bastard from his loins.”

“I-“

“Did I not just say for you to listen?” he questioned angrily. She whimpered to herself, and he smiled, “we will call for the maester, and get you some moon tea…and then, I would like for you to bathe me, princess as I will bathe you…so that we may become…familiar with each other’s bodies…”

“I-That is not fitting of-“

“Do not tell me what is fitting,” he scoffed, “you are just a whore who spread her legs for my brother not one fortnight ago…be honored that I didn’t tell my parents you lost your maidenhood to that one-eyed beast…”

“I-“

“Did I not just ask for you to listen, not once, not twice, but thrice?” he growled. He stopped the two of them and promptly backhanded her. She whipped around so quickly, her legs buckled, and she fell to the floor. She looked up and was met with a stoic prince, “you will learn, Daemhrya…you belong to me now, lady wife. The time where you belonged to my brother is over. You belong to me now. So, I suggest, you learn your place.”

Her lip quivered in response. But before she could so much as utter another word, a flash of silver and black had erased Aegon from her line of sight, pushing him into the large thicket of bushes. Her eyes widened as she saw that Aemond had fallen through them with Aegon, and the two were fighting on the other side.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he screamed at his brother as he punched him, “HOW DARE YOU HIT HER. HOW DARE YOU-“

“SIR CRIS-“

But Helaena too had been cut off by another guard covering her mouth, shaking his head at her, a simple advisement to not create a scene.

Aemond hissed, pulling away from Aegon as he held his hand, “YOU BIT ME! YOU MONGREL!”

“Sir Cristen I want my brother pulled in front of mother and father for attacking me!”

“He hit Princess Daemhrya. He hi-“

“I was disciplining my future lady wife!” Aegon spat at his brother, “for going against the wishes of her prince!”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” Aegon smirked, standing to his full height. He began to brush off his coat as he repeated himself, “I was disciplining my lady wife…a matter in which you have no concern over!”

“Princess Daemhyra-“

“Was promised to me moments ago by our very own king and queen,” he said smugly, cutting his younger brother off, “Daemhyra is promised to be my second wife, brother.”

Aemond looked helplessly at the woman he loved, “Daemhyra…”

“Nobody objected it…th-the king and queen decreed it just moments ago…” she said sadly, her lip wobbling as she admitted what had happened due to him missing court, “Wh-where were you Aemond?”

“Come, Daemhyra…we will continue this conversation in my quarters…Sir Cristen, please escort my future lady wife to my quarters…and have her draw up a bath for the two of us!” he smiled. The knight took Daemhyra by the arm and pushed her in the direction of the prince’s quarters. The two brothers glared at one another for a moment before Helaena cleared her throat, “What? What is it, Helaena?”

“This is wrong and you know it, Aegon!”

“Take the boys to the nanny…I’ll deal with you after I deal with Daemhyra.”

With a huff she was following after the knight and Daemhyra.

“I swear, if you so much as-“

“Brother…be smart about this,” Aegon chuckled as he wiped away the bit of blood that had collected at the corner of his lip, “she was promised to me…”

“Y-you knew it was going to happen…didn’t you?” he asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you, brother…” he taunted smugly, “most men would be honored…I gave you my lady wife’s virginity…”

“You son of a-“

“Go ahead…hit me,” he replied, cutting his younger brother off, “I’ll beat her until I’m sure that bastard you’ve undoubtedly put in her belly is gone…”

Aemond dropped his fists and Aegon smiled.

“Be good, brother…stay in line…and I may just let you play with my toys like a good boy.”

Chapter 8

#the girl with two dragons #house of the dragon #hotd #george r r martin #aemoond targaryen #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #house black #house targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #helaena targaryen #tar

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holdmeclosertinytaron · 2 years

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Bathtime Bliss

A/N: Long time no write!! Tonight a little bit of inspo hit me and I wound up writing 500 words of a little blurb so here you go! I hope you enjoy it.

Every candle that you could find in the cabin surrounded the bath. You’d balanced them on the sink, on the little ledge at the side of the bath behind the taps, on the windowsill, and a few were dotted on the floor. Despite the bitter cold of the outside air that was slowly seeping in through the cracks in the window frame, the bathroom was warm, steam rising from the bathtub that you were submerged in.

You sat at one end of the bath with your legs rested against Taron’s thighs, watching him with a playful smile that he mirrored. His hands reached forward so that he could run his fingers over the skin of your calves. Your lungs filled with air and you let your eyes flutter closed slightly. It was the first time in a while that you felt truly content.

‘Do you think we ought to do something tomorrow?’ Taron asked. ‘We’ve been here two days and we haven’t left the cabin once.’

You took a sip of your wine and let the liquid burn your throat slightly. ‘Why would we leave the cabin and go out into the cold, wet snow when we have such a soft, warm bed here?’ You asked in response, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. ‘And we have been doing things. Lots of things. Fun thing.’

Taron jokingly shook his head at you, his smile growing just a little. He squeezed your leg lovingly before shifting his body in the water to get comfortable again. The water flowed around you, rippling around your body and heating up the areas of your skin that hadn’t been submerged in the hot water for a while. The bubbles that hadn’t popped while you’d spent over an hour in the bath were lapping at your skin. They tickled slightly and you smiled at the different feel.

‘I’ve enjoyed the things that we’ve been doing here,’ he whispered, using his strength to push himself forward so that he was closer to you. He hooked your legs around his waist and pulled you into his lap while he ran his hands over the expanse of your back. ‘But town is pretty. There are cute cafés and shops. And there are bookshops too, apparently.’

‘Breakfast in a café does sound nice,’ you said.

‘So tomorrow we wake up and put on every single layer that we can and we go out for breakfast. And then after breakfast we walk around town and go shopping. Maybe we wind up in a pub for lunch. Maybe we make our way back here and camp in front of the fire to stop ourselves from getting frostbite.’

You chuckled gently. ‘That sounds like a good day to me.’

‘I love you,’ he whispered, ‘and right now, as much as this bath is very romantic and I love just being in here with you…I-’

‘Me too,’ you laugh, grabbing both sides of his face and holding him steady before pressing your lips against his tightly.

#taron egerton imagines #taron egerton #taron #taron egerton sex #taron egerton blurbs #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton fanfiction #tar #taron x reader #taron egerton writing #taron egerton blurb #my writing #blurbs #taron egerton smut

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leennaan · 3 months

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Alessia Russo // Take on the world pt2

Here it is. Part two of „Take on the world“

Pt1 can be found here

Warnings: mentions of death and mental health problems. It’s not very detailed but it is mentioned so if that triggers you don’t read it. Take care of yourself.

With that being said, enjoy reading💕

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A few weeks had gone by since Alessia and Lotte had left the states, but the Corona situation had only worsened since then.

You left Chaphill a week after the two English girls to go back to your family in New York.

Alessia and you called each other daily. Sometimes you called her in the morning, and you would make breakfast for yourself and your little sister while she ate lunch or did her exercises. Sometimes it would already be night in England, and you would talk about your day while the blonde would just listen to you until she fell asleep.

The distance was hard for you both, as you were used to being in close proximity 24/7, but you managed.

But it got harder and harder when your girlfriend called you less and less. When you did talk to each other, you could sense that something was wrong, but you didn’t want to pressure Lessi.

When Alessia hadn’t talked to you in over two days with not even a text, you got worried.

You were scared that you had done anything. That she didn’t love you anymore. But also, maybe something had happened. Whenever the two of you talked, she looked drained with swollen and red-rimmed eyes. She looked like she had cried a lot, and it made you sick that you didn’t know what had happened to her.

So on the second day, she hadn’t called or answered your text, so you decided to call Lotte.

„Hey Y/N. What happened? You look like you cried."

Lotte had answered the second you dialed her number.

A son escaped your lips, and Lotte was instantly concerned.

„Calm down. Talk to me. What’s going on?"

„Lessi, she, I think she, she wants to break up with me."

You sobbed.

„Lessi wants what? Why would you say that? That girl is heads over heels in love with you.“

Lotte looked at you like you had lost your head or something. A few days ago, you would have believed her in an instant, but now you're not so sure.

"She hasn’t called me or answered my text in the last two days. That’s so unlike her. She called me even two or three times a day not many days ago, and then it got less and less, and the texts got shorter and shorter, and now she stopped altogether.“

You explained to Lotte, who looked more and more worried.

„Y/n I don’t think that that has anything to do with you. She hasn’t talked to me either, and the last time we talked, she looked so tired and sad."

Now you felt really bad. You had noticed that something was up with your girlfriend, but instead of trying to help her, you got stuck in your own head.

"You are right, Lotts. She looked like she had cried a lot when we last talked.“

„You know what? I will drive over tomorrow and look at how she is doing. I call you when I know more."

„Thank you, Lotts. I feel so stupid. I should have released that something wasn’t right. I wish I was with you guys. I want to help Lessi, but I feel like I am too far away.“

It took you a few hours to comprehend what Lotte had said.

You really felt dumb. The way you noticed her red and swollen eyes, her small voice when she talked, the way she seemed to be miles away—never once had you thought about why she was like that. Your mind had gone straight to thinking she would break up with you.

Now angry at yourself, you threw your mobile phone across the room, only to scramble to your feet and quickly make your way over to it when it started ringing.

You looked at your screen, which read “star girl." Stunned, you looked at the clock. It was around 3 a.m. in the morning in London. Now concerned about Alessia, you quickly accepted the face-time call.

You could barely make Alessia out in the darkness of her room, but you could definitely hear her sniffling.

“Lessi Baby? What’s wrong?” You asked, concerned, but she didn’t answer you.

"Baby, you scare me. You can talk to me; you know that, right?” It was silent for a few seconds, but it felt like hours until the blonde quietly started to talk.

"He, he is gone, Y/N."

Immediately, your heart sank. "They said he was better; they said he would be released soon. I don’t know what to do; y/n, he is gone.“

You watched as Alessia started to cry, and you wished nothing more than to be there with her. To be able to hold her. You knew she was talking about her grandpa. The situation in Italy was still tense. A lot of people were dying because of COVID, but until now, no one close to you was affected. Now that had changed, and you couldn’t imagine how Alessia must feel.

„Baby I am so sorry. I wish I could hold you. Is there anything I can do for you?“ You asked, now hating this whole situation even more.

Alessia's blue eyes were chiming with tears, and you had to fight back your own. Seeing Alessia like this broke you.

„Can you just talk to me? I haven’t slept since yesterday, when we got the call. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face."

„Of course I can. Anything specific?“ Your girlfriend shook her head.

„My parents are thinking of adopting a dog. They said that with me and also my sister going to college next year, they will be lonely. I felt betrayed that now that I am out of the house, they want a dog. You know I wanted one since I was little.“

And so you talked to her for the next few hours. Here and there, Alessia would hum or nod her head at you to show that she was listening. Slowly, you noticed her eyelids dropping and watched her fall into a restless sleep.

You stayed on the phone even after she fell asleep. As you watched her, a lone tear made its way down your cheek.

A few hours later, you woke up feeling slightly disoriented. You grabbed your phone from where it lay next to you.

Alessia had sent you a thank-you text and had wished you a good day.

That’s how the next few days went. At first, Alessia called you after she couldn’t fall asleep for hours, but you couldn’t see her struggling even more, so you started to call her around six p.m. London time. Often, Alessia just wanted to hear your voice, and you obliged, telling her about your day. One day you even played on your guitar after what felt like years. You started playing when you were little, but it got less and less in recent years. Now you were singing for her songs that you thought she liked or that she requested.

She didn’t know that you could play or sing, but she loved it, and so did you.

It kind of got therapeutic for you too, and slowly you started playing for yourself again, even when you were not talking to Alessia.

When the summer neared, you got increasingly excited.

Alessia was feeling better; at least that was what she told you.

You could still see the pain in her eyes, and you knew that she wasn’t as well as she said, but she was slowly getting there. Her smiles became more real again, and you knew she slept better because the begs under her eyes got less prominent.

Around early June, you went back to campus, and this time you took your guitar with you.

Over the last few weeks, you even started to write little songs. Nothing was good in your opinion, but it helped you sort out your thoughts.

Alessia and Lotte called you one afternoon when you were sitting in your dorm room with your guitar in hand, and they were both really buzzing. You felt the good energy as soon as you accepted the call.

„We are coming back!“ Was the first thing that Allesia shouted.

„Wait what?“ You asked, perplexed.

„Yes, we just booked our flight for next week. The restrictions aren’t as bad as before, and we want to get back as soon as possible. I know Blondie over here has missed you an awful lot, but I missed you almost as much," answered Lotte, and you couldn’t help the big grin that spread over your face when Alessia punched Lotte lightly on the shoulder.

„No way, guys, I am so excited. When are you back? I’ll pick you up from the airport. I can’t believe it. I missed you both. Campus and everything just isn’t the same without you Brits.“ You laughed.

That’s how you found yourself in the airport in North Carolina only five days later, impatiently waiting for the two girls to arrive.

And with almost one and a half hours of delay, they landed. As soon as you saw Alessia, you couldn’t help yourself, and you sprinted right into her arms. She had dropped her luggage to be able to hoist you up into her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist, clinging to her like a koala.

„Oh how I have missed you." Whispered Lessi into your ear, not letting go of you. You answered by kissing her. It felt so good to have her lips on yours again.

After what felt like hours but in reality were only a few seconds, Lotte interrupted you two. „I know you guys love each other and missed each other so much, but I also missed you. Can I at least get a hug?“

Both Lessi and you couldn’t help but laugh before your girlfriend let you down, and you hugged Lotte. „I missed you too, Lotts.“

The next few weeks were the best you had for a while. Being able to spend time with your girlfriend made you extremely happy, and you could see that Alessia was feeling better too.

Of course, there were days when she was feeling down, but being able to just hug you was enough to make her better.

On days she was feeling especially down, you would get out your guitar and play something for her. You even taught her a few accords.

But soon you noticed that not all things were back to perfect.

At training, there was uncertainty about stuff and players. No one knew what the season would bring.

It wasn’t decided whether the games would be held as normal or if there would even be a college cup.

Training was hard if no one knew what they trained for.

You noticed that Lotte and Alessia were not happy with the situation.

„When we don’t have games, we are losing our opportunities.“ Said Lotte one evening when you were sitting together with the whole team. Of course, she was right. Without games to watch for national or club coaches, they would lose their spot on the national team and chances for a professional contract after college.

„I talked with the guffer today. He said he has no idea what’s going to happen this season. I also asked my brother what I should do. He recommended looking for offers back in England.“ Said Alessia while she was cuddled by your side. You didn’t want the girls to leave again, but you knew the situation would probably be the best. „What about you guys? Do you consider playing outside the U.S.?“ asked Lois. You watched as your friends answered. „I don’t know. My dream was always to play in the NWSL. It doesn’t really matter to me anyway. I‘ve got two years of college left, and my mother would literally disown me if I dropped out.“ The fact that you were a year younger than most of your close friends and girlfriend just hit you. Knowing that you would be left behind for a year even without this whole Corona thing going on.

Alessia noticed that your mind was starting to wander. Your habit of overthinking is getting the better of you again. So you hadn’t noticed her standing up. Only once did she pull you towards her, carefully maneuvering you out of the room.

„Baby breath. Breath. I am here. Follow my breathing. That’s it, baby. Slowly. Yes. There you are.“ Slowly, your breathing settled down.

„I don’t want you to leave. Not again.“ You whispered, and Alessia pulled you against her. Wrapping her strong arms around your body. „No matter what. I'll always love you. I know it was hard for us both, but we can do it again. I will visit whenever I can, and I promise you I will always be one call away. I know it may not seem like this right now, but I know for sure that you and I are forever.“ She kissed you hard, like a promise.

Your eyes were still closed when she pulled away slightly.

„I know we are still young…“ You felt her move away from your body and watched her get a jewelry box out. You opened your mouth, but she interrupted you. "Don't worry, I am not proposing. At least not yet.“ You couldn’t help but chuckle.

"It's a promise ring. I promise that I will never desert you. I promise that one day I will go down on that knee. A promise of a future together. "I promise that even though there might be thousands of kilometers between us, I will always be there for you.“ Tears streamed down your face as you watched her. Heart racing, you put your hand out for her to put the ring on your finger. „Not yet, baby. There is something on the inside I want you to look at."

Carefully, you grabbed the ring. Written in cursive were the words ‚We will take on the world‘ a sentence that both of you had repeatedly said to each other.

„I love you so much.“ You said this, grabbing her face with your hands and kissing her hard.

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I am already working on Pt 3 which will also be the final part

Always open to feedback ☺️

#alessia russo x y/n #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #woso #unc tar heels #unc Reader #alessia russo #lotte wubben moy #woso x reader #Tar Heels #woso imagine

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bunny-extract · 1 year

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silly dumb completely self indulgent request because you get me

how would any of the boys feel about an s/o who's a self proclaimed make up artist? literally shaved off my entire eyebrows for more eyeshadow space. sometimes will do make up w no eyebrows. vaguely alien but the face looks cool!

pick your favorite boys👉👈

(willing to send pictures of make up as proof LMAO)

please fill my inbox w indulgent requests they make my soul happy!!! AND SHOW ME UR SICK ASS MAKEUP !!!!

Price // would double take, definitely makes an old man comment in comparing the look to something extraterrestrial, but he's so game for it. Genuinely looks forward to seeing what new looks you put together, because he can't for the life of him predict what you'll do next. Keeps you in front of him for a good five minutes going "How'd you make it do the...like this?" gesturing wildly to your face and his own.

Gaz // Really enjoys watching you do your makeup, and would be so willing to let you do his. Strong hc that he's more openly queer in his personal life, and would really take comfort sharing that with you. Lipstick is his favorite part, and when he tells you that you ask if he'd like to try putting it on for you. He'd take his time gently painting along the border of your lips, filling it in. Begs for a kiss afterwards, and you indulge painting it right back on him.

Soap // wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of you, his attention all over your hard work. He's also an artist and has a really strong appreciation for any medium. You can always trust him to swipe the gentlest finger under your eye to fix where a bit of mascara smudged, enamored with every detail. Would reach out to pet at your face and stop himself short. "I can't bear to ruin it," but you can forfeit the beat for him, you really don't mind.

Ghost // takes a good look at you, nods his head and says you look fucking dangerous. Based on his (lame ass) tats he's impressed by anything, and so the more intricate or editorial your looks go, the more he into it he gets. Sweetly bonds with you about it by showing you what he uses on his eyes, and hands over this little bullet of face paint that looked like it was made during one of the world wars.. It feels like a vulnerable thing to share so you hold back your screaming, but that little swatch test you did with it doesn't rub off until Simon puts gasoline on it.

When they're away you send pictures of your makeup to the group chat and they all go out of their way to hype it up. Sometimes it's a big text message through only one persons phone, or a bunch of sporadic ones spanning over a week.

#asks #this was fucking fun i had a good time w this #!!!#gasoline thing fake but inspired by all my roofer friends who regularly use it to rub off tar and glue #and that gives big dumb man aka Ghost #141 headcanons #mw2 headcanons #mw2 hcs #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #bunnywriting

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ultralightpoe · 1 year

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hear me out hear me out, tear you apart by she wants revenge. thinking very enemies to lovers hate fuckin kinda thing. obviously its really up to you but this song is very hot lol

Tear You Apart- Aemond Targaryen

Description: Aemond hates you and you hate him, but why did he feel so freaking good all the time

Authors Note: BUCKLE IN BITCHES! Also my requests are open for April, take a look at this post to see the request event and send some in! Happy April!

Warnings: Smut, adultery, fun fun fun

Word Count: 2924

Enjoy!

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Alicent was punishing him. Not that she would ever admit to it, or he could ever prove, but it was just something he knew. Because there was absolutely no reason that you should be seated next to him as this gods forsaken dinner.

Aemond had known you had entered the second his spine locked up, nervousness and anxiety racking through him as he risked a glance in your direction to see that you were already looking at him. You had walked in, a smarmy smile laced on your face, with your arm laced through your new husbands and a dazzling necklace across your neck.

You squinted a bit at him before turning to whisper something in your husband's ear and Aemond found himself squeezing the goblet in his hand and trying his best not to sneer or rip his nephew's head off.

You had chosen the bastard over him. How pathetic. So scared of your own emotions that you ran to the easiest target rather than facing the fucking truth.

A smug feeling filled his chest at the thought of you moaning his name while in bed with his cowardly nephew, that feeling quickly being washed away by the sound of his mothers voice. “Lady Y/n, how radiant you look. Dare I say….glowing?”

His hand tightened across the goblet again, red blinding his sight before you answered with a small laugh. “Not yet, but not from lack of trying. I swear.”

Your voice was bragging and he tried not to laugh. As if his nephew could actually give you any form of pleasure. Not after you had Aemond.

“I do apologize for our seating arrangement, you are in between my two boys tonight for the meal.” Alicent smiles before passing you and moving to greet her old friend. You turn to Aemond and give him a polite smile before turning to Jacaerys and kissing his cheek.

Before Aemond could remove himself from the table your husband was blocking his path, pulling out your chair for you and kissing your head, leaning down to mutter a soft “Remember the plan” before moving to his own side of the table.

Aemond loses sight of him the second he is away from you, because he cannot seem to drag his eyes anywhere else. Gods, he hated you. Hated everything about you. From the perfect hair to the gorgeous eyes all the way to the natural way you seemed to win everyone over. Witch.

You move your head to make eye contact and the second you do his heart stops dead in his chest. It was annoying that you still had this power over him.

“If you look any closer you might burn right through me….prince.” You smile, batting your eyelashes the way you always knew riled him up. It was like you enjoyed pissing him off.

“Good. Last I checked we were supposed to burn the witches.” He replies, trying to keep a nonchalant attitude. He knew the second the smile laced your features that he was correct, you really did enjoy pissing him off.

“Well since I am a witch I feel quite free to lie. By the way, your eye patch looks dashing tonight. Really brings out the purple of your eye.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe if you play nice with your nephews I’ll take pity on you.”

He was so close to responding before everyone else took their seats and he was left in silence while you turned your attention to the king. Only you weren’t actually paying attention.

You played it normal, and Aemond nearly jumped out of his skin when your hand met his under the table, a soft touch from your pinky onto his.

He tears his hand away, turning to glare at you before you roll your own and lean back, a heat traveling across his skin when you wink.

You were mocking him. He knew it.

“Aemond, is it true that you and Lady Y/n grew up together?” Lord Stark asks, forcing Aemond to drag his eyes away from you.

“Indeed. We had studies together.” You answer for him, smiling lightly as you leant forward to grab your goblet.

“I taught her everything she knows.” Aemond says this as he looks to his nephew, that smug feeling returning again as his nephew sneers. That’s right, I made her cum long before you.

When he glances back to you, the conversation moving away from him finally, you are already staring at him once again. This time your eyes are hooded, and he knows that you caught on to his jab.

“I believe I taught you a few useful tricks myself.” You whisper, before turning away to talk to the person on your right.

His entire body is aflame at the memories and a harsh anger rises in him. Of course you would do this, marry his nephew then rub it in his face.

You had led him on. You had tore him up as though it was nothing.

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her

Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light

When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

You ignored his existence the rest of dinner, not that Aemond minded because he got many opportunities to glance at you this way.

He watched the way you fixed your hair and the way your hand caresses the bodice of your dress when you bring it back down. He looks at the exposed part of your neck before his eyes catch on the pulse point.

How easy it would be to just lean over and bite you the way he knows you like. How easy it would be to reach his hand up your skirt and- Your eyes cast to him before he can finish the thought and he soon realizes that everyone is staring at him.

“I apologize, I seem to have dazed off.” He rushes out, trying not to get embarrassed under your gaze. “I do not feel well, I believe I should return to my chambers.”

Before anyone could argue his request he is out of the chair, burning through the room and heading to his own chambers across the keep. It was uncomfortable to walk due to the aching hard on he now wore, and he was desperate to make it to his rooms to fix this problem.

He felt like a stupid fool. You probably barely thought of him, and here he was pining after you. Pining after the traitor.

By the time he pushes the door to his chambers his chest is heaving and every piece of him feels as though it is on fire. Ragged breaths consumed him as his fingers worked to tear off his leathers.

“Fuck.” He curses, when his finger snags on the leather of his riding pants, hopping out of his boots to hop on the bed. His back hits the cushion of it and he stares at the ceiling for a moment so he could calm down and focus.

He could not think about you. He hated you. You betrayed him and he hated you-

Before he could stop himself he reached down, a moan slipping from his lips as he touched himself, your face flashing in his mind. No no no. This was wrong and he hated you.

But that didn’t stop him from sitting up, working himself faster as he imagined you above him, moaning to him just as you used to at the speed you liked- fuck Y/n. fuck fuck fu-

Y/n.

You were there. In the doorway with wide eyes and a blush on your cheeks as he stopped short, a ragged whine passing his lips when he realized.

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

“I wasn’t…” The lie begins to slip from his lips before he can stop it, but halfway through he realizes that he shouldn’t have to lie. You had seen him do this countless times, how was today different?

You were married. And you shouldn’t be here. “Leave.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, eyes welling up as you take a step back before you turn. Only you don’t leave, when your hand touches the door you risk a glance over your shoulder to where he is still sitting, still completely bare to you. “I’m sorry you hate me.”

“I’m not.” He sneers, face heating as your eyes track across his body. “You are a lying whore.”

“Indeed.”

“And you took everything I gave you and threw it away.”

“If that’s what you believe.”

You stared, unmoving, as he stood and walked closer. Everything in him screamed to pull you close and he was infuriated that even after all this time he still craved your touch. He still dreamt of having you in his sheets just as you used to.

“You should leave.” He whispers, his chest meeting yours as he looks down on you, hands clenched at his sides to keep from grasping them in your hair like he wanted.

“I should.” You reply, leaning your nose up to touch against his. The second your skin meets his he is gone, hands whipping up to your hair as he pulls you in for a rough and ragged kiss.

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Maybe if he just got you out of his system it would be better. He could hate you from a distance after this and everything would be fine. But the moment his lips touch your own he knows he is a goner.

A warmth bleeds through his chest as you kiss back, your hands wrapping around to pull him closer by his back and he pushes you both forward until you are pressed against the door. A grunt pushes through him when his hands travel your body, lifting your skirt to touch the back of your thighs and help you hop up.

Tearing yourself away to catch your breath gives him a moment to stare at you, the smug feeling returning once again. “Where is your husband?”

“Don’t ask.” You gasp, pulling him back in for another kiss. He stabilizes you both so you can reach and undo your corset, biting his lip harshly and making him groan out.

“I hate you-”

“I hate you more.” He enjoyed the way you gasped that out, allowing him to suck at your neck as both of you begin grinding into each other. “Aemond please-”

“Please what?”

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

“Aemond.” You try again, leaning to catch his head in your hands and pull him up to face you. “I’m so-”

“That’s not what I want to hear and you know it.” He seethes, pushing your skirt up higher. “I don’t want to hear your fake fucking apologies.”

And then the dam breaks and you are rushing forward to kiss him again, your teeth clash against each other and you bite down harshly before pulling back, eyes hooded. “Then fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me.”

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I want to fucking tear you apart

He doesn’t waste any time, dragging you both to the bed and slamming you across the sheets, laying on top of you with a fire in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. “This is familiar.”

A small laugh tears from your throat when he grips your corset and tears it in half, growling a bit as he moves to your skirt. The sound of cloth ripping fills the room and you sit up quickly, snatching the eye patch off his face before he can fight it.

A hand wraps around your wrist tightly, dragging the patch back. “No. I want to see you, Aemond.” You argue, keeping your arm tight as he grunts out before finally letting go.

He can’t argue that, nor can he argue the proud feeling he gets from those words, instead he crawls up your body until you are nose to nose. You smile at him and for a moment he can imagine himself back to the moments you used to have, before you were married off.

“Breathe.” He whispers, just like he always had, before he is pushing himself into you. A groan escapes him at the same time you gasp out, hands scratching along his back as he fills you fully and for the first time in a long time he felt at home,

It disgusted him.

“I hate you.”

“Then show me.” You laugh and he gives in.

Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

The room filled with grunts and the heavy sound of skin slapping, Aemonds hands landing on the bed above both your shoulders to keep you trapped close to him as his hips snapped into you over and over.

“You’re…..a….fucking whore-” He seethes, grunting louder as you moan out. “A fucking traitor.”

He laughs when you come undone, moving to lean down closer and press his nose to your cheek when you turn away. “I’m not done yet.”

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

He takes you over and over, telling himself each time would be the last, but he couldn’t get enough. It was like a beast that had been let out of its cage and was ravaging anything it possibly could.

By the time he had his fill, 5 rounds later when the sun began coming up, he let you sleep beside him as he kept you close. His hand laid on your thigh as you curled yourself up, breathing evenly as you dreamt.

Just one more kiss and he would be good. He would be rid of this craving, he swears it.

But when his lips touched your forehead very softly he closed his eyes and held them there, mentally begging himself to just get up and never touch you again. He hates you.

“A traitorous whore.” You murmur, eyes still closed, and his eyebrows pop up in surprise. “That’s what you are thinking. I know it.”

“Am I wrong?”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

You left the next morning in one of his tunics, with a limp in your step that had his heart beating quickly but he ignored it, holding a hand to his chest to try and stop it.

When the door shuts he turns back to the bed, shoving his nose in the pillow you had slept and and imagined if you could stay, if you had married him instead.

Pathetic.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

The halls were filled with people cheering and wearing flower crowns, the courtyard filled with twice as much music.

Aemond sat under the tree feeling sick and angry.

They were celebrating you, or rather your child. The news had passed quickly that you had begun your labors in the early hours of the day, with Rhaenyra by your side and your ‘devoted husband’.

“Brother!” Helaena calls, snapping him out of his moping. “Come!”

Ever the attentive brother he stands, moving to follow her through the halls as she holds her baby in her hands. She talks his ear off as they join their mother, her face pulled into a tight frown.

The two ladies lead him to Rhaenyras chambers, where you are laid out on the bed with sweat covering your skin and a small bundle in your arms. Rhaenyra is giving you the widest smile he has ever seen his sister give and many people are congratulating Jahaerys.

“Have you heard the good news?” A Lord asks, leaning in to whisper to Aemond. “Lady Y/n has delivered a Targaryen. White hair and all.”

Memories of your last night flash together, of Jahearys asking you about a plan and you showing up to his rooms.

A wide smile covers his face when he looks up to find you already staring at him, a knowing and tired look on your own features. Oh, how he hated you.

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