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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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can i please request something with eris x reader where reader is the sister of Rhysand and she’s secretly meeting him and they’re in love and mated. She becomes pregnant and her instincts wants her closer to her mate so she finds every excise to go to the autumn court, claiming that since eris is a new high lord they need to make good connections. Rhysand tells her to stay there for a month and she leaves. Thst one month she fakes letters to them and tells everything runs smoothly when she knows that eris wouldn’t ever declare war against his mates home. Eris hates that she’s not with him and they decide to tell the inner circle. They’re angry at first but them reader explains that eris and rhysand are the same, wearing a mask. So they accept him when they see how extremely protective he is of her, defending her when rhysand yelled at her. They’re accepted and leave for the autumn court for the baby where she becomes high lady👀

Everything is going to be okay.

Eris x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst, swearing, mentions of death, clipping, abuse and sex

Okay I was really excited about this. Thank you for the incredible request. I hope you enjoy it!

Velaris was your home, and it wasn’t just the beautiful and peaceful city that made it your home, it was the people there… your family. You had barely escaped death, your mother was able to hide you and you had watched her and your sister howling in pain as their wings were ripped from their backs, you were almost caught when they chopped off their heads making you throw up. The noise caught the attention of one of the males, but you quickly placed your hand over your mouth and nose keeping you silent. You only left your hiding place when you heard your older brother’s -Rhysand’s deep and soothing voice, you ran into his arms crying and screaming. Sometimes when you are feeling scared or sad you can still feel the ghost of his hands, engulfing you tightly and his warmth keeping you safe.

The trauma never faded, especially for Rhys… he became paranoid about your safety and at some point, he even locked you in the house of wind, warding it so only Cassian, Azriel, Mor, Amren and he could get in or out. When Rhys was trapped under the mountain everything changed, you became the ruler of the court of dreams with your cousin’s -Mor’s help. You both worked hard day and night to keep Velaris hidden and the people safe, you both felt that you owed this to your brother who so selflessly traded his life for your freedom and happiness.

Then Rhysand came back, and took control of the Night Court again, but this time he noticed how strong you became and made you his emissary. That’s how you met your mate, the heir of the Autumn Court, the prince. He had come to Hewn city to make a bargain with your brother, and the moment he stepped in front of your brother’s throne and his eyes fell on you on Rhysand’s right side the bond snapped. You sent him a thankful look when he didn’t say anything and later that evening he found you alone, trapping you between his strong body and the wall. He cupped your face and snorted.

“A princess for the prince” he had said with a smirk.

You knew you had to stay away from him, you knew that if your brother ever found out he would lock you in the house of wind again and probably murder your mate slowly and painfully. But you couldn’t, you immediately saw through Eris’ mask, you could see how his eyes softened when he looked at you and how his hand trembled by the power he used to keep it from touching you. He showed you so much respect and affection that at some point made you wonder if he really was Beron’s son. Other than that, his looks didn’t help with staying away, the Autumn heir is a sight for sore eyes. Strong and sculpted body, sharp face decorated with the most beautiful amber eyes you have ever seen and full lips that look so soft and biteable. You craved him, you wanted to devour him. Every night you would dream about him, about the things you wanted him to do to you and when it all became too much you pulled the bond and sneaked out to find him. You kept meeting him secretly and after a few months you accepted the bond, asking Lucien to put a glamour on you so your family wouldn’t smell Eris’ scent on you and making him swear not to tell anyone. Lucien kept his oath and covered for you when you sneaked out to find his brother.

It had been a year since you accepted the bond when two things happened at the same day. Rhysand helped Eris kill Beron and you found out you were pregnant.

Eris was busy with his new duties and the night court was on lockdown until they figured what your mate’s plans were, so sneaking out to find him wasn’t an option anymore and your pregnancy making you yearn for your mate wasn’t helping at all. You were completely frustrated, and your anxiety had reached its peak, you knew that your baby bump would be visible in a few weeks, and you dreaded your brother’s reaction.

“I can send Mor there its too risky for you” Rhysand used his high lord’s voice as he spoke to you. “Are you kidding me? You want to send Mor to the Autumn Court? After everything that she went through?” you threw your hands up in the air and yelled.

“She forgave Eris a long time ago” Rhys argued.

“Our court’s relationship with the Autumn is fragile, if you send your sister there it’s a message of trust and respect. After all I’m one of your most trusted emissaries, you know that I will never betray you.” Your face was red, you were so frustrated, and your body shook with need. Need to touch your mate, to be close to him, to feel his warmth and affection. Your baby needed its father, and you wouldn’t let it down.

Rhys rubbed his face and sighed. “Okay, you are right. You will go there for a month, I expect you to write to me every Friday and if you sense something wrong you will come back immediately.”

You smiled and ran to him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you! I won’t let you or our court down” you promised and hurried off to pack.

After saying goodbye to everyone you winnowed right outside of the Autumn court’s palace, Eris was waiting at the gates a smile on his face as he saw you.

“Finally, Rhys wrote to me three hours ago” he rolled his eyes and smirked.

“I had to pack” you smiled and shrugged.

He took your bags and guided you to your room. The moment the door closed and no one could see you, Eris threw your bags on the bed and picked you up, spinning you around and kissing your neck. “I missed you so much little fox” he murmured between kisses.

“I missed you too my lord” you replied, and he growled at the new title. His arms tightened around you and the kisses became bites. “How do you wish to be taken little fox” he breathed and carried you to the bed.

“Wait” you gasped as he laid you down and crawled on top of you. He froze and kept himself higher, not a single part of him touching you. You always loved how respectful he is whenever you tell him to stop or wait.

“I want to tell you something” you continued, and he tried to stand up. You quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him down on you. “What is it baby?” he asked and stared at your eyes anxiously.

“We are not alone” you smiled, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

He watched as your hand grabbed his own and placed it on your abdomen, pressing slightly. He blinked, realization hitting him like a brick.

“Are you?” he whispered.

“Your heir is in there” you replied, your voice soft and filled with love. “My heir…” he repeated, and his thumb caressed your soft skin.

You teared up at the feelings he was shoving down the bond, happiness, love, pride and fear.

“Everything is going to be okay” you reassured him.

“Does your brother know?” he asked after the initial shock.

“Not yet” you replied, and he nodded.

He pushed your shirt up and moved so he was on the same level as your belly, he left small kisses there. “I will always protect you.” He glanced at you “Both of you”.

You spent the rest of the day in your room with Eris making love to you and worshiping your body.

He left early in the morning not wanting someone to see him and you pressed your head on his pillow, needing to feel his warmth and scent. His words kept replaying in your mind.

“I can’t wait for your belly to grow.” “Fuck you’re going to be so beautiful.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

You spent the rest of the days exploring the palace, getting to know Lady Autumn and the people there. Every night Eris would sneak into your room and stay there until the morning. The first Friday you wrote a quick letter to Rhysand explaining that Eris is way too busy handling the problems in his court to even care about the other courts. He responded quickly “Okay be safe, I love you”.

You felt guilty for lying to him, but every time Eris would come and lay his head on your belly, talking to the baby and kissing your soft skin your guilt would turn into anger. How could your brother not see the mask Eris wore? They were practically the same. You shouldn’t have to hide your mating bond just because Rhys doesn’t want to see the truth.

Next Friday came and you went into Eris’ office asking for his help to write the letter.

Eris seems to want to keep the peace between Autumn and Night for now.

You wrote and sent it to Rhys. The reply came a few moments later.

Find out his plans for the future. You can do this, I believe in you. I love you.

You sighed and stared at your mate.

“You know that I would never attack your court, right?” he asked with a frown. “Yes but I can’t say that to Rhys, he will ask me how I know that… what will I say? Because he is my mate and I’m pregnant with his child? I’m going to give him a heart attack!”

“I know but he will find out eventually” Eris sighed.

“Eventually” you repeated and sat on his lap, hiding your face in his neck.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

The month passed way to quickly and Eris watched as you packed your bags with a sad smile. His eyes stayed on your covered baby bump.

“Okay, I think I’m ready” you announced, and he growled.

His eyes became darker, his stare possessive and the candles in the room flickered.

“No.” he yelled “Enough with this shit. You will stay here by my fucking side as my wife and the mother of my heir! If Rhysand has a fucking problem with that then I will start a fucking war!” his voice was lethal as he spoke. The primal need to protect his mate and child taking over. You had never seen him look so feral and you took a step back.

“Baby calm down… please” you softly said.

“I can’t stand this anymore y/n. I want my mate by my side.”

“Okay then come with me. We can tell them together.” You offered your heart breaking by the sadness in his eyes.

He nodded and took your hand. You winnowed to Velaris and dropped in the house of wind. Eris glanced around curiously, and you both walked inside.

Cassian, Azriel and Nesta were sitting in the dining room all of their eyes widening as they saw Eris.

“What is he doing here?” Cassian growled while Azriel’s eyes unfocused, you knew he was calling Rhysand. Eris snorted but didn’t speak as you squeezed his hand.

You ignored Cassian and pulled Eris with you towards the table, you both sat down next to each other and waited.

“Y/n I asked you something” Cassian spoke again and stared at you.

“And I didn’t reply.” You shrugged “I’m waiting for my brother -your High Lord”.

Everyone kept staring at the two of you, Cassian and Azriel were gripping their daggers ready to attack if Eris made a wrong move. Your mate had a bored expression on his face, completely ignoring the two Illyrian warriors. His hand was holding your own tightly and his thumb was rubbing soothing circles.

Rhysand appeared a few minutes later with Feyre, he scowled when he saw Eris and moved gracefully to the chair at the head of the table. A statement.

“What’s going on?” he asked as everyone took a seat around the table, their eyes never leaving you and Eris. “Eris is my mate” you announced.

Feyre and Nesta gasped while Rhysand let a low growl.

“We found out the day he visited Hewn City to make the bargain with you. At first, we kept our distance, but the bond was so strong that I sneaked out to find him a few days later. We’ve been together ever since.”

You could see hurt flashing into Rhysand’s violet eyes and you sighed.

“No!” Rhysand snarled “I won’t let my sister get involved with a monster. His father abused his mother daily, and what do they say? Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?”

Eris was seething and you stood up abruptly. “Are you serious right now? I didn’t expect you out of all the people to be so blind. Can’t you see that everything he does is a façade? You do the same fucking shit every time you visit Hewn city. Guess what… Eris doesn’t have a dreamy court where he can stay and be himself, he has to wake up every day and wear the fucking mask in order to keep his court from falling apart!” You were screaming so loud that your face became red and all the veins in your neck popped.

Eris cursed under his breath and got up too, he wrapped his arm around you and cupped your face with the other. “Can someone get her some fucking water?” he growled, and a glass appeared in front of him. “Its okay little fox, calm down” he whispered in your ear, leaving a kiss on your temple as he pushed your shoulders down making you sit.

“Rhysand” Eris spoke “I don’t care about your opinion, she is my mate and the laws of Prythian allow me to claim her, I’m only here because I care for her, and I don’t want her to lose her family.”

Rhysand scoffed. “I don’t care about the stupid laws, all the other High Lords will stand by my side. They will understand that I want to protect my sister.”

“Not when she is carrying my heir” Eris smirked.

“What?” your brother yelled and got up. His dark power was flowing into the room making you shiver. Cassian and Azriel jumped on their feet ready to support their High Lord.

Eris growled and a shield of fire appeared around you, leaving him defenseless against your brother.

Rhysand stared at the scene in front of him, he could see the worry in Eris’ eyes, not for his self but for you. He saw how your arm stretched to grab your mate and the shield pushed it back.

“Do you love her?” he asked.

“More than my heart can handle” Eris responded immediately, not a hint of hesitation.

“Do you love him?” your brother glanced at you. You nodded and let the tears flow.

“Do you swear to keep her safe and happy?” he asked Eris.

Your mate nodded and you saw a small tattoo appearing behind his ear. You watched as the rest of the inner circle nodded and relaxed.

“Okay. If I find out that you mistreated her in any way, I will let Azriel find you and do as he please”.

Eris scoffed. “You are welcome in my court to participate in the ceremony”.

Your mate paused and looked at you “I’m going to swear her in as my High Lady” he continued with a soft smile. You almost choked on air and stared at him with wide eyes.

Everyone smiled at that and suddenly the shield of fire dissolved and Eris offered you his hand.

You both walked out and you glanced at Rhysand one last time.

“ We will be there” Rhysand said.

Everything is going to be okay indeed.

I have received 11 requests and I'm so happy but also stressed. Please excuse any delay my poor brain can't make so many stories in one day!

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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The Princess and The Duke Chapter 1 - Homecoming

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She’s late.

You’re hardly surprised, your mom has never been what anyone could ever describe as punctual, but you are annoyed. Is this punishment for quitting your lucrative position at the law firm? For not telling her, only so she could find out on the rumour mill? No, your mom is petty, but this would be low even for her. She’s probably just drunk and forgot. Even if it is only two in the afternoon.

You sigh as you open the Uber app on your phone, the estimated wait is another twenty minutes. You sigh as you book one anyway, looking around for somewhere to sit. You look up to see a vaguely familiar man exit a flashy looking Mustang, the dark textured racing stripes on cherry red catching your attention as he races into the arrivals short-stay bay.

He’s dressed in dark grey slacks and a pale dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks like an investment banker, or some other scummy Wall Street type. The handsome man scans the crowd with purpose. His broad, tense, shoulders flex as he moves, his brow is deeply furrowed as he turns to you. His eyes are impossibly dark, deep amber bleeding into black. You blink rapidly as you hear your name roll from his plush lips and you cock your head to the side with a confused grimace on your face.

“Do I know you?”

The near-stranger’s face contorts as he hurries over to you.

“I’m Dave, your mom’s husband? Weren’t you at the wedding?”

“Oh shit. Yeah hi, sorry I’m really jetlagged and some kid was kicking my seat the whole flight.” You scramble, horrified that you clearly forgot what your new stepdad was called, let alone what he looks like. It feels weird, using such a term at your age, surely the idea of stepparents was well beyond you, but here you are.

“It’s no problem, let me take your bags.”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, grabbing your two enormous suitcases before you can move, leaving you with your carryon and rucksack. You follow Dave, intrigued by the strangely friendly nature of your mother’s current husband.

“I could have got those.”

You say as you round the vehicle, dumping your bags in the oddly spacious trunk. Dave looks at you with a grimace as he runs his hand through his short hair. You don’t know why but he’s tense. You try not to let it get to you as you brush past him to reach the passenger side door. You slide in without a word as you watch Dave manoeuvre into his seat.

“It’s nothing, least I could do seeing as I’m late.”

You try and ignore the way your eyes rove over his body, he’s way too hot for your mom, and fuck, he can’t be a day over forty, ten years older than you at best. The engine roars to life and you hear the distortion from the exhaust, telling you the car has been modded.

“What exhaust did you get added in?”

Dave doesn’t take his eyes off the road but you note the twitch of his plush lips as he smiles.

“You know cars?”

“Maybe,” You shrug as you watch the freeway peel around you at the speed Dave is driving, “Just know that drone,” You gesture over your shoulder with a smile, “Happens when you take too many silencers out. You compensating for something Dave?”

He exhales through his nose in a short huffing noise, something like a laugh; and your chest flutters at the look he gives you through the rear-view mirror. His eyes crinkle a little at the corners and his dark eyes dance with light as his lips twitch upwards into a smile that makes his cheeks dimple.

“Your mom warned me about that smart mouth of yours, just didn’t expect such a sharp tongue.”

You don’t know why but the light scolding from your stepfather makes your pussy clench. You break eye contact and opt to stare out of the window for the rest of the drive. You put it down to jet lag, or sleep deprivation, but every time you catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with his fresh perspiration it sends your mind into overdrive.

You catch glimpses of him, his thick forearms as he changes gears, as he pulls in and out of traffic and you cannot believe that this man is married to your mother of all people. You pull out your phone and start looking at your schedule for the week, you’re going to be giving your viewers a show tonight, even if you didn’t have a livestream booked in, you think you can make an exception tonight.

~*~

Lost in thought, you don’t notice the way Dave is also sneaking looks at you, taking you in. And all the while he’s trying to expel the thoughts of you from his mind. But one thing he can’t ignore, that already has him transfixed, is the way you’re clearly the polar opposite of your mother. You’re smart, worldly, and interested in something more than yoga, mani-pedis, or the bottom of a wine bottle.

He keeps telling himself that he’s stealing glances to size you up, get a feel for the kind of person you are. As if he’s analysing you like a hit. He didn’t miss the way your pupils dilated as he scolded you, nor the way your chest heaved as your breathing picked up. The app on your phone looked identical to the one he uses to organise his work schedule. He couldn’t get a clear look, but it surprised him to see that you weren’t scrolling through social media or texting friends. He files that away for later as he forces himself to stop looking at you.

With every passing second his gaze is less analytical and there’s a hunger to the way his eyes travel over your body. He tries to quash the selfish desire roiling in his belly as he focuses back on the road.

~*~

You must have fallen asleep at some point, the rumble of the V8 engine somehow lulling you off to sleep. A broad hand jostles your bare shoulder, and you hum softly as you come around. You look up to see Dave’s dark eyes staring into your own. His jaw is tight, and his plush lips pursed as his palm lingers on the swell of your shoulder.

“We’re here.”

Is all he says before he slides out of the seat, slamming the door behind him as he makes his way to the trunk. He grabs all of your bags this time, not giving you a chance to protest as he exits the garage through a side door you can only assume leads into the house.

The garage is huge, bigger than your entire apartment in New York and you raise an eyebrow at the meticulous organisation of the space. The floors are swept and polished, the dark linoleum flooring practically shining in contrast to the bright white walls. Tool benches and cabinets line the far wall, sandwiching a large work bench between them.

You notice that your mom’s escalade is absent from the garage, she must be out as she would never park on the driveway. You hear Dave call your name from inside the house and hurry through the door.

You recognise the marble countertops and wood floors from the many video calls with your mom when she’s drunk and feeling sentimental. What you hadn’t realised is how goddamn big the kitchen was.

“Fu-uck.”

Dave looks at you with a raised brow for a mere second before he realises you’re marvelling at his kitchen. He winces a little before his right hand rubs against the back of his neck as he tries to find the right thing to say.

“It’s a lot, right?”

There’s a nervous chuckle lacing his tone and you look up with an equally stunned expression as you realise he’s humble. The thought is jarring as you see the bashful flush across his cheeks.

“’Sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice in it?”

You volley back at him, still in minor-shock from the utter opulence of the house. You knew Dave had money, but this was something else.

“Your mom picked the house; I just paid the bill.”

He laughs, but it sounds hollow, rehearsed even.

“Didn’t think mom had it in her.” You mutter under your breath as you remorsefully commend your mother for landing someone with looks and money.

“Have what in her?” Dave asks as he scoffs before leaning against one of the marble countertops.

“Nothing, sorry I’m just exhausted could you show me where I’ll be staying?”

“Follow me.” Dave shrugs, the whimsy leaving his face in a flash as he seems to shake himself mentally.

You do as you’re told and traipse after him. The whole house is a shade of beige, white, or wood textures. It reeks of your mom and her obsession for everything Scandinavian or minimalist.

Sad beige houses for sad beige housewives.

You think to yourself, imagining Werner Herzog speaking the words like in that TikTok video about sad beige children.

Dave shows you to your room and leaves you to unpack and get comfortable. The room is huge, you look around at the sad beige interior design choices and immediately get out your iPad, jotting down notes and making a vague floor plan of the room.

The furniture, though boring, is low priority, clearly never used. The desk to the right of the door lines up perfectly with the base of the bed, perfect. There are two doors on the far-right wall, and you hum to yourself with curiosity as you open the first door. You gawp at the huge ensuite, there’s a walk-in shower big enough for an orgy, with a bench built into the one wall. A rainfall shower head is fixed to the wall opposite the bench and a detachable showerhead hangs above the bench.

“Shit, this is unreal.”

You mutter to yourself as you note the freestanding modern tub in the centre of the room and the double marble countertop sink, all glossy creams and greys. You let out a low whistle as you re-enter the bedroom to open the other door.

You laugh maniacally as you see a full walk-in wardrobe, with a display stand and shoe rack in the middle. You don’t think you even own enough clothes to fill the space.

“I should have given up the lawyer gig sooner.”

You busy yourself with unpacking and getting your filming setup working. Your tower PC and dual monitors set up like a gaming streamer, the perfect cover for any prying eyes. You stow away your box of props under the bed. Multiple masquerade masks, whips, flails, dildos and butt plugs of all shapes and sizes.

Once you’re settled in, you take a few test videos, not happy with the way the light bleeds through the thin blinds. You make a note to add blackout curtains to the list of changes you want to make to the room. You weren’t planning on staying more than a few weeks, but something about the move, the fatigue of crossing the country to settle here in Texas makes you weary. You don’t want to have to move again so soon, so you might as well make the most of this new found opulence.

And it doesn’t hurt that your stepdad is hot.

The thought comes to you and you feel like you should be grossed out, or ashamed for thinking such things, but you realise it has the opposite effect. Thinking about Dave like that is taboo, forbidden, and that only makes it all that more arousing.

~*~

Dave locks the door behind him as he retreats into the basement room he calls his office. The computer desk wedged against the wall to the right, his double bed freshly made from the morning. He strips off his dress shirt and slacks, pulling on an old green USMC hoodie and grey sweatpants. Your mother hates it when he dresses like this, calling it ghetto, or some other derogatory term. But she’s clearly out with her flavour of the month boytoy, Bryce. Dave knows that’s where she goes on nights like this.

If it weren’t the need to keep his cover, he would have left her months ago. Now, he’s faced with the very obvious problem of you.

He slumps down at his desk and turns on his VPN before logging in to his Cam Dolls account. His favourite streamer doesn’t go live on Fridays but he’s sure he can find someone else to scratch the itch.

He’s three pages in, bored by the other prospects, about to give up and just watch standard porn on another site when the notification pops up much to his delight.

Princess Luna has started a live stream.

“Fucking A.” Dave grunts to himself as he shimmies down his sweatpants, already half-hard just at the thought of seeing Luna. But he’s left disappointed, the screen is blank as he clicks through onto the stream.

Other men, he guesses they’re all men, are bombarding the comments on the stream with angry little messages.

Badboy78!: Cockteasing whore, where are you?

GoliathBalls: So what, you just milking us for cash without even showing your tits? Lame.

RedMask$2: Come on Luna, get that pretty little cunt out to play.

The messages keep coming as Luna’s voice lilts through Dave’s speakers and he groans as he squeezes his foreskin over his weeping tip at the sound.

“Aww boys I’m sorry, I’m having some technical difficulties tonight, but I was just way too horny not to come online and speak with my favourite boys.”

Luna takes the whole thing in her stride, her sultry purr seemingly disaffected by the abusive comments.

But it makes Dave furious, he hates the entitlement of the bastards that frequent this site. He pauses in his ministrations on his cock to click through the tip interface. Usually, he keeps it to a modest fifty dollars, enough to be generous but not feel like he’s buying Princess Luna’s attention. It’s delusional he knows, but he usually wants to keep some illusion of decency about his consumption of her work.

Anonymous user left a tip.

Flashes up in the chat box as an excited squeal plays through the speakers and Dave’s cock twitches at the sound of Luna’s exclamation.

“Which one of you boys was so kind as to leave such a generous tip? Don’t be shy, I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Dave remains silent as the desperate men in the comments clamber over one another to claim the tip. The schadenfreude of it all only brings Dave closer to the edge as he starts jacking off in earnest. Thinking about being cuckolded by your mother with that pathetic waif of a man Bryce.

“Oh baby I’m going to treat myself to something pretty to wear for you, whoever you are, thank you so much.”

Soft huffs echo through the speakers as Luna starts to put on a show, there’s something intimate about it that has Dave flustered.

“Touching my little pussy thinking about you baby, rolling my aching clit between my fingers as I imagine you here with me.”

“Yeah, fuck yeah that’s it.” Dave grunts under his breath as he closes his eyes, the sound of wet squelching as Luna fingers herself echoing around the room. He’s incensed, uncaring about how the sound might carry if you happened to step out of your room.

Little does he know there’s no risk of that at all. You’re spread across the foot of your bed, fucking yourself with your fingers as you make sure your microphone is positioned just right so your lewd, wet sounds are broadcast over the stream.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come, wishing you were here, wishing it were your thick meaty fingers stuffed up in my pretty little pussy.”

“Same baby, wanna treat you right, fuck my come deep inside you until it spills out.” Dave whispers as he feels his balls tighten, he’s going to come any second.

“Yes, that’s it, daddy yes!”

Dave practically roars as the word daddy spills from Luna’s lips, he comes in thick, milky ropes across his fist as he breathes heavily through his nose. His hoodie is covered in it and he huffs out a short chuckle as he hears Luna whine and moan as her release finds her.

“Thanks boys, that was exactly what I needed, I’ll see you on Sunday.”

The stream ends and Dave sits there with a pleased grin on his face as he feels his spend cooling on his hand. His mind drifts to you, and how the little gasp you made in the car won’t stop playing on repeat in his mind.

This could be a problem.

He thinks to himself as his dick twitches at the memory, already getting hard again at just the thought of you.

A real fucking problem.

He reiterates as he coaxes his cock back up with his come smeared fist before imagining you bouncing on his lap.

~*~

You roll awake with a sated smile on your lips, you’d kept going after the stream ended, making yourself come all over your sheets until you whimpered and trembled from overstimulation. You may have even breathed Dave’s name a few times, but you won’t admit that to yourself, not in the bright light of day in Southern Texas.

You take a long shower, making sure to scrub all evidence of your marathon orgasm session from your body before lathering copious amounts of expensive coconut body butter over your skin and fixing your hair up and out of the way.

You pick up your purse and make sure you have everything you need before practically skipping down the stairs.

“Morning.”

You yelp as you round the corner into the kitchen to see Dave reading a newspaper, coffee in one hand and fork in the other as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. He looks glorious and you try and ignore the painful ache that rocks through your core. He’s in a navy blue hoodie with bold white lettering spelling out “USMC” on it. The sleeves are pushed up to reveal a simple silver watch and his tan forearms.

There’s a plate of eggs and bacon, as well as a pot of coffee and a white mug placed opposite him on the breakfast island. There’s sugar, honey, and milk set to the side and you feel heat bloom in your chest from the thoughtfulness he’d shown.

“Morning, mom not home yet?”

You ask as you round to sit, you pour the coffee, adding nothing to it and you groan as the rich liquid coats your tongue. You note the small twitch of Dave’s lips as he silently approves of how you take your coffee.

“Nah she’ll probably be out tonight too.”

You tilt your head as you chew your food slowly, trying to decipher the look on Dave’s face. It’s closed off, but not cold, like he’s hiding something. But you don’t press, it’s none of your damn business.

“I see, was hoping to borrow her car.”

You drain your coffee before filling it up again, gesturing with the pot to ask Dave if he wants a refill. He nods and pushes his mug over for you to reach. It’s oddly domestic but natural as you play house with your stepdad.

“Can borrow mine, I’m going to be home all day so don’t need it.”

Your eyes go wide as your mouth hangs open at the offer. Excitement humming through your veins at the prospect of driving the Mustang.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t wrap her round a tree, but I bet you can handle her.”

“I’ll be good to her, I promise!”

You down the rest of your coffee just in time for Dave to throw the key fob at you. You catch it with ease and grin at him.

“Alright, I’ll be back just after noon, you want me to pick up anything for lunch?”

“Sure, surprise me.”

You get up from the stool and clear the plates, loading up the dish washer as you hum happily to yourself. You’re about to head out when Dave calls your name over your shoulder.

“Oh no vegan food, I ain’t no rabbit.”

“Alright Dave, your secret’s safe with me.” You roll your eyes at him playfully before heading out, extensive shopping list in hand as you finally feel some optimism for staying here. You text your mom before pulling out of the garage. You don’t expect a response for some time, seeing as she hadn’t bothered to even check you made it to Dave’s house, her house, in one piece.

You roar down the drive, giving it some gas as you turn onto the main street. You panic for a second as the back end flies out, but you correct the steering with ease and the grin plastered on your face makes your cheeks burn.

Little did you know Dave watched the whole thing, and his smile was a perfect mirror of your own. He leans against the sofa in the front room as you race off into the city, you really are going to be a problem, but if he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t care.

And that terrifies him.

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harry-styles-obsessed · 2 months

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Love of my life

Synopsis…. Read on to find out(;

Cuteness overload!!!

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

The stars shone brightly blending in perfectly with the lanterns that gently floated up into the sky looking like a perfect scene from tangled…. It was beautiful… your eyes glinting as you peered up at the sky in awe. It was truly beautiful, too beautiful to explain. It was literally like a painting. A moving painting, it was perfection. Your eyes turned to look to Harry who held a lighter “ready baby?” He spoke with a small smile and you nodded holding onto the lantern as he placed the lighter underneath the lantern watching as a flame soon engulfed the material “let go in three… one, two, three!” His hand raised with yours as you both let go of the lantern your eyes following the glowing lantern as it floated up into the sky beautifully, blending in with the other lanterns cheers and happiness coming from the people all around you, Harry’s hand resting on the small of your back as he too peered up at the sky the beautiful orange hue of the lanterns making the night sky even more gorgeous.

Harry’s green eyes soon moved down to look at you admiring you as you stared up at the sky, and he smiled continuing to admire you as you soon turned around keeping your head up “look at that one Harry… they’re all creating a heart” you spoke with a happy smile pointing up at the sky, Harry murmuring a soft response but he barely focused on it too entranced with you. He soon took your wonderment as an advantage, reaching into his pocket as he lowered himself down onto one knee other people around you spotting the moment but keeping quiet with excitement glowing in their eyes— waiting for you to catch on to the moment. Harry held the small ring box in his hand, the ring a glowing amber colour which matched the ring he often wore. The ring you always complimented.

His smile was bright and happy as he peered at you “y/n” his tone was gentle, a soft chuckle leaving his lips knowing your attention was truly on the lanterns in the sky “sweetheart… y/n… my love..” he spoke more tenderly, reaching his free hand out to touch the small of your back and eventually you turned around mouth open to comment on something that soon became a blur of nothingness your hands cupping around your mouth as you peered down at your boyfriend eyes wide “oh my god!” Tears sprung to your eyes your hands trembling and Harry smiled at you keeping his eyes on you, people around you starting to pay attention an older couple holding each other as they smiled, a young girl watching the moment certainly commenting about the fact that it looked like a scene from the “princess movie” and other women and men looking on the moment with true fondness, smiles kind and excited. Your hands continued to tremble tears spilling down your cheeks as you let out a strangled sob

“Y/n Y/l/n…” he stretched his hand out grasping onto your hand watching as tears crept down your cheeks “will you marry me?” His voice was tender and loving and you nodded your head frantically “yes! Yes! Oh my god!” You then jumped into his arms wrapping your arms around him almost knocking him down in the process but he caught himself a soft chuckle leaving his lips before he pulled back momentarily guiding the ring onto your finger before he wrapped his arms around you tightly again, gently spinning you around in his embrace as multiple people took photos of the both of you the lanterns flying high in the sky behind you your arms clung around his neck “I love you so much” he murmured into the crook of your neck “I love you so much too Harry…” he then pulled back grasping onto your face in his hands before he leaned in kissing you deeply and he smiled softly knowing you were truly the love of his life. Always. Bonded forever.

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shilohsylvanian · 3 months

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Husky Family

Released in 2021 Japan, 2022 for US/UK

I love the different markings/coloring for them. The girls have more white between their eyes and are more grey in color. Boys have a more brownish tint and color marking down between the eyes 💕

Vincent, Avril, Pauline, Hayden, Amber (sitting) , Jeremy (crawling), Linnea (standing snow princess), Rae (yellow), Drake (pink), Nelly (blue)

some sets: Family, Tandem Bike, Twins, Older Brother Bruce (from the movie), Royal Princess set, Secret Forest playset, Baby fruit party blind bag, Baby sea friends blind bag

#calico critters #sylvanian families #toys #toy collector #info dump #huskies #husky #dogs #snow

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evenmorefatallyobsessed · 4 months

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Models Goal for 2024

Huh 115 (70 Left), not small but not nearly as big as I figured... Neat. Also these models aren't in any particular order.

I think I should be able to clear them fairly fast actually, we'll guess we'll see.

1. Coco Adel (RWBY)

2. Lisa Lavender (RWBY)

3. Gwen Darcy (RWBY)

4. Nebula Violette (RWBY)

5. Dew Gayl (RWBY)

6. Octavia Ember (RWBY)

7. Ariel Vasilias/ Neptune's Lawyer Mom (RWBY)

8. Star Sanzang/ Sun's Cousin (RWBY)

9. Comet Sanzang/ Sun's Cousin (RWBY) (Scrapped Character)

10. Iris Marilla/ Beacon 2nd Year (RWBY)

11. Tortuga/ Ace-Ops Dead Member (RWBY)

12. Rowena Sunnybrook/ Shade's Weapon Teacher (RWBY)

13. Humanoid Crocea Mors (RWBY)

14. Bianca Prisma (RWBY)

15. Roane Ashwood/ Flynt's (RWBY)

16. Ivy Thickety/ Sun's (RWBY)

17. Ruda Tilleroot (RWBY)

18. Atlas Milfs/ Jaune's Fan Club (RWBY)

19. Arslan Atlan/ Sun's (RWBY)

20. Oliver Harper/ Flynt's (RWBY)

21. Trifa/ White Fang Girl/ Mercury's (RWBY)

22. Sun Wukong (RWBY)

23. Mercury Black (RWBY)

24. Flynt Coal (RWBY)

25. Iona Rockshow (RWBY)

26. Sunset Shimmer (My Little Pony)

27. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony)

28. Celestia (My Little Pony)

29. Luna (My Little Pony)

30. Maud Pie (My Little Pony)

31. Apple Bloom (My Little Pony)

32. Sweetie Belle (My Little Pony)

33. Scootaloo (My Little Pony)

34. Trixie (My Little Pony)

35. Ember (My Little Pony)

36. Gabby (My Little Pony)

37. Lancer Artoria (Fate Stay Series)

38. Assassin Artoria (Fate Stay Series)

39. Saber Lily (Fate Stay Series) (Commissioned)

40. Mordred (Fate Stay Series) (Commissioned)

41. Jeanne D'Arc (Fate Stay Series)

42. Jeanne D'Arc Alter (Fate Stay Series)

43. Barghest (Fate Stay Series)

44. Suzu Hagimura (Seitokai Yakuindomo) (Commissioned)

45. Mona Megistus (Genshin Impact)

46. Amber (Genshin Impact)

47. Fubuki (One Punch Man)

48. Tatsumaki (One Punch Man)

50. Leone (Akame Ga Kill)

51. Rangiku Matsumoto (Bleach)

52. Yoruichi Shihouin (Bleach)

53. Tier Harribel (Bleach)

54. Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck (Bleach)

55. Sio-Feng/ Soifon (Bleach)

56. Riruka Dokugamine (Bleach)

57. Haineko (Bleach)

58. Kirche von Zerbst (Familar of Zero)

59. Henrietta de Tristain (Familar of Zero)

60. Tabitha/ Charlotte de Gallia (Familar of Zero)

61. Tiffania Westwood (Familar of Zero)

62. Siesta (Familar of Zero)

63. Guiche de Gramont (Familar of Zero) (It's okay to cuck cheaters in my book)

64. Hideri Kanzaki (Blend S)

65. Tristana (League of Legends) (Blame @palaceofpassion for making me lowkey love this character I know nothing about)

66. Poppy (League of Legends) (Same as the one above)

67. Lulu (League of Legends)

68. Vex (League of Legends)

69. Aloe (Interspecies Reviewers)

70. Crimvael (Interspecies Reviewers)

71. Chika Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

72. Toyomi Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

73. Moeha Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

74. Maki Shijo (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

75. Ai Hayasaka (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

76. Kei Shirogane (Kaguya-Sama, Love is War)

77. Sakura (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

78. Yoshi (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

79. Maki Gamou (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

80. Sana Sunomiya/ President (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

81. Hana Sunomiya (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

82. Misaki Nagatoro/ Nagatoro's Older Sister (Don't Toy With Me Nagatoro)

83. Samus Aran (Metroid)

84. Princess Peach (Mario)

85. Princess Daisy (Mario)

86. Princess Rosalina (Mario)

87. Koopa Queen Bowsette (Mario)

88. Morrigan Aensland (Dark Stalker)

89. Lilith Aensland (Dark Stalker)

90. Felicia (Dark Stalker)

91. Amy Rose (Sonic)

92. Rouge the Bat (Sonic)

93. Blaze the Cat (Sonic)

94. Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

95. Holli Would (Cool World)

96. Ty Lee (Avatar)

97. Toph Beifong (Avatar)

98. Hestia (Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?)

99. Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko (My Hero Academia)

100. Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant (My Hero Academia)

101. Melissa Shield (My Hero Academia)

102. Mei Hatsume (My Hero Academia)

103. Shino Sosaki/ Mandalay (My Hero Academia)

104. Ryuko Tsuchikawa/ Pixie-Bob (My Hero Academia)

105. Tomoko Shiretoko/ Ragdoll (My Hero Academia)

106. Lucoa (Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon)

107. Diana Prince/ Wonder Woman (DC Comics)

108. Raven (DC Comics)

109. Starfire (DC Comics)

110. Blackfire (DC Comics)

111. Jinx (DC Comics)

112. Argent (DC Comics)

113. Dee Dee Sisters (DC Comics)

114. Harley Quinn (DC Comics)

115. Izumo Kamiki (Blue Exorcist)

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house-strong · 1 year

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— FIRE AND ICE ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“Could you do a luke x stark! reader, where they are childhood friends and when they get older they kiss and ask their parents to be betrothed, then what happens after. Sorry if its kinda rambly i love your writing”

pairing ; friends-to-lovers!lucerys velaryon x stark!reader

notes ; enjoy loves <3 not revised but what’s new,,

house stark and house targaryen have been close allies for decades ever since torrhen stark bent the knee to aegon the conquerer. princess rhaenyra, desperate to keep this tie strengthened (as the north was an essential piece of her kingdom when she was to rule), always suggested allowing the kids to grow up with each other.

it was decreed that no harm shall come to the children and the housing family must treat the other children as their own. that was the original pact of ice and fire.

cregan, your elder brother, always had an affinity for jacaerys velaryon and was glued to his hip. what made them get along so well, you didn’t know and you didn’t want to know. maybe it was the fact that they both liked to play swords, go hunting, and talk about girls. safe to say, your destined friend was lucerys velaryon, the younger, gentler version of jacaerys.

lucerys was always shy at first, head ducking so he could hide behind his bang of dark curls and oftentimes fiddling with his hands. he’d rather look at his feet than you, but when he happened to meet your gaze, there would always be a reddening, blistering scarlet hue swelling on his cheeks.

he was very easy to figure out when friendship began to blossom between you two. he was forever curious, often asking you ‘why’ or ‘how’ about things. despite living on one of the grandest castles in westeros, you and lucerys were jealous of each others respective castles. lucerys thought winterfell was beautiful. although, snow was something that didn’t agree with him as he often caught a cold or a bad case of the sniffles.

you on the other hand, you were always desperate to see dragonstone. every lord and lady compared its grandeur to the age of old valyria. dragons often took the skies and there was something about the layers of the towering walls that made it spectacular.

lucky for you this year, it was princess rhaenyra’s turn to host your brother and yourself.

the cackling of the nearby fire is evident. candles light the great hall of dragonstone, basking the entire room into an amber glow and gentle warmth. lucerys is sitting closer to the fire, a book nestled into his hands that he has buried his face in.

“why can’t you take me for a dragonride?” you ask, your hands trailing along the craftsmanship of the center console table, otherwise known as the painted table. you peek up from hair that’s fallen around your face, brows raising slightly.

luke looks up from the book he’s reading, by the look of the words scrambled together in foreign shapes, he’s probably reading something in valyrian. he gives you a look, tilting his head and jutting out his chin. he feels embarrassment swell in his chest as he thinks of his reply, but he doesn’t allow it to break his facade.

“i’ve told you, arrax can’t carry the both of us,” he pauses for a moment, as if hesitant to say his next sentence, “he’s too small.”

you hum, rounding the table to move closer to where luke sat, “jace always takes cregan for a ride.”

luke knows this is only a playful jab, one that intends to persuade him into allowing you on arrax for a dragonride, but the sheepishness continues to plague him. when no response comes from him, you cast him a glance. he’s biting his lip and looking down at the book in his lap.

“i didn’t mean it, luke,” you say while approaching his chair. you kneel in front of it and take his hand into yours. “i don’t care to ride a dragon, i’d spend all my time with you doing anything else if that’s what you want.”

a moment that passes as luke searches your eyes, he licks his bottom lip just a bit, “and what do you want?”

you two stare at each other, eyes scanning each others faces that is lit by the fire. there’s warmth dancing on his skin, one that almost hides the blush that slowly floods his cheeks. his mouth is slightly parts as he takes a shaky inhale. your name falls from his lips in a whisper.

you both move forward, hesitant and unsure. luke is the first to stop, but after a moment when you raise your brows, he nods his head ever so slightly in confirmation. you close the gap, placing your lips on to his and both yours and his eyes flutter shut. your lips against his is almost awkward for his don’t move. after a moment, he allows himself to melt into your kiss and he tries to reciprocate it the best he can.

it’s sloppy, awkward, and the pace shared is an uneven mixture of too fast and too slow. teeth knock teeth and there’s little to no rhythm, but by all the gods, it’s still somehow glorious. you both part, eyes flittering open and drinking in the appearance of each other.

he’s the first to smile; it’s boyish, toothy, and expresses his incandescent happiness. you copy him and a breathless giggle leaves you. he too laughs before running his thumb along the hand that’s clasped around his.

“i want to be yours.”

when the words spew from your lips, lucerys feels nothing but elecstasy flood his being. what he’s wanted for so long, in secret, has finally come to light. actions that he thought were purely platonic and laced with friendship were simply the opposite, and he realizes it now.

“i want nothing more.” the words he utters are ones that he can’t believe he’s saying. his grip on your hand holds yours firmly, a little squeeze following. he rising to his feet, helping you to yours before beginning to gently tugging you along the length of the great hall.

between a laugh you make, “where are we going?”

“to my mother,” he responds, turning back to glance at you.

your brows furrow, “for what?”

“i want to marry you.”

and that’s exactly what he did. that night, he had went to his mother with you in tow and had asked for you two to marry. rhaenyra was looking between you two, a smile lifting the corner of her mouth. she granted it, as long as your lord father agreed.

about five months later, you and lucerys were permitted to marry on dragonstone beneath the blanket of constellations. basked in warm light from the various fires that lit the ceremony, house stark and house targaryen were finally united by marriage.

since you two were still young and not ready for the commitment of children, you two decided to wait. more than a few years passed and as time flew, arrax grew in size. he was still small compared to his brother vermax, but he was able to carry the weight of two people with ease.

“are you ready?” lucerys asks, a bashful grin parting his lips to reveal his teeth. he’s wearing his dragonriding attire with a cape clasped to his shoulders, his foot on the stirrup as he looks back at you.

arrax is chirping, head swinging side to side with eagerness to take flight. your stomach bubbles with nerves and the impending thrill of being in the air. your hand touches arrax, his scaly skin dry to the touch.

“yes,” you breathe, tucking your hair into the cowl of your own riding attire.

“follow my lead.”

lucerys climbs up the saddle of arrax with practiced movements, his leg swinging confidently over and his foot sliding into the other stirrup. he shifts, getting more comfortable in his seat before returning his sight on you.

he extends his hand out, “lykirī, arrax. now, your turn.”

hesitantly, you put your foot on top of arrax’s muscle that connects to his wing. you take a look at him before putting weight, but the ghostly-scaled dragon doesn’t seem phased by the pressure. you slowly clamber on to arrax the same way luke did, however, your movements are more clumsy and less precise. your back touches the rear end of the second seat of the saddle, your hands instinctively wrapping around luke’s midsection. he smiles at this before patting arrax on the back.

“sōvēs, arrax.”

when the command leave luke’s mouth, arrax gives a trilling screech. he rises to his full height before beginning to waddle forward, picking his pace up with each step.

with great flaps of his wings, arrax takes flight. the feeling is lifting– fleeting and it’s almost incomprehensible to utter words to convey this. arrax bellows and flaps his wings more, carrying both you and luke higher and higher.

the wind begins to pick up pace as arrax soars through the sky. he continues to lift you and luke up, almost as high as the clouds. once you catch sight of how far you have risen above the ground, your eyes widen then squeeze shut. you tighten your hold on luke and you press your face into his backside, gasps of fright leaving you.

arrax’s beating rhythm of his wings slow from a climb to a steady flight. he lets out a cry, his voice causing a tremble in his body.

“open your eyes, my princess.” luke’s voice is encouraging and one of his gloved hands encloses over your wrist. slowly, you open one eye at a time and you notice that there’s nothing but the blue sky that surrounds you. you lessen your hold on luke, straightening your back before peering down below arrax. you gasp, your eyes widening with surprise.

waves froth back and forth in the open sea below you, foam littering the top of each wave. in the distance to your side, you see the island of dragonstone, then farther, the island of driftmark. behind that, the massive slab of westeros crests the horizon.

“i’ve never seen anything like this,” you say, breathless. you clutch the saddle and continue to peer around you. “we’re on top of the world, luke.”

luke smiles to himself and readjusts his grip on the reins. he tugs at them, sending arrax to turn on his wings and ride the wind. he chitters, obviously content with what you’ve said. it’s almost as if he agrees.

“there’s no place i’d rather be,” he pauses, his voice loud. “than to be with you on top of the world.”

#lucerys velaryon fic #lucerys velaryon imagine #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd fic #my writing

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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟ you should’ve known better than to look so pretty when visiting your older brother at the pet shop.

♱ warnings — stepcest, pseudocest ( he makes you call him tora-nii ), f!reader, exhibitionism, fingering, jealousy, edging kinda.

kazutora wasn’t stupid, but you must think he is when you come and visit your step brother at the pet shop he runs with chifuyu — you must know how fucking cute you look when you lean over the counter to bat your lashes at his friend, pretty tits on display through your low cut shirt to make the man behind the counter blush, but you’re smiling so pretty at him when your big brother is right there.

but you still act so innocent and dumb when he pulls you into the back shop, his jaw clenched and his gold eyes a little wild, a little needy when he looks at you through blown pupils and an almost too wide grin. his pretty little sister who must’ve been deliberately trying to make him jealous because you know what it’ll get you.. that must be the reason you came to see him.

“you look so pretty today, baby. ‘s that why you came to see me?” kazutora drawls, his voice smooth and it feels like it rocks through you when his words are emphasised with his fingertips tracing along your clothed cunt, feeling his breath fan along your neck as the almost comforting chime of his earring sounds when it grazes along your skin.

“don’t ignore your big brother, baby. you’ll make him sad.. you know i don’t bite.” he says again, his words almost too sweet this time and you know it’s meant as a warning when he presses down harder on your puffy clit, making you whimper from between your pursed lips as you try to remain quiet.

“‘tora, people will hear!” you choke, trying to close your thighs around him but you feel his free hand on your skin, pulling your legs apart before he turns to shoot you a good-natured smirk, despite the seething jealousy lacing his features.

you hear kazutora groan under his breath when he pulls your panties to the side, turning his blown, amber gaze towards the door separating you both from the front shop and his co-worker who he can hear busying himself with cleaning, and most likely serving the customers who visit regularly. “i told you to call me tora-nii. you know i like it better.” he drawls in your ear, his tone a smooth whisper but it’s still followed by a laugh that makes something warm burst along your thighs.

“‘tora—nii“ your hands grip the edge of the wooden desk he’s currently got you pressed against when you feel your step brother slip his index finger into your flexing cunt, hearing kazutora hiss when he’s not met with much resistance and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stifle the needy moan that threatens to pour from your throat.

“you know the owner anyway, he won’t mind — right, princess? bet he’s a sucker for a twisted little thing like you.” he grins, cause oh fuck—he is.

your eyes are unfocused, heavy with lust but you can almost sense the smug, proud look on your brother’s face when he pushes another finger into join the first, angling them against the sweet spot inside of you that has your thighs twitching and a pleasurable heat building in your stomach.

“you’re so pretty. but you know i love you, always will.. only me.” kazutora grins, pushing his fingers deeper into you, languidly pumping them in and out of your sloppy heat as his thumb rubs hard circles into your clit and you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are. “y-yes, ‘tora—nii. only yours.” you gasp, breathlessly and you feel your brother place an open mouthed kiss against your jawline, almost like a reward for you being so fucking good for him as he speeds up his ministrations on your cunt.

“‘m gonna—ah! ‘tora—nii, gonna cum..” you gasp, words choked and whispery as you meet every brush of his palm against your clit with needy humps, the table beneath you rocking under your desperate movements as you chase your high — the city and people behind the door already forgotten about as bliss makes your thoughts go dizzy.

“that’s good, baby. you’re so good for your big brother — but you’ll save it, won’t you? cause you love me.” kazutora groans and you let a needy mewl slip out when you feel his fingers pull out of you, your walls continuing to clench around nothing as you blink up at your step brother.

his eyes are dark when they meet yours, watching him hold up his fingers, shiny with your slick before he pops them between his lips, lewdly slurping them clean and you’re so focused on him you hear the way chifuyu seems to be calling for him, his shadow barely visible through the fuzzy-glass door before he’s knocking politely. but before the haze can completely clear from your mind you feel your brother stand back from over you, grinning at the pleasured tears that cling to your lashes before he’s pouting and pressing a sweet kiss against your swollen lips, followed by a curled smile that has no place on his almost unhinged expression.

“you said it was only for me. don’t want other people to hear those pretty sounds.”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#tw stepcest #tw pseudocest #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev smut #kazutora x reader #kazutora smut #kazutora x you #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya smut

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animeyanderelover · 7 months

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Tags: @flaming-vulpix because you wanted to be tagged in case I write anything about Free, right? This is the first part, I'll write the second part as soon as possible.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, stalking, clinginess, obsession, possessive behavior, manipulation, guilt-tripping, murder, abduction

A twisted fairytale: The little merman

"Mommy, mommy! Tell me a story please!"

"Sure, sweetheart. What story do you want to hear tonight?"

"The story of the little mermaid!"

"Again? I thought you were upset about the ending because the princess never found her true love and turned to foam instead? Say, would you be interested in another story instead, one similar to the one of the little mermaid?"

"Which one?"

"Ever heard of the tale of the little merman?"

"No. Does the little merman also get turned into foam even though he saved his love?"

"Now, now my dear. Don't sound so sad. This story is quite a bit different from the one of the mermaid. It tells the story of a young and beautiful merman finding love and ultimately giving in to his dark desires. It's quite a twisted story, perhaps I should tell it to you once you're older."

"Nooo! No, please, I want to know!"

"I thought you'd say that. Alright then. Come here. Once upon a time, deep in the blue sea, there lived a little merman. He was beautiful, with amber eyes, dark teal hair and a fin glittering in gorgeous colours of green and blue. But even if he was blessed with all this beauty, the little merman was also very lonely..."

~~~

His parents had left him as soon as he had been old enough to fight and hunt for himself, after he'd learned all he needed to know. Him and his brother Natsuya still stayed in contact but even he was not very present in Ikuya's life, exploring the oceans around the world. Ikuya hadn't come with him, sceptical and cynical, largely confused by his brother's adventurous streak. The appeal of seeing new things had never quite resonated with him as he preferred the comfortable and familiar surroundings of the coral reef he'd been born into. So, even with a slightly heavy heart, he had said goodbye to his older brother, watching how his fin in the dull colours of green, orange and brown had disappeared in the darkness of the sea. Years of solitude with no one besides the creatures of the sea and the abyssal channel of the sea wizard in the deepest part of the ocean where the light didn't reach the water anymore. Ikuya had done his best to stay away from him though as his parents and his brother had warned him about the twisted man who enjoyed inflicting sorrow and despair on others, even humans which did not belong to their world.

Humans.

Ikuya had never met those beings before, had only heard tales of them from his parents. People not so different from their own kind, only that they had two legs instead of a colourful fin and lived on the solid ground. He'd been mind-blown when he had been told that they couldn't live under water because they would drown otherwise after a while. Apparently they weren't able to breathe under water differently from the mermaids and merman. At that part, Ikuya remembered having almost sympathized with humans as he had experienced the same one time in his life. When he had been small and had swam too close to a beach out of curiosity to hopefully see a human, a particularly strong wave had pushed him out of the water. He could still remember the warm sand clinging to his wet body, the unforgiving sun stinging his exposed and pale skin, the panic as he hadn't been able to move on the solid ground and the tight and contracting feeling in his chest as he had gasped, an aching emptiness inside his lungs. Natsuya had saved him just in time but since then Ikuya had strayed away from leaving the deeper parts of his home.

Curiosity had over time turned into cynical distrust as he had heard from other traveling sea folk about how humans hunted their kind, trapped them in nets, hurt them with spears and tore them away from the water, either letting them die or selling them for money, something quite valuable for their kind and something worth killing for, apparently. Ikuya knew better now, stayed away from beaches and watched the weirdly-shaped forms in which humans apparently traveled across the ocean, hid as soon as they threw their nets in to catch fish, a shared food between his and their kind. The smallest part of him harbored still his child-like curiosity to at least catch a glimpse of a human but his logical, his cynical side knew better.

Until this one terrible storm. Until he could see the surface of the water curling and rippling with movement as the wind picked up and heavy rain started to fall, becoming part of the large body of water. The usually gorgeous bluish-green water turned dark as the sun hid behind mountains of dark storm clouds. He could only imagine how chaotic and loud it must have been up there but under water everything was peaceful and quiet, put his heart at ease. He strongly flapped with his fin as he hurried back to his own cave, deciding to wait until the storm would stop. A dark shadow on the surface stopped him mid-way though and his amber eyes widened when he realized that it was a boat of a human, still out in the water in this weather, far away from the next coast. He watched with an anxious heart as the little form swayed heavily across the strong and feral waves until the inevitable happened. The tiny boat flipped over, swallowed by a large wave.

A white material, the sail as far as Ikuya recalled, floated inside the water, almost reminding him of a very large jellyfish. It still moved, indicating the movements of the water now instead of the movements of the wind, it's actual purpose on boats. It was weirdly fascinating to see the stuff fluttering back and forth but rapid movement besides it quickly became the main focus of Ikuya's attention as he felt his heart stop inside his chest.

A human. A real human.

Their movements were disgraceful and clumsy, their two legs trashing around and their arms flailing around helplessly as they tried to push themselves over the surface. As far as he could tell with his enhanced sight, every time they did, the next wave washed over them and brutally pushed them down again. Their limbs trashed around more and more urgently as he could clearly see panic riddling their thoughts and brain as they thought for their life. His amber eyes were transfixed on their struggling form as he felt a heavy knot inside his chest. The way their limbs hit the water around them, the way their body turned desperately had him recall the day he had stranded onto the beach, threatening to drown and then dry out under the unforgiving sun. His fin moved slightly up as if unconsciously wanting to help but Ikuya stopped quickly, hesitant. All the stories he'd heard spinning around in his mind. What if you'd attack him?

The surface rippled with movement as another wave shot across it, heavier and larger than all the other ones. Your whole body did a summersault as it's weight crashed over you, your head smashing against the mast of your little boat. Just like that, all of your movement suddenly stopped as your body stilled and slowly sank down, your clothes fanning out around you. He saw the swirls of red before he smelled the blood. Raw panic ran in his brain as his heart was racing against his chest, the strong emotion nearly overwhelming him. Instinct took over and before he could remind himself better, he bolted through the water.

Your eyes were closed and your mouth wide open, inhaling the water that was so deadly for your kind yet needed for his own. Arms quickly wrapped themselves around your waist as he swam up, breaking through the surface of his own world. The cold and harsh wind immediately whipped him across his exposed body and smacked his wet hair across his face, the seemingly never-ending rain rebounding from his skin. He could hear the roaring of the sky, thunder as humans called it, his body flinching whenever the loud noise ripped through the air, ringing painfully in his sensitive ears.

Ikuya felt terrified, his body beginning to shake as he was overwhelmed from everything going on outside of the water. Storms were scary, he'd expected it but witnessing one in person was so much more worse than the stories he'd heard from others. If it wouldn't have been for the warmth of your own body against his own, Ikuya was sure he'd have been completely lost to his fear. When he felt a small jolt going through your body though, it was like he was reminded that he had someone to look after, something that forced him to swallow down all of his anxieties and uncertainties. His eyes scanned your face, wet strands clinging onto it as your mouth was half-open and he could hear how you were attempting to breathe troubled.

Why? You were outside the water, you should be able to breathe normally again. For a short moment he felt the same uncomfortable panic of not knowing what to do again before his ears picked up a gurgling sound coming out of your throat. Realization flew over his face before he swung one arm around your torso, pressing it tightly against your stomach whilst bending you slightly down so that our tummy was pressed tightly against his arm. Ikuya would lie if he would have said he knew what he was doing exactly, only aware that there was water in your lungs stopping you from properly breathing. The pressure against your stomach seemed to help though as you hunched over and coughed up a good amount of water that you'd swallowed earlier before sagging in his arms, the back of your head pressed gently against his chest, your eyes still closed. Goosebumps appeared all over your skin, the cold wind and the cool water robbing your body of it's precious warmth.

Unconsciously Ikuya felt how you snuggled closer to the only resource of warmth you still had, his own body. He froze, not used to such intimacy or any touches at all due to his lonely life style. Yet even if it was awkward, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Having another warm body pressed against his own, feeling your own heartbeat against his chest which reassured him that he'd done so far everything right. Amber eyes took a closer inspection over your face, scrutinizing every little feature. You looked innocent cuddled up into him, too innocent for him to align you with any of the brutal stories he'd heard about humans.

He was mesmerized for a while, staring at the first human he'd ever seen in his life. Only when another thunder echoed through the dark sky, searing in his ears, was he pulled out of his trance and reminded that he had to bring you to the coast. Ikuya was careful as he leaned slightly back, his back dipping back into the water. Your head was placed on his chest, above the water so that you could still breathe. He found some slight troubles with your legs as they swayed beneath the water, getting in the way with his fin which slowed him a bit down but eventually he entered the shallow water, feeling the ground whenever he flapped his fin until he felt the sand underneath his back. He knew that he still wasn't close enough but also knew that he couldn't swim properly anymore in such shallow water. Instead he flipped carefully around, holding you with one arm close to his chest whilst using the other one to crawl the last bit.

Little pieces of sand and shells were scratching against his skin, his fin a sudden weight that he wasn't used to and the crawl an exhausting exercise yet his grip on you never wavered, an unknown determination to save you. He only stopped when the waves merely swept meekly across the beach, barely enough to cover him. He wouldn't crawl any further than this, he was too afraid to leave the water completely but hopefully this should be enough. He was slightly panting by now, taking in the same oxygen as you did. It was doable for him for anow but before it could get to the point where he would feel the same tight feeling in his chest, he'd rather leave. He should have left.

But somehow he couldn't.

Ikuya was mesmerized. Mesmerized by the human he'd just saved, breathing quietly and gently beneath him, looking so docile and pure. One of his hands touched locks of your wet hair tentatively, rubbing the strands of hair in between his fingers. He sensed the warmth of your skin, felt it brush against his human upper body when he leaned closer to you. He felt a weird sensation bubbling up inside his chest, his heart still pounding against his chest. But not in the same fearful manner it had done earlier though, each heartbeat pumping a warm and fussy sensation through his body as he gazed down at you, overwhelmed in a new way.

He didn't know how long exactly he spent like this, leaning over you and just staring at you, only noting absent-minded that at one point the rain stopped and rays of sunshine broke through the clouds, gracing the earth after the storm. It shone upon you, caressing your face gently and making your eyes flutter ever so weakly, your body stirring sluggishly beneath him. Only then did Ikuya snap out of his trance and quietly yet quickly made his way back into the waves. He felt a tightness in his chest as he did so, not wanting to leave you yet there was also a weight inside his heart that he couldn't quite put his fingers around. A fear to be seen by you yet not because of anxiety to be attacked and killed. No, it was something else but he didn't know what.

The water embraced his being, welcoming him back as he crawled back into his home, his fin losing all it's previous weight as it started gliding through the water, propelling him forward. In the corner of his eyes he saw your body sitting up slowly as if still not quite there with your mind. The moment your gaze landed on the water, spotting his teal-coloured fin, you stood abruptly up, nearly losing your balance in the process as if dizzy. There it was again. The same fear, only much more intense as you had seen him. He found himself halting, peaking his head out of the water slightly to observe your reaction. You stood there on the beach, probably too far away to see his head poking out of the water but searching for traces of him anyways. He found himself dreading your reaction.

Your hands closed in on your mouth and he saw your chest expanding as you took in a deep breath.

"Thank you!! Thank you so much!!"

Your voice echoed across the ocean and the coast, wavering with excitement and sheer gratitude to still be alive, to have been saved by him. Something hot exploded inside his chest, flodding his veins with the same sensation as it seemed like all negative feelings, his loneliness and fear, melted away in an instant. His fin flapped around excitedly, his body showing physical reactions when hearing those words no one had spoken to him in years, much less a human who'd never met him before. Ikuya continued hiding though, only leaving when you made your way back to the mainland. Even as he swam in the cold water though, the heat blooming across his skin didn't cool down.

~~~

Dread that he'd never see you again soon turned into giddy relief when he one day saw you in the distance on the beach again with a new boat, setting out into the sea. You apparently were a fisher as he soon found out as he followed your boat from underwater, watching as you threw in the net. Eagerness to help you filled him every time he saw you and so he shooed schools of fish close to you, willing to share his food resource with you. Even on days where you weren't on your boat, he could often see you on the beach, although he always kept his safe distance. Sometimes you were drawing, other times you just took a long stroll across the beach, the waves splashing around your feet. You must have lived close to the ocean, as Ikuya started assuming after a while.

He often wondered if you had always spend so much time on the beach and at the ocean or if all if this had been a result of him saving you. He'd never paid close attention to humans before so he had no way of telling but the thought of you doing all of this because of a hope to see him again made his heart speed up a bit.

Even though he could see you as often as he did though, the dull pain still throbbed deep inside his heart, especially when he was all by himself again. Loneliness he had never minded or had ignored well before stretched long whenever night fell and you would head back to your home, leaving him alone with his thoughts and feelings buzzing loudly through his mind.

He wanted to touch you again, wanted to feel your warm touch on his skin, the warmth spreading through his body until it would reach his heart and fill him with the same blissful sensation he'd experienced back then. He didn't know how that should be possible though, still too skittish to reveal himself to you.

~~~

You let out a groan as you heaved the full net out of the ocean, feeling beads of sweat forming on your face and body as you pulled the full catch out of the blue water. You saw all the fish floundering desperately against the net as they were pulled out of their home. You couldn't recall having ever had such big catches before but recently the ocean seemed to be on your side. From being saved by a mermaid/merman and now always catching such a large catch, enough for you to live from whilst selling whatever you knew you couldn't devour in time, earning you the needed money.

You'd never told anyone about what you'd seen that day out of respect for the creature that had saved your life back then. You knew the tales of sirens who lured ships into their end, about the creatures lurking inside the darkest parts of the ocean, waiting to devour all humans unfortunate enough to cross their territory. At the same time you found it ironic how humans were chasing after them, caught them and killed them to show the dead bodies off like prized trophies or keeping them alive to sell them or show them off only for them die in captivity. You had a strong connection with the ocean, had grown up close to it and had filled up your parent's shoes by also becoming a fisher.

If your parents were still alive, they'd be proud of you right now, you were sure of it as you slowly pulled up the heavy catch. It felt like the net would tear apart at any moment with all the weight as you leaned further back, digging the heels of your feet into the wood as you pulled and pulled, the catch only growing heavier as it left the water. When it got dragged over the rim of the boat though, it suddenly got stuck, leaving you with no choice but to leave over and grab the heavy load with your hands. You felt the cold and wet moving bodies under your palms as you lifted the net up, nearly keeling over in the process as your foot slipped and you almost fell into the ocean only to push yourself abruptly back with the other foot, causing you to stumble back, the net clutche against your chest and soaking your shirt.

To your huge shock you saw something slipping out of the pocket of your shirt though, dropping into the ocean. You dropped all the fish, your hand flying to your pocket only to feel emptiness inside.

"Damn it!" you cursed out loudly since no one was around, storming back to lean as far over the boat as you could, eyes searching the water beneath you. You knew it would be useless though and you doubted that you could just dive in and retrieve your pocket watch which you had inherited from your father. Your hands still dove under the surface as deep as they could, feeling around. You chewed your bottom lip frustrated. That watch was one of the few things you had still left of your father. Losing it here would haunt you forever.

You pulled your arms abruptly out of the water when they brushed against something that was moving, images of sharks flashing in front of your eyes. Your movement might have lured them close as they could have mistaken your arms for prey. You'd surely not lose your arm to a shark, you'd heard not so pleasant stories about other fisher and their encounters with a shark. Your eyes were glued to the water as you took a few cautious steps back when noticing the water rippling, stirring with movement. Something emerged tentatively from underneath, a hand holding something inside it's clenched fist.

As quick as you'd stumbled backwards, you stumbled forward again when they opened their fist to reveal your watch inside their palm, holding it out towards you. It was them again, wasn't it? For a few seconds you were stunned, realizing that it was the mermaid/merman again. Had they been following you? When they stretched their arm out a bit further whilst still trying to keep their head underwater, you snapped out of your shock. You carefully took the watch out of their palm, noticing their hand and fingers twitching when feeling your warm touch grazing their skin. Every movement was slow in order to not scare them, even as you pulled away, your watch clutched in your palm.

Your eyes caught onto the way their fingers stretched out when you pulled away as if wanting to grab you only to stop midway as if remembering that they shouldn't do it. Your eyes could actually make out the outline of them, the dark hair and the shape of their fin swaying gently back and forth. Then your gaze wandered back to their outstretched arm, still there as if not knowing what to do now. Your other hand stretched out towards their own, even if you were unsure what you should do. Very slowly you laid your hand into their open palm, not flinching this time as they grasped onto your hand tightly. Their skin was about as warm as yours was, smooth as opposed to your skin that always turned wrinkly when you were for too long in water.

Your other hand stuffed the watch back into your pocket, although your main focus was on this weirdly intimate interaction with someone from the ocean right now. No one was here, only them and you and you knew in that moment for sure that you'd never let anyone know about them. This was your moment with them, your weird bond with them and you wouldn't let anyone interfere.

Your hand touched upon the necklace you were wearing, consisting of a simple string and of a small dolphin you had carved out of wood. Without even thinking about it much, you pulled it over your head, laying it gently down into their palm as now both of your hands embraced their own.

"Thank you again. Here, please take this." you spoke softly before pulling away, unsure if they had even heard you or understood your language to begin with. You watched as they clenched the little present protectively between their fingers before sinking back into the ocean. You watched with wonder and amazement as their body turned around and a part of their gorgeous fin poked out of the water as if to bid you goodbye before the wonderful creature disappeared deep into the world where they belonged.

Ikuya's heart on the other hand was pounding once again rapidly against his chest, the warmth from your hands spreading across his body until he could even feel the tips of his fin tingling with this warm shudder. He clutched the little thing you'd given him close to his chest, admiring it even if he wasn't entirely sure what it was, although he did recognize that it was in the shape of a dolphin. Had you made this? For him? He blushed with the thought, with a dreamy hope, that you'dmade this specifically for him.

~~~

Despite not being aware that it was a necklace, Ikuya still got the right idea of letting it sway on his neck, even if the changed gravity underwater often threatened to swipe his new treasure away from him. The teal-haired male wore your present all the time, never putting it away even once, the little wooden dolphin an object he cherished more than anything else. His hands often touched it as he gazed down at it with longing eyes whenever night fell over earth and water, distancing him from you.

The pain deep inside his chest had only gotten worse since that day, the ache clawing at his poor heart as he pressed the little dolphin close to his chest, praying to see you the next day again. He dreamt of taking you with him underwater, to show you his home, imagined showing you an actual dolphin whilst envisioning your amazed and happy face. Every time his fantasies were shattered though when he recalled that this would never happen. You wouldn't be able to survive underwater. You'd die.

Both of you were part of different worlds and could never survive in the other's home. He could never truly be with you the way he wished to be. The cruel reality of the situation crushed his heart completely, heart-broken sobs and whimpers escaping his lips whenever he remembered and fled back into the confinement of his own cave. There was so much he wanted to show you but it all would never be possible. Not until one night, one of another slow and agonizing nights, he remembered something.

The sea wizard.

~~~

The sea wizard's cave was located in the deepest part of Ikuya's home and the further he swam down, the more he could feel the temperature drop as darkness engulfed him, the light failing to reach those parts of the sea. Only thanks to his heightened senses and the animals down there with their glowing fluorescent bodies could he see at all. The atmosphere was gloomy, spooky and weirdly lonely yet there was it's own serenity and peacefullness. Ikuya recalled vaguely how his parents had used to tell him how only darkness would be found down here with no sign of live, fitting the grim and malicious creature living down here but he found that to not be true as he traveled further along in search of the cave. Giant spider crabs, emitting a dull orange light, countless little cute flapjack octopuses glowing in multiple colours, excitedly flapping around him as if happy about the rare visitor, sea pigs, sea angels, anglerfish and even multiple schools of fluorescent jellyfish, some twice as big as his entire head. Life was flourishing with animals down here too.

A moray eel caught his eye as it moved it's long body through the body, right at him. It's fangs protruded from it's upper and lower lips, long enough to tear his flesh off if it should bite. Instead it just seemed to observe him, it's body glowing in a light purple colour, before it swam away, stopping every few moments and looking back, finally making Ikuya realize that it wanted him to follow. He did exactly that, following the animal through the deep sea-channel, passing all the scary yet weirdly beautiful animals living down here. Eventually the moray eel stopped, right in front of a cave, partially hidden by fluorescent algae drapped over the entrance like a curtain.

A short moment of hesitation, a lump of fear forming at the back of his throat as he hovered right in front of the same creature he'd heard all the nightmarish legends before. Yet he was his only option. He clutched your gift as if to gather courage before his tail propelled him forward, brushing past the glowing plants and entering the cave. He didn't know why but somehow Ikuya had expected the inside of it to be dark and scary yet even in here was a decent amount of light. Fluorescent corals that had grown on the stone walls were lined next to each other, the way they had grown into place looking everything but natural. They lit the way for Ikuya as he slowly traveeled further into the cave, holding tight onto pendant you'd given him, amber eyes searching for any sign of danger.

The narrow halls of the cave soon gave way to a huge interior with multiple ways, all lit up with the same corals. It looked pleasant, far too pleasant if the sea wizard was anything like he'd heard. Which way was he supposed to head now though? He didn't want to look like an intruder out of fear to be punished by the infamous sea monster. Calling out to him seemed like a ludicrous idea yet it seemed to be the easist and politest option.

"Hello! Is someone here?" His shouts were diffident, still very sceptical about this all, even if it had been his idea in the first place. Moments passed by where he heard and saw nothing yet he didn't dare to shout again, anxiously waiting in the hallway of this cave. Nothing happened and it messed with Ikuya's nerves, the tension of anticipation and fear almost unbearable. Just as he decided to head out of here, assuming that no one was here, his ears picked it up. The sounds of someone moving through the water, propelling their body with strong movements into his direction. His eyes turned to the tunnel on the left side, a grotesque form slowly appearing. A part of him really just wanted to run yet he couldn't. He'd come here on his own free will, had called the sea wizard and running away now might just earn him the wrath of this man he had just disturbed.

He was so much taller than Ikuya, not only by meassurements of his upper body but also his lower body which was covered with multiple light-colored grey-purple tentacles. His skin was so pale that Ikuya could see a couple of veins underneath his skin. He had light blond hair and glowing purple eyes, his pupils a thin slit which gave him a predator-like appearance. When the sea wizard parted his mouth slightly, Ikuya saw sharp teeth, easily as sharp, if not sharper, than the ones of the moray eel earlier.

"You called?"

His voice carried confidence and strength, his body language clearly showcasing his strength, a stark contrast in comparison to Ikuya's stiff and skittish gestures. He swallowed, gazing at the unnatural lower body of the sea wizard. He'd never seen anything besides tails with fin, someone having the lower body of an octopus was new and in his eyes strange and scary-looking, from the way his tentacles twitched in the water to the sheer number of them.

He was rendered speechless in front of the sea wizard, something the man noticed.

"I don't have all day. State your purpose or leave my cave." His cold voice broke Ikuya out of his frightened trance, hands instantly flying up to grab the pendant, something the monster's purple eye noticed with slight interest.

"I-I'm here because I need your help."

He raised a pale eyebrow, mustering the young merman who had entered his home, the first visitor in years.

"Sorry kid but I don't offer my service anymore. I've closed that business down a couple of years ago. Go home."

The creature ignored the way Ikuya's eyes widened in shock, a desperate feeling invading his heart as his only hope was crushed nonchalantly by the wizard who had already turned around. "Wait! Why?" He called after the blond man, daring to swim a bit closer before purple eyes met his in a sharp gaze, warning him to not tresspass any further in. "I have my reasons. Nowadays I spent my time with something far more important. I have no interest anymore in catering to the need of your kind only to be met with accusations and ungratefulness. Solve your problems yourself."

"Wait, please! You're the only one who can help me!"

Perhaps it was the desperation that made the sea wizard turn around one more time, cold eyes mustering the little merman in front of him, amber eyes filled with pleas and despair. He pursed his lips.

"What do you need my help for anyways?"

At this question, Ikuya's breath stuttered. How would someone like the sea wizard react to hearing that he was in love with a human? He could only stare at the sea creature, mouth slightly agape and jaw loosely moving yet no sound came out. The sea wizard lost patience soon and turned around again, finally giving Ikuya the push he needed.

"I-I think I'm in love with a human."

The entire build of the half-octopus stopped, only his tentacles still moving gently around in the water, his head turning over his shoulder, releaving his purple eye which now looked at him with newfound intrigue.

"Hmm. Why don't you tell me a bit more? Afterwards I'll decide if this problem is worth wasting my time for."

~~~

He circled around Ikuya much like a predator around pray as soon as Ikuya had finished his story, purple eye glowing with something Ikuya couldn't decipher, a small grin of intrigue on his face.

"I see. Tragic indeed, two lovers of two different worlds. It makes you nearly lose your mind, doesn't it? Knowing that both of you can never be together because neither of you could survive in the world of the other one. Your heart is probably racing, your mind is filled with thoughts of them and them only and your body craves to be close to them. Am I right?"

Ikuya nodded nervously, his own amber-coloured eyes following every movement of the man out of survival instinct, as if the sea wizard would wrap hia tentacles around his slim form at any moment and brutally squeeze him to death.

"So I assume that you want my help because you need something to be able to live on the land."

Ikuya gave him a shocked look. A portion for him to live on land?

The scary man in front of him snickered when seeing his startled look.

"Oh, I see how it is. You thought that I'd make you something to be able to have them diving underwater with you, didn't you? Well, I'd hate to disappoint you but that would be a bit unfair, wouldn't it?"

"Why?"

"Think about it, they already spend so much time at the ocean, nearly drowned in here once too. You on the other hand have only ever known the safe confinements of your home and never explored the land. It is quite selfish from you to demand from me to prepare a potion to take them with you in the surroundings you feel most comfortable with. Also, are you even sure that they feel the same way about you like you do about them?"

Ikuya's hands tightened into fists, one of his hands again secured around the necklace. The sea wizard had hit a sensitive spot in him and judging from the way his smile only grew larger, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, he knew that too.

"However, I wouldn't want to leave you alone with such strong feelings in your heart-" he began, eyes trailing over his shoulders for a moment, his words giving Ikuya some hope, "but I do have some conditions if I'm giving you my help."

"What conditions?" Ikuya asked cautiously.

"First of all, I'm only going to offer you something so you can live up there. Judging from what you've told me, you never once left this place so I'm not helping you if you're not willing to sacrifice something in order to be with the one you love. Second of all, you're not allowed to let them know that you're a merman, especially not the one who saved them. Third of all, I want your necklace as payment."

He pointed one of his clawed fingers to the necklace on Ikuya. Ikuya's hands flew up to it, hiding the wooden dolphin behind his palms. "Why the necklace?" he asked quietly, unhappy with the thought of parting with something you'd gifted him. "I need to take something in exchange for my help after all, don't I? And looking on how much you cherish this pendant, I think it has the right amount of value. Also, why so sad? You're going to be soon with your human anyways, won't you?"

He gave Ikuya a long look, stretching one of his hands out. Moments of Ikuya hesitating passed by before he gave in, aware that he had no other options. He felt a weird tug in his heart as he pulled the necklace off and handed it over to the sea wizard who observed the little dolphin carved out of wood for a while before turning away, satisfied.

"Now we have a deal." he spoke in a far more content tone, searching for something in the little cavities within the stones where he had stoked up a lot of things, presumably for potions. He picked after a while something out, more algae as Ikuya could tell, although it had a suspicious colour of dark blue to it. He handed him those plants.

"That should do it. Take those and you'll be able to become a human just like your love on land. However, you'll transform back into a merman in a couple of months and depending in which place you'll turn back, you might die. That's a risk you have to be willing to take though. Also, a good advice: Take those once you're close to the surface or otherwise you'll drown down here."

Ikuya stared at the bundle of the dark blue plants before giving the sea wizard a confused look. "Why only a couple of months? Why not give me more?"

"That's all you'll get from me. Remember though. You have only a few months to try to make this human fall in love with you. A true love's kiss is all you'll need to stay forever with them."

"But what if they don't fall in love with me?"

"Then that just means that you two aren't meant to be and that you shouldn't see them ever again. Simple as that."

He could see Ikuya's body going slightly rigid, his sharp words getting to him. Nevertheless, he thanked the sea wizard before quickly heading out, eager and hopeful. Purple eyes watched half-amused after his fast form. How that would turn out?

~~~

The gentle night breeze brushed over his bare and wet skin, goosebumps appearing all over his upper body as he heaved himself out of the water as good as he could. He had left the safety and comfort of his home once again, his tail once again gaining a uncomfortable and straining weight he wasn't used to. One of his hands was clutching the algae close to his chest, saggy and slimy clinging to the skin of his palm. No matter what though, he couldn't afford to lose them. Even if the sea wizard had been far more welcoming than Ikuya had ever anticipated, he didn't want to stretch his kindness. This was still a creature far more powerful than him after all.

With a silent "uff" he used his hands to push his body around, his back now facing the copious amount of sand on the beach. No one was here at this time of the night, not even you. In short, it was the perfect time to take the plants.

"You have only a few months to try to make this human fall in love with you."

"Then that just means that you two aren't meant to be and that you shouldn't see them ever again. Simple as that."

The cold words of the sea wizard lingered in his mind, an invisible weight that clung to his heart. He couldn't fathom the idea of never seeing you again.

But what if...?

He shook his head, eyes closed as he tried to get rid of such thoughts. The sea wizard had to be wrong! Ikuya had felt it on the day that he had saved you, the way his body and his heart had called out to you. And you must have felt something too. His heart dropped when he grabbed emptiness before recalling that he had given up his necklace. Forbidding him to tell you who he was was unfair but Ikuya was too scared to go against what the sea wizard had said. Apparently the man had eyes and ears everywhere. He hadn't been wrong when he had said that Ikuya would be able to spend time with the real you after all. A gift far more vulnerable than the necklace and who knew, maybe you'd make him a new one.

With those thoughts in his head, giving him courage, he stuffed all of the seaweed in his mouth at once, chewing it hastily. His face scrunched up when the bitter taste of it infiltrated his mouth, the texture strangy. He was sure that the sea wizard with his own sharp teeth would be able to chew the plants well but Ikuya's set of teeth was comparable to the one of a human and after a few moments his jaw started to hurt.

He was glad once it all had become a blue paste in his mouth as he swallowed it all at once, the bitter aftertaste almost causing him to gag. He forced the gag reflex down though. Ikuya had missed asking the sea wizard what exactly would happen after his consumption of the seaweed which came biting him back as he sat there, skin prickling with anxious anticipation and worries that maybe he'd been tricked or done something wrong.

Relief almost flodded him when he noticed that his tail started tingling and amber eyes watched half-fascinated and half-terrified when the bluish-green fin started parting in the middle, seemingly torn apart yet he couldn't feel anything besides the pricking numbness in his whole lower body. Teal-coloured flakes slowly faded away, giving way for the same pale skin on his upper body as his tail re-shaped itself into two legs. Ankles, thighs and toes formed themselves out of the flesh of what used to be his beautiful fin and Ikuya tentatively reached out to brush across his new limbs. Even after the transformation was done, he sat in the same position, staring at his legs, moving his toes carefully to slowly get a feel for his new body.

Only after moving and stretching his legs for a while, a feeling so foreign to him, he slowly attempted to stand up on wobbly kness, unfamiliar with the gravity outside of water. His steps were slow and cautious, sand and little sharp shells cutting into the ball of his feet. The first few times he fell down after only a few steps, pushing himself up every time with his hands. At least no one was watching him as he continued the entire night like this, learning how to walk on two feet.

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You had caught enough fish for the entire week with your last catch, leaving you with plenty of spare time if you didn't take small jobs in the nearby town to earn some extra cash. Even if you didn't sail out into the ocean though, you still enjoyed strolling across the long coasts on the island. The sea with it's gentle waves, artistic blue colours and refreshing breeze was always a welcoming sight to your senses. Everything looked so peaceful when you gazed across the water in such moments but you knew best that the ocean, like most of nature, always had two faces. Right now you didn't want to think about that though, you had come here after all to enjoy a free day.

A simple and relaxing day. All you could have wanted. Such temporary peace came quickly to an end when you caught something in the distance, sprawled across the sand. You squinted your eyes, taking in the shape of it until your eyes widened slightly shocked. That thing was a human!

"Holy shit!"

Your slow tempo was abandoned as you ran and jumped across the beach, your shoes sometimes sinking deeper into the sand, it's warmth engulfing you but unfortunately you had no time for this.

He was as naked as a freshborn baby, sand clinging to his skin. You quickly bent down, relieved to note that he was still breathing deep and softly. Was he asleep? Where had he even come from? Your eyes darted across the beach, searching for any signs of a shipwreck only to find it as clean and empty as always. Well, besides this new msyterious guest.

Speaking of him, you felt him stirring inside your arms, bleary amber eyes fluttering open, his eyelids heavy because he'd just woken up. His dark hair fell a bit over his eyes which why he maybe took a moment to see your face but the moment he did, his heart did multiple summersaults. You could feel how his whole body stiffened in your hold and tilted your head curiously yet also slightly worried when you saw how his face started to turn red, from his ears to his cheeks.

"Well, hello there. From where exactly did you come from?"

Part 2

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DEAD MEN § the DIVINE

chapter two: a father’s praise

Maetilda Targaryen, First of her Name, was supposed to be many things. What she became was entirely different.

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trigger warning!!! this fic contains many graphic topics and depictions. such as but not limited to: dead parents, abusive parents, toxic family systems, incest, medieval misogyny, forced marriage, threats of assault (sexual § physical), actual assault, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, blood/gore, uxoricide, familicide, PTSD and other neurodivergence. i will do my best to update as i go along, but please let me know if i have missed anything!

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Upon arriving at her chambers, her heart warmed at the familiar sight of Ser Eddrin Tollett guarding her door. He had been sworn to her since the royal wedding of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor, when she was merely a single year in age. He had been one of her mother’s knights, telling her once that he and her mother grew up together as he was a ward at Runestone in his youth. He had squired for her mother’s brother before his death. Ser Eddrin was perhaps the most noble knight there was. Princess Maetilda breathed a sigh of relief as she came face-to-face with him. He smiled down at her warmly before greeting both her and Prince Jacaerys at her side. It was hard for Maetilda to contain her joy around Ser Eddrin. She smiled widely at him as if he were a father to her. His presence brought her a deep sense of peace and security that she had felt all her life. For as long as she could remember, he had been diligently and dutifully at her side. The knight’s sandy hair had grayed over the years. His face had scruffed and wrinkled. Regardless, it never lost its familiarity. His warm brown eyes never lost their gleam. The crows feet next to his eyes always dug deeper when he smiled. His laughter never lost its brassy bark. Now in safe hands, Prince Jacaerys bid his stepsister adieu, bowing to her politely before excusing himself to his chambers. Ser Eddrin opened the chamber door for the Princess to enter, which she immediately did.

“I will let your maids know it is time to get you ready, mi’lady. Ser Gunthor will be your escort to dinner. He’ll switch off with Ser Wyllam in the night.” the knight informed her briefly.

The Princess nodded in appreciation, “Thank you, Ser Eddrin. I hope you rest well. This place is…”

“Compensating for something?” He tried to finish for her.

She nodded, “Keep your eyes and ears open, will you?”

“Not to worry, mi’lady. They always are.”

“With the Velaryons too.”

“Of course.”

Without another word, the door was shut and the knight’s footsteps echoed off down the hall. Even while alone, Maetilda could not shake the tense feeling from her shoulders. She tried to roll them, reach her arms around and massage them, but nothing seemed to help. She felt like a sitting duck. She paced in the orangely decorated bedroom. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Nothing seemed safe. Part of her felt shameful for thinking her father was exaggerating his disdain for the Hightowers all those years before, but she could no longer deny it. They were in the middle of a wasp nest in a high tower. Soon enough, there was a knock at the door and two handmaids scurried inside. They both curtsied and smiled softly at her. They reminded her nothing of her handmaids back at Dragonstone, who had stayed home with their families. The taller one was broad shouldered and curvy. She had to be around five and ten years of age. She was dark blonde haired, beige freckles dusted her nose. She had amber brown doe eyes that screamed with hesitation and uncertainty. The shorter one was boney and sharp-featured. She had to be around seven and twenty. She had curly dark brown hair and piercing dark eyes, with a far more determined and self assured gleam. They wore the same uniform, but they somehow looked entirely different just in the way they stood. The younger slouched while the older stood pin straight.

“Good evening. It is lovely to meet you both. What are your names? Will you be serving me for our entire stay?” Maetilda tried to smile as if nothing was wrong, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was asking too many questions.

“Yes, we’ll be here the whole time, Princess. I’m Noarysa. This is Adelyn.” The older one stated with a reassuring smile. The younger one nodded next to her.

“Was it some sort of demotion to have to serve me?” The princess attempted to joke.

Adelyn giggled, but Noarysa quickly pinched her side, “Not at all, Princess.”

Maetilda could not help but frown at the older maid’s actions. She hated that they were expected to be so stiff all the time, especially behind closed doors. Regardless, she gave a slow nod, “Very well. I’m thinking about one of those cascading updos that the Queen used to wear when I was younger. Do you remember what I’m talking about, Noarysa? Get it out of my face and off my neck, but I still want it curly and long. With braids, of course! Like a true Valyrian.”

Just like that, the two maids went to work. The princess’s silver honey hair was decorated with braids that pulled the front out of her face. The three, four, and five strand weaves circled around her head, some of them serving to lift the rest of her hair off of her neck. Allowing the bulk of it to cascade down the back. The style showcased the thickness and length of her hair, as well as her curls. Yet, Maetilda always appreciated the functionality of it. Noarysa and Adelyn were masterful braiders. They worked quickly and eagerly. The uncertainty in Adelyn’s eyes slowly melted. After the princess’s hair was done, Adelyn oiled, perfumed, and powdered her while Noarysa went over to Maetilda’s unpacked wardrobe. Maetilda watched as she thumbed through her gowns with a pensive look on her face. Noarysa pulled out a wool burnt orange gown with a squared neckline, long batwing sleeves, and bronze runes embroidery. Maetilda could still remember the look on her father’s face when she had it commissioned. He grumbled about it for days, but the princess insisted that she needed to display pride in her house as heir to Runestone — whether she had been to the keep since she was a babe or not. Sers Eddrin and Wyllam had selected the specific ruins themselves.

“Do you know what these symbols mean, Princess?” Noarysa looked pained as soon as she realized her thoughts had slipped out her mouth.

Maetilda giggled before admitting, “No, my knights do, but they won’t tell me. They want me to read about them myself. But I have such a hard time with books, my thoughts are too loud.”

“Forgive me, Princess. But could you not command them to tell you anyway? They are your knights.” Adelyn responded.

“If I did, that would ruin the fun of it. They enjoy teasing me too much.” The princess smiled in admission, “That dress is perfect. Good pick, Noarysa.”

“‘Thought the orange would suit the little bit of blue on your eyes.” Her cheeks tinted pink.

“I think we’re going to get along quite well over this coming fortnight.” Maetilda smiled brightly.

“It’s in the details!” Adelyn interjected, “That’s what Noarysa always likes to say.”

The three girls giggled together as they worked together to dress Maetilda. The burnt orange dress had many bronze buttons, and Adelyn was overjoyed to decorate the princess in stacks of bronze jewelry — rings, a necklace, bracelets, hair pins, a belt with dragons and tourmaline stones. They kept her shoes simple as they could not be seen beneath the hem of her gown, but Adelyn wrapped a bronze anklet around the right shoe’s ankle for good measure. Maetilda thanked the girls before she dismissed them and stared in the looking glass one last time. Her reflection made her smile. The girls had done wonderfully on her hair. With her head held high for the first time since arriving to King’s Landing, the princess exited her room.

Ser Gunthor Stone stood on the other side of the door, just as Ser Eddrin had said. Ser Gunthor was born in the same year as Maetilda, a bastard son of the master-at-arms at Runestone. When they were six and ten, he left his father in the middle of the night to seek out the princess he had been told so many stories of in his youth. He had arrived at Dragonstone in a fishing boat. Sers Eddrin and Wyllam recognized him immediately, stating the resemblance to his father was uncanny. The knight had dark auburn hair, a sharp jaw, and eyes that had a ring of sage green around the pupil and a darker hazel ring on the outside. His eyelashes were long and mesmerizing. His stubble was a lighter ginger when he didn’t shave. His lips were pouty and pillowy, the top one fuller than the bottom. He was tall and built like an ox. The princess would be lying to herself if said she didn’t find him attractive. The knight was utterly beautiful. She smiled at him and began to feel hot as she thought that perhaps she had been staring at him for too long.

“You look ruinously beautiful, mi’lady. Get it? Ruinous, runes.” Ser Gunthor teased.

Maetilda laughed, “Yes, I got it! It ruins it when you explain the joke.”

“My apologies,” Ser Gunthor smirked, “‘Didn’t think you laughed hard enough.”

Maetilda giggled more before half-heartedly scolding her sworn knight in a whisper, “You best hold your tongue, you oaf. You have to be careful around the wasp nest. Best behavior.”

“Of course, mi’lady. From this moment onward.” He smiled.

“Shall we go?” The princess teasingly rolled her eyes.

The corridors were like a maze. The princess found herself utterly lost as the knight more or less led the way to her parents’ chambers. She wondered how he could possibly know his way around, but she didn’t want to risk more jokes and teasing. They passed by too many other lords, ladies, and servants on their path, and the princess did not want to risk their whispers lest they overheard something they did not understand. Thankfully, Ser Gunthor had always been good at following instructions. She kept her head held high and her back straight as they walked. Her family was to be a symbol of unity and excellence. Princess Rhaenyra had warned them correctly. There were two guards on each side of the door when they reached the future Queen’s chambers. They bowed upon her arrival, knocked, waited for a response, and then each opened a side of the double door. Ser Gunthor bowed to Maetilda as he was to wait outside for her. With a curt nod to the knights, she entered the bedroom.

Inside, the fireplace was lit as well as several candles on every surface that would have them. It was warm and light. The sound of her brother’s laughter hit her like a bell toll. Her father sat at the head of the table while Princess Rhaenyra sat across from him. The table had been turned so that her chair would be the closest to the fire. Jacaerys and Lucerys sat next to each other on their mother’s right while Joffrey sat to her left. Maetilda bowed to each of her family members before she filled the empty chair between Prince Daemon and Joffrey. The three boys each held a hand to their mouths as they failed to contain their laughter. Regardless, they each nodded their heads back. The future Queen briefly smiled at her before returning her gaze to her husband. He, on the other hand, did not break his trance to acknowledge his daughter. Awkwardly, the princess cleared her throat, but it was in vain. She resorted to staring forward blankly, folding her hands perfectly in her lap. Dinner was served without another moment. Spiced mutton, buttered bread, freshly cooked potatoes and greens. The smell made their stomachs growl and their mouths water. The boys were about to dig in like they would back home before the future Queen cleared her throat. Stopping them in their tracks.

“Remember that if we are at an official meal, you wait for the ruling monarch to eat first. Then you may dig in.” She instructed with a soft smile.

The boys eyed her eagerly as she sat at the table with an empty plate. She smiled at them innocently before taking a slow sip from her wine. Little Joffrey let out a pained groan in anticipation. The other two giggled at their mother’s antics. Even Prince Daemon snickered.

“I do believe you’re torturing them, my ruling Monarch.” He chided playfully.

“Very well,” Rhaenyra smirked before grabbing a roll and a leg of mutton.

Before one could blink an eye, the boys had launched out of their chairs. Their hands greedily grabbed at whatever food they could. As if sharing a brain, Maetilda and her father sat back and watched them, waiting for their frenzy to die down. The three boys stuffed their catchings into their mouths, moaning with delight at the flavor. Once Maetilda and Daemon finally dug in after the rest of them, a silence settled amongst the table. Nothing but the sound of chewing and cutlery scraping on plates. The Rogue Prince’s stare remained fixed on his wife while his daughter watched him. She remained observative as he took his simmering anger out on the food he cut into smaller and smaller bites. He did not always eat like such a royal. He spent too many years at war and in pleasure houses to hold onto his manners. When he was in better spirits, he ate with his hands.

“How are you all finding the castle so far? I suspect we shall be calling it home before winter comes.” The future Queen’s shoulders slumped at her latter statement, the realization that her coronation meant her father’s death hanging heavy upon them.

“It’s, uhh, different.” Jacaerys tried.

“The dent from the morningstar incident is still there!” Lucerys exclaimed.

“Oh please, don’t remind us.” Rhaenyra held back a breathy chuckle.

“The morningstar incident? I don’t know if I’ve heard of that one.” Daemon teased.

“No, please! Anything but that.” The future queen pleaded again, “Please, something else!”

“Well, uhh, my handmaids are sweet.” Maetilda spoke the first words that came to her mind.

“Wonderful! I’m pleased to hear you approve of them. They had big shoes to fill.” Rhaenyra smiled.

“Yes, I see they found the gown I have — is it thrice now? — ordered to be burnt. Way to show your unity, daughter. Qogralbāre rōva ribazma.” (Fucking brilliant) Daemon grumbled, taking a large gulp of honeywine. “Issi īlon mirre isse se sigils hen īlva muña sir?” (Are we all to wear our mothers’ sigils now?)

“My belt has two dragons, one on each side. Just because your parents—” Maetilda spit back.

“I must say, that color suits you, sister.” Jace interjected.

“You look very pretty, Til!” Luke joined in with a joking tone and a genuine smile.

“Very, very, very, very, VERY pretty!” Joffrey added.

“Very, very, VERY sweet of you boys. Your sister does look beautiful. As always.” Rhaenyra smiled. Joffrey giggled uncontrollably at her mimicry.

“‘Got that from our side, didn’t she?” Daemon smirked, finishing off his cup.

“My mother was pretty enough for me to happen, father.” Maetilda retorted sharply.

Jace and Luke simultaneously choked on their drinks. Joffrey continued to make a mess of his food, not being one to eat when the room was tense. Rhaenyra’s body froze as her head whipped around to see her sons’ reactions before her eyes finally landed on Maetilda. The future Queen’s eyebrow hiked upward as if to question how Maetilda knew of such matters. Daemon merely laughed into his cup as memories ran passed his violet eyes, “Iksā paktot va bony.” (You’re right on that one.)

“Did you all see anything else in the training yard?” Rhaenyra quickly changed the subject.

“We did!” Maetilda answered hotly while the two others were still recovering from the last time she opened her mouth, “The Cargyll twins were sparring together, along with Prince Aemond and Ser Criston Cole. With just a sword and a shield, the prince bested Ser Criston with his morningstar.”

Her father visibly tensed. Only then had she realized the sensitive subject she stumbled upon. Ser Criston had bested him at the Heir’s Tournament. Her father had never gotten over it, although that is not what he wanted the Realm to think. Whenever he got drunk in Pentos, he would rant about the occasion extensively to Lady Laena, who pretended to care. She could not count the number of times she had heard him aggressively ramble about how he was incredibly disadvantaged. How he had spent all his energy on the Hightower cuck. How he had been blinded by the sun. How Cole had spooked his horse.

“You should have seen it, Daemon! Ser Criston wailed his morningstar at the prince’s shield until it completely fell apart!” Lucerys recalled, completely unaware of the salt he was pouring in Daemon’s wound.

“The prince didn’t even flinch! ‘Had the kingsguard by the neck in only a few more strokes.” Jacaerys further explained.

“He, uhh, wears an eyepatch now too.” Luke added, voice dripping with hesitation and guilt.

The two at the heads of the table shared an unreadable look. It was broken by Princess Rhaenyra who pulled away to look back at the children. Maetilda could not help her itch to continue speaking. That was not all they saw, “Lord Vaemond Velaryon had made his entrance through the gate in the training yard as well. Lords and ladies were even present to observe his arrival. I must say, having never spent much time at this place in my life, this Keep seems upside down.”

“Sȳrje ūndegīon hen ao, tala.” Daemon rolled his eyes. (Very observational of you, daughter)

“That sounds like quite the sight! I must have a word with the Queen. A royal arrival shall not be overlooked in favor of Lord Vaemond.” Rhaenyra tutted.

“It is interesting he entered through the training yard gates, you know,” Daemon conceded a bit quietly, “That entrance would have a direct route to the byka rhaenagon tistālion. We shall see qilōni iksis dārys isse jēda.” (small council chambers; who is king in time)

“What does that mean?” Joffrey inquired, only half listening.

“You’ll know when you’re older, Joff.” Daemon teased.

The Rogue Prince stared at his wife with a new sharp intensity as Joffrey began to descend into his cries of ‘why.’ Maetilda watched her father’s stare intently. His look held a thousand words. A thousand silent words that Princess Rhaenyra missed as she gazed down at the table lost in thought. The princess-by-title suspected the worst. Perhaps the Hightowers already had Lord Vaemond in their purse. What she had told her parents was valuable, she could see it in their reaction, yet neither of them moved their mouths to acknowledge it. Her insides twisted at her father’s utter refusal to admit she had done good. It was as if the Gods would strike him down dead on the spot if he were to tell her ‘well done’ even a single time. She hadn’t heard it since he had taught her High Valyrian as a girl. He knew she could understand what he was saying. With a silent huff, the princess-by-title broke her stare from her father. She allowed her eyes to scan the table only to meet those of her two stepbrothers. Their eyebrows were raised in surprise as their blinking significantly decreased. It was as if they were surprised by her observations, like they had not witnessed the same training yard, yet this had not been the first time. Perhaps the two had been taking too many pages out of her father’s book. Not being able to lose attention for long, Daemon sighed as he clapped his hands on the table.

“Children, you should all stay away from Princess Rhaenyra’s siblings… for the time being.” He spoke resolutely.

“Stay away?” Lucerys gasped, “As in avoid them or shun them? Are you joking?”

“You can’t be serious!” Jacaerys echoed.

“Avoid them at all costs. We all have noticed how freakish this keep has become. ‘Don’t want to catch whatever disease they have. We must trust no one.” Daemon doubled down.

Rhaenyra seemed to be at a loss for words before she could finally let out, “Mijegon másino, se riñar issi daor qrinuntyssy, Daemon.” (Certainly, the children are not guilty)

“Mēre-Laes pyghagon se qogralbar azantys,” He growled. (One-Eye beat the fucking knight)

“Se valītsos iksis iā sȳz egros. Ilagon hen ziry,” She countered. (The boy is a fine sword. Lay off it.)

“Ȳdra daor sagon doru-borto, Rhaenyra.” He sneered back. (Don’t be stupid)

“Hae hembar jentys hen Sīkuda Dārȳti, kesan sagon skoros jaelan.” (As next ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, I will be what I want)

Maetilda crossed her arms grumpily as the future Queen and King Consort went back and forth in High Valyrian. Jacaerys and Lucerys were nowhere near fluent enough to keep up while Joffrey didn’t speak the language at all beyond a few sprinkles of keywords. Of course, this is how the two would often argue – in spats of their ancestral tongue. As if no one else could understand them and they were the only two people left in the world. Her father continued to down his cups as he banged his fists against the table. Yet her stepmother did not flinch, she did not back down. She never did, always seeing him for the boy he was. Most others were afraid of the Rogue Prince, the alleged murderer of his own daughter’s mother, but his third wife was not. One could not simply intimidate a dragon.

In the back of her mind, Maetilda had already begun to spin plans for what she was to do for the next days leading up to the trial. Despite the expanse of the castle, there was not always a lot to occupy one’s time with. Visiting the library was of no interest to her and wondering about the halls sounded beyond tiring. One could pace the gardens only so many times, and no brown garden would ever compare to the gardens of the Free Cities in her childhood. Hunting down Princess Helaena would have naturally been at the top of her list. Not to mention, the two princesses had gotten along well the last time they had seen each other at Driftmark. Their friendship had only seemed to blossom. After their meeting as children, they would often send small cuttings of their embroidery back and forth between each other. Allowing them to see the other’s progress, and add little motifs to the corners if they so choose. Maetilda would send her royal cousin all sorts of designs – dragons, flowers, quotes from poetry books, insects, and animals. Yet Helaena would only ever send back different stitchings of the same bug, a silverfish. Sometimes it was accompanied by beetles, spiders, and other small creatures. Most recently had been a silverfish and an earwig. She had kept them all together in a chest. Not one piece sent to her was missing the little bug, there was always a silverfish. The princess-by-title never knew what it had meant, but she admired how they increased in intricacy over the years. Certainly they were not Helaena’s favorite as the King’s second daughter did not keep one in her collection. Maetilda longed to ask the princess about the stitchings and their meanings in person as she was always so vague in her letters. Perhaps she knew something too, the girl was certainly smart enough to code her messages or at least never write something that may give away suspicion. The princess-by-title could not quite put her thumb on the feeling that prickled inside of her. Her heart hurt and her stomach ached. Certainly there could be nothing dangerous about Helaena, not anything that the princess-by-title couldn’t handle. As she continued to turn over the silverfish embroidery in her mind, Maetilda concretely decided to disregard her father’s warnings. He was overly paranoid and bitter from war, being widowed twice, and old rivalries. He was being irrational. She was going to visit Helaena on the morrow, whether the Rogue Prince approved of it or not. The worst he could do was try to stop her.

A/N: so this is gonna be a more dark!daemon fic. i’m still deciding how dark/grey! aemond will be. i spammed these first few chapters, but i may start spreading them out as i don’t actually write this fast. but posting these has gotten me super excited so we’ll see!

xoxo messy

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