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naisilla · 4 months

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Summary: You get curious as to if Aatrox has a cock

Pairing: Aatrox x Feminine Reader

Warning: NSFW, Unedited, Slight non-con.

No context to the relationship so for simplicity sake I'll make it the Summoner AU.

Aatrox’s size would cast a shadow wherever he was, he was a mountain, a stature of muscle that roiled under red leathery skin. He was a sight to behold as a god-like warrior, and you often found your eyes wandering over his form. He was once a human, even after ascending and then being corrupted into the darkin he is now, he still kept an anthropoid form. So does that mean he still had a…

You’re eyes once again fall back onto the pelvic region of the darkin noting how his v line leading to his groin was sharp like an ironed edge. Aatrox wore no clothes, such an unkillable gladiator did not require cloth to protect his vessel. He stood completely bare yet barely looked nude as his groin was flat. Nothing is exposed and in need of censoring. So what? did his dick just evaporate? Seemingly it must’ve, right?

Lost in thought you found your heart sinking once you realised the Darkin had noticed you staring. His glowing red eyes harshly glared down upon you. “My eyes are up here mortal” his gruff and guttural voice barked making you shake where you stood. You could feel your chest cave in on itself as the giant marched over towards your tiny cowering form. The darkin leaned over you, his lips curled back into a sneer “What is it that you want mortal your ogling agitates me”. You can feel your cheeks shamefully heat up as you direct your gaze to the floor focusing on the armored talons that stand before your feet clicking at the floor impatiently.

His demonic hand instantly grips your jaw as his claws force you to look directly up at him. “I am not foolish mortal I’ve lived through millennia and I know what such wandering eyes are thinking”. You feel the claws that scrape your jaw slide around to the back of your neck in a swift motion as he grabs a hold of the scruff of your top lifting you to his face, breathing a huff of hot air. “You lustful minx”.

Aatrox drops you and you hit the ground with a thud the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. You roll over trying to recover from the hit but aren't given the chance as the darkin kneels over you trapping you between his legs. You stare up startled when you notice the sound of flesh being split in a wet tear and to your horror you spot a slit stretch open on his groin as something protrudes from within.

You weren’t sure what to expect, you could only imagine what the darkin could be packing but it wasn't as monstrous as the phallus that swelled above you.

It was muscular, the base transitioning from dark to bright red at the tip with glowing veins that carried a current of pulsing light through the shaft.

Tentatively you raised your arm in front of you and gawked when you concluded that its length matched that of your forearm. You glance up at Aatrox, trembling beneath him. His tongue clicked in annoyance at your inaction. “Well?” he prompted, angling his hips so that his cock prodded your face.

You swallow down the lump in your throat and reach out to grasp the girth unsurpsrised that your fingers couldnt fully wrap around it leaving a couple of inches gap between your digits. Feeling compelled you try to stretch your lips over its head, feeling the sides of your mouth split with the strain. You can’t get it all the way in because of how large and swollen it is. You choke and gag on it anyway, tears pricking the sides of your eyes. Your soft hands grasp the shaft while you work the head with your tongue, your drool slicking down the length coaxing your fingers as they ran up and down the taut thickness.

Aatrox leers down as your tiny and frail body trys so hard to fit it in your throat despite it truly never fitting. He’s abnormally quiet when his large hands grip your head, forcefully sliding you along his cock creating hefty, sloppy sounds. You stare up at the Darkin with trembling nerves as he uses his cock to flatten your tongue along the floor of your mouth so he can fully stretch you out.

Thats when he begins to pick up the pace and ferocity now jamming his length down your throat and you gag, your hands fly to his hips as you desperately try to push yourself off of him and his advances. But its no use, you stood no chance against Aatrox and he was going to use your throat regardless of your need to breathe.

Your helpless body convulsed and retched at being violated so roughly as your gullet retched at what was only a tiny portion of his giant cock. Aatrox growled the rumbling of his voice frightening you at the beast you have awoken. He finally speaks again “tsk you’re taking too long. I am going to ruin your puny body mortal” Aatrox then grabs you, tearing away you clothes effortlessly and handles you with one of his massive hands away from his cock with a wet pop. A long slick thread of spit stretches away from it as he then maneuvers you and hovers you over his cock.

You gulp in trepidation a part of you wanted this but you still feared of how unprepared you were for this. You stare up at him bewildered “w-wait you're not going to prepare me first!?” Your voice quivered. As he prods his cocks head flush against your wet hole gripping the base of his dick as he tests your resistance to it. You whimper as he crushes the head hard against your entrance the force barely restraining from sliding it in. Aatrox pants ruggedly and a sick grin carves itself on his face. “You could never be prepared enough for this.”

The Darkin then crams it in you, he rushes getting it inside of you as he could feel it growing even more when he marveled over how small your body looks like this against him. It's enough to break you and you let out a silent scream as you feel your hole crushing the darkin cock inside you.

Aatrox grabs you by your hips and forces you to sink further and further onto his cock as he spears you with it making it fit nice and snug inside of you all the while it threatens to split you open.

You grab onto aatroxs arm to brace yourself as he continues to abuse your hole grunting and growling like a feral beast. His stamina is unending as you feel yourself lose track of time while aatrox uses you like a toy. The ferocity and guttural sounds he'd make were picking up louder and faster and you could feel him building up.

After a few more irregular sharp thrusts you could feel his cum flood in thick ropes. One load, two loads, three loads, four loads, the fifth load began to drip out while the darkin continued pumping more. You could only hang there speared onto his cock as cum dripped down you legs like melting cream.

Your core now felt sore with blunt aching, Aatrox would grab you from under your arms and lift you off of him having to tug a little as his cock dragged on your overstimulated walls. He drops you to the ground again more softly compared to last time and towers over you once again pumping out the last of him cum to dribble onto your face as you stare up blankly and broken....

First smut ever, cant be bothered to edit atm. Not sure how to feel about this debut post but this is my account dedicated to much more dark and mature themes sooo...

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 3 months

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From the Ashes Pt. 35

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV, long chapter ahead

Words: 6023

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Panting and reeling away from her personal brazier, Alizah closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her face was still warm from the gentle licks the fire gave her as she had been staring deep into its flames. She had to know of any situations that might follow them to Asshai. Especially with confronting the darkins in their own realm. Alizah had never anticipated seeing a screeching dragon in her visions. So clear, the dragon had emerged from an egg that was being held by (y/n). Soaring through the rippling orange and yellow before growing ever larger and landing next to its mistress.

Alizah pulled up a chair and mulls over what she had just seen and the true meaning behind it. If only she was able to write down what she saw like many of the other red priestesses. Alas her blind eyes would merely be able to make scribbles. The only time she ever saw clearly was looking into the heat of the things, the soul of a being. She knew it would be wise to tell High Priest Benerro, after all she was his shining star in the whole temple and was heavily relied on. That’s how the temple knew (y/n) was in Volon Therys. And it was the vision of a box being delivered by a stranger that tied into the scenes she had seen at that moment.

When Ser Barristan Selmy had arrived on the doorsteps with a dark wood box under his arm, she had seen the warmth emanating from inside. It was a sleeping warmth that she had nearly waved off for it was a faint flicker. A box from Thalina.

“Did she actually succeed?” Alizah thought out loud to just herself. Thalina’s talent in reading the flames had been growing steadily before her departure to Westeros. Helped by Alizah and Melisandre, there were high hopes for her but only a handful of people knew of Thalina’s ultimate fate. Thalina had seen her own end but had just laughed it off. She never did like being serious. The air around her was always jubilant and Thalina had always been a smiling fool. That was the impression she left on everyone in the temple.

“I’m sorry. . .” Alizah whispered behind her hand after Thalina had told her how her life would end.

Thalina merely cocked her head to one side, her long braids shifting ever so slightly. “For what?”

“That you will not live a long life. That you will die in Westeros. . .”

Her laugh had surprised Alizah and Melisandre who had also been present. There in that solemn council room sat the senior red priest members Hayri and Iomhar, as they were the ones to be in attendance when the High Priest was unable to physically be there. “Ah, I’m not too worried about that. I’m more so concerned about getting all of my tasks done before that happens. If I can accomplish all that I have set forth in front of me, then I can die happily.”

“You shouldn’t be so callous when talking about your own death.” Iomhar growled but it didn’t dampen her smile. “The temple has so few people who can read the flames as well as you three can. To lose one would be a setback.”

Hayri, although perturbed by the revelations, shakes his head at his younger companion. “Settle down, Iomhar. Thalina is thinking about the bigger picture. We won’t need any more readers if she procures Azor Ahai reborn.”

Thalina beamed and nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! If I’m able to get her here. . . Then I would have done my job. But there is also one more thing I aim to do.”

“And what is that?”

“Why, bring back dragons of course!”

Bring back dragons. . .

It was too crazy a thought, that’s what everyone was thinking at the time. Melisandre was the only one who didn’t think it quite as crazy. She had said it was exactly what Azor Ahai reborn would need to truly make a stand. Alizah had never thought that Thalina would actually succeed in procuring a dragon egg.

“You were always a crazy girl.” Her voice was sad as she thought back on the girl who was the same age as her yet already gone from this plain of existence. Everything Thalina did, she did fearlessly. An admirable quality. “Guess I’ll have to be the same. You have left her in my care. I will see to it that your visions come true, Thalina.”

Also important in the back of her mind was making sure that Rhiannon would be guided in the right path. That didn’t appear to be a problem. Rhiannon had immediately attached herself to (y/n) and (y/n) to her

They filled the empty spot in which Thalina’s death had left them.

A festive atmosphere had claimed Volantis, especially around the Red Temple; the hub of the ceremony. None of the jovial air reached you though. Thinking of being in front of so many people still made you nervous. All eyes would be on you. You hadn’t felt such trepidation since your wedding. There would be more people at your ceremony and certain expectations had already been set for you. You wouldn’t become Princess (y/n) Targaryen, no, you would be crowned as Azor Ahai reborn; the champion of R’hllor and the ender of the long night.

Your ceremonial headdress solemnly sat on its pillow. Tyrion had playfully tried it on and nearly toppled over, not used to such an accessory. While the robes had once belonged to Azor Ahai, the headdress was completely new, made specifically for you and this occasion. Inanna and another young temple girl named Farah were helping you get dressed, slipping your arm through the gilded sleeves. They chatted excitedly as they did so, apparently the temple was making this a very big deal. After all, their savior had finally been reincarnated and walking on the earth among them. The people of Volantis were already crowding near the bridge to get a sneak peek of the set up. Servants were setting up a pyre right outside the doors of the temple. A special feast was being prepared as well.

While Rhiannon positioned a gold armor breastplate in front of your chest, you examine your painted hands which Siofra had done for you. The dye was a dark brown and in intricate designs. You were worried about smudging it but tall Siofra merely laughed and told you it would not be an issue. The only thing that would wash away the ink would be hot water and soap.

Personally you didn’t think that it was an appropriate time to have your ceremony, but High Priest Benerro along with his council of priests insisted the people of Volantis see the face of Azor Ahai reborn before you left for Asshai.And most importantly to witness Lightbringer with their own eyes. You were nervous, what if you weren’t able to conjure up the flames when the time came? You had still been unable to call upon it freely, not since your fight with Inniros. Without its holy flames, Lightbringer was just like any other sword.

Farah helps Rhiannon by tightening the armor’s straps behind you. When her warm eyes flick up to your face, Rhiannon frowns. “Are you okay? You don’t look too well.”

Inanna pops up, having been helping Tyrion with his own outfit. Even Tyrion looks up with concern. “Perhaps I should get nuha kosh something to eat?”

Tyrion shakes his head. “Get her some tea. You don’t want her to develop an upset stomach and throw up during her ceremony.”

She smiles sweetly, making Tyrion’s cheeks turn a vibrant pink. “Ah, that’s a better idea! Good thinking Lord Tyrion.”

In the corner of your room, lounging at your round table was Jaime and Inniros being briefed on their roles by Alizah and Melisandre. Behind Inniros was Sirvart leaning against the wall but with a cautious eye on the darkin, her whip at the ready. The red priest Kafele, a man in his middle age, was in attendance as well to decorate Jaime’s own hands with the same dye Siofra had used on you. Initially he had grimaced when the older man had walked up to him with it and outright refusing. Tyrion told him to suck it up and to add salt to his wound had Kafele paint his own hands. Jaime, not being one to be outshined, relented.

Inanna goes to the packed table and pours you a cup of tea that would calm you. Carefully you take it from her small dark hands and thank her. A chair is also brought over to you so you could sit down and relax for a moment. Rhiannon helped you sit, holding your robes in such a way where they wouldn’t get stuck under you. “I’m fine. I’m just worried about using Lightbringer in front of all those people. I haven’t been able to summon the flames.”

“When the time is right, you will.” Melisandre says, although it didn’t necessarily make you feel any better. All you could do was blindly trust in her cryptic words.

“Maybe you just need to stab Inniros’ shadow again.” Jaime grins and teasingly looks at the bored darkin.

Inniros doesn’t blink an eye at Jaime’s remark, merely shrugging. “You can try.”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

Rhiannon hums thoughtfully, sitting at your feet and resting her head against your knees. “What emotions were you feeling when you first summoned Lightbringer’s flames?”

Thinking back to that day, you grow silent and close your eyes. You attempted to put yourself back there in your mind. You remember seeing Jaime, held down by Inniros’ shadow and about to be killed. Rage had filled you. Unadulterated rage ran through your veins and the urge to protect your older brother. Such an intense feeling was something you had never felt. Sorrow was nothing new to you. Even growing up with your cruel sister and distant father, you hadn’t felt resentment, only sadness that they didn’t love you or even care for you. Rage and anger was something entirely new to you.

You look at Jaime who wasn’t particularly paying attention until the red priest puts down his brush and turns around in his seat to face you. Kafele had the starting of wrinkles around his dark eyes and a peppered beard that covered his lower face. The top of his head was bald and shining. “Maybe you should call upon whatever you were feeling during that experience.”

“I’m not particularly angry about anything though. . .” You whisper against the rim of your cup.

“You have plenty to be angry about though!” chirps your little brother as he climbs atop of your bed, his red robes drag behind him. “Just think about all the things Cersei and father have done to you! And King Aerys!”

“I’m guessing you’re not used to feeling such a toxic feeling.” Alizah gently smiles.

“Obviously. Don’t you remember how she looked the first time we met her?” Sirvart speaks up from her place. “She didn’t even look like she could harm a fly. So sweet and wide eyed. Like a rabbit.”

Thinking for a moment, Jaime leans in his chair. “Well Cersei did use to call you a mouse.”

Clapping her hands, Sirvart nods. “That sounds more accurate!”

Blushing at their description of you, you still doubted that you could come up with such an intense rush again. It had nearly consumed you and. . . and something seemed to wake up inside of you. A feral beast that had been sleeping for so long. Just thinking about it made your heart pick up pace.

Rhiannon’s upside down face calms you back down and forces you to put on a wavering smile.

“It’s not the end of everything if you can’t do it yet.” Alizah’s words do happen to give you peace of mind. You trusted her word. “Of course Benerro will want you to show off, an actual testament that you are indeed Azor Ahai reborn. You’re still getting used to fighting with it. The two of you need to know eachother better. You and Lightbringer. It may be a sword, but it’s an extension of yourself and of the power of R’hllor.”

You had never really thought about it like that. If only you knew more about the actual Azor Ahai and how he had done all the things that was expected of him. True, the temple put you through lessons on their faith and history, never on a personal level. You had learned hymns and the many trials that Azor Ahai went through to forge Lightbringer. Definitely nothing you had to do. He had labored thirty days and thirty nights to forge the sword. Even then it broke had he had to repeat his actions again. And then again. Someone made your Lightbringer. Maybe it was because you didn’t put in your blood, sweat and tears into the steel? There was no personal connection.

Finishing up your tea, Rhiannon stood and took it from your waiting hand. She lingers before whispering for just your ears to hear “Don’t worry. Thalina had faith in you. Have faith in Thalina too.”

The first true smile you felt in the entire day warmed you from the inside. You couldn’t worry about it. Worrying now would do nothing for you in the long run. When the moment came, well, then you would deal with it. Thalina had gotten you this far and she hadn’t been wrong yet.

You nod and catch Jaime’s gaze. Hardly ever having his emotions on his sleeves, you saw evident worry in the depths of his eyes. The two of you had gone through so much. You had spent more time with him in Essos than you ever had growing up in Casterly Rock. Growing to know each other like the back of your hands you knew Jaime was concerned with all this fanfare and the pressure it was putting on you. He kept his thoughts to himself and merely pressed his lips together, returning his attention to the artful details being painted onto his hands and running up to his elbow. The dye was meant for warriors afterall. Sirvart was displaying her own designs as her arms were folded, obediently observing the darkin.

Going back to preparing the boys, Melisandre finishes with her words directed to Inniros. “I know you boys will be on your best behavior today. It will be the most important day of your lives. The world will know that (y/n) is Azor Ahai reborn.”

For the first time, Inniros showed interest. “The whole world?”

Melisandre nods, narrowing her eyes at him in suspicion. “Of course.”

“Even all the way to Westeros?”

Rhiannon caught on fast and a new sense of dread made her clutch her skirts. “The king will know she’s alive then. And. . . your sister will know where you are.”

Had she told you that a few months ago, most likely you would have been stricken with the same fear. You felt nothing though. If all of Westeros knew you were alive, Rhaegar would know too. Hope sprung up immediately and you couldn’t stop your smile from widening. “I’m not scared of Cersei. Or of Aerys.”

Melisandre smiled at you with great pride and even Sirvart smirked. The female Fiery Hand chuckles. “You certainly have grown since your days stumbling in Volon Therys.”

On your night stand was the box which the ancient dragon egg had been hiding. You get up from your seat and wander over to it, making sure your back concealed what you were looking at. But Tyrion knew as he craned his neck slightly on your bed. With the hope bubbling in you, touching the rough scales of the egg seemed to amplify that light feeling that tickled your chest. Rhaegar will know you’re alive. Hopefully once he knew maybe he would come for you once the war was over. Better yet, you hoped he would wait for your eventual return. You would always return to him. Now it felt like a closer reality.

Gentle footsteps fall behind you and in one fluid motion, you hide your opal and turn around. Alizah is standing in front of you, that permanent gentle smile. “Nuha kosh, may I have a private word with you in the antechamber?”

“Of course.” Picking up the skirts of your robes as not to get the hem dirty, you walk over to her.

“You as well, Rhiannon.” She addresses Rhiannon who had been polishing your ceremonial headwear. Slightly confused as to her summons, Rhiannon steadily joins you over to the door that leads to the antechamber. The walls are curved making the room a circular shape with a royal blue rug on the floor. A stout, round coffee table was in the center, surrounded by dark orange cushions. Other multi-colored pillows were present for added comfort.

Rhiannon made herself comfortable, laying on her side across the cushions. Honestly it was unladylike since she was in a dress, but that’s what you liked about Rhiannon. She was so comfortable with herself.

Without any assistance, Alizah sits down on the plush ground and looks up at you. Her smile widens at your expression. “Don’t look so worried. I was merely wanting to discuss the matter of that box that was so kindly delivered by Barristan Selmy.”

You had been waiting for one of the Red Temple clergy to ask you about it and you knew it lay heavy on their minds. If it was from Thalina that meant it was something of great importance. The question was on their tongues but they were willing to wait until you were ready to tell them.

Nodding, you decide that you trust Alizah enough to tell her the truth about what Thalina had sent you and the darkin confirming it’s true nature.

None of what you told her seemed to surprise the red priestess one bit. “And Rhiannon, you were the one who solved the puzzle to break open the box. How clever of your older sister. She planned out everything thus far and the events have been executed precisely. (y/n), Rhiannon, Thalina had another goal besides bringing the two of you together. Something else she had foreseen in the flames and that was bringing back dragons.”

That made Rhiannon sit up, her brows scrunched. “Bring back dragons? Thalina saw that actually happening?”

She nods and glances at you. “(y/n) is the key to everything. That is why I’m not too concerned if you can’t summon the fire of Lightbringer. Because during the ceremony you will take that egg and hatch it in front of all to see.”

You gawked at her before laughing nervously. When Alizah didn’t say she was kidding, you stopped and became anxious once more. “I think it would be more simple to try and get Lightbringer’s flames to surface. But, dragons Alizah. . . Dragons haven’t been seen for a century. Even Aerys couldn’t resurrect the last surviving dragon eggs. And now you truly expect me to do the impossible.”

“Thalina didn’t think it too impossible.” Alizah replies but pats the spot next to her for you to sit. “Relax. I have a plan set up. I’ve seen in my own visions a great pyre in which you sit in the center with your dragon egg.”

“She’ll burn!” Rhiannon exclaimed, looking panicked at the mere thought.

You were about to agree with her but then a faint memory arises; you laying down on the cushioned grass, still smelling of smoke while Jaime told you of the events that had previously taken place. You were still weak and slightly ill but you could never forget Jaime telling you how despite your room being up in flames, they didn’t touch you. Even as the fire consumed your bed and the corpse of Thalina. You had remained in one piece with no burn marks.

Alizah seemed to read your thoughts with her vacant, dark eyes. “Fire will not harm you. Not R’hllor’s champion.”

Rhiannon didn’t like it though, her fingers curling into her palm as she rocked on her heels. “We can’t risk it. . . If fire does harm her-”

“That’s the thing about faith. Sometimes you have to squash down your worries and blindly hope that things will work out. When you have a higher power to trust in, anything may be possible.”

“Sure, blindly believe. But what if your theory proves to be wrong? I’m not-” You noticed Rhiannon’s eyes begin to shine with the threat of tears that she tried to brusquely wipe away. “-I’m not losing another sister.”

Ever so slowly your own vision became hazy as your own tears became obstructive. Not even Cersei had claimed you with such pride and worry as her sister. Yet here Rhiannon was, calling you her sister. A lump developed in your throat as you try not to cry. They wouldn’t obey you and tears soon trickled down your cheek. It was too sweet and too heartbreaking.

“You told me to believe in Thalina, Rhiannon.” You took a deep breath and dabbed at your eyes with the sleeve of your robes. “To have faith in her. I’m scared too, but Thalina has yet to be wrong. If she saw that I was the one to bring back dragons, then I must be. Right? And If Alizah sees me not succumbing to the fire, then all I can do is try and live up to her vision.”

Pursed lips, Rhiannon’s shoulder trembled a little bit as her mind spiraled with all of the negative outcomes that could happen.

“In order to even hope to have the courage to go through with this, I need you by my side.” If Rhiannon wasn’t there with you to transfer her endless supply of bravery, you knew you would crumble on the spot.

“You shouldn’t let your fear show, Viserys is like an animal. He can smell fear.” Thalina had told you one day after he had threatened you. You had witnessed first hand the cruelty of Viserys after he had taken a blade and cut off Thalina’s beautiful braids. That incident had made you steer clear of the young Targaryen prince. He had the same malicious tendencies as Cersei.

“But he scares me.” You whimpered.

Thalina laughs. “That little squid? Trust me, he is nothing to fear. He’s just a bully. You just have to show him that you aren’t going to put up with his attitude.”

“I can’t do that. He’s a prince of the Seven Kingdoms. If I do something to displease him, he’ll tell the king.”

Moving a piece of your dirty blonde hair behind your ear, Thalina hums. “But you are Rhaegar’s future bride. One day you will be queen. That trumps being a prince. Viserys will be second in line for the throne until you produce an heir. Then he will be obsolete.”

When Viserys had cut off her hair, Thalina was livid and had grabbed the prince to promptly spank him on his rear. The horror you felt watching it. You had been sure that there would be terrible repercussions from her actions. You had tried to get Thalina to run away, worried that there would be guards showing up at any moment to execute her. But there was none. Only the matronly septa who turned her head, pretending not to see anything. Viserys had run howling to Queen Rhaella but received another reprimand from his mother.

You always wished you could be fearless like Thalina. Being next to her, you could feel her courage seep into you for as long as Thalina was by your side. When she was around you weren’t afraid of Viserys but Viserys was afraid of Thalina.

“I no longer have Thalina in my life. I need you Rhiannon.”

Gulping down her emotions, Rhiannon wipes her face. She was trying her best to put on a tough facade. Helplessly she looks at you with red rimmed eyes and determination.

“Then it shall be done, mandia(sister).”

A weight was lifted off of you. Now you could confidently ask Alizah “What do you need me to do?”

“Promise me one thing.” Jaime had one hand on the handle of the temple’s front door. A giant of a structure that led out to the crowd you could hear waiting with anticipation to see you.

Rhiannon on your left and Tyrion accompanying you on your right, you glance at your older brother.He didn’t look straight at you, choosing to keep his gaze focused forward.

Your entourage that trailed behind you stood silently.

Your left hand held your large opal while the other kept a steady grip on Lightbringer’s pommel. “What’s that?”

“Please don’t burn to a crisp.”

“Jaime!” Rhiannon remarks in a sharp tone before shaking her head with exasperation.

Actually you quite appreciated Jaime’s lighthearted attempt at diffusing your nerves that were already at a debilitating amount. “Hah, yeah, I’ll try.”

“You know what I mean.” He takes a deep breath.

“Do you not think I can do it?”

“Absolutely not.” Finally turning in him, you take all of Jaime in. The scar under his dancing green eyes. His long braid he had incorporated into his hair, casually resting on his shoulder. He wore armor over his ceremonial garb with vambraces that shimmered gold. Rubies and topaz decorated the rimmed arc “I would be a fool if I thought you couldn’t do this. I witnessed the most impossible things. Well, nothing seems impossible when you’re concerned. I know you can do this. Just. . . I’m still going to worry about you and feel like this could go terribly. And Tyrion, you look completely calm.”

“I believe in her too.” Tyrion smiles up at you, his long, curly hair framing his large forehead.

A knock from the outside was your signal to begin your descent to the circular plateau that led out to the plaza market of Volantis.

“The priests are ready for you, nuha kosh.” Melisandre instructed you, her hands folded in front of her and head held high.

Show time.

The booming voice of High Priest Benerro penetrated the door, a stream of words in Valyrian that were deaf on your ears as you tried to keep your composure. Heavily concentrated on your breathing, you stare as the doors slowly open; the other had been pulled open by Iyan. Bright, blinding sunlight makes your eyes squint up. You held the egg closer to your side, mentally trying to reach out to the warmth inside. That soothing closeness that reassured you.

Hanging tapestries that blew in the partial breeze portrayed the Red Temple’s burning heart against scarlet fabric. In the vestibule, the bridge was blocked off by Fiery Hands that held their weapons at the ready. People nearly spilled over them but you knew it would take a lot more to get past your guards. They clamoured on tip toes to try and be the one to catch the first glimpse of Azor Ahai.

The heat from the pyre in the center could be felt from miles away. There was no way you could get past the loud pounding of your heart in your ears to listen to the High Priest’s introduction. At a slow pace, you step forward until the sunlight fully reveals you for all to see. Vibrations from their cries of jubilation shook you to your core and you nearly lost the will to move forward had Rhiannon not given you an encouraging nudge.

Go on (y/n). You can do this. Even if every inch of me is trembling. . .

Summoning strength from your tightly clutched dragon egg you stiffly continue your walk until you are right next to Benerro. He had his arms out, welcoming the world to you.

“Chin up, (y/n).” Joanna smiled patiently, her index finger coaxing your chin up so that your eyes met hers. “There we go. That’s much better. Let everyone see your face.”

Remembering her words, you hesitantly raise your gaze up, your crown pulling you up. His tattooed face breaks out in a smile despite his mouth appearing to actually lack lips, the sun beating down on his bald head. Under the light of day, his pale face almost looked skeletal. You always thought he was a little ominous looking, but he had always been good to you so brushed off his horrendous appearance.

“Se dārilaros bona iksin kivio. Ōñosmaghare's āeksio se Rullor's kosh. Kessa mazilībagon se path va perzys se udrāzma iā azantyr naejot pryjagon se azantyr hen tolie. Rytsas se kosh qilōni kessa iōragon against sȳndror ,(y/n) Targārien. Azōr Ahaī sigligon! (The princess that was promised. Lightbringer's master and R'hllor's champion. She will set the path on fire and command an army to destroy the forces of the Others. Welcome the champion who will stand against darkness ,(y/n) Targaryen. Azor Ahai reborn!)” His thin and feeble stature betrayed his loud booming voice that reached even those who were looking out their balconies and windows. The city streets were completely covered in civilians. Not even when you married Rhaegar at the sept had there been so many people. They moved like a wave vibrating with energy enough to overwhelm you. You stood tall though and took a deep breath.

You knew Benerro wanted you to say a speech. Actions were louder than words though and you passed by him, down the small flight of stairs, Rhiannon falling beside you easily without a word. The red priests that were gathered along the sides murmured nervously, unsure of what you were about to do.

Closer to the fire until even the crowd started to voice their worry. From your periphery you noticed an older priest pull at the arm of a Fiery Hand who merely shook their head, having been given strict instructions from Weles not to interfere.

Face to face with the inferno, tongues of flames whipped out at you. While the heat was indeed intense, it wasn’t so bad as to deter you. No, a comfort of sorts beckoned you closer.

Before you stepped a foot any further, you shed yourself of your gaudy garlands and ancient robes that would be quickly engulfed in flames. Even the spiked crown made of precious gold. Everything that could be potentially destroyed were discarded, leaving you in a short sleeved, white dress made of soft cotton. It had taken so long to put on you yet mere seconds to take off. You unsheath Lightbringer and pierce an opening into the tall flames. The closer you were to the fire, the safer you felt. Worried shouts from the audience were suddenly becoming a mere muffle. Your hearing was overcome with the crackling of wood as the flames appeared to be parting just for you. Making a way to the heart of the pyre. Enclosing you in like a fairy nestled inside of a flower, you stare all around you.

Cozy was the first word that came to you. Flames did indeed start eating at your dress. If this did indeed work, then that meant you would be naked in front of possibly thousands of people. A self conscious thought you couldn’t help but think about as you saw your naked skin become visible.

You look down at the egg you were holding, your sword hand trembling a little as you held the blade up. Alright. . . If there’s still life in you, please, please let this be enough heat for you.

Cradling it closer against your chest, you carefully rest your chip atop of it’s soft teardrop shape. “It’s just us in here. It’s okay.” You squeezed your eyes shut and prayed. They were ancient prayers that Melisandre had told you of in a language that you had never heard before. She said they would help to stoke the flames if the heat needed to be increased. You muttered them quickly and with fervor. Within seconds you felt the temperature rise abruptly and it even made you begin to sweat. Slowly you brought your sword arm down and to your delight, Lightbringer’s own steel was swept up in it’s own flames. They didn’t tarnish your blade and you felt the same swirl of familiarity surge through you. You smiled wide and continued your chanting.

In your arms you felt a heartbeat and around you the flames began to depict figures. One looked like your regal mother, prim and proper smiling at you. The other was Thalina.

The figure of a man you didn't know manifested, tall and burly with long hair that whipped in the flickering flames. Features of his face were obscured and unclear, but you saw his cheeky smile.

The cracking of the shell as you felt the egg begin to budge.

Your orange blanket of safety began to dance erratically.

Pure joy had you crying when you saw a piece of the shell pop off.

An eager mouth poking out.

You became part of the pure warmth of the fire. Twining arms came out to hold you and you swore you could hear your mother's voice whisper in your ear.

The structure around the pyre began to crumble under the pressure of the rising flames as they seemed to reach for the sky.

Many people had begun to disperse, fearful of what would happen.

Jaime was starting to feel light headed, not realizing that he hadn’t been breathing since (y/n) stepped into the fire. His eyes were starting to burn and the smoke was almost unbearable.

The red priests and priestesses were not as concerned. They had been chanting louder and louder. Picking up tempo, Jaime noticed the flames begin to creep down. Intervention of the darkin brought the fire down immensely before his shadows completely snuffed it out, creeping back to their caverns and crevices. Jaime had never thought that the darkin would be able to use his shadow magic against the fire. It was bright after all and the light of it could have eaten his pathetic shadows.

“Have you not heard of that saying, Jaime?” Inniros, seeming to read his mind, glared at him with his only eye. Looking at him made Jaime feel sick. He was unnatural. “The brightest lights cast the darkest shadows.”

Did everyone in the continent have to speak in that annoying, mystical manner? It annoyed him to no end that everything just had to be so vague with them.

With the flames having all but disappeared, he could see his sister and finally he allowed himself to start breathing again. Good, she was okay. Still standing with Lightbringer’s flames still burning despite her clothes having been burned off leaving her in her own skin. Her once long hair had been diminished to the length of her jawline and was patchy but even so she seemed alright.

Nothing could have prepared him for the wriggling creature in (y/n)’s ash covered arms. The creature that mewled pathetically to everyone's great shock as some red priests even jumped back when they heard the abnormal sound.

He knew this had been Alizah’s plan. They had informed everyone before making the descent to the ceremony what was to be expected leaving no time for Jaime to interject. He had to go along with whatever she told him.

Still. . . Jaime could only stare and smile like a maniac.

Of course she did it.

What was left of the crowd were starting to lean in, finding it hard to believe their own vision. Then there was a cheer from the congregation of Red Temple priests. Cheers grew to a deafening roar. Those who had run away at the sight of the towering inferno soon came back hesitantly at the cries of disbelief that were emerging.

The small dragon in (y/n)’s arms stretched its wings, the scales sparkling in different flecks of green, blue, yellow, and pink. Its small shriek could still be heard over the clamour.

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vewyscawywriting · 1 year

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Scythes and Kisses

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Rhaast x F!Summoner!Reader x Kayn

Wordcount: 2541

Tags: Vaginal and oral sex, a little bloodplay, marking, rhaast has a ridged dick

Summary: When Kayn AND Rhaast walk into the room you are in, you should already know what's gonna happen to you.

You and Kayn were friends with benefits. A lot of benefits. This relationship had formed ever since he and you first had made a contract together, and you were quickly charmed by the (some would call) edgelord.

Other than his lore and his looks you didn't think he was that much of an edgelord personality wise though. As a matter of fact you thought he was pretty normal his entire life considered.

Something that definitely wasn't normal was the fact that both him and Rhaast walked into the living room when you were just lounging about.

"What in the-" you started, as your eyes fell upon the Darkin, free from his Scythe prison, and Kayn, free from the Darkin. That wasn't normal. There was no way this could happen. But after you blinked a couple of times, taking in both men - and taking them in well -, you decided that what the hell, stranger things had happened in this room.

"Welcome, both," you said, eyes still glued to both men, who were kind of just... standing in the doorway, as if they too had no idea what to make of their separate bodies. "Um, what happened?"

A strange look came over both of them as you spoke, their eyes on you as well. No words were spoken between them, though it did feel like they came to a conclusion together, especially with the way a grin grew on both their faces while they made their way to you.

"Guys?"

You were grabbed by Rhaast, who threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass for good measure.

"Hey!" you yelled as you were taken to your bedroom, and thrown on the bed without much ceremony. You bounced a couple times before you were pinned by Kayn.

"Hey," he said, and grinned at your frowning face. "Remember that time we had sex with Rhaast corrupting half of me? And he was all pissy he couldn't actually be there for real to fuck you into next week?"

Well, how could you forget.

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Kayn was above you, smirking down at your naked form on the bed. After letting him get a pentakill he was quite pleased with your summoning performance, and you were with his'. More than anything Kayn needed some relief after a great fight like that, the adrenaline still flowing through his veins.

"So, how do you want it today, Summoner?" he asked, corrupted hand petting your cheek. He was more affected by the corruption than usual, thanks to using Rhaast extensively last battle, and you noticed it in his behaviour as well. He seemed on edge; he asked what you wanted, but you knew he couldn't be patient today.

"Hard and fast," you said, taking mercy on him, but also that's what you wanted from him at this moment. And you knew he could give it to you that way today, with a little help from the Darkin in his head.

"As you wish," he grabbed a lock of hair and kissed it, like a calm moment before the storm. His lower half rutted into yours, making you keenly aware of his throbbing erection. You were sure he'd been half hard since the fight, having to hide his arousal from the others; both champion and summoner, as he'd walked the halls back here to take care of it. The thought made you shiver, as you grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to you to smash your lips together. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, as he pushed inside of you. The moment he was in both of you let out sighs of relief.

Suddenly Kayn shuddered, the corruption on the side of his face crawling over his skin, left eye glowing ominously down at you. He groaned, arching downwards, but he managed to hold himself up above you with his uncorrupted arm. His corrupted arm shivered and twitched, claws flexing around your hips.

"Are you all right, Kayn?" you asked, a little concerned, but also so full of him.

"Yess, give me... a second," he hissed out, as if that convinced you of his 'all-right-ness'. "Shut up, Rhaast, let me do this and shut the fuck up."

Oh, he was having an internal battle with the Darkin. It happened from time to time, especially when you two (or was it three?) were having sex it seemed, but usually it only took a little bit of persuasion from Kayn for Rhaast to quiet down, enjoying the feeling from inside of his host. This time, however, Rhaast didn't feel like backing down, and Kayn's corrupted hand tightened around your hipbone, talons digging into your skin.

"Little human whore," Kayn grated out in Rhaast voice and you startled, tightening around his dick that was still throbbing inside of you, "... Rhaast, fuck. off." was added in Kayn's own voice, and you couldn't help but let out a sound of pleasure. "She's mine."

Ah.

"Rhaast, why don't both of you enjoy me," you added, voice a little (much) higher and more breathy than usual, "Come one, we don't have to fight?"

You just really couldn't take it anymore, you needed him to move, whether that was Kayn himself moving or Rhaast. His dick was filling you so well, and you were throbbing around him, so eager and hot.

"I'll have you one day, little Summoner, and I'll fuck you for real." Rhaast said through Kayns mouth, but it seemed Kayn had won once again, as the Darkin retreated after those words, a growl the last thing escaping Kayn before he took control back.

"Yeah, one day," Kayn said, panting slightly, "Over my dead body." 'That's the point' echoed in his head, but he ignored it, deciding instead to focus on your body once again.

His eyes locked onto yours once more, corruption retreating slightly, but not gone by far. He had control over his own limbs now, but you knew Rhaast was very much near the surface, watching, waiting impatiently, feeling all Kayn felt right now.

"Now, where were we."

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"Yes, I remember," you murmured, smirking. "So Rhaast, you're gonna fuck me for real?"

Kayn was pushed off you, and Rhaast's face came into view, his arms thumping into the bed on the sides of your face, mattress indenting from his weight. Kayn yelled out a "hey!", but what was he gonna do against the monster that was now on top of you.

"Oh, you don't even know," Rhaast growled to you, long tongue coming out to lick his sharp teeth. His glowing red eyes bored into yours for just a moment of intimacy before you were grabbed by his large talons, and manhandled onto your stomach. He had his hardening dick against your ass instantly, and you groaned at both the feeling of dizziness and him. You realized he had been unclothed from the moment you saw him, but there was nothing down there before. Aatrox - another Darkin - filled your thoughts, and you realized he had nothing down there either in his normal state. Something was definitely rubbing against your lower lips right now though, something with a lot of ridges and bumps if you were feeling it right.

All thoughts flew from your brain the moment he pushed the head inside of your opening, and you moaned a high pitched sound at the intrusion. "Fuck, Rhaast... All the way, please..."

You needed to feel him all the way inside of you, needed to fill those ridges and bumps. Needed him.

"So demanding. How about you keep that pretty little mouth shut while I do the work, hm? Or better yet, keep that mouth occupied with something else."

Kayn had appeared in front of you - fully unclothed as well - and he grinned, thick dick almost slapping you in the face. You immediately opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out a little, and Kayn let out an appreciative groan, as he grabbed your face with his (now uncorrupted) hands, and tilted it up a little to him.

"Good," he said, as he softly stroked your cheek. You took him gingerly in your mouth and Rhaast took this moment to slam inside of you full force, making you instantly deep throat Kayn as well because of the force that slammed you forwards.

You groaned around the dick in your mouth, which in turn made Kayn groan as well. The vibrations traveling from your mouth up his dick making him shiver a bit, as he tried not to thrust even deeper. Rhaast let out a growl as well, telling you in no uncertain terms how hot and tight you were and how much he enjoyed you.

"Better take us well," he growled as he started a punishing rhythm. You were attempting to push back on his (fucking ridged!!) dick while sucking of Kayn, but from the start you realized this was practically impossible. Rhaast was just too rough, and the only thing you could really do was have your mouth open around Kayn as you groaned and slobbered over his length. Kayn didn't seem to mind too much, his hand gently holding up your face as he used your mouth almost as roughly as Rhaast used your pussy.

With every pull you could feel ridge after ridge drag across your walls, driving you insane. The thought 'and yet another cock shape added to the list' crossed your mind and you would have giggled if you had any semblance of control over your actions at this point.

"Rh-rhaafh-" you gasped around Kayn's dick, tears spilling over as every push and pull send you closer and closer to the edge.

"Tight little slut," said Darking growled behind you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you back towards his muscular body with each hard slam inside of you, making you finally pop off Kayn's dick. Arms unable to support you fully you just decided to lay your upper body down on the bed as Rhaast ravaged you.

Kayn let out a dissapointed sound, but did nothing to change your position, opting instead to just watch Rhaast have his way with you. And your facial expressions. He could practically come from those and your sounds alone. His hand was around his dick, pumping in the rhythm of Rhaast' thrusts, as Rhaast suddenly decided he wanted to go a different route.

You were turned around while he was still inside of you and you practically yelled, the rough treatment practically blinding you to your surroundings. He had stopped thrusting and when you found your bearings again his monstrous face was right in front of you. Rhaast's tongue came out to lick your cheek as he purred. "You're taking me so well, little human. You can take a little more..."He gestured downwards to where your pussy was engulfing his dick.

You looked down through teary eyes, seeing a large, harshly ridged, bright red shaft, slowly inching its way out of your swollen lower lips. Moisture clung to it, giving it a nice sheen, and you looked on as he slowly pushed it inside again. His clawed hand came down to grope your breast, and then went down further to push against a bulge that had formed in your belly.

Shit.

You moaned pathetically as both of you looked on to his slow, deep penetration. Your hole greedily devouring him as he pushed in. The ridges pushed in piece by piece until he was fully in again, and he pulled out again slowly. This went on for a good minute, as finally Rhaast had enough.

He slammed it in full force once more, and you cried out, head thrown back.

Rhaast threw his head back too, laughing and groaning, ending the sounds in a purr that vibrated your entire body as he once again set a punishing pace. The vibrations from the purring and the ridges of his cock absolutely made you lose your mind as you felt every inch of him inside of you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"You're gonna break her," Kayn said, voice strained from his delayed orgasm, but you didn't hear anything except the loud thumping of your heartbeat inside of your ears. A second heartbeat throbbing intensely in your core. The coil inside of your stomach broke without warning, and you sobbed out your pleasure, tightening further around Rhaast, who made a groaning noise himself, but didn't stop.

You tried to voice your thoughts, but nothing but nonsense came out. You yourself weren't even sure what you wanted to say, but you heard both men chuckle at your desperate attempt.

"My turn," Kayn said, but Rhaast hissed at the man.

"If you dare take her away I'm gonna continue with your tight hole, boy, so you'd better let me finish first."

A keen came from you as you registered that statement, but you were really just holding on for the ride, hurdling past the overstimulation towards your second orgasm.

You cried out something that could have been either or both their names, and took Rhaast with you, who growled and dove his head down to bite down over your right breast, drawing blood.

"Shit, Rhaast, be gentle!" Kayn hissed, but another gush of pre-cum left him at the sight of both you and Rhaast coming. The blood on your skin was a very titillating sight as well, as he softly brought his hand down to swipe a finger over the bite mark, drawing a line of blood over the unmarred skin of your belly, writing his name in blood because he could.

Kayn groaned, and pushed at Rhaast, who let himself be pushed away after having admired your spent visage enough. The moment your got your bearings and your eyes opened, you realized Kayn was now on top of you, his dick straining and dripping down on your stomach, and you couldn't help but buck up towards him.

Honestly you weren't sure if you could take Kayn as well after this, but he was smaller than Rhaast and judging by the deep purple head and the twitching of his dick so very close to coming, so you gasped out a hoarse: "Please, Kayn..."

He didn't let you change your mind as he slipped himself inside of your abused pussy. Rhaast's cum spurted out in thick globs as Kayn pushed inside and you barely had the strength in you to moan at the intrusion.

Kayn moaned deep at the feeling of your wet insides, and started a quick, uneven rhythm. It was obvious that he wouldn't last long, but he still managed to get a third orgasm out of you by rubbing your clit in small circles. Your third orgasm took everything out of you, and you blacked out for a second.

As you slowly came to you realized Rhaast and Kayn were laying on either side of you. Kayn reading a book and looking over when you woke up, and Rhaast playing with your hair and purring.

You tried to find your voice, realizing you had been cleaned up and redressed. "That sure was something." you said, voice hoarse, but the satisfied glow on your face told both men enough.

"A little lacking if you ask me," Rhaast said, and Kayn shot him a glare. "Next time I expect to be able to come twice, little one. Not ifs or buts. You better prepare."

With a sigh your eyes closed. Shit. You weren't sure if you could take that.

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aftmostreaper · 4 months

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ok. what if, aatrox x darkin reader where they destroy the world together and achieve oblivion

#male reader #league of legends fanfic #aatrox x reader

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saey707 · 2 years

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Hello! I read your Viego and Yone prompts and instantly fell in love! May I request a fluffy Aatrox x human female reader please? Just something adorably and ridiculously sweet with such a big red meanie would be cute and fun to read <333

Also, we truly do need more League x Readers, thank you for doing the honors ^-^

✿ Prompt: Your relationship with a big red meanie ✿

♡ champion focus: aatrox ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hello! Thank you so much, your kindness is what keeps me writing <3 I’ve never written Aatrox before though, so I apologize if these are out of character. I wanted to take a more fun approach with this one though, so I hope you enjoy ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

All of Aatrox’s life, he’s been set on achieving impossible goals. But, these were goals that he knew he could fulfill: An apocalypse, vengeance, and the possibility of world domination. Still, he found himself alone, with a disgusting feeling, one that was not corruption, but instead, loneliness. Doesn’t everyone fear being forgotten?

When Aatrox met you, his life changed forever. Overwhelmed with such tender, unfamiliar emotions, ones he never thought he could feel for a mere mortal, a being that couldn’t even compare to his size and strength, he could only begin to wonder... Was this love?

How You Meet ♡

Who would have thought a giant, angry meanie could have such a big heart? You did, but that was only because you believed you could see the good in everyone: Even Darkins.

Honestly, he was actually quite nervous to meet you!

“So uh, I’m Aatrox... I’m a transcendental being trapped inside cutlery... Like... A demon, but more edgy, right? You know, cause I’m a sword... What’s your deal?”

The First Date ♡

On your first date, you didn’t expect him to be the one to choose. If anything, most of the time you were the one taking initiative!

Aatrox gives you flowers he picked from an open field, gets too nervous to hold your hand when you walk side by side and buys burgers for the two of you.

Is it obvious that he is a complete and total wreck? Hell, could you even blame him? This is his first date!

By the end of the night, you kissed him on the cheek. Sure, it took a few extra steps to reach his height, but the effort was well worth it to see his face fluster a deeper shade of red.

It almost looked like he was angry, with the way his eyebrows knit together! “Do it again!” He angrily exclaimed.

You couldn’t stop yourself from placing a kiss on his lips the next time you leaned your head in. Was it possible for a Deathbringer to be this red?

How Aatrox Acts Around Others ♡

It’s only a matter of time before he grows to be extremely protective of you. In fact, he’ll sometimes talk you up to his opponent and boast about how “you give him a reason to fight”.

“As long as she exists, as long as time has meaning, I am not done!”

The first time you saw how he acted around other people was definitely a surprise to you. You never would have expected for Aatrox to be so mean that he made grown men cry!

“I must congratulate you, obviously your parents never had reason to.” “How annoying you are!” “Somehow, I doubt you’ve mastered self-esteem.”

You hound Aatrox often to apologize, however, the most he could do is give a back-handed compliment or say that his statement was only “partially true” to the receiver. In return, you give him the sweetest kisses, which is the entire reason why he continues to apologize to anyone in the first place!

“A kiss... I shall deliver it to you.”

The First Fight ♡

Despite his temper, he would never pick a fight with you again, let alone argue with you over menial things that aren’t worth his time. The last time that happened it ended with you in tears.

Aatrox doesn’t realize that words can really hurt a person, especially cute little humans such as yourself.

He still struggles to forgive himself after seeing that sad look on your beautiful face.

After your argument, Aatrox had to constantly remind himself humans are frail... and women such as yourself are sensitive, and don’t take well to being called “a temptress carving a hole into his entire being and sucking the life out of his stolen flesh”.

More Small Relationship Fluff ♡

Aatrox is more than willing to reach the top shelves for you, or even pick you up to give you a boost. In fact, he prefers the second option more because he enjoys hearing your naive laughter as he holds you up in his arms.

He enjoys sitting in comfortable silences with you, and he certainly isn’t opposed to the occasional cuddling (yeah, more like he is more than happy to take you up for a nice snuggle every chance he could get), especially with how soft you are! Being in your arms is comforting to him.

“I feel... at hooooome...”

Aatrox enjoys baking with you and even has his own little chef hat! ...Even though he burns everything he makes and throws a temper tantrum because of it. Luckily, you are able to bake! To him, the treats are like finger foods, so he admires all the effort you make to double- or even triple- the batches for him.

“No!! Not my bread!! Curse you, Pantheon!!”

Believe it or not, Aatrox is clingy as all hell. He just won’t admit it.

In the rare times that he does, he won’t hesitate to shower you with all of his love and attention... And his love is quite aggressive! Possessively squishing you in his arms, smothering your face with warm kisses, thigh squeezes while you sit on his lap- He goes the extra mile when he’s desperate for your attention!

Aatrox is definitely an unexpectedly gentle lover and is willing to destroy tens of hundreds of worlds if it meant it could just be you and him together on this one alone.

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tragedybunny · 4 months

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꧁༺League of Legends Fanfiction Masterlist ༻꧂

༺ The Blade's Edge - League of Legends Long fic - Swain x Katarina - NSFW ༻

Blade of Noxus - Prequel to The Blade's Edge

A failed assassination attempt, a proposition she couldn't refuse, a temptation he couldn't resist. How Katarina came to be employed by the Grand General of Noxus.

༺ The Blade's Edge ༻

They had a simple arrangement. She was the weapon to be used on his enemies. Things get more complicated when emotions bleed into what should simple. Now the two of them find themselves on the precipice of something that was entirely unexpected.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

༺ Swain x Katarina - NSFW ༻

Touch of the Demon - Katarina wants to see exactly what the demon can do and Swain obliges.

The Bargain - An AU - ish fic where Katarina initiates a scheme to get away from her family just before the invasion of Ionia.

A Soldier's Discipline - Katarina has failed the Grand General and she must be punished

A Soldiers Discipline II - Katarina finds herself once again in need of absolution

༺ Swain x Katarina - SFW ༻

Moments - A fluffy little drabble of a soft Swain/Kat interaction

Loneliness - Swain missing his wife

Puppy! - Just a little crack fic featuring a puppy

Naming Day - Swain wants to do something special for his wife Katarina, but finds out it is easier thought than done.

Have You Ever Wanted Something, So Badly You Cannot Breathe? - Based on the final issue of the Katarina comic on Webtoon. written from Swain's point of view.

Swain comes to Kataria's aide as Marcus attempts to destroy his vision for Noxus. But the Empire isn't the only thing Swain is worried about, and he finds himself at a loss on how to manage the sudden longing he feels for another.

༺ League of Legends NSFW ༻

What She Needs - Ahri and Vlad are both Seniors at the Academy. Vlad has something she needs, Ahri has something he wants.

༺ League of Legends SFW ༻

Home - Katarina x Lux - They discover something more in each other than t hey ever thought possible.

Inner Demons - A Swain - Sylas Lore Fusion. Prompt from Curious Cat.

Darkin Reunion - Aatrox and Varus and reunited as they both have a homecoming.

Storm - A Katarina x OC Drabble I wrote for the 150 follower giveaway.

You've Always Felt Like Home to Me - Swain x Marcus Du Couteau - Swain has a lot of feelings about his oldest friend Marcus Du Couteau that he’s not really sure how to sort out. But tonight it looks like he’ll have to figure them out at last.

Her Light - Katarina x Lux - A poem about a very happy ending for Lux and Katarina

Performance - Jhin x GN! Reader - A reader with a crush gets to experience one of Jhin’s special performances.

After the Mist - Katarina x Samira - Samira and Katarina are reunited after the black mist appears in Noxus. Set after the Ruination trailer.

Sacrificial - Aatrox x F!Reader - Reader is left in Aatrox’s path. The result will surprise them both.

It Can't Be Without You - Darius x Swain - Darius has a bittersweet musing on his feelings for Jericho at a dark moment.

It Won't Be Without You - Darius x Swain - A sequel to “It Can’t be Without You”. Darius recovers from a battle wound with Swain at his side

Alliance - Swain X Vladimir - Swain and Vlad have a tense conversation

No Turning Back - Draven X Riven - They are reunited after so long apart

Checkmate - LeBlanc x Swain - LeBlanc Has Won Their Grand Game

The Festival - Crystal Rose Swain x GN!Reader - A short little fluff piece.

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frostfrau · 2 years

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Rhaast as boyfriend headcanons + nsfw

-Your relationship started off fairly questionably. Well, let's just say he didn't quite get that the both of you were dating until 3 months in. To his defense, you never made an official statement but he's also just stupid, especially if it comes to feelings.

-As far as he used to be aware, you were his little human. His plaything. His victim of terrible humor.

-But one day, when you where comfortably nestled in his lap, drifting off a bit from exhaustion, he realized that you where not his little frail and oh so poor human, he was your stupidly loud Darkin. It took a moment to settle in. To realize that he was in fact always following you, not the other way around. At first, he got angry, he wanted to accuse you of everything and nothing at the same time. He wasn't some stupid lap dog! He is Rhaast! Oh but you look so at peace during sleep. Well, his anger can wait for a bit.

-He isn't exactly romantic but it's the small things that count. He remembers pretty much everything you say and when you mention something like "I miss the garlic bread of my mom", he might just snatch some from a poor baker.

-He also isn't that bright when it comes to delicate things. So if you try to get him to hold your hand, well, you'll have to tell him straight in the face otherwise he has no clue what your weird hand movement is supposed to say.

-He is quite the Himbo when you think about it, well, to you at least. He's hot, muscular and genuinely sweet to you, even if his understanding of your emotions and limits are debatable. He's still rough, rude, crosses the line with his jokes and taunts sometimes,,, a lot but his almost puppy like affection does shine through.

-Like really, he dwells in your attention and he is almost always at your side. Makes it really hard to surprise him with anything because he knows.

-Besides that he loves physical attention. Be it hugs, holding hands, caressing his skin, leaning on him or straight up slapping his face.

-Definetly the stupid man type. Meaning that it isn't hard to make him do things. Really, if he thinks he came up with an idea and then even praises him for doing it, well-. You could pretty much just say "Man, I haven't eaten anything sweet in quite some time" and he'd later bake you a cake

-While on that topic, he's an ungodly good baker and cook? You have no idea how, when, why but you appreciate his food nonetheless.

-Another surprising talent, or well knowledge he has is about art and especially architecture. It's not that far fetched when you think about the fact that he did grow up in Shurima but it's Rhaast??

-He won't stop his hunting just because of you. He might get a bit more considerate of who he kills but it doesn't change the fact that he basically gets off to a massacre. If murder isn't exactly your taste, then hey, he will at least not drag you into it, expect to be on cleaning-up-blood duty though.

-But oh if you do have taste be up for some fun. He will make out with you in a pool of blood, no way around it.

-At some point in your relationship you got sick, nothing fatal, really, but you sure looked dead. Rhaast never quite realized that you, a human, are, well, a human. Even with all the strength a human can muster, a monster could easily rip them apart, a bad infection could cost an arm, hell, even just an unfortunate sickness could mean death. He can’t remember the last time he felt pain but oh, seeing you like that made his heart ache in a way he never thought was possible. That made him a lot more protective of you.

-Other upsides are that, if you don’t have anything planned this weekend, get ready for an adventure on trying to find out methods to prolong your life!

NSFW:

-Rhaast is one horny piece of shit. He won’t force you if you aren’t in the mood but he’ll surely take every opportunity he has to make you needy.

-Don't expect some sweet or soft sex, c'mon, it's Rhaast, he'll fuck your brains out. Rough, fast, hard, best he can do is wait a bit for you to adjust.

-Sadistic and degrading. Bruises, cuts, bites. He loves hearing you cry out while calling you a whore.

-Funnily enough that goes both ways. Slap his face, yank him to your level with his horns, spit in his mouth and call him a good boy and he'd be rock hard.

-Definitely has a breeding kink.

-Would be up for pretty much anything really, if you have a fun or risky idea just tell him.

-Very sweet aftercare though. Rhaast will lick your tears away and hold you close. Depending on the surroundings he'd eather help you clean up or just make you a hot bath.

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heckinhacker · 4 years

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Hi! I hope this goes into the requests before they close. Can you do some SFW and NSFW on Aatrox with a fragile and adorable S/O? Ps: I love your works ;)

Aatrox with Cute and Fragile S/O! - SFW and NSFW headcanons.

SFW:

About your meeting - he’s not a fan of cute things, and more fragile you are - the better to make you suffer.

So getting to know him was hella hard, but he finnaly felt for ya.

Damn that’s embarrassing, but as much as he hated to addmit, your adorable style of being was growing on him.

And how delicate you were - it was making him want to hug you much more than he’d wish he’d like to. (and not only honhonhon-)

He starts things slowly, like holding your hand, trying to get used of treating someone like porcelain, not like rock which he wants to smash and shatter-

It’s very hard for him please be patient with him–

He often bursts off on you, sometimes it happens for things you didn’t do.

No matter how much you cried, he always was angry until he calmed down himself, no words or no tears would stop him, poorly.

He used to be human once, so he apologises, knowing the word can mean so much.

He hoped you’d understand.

(nsfw under the cut)

NSFW:

No matter how tall or small you are - you’re always tiny compared to Aatrox.

I assume you’re shy after “adorable” side of you, so trying to hide yourself when he’s starting getting spicy with you is annoying him but turning him on even more.

As I mentioned in my NSFW headcanons of Aatrox, he’s not in need of sexual acts too much, but he sometimes does need to “Do the do”, and making you flustered and all blushy is worth everything.

He. Teases. The. Hell. Out. Of. You.

He’s afraid of being too rough on ya - you’re just so…fragile.

When you’d like him to be more aggresive - more of himself - you’d have to tell him it’s alright, he wouldn’t make too much to you because of how delicate you are.

It’s not one of my best works but here goes nothing-

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jojikawa · 2 years

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I would love love LOVE to read some more of your Aatrox x reader story! if you'd be so kind ofc <3

Sure! I enjoy writing the romance so much!

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣

wc: 2.8k

tw: brief descriptions of violence, Tsundere Aatrox

Whenever Aatrox would retreat into his sword, by starving himself or by defeat, he had begun to dream.

It wasn’t too often when these dreams would occur but a small part of him would look forward to them. Anything was better than the claustrophobic prison of nothingness. In his slumber, he would dream. As a woman, he lived in a cottage, alone in the woods. There were no signs of fear, happiness, or anger. It was only him and a baby.

The dreams would always end with blood and screaming. The baby he held was replaced with a pile of flesh that coated his hands with blood. He would scream at the sight and he didn’t know why. Aatrox wasn’t scared of anything. These were nightmares to anyone else but he feared nothing.

A poor human traveler came by and saw the sword of the Ascendant, Aatrox. He was intrigued by its glow. What was it doing all by itself in the middle of the forest, the traveler thought. How much would it sell for? The combination of curiosity and greed was a plague against humanity. It would be its downfall. Aatrox would use this new human as his vessel to move around once again.

Aatrox looked around. He was in the world again. It was gloomy and moist from the rain. Everything looked so sad. There was no sign of you either. Why did that make him feel bad?

“WOMAN!?” He roared to the top of his lungs, expecting you to just “appear” and have his name roll off of your tongue like sweet honey. He didn’t know your name. Your true name. He wouldn’t call you Death or even Lady Death. HE WAS DEATH.

Aatrox, Aatrox, Aatrox.

Death called his name like a mother would her son who just wouldn’t listen to her. And just like a child, he looked for you. He felt drawn to you. He knew you had to be somewhere. Did you get bored of him already? He hoped not.

The Darkin wandered for days not being able to find you. Maybe he could summon you again? Yes. That would be such a great idea. Why didn’t he think of that first?

Aatrox ravaged villages and settlements. He left no survivors. Life was no good anyway. The only thing these mortals would miss out on was your beautiful face. Right before they succumb to their wounds.

It was no use. Despite all the carnage. You didn’t appear. You didn’t tease him. You didn’t trace his horns with your fingers. You didn’t climb onto his shoulder to whisper things in his ear that seemed to calm him.

That’s fine. He just needs more victims. What’s one more settlement? One more? Another? And another?

But—

No.

The only thing he was surrounded with were the dead bodies of men, women, and children. Where were you? Where did you go? Did you even…exist? Did he finally go mad?

Yeah. He had just gone mad. Meeting death? Spending time with her? Dreaming from the perspective of a woman? Everything was finally taking a toll on him.

Night fell and he wandered Runeterra some more. He needed to find more people to kill…or finally a warrior that could put him out of his misery.

He had come across a winter hamlet. It was lit here and there with torches and lights. The watchmen didn’t seem to see Aatrox yet. With his vision, he could see a far distance away. What caught his attention were people in an old wooden house. Two of them. A woman and an old man.

That woman…who was that woman?

She looked like you. There were no demonic features and dark attire, but he knew it was you. You looked so full of life.

He didn’t like it.

Anger filled him more than any feeding ever could. A foreign drive possessed him and all of his thoughts were murderous and violent.

Screaming of terror filled the night sky as mortals laid eyes upon their new god.

“You are not long for this world.” You grabbed the hand of the dying old man before you. He wore a smile as he drifted in and out of his painless death. “I know.” He replied. “But will I finally get to see my wife again? Did you stay with her until the end just like you did me?”

Your lips parted. You’ve done this for eons but it’s still hard to break the news. “Yes.” You curled your lips into a small smile. “She’s missed you and can not wait to-“

“DARKIN! IT'S A DARKIN!!”

The cries of mortals filled your ears. Your heart sank. You couldn’t hide the sadness that covered your face. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered to the old man. You took his life without another thought. You collected his soul and returned to your Darkin suitor.

In only minutes, this settlement was no more. Aatrox was huge. Much, much taller than what you’ve seen before. He’s killed so many.

“How could you?” You uttered, looking at all the destruction that was once bustling and crowded. You struggled to not step on any bodies that had been left by him. For once, you frowned at Aatrox. Your patient smile was no more.

When he saw you, he wanted to yell at you. How could he? No. How could you? You abandoned him. You didn’t come when he called you. He searched for days. He spent days by himself and he couldn’t understand why.

“Why are you here?” He growled, finishing the very last warrior that stood in his way. Black butterflies emerged from the trees and bushes. They landed on the people and claimed them. “I like to visit humans before they die.” You answered. “But you just had to intervene.”

You noticed that Aatrox seemed to dislike your butterflies. He cut at them and could crush them in his hands if he were quick enough.

“Leave them.” You commanded firmly. He did not listen.

You turned away. You couldn’t stand to look at him. Your chest was hurting from sadness. You hated that this was the natural order.

You shook it off. You always shook it off.

You looked down at your feet. “Everyone dies alone.” There was a child. A girl. She held a toy and had a petrified look. Your words finally grabbed his attention. “I’ve always been alone.” Your sentences seemed disconnected but Aatrox was still very much interested in what you had to say.

Before you could continue, you were lifted off of the ground by a large hand. It was Aatrox. He dropped you onto his shoulder, to which you clumsily hung onto. You smiled at his actions. He still wasn’t accepting you, but you didn’t believe he traveled to the Freljord for nothing.

Aatrox has many, many questions for you but his arrogance prevented him from asking them. He preferred to listen to you speak. Eventually, you would come out and maybe tell him yourself.

“You’re so big now. Why did you kill them?” You asked quietly. This made the Darkin scrunch his nose up in disgust. He refused to voice the reason why. He didn’t want it to sound like he missed you or that he was worried. “And why did you destroy this camp of refugees?”

You got a good look at him. His face was unchanging from the scowl that showed his sharp teeth. His face always seemed to be like this.

“Why did you come after me?”

You felt the sway of Aatrox’s walking come to a halt.

“Shut up, woman. You may be a god but you are a fool.” He grumbled, refusing to make any eye contact. When he hissed and said “hurtful” things, it made you wonder what his reactions would be if he were a man and not a monster. “And why are you so mean?” You added, leaning your head against his now much, much bigger one.

Aatrox didn’t answer you. He only resumed walking to a place. Wherever a place was. Your smile softened and faded a little. “Aatrox, do you dream?”

It was almost funny that you asked such a thing. He instantly thought about the nightmares he would get. (If you could even call those nightmares.)

A woman and a baby.

“I don’t sleep.” He replied, almost seemingly pretending to not pay any mind. You laughed. “I know you don’t right now but you do go dormant.”

Aatrox stayed silent.

You brought your hand up to his horn and stroked it softly. Smiling at him, patiently, you repeat yourself again. “Do you dream?”

“…Yes. I dream.” He confessed. He didn’t harbor any resentment for you in his voice, but it still rumbled and shook you to your core. “And what do you dream about?”

Aatrox explained to you that he doesn’t normally dream. He didn’t believe it was possible in his current state, but he did it. The Darkin nonchalantly recited what he remembered from his slumber.

The woods. The cottage. The baby.

Blood. Screaming. Fear.

As Aatrox went on, keywords began to stand out to you. Your once cheerful face contorted. Your eyebrows knitted together and your perma-smile erased itself from existence. Now replaced with a cold line.

You didn’t realize that you began talking over him when you finally spoke. “Why would you dream of this? How could you see such things?”

Aatrox noticed that your tone of voice changed. You didn’t sound like the version of yourself you always presented to him. You sounded…sad.

“What is it?” The Darkin barked at you impatiently. Your mouth remained shut. You refused to elaborate. It was too much pain to say and obvious if he just thought a little harder about it. You removed your hand from his horn, earning a grunt from him.

“There was a time long ago when I attempted to have a family.” You explained, your tone low and you talked slowly. You didn’t want to have to repeat yourself for him. “But Death can not create life. My domestic life didn’t last.”

Ah. Things finally made sense to him.

Aatrox was intelligent enough. He could understand the implications regardless of his situation. The only thing he couldn’t understand was why. Why could he see this? He knew he should have held his tongue but he couldn’t stop himself from finally asking something.

“Why was your child slaughtered?” His tone of voice sounded insensitive. If he were a man he would easily be slapped across his face by such disrespect. You were the only person in the world who could never be offended by Aatrox.

“I’d have to start from the beginning.” You choked out. “I didn’t have a mother or father. I was just…born like this. I was idle for thousands of years after I was created. I couldn’t move, see or think.” Your experiences almost sounded similar to Aatrox’s imprisonment. “Then this world was created. I could suddenly feel everything. The noise of creation was louder than anything I’ve ever heard.” You sighed, before looking up at the sky. It was a full grey as clouds formed, it would begin to storm soon. “And I fell in love with it.”

“You fell in love with such a worthless floating rock?”

His words didn’t wound you but they did displace your mood. You narrowed your eyes at him, pitying him for having such a mortal view of the world. Perhaps, this was his way of taking his anger out at you for disappearing. Either way, it was not justified.

“I did. Mortals find it hard to comprehend but I will be patient with you. I had a husband, who I loved very much.” You closed your eyes and tried to imagine that time so long ago. Aatrox’s eyes narrowed at the thought of you being married to someone else. He didn’t like the sound of that.

“I…I can’t remember what he looked like.” You smiled sadly. “It was many lifetimes ago. I told myself that I wouldn’t love anyone else.”

You hadn’t heard any feedback from Aatrox. He was truly a good listener but this time you felt like he wasn’t listening to you.

“What? Are you jealous?” You teased him, leaning over to try to get a look at his face. “Why are you speaking?” He growled at you in a low tone. You rolled your eyes. “Do you even know what I said?” You reached down and tried your best to show affection. He would always melt at affection. But he was too big. You sat on his shoulder like a nest as he carried you.

From that moment forward, you spent a great deal with Aatrox again. You hadn’t mentioned anything else about your attempt to live as a human. The mortal side of him couldn’t help but wonder more. Were you happy at all? What if your child lived? He even tried to imagine what your life was like. If he were still a man, would you have been interested in him? Would you be impressed by his Ascendant form, a time before he was a Darkin?

“Aatrox.”

He tried to imagine your voice as you would greet him after a long time of being away. The desperate thought of you waiting for him to return home like a wife would for her husband. Aatrox couldn’t imagine you without anyone else but him. His imagination filled in the blanks, replacing any instance of another partner with himself. If he could, he would give you another child.

These feelings only strengthened when the effect of his killings wore off. He was small enough for you to be more affectionate, as you would put it. When you teased him, you would cup his cheeks. When he would snap at you and look away, you would remain happy with him. Still smiling and redirecting his gaze back at you. You would tell him stories of the warriors you’ve met. You would make your jokes about how their strength was nothing compared to his. Your beauty was ageless. Your personality was nothing that he had expected from a Goddess of an act as grim as death.

You had been admiring the wings of your Darkin suitor when something changed inside of him.

“I’ve never met a creature born on this planet with wings so beautiful.” They were outstretched and it was like you could see the stars. “It’s almost like-“

You reached out to touch them once again when the bigger creature had grabbed your wrist. It was firm but nothing like the violence you endured when you first crossed paths.

“What is your name?” He questioned. It wasn’t polite but he didn’t growl or bare his sharp teeth at you. You liked when he spoke like this. You could really enjoy his accent. “My name is Death-“

Aatrox yanked you forward by your arm, causing your bodies to meet. He held you close and wouldn’t let you go.

“Your name is not Death. I am Death. You are just a woman. Tell me your name.” He commanded, not at all realizing what he was doing. This wasn’t like him. Not one bit. You placed your hand on your face and shied away. He was so emotionally stunted by his situation. You pitied him sometimes.

“My name is (y/n).”

Aatrox didn’t expect you to actually answer when he asked. He believed you would say something cryptic or flirty.

“What will you do after I die, (y/n)?” He said your name with such venom. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he hated you. You placed your free hand on his face. It was stiff and hot like fire. He was angry.

“I will mourn you every year.”

Mourn him? He would never see you again!

“So you will take my soul and put it in your pocket like all the other trash you collect?” You felt him squeeze your wrist more with every word. “Aatrox…” You frowned at his bitterness. There was nothing you could say that would please him. “What do you want me to say?”

Aatrox didn’t reply. He gritted his teeth, unable to hide how monstrous he had become. You tried to pull your wrist away but he continued to hold onto it with you leaning against him for support. He hesitantly raised your wrist to his face, making you place your other hand on his cheek.

You were so used to him pushing you away and hating your gentle touch. “Aatrox?”

The Ascendant-turned-Darkin had been around for nearly 6000 years. He experienced the same careless cycle of inflicting death but never being able to be killed. You made things bearable. Even when trapped in a sword, he didn’t completely hate everything.

“Stop speaking.”

Next part will probably be a smut 🥹❤️ Stay tuned for that.

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aajjks · 3 years

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Need (JJK)

synopsis. He needed to know that you loved him.

pairing: yandere!jk x fem!reader.

warnings: dark, yandere, themes of obsession, obsessive behaviour, forcing, hes ab*sive, degrading names, bipolar kook, kind of sadistic behavior, mature and a steamy kiss lol.

disclaimer. This content contains dark triggering themes, don’t read if you’re triggered by the written above warnings. this is all fictional and this does not represent bts’ Jungkook irl. I don’t condone this behaviour irl!!

note. hey guys.. look I’ve been trying my best to get back to writing but as you can [wil] see that I’m failing miserly. this is as always not edited or proofread.. I’m so ashamed...

The harsh sound of the basement door hitting the wall in a thudding manner made your weak body shudder with fear, the now familiar feeling of fear and panic taking over you,

Waking you up from your slumber.

“Wake the fuck up, bitch!” There came booming his voice, his angry tone catching you off guard, you looked up to see him. His face was hidden with his dark jet black long curly locks, his shirt was unbuttoned from above, showing his muscular chest. His nose was scrunched. And his sharp jaw clenched.

He was angry.

The sound of your heartbeat was getting louder and louder as he took his steps toward you, his legs were wobbling, coming closer and closer. You watched as his predatory gaze fell on your petrified figure, setting on your horrified face. “It’s been a whole fucking week, stop your bullshit already, I’m very close to losing my shit” his voice echoed through out the empty basement.

You shuddered again, jolts of fear taking over you.

You were unable to process his words properly, your eyes followed his movements, he grabbed your face in his strong hands as he knelt down on his knees. You were held captive by the tight ropes wrapped around your fragile figure.

You felt weak. “I love you, that’s why I did all of this. You,” jeongguk inhaled a deep breath. Raising his head up to look at you, his eyes contained a crazy look in them, his demeanour was darkining. Fear was all you felt.

“You know it, don’t you? princess?” Jeongguks tone was low but deep. His eyes fixed on your scared face. It was like a warning, you had to answer what he wanted you to.

“I-I..” closing your eyes to avoid eye contact didn’t help, his grip on your face tightened even more as he aggressively squeezed it. “Don’t. Fucking. Test. Me.” Jeongguk leaned closer as his minty breath reeking of alcohol hit your nostrils. Your eyes watered quickly as he forced you to look at him.

His eyes were red, tiny veins present in his dark orbs filled with obsession and distress. Jeongguks eyebrows were farrowed and his nose was red.

“ANSWER ME!” Jeongguk screamed at your face, his voice threatening to break mid sentence. “Y-You know I love you r-right?” You just closed your eyes, your heart could explode right now.

He was scaring the shit out of you. “Y/N, fucking answer m-me!!! I-I love you! H-How could you leave me!!!? H-How could you love somebody else than me!” Jeongguk was incredibly frustrated. “S-Stop it pl-please...”

Tears of fear fell from your tired eyes. He watched you, “w-why are you crying?” Jeongguk carressed your cheeks in a hasty manner to calm you down

“sssh.. don’t cry! I-I love you so much, I didn’t mean to make you cry! Stop crying..” jeongguk wiped your cheeks with his hands then grabbed your face once again to lean closer.

“You know I-I missed you so fucking m-much. I missed you so much that I was starting to go insane.... I couldn’t sleep at nights. Whenever I’d close my eyes, your pretty face would show up..”

“You’re imprinted on my mind, my heart and my fucking soul. You’re my everything. I-I love you like a fucking maniac. I’m so crazy about you! Why d-don’t you get it! WHY DONT YOU!” Jeongguk babbled on and on like a psycho, He was starting to concern you.

He had really gone mad.

When you didn’t respond, He began to scream at you, “stop t-this Jeongguk leave me! Okay! Okay I do! I-I love you!” You cried at him. His grip on your face was starting to hurt. “S-STOP CRYING! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME... you st-still love me... don’t you?” He nodded his head to himself. “My princess loves me...”

“You love me. Y-Yes you do. I knew it...” Jeongguk smiled as he grabbed your face and crashed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, smothering your mouth like a starved man. You felt like you were being suffocated [you were.], jeongguk refused to pull away, forcing your mouth open to lap at it like a dog.

You wanted this to end. He wouldn’t leave you ever.. his kiss was the proof of his madness.

You couldn’t be saved from the devil.

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therobotwriter · 2 years

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Hello, its me again! The one who asked you to write Zed and Wolverine! Reader. And here I am with a new request. Can you write a Kayn x fem!Winter Soldier!Reader fic this time? According to the plot, Kayn and Y/N are childhood friends, but on one of the missions, Y/N "dies". The organization finds her and turns her into a weapon (like Bucky). Next come the crimes in Ionia. By that time, Kayn is about 20 years old. As in the movie, Kayn fights the Winter Soldier and knows that his friend is hiding under the mask. She doesn't recognize him. Then you can come up with your own. All in your hands! I'm sure you can! 💖💖💖💖💖💖(Bucky is Marvel's best boy)

Hi again! Ok I'm reeeeally late for this. So sorry, I think I'm not that fast for writing imagines like I thought I would be. But I loved the idea, and couldn't let it just pass.

It got a little bigger than the Zed one, but I hope you like this one too~

Oh, and thanks for coming back!

Pairing: Kayn X Fem!WinterSoldierReader

Summary: Kayn is following a criminal, but he didn't know that this person is was really special in his past

Word count: 1,7k

Tags: Kayn, childhood friends, violence, Rhaast!

Warnings: a little bit violence, I guess.

Childhood memories are something complicated. Mostly because sometimes they look like a dream or a complete mess, you can't say whats a lie and what was real.

But Kayn never forgot about his childhood.

Being used as part of the noxian army couldn't be forgotten, neither the person that was always by his side could.

Kayn knew you since he could remember. You two played together, and when he joined the army, you did the same. You two were a team, one always completing and helping the other.

A lot of times, he tried to look stronger that was feeling. Because of you. He was always there, holding your hand, and saying that everything was going to get better.

But it never happened for your two.

The friendship survived the time in the battlefield, but that day, when Kayn won his battle against a lot of ionians, he losted you from his view, and couldn't never redeem himself for this.

After some days, your name was listed among the dead soldiers, even without a body being found. It wasn't something new, in moments like that, anything could happen.

But that boy, that little boy who promised you every day and night, that he would make everything better for you, he never forgot about you.

The boy became a war hero, a teenager trying to learn the secrets of his new master, and then, an adult corrupted by an ancient force.

Life wasn't easy, but Kayn never had something like that, nothing was easy, he knew that.

Rhaast was always there, just waiting for a chance to take the control of his body. Sleeping or just taking a break was something complicated.

But that day... He managed to do it.

The view of that mountain was pretty impressive, and his mind could simply travel through the past, his questions, and how everything started.

Time didn't mattered at this moment, it was just a little and insignificant detail, he could spend hours remembering the moments where he was with you.

But Kayn wasn't really alone there. Don't took more than some minutes to Rhaast start with his teasing.

"So that's what you will do all day? Staring at nothing?"

Kayn took a deep breath.

"It's better than talking to you. I'm one hundred percent of sure that the silence is smarter"

"Smarter than you." The darkin's laugh reverberated "I bet theres something else in your mind. Or is this someone?"

The man didn't answered, he bited his own lips before any sound could came out, and his eyes turned a little opaque.

"It's nothing" He answered simply "We better get going, these noxians won't forget that they saw someone in the woods"

"They would if you had killed them"

Kayn took the scythe from the ground and after looking at that scene for the last time, he entered into the florest.

"I need to follow them if I want to know more about that crimes. They where the nearest people last time, and I can't follow dead bodies"

Rhaast didn't answered, and the silence finally began.

The footsteps weren't making any noise, Kayn knew how to walk without being noticed, and if it was necessary, he was ready to passing through some walls too, so he had nothing to worry about.

It was a peaceful day, in a strange way. But he wouldn't complain about the good climate, the lack of enemies or that Rhaast was in complete silence.

Minutes became an hour, and one hour turned into three. The florest ended, and they arrived in a lonely house.

The house structure was solid, but it didn't changed the fact that it was abandoned, with widows with broken glass and the doorstep almost falling apart.

"Great, we can spend the night here."

The man spoke, opening the door and taking a look around. The furniture, was left there, like it was waiting for the family to return.

"Pathetic" was the only word who came from the darkin, when the scythe was left in a sofa, but Kayn didn't cared about his words, and just continued looking into the house. No thing looked out of it's place, like the house was waiting for the return of the people who lived there.

No trace of blood in the floor or anywhere else. Something happened before they could arrive.

After some minutes of this research, Kayn simply sitted in a chair, looking directly at one of the windows, the moon was already there, and he could finally rest a little bit.

The man never had good and healthy eight hours of sleep, he was always alert, so after some time, when he heard some noise out of the house, his eyes opened in a flash and he took his scythe, preparing himself for a fight.

He took some steps, without making any sound, and after opening the door, he left the house in silence, analyzing all possible places where an enemy could hide, taking advantage of the darkness of that night.

When a figure leapt towards him, his instincts allowed him to use the scythe to block the attack and knock his enemy back.

The pale light from the house illuminated the battle. The scythe's blade glowed during Kayn's repeated attacks, which were deflected by his opponent. And after one of these attacks, the person, dressed in black, charged towards the Noxian, with a dagger in hands.

Kayn's free arm acted quickly, taking his enemy's weapon. But the moment his eyes caught those of the one who seemed interested in killing him.

Kayn knew those eyes.

He could never forget them.

"Y/N?"

His voice faltered and the dagger fell from his hands, giving the person a chance to back away, but the assassin was faster and wrapped his hand around his arm, trapping his rival there.

"Y/N, is that you?" He insisted.

The opponent's eyes were like blades, trying to understand the question.

"Who in the void is Y/N?"

the female voice asked sharply, while its owner squirmed in an attempt to get free.

"Just kill her already." Rhaast's voice reverberated once more.

But Kayn didn't obey. He was pressing her arm hard, he needed to keep her there.

He didn't understand how it was possible, how you could be here after all these years. But you were, and he'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

"Y/N, it's me, Kayn" He said with a smile, dropping the scythe and using his other hand to grip your other arm, with less force now.

His hands held you there, steady, close to your shoulders, but they didn't seem capable of hurting you, not with the force he was using.

"I have no idea who you are or who you think I am" your voice came out firm "I don't even have a name..."

He interrupted you, bringing your face closer, now more visible thanks to the light from the house.

"Yes you do, you're Y/N, you were born in Noxus, and you've been my best friend for as long as I can remember... I thought you were dead. But now... You're here. You're really alive."

His eyes stared at you, he looked completely different from the man you had faced a few minutes ago, he looked like a child.

But you didn't remember him. The certainty with he said all that, or the gleam in his eyes, none of that mattered, it couldn't be true.

"Let me go!" You snapped, irritated by the failed attack.

"I can't Y/N, I can't do this again."

"I AM NOT Y/N!"

Kayn sighed, lowering his head. How could you not remember who he was? That you couldn't remember him?

It hurt

It wasn't a wound, like so many he'd gotten during his life, it was a deep pain… in the organ he no longer remembered.

His heart ached.

"You don't remember..." He muttered "Don't remember but I can swear I've known you since we were kids Y/N we grew up together... We fought together"

Kayn's hands released you, but for some reason those words seemed to hold you there.

"You're wrong, I fight for myself."

Your voice faltered for a moment, his mind felt confused. Why did you fight?

"Then why did you attack me?" he quickly replied

A mission, that's what you remembered. Names, targets, that's all. Your current mission was to kill the man in front of you, so why haven't you already done so? And what else would you answer him?

"It was necessary" you limited yourself to a short reply, and for a moment, you thought you saw a tear in his eyes.

"Well..." Kayn sighed, and opening his arms, smiled at you "so do it. Kill me."

Your eyes dropped to the dagger on the floor, none of your targets ever gave you that opportunity, they never even got a chance to see who was attacking them, why did this man have to be any different?

Your hands retrieved the object, and as you took it, your face turned to Kayn's.

His expression was peaceful, for some reason you couldn't understand.

"Why?" you whispered

"After all these years, something put us in each other's paths. You need to kill me, and I was looking for the person responsible for the murders of masters of Ionia, which I can see now.... It was you."

You looked at him in a perplexed, almost stunned way. All these weeks, you thought you were letting everyone down.

The disguised Noxian soldiers served as bait so you could escape.

But nothing worked against Kayn.

"Y/N" he continued "I already lost you once. And I don't want that to happen again. Kill me"

You sighed. I needed to finish this.

Your hands gripped the dagger firmly, pointed toward his heart.

But before the blade touched him, your hands began to shake.

You felt a pain in your chest, and your eyes watered thanks to the tears that were now flowing.

You couldn't kill him.

"Kayn..." your voice came out as a whisper, his head hurt so much it felt like it was about to explode.

Flashes came to your mind, moments on the battlefield, nights when you feared the worst, the murders you committed...

That wasn't you.

Kayn was always present in her childhood memories. He didn't lie.

You remembered. Somehow now you remembered everything.

Your hands dropped the dagger to the floor, and the moment you looked at Kayn, he smiled, lowering his arms and wrapping them around you in a hug.

"It's ok Y/N" he said, as he had done so many times "Everything will be ok I promise"

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shurelyasreverie · 3 years

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A Rhaast scenario where he realizes he might need reader in his life, and loves her? The thought of a powerful entity being all soft and vulnerable when it comes to their love interest is +++

I wholeheartedly agree with these asks, planned for some sweet (maybe even comedic?) fluff but then my mind went, “yes, but make it angsty”

Rhaast x Injured!Reader Drabble: Fickle

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence and injuries

Mortal lives were fickle, that's why Rhaast loved toying with them so much. He enjoyed how fragile they were, how doable it was to end their lives. The feeling of power was too addicting, the only flaw with his victims being how it was a lack of challenge in ending their lives. The sick pleasure in cutting down hundreds at a time, mortal bodies were absolute fun. Never did he find their fragility as an issue.

Until now.

As he watched your body instinctively shiver, Rhaast carefully lifted the bed covers to see that red hasn't bled through your bandaged torso left. For once he was frustrated, cursing the world for how humanity was designed. If only they were tougher, it would be more thrilling to slay them. If they were stronger, maybe you wouldn't be a few steps away from death.

Your wounds were bandaged, your breathing was weak but consistent. Now what was left was for him to wait. To wait for you to recover and wake up. Rhaast laughed at himself. How his hulking figure was hunched over your small one. How his immortality and years of existence couldn't prepare him for seeing you in such a state state.

Human weakness was infectious. Rhaast learnt that the hard way through the time he spent with you. The patience you showed him he started to show back. The gentleness you displayed he started to observe and emulate back to you. When you told him the vulnerabilities of your heart, Rhaast realised he now had a vulnerability of his own. A person that no matter his hatred against humanity was, he wouldn't think for a second of harming them.

He realised he couldn't let you go. He couldn't let his one weakness wandering out in the open for any to attack. The one time you left you alone he came back to see you in a state far worse than the unconscious one before him. Your torso wasn't bandaged, it was wallowing in a pool of your own blood. Your cleaned face and body was covered in dirt and grime. Just thinking back to when he found you created a foreign pain in his chest. It was a pain he couldn't remedy, it wouldn't go away. All he knew was that when he put his clawed hands on your shoulders, when he felt your heartbeat setting a steady rhythm, or seeing how your chest was steadily rising and falling, the pain lessened.

Perhaps he was becoming the fickle one. It certainly felt that way as he spent his days next to your unresponsive body. Had you been a mere acquaintance, a person who was somehow worth more alive than dead, he would've left you to recover on your own. How you ended up so maimed was still a mystery to him, a mystery he intended on solving, or to merely destroy all possible suspects so that the true criminal was punished sooner or later. Had you been anyone else, he would've hopped on his feet and abandoned you to take matters into his own hands. Jumping into battle and slaying everyone like the Darkin was notorious for. But to do that would be to leave your side...

Audibly exhaling, Rhaast leaned back against the wall. A Darkin had no need to sleep and he no intention to. As the moon started to rise high into the sky, he settled his red gaze on you, his palm gently tracing down your cheek. He noticed everything. Every twitch of the muscles, every shift in your expression, every time your breath was a little more delayed. The signs of a living body he was so used to destroying, now he wanted them to be stronger. But for now, he could only observe and wait. Wait until his weakness was strong again.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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From the Ashes Pt. 32

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Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Reader POV

Words: 4513

Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

“No way. . .”

“My lady. . . Where did you obtain such a treasure?”

As you gawked at what you had thought to be a normal opal gemstone, you felt your mind spin uncontrollably with disbelief. There was absolutely no way. Dragon eggs had been all but gone in Westeros, even in Dragonstone where centuries earlier they had been abundant. The few that had been found by Aerys early on in his reign were unable to hatch and thus destroyed as they proved useless to him.

Maybe that was why you had been feeling a deeper type of warmth resonating from the beautiful egg. A life that had once had potential.

You told Inniros of Thalina and how a knight from Westeros along with Tyrion had delivered it to you. It indeed hailed from Dragonstone where you had spent your childhood with Thalina.

“To think that maid was actually a red priestess.” mused Tyrion as he was unable to tear his gaze from the dragon egg. All the stories hadn’t prepared him for the real thing. Inside was a baby dragon that never got the chance to live. Impossible to both you and Tyrion to view Thalina as this secret keeper as she had been a lovely, ditzy girl when you had known her. “She knew all along.”

Inniros picks up the egg and examines it with his one good eye. Now Tyrion stared at the darkin. Another tale that he had thought was only make believe. A darkin and a dragon. He towered over you and Tyrion, his face fully visible now that he could no longer hide behind his long, red, locks. His sheared head bothered you. Who had done it? Or did he cut it off himself? You knew that some men of the Fiery Hand could be malicious.

“Granted, who knows if there’s anything left alive in it.” He murmurs, fingers scraping against a scale. “For all we know it could only be a beautiful fossil now.”

“Are you sure it’s an actual dragon egg?”

“Positive.” Inniros immediately replied without waiting a second. “There is a forgotten city in the heart of the Shadowlands called Stygai. It is void of human life and only the darkins are brave enough to venture out there. Strange creatures have taken over the ruins and there are rumors that dragons are still present there too. My master Batur brought me as close as he thought appropriate. I will never forget the shriek that shook the land beneath me. Batur told me it was from a dragon. The Shadow Hills where the darkin call their home are on the outskirts of Asshai and lead to Stygai. In a way we protect unknowing travelers from stumbling upon the Shadowlands.”

Inniros hands the egg back to you, very carefully as if there were still life in it. “Be very careful to who you show this to. Even if it’s just a fossil now, it’s still worth a fortune. Especially one as beautiful as this one.”

You purse your lips and cradle the egg in your arms like an infant. “If dragons are still alive in the Shadowlands. . .”

As if reading your thoughts, Tyrion continues your musing “Then it may be possible for the egg to still hatch if it’s brought there?”

The darkin shrugs and sits on the edge of his small bed, way too small for his height and long legs. “Who knows how old that egg is. But I wouldn’t say it’s impossible. Many odd things happen in the Shadowlands. From the River Ash that glows green at night to the creatures that lurk in the Valley of Shadows, anything could happen.”

Noticing the expression of unconditional hope on Tyrion’s face, you carefully tell your brother not to get his hopes up. Like Inniros said, this could only be a fossil now. Tyrion wasn’t having any of it though. His life prior had been filled with neglect and abandonment. He had entered the land where anything is possible and tales from his childhood were coming true. Darkins and dragons, creatures that lurked in the dark and all of the adventure that it carried with it. Even if Tyrion begged you, you knew he couldn’t accompany you to Asshai. There were too many uncertainties and you didn’t want to put Tyrion at risk now that he was safe in the temple. It pained you, the thought of leaving him again. But he would be with Jaime and you knew Jaime would do anything to ensure that Tyrion stayed safe.

A gentle rap against Inniros’ door sounded before Vidarr poked his head in. “Sorry to interrupt but the Red Priest who presides over the dungeon would like to know what to do with the Fiery Hand you sent down there.”

Yes, there was still the issue of that Fiery Hand to deal with. You look down at Tyrion. “I’m afraid I must leave you in the watchful eye of someone else.”

“I can’t go with you?”

“The dungeons are no place for a young boy.” You told him and immediately saw the fight that was ready on his lips. Trying your best at a ‘stern big sister stance’, Tyrion bites back whatever words he had on the tip of his tongue for he respected and loved you too much to cause you any type of displeasure. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll leave you off at the training grounds so you can watch the others. Jaime must already be there after this morning. You can always find Jaime there.

Stiffly, Tyrion nods. “Alright. But what about the egg? Inniros just said to be careful who you show it to.”

“The temple is safe. I have no enemies here.”

Even so, you knew you couldn’t walk around all day carrying the egg. Hopeful eyes glance at Inniros who was glaring at Vidarr from his spot on his bed. “Inniros, would you mind terribly keeping an eye on this?”

“An eye is all I have.” He murmurs but holds out his hands so that you could once again place it in his care although he seemed hesitant.

You thank him and take Tyrion by the hand. “Are you too old to hold your sister’s hand?”

“Never!” To reassure you, he gives your hand a little squeeze.

The both of you smile and walk out.

The training grounds were loud as ever with the vibrato of clanging swords and grunting men and women alike. On his typical bench under the shade, Nuahlin sits pleasantly. He watches the army that used to be under his authority which old age had stripped him of. Neither seemed to bother him though as he smiles amicably. Next to him is the tall priestess Siofra with her short curly hair that was uncharacteristically blonde for someone with such dark skin. There was always a priest or priestess with him as he was still highly revered.

Her dimpled smile emerges when she sees you and Tyrion approaching. “Hello nuha kosh!”

You lead Tyrion over to them, guiding him as his attention was on the skilled fighters. In the depths of the ring was Jaime having it out with Weles. As of late they had been consistent sparring partners and you knew that they had a sort of friendship budding quietly.

“Rytsas (Hello) Siofra, Nuahlin. I don’t think either of you have been officially introduced to my brother. This is Tyrion. Tyrion, Nuahlin used to be the commander of the Fiery Hands. It has now been passed down to Weles who you see sparring with Jaime. And this is one of the Red Priestesses, Siofra.”

Tyrion greets them and blushes when Siofra gushes over his two different colored eyes. “How interesting! One is black and the other is green like your sister’s.”

Nuahlin pokes at the small sword that hung off of his hip. “Do you know how to use that, byka azantys (little soldier)?”

“Somewhat.” He looks down momentarily at his stunted legs. “It was hard to learn because I’m a dwarf, but I had an excellent teacher who taught me the basics.”

Gently nodding his head, Nuahlin seemed to already know who Tyrion’s teacher was. “The Westerosi knight you traveled with.”

“Ser Barristan Selmy.” Tyrion nodded.

“Yes, Ser Selmy. What a shame he couldn’t stay longer. It would have been wonderful to watch him spar with the Fiery Hand. Watching Jaime when he first started here was quite entertaining. He fought stiff as a log, now look at him.”

You and Tyrion turn your head to watch said brother swipe a leg under Weles, making the captain momentarily slip but flipped back on to his feet. It was a challenge to knock Weles off balance, not many were capable of succeeding. In the flash of an eye, Weles’ curved blade strikes out at Jaime while the sword he held in his other hand jabbed near Jaime’s stomach. The blade only caught a piece of his robes, sending a ribbon of fabric drifting through the breeze. You even heard Tyrion suck in a sharp breath at the close call. Jaime was holding his own though and was equally fluid in his footwork. He had become such a beautiful fighter.

“I am excited to see what the Fiery Hand can do with you.”

“Even if I’m a dwarf?”

His smile was tender. “Yes, byka azantys. In the Fiery Hand, we accept everyone. Former slaves, vagabonds, you name it. As long as you show faith and work hard.”

You catch Siofra’s attention. “Do you mind keeping an eye on him? There is a situation that calls for my presence in the dungeons.”

“Of course nuha kosh. I will take good care of Lord Tyrion.” she smiles happily.

Patting your younger brother on the head, you tell him that you would see him in a little bit and to behave. He nods, partially listening to you but his gaze couldn’t be torn away from watching Jaime.

Silently making your way all the way down to the temple’s jail cells, you were greeted at the gate by a Fiery Hand who bowed at your appearance. You nod to them and offer a small smile before opening the door and going to a cell where you were told the offending warrior was being held. Guilt flickered inside of you that someone who had been so dedicated to R’hllor should be behind bars for simply voicing worry. You knew trusting Inniros may have been viewed as extreme and unwise. He had murdered a handful of Fiery Hands without much thought and so efficiently. The power of the darkin terrified them and made them angry that he had not had justice brought down upon him. Inniros still stood while they were forced to bury their brothers. What would the actual Azor Ahai done with this man?

Even facing him you still didn’t know what to do. You stared into his dark eyes that flickered with the torch’s dancing light. Tattoos showed devotion to the Lord of Light.

In Valyrian you ask what his name is. He lowers his gaze and replies “I am Tejas.”

You repeat his name, practicing it on your tongue. “I must apologize that I had to resort to sending you here-”

“While the darkin walks free above.”

Trying to mask the wince, you felt your heart race. “Yes. Inniros. I know the crime he has committed is unforgivable. Inniros has done many things to obtain riches. But even R’hllor is willing to give grace to someone who repents, is that not correct?”

“You don’t understand the dark side of the world because you are but a girl, even if you are Azor Ahai reborn. You are young and trusting. Too trusting. You might have been able to get away with it back in your land of Westeros where the people are soft. Not here. Men will forsake religion in order to obtain wealth beyond their wildest dreams. The darkin lies.” He spat out the last sentence. “They are lost in their ways and have forgotten who gave them their abilities in the first place. And yet you let one into the temple after he murdered the men in charge of protecting you.”

You were quickly losing your courage. “What’s the proof you have that all of them have lost their way?”

“Speak up." You heard your father’s voice ring in your ears.

“Speak up and look right into my eyes.”

There weren’t many times when you thought back fondly on your father Tywin Lannister. Yet you found yourself drawing on his strength and remembering his harsh words. For at that moment, you needed to be a little bit of your father if you were to get through this without looking weak. And Tywin was anything but weak.

Tejas presses his lips firmly together before answering “You really know nothing because you were born an outsider.”

You envisioned your father glaring down at you behind his massive desk. Pale green eyes made you want to cry. He hated when you showed any sign of cracking. A Lannister didn’t show their fear. Better yet, a Lannister didn’t have fear. Courageous like the lion on their crimson banners.

“Then tell me, Tejas. Educate me for the priests and priestesses don’t seem to be doing a good enough job to your liking.” Attempting to fix your face like Tywin’s had been when admonishing you, you forced yourself to become steely. Finely honed like a blade of Valyrian steel. You wouldn’t show Tejas how nervous you were. At that moment he was a five year old (y/n); cowering before her abrasive father.

He took on your challenge though, not prepared to let a little girl like yourself intimidate him. You weren’t a little girl. That was his mistake for thinking you a fool. You knew the dark, cruel side of the world. Had the wounds to show that you had survived. “When Azor Ahai died, they did not join the rest of R’hllor’s worshippers at the temple. They wanted to be their own agents, live in those haunted hills of Asshai. They left without a word.”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean they lost their way. I understand your doubt, but was it not I alone who stopped him from causing anymore damage? I put an end to his reign of terror. When he saw Lightbringer ablaze, he knew what he had done was an error. Let me ask you, do you doubt that I am Azor Ahai reborn?”

Flushing slightly, he scrambled for useful words. “I-I personally wasn’t there to see Lightbringer’s glory. . . but according to my brothers it happened.”

“That didn’t answer my question. Do you think me a fraud, Tejas?”

You were unnerving him now. “O. . . Of course I believe you are Azor Ahai reborn, nuha kosh.”

“Then trust that I know what I’m doing with the darkin. While they may not have allied themselves with the temple back then, they will now. Azor Ahai is back and they’ll obey the call when I go there. They were created to help Azor Ahai win against the Others. There’s a reason for everything, Tejas, and it might not be clear now. A bigger event is at play and while I mourn the loss of the men that died protecting me, there will be more lives lost in the upcoming battle and we need the darkin to ensure we don’t lose more lives than need be.” Despite your hands trembling at your sides, you kept your voice level as Tywin would have. “I will allow for your release, but don’t you dare question me again.”

Tejas immediately presses his forehead to the ground. “Yes, nuha kosh. Please forgive me.”

You paused a few steps away from the cellar’s door, up on the stairs that led back to the brightness of day. Heart still pounding and a fever on your cheeks, you took a deep breath as the rest of your body trembled. To be that tough had been hard to do. You knew that being like that was necessary in order to prove your authority. You couldn’t have your men thinking you as a sweet, stupid, girl from Westeros.

Still jittery, you carefully make your way back to retrieve your egg from Inniros. The guards greeted you a second time before letting you in. Inniros was stationed by a small window that was held above a table and chair. On his lap lay the beautiful fossil.

“Are you alright?” He questions when handing you the egg.

You nod. “I never thought I would ever say this, but I’m grateful for my father being who he is. He’s a bastard, but his men respect and fear him. I had no idea how much effort it was to be like that.”

“Because that’s not who you originally are.”

“It’s who I have to be though. If I want the Fiery Hands to respect me, I have to act like the Lord of Casterly Rock.”

“You don’t want to be like him. Your sister is like him and she was not the least bit pleasant to be around. I walked into the shadows in front of her just to wipe that conceited look off her face.” Inniros told you.

Only imagining the fright on Cersei’s face made you smile a little. “I bet that felt good.”

The faintest hint of a smile made the corners of his lips twitch upward. “Yes, it did.”

He must not be used to smiling for it was quick to disappear and Inniros turned his attention back to the window.

“By the way, your hair. . .’

His hand goes up to where his mass of scarlet dreadlocks once covered the right side of his face; concealing the eye that he was missing. “The priests shaved it.” That was all Inniros was willing to divulge. You didn’t press any further on the issue but you felt angry that the priests would do that to him. Now he acted even more self-conscious around you. You thought the two of you had made progress during your visits to his cell, now all that progress seemed to be lost. Like the shadows that bent at his will, his hair had acted as a security blanket that he could hide behind. At least it would grow back. Perhaps on your journey to Asshai it could reclaim its former glory. When you got back, you would have to discuss with the priests that Inniros’ hair was off limits unless he wanted to cut it.

“If anything else happens. . . please let me know.”

You catch his nod before you leave Inniros’ room to go fetch Tyrion.

Back on the sea again, it wasn’t the same without his small companion.

Selmy would every so often look down to his side, expecting Tyrion to be there gazing out at the glittering Sunset Sea that would lead him back home to Westeros and to an uncertain situation.

There was no reason to feel melancholy as his job was done and he could return to his post. That’s what he had wanted when he first started out on his journey. Selmy had wanted to get back as soon as possible so as to not procure the wrath of Aerys. Once Tyrion had joined him everything had changed. Barristan started to enjoy the travel, enjoyed in Tyrion and his incredible brain. If the boy had been born in a normal body, he would have gone places- no, he WOULD go places regardless. While his blades skill was nothing to brag about at least Tyrion would be able to go down fighting and not like a helpless lamb. He was safely with his family now, the only family that loved him. And Jaime, Jaime seemed to have changed for good.

Barristan had to restrain himself from glancing over his shoulder, back to where the Red Temple looked out over the ocean. By now it was probably just a speck in the horizon since he had been on the water for some time now. The priests were eager to get him out as soon as possible. Even with (y/n) claiming that he was a trusted friend, they seemed skeptical of his presence. The girl had become a deity to them. At least that was what Barristan surmised. No one had really answered his question on what (y/n) was to them. It was clear that she was incredibly important to everyone in the temple. Serving as her castle, (y/n) seemed to have the last say in many things and they waited on her every word. Ilta had been passionate about serving (y/n) and this Lord of Light.

A while later the horn that warned of an approaching ship was sounded. Whether it was a friendly ship or that of an enemy was still yet to be seen. The sound had roused Selmy from a nap he had tried to force upon himself. On his feet in a flash and sword shaft ready in his palm, he dashed back up to the deck. By that time the ship was closer that Barristan could discern purple sails. The closer it grew, Barristan realized that there was a silver sword and star emblazoned on the purple sails. It was House Dayne’s sigil. He couldn’t believe it yet there it was. Lady Ashara Dayne’s ship that had transported Selmy and Tyrion to Lys. He made sure to inform the captain that it was a friendly ship and to stop.

The ship that belonged to Ashara slowly pulled in next to Selmy’s and a long plank was thrown so that their lady could board.

Still a sight for sore eyes, Barristan’s heart beat faster as he had thought he would never see her again. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail to help relieve her of the stifling heat. Waves splashed against both ships that made the plank wobble a bit but Ashara didn’t seem to mind. With her knee high boots, she took casually calculated steps forward with perfect balance. There was no fear on her face that she would fall over. She wore a revealing gold gown that billowed from the sea breeze. Gold bangles around her wrists could be heard clinking together.

“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost, Ser.” She chuckles once she is assisted onto the deck. With her feet safely planted, she waltzes over to the surprised knight.

“Forgive me, my lady, but what are you doing out here? I thought you had returned to Starfall.”

Her smile was ever dazzling as she laughs again. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. No. . . Where is Vaiko?” Ashara looks around him, perhaps expecting the boy to be hiding. Her eyebrows flicker down when she does not see him.

What he told her wasn’t a particular lie but it did dodge around the truth of Tyrion’s situation. “He has family in Volantis who wished him to stay. He will be better off there as I must return to King’s Landing.”

Ashara nodded with acceptance but she still looked a little sad that Vaiko was no longer there. Much like how Selmy felt. “I’m afraid you won’t be returning to King’s Landing quite yet, Ser Barristan.”

He frowned. “And why is that my lady?”

Long lashes flick up revealing her rich colored eyes. “I need your help. Is there a place we can speak privately?”

The captain allowed the two to use his personal quarters. In there they were secure from prying eyes and ears.

“News has spread from Westeros that the young Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys Targaryen have been abducted from Dragonstone.” She sits on the edge of the captain’s desk, her eyes drilling into Selmy with dark urgency. “I plan to find them and bring them to Prince Rhaegar and my brother Arthur. But I desire your help. While I have my own guards, it could never hurt to have the most renowned knight in all of the Seven Kingdoms by my side.”

It was a lot to take in in such a short amount of time. Selmy’s stomach sank at the thought of someone kidnapping Aerys’ children amidst a war. Friend or foe, it didn’t bode well. “They could be anywhere by now.”

She moves her hair off her shoulder with such flippant ease. “Precisely. I’ve already sent some of my men out to start the search. Any kind of rumor or tip, they will follow. I must do my part too.”

“Why would you want to bring them to Rhaegar?”

“You can’t be serious.” Ashara momentarily chuckles. “I wouldn’t even dream of giving them back to the Mad King. And you’re too good of a man to do that to them. Despite your vows, you know how twisted Aerys is. You know that Viserys and Daenerys would thrive with their brother. Anyway I hear the war has turned against Rhaegar for the meantime. Aerys is implementing his wildfire on the battlefield. Who knows how many lives have been taken from that damn wildfire.”

He heard the worry in her voice for her brother Arthur. Ashara cast her attention down to her boots, brows knit together in the center as she grimaces.

“I pray to whoever is listening that Arthur is safe. There has been no news on who is left in Rhaegar’s army. It scares me, Barristan. Even before you arrived in Starfall I worried about Arthur. He hasn’t written to me since Tumbleton. Now all is quiet and I am not home to receive any missives even if they come. If I can do one thing for him that may help turn the tides, I will do whatever is in my power. While the Targaryen siblings may not seem like much of a bargaining chip, I think just having them with Rhaegar will completely unsettle Aerys enough for him to make a stupid mistake. We just need an opening.” Her tears refuse to fall, instead making her eyes glitter like polished amethyst. “I want to see my brother alive after this is done. That is all I ask for.”

How could he deny Ashara Dayne anything when she was that close to tears yet looking so strong and resilient; a woman ready to take on the world. She was asking more of him than Varys had. Now she was asking him to be a turncloak and work with Rhaegar’s allies. If this plan of her’s succeeded, he would be participating in the undoing of Aerys. Barristan remembered the day he was sworn into the Kingsguard. What a joyous occasion it had been and what honor he felt when King Jaehaerys smiled down on him and placed the pristine white cloak around him. Times had been easier back then.

If Tyrion were there, he would have wanted him to do this. To do the right thing instead of turning a blind eye as his king burned people alive.

He just hoped that what Ashara had planned actually worked.

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