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Sun of my life (Dragon Eijiro x Dragon Reader)

Day 6 of Breedingtober (HAPPY BIRTHDAY EIJIRO)

You finally get married to the love of your life.

Warning: SMUT, SEX, Fire, (fake) religious ceremony, BLOOD, LIKE A LOT OF IT, not during sex though, dragon anatomy (Eijiro doesnt have 2 dicks mostly cause i didn't know how to write that yet, but mention of his wings and tail do appear), VOYEURISM, BREEDING,

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“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” You smiled as you looked up at Tamami as she carefully put the last ring around your horns.

You reached up and put a hand to her face. “Thank you, sweetheart.” You spoke genuinely before looking back at the mirror in front of you.

Behind you all over the room were draikanas of the Kirishima family, in laws or born into the family, that were helping you with your preparations for tonight. You were decorated in gold and jewels that matched the traditional draconic wedding attire you adorned on your figure. Your skin had been decorated in traditional wedding paint that would leave in three days but was done in the patterns of the family you were now marrying into. It had taken a good few hours yesterday to get it done with how intricate and detailed one had to be with such designs.

Today was a special day. It was one heavily awaited by you and the love of your life. It was your wedding day, a beautiful day meant to join the both of you together and the day you officially joined his family and became part of the royal family that led the dragons in Yuuie.

It was a special day and a closed affair. Dragons didn’t really like people from outside coming in when celebrating special occasions, royal weddings were one of them. However, there were exceptions, like the barbarians. The barbarians practically worshiped the dragons, believing them as being closer to their god, the Starry Flame, the god of stars and fire.

But you were just happy that today would be the day that you and Eijiro would finally be one. Husband and wife. Mates, with the stars and all of your family and friends as your witnesses. It was a day you dreamed of as a little hatchling and finally it was coming true.

The day you got to marry your biggest fancy and nestmate. You had known each other since you had both hatched and grew up along side one another, as well as other hatchlings. You weren’t anyone special like him, just a draikana that grew up to do her part in the community that was the left over dragons of Yuuie Island. There weren’t as many as you as there were a generation ago, according to your parents, but you were enough.

You were always friends with Eijiro but you never made an attempt at romance. He was the prince, after all. The crown prince, after his two eldest sisters unfortunately died due to humans when he was younger. You watched him. You watched him grow out of his black scales and reach his coming of age where he got the red scales of his mother. You watched as he left the community, to much worry of your community, to travel and represent the dragons in Yuuie with the rowdy barbarian prince that claimed to be his rider. You watched as he came back three years later, stronger, taller, wiser, with scars to tell tales of and just happy to be home.

That’s when you also noticed his eyes on you. You weren’t entirely sure what prompted him to be interested in you. Actually, you still weren’t sure about that to this day. All you knew was suddenly he was asking you to dance whenever the music played and drinks were being passed around. You were suddenly never found in your family den and was staring up at the stars outside the safe network of caves that kept your community safe, with Eijiro right by your side. Suddenly you found yourself staring into beautiful ruby eyes wondering how on earth you managed to fancy such a drake.

Eijiro was as large as his father, or any Kirishima male dragon. He had a loud laugh that would make you smile and the gentlest ruby eyes that made you feel like you were something special. He was constantly helping out in the community and you could find him doing all sorts of things at random. You always found him rather chivalrous with the way he treated others and loved the amount of respect he had for his elders. He was always willing to learn and teach what he has learnt in turn to those younger.

You, however, didn’t expect for him to ask to court you, a gem he had found himself, presented to you in offering. It was a shock to your system, and honestly you thought it was all some big joke. But he wasn’t joking and he was very persistent. Very persistent. He wouldn’t leave you alone about it. You didn’t think yourself worthy of him but he surely disagreed. He found you perfect for him in every way. He never stopped asking, and asking, and asking. It took his mother and father, Yua and Takeo, both to convince you that he indeed wasn’t joking and that they genuinely approved of you and their son, for you to realise how serious he was.

After that, the two of you were nearly inseparable and Eijiro was lovesick. More than just lovesick. He was head over tail in love with you. He followed you like a lost hatchling and honestly, you found it rather flattering. He spent every moment he could, trying to show you how much he appreciated you, from all the courting gifts, showing you just how great of a mate he was. He won every fight at every event he was in, he always brought back a kill for you, he got you gems and gold from his raids. He even brought you flowers (which you didn’t really understand why he would give you dead plants, but apparently it was a human thing so you found it cute).

Now it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. There were certain times you and Eijiro fought, but it was mostly because he would do something stupid, or because of the raids. Dragons were still a hunted species because of the human kingdoms and him going out there with Bakugou Katsuki, the barbarian prince, always had you worried sick. Yes, he was a large dragon and he was still growing in fact, but he wasn’t impenetrable. He wasn’t immortal. It was something you tried convincing him again and again, but your stupid lovable Eijiro, always found himself at any aid that called upon him. He was just honourable like that.

You wanted to hate the aggressive blond that was Bakugou Katsuki for always dragging your drake into such dangerous situations, however, when you had the great and powerful Bakugou Katsuki on his knees before you, head bent down at your sovereignty just for being a dragon… it was hard to hate him. Katsuki was a hardass mean tyrannical fireborne man to everyone but the dragons (minus Eijiro on occasion). His devotion to the dragons and the protection was always appreciated. Especially when he ordered the barbarians, a nomadic species at heart, to move closer to the mountain (volcano in reality) that the dragons reside in, as an extra form of protection.

It was hard to hate him. Not impossible, but harder than you wanted it to be.

But all of your qualms didn’t matter as long as Eijiro came back to you. And he always did. And now, you were both finally going to get bonded to one another, claiming one another in front of everyone as a declaration of love to one another. It was finally the moment you had been dreaming for. And you couldn’t have been happier.

Yua walked up to stand behind you, a smile on her face as she looked at you. Her long red hair cascaded down one shoulder as she looked at you with a proud look on her face. “He’s going to fall to his knees at the sight of you.” She praised putting a kiss to the side of your head. With all the ornaments going on, on top of your head, that was the best way for her to show you affection.

You smiled up at her, turning to face her. “Thank you so much, Yua.”

“Don’t thank me sweetheart,” She shrugged it off as she moved out of the way. She beckoned you to stand up. “Now come on, let me see you.” She said.

You chuckled as you moved to stand up, you looked down at the white stained cloths and rare furs that adorned your body. You found yourself better than you had ever been. You straightened up as you put your hands together. You let out a shaky breath and looked to Yua. She smiled, tears in her eyes as she gave you a firm nod. She motioned for you forward.

Tamami, Narumi and Natsumi all walked behind you, receiving baskets of white pebbles that they would scatter behind you when you walked. The curtain was drawn away in the opening doorway that led to a tunnel. Standing outside ceremoniously dressed was Kirishima Takeo. He turned to look at you but paused at the sight of you.

The large King of Dragons, with horns of obsidian and hair just as dark as that was frozen as he looked at you. His ruby eyes wide as he took you in. The large behemoth of a man, identical in features to your own Eijiro, blinked before a shaky smile went to his face. Tears filled his red eyes as he looked at you. “Oh pumpkin…” He let out softly, moving towards you. He looked you over another time sniffing. Then suddenly you saw his jaw vibrate as he held back a sob. He turned to look away from you, putting a hand to the stone wall as he tried to hold it in.

You felt tears in your own eyes as you neared him. “Takeo…”

He shook his head as he looked up to the ceiling. “I promised Yua I wouldn’t cry.” He said. He glanced at you before crumbling. He pulled you into a tight hug, holding you up against him in his warm embrace. His large soft muscles cradled you against him, almost as if you were his own blood and he was trying to keep you safe. “Pumpkin, you’re so beautiful!” He cried out as he held you to his thick pecs, not bothered by the weight of you, your clothes or jewellery. “You look like a fluffy white cloud. You’re so gorgeous, oh my stars!”

“Takeo.” Yua walked over to her husband in amusement as hot tears ran down his face. She took out a handkerchief bringing it to wipe at his face. “Be careful, we just got her dressed.” She chastised her large husband.

Takeo nodded as he carefully sat you down, moving to wipe his eyes with the handkerchief Yua gave him. He sniffed. “Okay, okay. I’ll be careful.” He took a moment to take a deep breath. He blew his nose, lighting the handkerchief on fire. Your eyes widened at the sudden appearance of flames. He handed the handkerchief back to Yua. “Thank you, dear.” He nodded sincerely. Yua gave him a blunt look with her handkerchief now on fire.

Takeo then turned to you, offering his arm. You smiled up at him and took it. You put your hand to his arm and took a place beside him. He motioned forward. The two of you walked ahead, moving through the torch lit corridors that made up the deep network of tunnels and caves of the dragon community. You reached the common hall, a large cavern that was large and spacious. This was the place you ate with the community, where announcements were made and where you ran around bare naked with nothing but your scales as a small hatchling. The both of you continued onwards, moving with Eijiro’s younger sisters behind you as your pebble girls. Takeo finally led you to what was decorated in wreaths and silks from the barbarians. Everything beautiful and laid out just for you.

Everyone was already standing and waiting for you, and suddenly it felt like all eyes were on you. All eyes except Eijiro, who stood at the very end of the made isle, with his wings flexing every so often showing how nervous he was. You couldn’t help but let out soft giggles as you moved down the middle with Takeo at your side.

You smiled at everyone who looked at you, their happy faces reminding you how lucky you were to be in this situation right now, with everyone who loves you and cares for you all around you. It almost made you want to cry. But you had to hold back the tears. Today was a happy day.

Once you reached the front, you looked over to Takeo, who smiled down at you proudly, crows feet by his eyes so prominent. The older drake was like a father figure to you and he loved you as though he was your sire. Often you wondered if your Eijiro would grow up to look just as his father and every day they looked the same, despite Takeo’s soft grey streaks in dark inky black thick hair that cascaded down his back. He cupped your face in large warm hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. You squeezed his hands in gratitude for all he had done for you so far.

You turned to the front, where Elder Park stood with Eijiro. Eijiro’s tail was swishing left and right making you giggle. You moved to stand next to him. “Hi.” You spoke softly. You hadn’t seen him all day, the wedding happening at sunset with all the celebrations going far into the night.

Eijiro finally was allowed to look at you, dragon tradition stating that the drake wasn’t allowed to gaze upon you until spoken to. “Hey, I-” All words left him as he looked at you. Eijiro’s red eyes widened in shock as he stared down at you in surprise. You watched him as he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back tears as he turned away from you as he covered his face.

You chuckled at the action along with others. You felt your own tears spring to your eyes. “Eijiro, you can’t turn away yet. We haven’t even gotten married.” You reasoned.

Eijiro sniffed as he tried rubbing the tears away, straightening up again. “I’m sorry.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” He finally looked at you again, pupils big as he stared down at you like you were the sky and stars themselves. Love was so evident in his eyes it almost made you melt. He leaned forward and put his nose against yours with a loving rumble. “You’re so beautiful, my setting horizon.” He let out softly in a whisper, tears in his eyes.

Looking up at him now, you realised fully how handsome he was. His hair was done in ceremonial braids all for the occasion, golden rings decorated his obsidian horns as his bare skin that was not covered in scales had the tribal patterns of his family decorated on in white on thick hard-earned muscle. Your drake looked so handsome, and so perfectly and wonderfully yours.

Elder Park cleared his throat calling for attention. He looked at you and then at Eijiro. His face fell in annoyance as he rolled his eyes. “Great another Kirishima.” That brought a slight blush to Eijiro’s face as Elder Park started.

To be honest, you barely focused on the wedding when you had Eijiro staring at you as if you were gold itself. His eyes on you and only you. You were both too busy giggling every now and then, that Elder Park was growing more annoyed by your giggles.

Carefully the both of you moved closer together, Eijiro held you in his arms as he stared down at you. You knew the ceremony procedures and knew that now was time for you both to do as required. You bared your neck, exposing it to Eijiro.

Eijiro rubbed his thumb over the exposed skin that you showed him. Carefully he put a kiss to your neck, it was warm like everything about him, gentle and almost loving. A sort of apology, before he sunk his teeth into your neck. Sharp canines piercing your skin, tearing through flesh and muscle. You bit back a hiss, although painful there was a warm feeling that pulsated around the wound almost comfortingly.

He moved his mouth off of your neck. You carefully moved your fingers to the wound on your neck, covering your fingers in your own blood. Once you made sure that they were thoroughly dipped in deep dark crimson red blood you looked up at Eijiro with a happy smile. “I take you to be my drake, my rock and my foundation,” You moved your fingers to Eijiro’s face. His eyes closed as you carefully drew against his skin. “The other half of my heart’s flame and the one I return to. You, Kirishima Eijiro,” You drew two straight lines down the centre of his face, over his nose and lips till the very tip of his chin. He opened his eyes and smiled at you, making you pause as you took him in. You felt choked up a bit. You gave him a shaky tearful smile. “You are mine as I am yours. Till the world burns once more. My rising horizon and sun of my life.”

Eijiro let out a happy rumble making you giggle. Carefully, he bared his neck to you as well, exposing his neck for you to bite. You reached up, carefully kissing his skin, before trying to find a good place. It had to be perfect. Your bite wouldn’t be as big as Eijiro but you just needed to try harder in claiming. You moved your mouth over to the space between his neck and shoulder and bit down hard, the taste of his skin on your tongue as you broke skin. You tasted the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. You bit harder trying to make sure he bite would be deep enough. You let go of him. You looked down at the bite mark, proud of what you had done making Eijiro laugh lightly.

“I take you to be my draikana, my reason and determination,” He carefully dipped his fingers in his own blood, moving his thumbs over to the top of your hairline. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his warm thumbs on your face, trying to fight back tears at the overwhelming feeling in your chest. “The other half of my heart’s flame and the one I fight for. You, L/N Y/N,” Once you felt his fingers reach the bottom of your face, you opened your eyes to look at him. A lovestruck expression, his pupils big in adoration and hypnotised by your presence. “You are mine as I am yours. My future Queen as I am your future King. Till the world burns once more. My setting horizon and sun of my life.” He looked so undeniably soft and smitten with you and you couldn’t help but look up at him the same. His hands still cupped your face and you reached up and did the same.

He was yours. No one else’s, just yours.

You wanted him in mind body and soul.

A loving hot rumble came out of his chest, a dragon like purr, as his chest glowed red hot with the fire of his heart. You returned it with your foreheads pressed together, your own chest glowing with the fire inside you. A warm space only for the both of you as you stood together in each other’s arms.

“In fire and blood are they joined together, forever moving in that cycle as two halves that make a whole, that click together. With holy fire as their witness and in front of the eyes of all their family and loved ones, a drake and draikana become mates.”

You felt tears burn in your eyes with a soft giggle bubbling out of your chest. Eijiro couldn’t help but match your expression, too much emotions brimming in his chest as tears brimmed at his ruby eyes as he looked down at you. He swiped his thumb over your cheek. Not wasting a second longer, Eijiro kissed you. You kissed him back, the taste of blood and smoke on his lips only edging you for more as you held each other safely in each other’s arms.

Everyone was in great celebration as food was passed around in baskets and drinks were raised in cheers. Gifts of all sorts were brought forward to the new married couple as well as presented from the groom’s family to yours as gratitude for raising you and for giving you over to them. The celebrations had been moved to the main vent of the volcano, that was covered in igneous rock and a layer of soul and vegetation that almost made it hard to believe that this was indeed a volcano. The warm soil was a bit of an indicator, but dragons preferred their habitats hot anyways.

From the ceremony, immediately was food and there was almost too much to go around. Cows slaughtered galore, leaving a sent of beef and blood in the air. Cows were symbolically a sign of fertility and fruition, a symbol of the earth. That and the dragons really liked beef. The cups of sweet fruity wine made specially from the barbarians was in the cups of adults and elders old and newly coming of age scaled dragons as young as fourteen too. It was a joyous occasion, that would probably last the entire night. Music thrummed in the air from strong loud drums and string guitars and flutes. A heavy sound of constant dance and song.

Eijiro sat on a cushioned pillow, surrounded by more pillows and furs, with your place beside him empty. Much was happening but the main spectacle was you in front of everyone dancing like Eijiro had never seen you before. He was hypnotised and no one could blame him. His eyes only on you and the jingle of the bells around your feet that made noise with every step and the sway and shake of your hips that carried the heavy skirt that was made out of thick layers and jewels. Beads adorned your neck and head, a beautiful display as the only other thing that was covered about you was your chest by a cloth.

Katsuki sat next to Eijiro as his best man, the barbarian watched as you danced in the middle, the musicians playing an upbeat tune with the loud banging of drums and string instruments just for you alone. Your husband sat, hands on his knees, sitting up straight as he watched you with a smirk, a look of pure pride on his face with an upright posture.

The blond prince turned to look to Takeo who had a drink in hand as well as Mina who was talking to Yua. “Oi pink scales.” Katsuki whispered loudly, although there wasn’t much of a need to whisper at all. “This is the bridal dance, right?”

She nodded her head excitedly to tell him. “Yep.” She moved to kneel next to Bakugou’s pillow as she motioned over to you. “It’s one of the main events of weddings. The bride dances using a heavy skirt made by the groom’s family. The skirt is the same weight as an egg of the family. The bride being able to dance with the skirt so freely is a show of how she can carry the weight of the future of the family, and it shows her strength and agility. It also shows her devotion to her new family.” She informed him.

Katsuki’s crimson eyes moved to Eijiro, elevated above him for all to see, who watched you with a heated gaze. Katsuki knew what that look meant, and it was as plain as day what the redheaded dragon thought about your display. “So all that Eijiro has done during courting, the hunting and fighting and all that shit… that was his display of devotion to her?”

Mina nodded. “He proves it in action and she proves it now.”

Takeo let out a hum as he folded his arms over his chest. He looked like a proud father as he looked over at you. “And Y/N’s skirt is the same weight as Yua’s.” He stated confidently, before looking over to his much smaller wife. He put a kiss to her head making her smile up at him. Then he placed another one, and another one, littering her face in kisses making the draikana purr in happiness with giggles. “You were so gorgeous during your Bri’erdaral Drankerr’.” He whispered in a low growl, near her neck making her giggle with a blush.

Katsuki instantly translated the draconic to ‘bridal dance’ in the common tongue. Draconic was a rather confusing language if you couldn’t pick up the letters underneath the undertone of growls and rough speech, as well as the heavy impact that emotions had one the meaning of the sentence or words. Humans couldn’t speak the language often due to how rough it was.

Mina nodded her head before looking to you in awe. The brown skinned dragon with pink scales put her head in her hands with a proud smile. “Yua had a skirt double the weight of a Kirishima egg, around twenty pounds, and Y/N did the same. She practised so hard for this dance. You should have seen all the tape from Sero she had to use while practising. She danced everyday till her feet were raw and her scales were all stiff the following day.”

Katsuki raised his eyebrows looking over at you. You made it seem so seamless. Every step seemed precalculated and yet beautifully by chance and every wave of your arms was graceful and elegant. Like a dragon flying in the sky, you looked just like one. You held one side of your skirt as you moved around with sweeping yet hard planted steps, the jingle of your movements filling the air and matching the song being played.

Eijiro motioned to Katsuki, taking the blond’s attention. He pointed over to you with a proud smile. “That’s my wife.”

Katsuki chuckled. “I can see, buddy.”

Finally, your dance came to a stop instantly prompting cheers and applause. You wiped your forehead of sweat but a happy smile on your face at what you had done. You looked over to your new husband who had the biggest smile on his face as you neared him. You crouched down and carefully moved to the huge puffed out pillow that was set for you. Eijiro moved to put a hand to the side of your face and bring you in for a deep kiss. You chuckled against his lips, finding his need amusing.

You separated from him with a broad stupid smile on your face. You giggled. “Was it to your liking?”

A loud pleased rumble left his chest as he nodded his head, pulling you closer to him. “More than that, you were absolutely perfect, my love.” He praised, grabbing your wrist and bringing to his mouth for a kiss. You giggled at the gesture. A low rumble of draconic praise coming out of his mouth as he kissed your neck.

In the middle you watched as the young hatchlings had a time to have their own little dances in the middle. A display of the future of the community but also a hope for the both of you. Your husband had a broad smile on his face as one of his sisters waved over to him excitedly. He waved back with just was much excitement, motioning for her to follow the steps of the dance and not to get too distracted.

More dancing was in the middle now, a mixture of everyone enjoying their time as you got wine delivered to you to quench your thirst. The night was moving on with not a hint of tiredness from anyone. The moon was high in the sky almost directly above the main vent, a great big glowing circle in the sky despite the torches and fires.

Eijiro motioned to his father, who nodded as he looked to Mina. Quickly, Mina, Yua, Denki and other members of the bridal party made quick discreet work of shooing away all the hatchlings and those who hadn’t got their coming-of-age scales yet.

“Abba, let me go!” Tamami said as she beat against his back as he picked her up effortlessly and shooed her away. “Why can’t I stay! I already have my coming-of-age scales and by dragon law, I can stay!” She protested, conjuring her wings to try and beat away Takeo so he can let go of her. “I’m already fifteen!”

Takeo shook his head. “Next year.” He placed her down near the corridor where all those on hatchling duty were leading the young ones away. Tamami frowned up at her father with furrowed eyebrows and a pout. “I need you to be a good girl and go look after the hatchlings and all the eggs, it won’t be long till the wedding is officially over.”

“This is unfair.” She protested with her arms folded. “I’m old enough to see.” She whined.

“I’m the king, everything I say is fair.” She frowned as she looked away from him stubbornly. Takeo let out a breath but put a kiss to her head, “I promise to give you all the mutton you want tomorrow.”, which seemed to work as she left along with everyone else. Takeo motioned to Pony giving her strict orders to keep an eye on her.

With all of them gone, the wine was still poured, and the festivities grew less fast and more languid. It took a good ten minutes before you noticed that Eijiro had been more than just kissing your neck. He had an ulterior motive that you quickly noticed. You ran a hand through his hair as you turned to look at him. “Eijiro…” your voice was soft as you spoke to him, feeling his hot tongue swipe against the bite mark he gave you earlier making you feel weak.

“It’s midnight.” He let out lowly, a low ache coming between your legs. “And I’ve been aching for you ever since you put on this skirt.” He growled as he put an arm around you, pulling you closer towards him, making you chuckle.

You felt his sharp teeth pierce your skin again, his hot tongue dragging over your sensitive flesh. You bit back a whimper as you turned to look at him. His heated red eyes on you and you alone, pupils big. “I see.” You cupped the side of his face. You nodded your head, answering his silent question.

Getting the go ahead from you, Eijiro kissed you, deeply. His tongue instantly infiltrating your mouth and you couldn’t help but fight back. You could taste the wine on his lips and the smokey undertone of the fire inside him. You wanted him to burn you so that you could burn together in holy fire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to pull you closer, a hand to the side of your face.

Eijiro hummed at the taste of you on his own lips, moving one hand underneath your skirt, a hand feeling your thighs, feeling every scale and exposed skin that only got hotter and hotter the higher up your legs he went. He grabbed at your ass making you groan as you dragged a hand through his hair.

Katsuki sipped on his wine, happily glad for all the free food and fruity wine he could have. However, his blissfully ignorance left as he noticed moaning next to him. He turned his head to the right, looking to the raised stone above the rest just two feet off the ground where you and Eijiro were cushioned and seated. You and Eijiro were deeply intertwined in each other’s arms, Eijiro holding you as if he was afraid someone was going to steal you away from him, your mouths against each other as he shamelessly grabbed at your body. His hands up your skirt as a glimpse of your inner thighs was flashed to Katsuki.

Katsuki spat out his wine as he choked for a second. Takeo cautiously pat his back, in an effort to help the blond. Katsuki beat against his bare chest with his fist, clearing his throat before turning to look back at the both of you. You both clearly didn’t notice the temporarily close to death barbarian on the pillow.

Takeo tilted his head in confusion. “Are you okay, Katsuki?”

Katsuki looked to the giant dragon in surprise before looking to the both of you. He motioned to you and Eijiro. “Is no one else noticing that or have I had too much fucking wine?”

Takeo looked to you and Eijiro before chuckling. “Oh them? They’re just consummating their marriage.” He spoke nonchalantly as Eijiro carefully pushed you down onto the cushions.

Katsuki’s crimson eyes widened in disbelief. “In front of everyone?” He asked in shock.

Takeo nodded with a smile on his face. “Of course. Where else would they do it?” He shrugged as he moved to take another sip of wine. He noticed Katsuki’s still distraught face and heavy blush on his face as he tried to ignore you and the redheaded dragon. Takeo put an arm around the blond. “Don’t worry. It’s a very look forward to event of the wedding celebrations. Not to brag,” Takeo started as he put a hand to his chest. “But at my wedding, you could hear Yua’s screams from the top of the summit.” He claimed with a proud smile.

A swat came to his bicep from his wife. The chief of dragons let out a whine with a pout as he rubbed his arm. Yua pointed at him with a glare, a slight pink to her cheeks. “Now’s not about you.”

Eijiro moved his sharp nails to the cloth that covered your chest. Without much feat, he tore the tight piece of cloth in two, exposing your chest to the nighttime air and watchful eyes. Carefully, his mouth moved from your neck down to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth. You let out a keen as you felt his hot tongue on a sensitive area. You had to hand it to Eijiro that if there was one thing, he always knew how to pleasure you.

You almost didn’t notice the way his fingers prodded and moved up and down your slit. You gripped him tighter, closer to you. You opened your eyes, looking past Eijiro for just a second, at everyone who was watching you. Your community, the people who you loved and cherished, all watching as your drake was about to claim you. You couldn’t help but spread your legs, signalling to Eijiro that you wanted his fingers already inside you.

A thick finger moved to push inside you making you gasp and arch your back temporarily. You sucked in a breath as a small whine left your mouth. Eijiro smirked at the feeling of your sex wrapped around his fingers. A deep chuckle rumbled out of his chest, as he let go of your nipple and smirked at you. “You stretched yourself out before hand?” He asked amusedly.

You shrugged with a smile. “I tried.” You spoke softly. “I don’t know if it did any good.”

“It did much good.” He added another one of his thick fingers inside you. This wouldn’t be the first time you and Eijiro had sex. Dragons were never much like human customs of waiting till marriage. On the contrary, dragons encouraged sex. It was a prolific act that showed the closeness you had to your partner and the bond the two of you shared. It was a display of affection and a show of two being becoming one. It was passionate and beautiful in its own way.

Like right now, with you and Eijiro peeling the clothes off one another. You were both careful of your wings and tails that you had left in your more human forms just for this occasion. Eijiro let your moans fill the air, opting to kiss your neck so that everyone could hear your voice. Your voice that now was his as he was yours. He shifted your skirt up to better stretch you out without the thing in the way.

“Eijiro take the skirt off!” Katsuki whipped his head to look at Takeo who had just blurted that out. “It’s not going to make your job any easier.” The statement brought chuckles all around. Shouts in support of Takeo’s statement and other’s in rebuttal filled the air.

Eijiro’s ruby eyes snapped over to his father with a growl. “I’m keeping it on.” He said insistently, making another round of chuckles fill the air at his tone. He liked you with the skirt. It was a symbol of your commitment to his family, a commitment to him. He couldn’t help but find it arousing.

You knew you didn’t need much stretching right now, mostly because a draikana was built to take a drake much easier than any other species. You whimpered looking up at Eijiro, trying to convince him to stop and just fuck you already.

Eijiro let out a low rumble out of his chest moving to rip off his pants as you moved on the cushions to lay on your stomach on your front, moving your hips up for better access for him.

Eijiro looked down at you, presenting all for him. All on display before him. Eijiro put a clawed hand on your ass allowing him access to see your sex. A growl out of his chest at the sight of you. You lowered yourself down on the pillows wiggling your ass as you lifted your tail up easier. A sort of low shuffle almost like dance to try and seduce the drake into fucking you.

You knew Eijiro was perfect for you. He was big and strong, and just looking at him bare and ready for you, with a large thick ribbed leaking cock, you couldn’t help but know it was true. Carefully Eijiro guided his cock inside you. You gasped as you felt him slide inside you. Nothing could beat a dragons cock. Thick and huge, a low red with ridges on the underside that caused more pleasure to the draikana and allowed the two of them to slot together almost perfectly.

You keened at the feeling of his cock pushed inside you. Eijiro closed his eyes with a groan at the feeling of your sex wrapped around him and massaging his cock. He hummed, a low growl out of the back of his throat, as he slowly opened his eyes to look back down at you. He put his hands on down on your ass as he slowly thrust back and forth. A filthy moan stumbled out of your mouth at the feeling of his cock grinding against the walls of your cunt.

It felt amazing having him inside you, and you couldn’t deny that once you had the feeling of pleasure rushing through your body, you couldn’t get enough of him. The slap of his pelvis against your ass urged you to try and match his thrusts as best as you could, a purr rumbling out of your chest in pure bliss. You buried your face in the pillows, your eyes closed in pleasure as you fucked yourself back on his cock.

Eijiro let out a low growl. His pupils slowly turned to slits as his only focus was on pounding into you. Low grunts and growl were the only thing leaving his mouth as the only instinctual purpose that went through him was breeding you. His pace fastened as he saw fit, grabbing at your head and forcing your face up off the pillows so that everyone could hear your moans. It didn’t help that the sharp thrust that went into you hit that spot inside you that had you trying to close your legs and mewling. Eijiro loved your sounds. Your sounds meant that everybody could hear you, could hear how well he was fucking you, how he was treating you.

The two of you were one. You were together, connected in such an intimate and innate way. Nothing could replace this. The joining of the both of you and the creation of something special.

“Come on, Eijiro!”

“You can go harder than that!”

“Y/N, you lucky girl!”

Cheers and shouts of encouragement reached your ears which only made your sex tighten around Eijiro as you felt heat travel up your neck. You whined in slight embarrassment, but Eijiro made sure that any time you tried to hide your moans, he pulled you up off the pillows.

Katsuki was frozen in his seat. Part of him was wondering what on earth he was doing there and why on earth he was subjected to such torture. Such torture of your whorish moans and Eijiro's grip on you. You were pressed down in front of him, your body was jostling, your breasts jiggling as your ass slapped against his pelvis as he fucked you. Katsuki wanted to look away, he wanted to save himself the boner and sexual frustration of having to endure all of this.

“Katsuki.” The blond nearly jumped out of his skin as Mina appeared behind him with a bowl. The barbarian looked down to the huge bowl that was filled with… blood? Katsuki sat up at the bowl he was being offered. Mina chuckled noticing his confusion. “This is the blood of the community. Everyone puts their blood in and at the end of the consummation its put over the newlywed couple as a form of solidarity to them.” Mina explained.

That's when he noticed the open cut on her thumb that was there. Katsuki wondered how heavy that bowl was, but then he noticed other dragons around the guests carrying other bowls as well, working in the shadows while everyone else seemed to enjoy the spectacle that was you and Eijiro’s erotic display.

Katsuki sat up as he took the knife and cut open his thumb with little hesitation. He put his hand over the bowl allowing blood to drip out of his thumb. He shook his head with a tsk. “Dragons and their obsession with blood.” He let out with a grunt. “You sure have such vivid traditions.”

Mina chuckled as she tilted her head to the side, curly pink hair moving to the side as she did so. Her golden eyes moved down to Katsuki's lap with an amused smirk before giggling. “You sure look like you’re enjoying them though, Katsuki.” She pointed out. Katsuki stiffened with a huff as his ears turned pink, his already flushed face formed a scowl making Mina giggle. Katsuki glared at her making Mina laugh. “Don't worry. Everyone gets riled up by these things, but once the bride and groom are gone, you're gonna love the after party.” She winked.

“And what makes you say that?” He asked not convinced.

She stood up with the bowl in her hands, finished with Katsuki. She winked down at him. “I'll make sure you do.”

You wailed as you came around Eijiro's cock. A shiver went through you as your eyes rolled back and you pushed back against him in eagerness. Eijiro was relentless and the humanity gone out of his eyes as the beast that raged in his heart and mind was in control. His grip on you was hard as he made fast pace in pounding into you, his strokes hitting that part inside you that had you squeezing him like your life depended on it.

Eijiro leaned forward, moving to put his hands to grip the pillows underneath you as he put his chest to your back. He caged you down underneath him, and you could feel the heat radiating off his skin and scales, a comforting feeling of your new husband. Smoke puffed out of his mouth as he tried to keep control of the fire inside him. You looked back at him with a keen, moving to nuzzle your head against his. He pressed down closer to you, his pace now sharp as you felt his heavy balls slap against your cunt. Cum and slick dripped down your thighs as you pressed yourself further down mewling and begging for his release.

Every thrust inside you beat against your cervix, the slightly pointed end of his cock pressing you open so that his seed could go straight inside of you. With a final thrust, a loud growl came out of him as you shivered in ecstasy, as his dick throbbed inside you. A sob escaped you at the pain and yet undeniable pleasure of feeling the head of his cock reach into depths you had never felt before. You felt his hot load of cum spill inside you making you hum in satisfaction. Eijiro let out heavy breaths as he clung to you in earnest.

You felt him nuzzle his head between the space of your neck and your shoulder. A loving rumble coming out of his chest as he held you, sweaty hot skin against your own as he appreciated you and tried his best to comfort you. You were in such a daze that you could barely notice that celebratory cheers around you.

Eijiro moved to sit down, being quick as to sit you on his lap with you on his cock so that none of his seed could find a way out of your fertile womb. You sat in his lap, facing him with your arms wrapped around his neck as you rested your head against his chest. Eijiro held you securely to his chest with one arm, holding you against him with pride brimming out of him.

You were his wife, his draikana, his future Queen and everyone had just seen how well you could take him and how hopefully the seed inside you would become the future heir of dragons. He put kisses to the top of your head, moving his lips to your ear with soft rumbled comforting words out of him. “You did so well, Y/N. Dear Starry flame, you're so beautiful. I'm so proud and grateful of you. My wife… only mine.” He rubbed your back soothingly as you got the pleasure to lay satisfied and satiated on his lap.

“Eijiro.” Your husband looked up at his father who had blushing draikanas behind him. He had his arms folded over his chest with a raised black eyebrow but a smirk on his face. “You really couldn't let go of the skirt?” Eijiro let out a low growl making Takeo laugh. The King of dragons motioned to the draikanas, Mina included, to spill the blood collected in the grooved drains around the two of you on the stone that you were on. Takeo crouched down. “I don't blame you, it looks good on her.” He praised as he put a hand to the side of your face, making your eyes open. You looked to Takeo with a tired smile making him chuckle. “You alright, pumpkin? Hope my son didn't break you.”

You smiled and nodded your head. “I'm alright, thank you. I'm more than perfect.” You moved your head up to kiss Eijiro's chin making him puff up in pride.

Takeo smiled. “Glad to hear it. You took that breeding perfectly. Hopefully you can make us even more proud by keeping all that seed inside you, yah?” He asked with a hand to the side of your face, his large hand caring and sweet as he caressed you, almost overshadowing the implications of his word. Your face burned but you nodded your head. He chuckled as he noticed all the blood filled around the two of you. You watched as light filled Takeo's chest and with a blow, blue hot flames fell onto the blood, running along the perimeter it formed around the two of you, a ring of fire and blood. Takeo stood up clearing his throat. He turned to the guests with a serious expression. He motioned to the two of you. “Your prince and princess!” He announced causing cheers of celebration to erupt.

You looked up at Eijiro as he looked down at you. You reached up and put your noses together, tears in your eyes as you held onto each other. Married and joined as one. Eijiro giggled softly, “Sun of my life.”

You couldn’t help but reciprocate, placing your head against his beating heart. “Sun of my life.”

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The Challenge {1/2}

Aemond Targaryen x fem!bladesmith!reader Summary: Prince Aemond commissions your services but it gets off to a rocky start. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, sassy attitude, masturbation, unprotected sex WC: 5.6k

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The full force of the heat from the forge blasted your face as you grabbed the length of steel with your tongs. The long sword would be mighty when she was complete but it was a long way off from that.

Your arms were aching from the hours spent in the workshop but you ignored the weight of them as you lay the steel on the anvil and hefted a hammer off the tool rack. Every hit was aimed with precision as you folded the steel over adding strength and shaping the blade until the glowing metal dimmed as it cooled.

Sweat dripped down your forehead and you swiped it from your eyes with the back of your sleeve before making your way back to the fire pit and starting the process again. It was repetitive work but you were never bored by the process because every blade was unique and made especially for its owner. Swords like yours could not be found anywhere else in the Seven Kingdoms and that was why buyers travelled from far and wide.

“Boy, where is your master?”

You turned slowly away from the dancing flames that had kept you mesmerised while the blade heated. “Excuse me?” you asked as you tugged at the cloth that was tied across your face to save inhaling smoke all day and protect your hair from being singed.

“Oh,” the man chuffed as his dark brows shot up his forehead, “you are the bladesmith?”

You looked around the workshop that was void of anyone else before looking back at him. “You are a clever one.”

His lips pursed at the sarcastic remark and he stepped forward, his armour clattering with the movement. It was then you noticed the white cloak that was pinned to his shoulders by a dragon broach. “You are a long way from King’s Landing.”

“I was told there was a master bladesmith in this town but there must be a misunderstanding, though I did not see another workshop around,” he trailed off as he looked at a few of the swords hanging on the walls.

You turned back to the flames and rotated the blade to even out the heat dispersation. “No misunderstanding, there is no other bladesmith here.”

The soldier crossed the small room to get a closer look at the swords and made a small sound of surprise at the details and designs of the hilts. “These are remarkable.” He turned back to you and watched as you tightened the hold on the tongs and removed the blade from the fire to rest it on the anvil. “My prince is in need of a new sword, one that is fitting of his title. You will make it and personally deliver it to King’s Landing to present on his name day.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him as you raised the hammer, one well aimed hit would be enough to knock the entitled tone from his mouth but one word would also do. “No.”

The coins in the purse that sat in his hand jangled as his fist tightened around it and you ignored the flare of anger that tinted his cheeks as you beat the steel into shape while it was hot and malleable. “Your prince demands a great sword.”

You paused to look around the room once more, waving the hammer to the empty doorway as you spoke, “I do not see a prince.”

A growl of frustration gurgled in his throat before he turned on his heel and stormed out of the workshop, slamming the old wooden door closed behind him.

“Arrogant prick,” you muttered under your breath as you returned to work.

The sun had set hours ago but the workshop was alight with the forge fire as you made the finishing touches on a curved scimitar for a client who had come from Braavos with the design.

The blade gleamed in the firelight as you ran the whetstone down its edge until you were satisfied it could cut through a skull with a single slice. Along with an engraving of the shield of Braavos, the hilt was gilded with gold and had a small blood-red ruby nestled into the top. It really was a magnificent piece, even if you were a little biassed.

Placing the sword into the velvet lined box that had been built by your trusted carpenter, you closed the latch and placed it on a clean benchtop so it would be ready for the gentleman to pick up on the morrow.

You double checked the windows were locked before stoking the fire one last time to keep it warm overnight and making your way out of the workshop that was littered with projects. Lists of jobs to be done and ore to be bought ran through your head, the endless stream of debt and credit being calculated as you walked. You were so caught up thinking about your business that you missed the body that filled the dark doorway you were stepping out of.

“What in the Seven Hells do you-” your words died out as you looked up from the leather clad chest you had hit and found a smirk on the lips above.

It wasn’t the immaculate tunic, silvery hair or violet eye that gave away the man before you, though they all screamed royalty, it was the long-healed scar and eye patch. Prince Aemond, or Aemond One-Eye behind his back, had come to your workshop.

Beside the prince stood the soldier who had visited only a few days earlier and his attitude did not appear to have lessened in his time away. Recovering from the shock of a prince standing before you, you dipped into a curtsey and stepped back into your workshop.

“Your highness, what brings you here?”

Prince Aemond walked in with a straight spine and puffed chest, taking in the shadows with a keen eye to spy any threat hiding within. He ignored your question and his soldier remained in the doorway, watching his prince see the work of your craft.

“The hour is late and I am tired, why have you come all the way from King’s Landing?”

“My Prince is here for his sword,” the soldier answered.

“I have no sword for the prince.” You placed your hand on the box holding the latest creation as the prince reached for it. “That is not yours.”

Prince Aemond placed his hands behind his back and pursed his lips. “She is rude, isn’t she, Ser Criston, and filthy.”

“I did warn you,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Do not speak of me as if I am not here,” you commented dryly. “Your manners are no better barging in here not once but twice. I suppose you are used to getting your way.”

“I could have your head for disrespecting me,” Prince Aemond warned as his hand came to rest on his hilt.

Your chin lifted higher in defiance as you retorted, “Then you will ensure you never possess a sword of the greatest craftsmanship. That is why you are here, is it not?”

Aemond stepped closer and dipped his head as he towered over you to catch your chin in his hand. “There are plenty of other bladesmiths like you. Ones that do not come with such a mouth.”

Your lips pulled back at the insult and you wretched your head from his tight grip as you snarled, “There is no one like me.”

The smirk playing at his bow shaped lips grew as he dared you, “Prove it.”

“Fine,” you hissed before smacking his hand away that reached for the scimitar’s box again. “I shall make you a fine sword that will be the envy of all who see it. It will be longer than all others and require two hands just to wield it, a fair compensation for what lords who request such swords are often lacking.”

Ser Criston looked away with a pinched face while Prince Aemond chuckled darkly and pulled the protective cloth from your head. “I cannot speak for these other lords, but I assure you Targaryen men do not lack in length.”

You looked him up and down. “I was not talking about your height.”

His lips twitched in amusement and he tossed your cloth back before turning away. “Neither was I.”

The prince stopped beside his soldier and whispered something before he clattered his way over and grabbed your arm tightly. “You’re coming with us.”

You struggled against the hold but it was impossible to break as he dragged you out the door and down the street to the only inn the small village had. “You’re a damn brute!” you hissed as you kicked at his shin only to cry out as your toes slammed into the metal armour.

“Such a temper,” Prince Aemond tutted with a laugh. “Be careful. You’ll hurt yourself and I don’t want any delays in getting my sword.”

Ser Criston pushed you into a booth and stood guard while the prince slipped into the other side, waving a hand towards the waitress who rushed off to the bar. A few heads turned to the prince before blanching and quickly giving their attention back to the stew and ale in front of them. They were afraid.

“How is dragging me here going to help finish your sword any faster?” you asked as a draft of beer was placed in front of you by the waitress.

The prince delicately sniffed his drink before taking a sip and his nose crinkled slightly at the taste of the penny ale. “You look like you could use a hot meal. You will be of no use to me if you fall sick.”

Your eyebrows pinched together and you looked down at your filthy fingernails, soot covering you from head to toe. You looked like a beggar, possibly even worse, but you were far from it. “My staff keeps me fed far better than anything that can be found in this place, thank you very much. And, I know I don’t look it after spending a long day in the workshop but I am very well off so I do not want to see pity in that eye of yours.”

You enjoyed the surprise that flitted across his face as you pushed the disgusting ale away and rose from the table. “If you wish to eat whatever diseased ridden animal they have found in the alley, feel free to stay and take your chances.”

You pushed past the soldier and he let you, instead turning his attention to the prince still sitting at the table stunned. “My prince, I believe she was inviting you to dinner.”

Aemond frowned at his guard. “Then why would she not just say that?”

You heard the metal armour rattle as Ser Criston shrugged and looked back over your shoulder to catch the prince’s confused stare. “I did, you just do not understand woman-speak unlike your counterpart here. Do you not talk to the ladies in your court?”

“I have better ways to spend my time,” he uttered as he followed you out of the inn. “Fetch the horses, Cole.”

“No need, my home is not far,” you interrupted, continuing on your way and letting them decide whether to follow.

You chose the workshop because it was close to the home you had inherited from your father. He had been a merchant, bringing precious metals from his travels until his heavily laden ship had been caught in a storm and been dragged to the bottom of the Narrow Sea. You could hardly remember losing him as a child but you could remember the pretty metals he had brought home. It was what led you to learning the art of metalwork, eventually finding your niche in high quality swords.

The men walked in silence, though you saw Ser Criston constantly keeping track of the surroundings with his hand on the pommel of his sword. Soon enough the stone walls of your property came into view and you reached the gated archway that was always kept locked since there was no ‘lord of the house’ to protect it.

The property would have been long lost to the taxman if your business were not so successful, the wealthy buyers willing to part with large sums of coin to have a sword made by you. It was satisfying to see the shock and surprise on the prince's face when the trees parted and the large home appeared.

The ornate front door swung open as you reached the steps and Gerry curtseyed as she saw the company you kept. “Mistress, I was about to come in search of you.”

“You worry too much.” You pulled the heavy fireproof cloak off your shoulders and passed it over to her to hang in the coat closet. “We have company for dinner and will require two more settings.”

“Of course, mistress. Your bath is already drawn upstairs and I will have Kasia lay out more,” her eyes flicked to the prince, “fitting clothes.”

You laughed at the preposterous idea and shook your head. “This is my home and I am not a doll to be dressed up for anyone’s amusement, least of all the prince’s. I will wear my usual.” You dismissed her with a nod of your head and pointed to the adjoining room where most receptions were held. “You two can wait in there.”

“So bossy,” the prince murmured as he turned away to see the paintings that lined the walls.

Ser Criston took more offence and coldly warned, “Remember who it is you are speaking to.”

“How could I forget,” you teased as you made your way to the stairs and swept into a curtsey to the prince who had followed your movement with his eye. “I am but your obedient servant.”

“You little-”

Aemond caught Ser Criston’s arm as he made to reach for you and shook his head. “Tis a game, Cole, and she is playing you.”

Your bottom lip pouted as he ruined your fun and you realised the prince was smarter than you had given him credit for, assuming he was just another entitled, spoilt lord. Those types of men you could deal with but this one was different and wasn’t afraid to call you out. It was intriguing.

His eye lingered on your pouting lip and from the dark look you wondered if he enjoyed the attitude you gave him or wanted to spank it from you. After a moment you decided you would be happy with either one. He might have been an entitled asshole, but he was a handsome one and you were not immune to his looks.

You spun away and hastily climbed the stairs when you realised you had been staring at him for too long.

You could only breathe again once you were safely shut behind your bedroom door and wished you hadn’t seen the look in his eye. The heat of it still remained on your lips and you traced a finger over them before shaking the thought away.

‘He’s just like every other lord you have worked for,’ you told yourself as you began to strip out of your sooty and sweaty clothes. ‘Actually, he’s worse. He didn’t even have the decency to ask for a sword politely. Coming into my shop and demanding one,’ you scoffed at the conversation in your head, ‘who does he think he is?’

You dropped into the warm water that was nowhere near as hot as you usually had but the late hour had let it cool so you worked quickly to wash your body before it turned tepid. There was a moment when you were towelling yourself dry that you looked at your closest and thought of wearing one of the many dresses your old governess had purchased for you before you came of age, but it soon passed and you grabbed the pair of loose breeches and cotton shirt that was laid out.

The two men were conversing quietly in the reception room after helping themselves to the carafe of wine that was kept there and they both turned as you entered. Ser Criston spluttered on his wine, the red drops splattering down his armour as he coughed and looked away.

The attire was certainly not what they would have been used to seeing from the ladies in the Red Keep but you would always choose comfort over style and that would not change just because there was a prince in your home.

“You act as if you have seen something scandalous, Ser Criston,” you said, impelling him to interact while his ears burned red.

“Those are underclothes,” he said without looking away from the curtains he was transfixed on.

You chuckled and looked at the prince instead. “I would never wear such things in front of his highness. I find them far too cumbersome.”

Ser Criston dropped his goblet entirely and you bit your lip to hide the laughter that was bubbling in your chest as the red wine cascaded across the floor.

“Oh dear, you would think your guard would have a steadier hand.”

Whatever retort was on the prince's lips was forgotten when Gerry entered and announced that dinner was ready. But it wasn’t forgiven as he sent his guard to follow your housemaid and caught your arm in his large hand when you walked by, pressing his body close so he could dip his head to your ear and whisper, “You are playing with fire.”

You tipped your head back to look him in the eye and the movement gave him a clear line of sight down the front of your shirt, proving you were in fact not wearing any underclothes. “I play with fire everyday, my prince, but I have yet to be burned.” You pulled away with a smirk and swore you heard his teeth grind in his clenched jaw. “Dinner will be getting cold.”

“That mouth will be the end of you,” he uttered as he swaggered behind you into the dining room.

The table was laden with all manner of dishes but you could hardly eat as you kept catching Prince Aemond’s eye in the seat opposite. Gerry had likely set the plates that way on purpose, so the prince would be at the head of the table like you.

It was how the table would be formally set if you were to ever take a husband. That was an unlikely event. Despite enjoying the company of men on occasion, you had no interest in sharing your home with one. Men were best set free after you were spent.

The table had just been cleared and a sweet pudding was on its way from the kitchen when rain began to patter softly on the roof. The downpour only grew louder over dessert and you placed your spoons down with a sigh. “Gerry?”

Your housemaid stepped into the room a little too eagerly and sent the prince a small bashful smile and it irked you that his lips curled up slightly in return. “Prepare two rooms. They can hardly walk back in this weather.”

“It’s only a little rain,” the prince said.

“I’ll not have you catch your death on my watch,” you shot back.

He wiped his lips with his napkin to hide the smile growing on his face. “Sounds like you care.”

You scoffed at his arrogance and reassured him, “I care about my money, which I won’t get if you die.”

“My prince,” Ser Criston whispered loudly, “I don’t think this is wise.”

“It appears safer than the inn, and we have determined she would rather me survive our stay - for her money of course.”

You nodded in agreement as you reached the stairs and the soldier barely suppressed the resigned sigh that came from the heavy breath he took. “It’s settled then. I will take your measurements and preferences for the sword on the morrow then you may be on your way back to King’s Landing.”

The bath had been removed, the fire had been stoked and the room was balmy when you bid your guests farewell and stepped inside. The door next to yours closed and you heard the men speaking in the room but couldn’t make out their words before the door opened and closed again and Ser Criston’s armour clattered with him to the room further down the hall.

Satisfied you wouldn’t be disturbed until morning, you tossed your clothes to the floor and climbed atop the blankets knowing it would be too hot to sleep under them until the fire dwindled. Despite being exhausted your mind refused to quiet and let you rest, instead you were hyper-aware of the male specimen on the bed that shared your wall.

It had been too long since you last indulged in a man and now it showed.

Your fingers traced the swell of your breasts before dancing their way down your navel to where you needed to be touched most. You jolted as the pad of your middle finger swept over your clit and found you were already sensitive from the verbal sparring of the evening and a soft moan escaped with your exhale.

Your core ached with the need to be filled and you palmed your breast with one hand, teasing your nipple, as you parted your folds with the other. Fuck, you were wet. The evidence sounded around you as you curled your fingers in search of the delicious spot that would send stars twirling around your vision.

You were completely absorbed in your own pleasure and could no longer bite your lip to keep quiet as you erupted around your fingers, your walls clenching around them as your palm rubbed your clit and sent aftershocks trembling across your body.

A final deep groan filled the room and it took a moment to realise the sound had not come from you. It was purely masculine. And coming from the other side of the wall.

The satisfaction of your release was lost to a new need and you shifted up the bed, pressing your ear to the wall in the hopes of hearing it once again. Holding your breath, you waited.

“Uh,” the prince grunted and there was a thud beside your head, as if he had callously thrown his own back from where he sat among the pillows. “That filthy mouth. This would shut you up.”

You inhaled sharply and stared at the wall as if you could magically see through it.

Was he thinking about you as he touched himself? Was he stroking his cock and imagining your lips wrapped around it?

You sat back against the wall and let your knees fall apart as you hung on every word that spilled from the prince's lips. Your fingers could not fill you as a cock could and did not reach the depth you were chasing and you gave a strangled cry of frustration before slamming a hand over your mouth.

The room fell silent, and so did his.

The air was heavy as you waited to hear any sign he was still there but nothing came and the tightening in your core was lost to time.

Knock. Knock.

They were quiet, almost silent knocks, but there was no denying that someone was at your door.

You tore the blanket from the bed as you rose and wrapped the material around your naked body before opening the door just a crack. Even without candlelight it was impossible to mistake the shadowed man for anyone but the prince with his silvery hair.

He did not wait for an invitation as he pushed the door wider and closed it behind him, a finger pressed to his lips before pointing to the messy bed and whispering, “Trouble sleeping?”

In the firelight you could see the flush on his cheeks and his tunic buttons were not aligned after hastily dressing himself in the dark. You reached a hand out of the folds of the blanket that swamped you and flicked the clasp he hadn’t done up low on his hips. “Thin walls, your highness.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed and you swore you felt the deep reverberations in your core. “Then you shall have to keep quiet.”

Your heart beat rapidly at the thought and the need between your legs throbbed in time to your pulse but, defiant to the end, you lifted your head and challenged him once more. “Make me.”

The fire reflected in his eye and those bow lips curled up at the dare. He would not back down, not when you were so provocative.

His hand moved faster than you could follow and in a heartbeat your blanket was torn away to bare your entire self to him. The hunger in his eye exploded and your body heated as he feasted upon every inch, unblinking. He drank in the sight from your peaked nipples, stiff from your touch, down to the glistening evidence of your release at the junction of your thighs.

His movements flowed like water as he spun you around, one hand splayed across your chest to hold you against him while his other parted your legs. “Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he whispered in your air as he dragged his fingers through your folds, coating them in your slick before gliding over your clit. “I could hear you too.”

Your head fell back onto his shoulder and your hands reached up to tangle in his hair as you rolled your hips. “I don’t want this,” you said with a suppressed moan. “But I need it so just fuck me already.”

“That filthy mouth,” he growled before clamping his hands on your shoulders and shoving you to your knees. The clasps of his tunic were torn open as he circled you and freed his cock, the hard length springing forward. His thumb traced your bottom lip as it parted and your tongue darted across it in anticipation as he said, “Put it to good use.”

You snapped your teeth at him and smirked as he narrowed his eye at you, but he didn’t retreat when you reached for him. His cock was warm and hard in your hand and you stroked the length that he had definitely not exaggerated, teasing him as you swirled your tongue around the swollen tip.

A throaty moan filled the air and you rolled your eyes up to see his jaw slack with the pleasure you were giving him.

It was satisfying to see the calm and collected prince come undone. He was so completely vulnerable at your hand, and the thought set your body on fire as you took him deeper in your mouth.

“Seven hells, you are sin.”

Your fingers danced over the silken skin of his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them until they began to tighten and another guttural sound erupted. It was your turn to hum as you pulled back and tasted the bead of precum that escaped the slit before rising to your feet.

“Come.” You took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him down among the sheets. “It’s my turn.”

He let you get as far as straddling his hips before he twisted and flipped you beneath him, pinning your hands above your head. “You are a very bossy woman.”

“How else am I to get what I want?”

His dark smile grew and you knew you wouldn’t like his answer. “You could always say please.”

You sent him a dangerously sweet smile and blinked innocently at him. “Unless you are going to fuck me, please get out of my room.”

He clamped a hand over your mouth as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance and filled you with a rough thrust that stole the air from your lungs. Your moans were silenced by his hand as he reached the parts of you that your fingers could never truly satisfy and your fingernails found purchase on his tunic as you arched closer to his body.

“You knew what you were doing at dinner,” he growled in your ear as he pulled your leg higher over his hips. “Do you do this with all of your clients?”

His hand slipped away and you gasped in a deep breath, the ability to focus difficult with the pressure building in your core. “Only the attractive ones.”

You couldn’t tell if the honesty angered him or spurred him but he drove in deeper, pistoning his hips with a relentless pace.

Your cries would have woken the entire household if he didn’t cover your mouth again but it didn’t stop him from pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The tightening low in your belly reached breaking point and your eyes rolled back as the force of the orgasm ripped through your body from head to toes.

You were a quivering mess when he pulled out and fisted his cock that glistened with your release, pumping up and down, once, twice, then spilled his seed across your skin. His chest rose and fell quickly and his cock twitched as he drained every last drop with a shaky hand.

Unable to resist another taste, you dragged a finger through the mess he had painted on your skin and tasted his come. It was just as decadent as indulging in a nip of brandy after a meal.

“You have no shame,” he chuckled as he tucked his cock back in his trousers and began to clasp his tunic back together.

“I like what I like, I don’t see the point in pretending otherwise.” You climbed off the bed onto weak legs and grabbed the corner post to stabilise yourself. The look of pure masculine pride filled his face as he saw your stumble and he swiped your blanket from where it had been discarded on the floor. You took it from his hand and noticed the temperature in the room had dropped since the dalliance began, draping it over your shoulders but leaving the middle open so he could enjoy the sight a moment longer. “Goodnight, your highness.”

He opened the door and grinned as he combed his mussed hair back from his face. “Twas.”

The door shut silently and you fell back onto your bed with a satisfied sigh and the smile on your lips remained until long after you fell asleep.

The prince was quite the actor when you met him in the dining room to break your fast. Given the fresh face and lack of reaction to your entrance you almost believed you had conjured last night's events in a dream.

Almost.

The ache between your legs could not be imagined, nor could the evidence of your union that you had washed off your skin.

“Good morning,” you greeted the men as you took your seat and looked over the prince. “I trust you slept well.”

He spared a cube of melon with his fork and inspected the fruit. “The bedding was adequate.”

“Your hospitality is appreciated,” Ser Criston said after giving his prince a questioning look that was ignored. At least he appeared to have woken with better manners. He didn’t even choke or comment on the fact that you wore a silk robe imported from Lys, and nothing else.

You inclined your head at the compliment before turning your attention back to the prince. “Do you have an inclination to any particular sword type?”

“A long sword, straight blade.” He placed the fruit back on the table without eating it, as if he had lost his appetite. “Light-weight, so it can be wielded with one hand should I need it. And, a dragon’s head carved into the pommel.”

You committed the details to memory, already imagining the finished piece, and rose from the table to get a measuring tape from the table in the study. You gestured for the prince to rise from his seat and dropped to your knees.

You were acutely aware of last night's memory in the same position and from the deep swallow the prince took you knew he was seeing the same scene too. The tape unravelled from your fingers and you measured the distance from heel to hip to know the maximum length the blade could be.

“Your sword will be ready to be picked up in three weeks,” you said as you rolled the tape up again.

“No,” Prince Aemond interrupted, “you will bring it to the Red Keep and present it yourself at the tourney for my name day. What better way to win than with such a fine sword at my hip.”

You quirked an eyebrow at the information. “You, competing in a tourney? That is something I would pay to see.”

“Prince Aemond is one of the greatest fighters in the Seven Kingdoms,” Ser Criston stated boldly as he rose to his feet in anger. “His swordsmanship skills are unrivalled.”

“With what experience - fighting soldiers that are fed by the coin of the king?” you challenged. “Unless he is to enter the tourney anonymously he has already won by default. No one would dare strike the prince for fear of their own death.”

Ser Criston opened his mouth to argue but the prince beat him to it. “You are right. It would not be a fair fight.” Prince Aemond pursed his lips as he paced the dining room. “Cole, I shall enter the tourney under your name. And you,” he faced you with an arrogance only a prince could muster, “will present me with the sword when I win.”

He held his hand out to seal the deal and you paused, your palm almost touching his. “And if you lose?”

His smirk grew as he looked to his guard and laughed, “I never lose.”

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ! ᴛᴀᴠ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader is described to have white hair and lilac eyes, medieval misogany and themes, biting scene, slight angst but fluff towards the end.

A/N: I miss writing about my Targaryen! reader, I almost didn't have anything to wite for this, but I tried, hope ya'll like it. I might make a part two to this. Any feedback in appreciated.

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You had run away from King's Landing, you hated the Royalty life and you knew that if you remained there, things would get worse. So you left, as much as you wanted to take Bloodfyre, you didn't. You didn't want for something to happen to him, so you left him behind. You had gone wherever the boat you boarded has taken you. That happened a year ago, but now things seemed to be fine, for now.

Except, you had a tadpole in your head, that was making you have dark urges and you had to find the Emperor and stop these Tadpoles from doing anymore harm. You manage to find yourself a group of people, who joined you on your quest to find this Mindflayer, soon after came Astarion. Your first impression was a bit off, he literally had a knife to your throat and threatened to kill you but he didn't. That was a strange encounter, now he too was a part of the party.

He was a very interesting person. He is very charming and charismatic as well as cheeky. He just knew his way around words. Astarion had began to show an interest in you. It felt a bit weird, but you didn't think much of it. Back home everyone wanted to be with a Targaryen, due to you having different features than most and because you can tame dragons. Back home, a lot of suiters wanted to marry you, one because you were a princess and two because you'd give them heirs with Targaryen features, that's another reason why you hated being royalty. It was no secret that despite being a princess and all, you'd be seen as an object of power and you'd have no say to anything. You job was to stay quiet, obey your husband and squeeze out heirs, well, that was no longer in your mind.

But Astarion was a whole new different story, he actually showed some genuine interest in you. He didn't try to kiss your ass to gain your trust, he was actually trying on getting to know you. That was something new. It felt a bit flattering, knowing that someone was genuinely into you despite who you were and what your name was. But he would make comments, asking why you'd have a three headed dragon on your cape and why you had gold, plus ruby earrings with a matching necklace, which were a target of getting them stolen, which you'd brush off and ignore the question.

That night you were squirming in your sleep, all you could see if fire and hearing the roars of your dragon. As if he was trying to call out to you. Then you opened your eyes, to see Astarion about to bite you. He opened his eyes and backed up. "Shit." He said, you quickly got up and faced him. "No no, It's not what it looks like, I swear." He said, almost frightened. "I... I wasn't going to hurt you." He said, breathing heavily. "I Just needed... well, blood." He finally spit it out, still nervously.

As you looked closely, you saw how his pupils were wide, in need and his fangs on display. Then you grabbed a stick near by. "What are you.." he stopped as he watched you snap it and half and pointed the now broken part of the stick at him. "Oh no! There's no need for that!" He scolded you as he smacked the stick out of your hand. "How long has it been since you killed someone? Days? Hours?" you accused him, a bit upset by him trying to bite you earlier. "I've never killed anyone!" he said, getting defensive. "Well.. not for food." He admitted. "I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds. Whatever I could get, it's not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so... weak." He explained, seeming guilty in a way.

"If I just had a little blood. I could think cleanlier. Fight better. Please?" He asked. You then took this the wrong way. "Oh... so you want me for my Valyrian blood is it?" you asked him, getting a bit offended by this. "What?" he asked confused. "So that was your plan? Make me trust you and fall at your feet so that you can have a taste of my blood!? Is that it!?" You asked him, getting mad. "What on earth are you talking about?" He asked, now even more confused by your sudden accusations. "Don't play dumb! You only want to drink my Valyrian blood! You want to get a taste of a Targaryen don't you!? Is that it!?" You asked, not getting agressive.

"Targaryen? What on earth is a Targaryen!?" He asked, then you felt like your face fell. "You don't know who I am? I'm a Targaryen princess, or at least was." You explained. "Whoa, darling I didn't know who they are and what you are talking about." He explained, now you felt a bit embarrassed. He had no idea who you were and you had basically blurted out your secret to him. "I did catch that you were a princess?" He asked, with a cheeky grin. You then sigh. "You know what, I'll let you drink you drink my blood and I'll explained everything to you afterwards, deal?" You asked him. All Astarion did was nod with a smile on his face.

After allowing Astarion to drink your blood. You were sitting on your bedroll which was next to his. "So, please explained to me, why you nearly went hysterical on me dear." He asked. "And I apologies for that." You added, then you sighed, rubbing your hand onto the area where he bit you. "Well, due to the History of Targaryen's having different features and taming dragons, many noble houses want to marry a Targaryen. One for power and two, because we have the ability to tame dragons." You explained to him. "Oh? That explained, and here I thought you were a being from the moon, due to your white hair and lilac eyes." He said with a chuckle. Also making you chuckle.

"But tell me, why did you leave your life of royalty behind? Was being a princess not all as it seemed?" He asked. "Depends on who you asked. I was basically born to be an object, my whole role is to be quiet, obey my husband and squeeze out as many heirs, boys." You added. "It was tiring you know, not being able to make my own choices, I was always told to follow my role and due everything that would please the people. Who probably don't even care about me or anyone in the palace." You told him. All Astarion could do was just listen to you. Hearing your story on why you left behind your life of royalty.

"Not only that, but my mother and grandsir are as bad as anyone that I know. My grandfather basically told my mother to seduce my father right after his wife and son had died instead of letting him properly grief, but law is law. They're not good people, my grandsire wants power, and he'd mostly use his grandchildren to get what he wants." You told him. "Wait, you have other siblings?" He asked. I nodded. "Three brother, a sister and a half sister." You told him, he only hummed in response. "Yeah, a bunch of weirdos if you ask me." You added. It was quiet for a moment, then Astarion spoke. "Well, as strange as it may sound, if that didn't happen, you would've never excited, and I am happy you're here!" he admitted.

You looked at him with shock in your eyes. You never expected him to say something like that. "Oh.. well..." You didn't know how to respond to that. Astarion chuckled, seen the flattered look on your face. "Although, you may not be a princess anymore, you're the princess I'd gladly bow down to." He said, almost cheeky, making you even more flattered.

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Little Lamb - Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Chapter 15)

Aemond Targaryen x You – Chapter 1

Word count: 3673 words

Summary: As a maiden of a noble house, it is your duty to wed well. But how will you manage to, with a curious and possessive Prince in the picture?

WARNINGS: This is the last chapter of this story.

Note: To set the tone, I recommend putting Yes to Heaven by Lana Del Rey on loop.

Chapter 15: Absolution

It was only after the birth of your first child, a lively fair-haired girl named Aerys, that you gathered the courage to ask something from Aemond, something that had been weighing heavy on your mind since the two of you met.

“Aemond, my love.”

Your voice echoes in your shared quarters. You set down a letter sent from your sister, Lauryn, which you just finished reading, and pick up the small figure that you had left by the window. Smiling, you cross over to him, seating yourself on the arm of his chair. Aerys was soundly asleep in her cradle, with her dragon egg, graciously gifted on her birth day by Helaena, as she had promised to you on your wedding day.

As you speak, Aemond looks up from his parchment, tilting his head to face you, returning your smile. Normally you do not disturb him when he is busy with his duties, but you had decided that you could not wait until he was done, and that you must ask him now. You have tried to countless times before, but always cower, failing to ask the questions that have plagued your mind for so many moons now.

In your hands, you played with a small wooden carving of a dragon, one which Aemond had gifted to you in what felt like a lifetime ago.

Before the two of you were betrothed, you had misplaced it, but you recently found it in one of your old pouches and were happy to have recovered it again. Taking hold of one of his hands, you place the wooden figure into his palm, and he chuckles in amusement, before pulling you onto his lap. You are dressed in a thin nightgown and flush at the feeling of his covered groin against you.

“Aegon used to mock me for caring about you, did you know?”

Your brows furrow at his assertion, and you tilt your head, waiting for him to continue. Pulling you in closer, Aemond pressed his lips against your jaw, tender and warm, before continuing.

“… He could not understand why, and when he had realised the extent of my obsession, he told me to either just fuck you or to fuck a whore that looks like you. I could not even fathom doing that, so instead, I spent my free time scouring for things that you might like. I was desperate to have you simply acknowledge me, and I would have emptied the royal treasury to do so.”

Aemond professed in a low tone, and you flushed at his admission. You agreed with Aegon, in that you still could not understand why Aemond had initially been attracted to you, for you considered yourself plain and uninteresting.

“You did not have to.” You softly respond, intertwining your fingers into the palm that held the wood figure, his touch rough and callous. Aemond shook his head, but did not get the opportunity to say anything, as you continued.

“This is my favourite gift from you.”

Bringing your face closer to his, you watch him closely as he examines the figure, tracing its carvings, as well as your fingers.

“You do not like the jewels or dresses that I gift you?” Aemond says, frowning as he put aside the wooden dragon on the desk, opting to play with the ruby necklace hanging on your chest instead, another gift from what felt like a life time ago. You laugh in response, feeling like he misunderstood you.

“Of course not. I love it the most because it makes me think of you. I used to stare at it for hours, memorising every curve and cut. It could not replace you, but it brought me some comfort in your absence.” You admit, helplessly honest, and this softens the one-eye Prince’s expression.

When you finish, Aemond gently takes hold of your hips, holding you firmly in place, while bridging the gap between the two of you. As he does, Aemond presses his warm lips onto yours, and you smile against the kiss, before pulling away and letting out a deep breath.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask nervously, staring down at his chest. You did not know how else to approach the subject and were trying to muster all of your courage.

“Anything.” Aemond says, tenderly grasping your chin, tilting your head up to face him. You are silent for a moment as you stare at him, but force yourself to speak. Gently bringing a hand to his face, you trace the scars around his sapphire, and he shivers under your cool touch. You take another deep breath before speaking.

“Tell me about Lucerys Velaryon.”

As your voice echoes throughout the room, Aemond freezes completely, his stare vacant and empty. You feel your heart ache at the sight of this, but you remain unrelenting. Taking hold of his face with both of your hands, you look at Aemond as you repeat yourself.

“Tell me about Lucerys Velaryon. Please.”

Aemond snaps out of his trance as you ask again, and shakes his head repeatedly, remaining speechless. You wonder whether you are pushing him to far, because after all, this was something the two of you had never spoken about before, not directly at least. But you need to know, and now that you had started asking about it, you could not get yourself to stop.

You needed to know. You needed to know why Aemond had slayed his nephew, a boy who was only four and ten, a boy who was blood of his own. You needed to know Aemond’s side of the story. You loved him and accepted him as he is, but you could not go on another day, not knowing how and why it had happened.

“Anything. You said anything, Aemond.”

The one-eyed Prince’s gaze sharpened at your assertion, feeling hurt by how his words were being thrown back at him by someone he cared for so deeply. Pulling away from you, and lifting you off him, Aemond pushed his chair back and hoisted himself out of his seat, turning his back to you. Your heart races as you watch him, waiting for him to say something. It is deathly silent until he finally does.

“That is not a question.” He says simply.

You think on his response, and decide to continue, despite being afraid. You walk up to him and take hold of his hands, but keep your gaze to the ground. Your voice is meek when you ask again, your throat dry.

“How did Lucerys Velaryon die?”

“I killed him.” Aemond states the obvious, and he wipes away a tear that escapes onto your cheek unknowingly. Kinslaying was after all once of the most egregious sins imaginable, and you cannot help but feel worried for him, because no sin goes unpunished in life, or at least that is what you believe.

“Tell me how.” You continue relentlessly. You initially expect Aemond to get angry with you, or to throw a fit. He does not, and instead remains calm, almost emotionless, as though this was something he had buried so deep within himself that he could not dig out anymore.

“You do not want to know.” He says lowly, still devoid of emotion.

“Tell me as it was. Tell me what had happened, truthfully. It will not change the way I feel. Nothing can.”

“That is not true.” He says, his voice now cracking. For a moment, you want to give up, to forget about it all and pretend that you never started this conversation. You did not want to hurt him, to see any pain in his expression. But you hold your ground and continue.

“It is true. I love you, you know that I do. You are my family, your family is my family, and you are Aerys’s father. I accept you as you are, but I need to know. I cannot go on another day not knowing what happened.”

Sighing in defeat, Aemond wrapped his arms around you and embraced you. You wait for him to begin speak, and it takes some time. Aemond first begins trailing wet kisses across your face, before pulling you closer to the bed, and kissing you softly, before finally speaking.

“I was nine and ten, eager to prove my worth. My brother had become King and I was not even the spare in the war. I had the largest dragon in the world, intellect and skill, and the confidence of all those around me, but that was not enough. I was not enough.” Aemond’s voice cracked, but remained silent, watching him as he continued.

“You know this part already. I was sent to Storm’s End to secure Lord Baratheon’s fealty, and I did as I was told.”

By promising to wed one of his daughters. You knew that well, and you still felt guilty about how everything proceeded after. You had lost most of your family by wedding Prince Aemond, as your House was sworn to serve House Baratheon, and your union was still not accepted by your brother, Tommen, who was Head now that your father had passed. You remained quiet as Aemond continued.

“My nephew, Lucerys, was also sent to Storm’s End, at his mother’s bidding. I did not like my half-sister nor her son, not since the bastard had stolen my eye. An eye for Vaghar was a fair exchange, and I think that I would have let it go, but the night that it happened, no one cared or tried to protect me. No one but my mother.”

As Aemond spoke, his speech began to become disjointed, it was difficult for you to keep up with his story.

“… It all happened so quickly. One moment I was trying to get my nephew to take out his eye – I wanted to gift it to my mother, and for Rhaenyra to understand that she was not heir the Iron Throne.”

As Aemond’s breathing became more rapid, you understood that he was now becoming more frenzied. You tried to calm him down, by wrapping your arms around him, but failed to, as his voice grew louder and his eye began to water. The two of you were stood near your bed, and he proceeded to seat himself on the edge, lowering his head while doing so.

“I was on Vaghar, chasing him, trying to scare him, and I felt like a God. I felt powerful, like I was something, and it was everything to me, because I was so used to feeling like nothing. But very quickly, this feeling was gone. I had killed him, my nephew. Vaghar had gnashed into the boy and his dragon. I did not mean to, and I did not even realise what was happening until it had happened, and I tried to get Vaghar to stop before, but I failed to. I was stupid, and I wrongly believed that we Targaryens controlled dragons. It is untrue.”

Aemond had closed his eye and was crying now. This was the first time you had ever seen him doing so. He tried to conceal his emotion by shielding his face with his hands, which dug roughly against his scalp.

As he did, you got on your knees, and began kissing his damp cheek, wiping away the tears that escaped. You knew that you were hurting him by asking him about this, but you had to know. You had anticipated cruelty from Aemond, to hear that he had murdered his kin in cold blood, but instead, you were met with admission. Instead, you were the cruel one, forcing your husband to relive a difficult memory. You knew that you were being selfish and resolved to apologise for this after.

“And you have never told anyone.” You stated simply. If he had told someone, he would not be perceived as the wayward Prince, known for his cruelty. Aemond shook his head in response.

“No, I could not. If I told anyone that it was an accident, I would still be a kinslayer, but a foolish one at the eyes of everyone. If I admitted my weakness, I would have forfeited not only my life, but that of my family. I could not.” Aemond finished, opening his eye to look at you, his voice quiet and child-like.

In a way, you felt like you always knew, or at least had a suspicion. All believed the one-eyed Prince to be cruel, that he was menacing and heartless, and he had done more so to encourage it, and you believed it at first. But you realised that he was the very opposite. Aemond Targaryen, underneath it all, was particularly sensitive to the feelings of others, more so than many, perceiving of everything around him. Even now, as Aerys began to turn in her cradle and wake, letting out a quiet cry, he wordlessly pulled himself away from you, and lifted your girl, rocking her back to sleep.

You sat in bed as you watched the man you love calm your babe back to sleep. You noticed how he avoided looking at you as he did so, turning his back to you, which only made you feel worse for forcing him to tell you about something so painful.

As Aerys fell back asleep, and Aemond placed her back into her cradle, you silently approached him, and wrapped your arms around him. Reluctantly, Aemond did the same, wrapping his hard arms around you, holding you tightly, as though he intended to never let you go.

Perhaps because the loss incurred during the war was devastating for most, all was relatively peaceful in the Realm, or at least in your little corner in the Realm. Whenever King Aegon sent Aemond off to handle matters with Vaghar, he would be gone for no longer than a few days. In the time he would be gone, you would be so preoccupied with taking care of your children, that his brief absences were not difficult to bear, and he would never fail to make up for lost time when he returned.

You found yourself with child, or rather children, once more following the birth of Aerys. With an easy birth, you had given life to two small boys, Daegor and Aerion Targaryen, who took after their father completely in appearance, except for their eyes, which they got from you.

Older than her brothers, Aerys would ecstatically play with them every day, and proclaimed them to be the best brothers in the world. Though nights were often sleepless with the boys, Aemond would always stay awake, helping you with Daegor and Aerion. The difficulty was that when one babe finally calmed down, the other would begin throwing a fit, causing the other to cry as well, and it became an endless cycle. Unlike you though, Aemond never lost his patience with the boys, and that inspired you to do better as well.

For their first name day, King Aegon declared that there should be a celebration for Daegor and Aerion, and so, you all found yourself in Kingswood on one fine Spring day. Oddly, Aegon had grown to become fond of Aerys, who was spirited and very opinionated, unafraid of being bold in front of her uncle despite his post. So, when one evening, during supper, she had asked the King that they all go hunting, in celebration of Aerion and Daegor’s first name day, the King affirmed that they all would.

Hunting did not interest you, so you found yourself in a grand tent with the Queens and Princess Jaehaera, drinking tea while chatting with them about both everything and nothing. Was the Triarchy alliance between the Free Cities, Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, doomed to fail? Would Aerys’s dragon egg ever hatch, or would she have to claim a dragon just as her father had? Who from the hunting party would return with the best catch? Queen Alicent would jest that it would Aerys, despite her lack of training, meanwhile Helaena wistfully hoped that they come empty-handed. Princess Jaehaera on the other hand, reluctantly opined that it would probably be one of her uncles, given that they were most skilled.

You were very fond of the Princess Jaehaera, and hoped that Aerys would come to be as wonderful as her as she aged. Jaehaera had grown to become an introspective young woman. Unlike her twin, she often concealed her emotions, but made for excellent company, as she always had an interesting and wise perspective on matters. However, her nature was rather solitary, and she remained mostly detached from the ladies Queen Alicent had called to court for her. This was why it brought you lots of joy whenever Prince Daeron and your brother visited, for they were the only people who brought out her spirit, and with them, you could find the Princess laughing and dancing.

Steffon, now stationed as a knight at Old Town, was visiting King’s Landing, with Prince Daeron, the pair now very close friends. Your brother’s visits have become increasingly frequent over the years, and this brought you a lot of joy, as you loved your brother dearly, and he always brought along news about your family. Most recently, the last of your younger sisters, Taliya, had been betrothed to Lord Tully’s eldest son, and Steffon had reassured you that you would definitely be invited to their wedding, as House Tully would never disrespect House Targaryen. His reassurance brought a lot of relief, and you hoped for a raven to carry an invitation to arrive.

Steffon and Prince Daeron, along with the King, Aemond and some white cloaks went hunting with the children (except for your small boys, who slept soundly with you). The Queens, Princess Jaehaera and you were still in the company of some knights, which included Ser Landor, who you trusted with your life.

It was only near sunset that the hunting party returned, and as they approached your tent, from a distance, you saw Aemond and Prince Jaehaerys, a boy grown now, carrying a stag.

“Mother! Mother!” You heard your girl and see a head of pale hair sprinting towards you, dressed in dark hunting attire. Trailing behind her was Prince Maelor, who watched the girl devoutly. Wherever the lively Aerys was found, the stoic Maelor would be quietly trailing behind, ready to defend her against anyone willing do her harm.

You sometimes would jest to Aemond that they might follow Targaryen tradition, but Aemond would swiftly dismiss this, stating that Aerys was still a child, and the two of you had many years before you would even need to speak about betrothing her to anyone at all. You enjoyed riling him up like this and found that it was easy to do when discussing your girl’s future.

“Go ahead, I will be here with Aerion and Daegor.” Alicent asserted, placing her hand onto your forearm. Smiling, you thank her and briskly walk towards the hunting party, meeting your girl midway.

“Mother – You should have seen how many hares uncle Steffon caught!” Aerys ranted excitedly as you embraced her. You did not worry about her being out in the forest, not when she had so many loved ones looking out for her.

“I killed two more than he did! This is just blatant favoritism now, and I deeply resent it, my niece.” Daeron huffed, walking up towards the two of you, as you let Aerys go.

“Oh shut it. You are just jealous that you are not her favourite uncle.” Steffon boasted cheerfully, throwing an arm around Daeron before greeting you. “Sister.”

“Brother.” You nod back, smiling. Daeron was now sulking, his eyes narrow, glaring at Steffon.

“If anyone is my favourite, it is uncle Aegon. He gives me gifts much more than you do.” Aerys retorted back, her arms cross and her smile devious. You shake your head at her callousness, not understanding how you had managed to raise a daughter so haughty.

“Tell me, brother. What is it like to lose?” Aegon speaks loudly, walking slower that the rest. Immediately, Daeron pulls out of Steffon’s grip, and you are about to intercede and tell off Aerys for causing unnecessary conflict, until you feel strong arms wrap around you and lips press against your ear.

“Missed me?” Aemond lowly whispered into your ear needily. You craved his touch whenever he was away, even if for a few hours, but now, you try to escape his grasp, as he was warm and sweaty.

“You reek!” You exclaim, trying to pull out of his embrace, but he only traps you further, laughing as you try to squirm away.

From a distance, you hear more laughs, and you realise that everyone else has walked ahead towards the tent, probably starving for food and wine. You could see your brother, Steffon shakes his head as he walked away, causing you to roll your eyes. Yielding to Aemond, you sigh and twist yourself to face Aemond, who is staring at you affectionately.

The sun was bleeding now, its blushing light spreading everywhere, and it glowed against the stray hairs that hung around Aemond’s face. You reached up to push them away, before gently placing the palm of your hand against his jaw. His skin was still damp with sweat, but you did not mind all that much anymore. The last breath of Spring flowed before you finally broke the silence between the two of you, beaming at him.

“Dance with me.”

Aemond endearingly smiles back at you as he responds. “There is no music.”

“It does not matter. Dance with me.”

You persist, bringing your hands to his, once again attempting to pull out of his grasp. But Aemond does not let you go, and instead brings his hands to your waist, still holding you closely, whilst beginning to sway. You follow his lead, and move along with him, setting your head down on his chest. And the two of you stay like this, swaying together, for a very long time.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Music by Hozier, Lana Del Rey and Tamino inspired this entire plot, and I wanted the story to end with the same blissful feeling that their music invokes. It is nowhere near cannon, but I choose to live in my delusions and pretend that things ended a little more happily for some of my favourite war criminals. Thank you so much for reading, I really appreciate all the kind comments and support I have received along the way.

If you liked Little Lamb, you might like my new story, which you can find on my profile. It is going be much longer, and I am posting new chapters every Wednesday, to help tide us over until the next season of House of the Dragon comes out. Happy Holidays, and Merry Christmas to those that celebrate!

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Ok so for a bit of backstory in this AU ruby manges to save pyrrha and beat cinder by using her silver eyes so she is recognised as a hero by all of vale, taking notice of that the counsil of vale decides tha she is the go-to huntress to deal with the grim.

At the beginning everything was great she a hero and loved by all but as time passed things changed when she came to help it was " thank you for comming you saved us" to "why did you not come before, if you were faster they would be alive" and now" i just lost my new car because of you, i missed a meating because you're useless"

So after 5 years of just being a tool for counsil they decided to send her on a last mission :kill salem or die trying

After all if she win she wil be the greatest hero ever if she died she will be a martyr who fought valiantly aganist the grim the council wins either way.

Ruby rose the unwilling puppet : the child prodigy turned icon has lost much of the childish wonder she once had after being used like a tool by vale council, she has become a no-nonse no mistakes kind of person in missions and in most civillian interaction with the exception of a few individuals

Yang xiao long the blind dragon : during the attack that pushed her sister into the spotlight she fought the leader of the now world wide searched terrorist group the white fang.

During this battle she lost the ability to see after her left eye was sliced rendering it useless and dealing a damage to her right eye that was so severe it would need at least 2 years of healing for it to see again.

Reports from that battle says that she was made into an example for the one who oposed the white fang and the disappearing of her parter yang xiao long was left in a severe depresion that was able to overcome with the help of her sister , father , uncle and [REDACTED] she is battle ready once more but the linhering trauma of thst fight limits her ability

Weiss schnee the gilded queen : the second born and former heir of the schnee minning company now the president of this one, she is now on the middle of a complete overhaul of the company she little to no time to deal with other things that not the company it self.

After being forced to come back to atlas by the now former president of the schnee company weiss spended two years of being a doll to her father concerts, parties ,dance recitals , you name it she was forced to do it this, changed after an encounter with ruby rose and [redacted] and a encounter with [redacted] ended violently into a fight she decided to overtake her father and took posetion of the schnee company

blake belladona the wandering shadow not much is know about her wereabouts apart from the fact that she formed a new organisation called golden fang that is hunting the white fang with many faunus that have been hurt by the white fang

[Redacted] has shown a great deal of distate towards belladona calling her a coward that abandoned her friends and parter to play hunter with the white fang

Sorry thats all i write now i will continue with team jnpr later

RWBY RWND AU: DARKEST TIMELINE

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"Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Ruby nodded before giving a salute. Her heart thundered in her chest as she held upright as best she could. Her previous mission beforehand ended only a few hours ago, and even before that, she didn't have a lot of time to rest.

Ever since the attack on Beacon Academy five years ago, Ruby had been at the Council of Vale's beck and call. Professor Goodwitch, now acting Headmistress of Beacon, did all in her power to protect Ruby during her time of attendance. Unfortunately, this was not to last, as her tasks as a huntress had piled to the sky, and had since yet lower to below the clouds.

Professor Ozpin was dead. Cinder Fall was dead. Pyrrha Nikos was still alive. All of this was thanks to Ruby's silver eyes, as those on the Council explained. Cinder organized the White Fang to attack Beacon, gaining some assistance from Roman Torchwick, whom Ruby saw get swallowed by a Griffon. Ruby fell hundreds of feet before landing near Beacon Tower, where Weiss aided in her ascension to it's peak, where Ruby's eyes destroyed both Cinder and the Grimm nearby that spawned even more Grimm.

"You are to leave immediately." The seated and portly Councilman gruffed. Ruby had doubted the man had ever seen a Grimm before his election. "Your bullhead will depart in no less than an hour."

"Yes, sir." Ruby nodded, turning away for the exit.

This would be her most dangerous mission yet. There was word of strange growths along the northern shores of Sanus. What started as unseeming black foam soon grew into oily patches of Grimm growing across the fields and grasslands to the north of the city. Huntsmen and huntresses were called on to investigate, and found that the sludge was relatively harmless at first.

But as the moss-like entities were burned, spores were unleashed, and while the land beneath was free of Grimm, the soil beneath had withered. Those brave huntresses and huntsmen dispatched had found themselves then weakened by the invasive spores. It was then that the kingdoms understood what this growth was; Grimm. A new species that developed into a microscopic assault on the populace of Remnant, identified by experts as "Carcinogen".

Ruby's mission would begin at the location of the first sighting; the beach north of Vale. The Council prepared everything for her, including a gas mask, filters, and a last will and testament. Ruby was to land on the beach, and track down to find Salem.

And kill her.

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"Do you concur?"

"Yes, General."

Weiss tapped and slid her finger across the computer screen in front of her. Profits and sales have steadily increased since their plummet years ago. It took time, but she was finally seeing the progress she desperately needed.

Her internship at the Schnee Dust Company yielded great results. Her father, although reluctant to welcome her back upon her graduation from Beacon, soon trusted her enough to serve as his second in command. This would prove to be his downfall, as she made swift work of exposing him of his misdeeds and forcing him to step down.

"Atlas Academy should see their shipment as usual." Weiss said, pulling away from her company's shares. "And what is the recent development in our research department?"

"There has been a recent development." General Ironwood replied. "As you read in our messages-"

"I can read, General." Weiss interrupted. "I'm asking about what you saw."

"Very well."

General Ironwood was a reasonable man, if a bit hard-headed. That said, Weiss learned from her time in Beacon that only firm can beat hard. Hard would simply clash and soft would reinforce the opposition, both cases ultimately ending in failure. Thus, iron was best defeated by rubber, as Ruby put it.

Ruby came to her mind again. It had been years since they last spoke, the previous time being at a gala held by her father. Her former leader was working security with a rather mysterious gentleman she had never met, and yet spoke so casually to her. It was at this event when she learned just how much things had changed since graduation. In her heeding of the man's advice, she made her move against her father.

"Please keep in mind this information is confidential at the moment."

"I understand." Weiss opened the attached folder in the message recently sent by him. And yet, as she looked over the images, she found she didn't understand anything at all. "My god..."

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"Is that clear?"

"Yes, High Leader- Er, I mean, Truer Head."

"You are dismissed." Blake said with a sigh. Many of the recent recruits were former White Fang members, and were used to an all too familiar to Blake method of addressing one another. Blake had grown tired of her attempts to correct them, seeing as their failure to assimilate as a key flaw in the Golden Fang's organizational indoctrination.

After her graduation, the White Fang faced a great schism. It resulted in civil war, forcing many of her friends, neighbors, and her family to flee to Mistral. The situation became much worse from there, as their attempt to flee was blood in the water for the Mistrali loan sharks. She remembered sobbing during her conversation when her father explained the situation better in a teleconference.

Since then, and since graduation, her father and Sienna Khan, both former High Leaders of the White Fang, decided to work together once more to create a new faunus rights group in Mistral. The same organization she herself now operates.

Ever since, each mission carried out fulfilled the same purpose. Defeat the White Fang, which was done through their recruitment, assistance to the less fortunate, and if, and only if the situation called for it, violent expulsion of warfare equivalence. Her father didn't like, and neither did she, but she still couldn't disagree with Sienna or the results.

"Greater Leader!" A voice called from behind. She turned, finding her childhood best friend, Ilia, panting. "It's happening again!"

Vague as the reason was, it was enough to make Blake's eyes grow and her heart sink.

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"Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit."

"You're not getting away this time."

Yang limped across the floor as Adam Taurus stalked behind her. His voice felt distant and yet close at the same time. She turned to her right, immediately turning forward again when she saw his red hair, eyes, and sword shimmer in the dark.

"H-Help me." She choked out in a soft sob. "Somebody... please..."

"YANG!" She lurched forward in a scream, thrashing away from her attacker. Light blinded her and she found herself in her room once more. "Yang, are you alright?"

Her dad held a worried look. That's right. She's home. She's safe again.

"I'm... I'm fine, Dad." She sighed. "Just another bad dream."

To say her encounter with Adam was scarier in reality would have been one hell of an understatement. In an attempt to shield Blake, her partner, during the attack on Beacon, Yang lost her left eye. With her semblance activated, she attempted to strike in retaliation. He avoided her attack and shot her in the right side of her face, completely blinding her. Thankfully, some huntsmen responded in time to save her and Blake, though they failed to capture Adam. Blake then left her alone as well.

She was medically discharged from Beacon and spent the next two years in therapy. Her sight came back in her right eye, but her left was permanently scarred. In her blindness, she was completely helpless, and everything terrified her. Especially when she heard metal scraping.

Everyone came to visit, save Blake, who Ruby tried to defend. The excuses were endless from her. Blake's studying for an exam during their semester breaks. Blake's pet raccoon got sick, and oh yeah, she has a pet raccoon now. Blake's dad is having butt transplant surgery, which Yang actually almost believed. It was easier than the truth; Blake abandoned her.

"Is there food?" Yang asked.

"Yeah." Her dad stood up. "I was coming to get you for lunch. But maybe you'd be up for a spar first?"

"Thanks, but... no thanks, Dad." Yang climbed out of bed. "I don't think I'm in the mood."

"Well, you know we're all here for you." He said. "Me, your uncle-"

"Who was passed out on the couch, last I saw."

"Your sister-"

"Who hasn't talked to us in three months because she's a huntress now."

"And-"

"Dad, just... just stop." Yang sighed. "I know that you're trying to cheer me up, but I... I don't know if I can be."

"I know, sweetie." He sighed. "But it's the thought that counts, right? No need to be so sourdough about it."

She smirked. "I'm guessing that pun means lunch is bready."

He grinned. "Yup. Rye? You hungry?"

"If I had a pumpernickel for everytime..."

"I propose a toast..."

"No matter how you slice it..."

"Ugh! Just stop!" The comedy duo turned and found Qrow standing near the doorway, leaning against the wall behind their critic. "Honestly, I thought I heard enough puns the last time I came to visit."

Yang's eyes widened at the old friend of hers. "It's you..."

#rwby #rwnd au #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby au #james ironwood #taiyang xiao long #adam taurus #qrow branwen

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anxiety-elemental-kay · 10 months

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The Red Dragon’s Hoard

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:Multi

Fandoms: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008)

Relationship: Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Characters: Meryl Stryfe, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Milly Thompson

Additional Tags: fairy tale AU, I get to put a dragon in my current hyper fixation this is the literal best, Mashwood Week 2023, Prompt: Fairy Tale

Language: English

Words: 1,839 Summary: The story goes like this: there is a princess, a dragon, and a knight. Everyone knows this story. Note: Another fic for @mashwoodweek 2023, this time based on the day 4 prompt Fairy Tale AU. Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48448891

The story goes like this: there is a princess, a dragon, and a knight.

Everyone knows this story.

—

Princess Meryl let out a frustrated yell as yet another bramble tore at her clothes.

She’d changed into a set of light leather armor she used during weapons training, the most practical clothes she owned. At least she thought they were, but her armor was still decorated with fine fabric trimming, until every little thorn and branch began to tear them all out. Ruined clothing or not, she couldn’t go back, couldn’t give up, because a dragon was terrorizing her kingdom, and no one had been able to stop it.

Everyone knew the stories, even Meryl, sequestered in the royal castle. The sight of it on the horizon was so terrible it sent both humans and animals fleeing before it. When its wings beat it brought down howling winds and vicious rains. Its flaming breath, bright as two suns, scorched everything beneath it.

It had taken months for her to steal enough intelligence and rumors from around the castle, to pinpoint a possible location for the dragon’s lair. No one else had been able to stop the dragon, and she wasn’t going to lay back and do nothing, not ever again.

Meryl grumbled, and looked up at the mountain before her, her guide on her journey. Her thoughts wandered back to her handmaid, who had promised to tell everyone she was sick with something horrifically contagious and deeply embarrassing. The princess needed to be quarantined, and would only allow Milly to visit her, to preserve her pride. Brave Milly Thompson, Meryl hoped she was okay.

An hour and many more torn frills later, she arrived at the mountain’s base, and the mouth of a large cave. Its sole inhabitant was waiting for her there

The dragon towered above her, red scales glittered like rubies in the afternoon sun, and it looked down at her with slitted blue eyes. Bright gold spikes lined its head and down the back of its neck. It was missing its left front leg, the stump scarred. Its hide was pockmarked with broken scales and scar tissue, this was a creature that had survived many deadly battles.

The dragon tilted its head to one side and blinked at her slowly.

The gesture reminded her so much of a cat she could only stare, stunned at the allegedly vicious creature. This couldn’t be the dragon that had been terrorizing the kingdom!

“Hi there?” said the dragon, like a politely confused guest at a party.

“Um…” Meryl boggled. Dragons could talk?

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to slay me,” the dragon said, shuffling its feet. “Swords and spears hurt, you know!”

“Oh!” Meryl snapped back to reality, reminding herself that she was at her destination, the end of her quest. “No, I’m not here to slay you!” She tried to puff herself up, so she looked less like the petite princess and more like someone deserving of respect. “My name is Meryl Stryfe,” she lied with confidence. “And I want to talk to you!”

—

There is a princess, a dragon, and a knight.

They each have a role to play.

—

Nicholas was a knight.

He wasn’t given a choice.

“Sir Wolfwood of Hopeland,” said King Bernardelli from his throne, “My daughter has disappeared, possibly taken by some foul man or beast!”

A long time ago, he’d been plucked from the orphanage because a knight needed a squire, but couldn’t find a willing apprentice. That was enough to make him a knight now, because that’s all it took. You had to be chosen by the right person.

Kneeling before the king, Nicholas responded, “I will find her and bring her home, Your Majesty.”

It didn’t matter if he’d been trained by the knight with the worst reputation, once Wolfwood ended his training and passed all the royal trials, he became a knight of the realm. He became a part of the upper crust, was invited to fancy parties and grand tournaments. Wolfwood was the kingdom’s shield, the king’s sword, forged in flames to be a weapon of war.

“Go now, loyal knight,” the king commanded. “Do whatever it takes to bring Princess Meryl Bernardelli home!”

Nicholas he rose to his feet, and bowed. “By your will.”

He had a job. It kept him fed, and protected the orphanage he was stolen from. He had nothing else. Believed he needed nothing else.

—

There is a princess, a dragon, and a knight.

Everyone knows how this story ends.

—

Their lovely conversation was ruined when a knight appeared at Vash’s den.

“Hey, you!” said the knight, lifting a massive claymore in two hands. “By the authority of King Bernardelli, I have been commanded to…” he trailed off. Though his face was obscured by a black metal helmet, Vash could still see the knight lean forward to examine the spread between him and Meryl. “Are those… pastries?”

“Yeah!” Vash said, with a delighted wag of his spiked tail. “Meryl found a great bakery in a nearby village! Want one?”

The knight only gaped, the point of his sword landing in the soft dirt. Vash took the opportunity to use his long tongue to take another donut from his plate. Meryl had been the one to introduce him to this particular human invention, sweet on his tongue. Humans were so clever!

“I don’t care what the king says,” Meryl said still sitting comfortably on Vash’s collection of mismatched fabrics. She lifted her chin as she addressed the knight, used to others obeying her authority. “You can leave, you will not lay a hand on this dragon.”

“I’m here to rescue Princess Bernardelli from whatever wicked creature captured her!” the knight said, in a tone that was less ‘confident rescuer’ and more ‘walked into the wrong room and has no idea what’s happening’.

“Wait, princess…?” Vash turned to Meryl, who was dressed in nicely made if plain looking leather armor. Sure it had some frills that were torn as she’d gone through the woods, but she looked no different from the average adventurer. “You’re the princess?” Vash said with a startled flutter of his wings.

Princess Meryl groaned, and put her head in her hands. “People act weird if they know I’m a princess, and I wanted to know who you really were!”

“By lying to me?” Vash said, giving her what he hoped she understood to be a playful grin. Humans sometimes had trouble reading his face. Meryl picked up a scone, and tossed it at him. “Hey!” Vash protested as it bounced off his scales. “Don’t waste good treats like that!”

“Don’t ignore me!”

Both turned their attention back to the knight, still standing at the mouth of Vash’s den. Even clad in full armor, his presence was more flustered than menacing. Vash gave a smoky laugh.

Delicately, using the tips of his claws, Vash picked up a plate with chocolate chip cookies, and held it out to the knight. “Would you like one?”

—

There is a princess, a dragon, and a knight.

They don’t care about the rest.

—

“Oh my!” Milly stared in amazement and wonder. “I can’t believe my eyes! I knew you were serious ma’am, but this?”

She had been so worried for her friend, with no word from her months after helping the princess escape the castle. Milly knew her princess was strong and clever, and trusted in her plan to investigate the dragon plaguing the kingdom.

Secretly, Milly had been afraid she’d never see her best friend again. Then, weeks later, a very strange letter arrived.

She followed the directions carefully, until she wound up somewhere she’d never expected to see and live to tell the tale! She’d gone through the forest to the foot a a mountain, and a natural cave dug into its side. It was a dragon’s den, with Meryl waiting for her inside. Nearby, the dragon himself sat like a cat, legs tucked in neatly, with a man in knight’s armor, minus the helmet, tucked in against his side. The knight frowned down at his whittling, it looked like he was carving a bird.

“This is Vash,” Meryl said, indicating the dragon, who gave Milly a wave with a large paw. She waved back, enchanted. “And this is Wolfwood,” Meryl indicated the knight, who didn’t acknowledge her presence.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Vash, and Mr. Wolfwood!” Milly chirped.

“Sir Wolfwood!” he corrected. “I’m still a knight!”

The dragon responded to this assertion with a playful whack with his wing. Wolfwood answered Vash’s vicious attack by sitting his woodworking down to grab the limb and give it a tug. Vash whined, his struggles playful, careful not to genuinely hurt the human who was so much smaller than him. It was the last way Milly had ever expected to see a dragon and a knight fighting.

She took in the sights of the den around her: It was decorated with human knick-knacks, from incomplete paintings to scrap fabrics to broken farm tools, the detritus of humanity collected in curiosity and reverence. What she assumed was new were two spaces near the back that looked as if they’d been recently carved out from the stone. One was sparsely filled, containing only a leather pack and a helmet laying on a pile of blankets, the other filled with metal trinkets and books, her own makeshift bed twice as large as the knight’s was.

“I didn’t think a dragon’s home could be so nice!” Milly said in earnest admiration.

“…Thank you?” said Vash, with a cute draconic frown.

Meryl put a hand on her friend’s arm. “You understand why I can’t go back.”

“I do,” Milly said, taking her friend’s hand. “What should I tell everyone?”

Meryl bit her lip, and Milly ached for her. If Milly told the kingdom their princess was staying with a dragon, the king would raze the whole forest to rescue her from her ‘ensorcellment’. If Milly told the kingdom their princess was dead, the king would raze the whole forest in his search for revenge on the dragon. If she told the kingdom nothing about their princess, the king might raze the whole forest anyway in his desperation to find his daughter.

There were a lot of ways the king might raze the forest searching for Meryl. She didn’t think anyone actually wanted that.

“We’re still figuring things out,” Meryl admitted, squeezing Milly’s hand. “Please, trust me. We need time. There’s still another dragon out there, the one that’s really attacking people.”

Milly looked back at Vash and Wolfwood, who’d made some kind of truce. Wolfwood returned to his whittling, though now he was sitting directly on Vash’s long snout. “That sounds scary, but… I’m happy for you too. He’s very handsome.” Milly shrugged, and added with a grin. “And I guess the knight is okay looking too.”

“Shut up!” Wolfwood snapped without any real heat. Beneath him, Vash giggled.

Dragons could giggle! Milly thought she couldn’t smile any wider.

#trigun #mashwood #kay writes things

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istumpysk · 2 years

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Jaime I (Chapter 8)

Excuse me, where is Alayne?

"Allow me to stand tonight in your stead," Ser Loras offered. "He was not your father." You did not kill him. I did. Tyrion may have loosed the crossbow bolt that slew him, but I loosed Tyrion. "Leave me."

[...]

He never said he meant to kill our father. If he had, I would have stopped him. Then I would be the kinslayer, not him.

Bad news, you'll both slay kin, only in vastly different ways.

Remember when I didn't understand this?

The height of folly was reached when a plump fool came capering out in gold-painted tin with a cloth lion's head, and chased a dwarf around the tables, whacking him over the head with a bladder. Finally King Renly demanded to know why he was beating his brother. "Why, Your Grace, I'm the Kinslayer," the fool said.

"It's Kingslayer, fool of a fool," Renly said, and the hall rang with laughter. - Catelyn II, ACOK

How funny.

Anyway, at least he realizes he's partly responsible for Tywin's murder.

+.+.+

And then he was alone again with his lord father, amongst the candles and the crystals and the sickly sweet smell of death.

Do the Daenerys fans read these books with their eyes closed?

+.+.+

Unless my brother murdered Varys too, and left his corpse to rot beneath the castle. Down there, it might be years before his bones were found.

Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm.

Tyrion hung back a moment. Varys had already betrayed him once. Who knew what game the eunuch was playing? And what better place to murder a man than down in the darkness, in a place that no one knew existed? His body might never be found. - Tyrion XI, ASOS

I don't know if this is about Varys, or the twins.

+.+.+

Jaime had led a dozen guards below, with torches and ropes and lanterns. For hours they had groped through twisting passages, narrow crawl spaces, hidden doors, secret steps, and shafts that plunged down into utter blackness. Seldom had he felt so utterly a cripple. A man takes much for granted when he has two hands. Ladders, for an instance. Even crawling did not come easy; not for nought do they speak of hands and knees. Nor could he hold a torch and climb, as others could.

Jaime's not going to be able to escape the bowels. Got it.

+.+.+

And all for naught. They found only darkness, dust, and rats. And dragons, lurking down below.

+.+.+

He remembered the sullen orange glow of the coals in the iron dragon's mouth. The brazier warmed a chamber at the bottom of a shaft where half a dozen tunnels met. On the floor he'd found a scuffed mosaic of the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen done in tiles of black and red. I know you, Kingslayer, the beast seemed to be saying. I have been here all the time, waiting for you to come to me. And it seemed to Jaime that he knew that voice, the iron tones that had once belonged to Rhaegar, Prince of Dragonstone.

A dragon waiting for Jaime at the bottom of the Red Keep is not helping my confusion regarding the location.

+.+.+

The day had been windy when he said farewell to Rhaegar, in the yard of the Red Keep. The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate. "Your Grace," Jaime had pleaded, "let Darry stay to guard the king this once, or Ser Barristan. Their cloaks are as white as mine."

Prince Rhaegar shook his head. "My royal sire fears your father more than he does our cousin Robert. He wants you close, so Lord Tywin cannot harm him. I dare not take that crutch away from him at such an hour."

Is that another Targaryen talent? Ensuring you're surrounded by people (Lannisters) who will betray you?

+.+.+

Rhaegar had put his hand on Jaime's shoulder. "When this battle's done I mean to call a council. Changes will be made. I meant to do it long ago, but . . . well, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. We shall talk when I return."

Those were the last words Rhaegar Targaryen ever spoke to him.

Then what happened? Hahahahaha.

A council! He means to call a council.

+.+.+

It was queer, but he felt no grief. Where are my tears? Where is my rage? Jaime Lannister had never lacked for rage. "Father," he told the corpse, "it was you who told me that tears were a mark of weakness in a man, so you cannot expect that I should cry for you."

If he's feeling no anger or grief, why is he so insistent on standing vigil for seven days, and seven nights?

Because Jaime Lannister cares a lot about appearance.

+.+.+

Without his beard, Pycelle looked not only old, but feeble. Shaving him was the cruelest thing Tyrion could have done, thought Jaime, who knew what it was to lose a part of yourself, the part that made you who you were.

That right there might be more missing tongue foreshadowing.

I'm still not a believer, but I'll continue to include it.

+.+.+

"Ser Jaime, I have seen terrible things in my time," the old man said. "Wars, battles, murders most foul . . . I was a boy in Oldtown when the grey plague took half the city and three-quarters of the Citadel. Lord Hightower burned every ship in port, closed the gates, and commanded his guards to slay all those who tried to flee, be they men, women, or babes in arms. They killed him when the plague had run its course. On the very day he reopened the port, they dragged him from his horse and slit his throat, and his young son's as well. To this day the ignorant in Oldtown will spit at the sound of his name, but Quenton Hightower did what was needed. Your father was that sort of man as well. A man who did what was needed."

Well, I know one thing, we're not reading this random story for no reason.

A part of me believes Aegon won't engage with King's Landing, instead he'll go to Dorne + the Reach after the stormlands.

Jon Connington and his greyscale being near Oldtown fits with what the show tried to do with Jorah Mormont.

+.+.+

It was my work, not his, Jaime almost told her. Instead he had promised to find what answers he could from the chief undergaoler, a bentback old man named Rennifer Longwaters.

"I see you wonder, what sort of name is that?" the man had cackled when Jaime went to question him. "It is an old name, 'tis true. I am not one to boast, but there is royal blood in my veins. I am descended from a princess. My father told me the tale when I was a tad of a lad." Longwaters had not been a tad of a lad for many a year, to judge from his spotted head and the white hairs growing from his chin. "She was the fairest treasure of the Maidenvault. Lord Oakenfist the great admiral lost his heart to her, though he was married to another. She gave their son the bastard name of 'Waters' in honor of his father, and he grew to be a great knight, as did his own son, who put the 'Long' before the 'Waters' so men might know that he was not basely born himself. So I have a little dragon in me."

The mystery is solved! Daenerys, Rennifer Longwaters, and Brown Ben Plumm are the three heads of the dragon.

I understand this story gets more developed in the side books (and I am unfamiliar with it), but if you only read the above, it would be hard to not see hints of Rhaegar, Lyanna, and Jon Snow.

+.+.+

Mention that royal blood once more and I may spill some of it, thought Jaime. "Who saw these reports?"

"Certain of them went to the master of coin, others to the master of whisperers. All to the chief gaoler and the King's Justice. It has always been so in the dungeons." Longwaters scratched his nose. "Rugen was here when need be, my lord. That must be said. The black cells are little used. Before your lordship's little brother was sent down, we had Grand Maester Pycelle for a time, and before him Lord Stark the traitor. There were three others, common men, but Lord Stark gave them to the Night's Watch. I did not think it good to free those three, but the papers were in proper order. I made note of that in a report as well, you may be certain of it."

The previous master of coin is subtly mentioned, but don't think for one second that will help Jaime.

Ned sent Rorge, Biter, and Jaqen to the Night's Watch. I bet he wishes he could take that one back, hahaha.

+.+.+

"Tell me of the two gaolers who went to sleep."

"Gaolers?" Longwaters sniffed. "Those were no gaolers. They were merely turnkeys. The crown pays wages for twenty turnkeys, my lord, a full score, but during my time we have never had more than twelve. We are supposed to have six undergaolers as well, two on each level, but there are only the three."

[...]

Six prisoners, Jaime thought sourly, while we pay wages for twenty turnkeys, six undergaolers, a chief undergaoler, a gaoler, and a King's Justice.

Is Jaime going to ask himself who's collecting those wages if the positions aren't filled?

No, of course not, every dumb Lannister must have a Littlefinger blind spot. It's a prerequisite.

+.+.+

"I want to question these two turnkeys."

[...]

But, ser, if I may be so bold, I do not think them like to answer. They are dead, my lord."

Jaime frees Tyrion, and four people die for it, including his father. That's what a redemption arc looks like, right?

The three children continue to honour Tywin's legacy by always making everything worse.

+.+.+

Ser Osmund shrugged. "They won't be missed. I'll wager they was part of it, along with the one who's gone missing."

No, Jaime could have told him. Varys dosed their wine to make them sleep.

[...]

"If I had a suspicious nature I might wonder why you were in such haste to make certain these two were never put to the question. Did you need to silence them to conceal your own part in this?"

"Us?" Kettleblack choked on that. "All we done was what the queen commanded. On my word as your Sworn Brother."

The gall to accuse others of being involved. Lol

Never change, Jaime Lannister.

+.+.+

The sun had set for good and all. The stench of death was growing stronger, despite the scented candles. The smell reminded Jaime Lannister of the pass below the Golden Tooth, where he had won a glorious victory in the first days of the war. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?

Everyone sit back and enjoy the thought of birds eating Rhaegar Targaryen.

A crow dining upon a king, eh? Is that Castle Black mutiny foreshadowing or Bloodraven vs. Bran foreshadowing?

+.+.+

There were crows circling the seven towers and great dome of Baelor's Sept even now, Jaime suspected, their black wings beating against the night air as they searched for a way inside. Every crow in the Seven Kingdoms should pay homage to you, Father. From Castamere to the Blackwater, you fed them well.

Are you sure they're not eagles?

+.+.+

A woman stood before him.

It is raining again, he thought when he saw how wet she was. The water was trickling down her cloak to puddle round her feet. How did she get here? I never heard her enter. She was dressed like a tavern wench in a heavy roughspun cloak, badly dyed in mottled browns and fraying at the hem. A hood concealed her face, but he could see the candles dancing in the green pools of her eyes, and when she moved he knew her.

"Cersei." He spoke slowly, like a man waking from a dream, still wondering where he was. "What hour is it?"

"The hour of the wolf." His sister lowered her hood, and made a face. "The drowned wolf, perhaps." She smiled for him, so sweetly.

Look, a hooded drowned wolf is visiting Jaime!

Run, bitch.

+.+.+

"Jaime, Kevan has refused me. He will not serve as Hand, he . . . he knows about us. He said as much."

"Refused?" That surprised him. "How could he know? He will have read what Stannis wrote, but there is no . . ."

HOW COULD HE NOT?

+.+.+

She wants something of me. "Why are you here, at this hour? What would you have of me?" His last word echoed up and down the sept, mememememememememememe, fading to a whisper. For a moment he dared to hope that all she wanted was the comfort of his arms.

[...]

"Be my Hand," she pleaded, "and we'll rule the Seven Kingdoms together, like a king and his queen."

"You were Robert's queen. And yet you won't be mine."

"I would, if I dared. But our son—"

Couldn't help but notice you both want something from the other.

+.+.+

Jaime could smell the fear on her, even through the rank stench of the corpse. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her, to bury his face in her golden curls and promise her that no one would ever hurt her . . . not here, he thought, not here in front of the gods, and Father. "No," he said. "I cannot. Will not."

Yeah, who would ever have sex in a church in front of a dead family member?

+.+.+

Dawn caught Jaime almost unawares. As the glass in the dome began to lighten, suddenly there were rainbows shimmering off the walls and floors and pillars, bathing Lord Tywin's corpse in a haze of many-colored light. The King's Hand was rotting visibly. His face had taken on a greenish tinge, and his eyes were deeply sunken, two black pits. Fissures had opened in his cheeks, and a foul white fluid was seeping through the joints of his splendid gold-and-crimson armor to pool beneath his body.

Aww, Tywin got his rainbow!

+.+.+

Shortly after, a flock of novices came swinging censers, and the air grew so thick with incense that the bier seemed cloaked in smoke. All the rainbows vanished in that perfumed mist, yet the stench persisted, a sweet rotten smell that made Jaime want to gag.

Do the Daenerys fans read these books with their eyes closed?

+.+.+

". . . she's been fucking Lancel and Osmund Kettleblack and Moon Boy for all I know . . ."

Jaime had seen Kettleblack naked in the bathhouse, had seen the black hair on his chest, and the coarser thatch between his legs. He pictured that chest pressed against his sister's, that hair scratching the soft skin of her breasts. She would not do that. The Imp lied. Spun gold and black wire tangled, sweaty. Kettleblack's narrow cheeks clenching each time he thrust. Jaime could hear his sister moan. No. A lie.

Listen, I love when the twins torture each other, but I genuinely feel bad for him on this one.

+.+.+

Red-eyed and pale, Cersei climbed the steps to kneel above their father, drawing Tommen down beside her. The boy recoiled at the sight, but his mother seized his wrist before he could pull away. "Pray," she whispered, and Tommen tried. But he was only eight and Lord Tywin was a horror. One desperate breath of air, then the king began to sob. "Stop that!" Cersei said. Tommen turned his head and doubled over, retching. His crown fell off and rolled across the marble floor. His mother pulled back in disgust, and all at once the king was running for the doors, as fast as his eight-year-old legs could carry him.

Did we need two chapters dedicated to Tywin's funeral? Absolutely not, but I still enjoyed every word.

+.+.+

"I wasn't scared," the boy insisted. "The smell made me sick. Didn't it make you sick? How could you bear it, Uncle, ser?"

[...]

"The world is full of horrors, Tommen. You can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing . . . go away inside."

Tommen considered that. "I . . . I used to go away inside sometimes," he confessed, "when Joffy . . ."

"Joffrey." Cersei stood over them, the wind whipping her skirts around her legs. "Your brother's name was Joffrey. He would never have shamed me so."

You don't want to be reading that so close to the introduction of Aeron Dam-phair's rusted iron hinges.

+.+.+

The queen drew Tommen to her side. Mace Tyrell bowed before them. "His Grace is not unwell, I hope?"

"The king was overwhelmed by grief," said Cersei.

"As are we all. If there is aught that I can do . . ."

High above, a crow screamed loudly. He was perched on the statue of King Baelor, shitting on his holy head. "There is much and more you can do for Tommen, my lord," Jaime said. "Perhaps you would do Her Grace the honor of supping with her, after the evening services?"

[...]

But when Tyrell had taken his leave and Tommen had been sent off with Ser Addam Marbrand, she turned on Jaime angrily. "Are you drunk or dreaming, ser? Pray tell, why am I having supper with that grasping fool and his puerile wife?" A gust of wind stirred her golden hair. "I will not name him Hand, if that's what—"

Is. . . is someone watching? Is. . . is Mace Tyrell full of shit?

+.+.+

"You need Tyrell," Jaime broke in, "but not here. Ask him to capture Storm's End for Tommen. Flatter him, and tell him you need him in the field, to replace Father. Mace fancies himself a mighty warrior. Either he will deliver Storm's End to you, or he will muck it up and look a fool. Either way, you win."

"Storm's End?" Cersei looked thoughtful. "Yes, but . . . Lord Tyrell has made it tediously plain that he will not leave King's Landing till Tommen marries Margaery."

Jaime sighed. "Then let them wed. It will be years before Tommen is old enough to consummate the marriage. And until he does, the union can always be set aside. Give Tyrell his wedding and send him off to play at war."

The union can always be set aside? Hmmm.

I was blown away to find people in this fandom applauding Jaime for this clever suggestion. I thought we all understood everything this family does badly backfires? I guess not.

Mace Tyrell will leave for Storm's End, but he'll bring Mathis Rowan with him, who has just been removed from the small council by Cersei. Mace will then return to King's Landing once Margaery is imprisoned, leaving Rowan and his forces at Storm's End to lay siege. Aegon VI and the Golden Company now approach.

Mathis Rowan.

"Prince Doran comes at my son's invitation," Lord Tywin said calmly, "not only to join in our celebration, but to claim his seat on this council, and the justice Robert denied him for the murder of his sister Elia and her children."

Tyrion watched the faces of the Lords Tyrell, Redwyne, and Rowan, wondering if any of the three would be bold enough to say, "But Lord Tywin, wasn't it you who presented the bodies to Robert, all wrapped up in Lannister cloaks?" None of them did, but it was there on their faces all the same. Redwyne does not give a fig, he thought, but Rowan looks fit to gag. - Tyrion III, ASOS

That Mathis Rowan.

I will not pretend to know what's going to happen in the story (ha, lies), but I will say, I would not want a spurned Mathis Rowan anywhere near King Aegon Targaryen while a Cersei of House Lannister targets Tyrells in King's Landing, and Tommen patiently waits for his death.

Good idea in theory Jaime, but the chess pieces (Friends in the Reach) are not placed where you want them.

+.+.+

A wary smile crept across his sister's face. "Even sieges have their dangers," she murmured. "Why, our Lord of Highgarden might even lose his life in such a venture."

"There is that risk," conceded Jaime. "Especially if his patience runs thin this time, and he elects to storm the gate."

Cersei gave him a lingering look. "You know," she said, "for a moment you sounded quite like Father."

Is that supposed to a compliment?

It's like when someone compares Daenerys to Rhaegar.

Final thoughts:

Do you have any idea how hard it would be to manage a ranking of the dumbest Lannisters?

Poor Kevan.

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#operation stumpy re-read #affc #jaime i

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 9 months

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An Unexpected Journey

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Samantha Arias, Ruby Arias, Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor, Elizabeth Walsh, Lionel Luthor, Original Characters-Ari Arias and Jonas Arias

Summary: Lena is going on a forced vacation with her best friend Sam and her daughter Ruby. However, things don't go exactly as planned when they reached their destination. This story I did is for the AO3 Tag Roulette: July 2023 from Prompt Roulette. The tags that I used from this were the following: Opera singers; sudoku; magnolias; wicked eyes and wicked hearts; fox. I am not sure if I will continue it our not. Let me know in the comments if you want to see more.

Word Count: 9,903

Chapter: 1/?

Prologue

Elizabeth went to stoked the flames in the fire hoping she could learn anything from them. She was irritated because it was taking her a while to invoke a vision. She was used to the grand fire places of the palace versus the fire pit in the run down cabin that her and the remaining royals were hiding in. After poking at the fire for a bit, she started to get a clear image. Her face fell from what she saw. She quickly rushed to the window to confirm the image for herself. Her pulsed raced when she saw a mob approaching in the distance. They had outrun mobs before, but that was when there was about twenty people max. This mob at least had 5,000 people, possibly even more.

“If even a small portion of them have magic reducing weapons like the other mobs…,” thought Elizabeth.

She quickly shook her head. She needed to move quickly. While the mob looked to be a half hour away, they unfortunately sent 100 scouts ahead. They were ten minutes from the cabin, and she wasn’t sure if any of them had something that could penetrate the magical barrier she put around it. She quickly, but quietly woke up her lover Lionel and his wife Lillian, and the Arias: Ari and Jonas. She peaked into the bedroom and saw that her four year old daughter Lena and the Arias’ 8 year old daughter Samantha was still asleep. She quietly closed to the door and went back to the adults.

“Why are you waking us up at this hour?” yawned Lillian.

“We have been found. There is a mob of 5000 on their way to this location as we speak. The scouts that they sent ahead are almost at the cabin.”

“Then we will fight,” said Lionel.

“We should easily beat a mob with two dragons and a sorceress,” said Jonas.

“They don’t stand a chance,” Ari smirked.

As Lionel, Ari, and Jonas started to get up to prepare for battle, Lillian stared at Elizabeth’s solemn expression.

“Everyone wait,” said Lillian

“We don’t have time for this,” said Lionel.

“She isn’t telling us everything. There is something wrong,” said Lillian frowning.

Lionel turned to Elizabeth and ask, “Is that true?”

Elizabeth nodded and said, “We are not going to win this fight.”

“How can you say that?” asked Ari baffled.

“As dragons, you and Jonas are able to smell things from miles away. The same goes for your hearing. The mob and the scouts are all in a 20 mile radius. Did you hear or smell this group coming?”

“No,” said Ari looking worried.

“So, they found us. That doesn’t mean anything,” said Lionel.

“No, Lionel. Something is wrong. If Ari and I didn’t sense anything that means that they are using magic blockers,” said Jonas solemnly.

“Which makes this particular mob lethal. If they have magical blockers, they more than likely have the Avarice potion that has been killing off a lot of magical creatures,” said Elizabeth.

“And if they had anywhere near as many potions as they did in Charlesburg….,” whispered Ari.

The room went silent for a minute until Lillian asked, “What about that option you mentioned a month ago about transporting us all to a new world?”

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ezra-iolite · 1 year

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Just a Ramble of an Idea for Jokani Lore

Hopefully this can be a good idea I can work with in the future, for my story and for the Pirateformers world...

So first... an introduction to a future new character~

... When Asya was still a young prince in Joka Ardhi, before she was crowned at the age of 16 to become one, she had a lifelong friend since her birth who, for a short while, was also her secret lover...

Azaan Sayyid, a human royal guard or a Kifalme Moran.

Azaan and Asya were undyingly loyal to each other and completely inseparable since the moment they met, since they were usually the only children living in the palace. And due to the cruelty she faced each day as a prince hiding her true identity, Azaan was there to support Asya as much as he could before he was sent away to complete his Morani training, shortly before Asya was coronated as crown prince. And during their years studying in the palace to become their future roles, Azaan chose his that was now a long forgotten tradition of the royal family, in order to be able to truly protect his dearest friend...

For long ago, when the children of Alunnui, the very first Dragon Lord, came of age to be coronated, the warriors of the kingdom were split into two branches of security... the common Morani, who serve to protect the public and the kingdom as a whole (basically the police and knights combined), and the Kifalme Morani, who are all stationed in Oasis, both in and around the palace, and protect the royal family at every hour of every day. But under Alunnui's direct order, there was a third branch split from the Kifalme Morani, consisting of usually three to five members only...

The Kivuli... The Shadow of his heirs.

This branch became a carefully planned out process amongst the most loyal members of the Kifalme Morani, where during the process of an heir's carefully planned out conception, to ensure only the most adequate of Alunnui's bloodline would inherit the crown, a child of a Moran would also be conceived around the same time as the royal child, raised alongside the children of the crown from birth to become their closest ally... their literal Shadow. At first, it was strictly done amongst Opal Dragonkin to ensure the Ruby Throne's heir had a Shadow who could live as long as they could throughout their entire reign and lifespan, while also ensuring every child of royal blood would always have protection and someone they could truly trust, no matter the drama of the court.

But as the eras of each Dragon Monarch came and went, so too did the traditions of the Shadow, to the point that a human could become a Shadow by choice, if they were a sworn ally and a faithful companion to their Dragon Lord, Queen or heir. And soon enough, with the Morani becoming adequate guards and the safety of the royal family no longer being of concern due to the magical strength of the heirs and Dragon Lord... The Shadow programme was eventually forgotten.

Now it is nothing more than a page in the history books... an old mantle a single Moran hopes to revive.

(...... and yes, the Shadow was heavily inspired by Maliketh the Black Blade and Blaidd the Half-Wolf, the Shadowbound Beasts from Elden Ring... I just really think Azaan is a LOT like Maliketh. XD)

#Also Asya is PURPOSEFULLY called a prince here cause she wasn't out of the closet as trans yet during that time...#pirateformers au #Joka Ardhi lore

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lovinkiri · 1 year

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Undercover Wild Cat, Christmas Bonus #2

Description: Eijirou and Sasha wake up, and thru have quite the day prepared. But they find themselves unable to resist each other before thay day even starts.

Author's Thoughts: 5.1k later, and Im finished! I love writing, but I have no clue how other writers do this within hours, took me a day! Still, I loved writing this and I actually learned a lot.

Warning: NSFW, Cussing, Oral (Giving and receiving), Fingering, Handjob, Virginity Loss, etc.

Art Credit: @.jabberwockyface

OC Credit: @jix-the-dragon

There was something about the holidays that always excited Sasha. Okay, a lot of things. Like the holiday parties she got to attend with her friends and family. The cookies and gingerbread houses that reminded her of baking with Naomasa when she was little, now also reminded her of her boyfriend’s delicious baking. Throwing a snowball at Katsuki and laughing when he tried to retaliate, only resulting in melting the snow in his hand.

But the best thing about the holidays was being able to wake up right beside Eijirou in the morning, watching as the light poured through the window and engulfed his skin. His chest rose steadily, peacefully, and his rest was punctuated with his quiet snoring that Sasha found adorable.

She couldn’t wait for him to wake up so that she could finally see those ruby eyes again looking into hers with pure love and adoration, and she wanted nothing more than to do the same. But Eijirou was a heavy sleeper, it was hard enough making sure he was fully awake in the morning to attend work. With that being said, Eijirou was a hard worker, morning person or not, and he definitely deserved this rest.

Sasha would have joined him herself if her body wasn’t trained to wake up at a certain time in the morning. Years of working for the hero commission does that to a person, which was probably why her old mentor Hawks was such a morning person. She nearly chuckled at the memory of the both of them leaving their respective hotel rooms at the exact same time. She was surprised to see that someone like him could diligently stick to a sleep schedule, and he was surprised to see a teenager wide awake so early. But the two acknowledged that they both weren’t exactly what they looked to be on the surface and moved on.

Turning in Eijirou’s arm, she craned her neck so that she could check the time on their alarm clock. It was around 10 AM. and she’d woken up quite a while ago by now. One might think she’d get bored by then, but she found herself content lying in Eijirou’s arms like that. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

The clock made her think of the day’s plans. It was cold, severely cold, so many heroes had gotten days off of work. Those who hadn’t were heroes with quirks that helped them adapt to the cold, like Todoroki. She felt bad for them, but those heroes always seemed to get days off around spring to make up for it.

That meant that she could plan a special day with Eijirou. First, they would cook a special breakfast. It wasn’t the food that was special, save for the extra sugar. It was the fact that they’d be cooking together. Afterwards, they’d planned on spending some time together before exchanging gifts, which was limited to a single gift only. Then they’d cuddle on the couch with something to drink, and maybe a snack, before leaving for a holiday party. And finally, as they got home, they’d watch a movie in bed if they weren’t already exhausted after socializing all night, even with friends. It was the perfect plan, she figured. She could spend the day doing anything with Eijirou, and she’d have a great time.

Eijirou gave a soft hum and shifted his position to his side, stirring from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he blinked a few times to adjust his vision, then they landed on Sasha’s amber eyes. Almost immediately, a smile graced his lips. He looked down at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, like treasure. To him, she was, and always had been. And she always would be.

“Hey, baby.. Morning.” He said, his voice holding a gravelly undertone from the sleep he’d just woken from. Still, he always spoke to her so gently in the morning, as if a single loud noise would have her falling apart. He knew her hearing was sensitive, and he didn’t want to overwhelm any of her senses so early in the morning.

“Heh. Good morning, Beautiful.” She whispered back, not wanting to disturb the gentle atmosphere they’d created. Every morning felt like a dream. Neither of them could believe they had the privilege of waking up to the other. From the day they moved in together till now, every morning felt like the first morning.

Eijirou blushed at the nickname and chuckled softly, placing a kiss at the top of her head, nuzzling when he felt the fur of her ear tickle his cheek. “Mm.. What time is it?” He asked, gently blowing at the ear.

It twitched again and he laughed again, knowing that his girlfriend was pouting without even having to look. “Sometime around 10 AM.” She moved her head and instead moved up his body to peck his lips. “And what would the civilians of Musutafu think if they knew Red Riot teased his poor girlfriend first thing in the morning?”

“If they knew how my poor girlfriend scared the crap outta me every day, I don’t think they’d be very sympathetic.” He gave a small grin and Sasha simply hummed at the comeback. “Fair enough, Red Riot. Fair enough.” She responded with another small kiss, this one lasting long enough for him to return it.

When they pulled away, he groaned softly and let his head fall back against his pillow. “... We should probably get up, right? We’re behind for breakfast, and we can’t skip that.” He sighed, Sasha giggling. Eijirou was never one to get up right after waking up.

“We don’t have to get up. We could always move the gift giving to tomorrow. Stay in bed longer.” She pointed out, tracing circles into his bare chest with the claw on her pointer finger. Eijirou held back a shiver and ignored the feeling that coursed through him.

“Nope.” He slowly sat up, bringing her with him. The both of them sighed in almost unison when their joints cracked, the spines and arms feeling a lot less stiff immediately. It was amazing how in tune the both of them were. “Most important meal of the day.”

She crawled out of bed first, literally crawling until she met the foot of the bed. Once she stood, she took the time to fully stretch her arms out, groaning softly in relief as the tension slipped away. Eijirou sat in bed scratching the back of his head, blinking a couple more times, then shaking his head and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. When he stood, the rest of his joints popped naturally. He also groaned, his turning into a sigh.

She looked over, her tail swishing under the cotton t-shirt she wore. It was Eijirou’s shirt, and it was much larger on her than it was on him, falling just below her knees. Eijirou walked over, kissing her head one last time before groggily walking into the kitchen. She followed after a minute or so but froze at the kitchen door frame.

Eijirou stood there, staring into the refrigerator door, not paying a thought to his surroundings. He was in a world of his own, trying to figure what they’d make. They would have chosen when they planned the day out, but they’d been far too indecisive at that moment to make the decision. And thank goodness for that, because Sasha found herself smirking at the sight of her unsuspecting victim, or in her case, prey.

She slowly approached, her feet not making a single found on the tile floor of the kitchen. Having been a spy, she had become a pro at sneaking up on others, so she often did it to Eijirou for more innocent reasons.

“Boo!” She exclaimed, giggling as the man quickly straightened and yelped, simultaneously jumping and turning to face the woman. Once he saw his beautiful girlfriend, and merely pouted. “Haha! Goodness, Eiji, you jumped into the air like a cartoon character.”

Though he was pouting, he didn’t mind the scare. Besides, a scare like that in the morning was exactly what he needed to get his adrenaline pumping. He actually wanted to smile at the sound of his partner’s laughter.

He watched as she moved past him to look inside the refrigerator, gently patting his torso in a ‘there, there’ gesture. He watched her for a moment before he grinned himself, and a mischievous thought came to mind. Eijirou had always told Sasha that he’d get her back, but he could never sneak up on her due to her hearing. But today, he’d think outside the box.

“So what should we– Eek, Eiji!” She yelped and as the man threw her over his broad shoulders, laughing and shutting the door as he jogged around the house. She laughed and squealed, almost feeling like she was on a ride. Then they were right back in their room and Eijirou was plopping her on the bed.

Still giggling, she stuck her tongue out as he crawled on top of her as if he himself was a wild cat of sorts. “Ei, w-what are you– Ah, heheh!” She was cute off as he fully pounced on her, nuzzling her neck. His long hair certainly didn’t help, tickling at her skin like a feather.

“I’ve brought you to my lair!” He said with flair, gently pinching her ribs, then her thighs, she squirmed, unsure of whether she should stop the attack on her neck or her body.

“T-That’s not fair, you know I can’t p-pinch you back! Haha!” She playfully smacked at his hands as he sat up, now poking her in all the places he knew would draw laughter. He couldn’t help laughing at the situation himself. “Hah, exactly! Admit defeat! Or suffer the consequences of scaring the infamous Red Riot!” He exclaimed dramatically.

“Make me!” Sasha stuck her tongue out again and tried crawling back, but it was hopeless under the mass of the man on top of her. And Eijirou did proceed to make her, tickling and prodding at her nonstop. Finally, he leaned into her neck and began to nibble. The action caused her to gasp before squirming again.

“Okay, okay! I forfeit! I’m defeated!” She said loudly, unable to control her tone through her fit of laughter. Eijirou stopped his assault and pulled away to look at her victoriously. Grinning smugly, he pecked her lips. “Mm. Gotcha this time, didn’t I?” He asked.

She panted just a bit under her breathless, all that laughter taking the air from her lungs. “Hah.. Yeah, yeah. The infamous Red Riot got me.” She conceded, placing a hand on his chest as if suspecting another attack.

“What can I say?” He leaned down to capture her lips, and she returned the gentle gesture. He continued to speak between the meeting of their lips. “Red Riot..” A kiss. “Always..” And another. “Catches..” Another. “The troublemakers..” Another.

She couldn't help the laugh that came out mid-kiss. “Heheh.. Oh, I’m the troublemaker mister ‘I’ve-Brought-You-To-My-Lair’?” She teased, her lips bruising against his. He grinned and nipped at her bottom lip, making her pout. “Don’t forget who started this, Sash.” He reminded her.

She playfully rolled her eyes, exaggerating so that he knew it wasn’t anything serious. “Hey, I thought you were kissing me. C’mon, take me into custody, Red Riot.” She cupped his face and pulled him down, and this time he was laughing into the kiss. Be began asking himself if it was even possible for her to be more adorable, but he quickly disregarded that question. Of course it was, it was Sasha. She always seemed to find a way to be cuter.

“Mm, okay, c’mere baby.” He mumbled into the kiss, pulling a soft hum from her that he could’ve swore sounded like a soft moan. Her hands slowly slid from his face to his chest, and this time he allowed his body to react to her touch, shivering as if her hands were a breeze moving against his skin.

His hands were planted on either side of her, and Sasha shifted at the weight they brought with them. Her boyfriend was tall, huge, and beefy. While she’d stopped growing when she reached 5 feet, her boyfriend hadn’t stopped growing until he reached 6’5. Puberty hit him like a truck back in high school, and she could still hardly believe there was a time when she could reach up and kiss him without her assistance. She suddenly felt small under him letting out a small squeak that forced a groan out of Eijirou.

He hesitantly pulled away from the kiss, knowing he would only find himself with a tent in his pajama pants. Sasha whined softly and practically pawed at the man on top of her, mumbling for him to come back. The bit of desperation in her voice shot straight to the half hard erection in his loose pants.

“W-What’s wrong? Did I scratch you..?” She asked softly, her eyes moving between his own and her claws that rested against his chest. He’d pulled away so suddenly that she was worried that she’d done something that upset him.

He quickly shook his head, reassuring her with a soft chuckle. “No, you didn’t. Not that I would have minded.” He watched as her cheeks went pink and he gave a small smirk. “It’s just.. If I keep going, I have no clue how I’ll stop.”

Then her cheeks went red as what he said dawned upon her. Eijirou seemed ready to take things to the next level, ready to give her his all. She asked herself, was she ready for that next step? Oddly enough, it didn’t take her long to answer that question. On most occasions, she was nervous and unsure. She’d always felt unready for what came after the kissing and the touching. But today, she knew what she wanted.

“How long have you known..? You know, that you were ready..” She reached up and gently pulled him back down, pecking his lips before moving to kiss at his jaw. She couldn’t deny the arousal beginning to soil her panties.

He murmured a response, the fact that she’d continued even after his warning making it a bit harder to speak. “F-For about a week, I think..” Rather than using both hands, he propped himself up on a forearm, his free hand holding her waist securely to keep her from moving too much. He didn’t know how she’d react if she felt exactly what she was doing to him.

Her lips left a warm trail of kisses from his jaw to his ear. “You should’a told me.. Then we could have done this earlier, don’t you think?” She teased, nipping at his ear. He blushed and moaned under his breath, unable to vocally hide how she was making him feel. She truly was always full of many surprises.

“So, does that mean your...?” He trailed off, biting his lip as she gently tugged on his earlobe with her teeth, hearing a small “mhm” come from her. “God, Sash.. Then c’mon, let me have another taste of your lips.” He muttered.

She took her time returning to his lips, not because she didn’t want it, but because she wanted it so desperately. Each small kiss leading back to his jaw was almost agonizing, but it was worth it when their lips brushed together. They sat there, almost seemingly scared to do it when the truth was, they had already managed to dizzy themselves with anticipation.

“Please.. Can I..?” Eijirou pleaded softly, not even finishing his question before she’d captured his lips in hers. Who would have thought that she’d start off taking control, not that she minded. Eijirou certainly didn’t mind either. Not only was it nice temporarily giving over control to someone else, but he felt a lot more comfortable with Sasha initiating. This way, he knew that she really was ready and he could gauge what she’d want to move onto next.

Eijirou’s tongue gently prodded at Sasha’s bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Spreading her lips, she met his tongue with her own and they rolled them together, their tongue sharing a gentle kiss of their own. He massaged his tongue into hers, pulling a breathy sigh from her.

When they pulled apart, it was for air. Panting softly together, Eijirou rested his forehead on Sasha’s. All he could do was whisper her name, and she returned it with a whisper of his. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Can I.. Make you feel good?”

His eyes widened a bit, obviously not expecting such a forward question. While it wasn’t the most direct question, it got the message across. She wanted to go down on him. “Are you sure?” He asked, the hand on her waist rubbed her flesh with his thumb. Eijirou had no problem volunteering his mouth for her pleasure, the very thought had him straining against his pants. He knew that getting Sasha off would inevitably get him off, but he hadn’t understood that Sasha had been thinking the same thing. She wanted to moan at the very thought of pleasuring Eijirou.

“I’m sure, baby. But I’ll rephrase; Please, let me make you feel good.” She said, pushing him to flip him on his back. With his body mass, this would usually prove to be a bit of a challenge for Sasha, but he moved his body to her whim, falling on his back. And like clockwork, she moved on top of him.

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before moving down his strong jaw, then his neck. “So pretty, Eiji..” Then she was at his chest. “Such a pretty body for a pretty man.” Then his stomach. “I love you so much.” She received a breathy ‘I love you too’ in response as she peppered his v-line with kisses. Her fingers hooked around the waist of his pants. His prominent bulge was already impressive without the fabric keeping it from standing at full attention. She’d seen Eijirou’s dick a quite a few times, but not on purpose. Usually from watching him dress after getting out of the shower, but he’d never been hard, but even then he had an impressive length when he was soft.

Slowly, she peeled the fabric down his waist, licking her lips as Eijirou lifted to his waist to help her. When his dick came free from the pants, her eyes widened and her lips parted. Words couldn’t describe what it was like seeing Eijirou cock fully hard for the first time. The only thought that came to mind was spoken aloud unintentionally, “Is it gonna fit..?”

Eijirou couldn’t help but laugh at the question, smiling sheepishly. He knew he was big, so there was no denying that. But big didn’t always mean better. He wanted to make sure Sasha was still comfortable going forward. “Is it.. Okay?” He didn’t know how else to ask, that was just the first question that came to mind.

Swallowing thickly, she gave a quick nod. “Y-Yeah, you’re perfect Eiji. I wanna try..” She said, carefully wrapping her fingers around his cock. His breath hitched in his throat at the contact, her warm grip feeling nice. Being high school sweethearts, Eijirou had never had anyone else touch him like that. And the fact that it was Sasha’s hand and not his own made it somehow feel even better.

“S-Sash..” He whispered, stuttering when she began moving her fist up and down the shaft. She didn’t wanna hurt him, so she held him like someone with long nails might. “Is this good?” She asked, and he quickly nodded. “Yeah, that’s good, baby.. You can squeeze me tighter if you want.”

Her grip on him went from loose to firm and he let out a quiet moan, looking down at her hand as it worked his cock. He began lifting his hips with the strokes of her hand, thrusting into her fists. Sasha leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, licking at the sensitive head of his cock. He let his head fall back against the pillow at the unfamiliar but welcome sensation and stilled his hips to the bed, knowing that he might end up hurting her if she suddenly decided to take him into her mouth. She gave a couple more licks, as if experimenting with his reactions. She was fascinated in how the large man who could lift almost anything was becoming a whiny mess below her.

She paused before slowly taking the head into her lips, suckling on it like you would a popsicle. He reached up and curled his fingers in her hair, not pushing or pulling, but petting her to show her just how good she was making him feel. “Yeah, like that baby, take your time..”

She nearly leaned beach at the salty taste that began to present itself on her taste buds, but quickly dismissed it remembering a sex ed class where Midnight had explained what pre-cum was.That meant she was making Eijirou feel good, she was doing something right. With newfound confidence from this revelation, she took him deeper and deeper until she couldn’t anymore, whatever she couldn’t take she continued to stroke.

Eijirou's jaw went slack, and he let out an obscene moan, quickly lifting his head to look down at her. The sight itself nearly made Eijirou cum on the spot, he watched as drool dripped down to the base of his cock. Noticing his movement, Sasha looked up to meet his gaze. She slowly brought herself back up to wrap around the tip again, breathing from her nostrils. Then she went down once more, being sure not to rush herself and not to make a mistake. She wouldn’t want her teeth to scratch him after all.

Every time she went down, there was a soft gag. That’s how Eijirou knew she was about to come back up. Sasha couldn’t help but notice that Eijirou produced quite a bit of pre-cum. It wasn’t anything crazy, but definitely more than average, not that she minded. As long as she was pleasuring him, it was okay. She’d keep going, and going, and going.

With a groan, Eijrou cupped her cheek to stop her from bobbing her head again. “Stop, stop.” He quickly said, panting above her. She pulled off for the last time and looked up at him with plump, slightly swollen lips. Eijirou could tell from the look in her eyes that she was worried, so he stopped her before she could ask. “That was really good, sweetheart, but I was getting really close.. I don’t want to finish, not yet.” He explained. Sasha blushed but smiled almost proudly at how she was almost able to make him finish.

Holding her waist, he easily pulled her up to eye level. He kissed her lips, not at all minding where they’d just been, and she kissed back with a content hum. He slowly rolled over without breaking their kiss, laying her on her back. When he did pull away, he sat up and looked down at her. She slowly pulled the huge shirt off of her body, exposing her breasts and panties to her boyfriend. He exhaled at the sight, thinking of how absolutely breathtaking she looked beneath him.

“God, I love you..” He curled his fingers to hook into her panties, then he began sliding them down her legs, watching as she lifted her hips just as he did to help. Gently rubbing at her thighs, he waited for her to open her legs to him, inhaling sharply when she did. “So beautiful.. All open for me..” He leaned down and kissed at her inner thigh before nibbling the soft flesh. She gasped softly, cupping the back of his head.

He couldn’t help but tease, pressing another kiss to the same spot before moving to her other thigh. Sasha bit back a soft moan when he did, feeling his warm breath against her wet folds. He nibbled her thigh between kisses, chuckling when she began to squirm. “You’re so cute, baby..” He mused softly.

Licking his lips, he gently blew on her clit, the action pulling a whine from her. He may have been a virgin, but his friends weren’t, and he’d heard enough from them to get a general idea as to how to get a partner excited, though it was obvious they’d long passed excited. He slid his thumb through her folds, collecting the slick that had gathered and rubbing his thumb into her clit. Now he was thankful for those sex ed classes, he would’ve died from embarrassment if he couldn’t find her clit.

“Eiji..” She mewled, closing her eyes and surrendering herself to his playful fingers. He rubbed gentle circles into her puffy clit, watching as her lips parted, small moans falling from them and serenading Eijirou like music. He nipped at her thigh again, the middle finger prodding at her entrance. Her cheeks turned a bright red and she relaxed for him, keeping her body relaxed as he slid his finger into her.

Eijirou’s thick finger slowly pumped in and out of her, and she began rocking her hips to match their pace. When she adjusted, he carefully added another finger. Those two fingers stretched Sasha’s tight entrance and she placed a hand over her chest, feeling how hard her heart pounded in response. He began to move his fingers in a scissoring motion, just a bit at first.

He had no clue what was hotter, looking up at the purely erotic look on her face or looking down at her pretty pussy taking his fingers. Either way, it was taking everything in him not to grind into the mattress. He leaned down and flicked his tongue at her clit once, then twice, then three times. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head, whining as he stretched her again, scissoring wider and wider, bit by bit.

By the two she was fully stretched for him, she was a panting mess. She seemed a bit dazed, almost like she was drunk off the teasing of his tongue and the way his fingers hit that sponge spot inside of her over and over. Her drunken daze was broken though as Eijirou wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked the nub, rubbing his tongue against her as he did for friction.

She almost closed her thighs around his head, barely stopping as they touched the sides of his head. “E-Eiji, I’m close..” She keened, her eyes fluttering as Eijirou moaned into her folds, feeling her pulse around his fingers. Pulling away, his lips and chin wet with her slick, he slowly pulled his finger out. She whined from the loss of his fingers and from hearing the sound her body made when he slid his fingers from her.

He climbed up her body and she pulled him down to crash her lips against his. He melted into her kisses quickly, moaning. “Can I put it in..?” He began pleading between kisses. “Please, Sasha..”

“Mhm, yes, yes, please..” She replied desperately, wrapping her arms around his neck. He reached down and took the base of his cock between his fingers, positioning the head at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, the both of them unable to kiss from the overwhelming feeling. While Eijirou’s fingers definitely helped, they couldn’t fully prepare him for the sheer size of Eijirou. And Sasha’s fist and her firm grip did her tight, warm walls no justice.

Eijirou took breaks so as to not overwhelm her, giving her a few inches before pausing. He leaned down to nip at one of her nipples, and she arched her back, pushing the bud against his mouth. He let his tongue run over it before taking it into his mouth to suck for a few seconds, then he let it go with a quiet pop.

Sasha wrapped her legs around Eijirou’s waist. Interrupting his break to push him in further. Eijirou laid his head against her breast, letting out a breathy moan. “Sash, shit, that feels..” He trailed off, closing his eyes. She moaned and held his head against her chest, only stopping when their hips touched. They laid there still, adjusting to the new feeling of being connected.

Slowly, Eijirou pulled out half-way, then he slowly pushed his cock back into her aching walls. They moaned in unison, Sasha’s coming out as more of a whine. He pulled out again, then buried himself as deep as possible. It was slow, the two of them wanting to take their time before they inevitably finished. This was their first time, and they’d already been through foreplay. It wouldn’t take them long, so why not truly enjoy each other?

Sasha couldn’t help but raise her hips and move them in time with Eijirou’s, her body too sensitive to stay still. He continued to hit her g-spot with every thrust, and she clenched around him every time, occasionally being in so much pleasure that she found it difficult to loosen up. It was only when Eijirou nibbled at her collar and whispered sweet words against her skin that she began willing herself to relax.

“Just like that, so good for me..” Eijirou slurred, now simply raising his hips and allowing them to fall into Sasha’s. The pace was still slow and being inexperienced, they occasionally broke rhythm, but they always found themselves falling into sync with the other again eventually. Sasha’s hands found themselves against Eijirou’s back at some point, lightly scratching down. It was nothing painful, just a small sting that made him shudder.

Sasha threw her head back, crying out as her clit made contact with Eijirou with every thrust. “Yes, yes, fuck..!” She yelped, grinding into him every time he buried himself to the base of his cock. A white ring of slick and pre-cum had now formed right at that base, and Eijirou let out a guttural moan at the sound of his thrusts, the shlick shlick shlick getting louder as minutes passed.

It was getting increasingly difficult to hold back his orgasm as Sasha clenched around him once more. He hadn’t moved his head from her chest, wanting to be as close to her as possible. He’d feel that ache in his neck later, but the last thing he wanted was to move away from her, even for a moment. Even she tried to pull him closer despite the fact that he was flush against her, close as he could be in this position.

“I love you, I love you..” She babbled, her voice quivering. Her legs trembled around his waist, locking around him needily. The very thought of him pulling out was enough to make her whine. She had no idea sex could make you depend on another like this. She could feel herself getting addicted to the way his cock throbbed within her walls. She lightly scratched four more thin lines up his back, squealing when he unexpectedly bucked his hips into hers. “A-Ah, Eij!”

“Sorry, I– Ah, s-sorry!” He mumbled, almost muffling himself in Sasha’s breasts. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist, one arm remaining there as the other caressed her skin, sliding over her hips and then her thigh.

She whimpered softly, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Eiji, I’m gonna cum..!” She said, gasping as he sped up just a bit. He groaned softly and nodded. “It’s okay, baby, come undone for me!” He nodded, pushing a hand between them to rub against her clit.

The feeling of his finger stroking her clit and one more thrust that had her seeing stars, that was all it took for her to fall apart. She moaned loudly, shaking underneath him. Her grip on his cock tightened and he let out a strangled groan, unable to hold back from spilling his seed right after. They rolled their hips, riding out their first orgasms. For Sasha, it was like a spring being coiled tighter and tighter, then finally being released. For Eijirou, it was a feeling growing more and more intense until he was engulfed by a wave of pleasure, immediately letting it carry him away.

When they finally slowed to a stop, they stayed still for a few seconds, panting heavy from their finish. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and their chests rose and fell almost intensely. Then Eijirou lifted his head to press a kiss on her lips, a kiss she returned. Pulling away, they laughed and giggled. Neither of them knew what was funny, they’d just felt so giddy.

“I think that went well.” Eijirou said, nuzzling into her neck. “Really well.” He added, slowly pulling out. He turned on his back, pulling Sasha on top of him. She grinned and nodded, agreeing with him. “Oh yeah. We should definitely do it again one day, when we don’t have a party to attend.” She mused.

He rubbed her back gently, coaxing a gentle sigh from her. “Mhm. C’mon, let’s take a shower yeah. Then we’ll finally have breakfast. Waffles and sausage?” He suggested as he sat up, bringing her with him like he’d done when he woke up that morning.

She kissed his cheek. “Waffles and sausages. Now, c’mon. We both tired each other out, I’m sure.” She smiled contently.

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thymeheals · 2 years

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Stories in the Sunshine

Summary: Friendships form with Sam and Dean

POV: first person reader insert and Sam Winchester

Warnings: implied past abuse; past abusive spouse; injuries briefly mentioned;

Royal AU with the characters of Supernatural

Word Count: 1208

Part 3/? (7 so far) in process

The next several days went by filled with shared meals in Sams bed chamber where jokes and stories of their childhood made me laugh. Actually laugh. Out loud. I can’t remember the last time I genuinely found something this funny. Probably before I began trying to impress people at court. I got to know the two princes well. These men were wonderful company, and their brotherhood was beyond beautiful. I began to feel comfortable with them quickly as if I’d known them for years.

We spent many afternoons walking through the gardens and mingling with others at court or riding through the forest to the hills and field just beyond it on horseback. We’d dismount and lay around each other on a blanket drinking celebration wine. They seemed to take much joy in doing things their father would frown upon. I couldn’t help but smile. I’ve never felt so free, with my head leaned back against Deans chest as he propped himself with his elbow on some pillows, we listed to Sam read stories from a book of dragons and demons versus the kingdom with three lone knights at its defense. It was a sunny afternoon and the aroma of grass and tree sap wafted around us. I could just picture the battle, as a matter of fact I began imagining it happening right before me.

I had almost dozed off when I heard Sam quietly ask, “So what happened earlier with father? You’ve hardly said a word since we got here.”

“Same old argument Sammy, only this time he gave me a time limit and ultimatum. And invited every unwed noble girl he knows of.”

“How long did he give you?”

“Six months. And get this, I have to schedule a date every Saturday from next week until the times up. Basically choose six of the women he’s invited tomorrow night to court.”

“Why is he in such hurry? You’re only thirty-five and its not like we’re at war or that he’s sick with one foot in the grave.”

“I don’t know Sam, I just know that there’s no chance of me enjoying the ball anymore. Even if I tried drinking my way through it. He always manages to ruin my birthday. Somehow he finds a way.”

“Maybe they won’t be so bad, Donna seemed really sweet at Christmas and Meg was a lot of fun a few years ago. Oh and that Ruby, man was she unforgettable. Maybe she’ll wear that slinky red dress again”

“Heh yeah. But I just can’t picture living with any of them forever - and when I try to think of who’s the best queen material, who could actually help me rule - I definitely draw a blank. I’m going to be stuck with whoever he chooses for me because sure a dance, hell a night with any of them sure I’m there, but more than that? I mean marriage? No thanks.”

“What about y/n? You could dance the night away with her. Forget about it all. Just to spite him.” I could hear the smirk on Sams face in his voice.

“Sam.”

“What? The two of you have obviously gotten cozy over the last few weeks.”

“Father has ordered her death for next Saturday. I’m sure he’d love to find out we’ve released and been housing his fugitive thief.”

Sam sighed, “what if he didn’t recognize her? I mean under all that mud she turned out to be absolutely beautiful.”

“Sam,“ he sighed, "just forget it. Maybe you should dance with her, make sure she enjoys her last few days with you.” Dean shifted out from under me to stand.

They both smiled when I groaned at the loss of contact.

When I stirred from my dozing Dean and his horse were nowhere to be seen. I stretched, and looked around until I found Sam.

“How long did I sleep?” I yawned.

“Haha long enough for Dean to give up on you and go to the armory.” Sam grinned at my sleepy state. “No really maybe half an hour,” he extended his hand to help me to my feet, “here, let’s head back to the castle. We’ve gotta formulate a plan for tomorrow night.”

“A plan? Why do we need a plan for a grand birthday ball?” I asked as he whisked me up behind him on his horse. Clinging to Sam as we rode back to the castle, I began to worry about the next day’s circumstances to come. My mind and dreams were fitful and interrupted by anxiety and fear.

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cliffordcaabay · 2 years

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UNSPOKEN LOVE.

Jin never believed the phenomenon people referred to as the "light at the end of the tunnel". Those rare occurrences where people, after walking near death experiences, would exclaim "I saw the light". Yet, there he is in this supposed tunnel. But how did he die? The last thing he remember was, it was dawn. He slowly opened his eyes, the cold wind touched his face, the viscous blood he felt in his head, pungent smell that was around him, he thought it was a dream but it was not. He was hardly breathing, he looked at his surroundings and saw blood everywhere.

"Treat those who are still breathing"

They came to where he was and saw him. It was his friend, Fredd. He looked at him with pity.

"Fredd, what happened?"

"Sorry, Jin. We can't save you anymore" he said.

"Why?" Jin asked.

"I don't know how to say this, but half of your body was already sliced in half, Jin"

"What about my comrades?

"What about Sessia?"

"Only a few of them survived and Sessia died while fighting your brother, Jimmy."

Jin's eyes slowly filled with tears, after all, Sessia was the girl of his life, the one he loved.

It all started 25 years ago. Andre, the first Prince and heir of Elmswood Kingdom, and Jacob, the first Prince and heir of Dragon Kingdom, were best friends. They are both skilled fighters and already mastered high level of swordsmanship at the age of 18. One day, the two decided to find an island to train to become stronger. "Hey, Andre. I saw a land. This place might be suitable for us to train." As they get close to the island it becomes more and more beautiful. They were amazed and it feels so unreal. It was the island of Palawan, with it's stunning white sand beaches with clear blue waters, secret lagoons, and abundant marine life, the two princes were so excited to explore the island. After a few months of staying and training in that island, the two decided to comeback in their homeland. They promised each other that no one will take that island for their own and that they will comeback in that island again after becoming Kings.

Years later, Jacob decided to visit the island and was surprised of what he saw. Houses, buildings and the flag of Elmswood Kingdom. Jacob filled with rage started destroying the other buildings and run towards where Andre was. "Andre, what's the meaning of this? Have you forgotten our promise?". Andre, who was filled with greed, saw how Jacob destroyed the buildings, so he started attacking Jacob. Their fight was so fierce that it lasted 5 days straight and ended as a tie. The two came back to their own kingdoms. Because of Andre's greed and Jacobs anger, the two kingdoms are now not in good terms and their connection was cut off.

Few years later the first son of King Jacob was born, he named him Jin. Jin grew up with the guide of his father and at the age of 15 he already surpassed his father.

One day, Jin decided to go fishing. The weather was good and it was a day that was really good for fishing, but suddenly the wind become violent and he was sent ashore to another land he doesn't recognize, the Elmswood Kingdom. Jin, who was unfamiliar of that place decided to explore a bit while hunting for food. While washing in the lake he saw a shadow moving towards the surface of the lake, he then saw a beautiful girl, she's so stunning that her hair was ruby red and it tumbled over her shoulders, she had a honey sweet lips. They were blossoms soft. Sessia who was surprised seeing Jin starring her, she slapped his face.

"You pervert!!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"No, I'm so sorry i didn't mean to, it was just a misunderstanding, trust me. "

Jin explained all the details of what really happened and why he was there at Elmswood Kingdom. They spent hours there near the lake talking and they became close to each other.

The two became best friends, every saturday Jin would sneak out at the Dragon Kingdom and go to the lake where he met Sessia there they spent time together talking to each other.

11 months have passed Jin developed his feelings towards Sessia and he fell in love, he built up courage and he is planning to confess his feelings this coming week the exact date of the first time they met each other, however something has occurred the two never expected to happen.

The war between Elmswood Kingdom and Dragon Kingdom, Jin was so shocked of what he heard, because he knew that Elmswood was the hometown of Sessia, he was so afraid and worried that Sessia might get caught up in a mess as she didn't know that Dragon Kingdom was Jin's home.

War day

The war was inevitable. Jin and Sessia was so surprised to see each other in the front line, Sessia just discovered that Jin was the Prince of Dragon Kingdom, she felt sad and betrayed but she stills value the time they spent together and would never forget about it, after all she was in love with him too.

The war started and the battle was so fierce as they are all skilled fighters. The two are being so careful and watching each other because they both care for each other and was hoping that both of them would survive in this cruel war. After two days the two are still standing, Sessia felt very weak and tired, while fighting Jin's brother she accidentally slipped and fell on her knees. Jin was a very skilled and cautious fighter but after seeing of what happened to Sessia he got distracted and lost his focus, the opponent's commander saw an opening and sliced Jin in half, he fell and lost his consciousness. Sessia witnessed of what happened to Jin and didn't have time to react and was killed by Jimmy.

After hearing all the details from Fredd Jin started to question himself.

"Was it because i was too late to confess?"

"Or if it wasn't for that beautiful island we wouldn't have had this fate?"

2 minutes have passed, Jin died.

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Snapshots

Summary: Some snapshots of my ocs( both protags and non protags) day to day life. No particular story line, but might contain spoilers for TBWS. Some are happer than others.Enjoy!

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" How the fuck are you so good at that?!" Elliot exclaims, slumping onto her fellow Depot agent, Cameron. The two are on their break, watching passengers come and go from the trains. They could occasionally see Cloud or Furze, to which they wave at. Her friend leans in, raising a confused brow. She takes the spoon out of his mouth, sticking it back into their ice cream.

" Good at what?"

" Dodging the crit!" Cameron blinks in confusion. They shrug.

" Is that.....hard to do?"

" YES!"

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Kenji stopped crying exactly an hour ago. A record, he thinks. Any time he think he'd stopped, the tears come back again. So maybe this is good. Maybe this is progress. Or maybe the tears would come back more violently than before. He feels bad for Yuna and his other pokemon, having to shoulder all his tears, all his sorrows. They don't deserve that. So maybe, hopefully, he does something. He doesn't feel particularly hungry, and he had already feed everyone else. So maybe he can draw? It's been a while since he last sketched.....he hopes his tears don't ruin the picture.

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Ah, another loss. Nothing new, really. Xe already got the thumbs up from the Nurse at the desk, and xyr already planning on staying the night. Pip sits tiredly in Coco's laps, the poor pokemon getting the worst of it. Coco remembers the taunts flung at xem. How they made xem question xyr whole journey. Xe look down at xyr partner pokemon. How xe are letting xyr pokemon down.

" I'm sorry Pip," Coco mumbles, " I wish I was a better trainer...". Pip, despite his tiredness, looks up at his trainer. He stretches his flippers, gesturing for Coco to come closer. When Coco's face was close enough, Pip gently presses his flippers on each side of xyr cheek.

" Lup!" He chirps, a smile on his face.

' We'll get em next time!'. At least that's what Coco believes he's saying. Coco sniffs then chuckles.

" Yeah....yeah ok. Next time,"

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"..... okay," Eva sighs, stretching her back as she admires the mess she made. She has successfully taken apart a good chunk of the insides of the former Team Plasma Ship. It still amazes her how they were able to find the thing- it's been years. Long abandoned too.

Rotating her shoulders, warning a few cracks, she looks over to the rest of her pokemon. Hazel has been a great help dismantling machines and lifting heavy weight. Cypher is equally helpful testing out says machines with their electricity. The rest where emotional support, which was very much needed. She'll admit it was a bit foolhardy to be so stubborn in completing this project by herself - but she has to try! Better try than not at all, right?

.....

Dragons, it's cold in here.

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It's a blessing that Drayden allowed her to use the gym to clean her team. Cause dear Mew above, her apartment wouldn't survive.

" Racket- Racket, I swear, hold still-" Ruby grunts as the Scrafty wiggles in her arms. She thinks she's doing on purpose, cause she's seen Iris wash her with no complaints. None! But when Ruby does it, she suddenly wants to make a, well, racket.

The Scrafty splashes in the water, still trying to get out of her trainers arms. The rest of her team have long since been clean- Axel is currently with Drayden sharpening his tusks, while Missy Aurora Razzmatazz and Bullseye all relax on the side; Missy and Razz happily chatting with each other. At least they know how to hold still.

" Racket, baby, I love you so much, but can you please- wha- Racket! Racket!! Racket get back here!"

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" YEAH!" Naomi's voice booms across the fields, and the three teens watch as the fridbee flies across the fields, landing do far away that they couldn't see.

" I think I beat your record, Hop" Naomi snickers, squinting her eyes to see exactly where the frisbee has landed.

" Don't be too sure. We haven't even checked yet!"

" I dunno, Hoppy. That's pretty far," Carol teases, earning a playful shove from Hop.

" ....So who's gonna check this time?" Naomi questions, reaching down for her water bottle.

" Not me, I went last time," Carol says quickly. Hop nods his head.

"That's fair. Okay, I'll go-"

" Oh no you don't! You'll just move my frisbee back!" Hop gasp, faking offense. He points at Naomi accusingly.

" I would never! Besides, you can't go since you'll just move it even further!" Now it was Naomi's turn to gasp.

" I couldn't do that even if I wanted to! You guys would see me!"

" That's what they all say!"

" Hop-"

"Um," Carol interrupts, coming between theyr best friends, " Maybe we should ask Leon to get it,". A momentary silence. Then the two begins to make a mad dash back to Hop's place,yelling at the top of their lungs.

" LEE!!!"

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And that's all I have for now! I hope you enjoy!

#r rambles #r writes #legendverse #oc: elliot jones #oc: naomi einar #oc: carol fitzroy #a lot more but yeah

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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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For my birthday can I request some barbarian bakugou x f! Reader fluff

SFW Birthday Surprise— Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: Some yandere themes, fluff, cursing, barbarian bakugo, fem! reader, mention of dead animals, etc.

Words: 1,110

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A/N: Hello. Happy birthday!! I hope this is what you were looking for and it made you smile. I love me some Barbarian Katsuki (I also used to play DND) so this was really fun to write.

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“The barbarians are coming!”

That phrase always plays on your mind when this time of year rolls around. Smoke, agony, pain. All of it comes to the forefront of your mind. Your birthday was supposed to be a time of celebration in your colony, but the barbarians ruined it. He ruined it. Sure, it was many moons ago. So much of your life has changed since then, but one thing is for sure, you are forever his.

You deeply sighed, attempting to continue your knitting as you gaze out of your hut. Your beloved should be home any moment. He was not even supposed to be gone this long since he did promise to return and spend time with you. It is your birthday, after all, but as usual, the sun is setting and another one of your stitched attire has come to an end.

He should have been here by now.

Worry starts creep in. Katsuki knows better than to go roam unknown territories at night. Bounties are out to get him. Still, that never stopped the ruthless blonde. The dragons of Faerland grown to respect Katsuki and he was sure to use that to his advantage.

By the position of the moon in the clear night sky, you can tell it is past midnight. You have not seen your significant other all day and hurt settled within your chest. Katsuki is never one for holidays and birthdays, but he knows how special birthdays are for you. He could have at least made an attempt to be home for your day.

You let out a deep sigh, deciding to get ready for bed. You know your boyfriend will arrive late — as usual — and be gone by day break. You were about to lay in bed when the heavy footsteps of your lover rang your ears.

“You’re late.” You complain, rolling your eyes with your back to Katsuki. His eyebrows knitted together at the attitude, ready to fix it if necessary, but knowing your reasons, he decided against it.

“I know.” Katsuki starts, laying the carcasses of rabbits he hunted on the ground in the kitchen area. “But I’m home now. Besides,” you turn around to face him, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Surprise?” You repeat, taken back by his words. Katsuki is not one for surprises so this is very off character for him.

Katsuki puts out his hand for you to grab, “that’s what I said, wasn’t it? C’mon,” he encourages, you grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

Katsuki guided you out of the hut that laid on top of the mountain. You two resided here. Not only was it the best place to keep you two safe from any predators, but also to keep you from running away. No one dares to go up there due to the dragon infestation and any dragon would burn you to a crisp by Katsuki’s orders.

“Katsuki, where are we going?” You questioned as he pulled you along into the depths of the wooded area. Your curiosity was ignored as Katsuki continued to drag you along.

The moonlight prickled through the tree branches, owls and crickets sang their songs amongst the dense forest and quiet night, and fireflies gave you some sort of direction along the way. Eventually, you both came to a halt. You bump into Katsuki’s muscular back.

“What the—“ You stop yourself mid sentence, peaking over Katsuki’s shoulder to see the beautiful view. Katsuki let go of your hand so you could proceed forward.

A fire pit was set up along with some huge rocks, fireflies in jars, a blanket, multiple kinds of fruits, and the glorious view of the full moon that was out tonight. You could see almost all of of Faerland from this view.

“Well,” Katsuki folds his arms with a grin, “you like?”

“Like?” You retorted, turning to face him. Your features were lit up by the fire. “Katsuki, it’s,” you sighed in contentment, “it’s beautiful.”

Katsuki strolled towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you gaze back at the moon. Gentle kisses were placed on your exposed neck. “Happy birthday,” he sighed, “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He whispers into your ear before placing another gentle kiss on the shell. “I hope this makes up for earlier.”

You nod in response, placing your soft hands over his calloused ones. You both remained still, your eyes fixated on the moon’s beauty. Katsuki’s breathing was calm and still. Something you do not hear often from him. His grasp was tight, but a comforting one instead of assertive.

Katsuki is finally relaxed.

At some point, you both are cuddled up against the rocks. Katsuki wrapped a blanket around you so the night would not freeze your skin. He fed you your favorite berries he gathered throughout the day.

“Wait,” you stop Katsuki, grabbing his wrist that was bringing a berry to your plump lips. Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I want to see if I can catch it.” You giggle, opening your mouth wide. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“You are such a dork.” Katsuki chuckled, tossing the berry into your mouth. Once it landed on your tongue, you chew the fruit then swallow.

“I caught it!” You beam in excitement, opening your mouth so he can do it again. This process repeated a few more times, raising fits of giggles from the both of you. For the first time in a very long time, you both were more than happy in each other’s presence. Communication amongst you two went from stupid little conversations to deep stories about each other’s lives. Something you two haven’t done in such a long time.

Your face snuggled against Katsuki’s broad chest, his natural caramel and forest scent filling your nostrils. It comforted you, your eyelids becoming heavy as the hours passed on. Katsuki cradled you close, feeling the same sleep in his rubies.

“Katsuki?” You mumbled, your eyes still shut as you are about to pass into slumber. He hummed in response.

“Thank you for everything. I,” you pause as you settle more into him, “I love you.”

Katsuki’s heart raced against his rib cage. You can hear it pound in your ear that rested upon him. You have not said those genuine words before. Sure, you’ve grown to deal with Katsuki. You do not really have a choice, but overtime, you truly did feel love for him. Just like he did for you.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Katsuki breathed out, his grip becoming even stronger on you as you both drift off to sleep.

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The Dragon Kings Queen

Pairing: Dragon King!Bakugou x Queen!Reader

Rating: M

Warning: This is part seven, I’d like to point out be aware: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐜. Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with it, and if you’re under the age of 18+ I will give a warning when it becomes NSFW but at the moment it’s SFW. Todays chapter does include gore, death, killing, hunting, sickness, etc.

Synopsis: ➪ When the word marriage crossed your mind, you believed you’d marry someone you loved. Not this brute of a King. So here you are standing at the end on an alter, pushing away the urge to run and fight. Possibly start a new life, instead of being dragged into a loveless marriage. But for the sake of your people.. They say he’s not what rumors make him out to be, but how can you believe that when his eyes burn into yours; just as fiery as before. How could you, ever love someone as barbaric as him…

- chapter seven: fevers and night terrors -

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Your memory is clouded from the prior events you participated in that afternoon. But the foul taste of blood and uncooked heart follow up your throat and out into a toilet bowl mock you as handmaidens rub your back in comfort. Melody soothes your nausea with warm tea meanwhile the rest pat wet cloths to your burning skin.

How did you get back to the castle? You have no idea. Absolutely no recollection of the journey back.

But you are happy they bathed and dressed you in a comfortable nightgown, tending to your ever needs and healing the scraps and wounds on your skin. Picking and pulling the splinters from your palms, scrubbing the blood, grime, and dirt off your chest.

Your eyes narrow attempting to fight off sleep.

Four girls gently escort you back to bed, tucking you into the sheets, folding a small cool rag and placing it on your forehead. A gold bell sits beside you, placed on a nightstand where you could easily reach out for. A bin is on the floor beside you as well, you thank them knowing there was something you could easily turn to.

The night was rough.

And your fever rose.

Your body trembles in the sheets, your achy muscles pester your sore lower portion of the small of your back, you lean over, hunched over the mattress. Your body violently lurches forwards, with you stomach clenching, tears prick out from the corners of your eyes.

It hurts so much.

Melody rubs small circles on the small of your back; humming to herself soothing you. "I should get the King, he's been wanting to see you-"

"No." You cough, sternly your eyes narrow at the young girl. "He shouldn't see me in this state, I'm weak, tired, and sick. His presence wouldn't help." You swallow dryly. Eyeing the dagger resting neatly on your nightstand, you feel a hand reach out to rub small circle around your wrist.

Nodding in understanding Melody wipes your forehead, "Will you be alright?"

You give her a quick smile, just wanting to be alone, "Yes, go rest. I'll be fine." Melody pushes herself off the mattress, checking a final time your temperature. "I'll be back in the morning with tea and light crackers, sleep well your majesty."

As the door closes shut you lay down slowly into the pillows, careful of your sore belly, and attempt to drift off into sleep. The window blows cool air into your room, the lace curtains dance throughout the night as the moonlight shines on your face. You eventually drift feeling a lot more better then you were previously. Your stomach howls, growling at the emptiness it pained. Your head still felt dizzy - lightheaded and fuzzy -, even with your stomach empty you could still feel the linger of nausea, the sour taste on your taste buds. It's nearly bearable.

Nearly.

Surely not as terrible as an hour ago.

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You are running through the woods, heavy footsteps follow closely behind you. You are screaming, well, you think you are. Your mouth opens in a large 'O' but no sound escapes. Just the sound of the deep huffs and grunts of the creature behind you chasing you. You scream out for Bakugou, you don't know why.

You have no idea why you'd scream out for his help, but it wasn't like he was any help. You are running circles, the same three berry bushes pop up ever forty-five seconds on your right.

Every corner you turn you see Bakugou, cheering and laughing.

It's all just a game. Some sick kill the queen culture.

You keep screaming.

Until a hand covers your mouth, silencing you. Your eyes shoot wide open, staring into a pair ruby red eyes, you subconsciously reach out for your dagger and press it to his throat.

"Don't do something you'll regret,"

"How do you know I won't regret it?"

He remains quiet, for the first time in forever it seems. Your grip on the blades handle loosens, his gaze moves to your lips. Only for a second. Then back up to your E/C eyes, "You were screaming."

You arch a brow, "Nightmare."

You realize the dagger is still pressing on his neck, pulling away you drop it to your side. Your eyes wondering to the ceiling above you in attempts to run away from his wandering gaze. The silence is awkward between the two of you, his forearms cage you in.

"Why are you here?"

"I said you were screaming - I wanted to check up on you."

"I-I'm fine,"

His arms are strong. Firm and deadly. They cage you in like a wingless bird, what do you say now. Your stomach clenches again, but not because you were nauseous - the feel had already subdued with sleep. It's the fact that you husband, who also happened to be very handsome was hovering over you. "You should leave." You state firmly, unable to look at him.

He's quite.

The only sound you can hear is the howling wind from outside as it hits the curtains of your balconies window.

"How are you feeling?"

It's an odd question coming from him, "I'm fine. I- feel better."

"I don't believe you."

You're taken aback left babbling between words, "I feel better, no thanks to you and this kingdom's parliament. You entered my cambers without my consent and I'd like you to leave - immediately."

His hands press harder onto the mattress before shifting his weight onto the headboard above you, "You're a feisty little one, even when you're burning with fever though I suppose it is going down. You fell into my arms, remember?"

You laugh with delight, "It was either you or the gravel beneath me. And I will not fall onto the ground below you at your feet. If you're here to pick a fight then you are mistaken. I do not have the strength nor patience to deal with you." The words came spitefully out of your mouth, trailing away from your lips. He smirks above you, eyeing you from below.

"Lets get things straight here, I came to check on my wife-"

"Spare me your savior complexities for a later dat-"

You feel his hand move down to your cheek, his knuckles just barely grazing over the soft skin and relaxing at your throat; "Your skin is so soft." His palm gently tightens, "I didn't want this. This marriage was a truce, a trade. To stop the war on the northern fronts we needed each other - our kingdoms." He let's go of your throat, your heart is beating so fast you can barley catch up.

"Tomorrow you will see your people, they want to spare a glance at their new rightful Queen. The real party is tomorrow, you'll meet your soldiers the day after on the outskirts." He says fixing his hair, you push yourself up from the mattress, "We're going to the outskirts?"

"Yes, I have people, things you need to meet."

"What things?" You ask, watching as he turns his back to you ready to leave your room. He looks back at you through your mirror, smiling hiding the glint of mischief behind his smirk, "You're the Queen of dragons now,"

You nod slowly at his inclination. Wondering where the conversation would lead to.

"You have to meet your children."

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