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"π¨ππππ" (Aemond x Reader)
A/N: I want to first say. I STRUGGLE with writing dialogue in different periods. So if I make this into a fic it is going to take me so long because I will have to read other people's stories and rewatch the show so the dialogue can be somewhat realistic. Hopefully, I do well...If not. Don't tell me shit. I don't wanna hear it. // Divider by @firefly-graphics
Summary: You return with your family to King's Landing to defend Lucerys against your uncle Vaemond but he is not the uncle you worry about. Your mind is filled with the man you were once betrothed to what he will say when he sees you, and how he will act. You worry about how your Uncle Aemond will treat you after all this time.
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Tw: Oral Sex (f receiving)
Word Count: 5.4k (an absolute fucking monstrosity written in a couple hours)
"Would say it's nice to be home but I scarcely recognize it." Daemon hums slightly before walking around looking at every bit of the wall in disgust. Rhaenyra turns to you and your brothers. "I trust you three will stay out of trouble while we go visit your grandsire?"
Your brothers nod their heads as you all take your turn to look over what was once your home. It feels...darker than it did when you lived here, almost abandoned. If it was not for the servants walking around you would think it was.
Rhaenyra and Daemon walk away leaving you and your brothers.
"Come on. I want to see if that hole is still in the wall in the training yard." Luke rolls his eyes at the stupid memory which makes you smile. You follow after them as they try to recall the way there.
You don't listen to their conversation as Jace points out the hole that still remains. You can barely pay attention to anything anyone is saying. Your brain has been in panic mode since the moment you were told you would be returning here.
Scared to face your previous betrothed. You feel someone's hands wrap around yours and snap you out of your thoughts.
"Are you alright?" Luke says softly and looks at you worriedly. You nod and ruffle his hair with a smile.
"Im fine. Just...feels weird being back." He doesn't let go of your hand. You notice as he looks around at all the people staring at him and Jace. It had always been like this, people often compared you to your brothers in how different you looked. How you carried Targaryen features while they resembled Harwin Strong.
Unknown to you or your brothers at the time Rhaenyra and Laenor did truly try to conceive at least one trueborn child. But in the end, it was all too uncomfortable for them. It was only on their second try did they attempt it in another way. Laenor at first stayed in the room alone getting himself just before his peak so that when Rhaenyra came in all he had to do was empty himself inside of her. That one time resulted in you. The only child related to Laenor in both blood and name.
Jace comes and pulls Luke away to watch a fight you couldn't care less about. You walked around the yard looking at the various weapons laid out. You knew that you could fight far better than most of the men here, having been trained by Daemon himself.
Bored by the dusty swords and daggers you turn to watch the fight from the other side. Your heart dropped into your ass as you see the man before you.
He was tall...you always thought he would be. His hair sadly no longer carried those curls that once coiled around your fingers as he read to you. An eyepatch sat over his eye breaking your heart as you recalled the night.
"Get off of him!" "Stop it, Jace!" "Don't hurt him!"
You clamped your eyes closed wanting to fight off the painful memory. You were weak then, unable to help. You couldn't protect him in any way that mattered.
The claps of everyone around you had you opening your eyes once more. You watched as Aemond bested Criston in a duel.
"Well done, my prince, You'll be winning tourneys in no time."
"I don't give a shit about tourneys. Nephews...have you come to train?" You see the look on Luke's face and you feel bad for him. He and Jace had spent most of their time trying to learn High Valyrian and barely picked up a sword unless forced to. Aemond had clearly spent all his time training since the accident.
"Open the gates!" Everyone turns to watch as the guards open the gates and men carrying the banners of Velaryon walk in. You walk over to your brothers and hold onto Luke's hands as Vaemond passes by staring Luke down. Vamond's expression only softens as he looks at you and he offers you a warm smile.
The same smile he had given you at Laena's funeral as he took the opportunity to call your brother's bastards in such a sad time. You hear Luke audibly gulp and you try to soothe him by running your fingers over his knuckles.
"Let's go inside." You place a hand on Jace's back to calm him down as you notice the look of anger on his face at the sight of Vaemond.
As you turn to enter the Red Keep your eyes automatically land on Aemond who now wears an expression you can't quite place. His eyes are only on you and for a moment it feels like there's only you two but Jace is quick to step in front of your view and to give Aemond a look you can't see. Whatever it is has him turning around in anger and returning to sparring with Criston.
You walk with Rhaenyra and Rhaena towards Rhaenys.
"Grandmother" Rhaena calls out and basically runs over to her. You follow behind her.
"Rhaena..." Rhaena stands before her as Rhaenys holds her hand. You step beside her and Rhaenys looks over to you. She steps forward and places a hand on your cheek. "You two have grown beautifully." She kisses both of your cheeks.
"Baela said you might be here." Your mother comes closer, each step wary. "She's done well as your ward. You've um... raised her admirably." Rhaenys doesn't look over and keeps her eyes trained on both you and Rhaena.
"You honour me, Princess." Rhaenys smiles softly at Rhaenyra.
"Might I speak to the Princess alone, girls?" Rhaena looks to your grandmother almost for permission. She nods and lets go of both of you.
"Princess." Rhaena begins to walk away. You give your grandmother another kiss on the cheek before leaving.
Rhaenyra smiles at you as you walk away to join Rhaena.
"What do you think they're talking about?" You both look back once more before heading inside.
"I have no idea." You look at your mother who steps closer to your grandmother. Rhaene takes your arm and you turn to her. "Come. Let us go find the boys."
That night it rained and the sound of thunder filled your old chambers. His face filled your memories. His voice echoed in your ears.
"Can I kiss you Aemond?" Your fingertips ran over the dip of his lips as you imagined what they would feel like on yours."You never have to ask Princess."
You touch your lips at the memory of your first kiss. The only kiss you ever got to share with him. How soft his kiss was, how gentle he was. Your lips yearned for another kiss. Your body begs for his warmth and your heart breaks. It breaks at the memory of when your betrothal was cancelled when you knew the future you both talked about would never happen.
"How many children will we have?" Your head lay in his lap as he read a book, his fingers twirling your hair as you pick the petals of a flower. "As many as you are willing to bear me, Princess." You blush brightly which only brings a smile to his face. But your brain always knows how to ruin the moment as a new thought plagues your mind."Would you be angry at me if I had a girl first?" Aemond closes his book and looks down at you. "I could never be angry at you."
You sat up in your bed to the sound of a knock at the door. Your hands roughly smooth over your head pushing your hair back as if it wipes away the memories and dreams.
How can one live like this? How can one continue on in life like this? He is in every breath you take, every time you close your eyes his face decorates the darkness that you simply wish would consume you. You are reminded of him in every waking moment of your life.
Another knock comes to your chamber doors and you know you have no choice but to start your day. You sweat at the thought of seeing him again.
Will he keep to his words? Will he not be angry with you for being gone for so long? For not sending any letters? You did not want to find out. In truth you just want to stay in your chambers all day and sleep, but for the sake of Luke you would attend the hearing.
"The crown will now hear the petitions." Otto sits on the throne as his voice echoes throughout the hall. "Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."
Vaemond steps forward as everyone looks towards him. Everyone but Aemond. You can see him in the corner of your eye his gaze is focused on you. Never looking away, never taking a break.
You stand next to Daemon looking forward. Knowing that if you even willed your eyes to move it would land on him. And you couldn't bear to look at him.
"My Queen. My Lord Hand." Vaemond then goes on to talk about the history and the days of Old Valyria. You can't hear him, you can't hear anything once more over the beating of your heart.
"Iksis bisa iΔ qogror iΔ elekor?" [Is this a class or a hearing?] Daemon whispers to you. He notices your rigid stance and how you're taking in shallow breaths. He places a hand on your elbow and you look over to him. He gives you a look of "Are you ok?" to which you nod.
He returns back to staring Vaemond down hoping he will eventually burn holes into the side of his head and will fall dead where he stands but not everyone is that lucky. It is only then that he notices a one-eye fucker staring in his direction. He shifts his gaze and notices Aemond staring at you. Aemond can feel someone looking at him and looking towards Daemon before pressing his lips in a thin line and giving Vaemond his attention.
"As it does in my sons and daughter, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." You are snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of your mother's voice. You look over to her. "If you cared so much about your house's blood Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful hair." Vaemond holds a look of anger towards her. "No, you only speak for yourself. and for your own ambition."
"You will have a chance to make your own petition Princess Rhaenyra." You look towards Alicent. "Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Next to her, you see the smirks of both Aegon and Aemond. You know they enjoy this, seeing Luke be openly called a bastard.
Why are your brothers blamed and dragged through the mud for what your mother has done? Are they not innocent in their own conceivement?
Vaemond gives Alicent a slight nod before turning towards your family.
"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?" He speaks to your mother in a condescending tone. "I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it."
Your heart twinges for your mother. You feel conflicted all the time. On one hand, your brothers are indeed not blood-related to your father. But he had accepted them as his sons publicly no doubt. What could he have done for people to recognize them as his children? On the other hand, Vaemond proves a point in matters of blood. But is it not the last names people remember?
They both ride dragons, and they learn the tongue of the dragon. They are everything Targaryen but in matters of looks and blood. But that is more than enough for people to shun them. You want to side with them with your full heart, but how can you when you understand the opposition's points?
"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the andals and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
You look up in awe as you watch your grandsire slowly walk into the room. The only sound was the tapping of his cane against the floor. You had not seen him in so long, he looked so old and different. Hunched over and in pain.
You watch as he makes his way up to the throne and Daemon aids him. Otto moves over to stand next to Alicent and you can see the confusion and anger on his face. His plans are ruined and whatever chance he had at getting the Velaryons on their side is squandered.
"I must...admit...my confusion." Your grandsire breathes quickly as he tries to regain his strength. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession." You listen as he calls for your grandmother to speak.
You feel hot. This room feels hot. You pull repeatedly at the band on your wrist. A coping mechanism you developed when you felt so far away from everything. You snap the band against your wrist as you listen to your grandmother who only further pushes for Corly's wishes for Lucerys to be the next Lord of the Tides. You miss her announcing the marriage between your brothers and cousins.
You can't focus. He is still staring at you. You make the mistake of closing your eyes cause when you open them they are on him. You take in a sharp breath and stare back at him. Your heart feels as though someone is squeezing it, your chest heavy as if a dragon sits atop it. You want nothing more than to go over there but you keep your feet planted.
"That is no true Velaryon." You jump slightly looking towards your uncle as he angrily points at Luke. "and certainly no nephew of mine." Your mother tells your brothers to head to their chambers before attempting to silence Vaemond.
"You can not all be blind surely? To look upon both my grandniece and her sons and think they share the same father?" Everyone looks at you and for a moment you wish you could shrink into the walls, fade into the people behind you. "She even skips her daughter so that her son could inherit Driftmark when it belongs to my niece. She wishes to cover her tracks and erase my niece's future." You've never felt that way. You were never upset at your mother's decisions. Maybe you always assumed you'd end up with Aemond. "Gods be damned...I will not see it ended on the account of this-" Your eyes widen as you realize what he wishes to say.
You feel a heat radiate beside you and notice the body language of Daemon has changed. A hand rests on his sword as his head is cocked to the side.
"Say it." He whispers softly. Vaemond gives Daemon a smug look.
"Her sons...are BASTARDS! And she...is...a whore." Everyone gasps and you notice the heat beside you is missing. You watch as King Viserys unsheaths his dagger and calls for your uncle's tongue.
You then hear a thud and turn and see Vaemond's body hit the floor. His head was cut off at the mouth, his tongue still attached. Much happens in those moments but your eyes stay on Vaemond's body. It is only when your mother places a hand on your cheek you look away.
"Go with your grandmother. She might need comfort."
You stand next to Rhaenys, holding her hand as the silent sisters work on your uncle.
"Did you ever feel that way, little ocean?" You look over to her as her eyes are trained upon his seperated head. "As if your mother was trying to erase you?"
"No, grandmother. To be honest. I had always imagined myself living here, in the Red Keep." You looked around the room watching the sisters move slowly and carefully.
"Married to Aemond." Your quick to look back towards her she offers you a faint smile before turning to you. "Come back with me, to Driftmark. Your grandsire would love to see you and I have missed your presence." You nod, not caring to say that you should ask the permission of your mother and father.
The Grand Maester walks over and speaks. You stare at the body of your uncle once more. Is this justice? He called your mother a whore and your brother bastards...but was he wrong?
"The Stranger has visited me more times than I can count, Grand Maester." You feel her squeeze your hand. "I assure you, he cares little whether my eyes are open or closed." You watch as he leaves. "You should go, little ocean. Your grandsire wishes for you to eat with your family."
"Will you not dine with us?" You brush your fingers against her hand.
"I fear I have lost my appetite." She kisses your head. "We will take our leave on the morrow." You nod before leaving the room with a final look towards your uncle.
As you enter the dining hall your family is already there. The table already has its sides. On the right sit your mother and your family and on the left sit the Queen and hers. The separation hurts you and you wish you could do something about it. Mend it in whatever way possible. You would give your own life if it meant uniting your family.
Jacerys offers his seat so you can sit next to Baela and he moves to her other side. The switch puts you next to Aegon but you do not mind. He has never been one to bother you before, and only ever makes small jokes, which you would never admit to his face, can be funny.
"Mother?" Rhaenyra turns in her chair towards you.
"Yes, my heart?" She places a hand on your arm you smile at the name. Each one of you had one, Jace was often referred to as her love, Luke as her sweet boy, and you her heart.
"Grandmother has requested I return with her to Driftmark... I'd like to. To see grandsire, if that is all right with you." She smiles softly and brings your hand to her lips as she kisses it.
"Of course." You hear the doors open and see your grandsire being carried in. "We will talk more later. Go sit." You walk over to your chair and stand until he is placed in his spot.
As you walk over you look up and see his eyes on you once more. He stands at the head of the table watching you. You sit only when you notice everyone else does and clasp your hands together when Alicent calls for prayer. You've read about the Seven and know only as much as books taught you. You hear Alicent's prayer but you pray your own. You ask The Warrior and The Smith to give you strength, you beg for forgiveness from The Maiden for your thoughts and acknowledge The Stranger, for you both feel like outcasts in this world.
"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena." It is only then that you feel the weight of his gaze lift, as he looks at your brother on the other end of the table. Your grandsire calls for a toast to your brothers. He calls for another toast for Lucerys as the future Lord of the Tides.
"I also want to say. How beautifully my granddaughter has grown." You feel the eyes of everyone turn to you, and your mother smiles. Even Alicent gives you a genuine gentle smile. "Im sure by your next nameday we will have found a suitable match for your hand. Let us toast in hopes you will find someone deserving of you." Everyone raises their glass.
But it is only Aemond who does not. You watch as Aegon leans over you towards Baela.
"He does know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle. Where to put your cock and all that?"
"Let it be cousin," Baela responds clearly annoyed. Jace responds but you don't hear it whatever he says has Aegon sitting back down fully in his seat.
You stare forward as King Viserys makes a speech. You return to snapping the band against your wrist as you again feel the heat of his stare. Words are shared between the Queen and your mother before Aegon gets up and sets himself in between Baela and Jace.
"I, um I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask-" Jace bangs his hands on the table before standing up which leads to Aemond standing up as well ready to protect his brother if need be.
Aegon sits down quickly next to you. More speeches go on, too many speeches. You wish everyone would just shut up so we can all be done with this dinner. Either that or let us remove our masks and speak the truth. You have grown tired of this tension and fake genuineness.
You remain next to Aegon as food is brought out and Jace takes Helaena to dance. You can see the look on his face. He looks over your family with a sort of longing. Everything he has ever wanted on display in front of him.
"Would you care to dance uncle?" He looks over to you with a surprised look on his face. He puts down his cup and is about to put out his hand when someone clears their throat. You look over to the noise and see Aemond staring at the two of you.
"Not if I wish to lose my head." He picks his cup back up and returns to watching everyone. You look over to Aemond who only stares at you with no emotion.
You watch as guards walk over to your grandsire and take him away. You make a plan in your head to go visit him tonight to speak to him.
The mood is only spoiled as a pig is placed in front of Aemond. You hear the light chuckles of Luke and curse him in your head. You flinch as Aemond's hand bangs the table and he stands up picking up his cup.
"Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace...Luke...and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise..." And in that pause alone you feel that separation between families grow. "...strong. Come...let us drain our cups to these three strong boys."
"I dare you say that again." You tense as Jace speaks already being able to tell where this is going.
"Why? 'Twas only a compliment." Aemond lowers his cups and walks over to Jace. "Do you not think yourself strong?" Jace punches Aemond...or...attempts to. Aemond still stands unwavering and not a drop spilt from his cup.
Aegon grabs Luke who tries to walk over to help Jace and slams his head on the table. You stand up and walk over to Aegon and pull his hair, yanking his head back. He releases Luke and only smiles up at you. You put him in the same position he had your brother in, slamming his head against the table and holding him down until guards come and step in between you two.
You remain standing at the chairs as the sides are made once more. You stand somewhat in the middle. Jace attempts to run back over to Aemond but Daemon steps in front of him.
"Go to your quarters. All of you go now." Your siblings and cousins leave but you remain still standing in your spot. You watch as Aemond and Daemon stare at each other silently. Aemond then turns to you and so does everyone else, he looks at you and then hums to himself as he walks out of the room.
"Come little rogue." Daemon puts his arm out for you. You take his arm, your mother pats your cheek and you follow him out of the room.
You sit in your mother and Daemon's chambers caring for young Aegon and Viserys along with a couple of maids.
Your mother walks in and takes a seat next to Daemon.
"I will see the boys home. Then I will return on dragonback." She holds Daemon's hand.
"Just the boys?" He asks looking over at you.
"Grandmother has asked me to return with her and Baela to Driftmark." He nods.
"Head to bed rogue." You nod and stand up walking over to your parents. You kiss your mother's cheek and place a hand on her stomach before walking past Daemon and pulling on the small ponytail in his hair softly and leaving the room.
Daemon watches as you leave with a smirk on his face and waits until the door is closed to speak.
"Did you see the way he looked at her?" Rhaenyra is taken aback by Daemon's tone. He stands up and paces.
"Who, my love?" She rubs her belly as she watches her children play.
"Aemond." He scowls. "He's been looking at her since we arrived as if he wants to take her where she stands. Which is impressive since the fucker only has one eye." he sits back down.
"They were once betrothed Daemon. Before that, they were closer than any of the kids. They spent all their free time together." She smirks at her husbands's protectiveness. It didn't take long for him to see you as one of his own daughters.
"We should discuss her future marriage. Maybe it's time we start looking for a husband for her." Rhaenyra nods.
"We will speak to her about it when she returns from Driftmark. Vaemond was right about one thing...she is being erased...I had not realized I was doing that." Daemon took her hand and placed the other on her bump.
"That fucker didn't know what he was talking about. You are a great mother to her, and she has had no complaints about her inheritance." She knows he's right.
"Nonetheless. If there is one thing I can give her is a choice. She will decide who she marries. I would feel better knowing it's a man of her own choosing."
Your handmaids leave the room once you're finished being dressed for bed. You sit in front of your vanity staring at yourself.
When had you become someone you didn't recognize? When did you begin just walking the earth instead of living on it? When had you become so...lonely.
You walk over to the balcony and step outside. Pulling your robe tighter to your body against the cold air. You close your eyes and though you aren't sure who it is you are speaking to you beg them to help you. To bring you happiness and peace.
"Mandianna" You hear him from behind you. You turn around slowly and see him standing inside your room. You slowly walk in and close the balcony doors behind you, locking them.
"...Aemond..." You move to take another step to him but he raises a hand.
"For as long as I can remember you...Not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you." You take a deep breath as he speaks. "And now that you're here...I'm in agony." He takes a step towards you. "The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you...I can't breathe." He stops in front of you a hand on your cheek. "I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that that kiss will not become a scar." He lowers his head so he hovers just above your lips. "You are in my very soul, tormenting me...what can I do? I will do anything you ask."
You stare up into his eyes and feel drawn into them. You drown in them putting up no fight. Wanting to feel that darkness that has followed you all these years surround you.
"Kiss me." And he does and it is everything you've imagined. You give him full reign and kisses you with the same intensity that a drowning man comes up for air.
When he finally pulls away he admires your bruised lips and brushes the tears from your eyes.
"Aemond...I have grieved for what we could have been...so much time has passed. And our families have only grown farther apart." He kisses the side of your cheek.
"But what is grief if not love persevering?" He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you right against him as his eyes meet yours. "I have yet to meet another soul who is fluent in my language..but you? You are fluent in me." You place your hands on his chest. "Marry me. In the tradition of our ancestors. Let my blood become yours, and yours mine." You see the hope in his eyes.
"And what of our families?" They would never accept this." You try to pull away but he holds you tight against him.
"I refuse to sacrifice the one person who sees me for who I am for a family who barely sees me for the mask I wear." He leads you towards your bed and sits you down at the edge of it before sitting before you on his knees. "You are mine. You were always meant to be mine."
His hands trail up your legs as a smirk spreads over his face.
"Aemond. We can't." He pushes up your nightgown while kissing his way up your legs.
"I will not spoil you. I will only wish for a preview of what will be mine." He pushes your dress up all the way and pulls down your small clothes. He pulls your legs over his shoulder as he lowers himself in between your thighs.
He wastes no time drinking you up. His tongue tastes whatever he can, his nose brushing against your bud softly. His tongue stiffens inside of you as he finds that place his brother had told him about. It has you lying down covering your mouth.
"Ae-Aemond..." He moans against your cunt in pleasure at your moans of his name. "Please..." you're unsure of what it is you are begging for but whatever it is you know you need it.
He brings a finger to better rub your bud as he fucks you with his tongue. He can feel you clenching and watches as you're soon arching off of the bed holding on to his hair.
The feeling is unlike anything you've experienced. A large opposite from how dark you have been feeling. You feel lighter as if pent-up energy has been released.
He gives your bud one last kiss before walking away and returning with a wet cloth. He wipes his face first before gently cleaning you. When he's done you sit up and he sits next to you pulling you into his lap.
You feel how hard he is below you and move so your legs are wrapped around his torso. You grind down on him and he looks up at you holding on to your hips. The friction against your bud only builds back up that feeling in your stomach. You kiss Aemond as he continues to guide you so you're grinding down on him. He picks up speed his mouth agape.
Without saying anything you reach and pull the eye patch off of him. Aemond stops and looks away hiding his face. You place a hand on his cheek and turn him back to you.
"Gevie." You kiss his scar gently and admire the sapphire that replaces his eye. He returns to grinding you down on him lewd thoughts fuelling his actions. His breaths become louder and you even hear a gentle moan from him.
"Fuck~" you feel him stiffen beneath you. He presses his forehead against your chest pulling you flush against him.
"I will speak to my mother and even my father. If they say no. I will come for you and only then will I fuck you and mark my name into your wet cunt so that they will have no choice but to marry us."
He kisses you again. You taste yourself on his tongue.
"You say that as if the breaking of Princess' maidenheads has not been hidden before. They could easily give me to someone who would not care."
"To that...mandianna. I tell you that idiots are highly flammable...and we ride dragons..." He kisses your exposed chest.
"I say...let them burn."
A/N: This was for the girls who dream of marrying a prince and end up falling for the misunderstood villain.
I have thought of doing another part or turning this into a mini-series at least. But for now, this is just a one-shot.
Shoutout to the Star Wars Anakin monologue that fueled me to write this anyway.
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Things We Cannot Change
Dark Aemond X (Strong Niece Reader)
Warnings after the cut
Word Count: 1938
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Banners & Dividers by @arcielee
Based on THIS request
Warnings:: Reader's hair is brown. That's the only descriptor due to the request received, Breeding kink, Targcest, Virginity Loss. Mental abuse, mentions of canon deaths.
On your knees.
A place you thought you would never be, but alas here you are. On your knees looking up at the cold, cruel face of your uncle.
Once a boy you played with, read with, considered a friend. Now, he holds the life of your youngest brother in his hands. The only member of your family you have left.
"I ask you, Aemond-" He interrupts you with a cruel chuckle.
"King Aemond, my dear"
You cringe at the title. The war that ravaged both of your families put him on that throne. The thought of all you had lost made you sick.
"I ask you, your grace, to please spare my brother and I. There are so few of valyrian blood left." You keep your head bowed, your knees aching against the cold stone beneath them.
The both of you go quiet, you could still smell your mothers burning flesh, hear her screams as she was scorched and eaten alive in front of your very eyes. All for nothing, you thought. Your entire family is dead for Aemond to be the one to ascend the throne.
Your mother had been executed immediately, no court, no trial, just a woman and a dragon. Aegon II had demanded that you be executed as well, but luckily for you, he did not survive the trip back to the capital. Thus, your younger brother and you had been delivered to Aemond as traitors.
Followers of the false queen is what Aegon II had called you. Worthy of a public execution.
"On that front, we can agree bastard" He places his fingers delicately under your chin and tilts your face up towards him.
"I fear that dragon riders may become a thing that history boasts about if we are not careful in our decisions." He rubs his thumb gently across your bottom lip.
"So you and I shall marry, to preserve the bloodline," you audibly gasp at the absurd statement. You were now a mere strong bastard not fit to be queen.
"B-but your grace, I have been stripped of all royal titles. Surely I am not worthy to marry the King"
"You are not." he says curtly."But, preserving our dragon blood is of higher importance than that of courtly titles." He removes his hand from your chin and steps back, clasping his hands behind his back.
"The choice is yours, dear niece. Marry me or face the blade. If not to breed you, I have no further use of you."
You gulp audibly as your eyes begin to well. "I shall serve my duty to the realm your grace."
The betrothal was announced to the realm with mixed reactions. Some houses understand the reasoning others are very upset that a bastard would be queen and not one of their highborn daughters.
All concerns fell upon deaf ears because Aemond knew what he wanted, and he wanted you. As king, he would have exactly what he wanted.
Your life changed very little after the announcement of the betrothal. You were given chambers instead of being in the dungeons, but you were not trusted.
You were escorted everywhere you went, and the incoming title of Queen did little to garner you any respect.
Everyone knew what you were. A vessel to breed valyrian blooded babies and nothing more.
What was worse was the embarrassment.
Aemond made sure to embarrass you at any opportunity. He would have you serve him at meal times instead of servants. Pull his bath for him. Even perform his ridiculous hair care routine. All of it meant to demean you.
You had hoped that after the wedding, he would stop this disgusting showcase and allow you at least a modicum of comfort, but even in that thought, you were mistaken.
After the two of you had been escorted to your marriage chambers and left alone, Aemond ordered you to pour his wine and stand in the corner. Once again, as if you were a servant and the treatment had finally become too much for you to bare.
"I'll take the sword," you say after moments of silence have fallen between you.
"Pardon?" Aemond lifts an eyebrow and looks up at you.
"I will take the sword, i do not wish to live this way for years and years." You stand with conviction. "I ask only that you spare Aegon so that he might have children in the future."
Aemond chuckles and sips his wine. "The offer has expired, dear wife. You are mine now, to toy with as I please."
"I was kind to you!" The words almost echo throughout the room. The connotation is clear.
"You were." He simply nods and continues to look into your eyes, no clear expression on his face.
"Then why do you treat me like this? Like a-" You search your mind for the words but come up empty.
"Like a traitor? Because you are a traitor. You knew the laws of the world in which you live. You did not at any time attempt to talk my dear sister out of war, did you?" He stands up from his chair and stalks towards you.
"My sister Helaena took her own life, my nephews murdered in the cruelest of fashions." His breath is heavy as he glares at you with his one eye. "You were complicit in their deaths. How should i treat you?"
"As if I lost nothing? You killed Luke. You weren't complicit in it. You did it with your own hand!" You can feel your rage bubbling up in your chest and try to suppress it to no avail.
"You killed Rhaenys and Daemon. There is far more dragon blood on your hands than mine. " You regret the words as soon as you say them, expecting his wrath to be swift and harsh.
He clicks his tongue and looks away from you. "That may be true, but there will not be anymore dragon blood spilled by me. Least of all yours."
He walks toward you but stops when he sees you backing away from him and sighs. "There are things we can not change. The war. The losses we suffered." He continues to advance on you but moves much more slowly.
"Although I believe I can change this, your fear of me."
"I am not afraid." You attempt to sound convincing, yet the shake to your voice gives you away.
"Let me try," He says gently as he gets close enough to cup your face. "This needn't be a marriage filled with fear and hate. We are all that is left of the house of the dragon. Let us rebuild, together"
Your heart cramps in your chest at his words and soft demeanor. This is the Aemond you remember. The boy who was always gentle with you, kind. Not the monster who murdered your brother and countless others in a ruthless pursuit for the throne.
"I have known fear. I do not wish to spend the remainder of my days being the cause of yours." He presses his forehead to yours and kisses the tip of your nose.
"Will you stop? The public shaming?" A tear trickles down your cheek at the thought of continuing to live in this manner. The abuses mounting, the shame unbearable.
"Yes. twill not happen again." He takes your face in his hands and lifts until your eyes meet. "This i swear."
He gently kisses your cheek where the tears have started to fall.
"We have all shed enough tears for a thousand lifetimes." He wipes a tear from your other cheek with his thumbs. "No more."
He pulls you close to his chest, gently swaying from side to side. "Shhh." He tries to comfort you as he strokes your hair.
He very softly brings his lips to yours and whispers. "Let me be more than the monster, I implore you."
You press your lips to him in desperation. Do you love him? No.
Will you ever truly trust or forgive him? Most likely not, but you want to feel something. Anything other than the dull ache that you have carried in your chest since the day Luke died.
If Aemond was aware of your true feelings, he did not let on. He reciprocated your neediness with hungry kisses of his own before lifting you and carrying you over to the bed chamber.
"I always wanted you to be my wife," He admits between kisses. "Always"
You choose not to respond, instead pulling at his clothes. He drops you down onto the bed and rucks up your skirts. Pulling your small clothes down quickly.
"Close your eyes," He whispers huskily, kissing up your inner thigh. You comply with his demands, closing your eyes and turning your mind off. Surrendering entirely to the physical sensations you are experiencing.
He brings his hand to your heat, pushing you open before bringing his tongue down upon you. The feeling is overwhelming at first, and you can't help but cry out.
He tightly grips your thigh as he nudges his nose against your clit, running his tongue along your tight entrance. Never before have you felt something like this and as if your body is controlled by an invisible force your hips buck up towards his face.
He chuckles and grips your hips, holding you in place. "Patience my love, patience" He circles your clit with his tongue, the gentle flicking driving you to near madness.
"Oh gods," you bite your bottom lip as an unfamiliar pressure builds up in your lower stomach. "Aemond!" You clench at the bedsheets beneath you, the breath tight in your lungs as a searing fire moves throughout your entire being.
"Gods!" You arch your back as the feeling hits a peak before dropping back on the bed, your breath coming out in short huffs.
Aemond chuckles as he removes his breeches his hard cock slapping against his stomach. "Im going to fill you with my babes and everything will be better."
He moves on top of you prodding your entrance with the tip of his cock. "Hold onto me, this may hurt for just a moment" He warns, gentleness in his voice.
You head his warning, wrapping your hands around his back, as he begins to push into you, the stretch painful, not excruciatingly so but shocking nonetheless.
"eeeek," you can't help the slight screech that escapes your throat.
"Shhhh, it is alright." He comforts while he continues pushing into you until his hips meet yours.
"Are you alright?" He asks, his breathing labored.
You are ok. The pain, the fullness. It is something, and after so long of feeling nothing, the something, even if it is pain, is relieving.
He thrusts his hips against you, steadily increasing his pace. "You will be with child soon. We will be happy then, " He huffs.
You close your eyes and hold his head to you as he buries his face in your neck gently kissing at the sensitive skin there, and for the first time since the war began you feel calm.
His grip on you tightens as he buries himself to the hilt in you again. "We will be happy. we will" he grunts into your ear as the pressure once again builds up in your lower stomach.
As the two of you reach your peaks together, trembling and smiling you allow yourself to believe.
Even if just for a moment. That he is right. He is telling the truth.
That even after so much death and loss, the house of the dragon can stand tall and be happy once again.
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The Void of the Sky
[ canon β’ Ettore x doctor's assistant β’ female ]
[ warnings: dubcon, sex content, smut, angst, domination kink, aggressive behavior, rape attempts, violence, swearing, unprotected sex, description of wounds ]
[ description: Ettore decides to take part in a space experiment from which he guesses he will never return. Already on the ship, his attention is drawn to a young girl who turns out to be the assistant of the fucked-up doctor Dibs. Obsession, self-destructive behavior, verbal and physical aggression, sexual tension. ]
Author's note: This is my first story with Ettore, which was inspired by a request, it was supposed to be just a oneshot. This was very strange and disturbing to write, let me know if you would like further parts describing the story of this couple!
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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He already knew this when he sat in this fucking ship, when he saw her in front of him β her tired, terrified gaze, her resignation, her fear. She looked at him as if believing that no matter what he had done in the past he understood her and what she was experiencing, that they were going through what was about to happen to them together.
What they were doomed to.
They glanced at each other all the way to the space station from which they were to fly away never to return. He watched her wordlessly β her long lashes, her pleasantly rounded cheeks, her plump, puffy lips glistening in the disturbing blue light.
He thought, looking boredly around the ship at the other female faces, that if he had to choose which one he would fuck first, he would choose her.
She was pretty, her figure girlish, she seemed fragile to him β he decided that he would easily squash her to the mattress or the floor, one or two punches of his fist on that soft face and she would let him do to her whatever he wanted.
He knew that, like him, all the crew members selected for the mission were criminals sentenced to life imprisonment and he wondered what such an inconspicuous person could have done.
Perhaps she was not as vulnerable as she seemed to him at first glance.
He grinned involuntarily at the thought, deciding that he needed to find out.
How much force he would have to put in to get her to finally stop resisting him, whether he would have to hit her face with his fist until she lost consciousness, making her look like a squashed tomato, or whether it would be enough for him to choke her a little, ordering her to shut up the fuck.
He sighed quietly, tilting his head back, feeling a pleasant pulsing in his cock at the thought, recognising that sooner or later he would put his plan into action.
He was patient.
As it turned out, she wasn't a regular crew member, but an assistant to Dr Dibs, that dumb whore playing God, who on top of that announced that there was a complete prohibition on sexual intercourse on the spaceship.
He would come into their office to give his sperm just to look at her; while Dr Dibs was sitting over the microscope, apparently selecting the most fertile ova, she was writing something, obviously taking notes, always looking at him when he came in β he would grin involuntarily, wondering if she had heard the smack of his hand against his balls while he was jerking off.
As he left, handing Dibs the vessel, he always looked at her, but she no longer bestowed a single glance on him, frustrating him.
"I want my treat." He growled in her direction, wishing she would bestow at least one fucking look on him and not act like a spoiled little bitch, but it was Dibs who would give him the pill, which he would immediately put in his mouth, not taking his eyes off her as he left.
He knew she sensed what he wanted to do to her and was prepared for it.
It was a simple, animal, primal need.
He could satisfy it with anyone or by himself, but he always came back to her anyway.
To his displeasure, it turned out that her position for some reason came with additional privileges, such as a separate cabin in which she slept.
She did not have to clean or tend the garden, her duties being limited to taking notes, treating wounds and overseeing the energy system of the entire spaceship.
She was the opposite of Dr Dibs and her cool sociopathy β he knew that on several occasions she had helped the female part of the crew to get rid of the unwanted effect of her experiment.
Once, while wiping the floor on his knees, he witnessed Dibs slap her, apparently realizing that she was acting behind her back.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Don't you ever do that again. Do you understand? Your job is to make reports." She hissed, digging her finger into her chest β she snorted under her breath, staring at her with pity and moved ahead.
"You will never become a mother." She said calmly, walking past him, throwing him one intense look before disappearing behind the door of her cabin.
He watched her like a predator, her routine, her habits β he knew exactly her schedule, hours and days of the week when she replaced Dibs in her duties.
One day, knowing that she would be alone and the rest of the crew were busy with their tasks, he left the garden and headed for her office, deciding that this was the day.
He stood in the doorway without making a sound, simply looking at her, her back turned to him, bent over some pills which she was obviously sorting.
He approached her silently, his large hand muffling the scream of surprise that broke from her throat β he cursed loudly as she, with a swift, sure movement, stabbed his arm with a scalpel which she apparently had hidden in the pocket of her medical apron.
He let her go, enraged, pulling the blade out of his arm with a hiss and slapped her across the face with all his might. She fell to the ground as if stunned and stupefied β with a brutal movement he flipped her onto her back and crushed her with his body, trying to slide down his trousers.
"β don't you fuckin' dare β" He growled, grabbing her quickly by the wrist in which she held another scalpel. He snatched it forcibly from between her fingers and threw it far to the floor with a clang of steel, his hands quickly searched her pockets for other sharp objects β he grinned under his breath as he felt a razor blade under his fingertips.
"β I see you've prepared well, hm? β like to struggle a bit first? β" He asked with some kind of amusement while she drew in the air loudly and slammed him on the head with her forehead using all her strength β he growled with rage and punched her in the face with his fist, clenching his fingers on her cheeks, a big red bruise under her eye.
She didn't scream or lash out, she just looked at him, breathing hard, trying to push him away β he wondered how there was so much fucking strength and will to fight in such a small petite being.
"β Ettore, for fuck's sake β use the box β" She growled angrily, feeling him rub his swollen erection between her thighs, an impatient, loud sigh of pleasure escaped his lips.
"β I prefer your cunt β tight and warm β" He gasped as he grabbed the material of her panties with an aggressive, sure motion of his fingers, ripping them off in one violent stroke β she surprised him when she lifted herself up and bit his cheek as hard as if she wanted to bite off a big piece of his skin.
"β FUCK β FUCK β LET GO, YOU FUCKIN' WHORE! β" He groaned hitting her on the head with his open palm β he heard a scream behind him a moment later, Dibs and Monte ran into the office, dragging him away.
She was lying on her back breathing heavily, looking at him and shook her head disapprovingly, as if he was a small disobedient child, her lips red with his blood.
"β let him go, Monte β" She said softly, adjusting the material of her skirt, Dr Dibs helped her up and looked at him tightening her lips, her brow furrowed in disapproval.
"β fucking animal β you're prohibited from using the box for five days β" Dibs ordered, and he snarled under his breath, pulling himself out of Monte's grasp and left, calling her a stupid old cunt under his breath, rubbing his sore cheek.
Small wounds in the shape of her teeth remained on his face for the next few days, making him realize that the matter would not be as easy as he thought.
She was unpredictable.
Just like him.
He would annoy and provoke Monte and Tcherny to get into a fight with them only to have them beat the crap out of him, and he would end up at her door with cut lips, bruises and other injuries that she was obliged to take care of.
She did this, but she always strapped him to the doctor's chair first, tightening special black belts around his wrists, attached to the whole structure at the sides of his body so that he couldn't touch her.
His manhood throbbed greedily in his trousers as she leaned over him, her face calm and focused, sad, her hand holding cotton swabs soaked in antiseptic liquid to gently wash his swollen, sore wounds.
She never used latex gloves, as if she was thus allowing him at least a little intimacy, the touch of her naked body.
He pressed his cheek to her palm, closing his eyes, and she froze for a moment, letting him feel the warmth and softness of her skin β she smelled of soap, her fingers long and delicate, made only for admiration, not defence.
He sighed when she stroked his cheek with her thumb, not opening his eyes β he could feel her looking at him, her warm breath enveloping his face.
"You have to stop." She said quietly, but her soft fingers didn't stop brushing his face. They ran over it like a map, touching his mouth, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, jaw so gently and tenderly that he just fell asleep β he thought he felt her warm, moist lips pressed against his forehead for a moment.
When he woke up, he was already unstrapped, there was no one in the office.
Eventually he began to come to her for no reason, circling around the doctor's office pretending with curiosity to look at what stood on the shelves and in the cabinets β he saw out of the corner of his eye that there were always a few scalpels lying next to her on the desk, just in case.
"You shouldn't be here." She sighed, bent over her notes as usual. He hummed under his breath, glancing at one of the containers filled with pills β he shook it, and they clattered loudly inside.
"You don't take part in these fucked-up experiments of Dibs. You don't use the box. Why?" He asked casually, putting his hands in the pockets of his red trousers, turning and heading towards the gynaecology chair, looking at it intrigued.
"I prefer the touch of my own hand. It's soft and warm." She replied calmly, writing something down quickly.
He glanced at her over his shoulder, wondering whether or not she would have had time to grab a scalpel in her hand if he had stepped behind her and knocked her over along with the chair.
"What about the touch of someone else's hand? Hm?" He grunted, heading towards her, but she stood up; he stopped seeing that her hand immediately reached for the blade and clamped down on it confidently, her breasts rising and falling in accelerated breath.
"No." She said warningly.
"I think about it every day, you know? About what I would do to you, how wet your pussy would be for me. Cuz I know you're wet now. Always lookin' at me with those big fuckin' puppy eyes." He muttered, making another attempt, walking forward with a slow, lazy step, her hand holding the blade raised.
"Put it the fuck down. We'll do it either your way or my way. No third option. Take of your panties. C'mon." He encouraged her with a nod, not pulling his hand out of his trousers, his swollen, throbbing cock clearly outlined against the material of his pants.
She stared at him in disbelief, breathing loudly β he bit his bottom lip seeing that she lowered her hand slowly, her gaze scared and distrustful, full of doubt.
"We'll do it my way." She mumbled quietly.
"Fine." He replied indifferently, feeling that he was completely hard, waiting for her move.
He watched as she flicked sheets of paper off her desk with her free hand, sitting down on it, still holding the scalpel in her other hand.
"Come." She said softly, spreading her thighs wide β he approached her, without asking pulling her shoes off her feet, sliding the material of her underwear off her thighs, his movements confident and swift.
He stood in front of her, with a nimble flick of his fingers releasing his swollen, throbbing erection from under his trousers and drew her to him, putting his arm around her waist β she placed her hand on his chest, her lips parted slightly, her gaze hazy and dark, her body trembling in his embrace.
"β don't be brutal β take it slow β" She muttered in a shaky voice, and he only snorted under his breath with a grin, recognising that he had waited so long for this that he could actually enjoy the moment, feeling that he wouldn't last long anyway.
He grasped his manhood in his hand giving it a few sure, quick squeezes and guided its pink, thick head against her entrance, glistening from her wetness in the red light.
They both sighed as he began to push into her, doing so at an agonising pace from which they both closed their eyes, her fleshy insides hot and tight, pulsing all around him, sucking him inside.
"β ah β yes β" She whispered and he licked his lips, forcing her to fit it all in with deep, slow thrust of his fat cock, his large palms digging into the pleasantly soft skin of her plump buttocks as she mewled from exertion.
"β fuck β" She mumbled, obviously surprised by his size and how shocking the sensation was after such a long period of sexual abstinence, his manhood all sticky with her moisture.
She put her arms around his neck as he slid out of her slowly almost all the way, only to sink again into her warm walls with a calm, unhurried motion of his hips, both of them watching as his swollen length spread her wide open.
"β fuckin' knew it β just look at it β such a perfect little pussy β" He purred out delighted with the sensation, never having done it this way before in his life, his cock twitched all over with pleasure deep inside her, making him know he wouldn't last long.
Although he could just take what he wanted, he liked what he felt, the heat and tension wonderfully filling his lower abdomen each time the thrust of his hips forced him inside her warm, pulsing core again.
He pressed his forehead against hers when he heard her first shy moans, running his lips over hers, puffy, moist and soft, not giving her full kisses, speeding up suddenly, their naked bodies smacking against each other with loud, sticky splats.
"β oh God β" She whimpered, stroking his neck and cheeks. She burshed his lips tentatively, looking up at him with dreamy eyes as his cock slammed deep into her delicate body again and again β he grabbed her by the hair with one hand, tilting her head back with a brutal movement of his arm.
"β when you need to fuck, you will come to me β if I catch you touching yourself, you'll suck my cock until you start chokin' on my cum, that's how many times I'm going to come down your throat β got it? β" He exhaled in between sure, deep, aggressive thrusts, his cock rooting into her faster and faster with loud slaps of his naked thighs against her buttocks, barely slipping out of her β he felt her clench hard on him at his words, giving him a wonderful squeeze from which he groaned low.
"β y-yes β" She mumbled, responding to his thrusts by bucking her hips out towards him β he snorted, smirking spitefully, somehow impressed by her devotion, his thighs all sticky from her moisture.
"β that's my girl β fuck, 'm close β" He gasped in delight, pounding into her like mad, the tips of his fingers digging into her hot, firm buttocks.
"β n-no, not inside me! β" She mewled out but he closed her mouth with his, forcing his tongue deep into her throat, muffling her moans, clamping his hands firmly on her ass so she couldn't escape him, cumming with a loud sigh of relief, his warm semen spilling deep inside her.
She cried out in rage and slapped his shoulder, clenching her eyes shut, coming hard on his cock. He felt convulsions run through her whole body, her walls began to clench against him and suck him inside β he kept pounding into her for a while with sloppy, messy thrusts of his hips.
He pushed her closer to him with a brutal gesture, embracing her around the waist, his other hand holding her hair so that her puffy, sweet lips didn't pull away from his, kissing her lazily for a while longer, continuing to rock inside her with the lewd click of their shared moisture.
He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard, looking at her with curiosity and satisfaction, thinking that perhaps they would find common ground after all.
"β see you tomorrow β and no fuckin' touching β"
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TLK Christmas - Christmas with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth
"Our first Christmas in our own house." Osferth says softly. "Which built ourselves." Sihtric grins proudly. "Actually, it is my house." Finan tells them firmly.
Uhtred had granted the Irishman a generous lot of land at Coccham to build a new house on, and Finan couldn't do without the three of you. And he couldn't have done it without you, either.
"We are invited to feast in Uhtred's hall." You remind your men. "We'd much rather feast on you." Sihtric grins. "Christmas is supposed to be a period of prayer and abstinence." Osferth tells him. "Good thing I celebrate Yule, then." Sihtric replies.
He pulls you into his embrace. "Means more for me." He nuzzles his face into your neck.
"Oh no no no, you are not getting her all to yerself." Finan protests. "But you are supposed to pray and abstain. The Baby Monk just said so." Sihtric retorts, smirking against your neck.
"I will be sure to tempt him plenty." You say. "Oh it will be a joy to see him try to resist." Sihtric adds.
"And what about me?" Osferth pouts. "Will you resist, too?" You cooe. Osferth flusters darkly. Gods you adore how shy you can get him with just a few words.
"I don't think he will." Sihtric purrs. He lets you go and instead goes to Osferth, to attack the monk's throat with nose and lips. It swiftly reduces Osferth to whimpers and whines.
Finan turns to you. "Now how about you explain this Yule thing to me." He winks at you. You roll your eyes and take him by the hand.
"Come, Uhtred is expecting us to pick up a barrel of wine to mull. And those two look like they will be busy for a while." You nod to Sihtric chasing Osferth to the loft, to the bed.
Finan looks down on you, smiling gently. He gives your hand a squeeze. "Mulled wine it is, then." He agrees. "Oh and how drunk we will get." You cooe. "So very fuckin' drunk." Finan agrees.
You draw him out of the house you built together, into the snow.
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"Under Garden and Calicos"
Aemond Targaryen x Reader
*PG/Fluff/Angst(kinda)/No warnings necessary*
You find your beloved feeling lowly after an accident he caused .
Upon his hilt
His hand doth stood
Pondering, thinking
About what he could
About what he couldn't
He'd never have thought
About what he did
About his guilt
To slay his own
Death to them bring
To be known for killing
Someone that should have been loved
By him
A sigh did follow
A shake of his knee
Of quiver of his lip
"Gods be with me" thought he
Upon the inside wall
In the inside of a garden
You finally spot him, and you did call
Barely visible, he sat in shadow
The rain be pouring
The thunder clapping
Upon your way
The lightning roaring
Up you lifted
Your silken dress
From he who sat there, miserably
To you, It was gifted
He sat their sullen
You reached his side
Behind the rose bush
He did hide
Tears streaming upon his face
One reflecting
His own disgrace
The salt in the wound no longer stung
Himself a monster, he did fear
Upon this news you did revere
"Come now,"
You spoke, to dear
"You know the depth
Of yourself, it's true
But as someone who loves you,
I know you too.
You're hardened on the outside
To protect your heart
But you're kind on the inside
Your soul is art.
The glow of the sapphire
Comes from deep inside
Your soul is warmth
Your soul is light
I pray thee, do not weep
It hurts to see thee
Make such a peep
I know a way, to fill you up with glee,
As I can reassure you
You are more than life to me
There's is nothing I can say
No words to express such trust
Except dear love, how I do feel
The sunshine in the face
And the clouds in your hands
I see the ocean in your hair.
So kiss me now and here we'll stay
We can grieve and cry
Another day."
And there you stat,
The rain did drizzle
The rain did drop
But upon your kiss
The rain did stop
The sun came out
And the birds sang hark
You smiled at the song
Of your beloved lark
He held your hand
Your knuckles did kiss
You felt your hearts
Create your own land.
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MASTERLIST PART 3
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EWAN MITCHELL (actor)
-> in need of a heir by @thoughtβbubble
-> a cursed place by @sapphire-writes π
-> devotion by @babyblue711
-> glass cuts deepest by @flowerandblood π§οΈ
-> the softest whisper by @flowerandblood π§οΈ
-> Behind the scenes by @neptuneiris π§οΈβ€οΈβπ₯π€°βοΈ
-> itβs the things we love most that destroy us by @valeskafics (hunger games au) π§οΈβ€οΈβπ₯π
-> articulate by @ valeskafics (hunger games au) β€οΈβπ₯
-> reunion by @fioiswriting ππ§οΈβ€οΈβπ₯π€°
-> the Great War by @cvspians π§οΈ
-> the last of the dragons by @undertheorangetree β€οΈβπ₯π€°π§οΈπβοΈ
-> how long can we be a sad song by @namelesslosers π€°π§οΈ
-> little wolf by @ valeskafics β€οΈβπ₯
-> twisted love by @e1e4n0r5 β€οΈβπ₯
-> napoleonville by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew β€οΈβπ₯π§οΈππ€°
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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN (ACTOR)
-> not my code by @erinkeifer β€οΈβπ₯π§οΈπ
-> parts of the truth by @anakinsgirlfriendreal π€°β€οΈβπ₯π§οΈ
-> as fate would have it by @luminoustarlight β€οΈβπ₯
-> ask nicely by @little-miss-vader β€οΈβπ₯
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CHARLIE HEATON (Actor)
-> What happens in the dark roomβ¦ by @byersbootyshorts β€οΈβπ₯
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AZRIEL SHADOWSINGER (Acotar)
-> princess by @azrielslightintheshadows π§οΈ
-> I fell for you by @ azrielslightintheshadows π§οΈ
-> practice on my by @acourtofwhatthefuck β€οΈβπ₯π§οΈ
-> Whatβs life without a challenge by @writingcroissant β€οΈβπ₯
-> as a trophy by @ writing croissant π§οΈβ€οΈβπ₯π
-> no going back by @serpentandlily π§οΈ βοΈ
-> taken by @imaginesmai π€°
-> donβt act like you care now by @jswizzlewrites π§οΈ
-> canβt bring myself to hate you by @tadpolesonalgae β€οΈβπ₯π§οΈ
-> his world by @reverie-verse π€°π§οΈπβοΈ
-> just a little bit of your heart by @fieldofdaisiies π€°βοΈ
-> closure by @jeannineee π§οΈπ
-> betrayal by @clairebear08 π§οΈβοΈ
-> donβt let my down by @courtly-chronicles π§οΈ
-> get out by @sarahs-library βοΈ
-> youβre losing me by @starsxblazing π§οΈβοΈ
-> untouchable by @serpentandlily π§οΈ
-> last solstice by @ serpentandlily π§οΈπβοΈ
-> ringing in the new year by @amchapel ππ§οΈπ€°
-> trust by @redheadspark π€°π
-> midnight muse by @azsazz βοΈ
-> pushed to the edge by @stormhearty π§οΈ
-> never been good enough by @lure-of-writing π§οΈ
-> come back by @ azsazz π
-> just hold on by @ azsazz π§οΈππ€°
-> of nightmares & Memories by @shadowandlightt π§οΈ
-> before I say goodbye by @lanitalay
-> here without you by @readychilledwine π§οΈπ€°
-> fighter by @parkerslatte π§οΈππ€°
-> 400 years by @safetypinxtales β€οΈβπ₯
-> love lost by @hellcat8908 π€°π§οΈ
-> forced revelations by @ leafsandstarlight ππ§οΈ
-> more than this by @ lidiasloca π§οΈ
-> starlight by @ arrantsnowdrop ππ§οΈ
-> two sides by @ xreaderbooks β€οΈβπ₯π
-> forgotten by @ sarahs-library π€°π§οΈ
-> heavy weather by @ assassinsblade π
-> the shadowsinger and the inkbird by @ florencemtrash π§οΈπ
-> arrows & Ashes by @ assassinsblade π§οΈ
-> untouchable by @ serpentandlily π§οΈ
-> up the junction by @ tadpolesonalgae π§οΈπ€°
-> falling Star by @ feyreswaterybowels π§οΈ
-> scarlet-tipped secrets by @ angelshadowsinger π§οΈ
-> shattered by @ azrielwingspan π§οΈ
-> maddening by @ ellievickstar π§οΈ
-> small world by @ readychilledwine
-> time you take for granted by @ imaginesmai π€°π§οΈ
-> rainy season by @ thisblogisaboutabook π§οΈ ERIS MAINLY
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ERIS VANSERRA (Acotar)
-> betrayal by @clairebear08 π§οΈβ€οΈβπ₯βοΈ
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KANG YEOSANG (ATEEZ)
-> richboy by @ateezmakemeweep π€°β€οΈβπ₯
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I`m a wastrel, that much I`ve been told
Yet you`re here, by my side. Don`t deny,
Blood is thicker than water that`s flowed
Since the last time that I saw you cry.
Saw me strong, saw me weak, saw me crowned;
Though by now your eye must be sore,
Blood is hotter than fire that`s bound
To destroy our lives as they were.
It`s so tragic that we cannot choose
Those to cherish and those to damn:
Blood is redder than wine that I use
To forget everything that I am.
Yes, I`m useless, pathetic, unfit;
Yes, I`m hateful, or so I`ve been told -
Love is stronger than hatred when it
Comes to us, brother mine, is it not?
Not a single verse in more than a year, and here we go. Disaster boys got me good, apparently.
Apart from the Green siblings themselves, Tom Glynn-Carney and Ewan Mitchell, I`d like to credit for the inspiration @allyriadayne and @navree. Your amazing Aegon x Aemond content is... well, amazing.
#house of the dragon#hotd#aegon targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#aegond#aegon x aemond#aemond x aegon#green siblings#green brothers#hotd edit#hotdedit#aegontargaryenedit#aemondtargaryenedit#my poems
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A/N: ...i'm sorry...π₯²
Summary: The death of Luke takes it toll.
TW: Grief, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide,
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Word Count: 2.5k
(Not proofread, we die like men π«‘Im also just too tired I'll do it eventuallyπ€£)
Quiet.
It was so quiet.
He waited. Aemond stood at the foot of your bed waiting...he knew by the look in your eyes that you somehow knew what happened.
He waits for some sort of reaction. For you to scream or hit him. Something...anything. Your silence deafining feeling heavy on his eardrums. Giving his brain room to think and go over what happened.
He silently begs for you to say something. To snap him out of his thoughts, to help get the images out of his head. He can't bare it. Any of it. He can see the anger that creeps on to your face, the pain that is starting to bloom in your heart. Can he survive you hating him? You not loving him knowing what he has done?
What has he done?
He's not sure how long you both stay in that silence. He knows once the first words are spoken its gone forever.
Finally willing himself to speak he takes a deep breath, licking his lip.
"...Iksan vaoreznuni."[I'm sorry] That is all he says, all he can say. What else is there really for him to tell you? He killed your brother. The war has started and you are trapped here. If you weren't a prisonner before you sure are one now.
"Get out..." that is all you can bring yourself to say, and he needs to hear. Despite everything in him willing himself to stay, to fight it out with you in hopes you would forgive him by the end. He knows that ending is unlikely. He's gone and ruined everything between the two of you and for what? Revenge?
He turns and leaves your chambers, his footsteps not making a sound. Aemond would not return to his chambers that night but instead would spend his time until the morning drinking his fill. Trying to push the face of Lucerys Velaryon out of his mind. Guilt eating him alive.
He sat on the ground in the old chambers of the boy he killed.
His face painted his memory. The last look Luke had before he was torn to shreds by Vhagar...by him.
He had not meant to kill Luke. He only wished to scare him, to envoke the same fear Aemond had felt when Luke took his eye. When he was ganged up on by 4 children, his family. Aemond only ever wanted to be one of them. To train his dragon alongside his nephews and brother. But instead he was mocked and ridiculed for not having one.
He watched his father dote on his sister and nephews and ignore the family he had wanted. The sons he wanted. Though Aemond disliked his older brother he knew that the balme for the way Aegon turned out was his father's.
He chose to take another wife. It was his choice to sleep with his mother, a mere child at the time and plant his seed in her. He wanted to a boy to carry on his name and when he got one he casted them to the side and named Rhaenyra heir and "his only child.".
How was Aemond to feel? How could he not feel resentment. Nobody was here for him. Nobody breathed for him or walked this earth in his name. He had no one.
Luke had everything he had ever wanted. Love.
Hollow. That was the only way to describe how you felt. The void the death of your brother caused was not one that could easily be filled.
Morning came and you remained in the same spot Aemond had left you in. You ignored your handmaids as they came to prepare you for the day. You ignored the sounds coming from outside your window.
Your heart hurt, your chest was heavy. Lucerys was gone. He was dead. Your poor mother...and here you were. Of no use.
Tears pricked your eyes once more. You begged them not too fall. You could not bare crying again.
Your servants returned once again. Leaving a tray of food. They begged you to let them get your washed and dressed but their pleas fell on deaf ears.
You thought of every moment you ever shared with Luke. He was a sweet boy. He was your brother. The tears that fell burned your cheeks. That hole in your heart grew ever so slightly.
Your sobs filled your room.
You remained in that spot for the entirety of the day. Tears no longer falling, your stomach empty and throat dry.
You do not remember when Alicent had come in. You do not remember her giving her condolences or trying to convince you to eat.
You didn't see Aegon smirking behind his mother next to his grandfather.
You do however remember the gentle touch of Helaena. She sat next to your her hand on yours. She was never one for touch. But even she knew you needed it.
You were in an ocean of your own emotions. Sorrow. Pain. Loss. Grief. Agony. It was pure agony.
How could you go on? You feel the love still in your heart when you think of Aemond. You were digusted by it. You still loved him even after what he had done. All while you hated him.
You hated what he has done not just to look but to the two of you. How could you both move on now? How could you marry your brother's killer. The chance at happiness, the chance at the life you always dreamed of having with him were gone.
There was anguish in your throat, all the way up to your chest.
How could you save this? How could you reverse what he has done?
You do not know when you stood up. You don't remeber slipping on your robes and your shoes.
When had it gotten so dark outside?
You opened your chamber doors. Your emotions controlling your feet as you walked towards the chambers accorss from yours. The hallway empty and quiet. Where were the guards?
You opened the doors and stepped inside. You looked around everything where it was the last time Luke was here. You walked over to a chest near the fireplace and opened it. All of his toys sat inside. His drawings, his memories...but he was not here.
He was in the water...you had to get him back...he was calling you to come and get him.
You returned back to your chambers and found a quill and paper. Your final words. You wrote three letters. One for Aemond, one for your mother and one for Jace. You got dressed quickly in your riding clothes with an added black cloak.
You left the letter for Aemond on your bed.
You opened the door again and peered out. The guards still not there you walked over to a different room. Your mother's. You knew of the passages inside it. You had listened to many stories of her escapades. You left her and Daemon's letters in here. You knew they would eventually come and would find them.
Your body moved on its own. Every twist and turn. You did your best to move slowly and cautiously. As one turn brought you down another hall you heard a footstep.
Halting all movements you looked ahead. Narrowing your eyes wondering what it was. You prayed its was a rat or some sort of animal.
You see another person turn the hall. But who it is does not send you running. Helaena looks at you shocked.
What is she doing here?
She does not say anything but lowers the hood of her own cloak and walks up to you. You don't get the chance to say anything before she pulls you into a deep hug.
She knows. Of course she knows. She must have seen it and came to say goodbye. Helaena wouldn't stop you. She loved you too much to keep you here nor to alert anyone of your escape.
With a final kiss on your cheek she walks past you and makes her own way down the passages.
It took you a while to locate Vermithor but you managed. He was excited to see you but could feel the pain you felt.
You got settled onto his back and rubbed his scaly back gently. You knew where you had to go. Where you wanted to be.
The flight was smooth but long. The sun had finally rised. You knew it wouldn't be long before the castle would notcie your dissapearence. As you finally arrived you spotted something on the beach. Something dark and large. You landed near it and as you got close your heart only broke more.
Arrax's bloody wing was nestled on the sand. For what felt like the millionth time you cried. Touching the wing gently. Evidence of the crim that took place only a day ago.
Luke was here...you could feel it.
You sit on the beach, enjoying a last moment of peace.
It is quickly broken as you hear the screech of a dragon. You look up to see the giant body of vhagar approaching.
"Don't be afraid." You turn your head back in front of you in shock. Luverys stands there. His clothes drenched. "It will be alright."
He turns around and begins walking into the water. You could hear Vhagar getting closer and Aemond calling your name.
Wasting no time you follow after Luke. Your shoes pooling with water. Aemond's only gets louder as he finally lands and rushes to get unbuckles to get to you.
Panic sets into his chest as he watches you get deeper in the water.
He finally manages to get out of the straps and climbs down vhagar. He kept his eye trained on you still screaming after you as you got deeper in the water.
You had not learned how to swim. It was not a skill you needed.
But you did not fight it. You did not fight it when water pooled in your lungs. You did not regret the choice. It felt warm and right. You opened your eyes. The dark water surrounding you as you sinked deeper and deeper into its depths.
Far down below you, you could see it. You could see Luke. He was looking at you with a smile. This was right. This was what you needed. Peace.
As quickly as the Dance of Dragons started it ended. When word of your death reached the ears of Daemon there was no stopping him. He had already sent blood and cheese to avenge Luke. But now. Now he had to avenge you. His daughter.
Your mother lost any hopes of this being a peaceful war. Of their being no bloodshed. She had already lost two of her children through no decision of her own. The Greens had started this and The Blacks would end it in red.
Daemon gathered everyone he could. Whoever could ride a dragon did. Dragonseeds were located and were quickly taught to claim and dragon. Though some died in failed attempts enough suceeded. There would be no waiting. And when word reached of Aegon's party he threw in honour Aemond for killing Luke and starting the war it only made him happier for the pain Aegon would soon feel.
It was easier then they thought it would be. The amount of dragons no match for theirs. The most shocking part? Vhagar and Aemond were nowhere to be found.
The Blacks seized the castle by nightfall. By the morning Rhaenyra took her place on the throne, her fathers crown nestled on her head. Daemon had found your letters and both him, Rhaenyra and Jace read them and by the end their eyes filled with tears. Though against Daemon's judgement Rhaenyra spared Helaena. Though it would do no good. Helaena already wracked with grief would later that day throw herself from Maegor's Holdfast and die on its spikes.
Alicent would die begging her old friend. Claiming she still loved her and that she regrets her choices. Saying she had no other choice and that she only did what was expected of her.
The word Dracarys would be said three times that day. Alicent, Aegon and Otto were all sentenced to die. Rhaenyra would not kill a child though. She could not bring it in her to kill Maegor or Jahaera, the two had already suffered losing their brother. She would raise them as her own.
It wouldn't be until a week after her official crowning that word of Aemond and Vhagar were to delivered to her and her family during their meal. They were all on edge assuming the prince would be coming to burn them inside the castle.
But were shocked when they were told where he was.
Aemond had throw himself into the waters of Storm's End. He had tried to stay alive, hoping he could do good by yoru memory but it was all to much. The death of luke and now you had taken its toll. And all he wanted was to be with you.
The memory of him desperately trying to find you in the water. Trying to swim down but the instinct of survival making him swim back up. He repeated the process over and over until he simply laid on the sand.
He knew the blacks would be coming for his family now. And honestly? He could not bring himself to care. What had his family ever done for him. You were all he ever wanted and needed and he couldn't see that. There was never a need for revenge cause he had already won. He had you. You would've been married to him, spent the rest of your life with him.
How could he not see that victory? It was an easy choice. He could stay and die alongside his family or die where you were. So that's what he did, he joined you in the cold salty waters and felt the same warm embrace you did.
He had left a letter of his own. For his big sister Rhaenyra. Her hands were shaky as she opened the letter, the eyes of her family on her. Her eyebrows furred together as she began reading Her eyes pricked with tears and a sob escaped her lips as she read the first line.
"To Queen Rhaenyra."
The letter detailed how sorry Aemond was. For what he had done. He begged her forgiveness for the death of both Luke and you. He blamed himself for it all and wanted her to know he never meant for it. Rhaenyra would quietly thank her brother and prayed to the Gods that he was at peace now.
Rhaenyra was named the "The Black Queen." but also "The Merciless.". She would sit the Iron Throne and Jace after her. She would never be the same though, happiness never rteurned to her as she would dream of her two beautiful children every day.
Surrounded by clouds light and warmth. You watch. You watch your family continue on, to build, to heal. You watch with a smile.
On one side of you your brother's hand in yours as he shares the same smile. And Aemond's arms wrapped around your waist on your other side. This was peace. And you didn't regret it, not for a moment.
You were no longer in agony.
A/N: Finally finished!! I hope it wasn't shit to yall but i cried while writing this. Recently re read "Smoke, Fire and Ash" by @asumofwords and it made my cry and put me in this mood.
To be honest I always imagined reader dying in this. I just had different ways. One was her offing herself after Aemond dies above God's eye. The next option was Aemond killing her himself while drunk and blinded by pain then he would off himself when he woke up. And lastly was both of them dying together, sharing a final moment before commanding their dragons to kill them.
I did not imagine them having a happy ending. Ecspecially since reader was alwyas conflicted about her family. She did not know what side to be on, and the death of Luke would only make her more confused. So it was easier for her to just not be anything at all.
Anywho. That's it! I hope y'all enjoyed this. I do plan on writing a full Aemond x reader series but i gotta plan it out properly!
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She Brings The Darkness Pt. 2
Michael Gavey X (Goth Classmate Reader)
Warnings after the cut
Word Count: 1869
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Banners & Dividers by @arcielee
A/N: This was the winner of the 300 followers vote! Sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy! It was fun to see what you all wanted more of. Plus my bad for not getting this out before starting the next vote LMAO the timing was weird.
This is the sequel to THIS
Warnings: Swearing, Unprotected PinV Sex, Oral female Receiving. a little bit subby Michael, Whining Michael, Whimpering Michael.
Since your little rendezvous in the library, things had gone back to normal. You were yet again invisible, and Michael avoided looking at you at all costs.
You fight with yourself constantly. You had wanted Michael to leave you alone. That was the entire point, but now that he was, it was driving you crazy.
You find yourself seeking him out, in the library, the courtyard anywhere, really. Boring holes into the side of his head or back of his head willing him to look at you, yet he never does.
"Why am I like this?" You huff to yourself after yet again staring at Michael as he walked through the courtyard. "I am actually chasing Michael fucking Gavey" You rub your hands over your eyes and sigh.
Yet when your feet start moving again, they follow the path set forth by Michael. You can't seem to stop yourself from seeking him out.
When you round the corner, you smash directly into the cause of your ire.
"Why are you following me?" He asks sharply. "I was under the impression we came to an agreement."
You stare back at him speechless. He's right. What do you even say in this situation?
"I .... I ... ummm, " You scramble for words inside your head, but any sensical excuse seems to allude you.
Michael smirks as you stammer. "You don't want me to leave you alone now, do you?" He steps closer to you and tilts his head, trying to get a good look at your eyes. The eyes that were currently avoiding him.
"Hmmmm... seems I may have you hooked. " He chuckles.
Cockyness doesn't suit him, you think, or maybe it does?
"No. I'm not hooked on anything!" You protest with a little too much enthusiasm.
He lifts his eyebrows and smiles. "I've seen you outside of my dorm. Clearly, you know where it is. Meet me there tonight." Michael turns from you and walks away quickly out of sight as you stand there bewildered.
What the fuck just happened?
Michael walks away from you with a cocky stride, yet the moment he is out of view, he wipes his palms on his trousers and shudders.
"What am I to do if she actually shows up?"
The whole thing was his brother's idea. He had called him explaining what had happened between the two of you in the library and your subsequent behavior.
"She wants the dick Michael" His brother had said while laughing. "Give it to her."
It all seemed so easy when talking about it jovially on the phone but actually going through with it? That is an entirely different matter.
Michael was no virgin, thanks to the kindness of a sweet girl at his secondary school who wanted to get back at her cheating boyfriend, but he was far from experienced.
He had gone out and purchased condoms. Cleaned his dormroom and knew his roommate would be out tonight.
Everything is in place. Now he just has to wait and see if you actually show up.
Back in your dorm, you are in turmoil. Do you go?
You decide to go and convince yourself it is for one reason. To get the power back. Somehow, the power has shifted to Michael, and you can't have that.
So you rummage around your closet. The outfit needs to be sexier than last time. You don't want him to sweat, you want him to pass the fuck out. Forget maths. Something extreme. Something to tip the power back into your hands.
You pull out a red and black pleated miniskirt to match the red lacey bra and thong you already chose. With a silky red corset top.
This should do it. You choose a pair of black fishnet thigh highs with little red bows on the bands and strap up your docs.
You fix yourself up in the mirror and giggle, "Michael Gavey prepare to grovel."
You arrive outside his dorm room and stop at the door.
"Knock." You tell yourself, yet your hand doesn't move. "Fuckin knock!"
The door opens, and Michael looks at you with a curious expression and a half smile. "Having trouble then?" He opens the door wider to let you in.
You grit your teeth. Embarrassing yourself before you even stepped foot in the room was not part of the game plan.
"Michael." You turn to look at him attempting to put on your most seductive face.
He falters briefly, swallowing loudly before righting himself and falling back into the cocky boy persona.
It's a battle of wills.
"So why did you want me to come here?" You play with the collar of his shirt, bringing your fingers dangerously close to his neck. You can see the goosebumps cross his skin, but he plays it off so well.
"So we can discuss the ....... situation we have going on. " You cringe as he uses the same words you used in the library. This is as much a game of wits as it is wills, and you may be outmatched.
When he looks at you with another cocky smirk, a smirk that says, "I win." You decided to go with your last move. Your fatality move.
You move toward Michael, quickly wrap your hand around the back of his neck and pull his face towards yours, kissing him harshly. He freezes for just a moment before he starts to kiss you back, the mashing of tongues and lips messy and arousing.
This was not the plan. It was better than the plan. You push him back by the shoulders toward his bed. You know if you get him on that bed with you on top, you have him. He will melt just like last time.
He allows you to push him back on the bed, wrapping his arm around your back to pull you down with him. Your lips staying connected.
You crawl up onto him, placing your thighs on either side of his hips. He pulls back briefly and chuckles before gripping your back tightly and rolling you both over, pinning you beneath him.
"Not this time" He growls before he bites into your neck pressing his hardening cock up against your heat only his trousers and your thong separating the two.
You gasp as you feel his teeth tugging at the sensitive skin of your neck, ripples of pleasure traveling down your spine.
"Fuck Michael" You moan the words overwhelmed by the shock of his aggression and the pleasure he is making you feel.
"I got more," He mumbles as he starts kissing down onto your chest, unclasping the hooks on the corset. He gazes down at your half-naked form with a gleam in his eye. "So this is what you've been hiding under all those baggy clothes"
As he makes his way down to your skirt, you lift up your hips. "No, this we are gonna keep on." He pushes your hips back down onto the bed and pushes your skirt up.
You feel heat pooling in your stomach, traveling down to your core. How are you this turned on by Michael fucking Gavey?
He pushes your thighs apart and looks at your cunt. "Fucking brilliant" Is all he says before he shoves his head between your legs pulling your thong to the side and lapping directly at your clit.
"Oh fuck!" You whine at the sudden sensation.
He reacts to your whines with moans of his own as he continues to lick and suck at your pearl. Your hands travel down to his head gripping his hair and rutting your pussy against his face.
It feels too good and you need more pressure. You're sure you are suffocating him, but you don't care.
"Just like that, just like that." You whimper your legs, clamping around his head. "Fuck, right there, right there!" You arch your back as your climax tears through you, Michael continuing to lap at your folds as you ride out your high.
"Too much, too much." You whine afterward, pushing his head away.
He stands up a little dazed, face glistening with the proof of your arousal.
"Come here." You gesture for him to again join you on the bed, and he quickly obliges, crawling onto your body and slotting himself between your thighs.
When he brings his lips back down upon yours, you can taste yourself, and it only serves to increase your arousal. "Take those off," you whisper, tugging at the waistband of his trousers.
He quickly shuffles them off before turning to pull a box of condoms out of his bedside drawer.
"I'm clean and on birth control." You pull him back towards you. "Let me feel you."
He speechlessly nods at you, eyes half lidded, like he's in a trance.
You spread your legs wider for him.
"Fuck I... I really didn't expect it to get this far" he mutters more to himself than to you.
You can't help but giggle before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him towards you. "Hurry up and fuck me Michael Gavey"
"uhhh .... yeah..... fuck yeah" He leans forward again nipping at the skin of your neck before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.
"Fucccccccck," He moans as he starts to push into you, feeling the warmth and wetness surround him.
You grip his hips, pulling him forward, digging your nails into his soft, tender flesh.
"I said fuck me Michael." You growl biting down harshly on his bottom lip.
"Yes," He whimpers as he starts to rut into you, quickening his pace. "So good... so good, " He mumbles into the crook of your neck.
You feel the heat start to pool in the base of your stomach and dig your nails into his back. "Harder Michael" You demand.
He ruts into you harder and whines. "Oh god, oh god"
You feel him batter the spongey spot inside of you and arch your back, the sensation nearly sending you over the edge. "Faster"
"Oh shit, oh shit." He moves faster, and his legs start to tremble at the sheer force he is using. "I'm not gonna make it, fuck I-" He groans loudly. "Oh God"
"Not yet, Michael. Don't you dare." You dig your nails into the skin of his shoulder. "You cum when I say so"
He nods furiously. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He pants heavily and whines into the crook of your neck.
You clench your legs tightly around him as you are overcome by your climax. "Fuckkkk, good boy!"
"Please, please." He pants and whimpers.
"Just a little longer." You pull his face towards you and gently kiss him as he whimpers into your mouth. You smile at the thought that you were able to get the power back.
"Cum Michael, you can cum now"
He yells out as he grips your hips tightly rutting into you roughly a few more times before his entire body stiffens and he gasps. "Thank you, Thank you"
He collapses on top of you resting his forehead against your chest, as you stroke his hair.
"Shhh Michael, shh," you coo as he pants into your chest.
"You're mine now"
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The Temple of the God
[ Ares β’ Ettore x Aphrodite β’ female ]
[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, fingering, smut, angst, violence, swearing, marital infidelity ]
[ description: Many men look at her with lust, however, no one's gaze is as terrifying as that of her brother, the god of war, cruel and cold, reminding her more of a barbarian than one of the kings of Olympus. He is known to care little about pleasing women in his brutal rapprochements with them, however, he surprises her with his attitude when he visits her one night.Β ]
This oneshot is my Valentine's Day gift to all of you. I love you, thank you for being here! I plan to come back to this couple in the future, let me know what you think! π
Part 2 β The Temple of War
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
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She could see it in the way he looked at her. She saw it in the light movement of his head, his raised chin, his slightly parted lips, his gait lazy, confident, careless, like that of a bear or a lion. He circled around her, angry and frustrated, unable to get what he wanted.
There was something animalistic in his nature, in his posture, in his aura, his gaze seemed to her empty, yet at the same time endlessly deep and dark; he could not concentrate on calm deliberation, there was a perpetual, irrepressible storm in his mind.
He would exert himself on the battlefields, at the head of armies of his heroes, with whom he would train and duel for days, their muscular, broad bodies often completely naked, glistening with sweat and oil.
She watched them sometimes from the windows of her chambers on Olympus. Their great wars and pointless exercises aimed at making them tear their opponents to shreds, with one sword cut depriving them of their members, wallowing in their blood.
Her brother did not abhor carcasses, decay, murder, cruelty, she thought he fed on it, his enemies knew no mercy from him, their pleas clashing with the cold stone that was his heart.
Her nature was the complete opposite of his and they both knew that they had nothing to offer each other. However, whenever he caught sight of her silhouette, walking in the company of her servants, river and mountain nymphs, entertaining her with conversation, he did not take his piercing, hot gaze off her, his lips pressed into a thin line; he turned the hilt of his sword as if in a trance then, drifting away with his thoughts.
He did not desire her, he wanted to devour her.
She knew that he had cohabited with many women, including her maidservants, who later lamented to her that he was brutal and cruel, that he did not know or understand what female fulfilment and joy were, did not know the women's bodies and their secrets, because he was only interested in his own fulfilment.
One day she visited him while he was practising with his warriors; they were wrestling and throwing each other to the ground, the one who gave up had to pat the other on the shoulder.
They were completely naked.
Seeing her, several of them covered themselves, knowing full well who she was, ashamed that she might judge them or their bodies, mock them and expose them to the ridicule.
She, however, approached her brother, looking straight into his eyes beaming with utter black emptiness, his broad chest adorned with drops of sweat rising and falling in heavy breathing.
He stood before her without any sign of embarrassment, his eyes roaming all over her body, judging apparently how her flesh presented itself in her soft velvet-like translucent white robe, pearls braided into the curls of her hair. They stared at each other for a moment in silence, as if testing each other, her face, like his, expressing nothing.
"Stay away from my servants, brother. They have complained to me that you are hurting them." She said at last, his jaw clenched at her words, his nostrils quivering in impatience.
He didn't answer.
He never answered.
She turned away, heading back towards the cloisters, feeling the thirsty gazes of the men turning behind her, disappearing at last into the halls of the gigantic ancient palace.
Men craved her for many reasons, one of which was the urge to prove to themselves that they could be desired by the goddess of love herself.
It was a great oversimplification, however, because of her experience this is what she came to be called, people, men and women, began to offer prayers to her begging her blessing in their marriages, asking for her intervention in matters others would have been afraid to whisper about.
She blessed ardent loves, burning to the core.
Yet she herself, though she was ashamed to admit it, had not experienced one herself.
Every time she thought it was the one, the man she believed to be her beloved died, or betrayed her by following another goddess, bored. Her heart was broken so many times that she allowed herself to be approached by men only to give her physical pleasure.
Her husband, Hephaestus, was a good and warm-hearted man. He spent his days in his great forge located in the heart of the volcano, in which the fire flowed constantly. She visited him there rarely, the dust and noise there was unbearable for her.
Although they both had respect for each other and a kind of cordiality, he preferred to devote himself to his work. He did not understand her needs, just as she did not understand his, for which she did not blame him.
Their marriage, unlike that of Zeus and Hera, was more peaceful, both of them resigned to their roles and didn't get in each other's way.
She knew, however, that before her father, ruler of the thunderbolts and all of Olympus, had decided to marry her to Hephaestus, it had been the God of War himself who had furiously demanded her hand, believing that she was his to claim.
Their father did not share his decision, apparently fearing his violent nature and what kind of husband he would turn out to be.
Her brother then disappeared for years, sinking into great wars and battles, the earth trembled from his rage, from the peaks of their heavenly mountain she heard the cries and moans of his enemies.
That day, after what she had told him, he came to her at night.
Completely naked, without a trace of embarrassment on his face, he walked slowly across the cold stone floor towards her bed, draped with a canopy and translucent curtains, which he pushed aside with an impatient flick of his hand, passing between them.
He stopped when he caught sight of her bare figure, looking at him with furrowed brows she raised on one elbow, feeling no shame whatsoever, yet unable to stop the squeeze between her thighs and the heat in her lower abdomen noticing that at the sight of her body his manhood twitched and swelled.
"Get out." She said coolly, but he only hummed as if he was considering something. She turned on her back, ready to scream if necessary, knowing her servants would come to her aid and her brothers would drag him away from her.
She was curious, however, to see what he would do.
She looked vigilantly at his silhouette walking slowly towards her, with his big cold black eyes and tense body he reminded her of a wild animal preparing to attack.
She thought he was about to throw himself at her and try to take her against her will.
He, however, sat down beside her; his large, wide hand raised and, in an uncertain, calm movement, ran down her thigh, his fingers digging into her skin as if he wanted to see what it felt like.
"β like velvet β" He murmured low, breathing through his mouth as if he was trying to calm himself; she seemed to notice on his face something of childish curiosity, as if she and her body was something unremarkable and completely incomprehensible to him.
His hand went higher, to her breast and began to rub and play with it, as if he liked the shape of it and how pleasant it was to the touch. She sighed quietly, realising with disbelief that what he was doing and how he was behaving was making her wet, her fleshy insides pulsing with tension.
Finally his fingers ran over her neck and face, his thumb stopped and parted her plump, glistening lips; he leaned over her as if he wanted to get a proper look at her, his warm breath enveloped her skin, the smell of his sweat seemed primal, masculine to her, her body involuntarily quivered at the thought.
He kissed her, kissed her as if he wanted to devour her, his caress full of chaos and impatience, of his hot, sticky lips, of his wet tongue, of his saliva and teeth. She gasped into his mouth, surprised to feel what he was doing between her thighs, her heart pounding like mad.
He groaned low into her mouth in surprise and tightened his fingers on her cheeks, panting hard as her hand gripped firmly his hard, swollen manhood.
She gasped for air when she felt how generously he had been bestowed by the heavens; she gave him a few slow, encouraging squeezes sliding her hand from the fat, pink head of his cock to it's very base, his hips involuntarily began to respond to her movements.
"β harder β" He commanded, closing his eyes, his hand involuntarily squeezed her breasts, too hard and without sensitivity. She hissed quietly, clamping her hand tighter on his length, wanting to cause him pain; he growled feeling it, digging his fingers into the skin of her cheek, looking at her with rage.
"β not like that β more gently β" She explained, clamping her hand over his, showing him with the strokes of her fingers how he should caress her, directing his thumb to her nipple.
"β rub this place β ah, yes, just like that β" She mumbled, tilting her head back, feeling his impatient breath on her, watching her and her reactions with interest, surprised apparently at how she was able to change in a matter of moments.
She felt his length tremble in her grasp when he heard her first, quiet moans.
"β that's enough β" He said impatiently, laying down on top of her, his large hands, rough from holding the sword, gripped her thighs, wanting to spread them apart and finally possess her, her fingers tightening on his sweaty, muscular shoulders.
"β no β not yet β touch me there β" She mumbled.
He looked at her with a gaze from which her whole body froze, it seemed to her that his irises were completely black, menacing, burning with a desire that destroyed and devoured.
For a moment he didn't move, breathing heavily as if he was considering her words; she licked her lips realising that he had never done this before.
He had never touched a woman down there with his fingers or his lips, never caressed her before he owned her.
She swallowed loudly, sliding her hand down to his, in a gentle motion encouraging him to sink his fingers into her hot, leaking womanhood.
She heard him draw in a loud breath at the sensation, foreign and unfamiliar, tense, he rested the weight of his body on his elbow, leaning to the side, watching from the corner of his eye what he was doing to her.
"β here, brother β touching me here will give me pleasure β" She whispered, guiding his fingertips to the bud hidden between her folds, showing him how to tease her clit with circular, slow movements.
She parted her lips, feeling the pleasant tingling in her lower abdomen, her hips involuntarily began to respond to his strokes.
"β only here? β" He asked lowly, furrowing his eyebrows, his stony face expressing concern at her words knowing that the place she was showing him was outside and not deep inside her. She sighed quietly, guiding his middle finger to her slit; he looked at her face, gasping out loud, feeling the way her fleshy walls resisted him, hot and sticky.
"β not only β can you feel it? β right here β" She whispered, directing him to the spot inside her just above her opening, between her muscles. He shuddered all over, licking his lips, dried apparently from emotion, his erection hard and swollen, twitching involuntarily, betraying how aroused he was.
"β yes β" He exclaimed, digging his middle finger into the spot she showed him, his thumb teasing her pearl, clearly wanting to see what would happen when he started touching both places at once. She moaned loudly, tilting her head back, delighted at how unexpectedly pleasurable the sensation was.
"β gods β put it inside me β" She mewled, feeling that she no longer cared about retaining any remnants of her dignity, her free hand sank into his hair, pulling him close. He grunted loudly into her mouth like an animal throwing himself at her body, her fingers dug into the bare skin of his back, a moan of exertion escaped her throat when immediately the thick tip of his cock began to push against her tight walls.
"β wider β" He exhaled with a grin that was disturbing to say the least as with an impatient, confident thrust he forced her to let him in deeper. She breathed loudly, unable to believe how hard he was stretching her and threw her head back, a drop of sweat running down her long neck.
"β brother β" She whispered, something in the way she said the word made him lose his patience, his length began to slam into her in a fast, brutal rhythm, each time rubbing the spot inside her from where she could see the stars; it seemed to her that everything around her was spinning, the fingers of his hand cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at him.
"β no, fucking look at me β look at me and listen to what my cock is doing to this weeping cunt β pathetic β" He hissed out through clenched teeth, as if he was both furious and proud at the same time. She whimpered helplessly, a loud smack echoed around them each time his thighs hit the bare skin of her buttocks, there was something lewd and definitive about the sound, proof of how wrong she was.
"β mghm β" She babbled, feeling like he was going to pierce her, the movements of his hips quick and aggressive, full of desperation and desire, their breaths embarrassingly loud and raptured. They stared at each other with their mouths wide open, as if they couldn't believe in what was happening.
"β what does it feel like, brother? β what does it feel like to fuck your own sister? β" She gasped, heard his surprised sigh at her question, his cock quivered hard inside her, his fingers dug harder into the soft skin of her cheeks, causing her pain.
He was moving so fast inside her that he was hardly slipping out of her, her fleshy walls, all leaking from her moisture, were no longer resisting him.
It seemed to her that he wanted to reply something, but the pleasure took his speech away; he leaned over suddenly and pressed his forehead against hers, panting loudly, his hot breath enveloping her face.
She could smell the masculine scent of his sweat, from which her cunt began to throb around him, her fingers traveled down from his back to his buttocks, stroking them with movements that could be called tender.
"β it feels good β" He whispered, looking at her with a gaze that sent shivers through her, at the same time animalistic, empty and full of something she couldn't name, desire as dark and disturbing as the night around them. The sure, loud, deep thrusts of his hips made her breath get stuck in her throat, she thought with horror, feeling a pleasant tickle in her lower abdomen, that she was about to come.
"β it feels right β" He muttered and ran his tongue over her lips, something in the way he said those words, in this shameless, lewd gesture, in the way the tip of his fat cock rubbed her again and again at the spot of her greatest pleasure made her melt in front of him.
She involuntarily tilted her head back and closed her eyes, a soft, helpless moan of delight broke from her throat as a wave of wonderful heat and relief shook her body, her walls began to squeeze him, sucking him inside.
"β fuck β fuck-fuck-fuck β" He merely muttered before sighing loudly.
She felt his hot seed spill inside her, filling her, and although she rarely allowed anyone such an honour, she was unable to deny him.
She stroked his naked buttocks with calm movements full of affection, in some subconscious, natural reflex, he continued to thrust into her for a moment longer, looking down at her with his mouth open wide in pleasure.
They stared at each other, breathing loudly, and she raised her hand, letting her fingers run over his temple, his cheek and his clearly defined long jaw. She saw him close his eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to remember this moment and this feeling.
"β there is no place for me to rest β no haven where I can take refuge β here is my only true temple β" He gasped in half whisper, as if he were revealing to her some shameful secret that was tormenting him. She swallowed quietly, feeling his body cling to hers, her breasts pressed against his bare, broad chest, his face snuggled into her hot cheek, his soft manhood still throbbed deep inside her.
"β my home β"
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I feel if I don't put this somewhere I'll combust. @bbygirl-aemond "stormbreak" got me thinking about baelon and alyssa targaryen 24/7, I swear, the brainworms I get from the slightest mentioning of these two are insane.
so there you have it, my overedited "you'll probably see those portraits hanging in the red keep somewhere" fancasts.
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we'll start with baelon. his fancast is patrick gibson (shadow and bone version specifically) with slightly longer silver hair and purple eyes. I mainly picked him because of how much he resembles louis hofmann, "stormbreak" version of daeron. and because of his charm. and because I kinda see a little bit of viserys and daemon in him, of course.
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and here's my alyssa! there are little hints that aemond looks a LOT like her in "stormbreak"-verse (long face, sharp features, overall appearance), so it's just a female version of ewan mitchell with mismatched eyes. I think she looks neat.
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Many muses from both Game of Thrones & House of the Dragons
Mun is 31 & muses will be of age.
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Helaena Targaryen FC ; Holliday Grainger
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Daenerys Targaryen FC ; Emilia Clarke
Jon Snow FC ; Kit Harington
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Lyanna Stark FC ; Katie Mcgrath
Margaery Tyrell FC ; Natalie Dormer
Oberyn Martell FC ; Pedro Pascal
Sansa Stark FC ; Sophie Turner
Tyrion Lannister FC ; Peter Dinklage
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i feel once again, and i rejoice, that i am not busy dyingβi am still busy being born. ββ a multi-muse, consisting of a developed amalgamation of characters derived from all forms of media, among my own personal lore &. explorations. blog is on a friends only basis for the time being. #themonotony.
quote from @/theoptia.
canon muses.
alina starkov. from leigh bardugo's grishaverse. [sankta alina, the sun summoner β beautiful, terrible.] book based, visual inspiration from the show. face: jessie mei li. primary. βlight exploded from me; pure &. unwavering.β
ginger fitzgerald. from ginger snaps i. [i am a goddamn force of nature.] first movie inspired, extremely headcanon reliant. face: katharine isabelle. primary. βi get this ache β and i thought it was for sex... but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces.β
roxanne 'roxy' morton. from mark millar's kingsman. [agent lancelot of the kingsman secret service. intelligent, adaptable, incredible.] movie based, headcanon reliant. face: sophie cookson. secondary. βmanners. maketh. woman.β
katniss everdeen. from suzanne collins' hunger games. [the 74th victor.] book based, visual inspiration from the movies. face: devery jacobs. secondary. βi am not pretty. i am not beautiful. i am as radiant as the sun.β
aemond targaryen. from hbo's house of the dragon. [the kinslayer.] headcanon influenced, main inspiration from the show. face: ewan mitchell. secondary. βi may have lost an eye; but i gained a dragon.β
elizabeth swann. from potc. [the pirate king.] movie based, inspired by headcanon. face: tbd. secondary. βyou like pain? try wearing a corset.β
gwendolyne stacy. from marvel comics. [the masked vigilante of new york, earth 65.] comic based, visual inspiration from the animated spider-verse movie. face: hunter schafer. secondary. βi chose to be a hero. i let them call me a villain.β
asuka sohryu. from neon genesis evangelion. [one of the second children, wielder of unit 002.] series based, inspiration from headcanon. face: animated. secondary. βit's simply the duty of the elite to protect the ignorant masses.β
daphne blake. from scooby doo. [self-proclaimed mystery solver.] comic based, visual inspiration from the animated spider-verse movie. face: savannah smith. secondary. βlove? love fades away. things? things stay forever.β
req: shiv roy from succession. envy adams from scott pilgrim. lo'ak and tsireya from avatar. tatum riley from scream (prev. cutcasper). karen-karen from daisy jones and the six. sandie from lnis. jessica riley from until dawn. amy pond from doctor who.
* none of the canon muses here are 100% true to canon. there is always a divergence somewhere. questions are welcomed.
original characters.
maeve fraser. inspired by the 80s-90s rock scene. lead vocalist of a legendary rock band, drawing lines from unadmitted satanic rituals and the 'final girl' trope. face: anya taylor-joy. βand when you hear my voice remember, you ruined me whole.β
reimaris sommer. situated within high fantasy worlds β a lawful, obsolete dragon-rider... the last of her family. inspired by the goddess of childbirth, Juno. face: emma d'arcy. βi engulf all that becomes me β in anguish and blood i engulf it. i live in the cracks between your world and theirs. i am no longer i woman weaving. i am a dragon.β
laurence freight. daughter to a corrupt dynasty she does not want to receive. the exploration of regressing to childhood, and learning to overcome fear. face: savannah lee smith. βyou'd be sat here waiting for me to make the next move until eternity ends.β affiliated with @theburning.
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