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Mr. Butlers Babysitter

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Summary

When you began working as a babysitter for Mr. Butler you were immediately taken by his wonderful children and his beautiful Malibu estate, he also paid handsomely. Having worked for celebrities on a referral based system you prided yourself on being professional and discreet for his family.

With Mr. Butler recently divorced having you help him with the children during their weekend visits from their mother was a godsend. After two months his daughter and son adored you to pieces never wanting you to leave. It seemed like a perfect fit.

One fateful evening Mr. Butler puts you in a highly compromising position. One that could ruin your reputation and your livelihood if word got out. You have two choices: Be exploited never to work in the inner circle as a high status celebrity babysitter again. or go along with his perverted plans.

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corruption kink•dubcon•manipulation• humiliation• degradation •naivety •drug use•alchohol use•edging• fingering•coercive sex•condom use•orgasms•yandere

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💝Not for my softies: Very corrupt perverted manipulative Austin

My first corruption smut 😭 no idea what I’m doing but was told I would be good at it. This one was pushed to the front of the request due to incessant demand.

There was a HUGE glitch for the delay I could not post it with the ask ☹️ it crashed so many times so I included them here

Mr. Butlers Babysitter

You were an excellent employee working for Mr. Butler as a babysitter of his two wonderful children. Though he preferred you call him Austin after working two months you still called him Mr. Butler to maintain the professionalism. He was a very famous actor in the early 2020’s. Now in his late thirties he was a full time producer.

He has a beautiful seven bedroom Malibu estate with every luxury perk you could think of. You enjoyed the cliffside drive seeing the ocean on your way to work there.

You would roll down the window and stick your hand out, feeling the ocean breeze hearing the seagulls as the waves crashed against the cliff walls.

You adored his two children Alisa and Daniel. Alisa was 8 years old and full of confidence. She was book smart and excelled in school never once asking for help with of her homework.

His son Daniel was 5 years old, always in imagination land. He was a very picky eater and sometimes you would have to pretend his favorite toy dinosaur would eat his food if he didn’t.

On this evening you and Austin were preparing pizza for the kids in his massive kitchen. He had his own personal brick oven designed to fit the space.

You grated mozzarella as he ladled the tomato sauce. As you sprinkled the cheese on the pizza dough your hands touched.

He smiled at you and replaced the ladle into the tomato sauce before standing behind you and placing his hands on yours showing you exactly how to spread it.

He instructs you gently speaking over your right shoulder “You know how Daniel is with his texture sensitivities if this cheese melts clumped together he won’t eat it” you giggle you totally understand. He slowly releases your hands and watches you work. He gives you a touch of approval on your shoulder before he gets back to ladling the sauce.

There was always a tension in the back of your mind with him. He was very attractive on an unnatural level.

His sandy blonde hair was always maintained in soft waves. His blue eyes had a depth and sincerity that if you stared too long you felt what it meant to get lost.

His jawline and face shape were squared and masculine and his plump lips accentuated his perfectly shaped nose. He was extremely handsome and though he was older he looked and acted so much younger.

Though you found him attractive you had set goals in mind: make money and advance your life. That kept you adamant to remain professional and you also felt so safe and highly valued working for him.

He paid you handsomely, had wonderful children and a beautiful home. You would never ruin this opportunity.

The four of you sat in the back yard that night to watch one of Mr. Butler favorite child hood movies. ‘The Good the Bad and the Ugly.’ It had become routine on Sunday to have movie night before the kids returned to their mothers for the week.

On the enormous hillside yard of his Malibu estate he had a large movie screen and a projector constructed. You all sat under a gazebo enjoying the warm breeze on a plush couch bed with a fire pit infront of it.

Beyond the movie screen you could see the twinkling lights of the city. You rested your head back enjoying the space, he had a very lovely home.

The kids grew restless after only 20 minutes of the slow paced movie but you were able to retrain their attention by asking them questions. “Is that cowboy a good one or a bad one?” you ask as Lee Van Cleefs scowling face took over the screen.

“A bad one!” Alisa yells quickly before her brother answers to prove how smart she is. Daniel’s little face saddens into a pout feeling like he lost. ”I think you’re right Alisa…” you say valuing her effort actually unsure which is the bad one.

You put your hand on Daniel’s little back and comfort him “Daniel look your turn is next! Is that cowboy a good cowboy or an ugly cowboy?” He studies Clint Eastwoods stern face “He looks like a mad cowboy ” he says with his cute voice growling and tiny teeth bared. You and Austin laugh at his adorableness.

“He does looks like a mad cowboy” Austin says assuring him. “Come here little guy sit on daddy’s lap” he motions for Daniel to come and easily picks him up “ah there we go” He says holding Daniel forward facing to watch the movie. He runs his hands through his son’s sandy blonde locks they look almost identical.

“Do you want to do nails? “ Alisa asks you excitedly out of the blue practically bouncing next to you on the couch bed. “Sure if it’s okay with your dad I know it’s getting late“ you admit checking your phone.

She looks to her dad “Plea-a-a-se can I go get my nail kit daddy!“ she pouts with her hands in a prayer. He can’t resist her. “You can get it but you have to be done in less than thirty minutes it’s almost your bed time” he say firmly.

Alisa squeals and you watch as she runs into the house.

Austin’s thumb caresses your shoulder to get your attention. “Look he’s out” he says pointing at little Daniel comfortably resting back in his arms. “Aw look at his little cute face, do you want me to take him up?” You ask gently to be helpful.

He motions his head “No you girls do nails and I’ll sit with him to watch the movie” you agree to the idea just as Alisa comes bounding out of the house with a hot pink nail box kit. She slams it on the flat stone edge of the fire pit.

Austin puts his finger to his lips with a stern face shushing her because Daniel is sleeping. “Sorry daddy” she says to him softly “ I got it “ she says out of breath holding up the kit to you.

She puts the plastic box of nail supplies on the couch bed next to you and pops it open. Pulling out a bottle of hot pink polish “Do my nails this color” she says demandingly but she’s a kid. “If you say please” you sweetly correct her “Please do my nails this color!” She asks with an impatience rising in her voice. You smile and extend your palm to her.

She places her small hand in yours as you brush the color on each of her nails. “and the stickers!” She says pulling out a roll.

You place a sticker of her choice on each nail. She looks them over excitedly “Do you like them?” You ask to make sure she’s a happy client. She jumps up and hugs you tightly around your neck.

The squeeze shocks you and you pat her shoulder tenderly to calm her “Okay honey I’m glad you like them “ you say pretending to sounds like you are being choked and it makes her giggle.

Austin realizes he was so invested in your encounter he wasn’t watching his movie and it’s already been more than thirty minutes. “Okay it’s definitely time to head up” he says carrying a sleeping Daniel as he clicks off all the electronics.

Alisa gathers her nail kit and holds your hand. You all head up stairs to put them in their rooms. Austin heads down the hall to Daniel’s and you head to Alisas.

She does everything on her own in her fully custom princess room. She brushes her teeth, washes, her face and puts on her pajamas before climbing into her canopy bed.

You click on her unicorn night light and click off the main room light ready to head out . “Can you talk to me until I fall asleep” she asks in her soft voice.

It’s a big request because you have classes in the morning and you are tired but you want to bond with her so you pull up a child size hot pink princess throne and sit next to her bed.

“What do you want to talk about hun?” You ask holding her smaller hand in yours and tracing your thumb over her freshly painted hot pink nails.

“Youre not going to leave are you?” She asks with her timid voice. You reassure her “I am going to go to my apartment and then I’ll come back and see you next weekend when your back from your moms” you smile warmly as you tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

Her face suddenly saddens “mommy wants you to make you go away” her eyes brim with tears and her lip pouts as it quivers.

“Aw honey“ you say as you pick her out of bed and place her on your lap. You pet her sandy brown hair and shush her. She begins sobbing against your chest. You pull her face back to look in her eyes. Her face is bright red with tears streaming by this point.

“Alisa honey …aw honey… sometimes people say things they don’t mean.” You wipe her tears. ”You know maybe your mommy is angry because I’m new in your life and she wants to make sure that I’m taking the very best care of you” you pinch her small chin. She still has a sad look in her eyes but she has stopped crying and is now sniffling.

“Mommy is mad because in daddy’s phone she found pictures of you.” she says through her sniffles as she finally starts calming down.

“What kind of pictures“ you ask patting her shoulders comfortingly“

“Like pictures when you bend over?” she admits not sure what it means.

Your face goes bright red not expecting her to say that “Well yes that’s ..um that’s not appropriate how did you find this out sweety ?”You ask out of pure curiosity. “I heard mommy talking to her boyfriend that daddy is a per-vert he takes lots of pictures when you bend over. What is a per-vert?” She asks with an innocent curiosity not knowing the word.

You sigh gaining more information than you ever wanted to know. “How about I tell you a bed time story?” You say to distract her and she nods smiling and snuggles in your arms. You begin to make up one about Princess Alisa and her hot pink unicorn that can fly to her castle in the clouds.

You are never one to pry into the affairs of your clients. You were a baby sitter for another celebrity couple, the Milanos, before his wife packed up and moved back to Italy with their triplets.

You received high recommendations from Mr. Milano to land the job with Mr. Butler due to your discretion and ability to always remain professional.

In the Milano mansion you witnessed several fights. Once Mr. Milano even backing out of his driveway drunk screaming at Mrs. Milano before he crashed into their courtyard fountain.

You took their sobbing triplets inside to avoid them having to watch their parents have another explosive outburst. You brought them to the their enormous playroom and turned on some kids follow along music until they were wiggling and dancing instead of crying.

A word about their issues never left your lips even when the paparazzi berated you with emails and bribes to be a source of information for the infamous impending Milano divorce splashed across every gossip site.

Even as you saw the exorbitant amounts being offered you knew your reputation would be diminished in the elite celebrity circle as a nanny and you’d be scrambling back to a form of lesser employment.

But as you cradled Alisa in your arms you realized this was a completely different scenario on top of the average celebrity family dramatics.

Your first divorced client may actually have a sexual interest in you.

As you finish your story you hold her close comforting her in silence. After a while her body begains to go slack. “I’m going to put you in bed now okay hun?” You say gently and she nods.

You place her in bed and pull her unicorn covers up to her chest. “Promise me you’ll come back”she asks in her sweet sleepy voice trying to keep her eyes open. You reassure her ”yes Alisa I’m coming back” you pet her hand. “Even if my daddy is a per-vert like mommy says?” she asks as your brows furrow at the complication.

“Alisa” Austin’s voice snaps from the doorway. You wonder how long he’s been there as you slightly panic. “You should’ve been asleep a long time ago now it’s very late and you have school in the morning next time I’m not going to let you stay up like this” he says sternly “I’m sorry daddy” Alisa says sleepily.

You interject “Mr. Butler… Austin, sorry it’s my fault the nails, the girl talk bed time story I guess we just got carried away.” You say smiling weakly looking at him with newfound eyes realizing he might have a little naughty photo collection of you in his phone.

He smiles to you “No you're fine I think she just gets really excited having you around I’m going to make sure she goes down. Just wait for me a minute downstairs.” He says as you cross paths. He sits on Alisa’s bedside as you leave the room.

You walk down the hall but slowly enough to listen in and pry. Their voices are muffled but you distinctly hear him in his softest sweetest voice ask her ”Now what were you silly girls talking about in here”

She loves her daddy you know she’s going to rat. You quickly make your way down the stairs through the living room and exit the front of the house.

You enter your car and hold the steering wheel wondering if he’s going to fire you now because his daughters spilled his little secret. “UGHhh!” You exclaim because he pays you four grand just to work weekends every month with the sweetest kids on the planet.

You’ve signed an NDA but that’s still an awkward topic to ignore especially being in close proximity with him, likely complications will arise. You’ll work for him one more weekend and ask him for a recommendation to another high status family.

You look up through the windshield to see Mr. Butler jogging out of his modern glass front estate down to your car. You roll down your window confused. “I thought you left” he says out of breath. “I told you to wait for me downstairs” he says as he reaches into his pocket. “For the overtime” he says handing you a small stack money. Your eyes light up as you accept it.

Counting through a thousand dollars you raise your brow as you look up at him. “Mr. Butler… there’s no way all of this is just for overtime.” He slicks his hand back through his hair looking around to other houses in the distance before he looks back to you with a grin “How about you come in tomorrow on your day off and you make it up to me” he says slyly.

You fold the stack in your hand and bring it to your purse. “Okay if that will make us even” you say matter of factly. He flashes you a charming smile “It’s a date then” he says stepping back from your car “And tomorrow call me Austin” he says as you pull out of the driveway of his estate.

You can’t quite put your finger on it but the whole interaction felt a little off. But maybe he was just nervous about what Alisa may have said to him.

If he needs your help with his sweet kids tomorrow you’re all for it. You turn up the music to play on your way home.

Make It Up to Me

The next day during your morning college course you receive a text from Austin. “Come by at 6:30pm house unlocked” you knit your brow in confusion. Usually you arrive at 10am to help with the kids then it dawns on you it’s a weekday his kids are in school and probably have extracurriculars after so you type in “okay”

After classes you go to the gym and work out for an hour of cardio. You like to stay fit as a baby sitter if a kid can out run you, your toast.

You take your usual Monday cycling class and leave covered in sweat. You shower and open your locker to realize because of the work schedule change you didn’t pack street clothing. You left your apartment wearing your work out gear. Now instead of heading home you’re driving to Malibu.

“Shit” you say finding only a clean pair of black yoga shorts and a sports bra in your locker. “great job “ you murmur to yourself “Wear the skimpiest out fit to your employers house after you find out he probably takes photos of your ass” you roll your eyes at your luck.

Your strait laced thoughts suddenly start to slip as you try to think of when he would take the inappropriate pictures.

There was a time he had you climb a ladder in his storage room to carry down hoolah hoops for the kids. Then proceeded to have you all compete in the living room to see who was the fastest.

You were of course and he readily filmed it as you laughed trying to keep the rhythm of your hips going. His kids had already dropped theirs to the floor and were fumbling and giggling so you stopped to help them.

There was another instance when he installed a boot camp playground for his son before his birthday. He wanted you to test it out with the kids. You guys balanced on beams climbed ropes and had to shimmy on your belly’s under ropes through a sand pit. The low angle he filmed as you crawled didn’t make sense then.

Once somehow Daniel’s nerf football was thrown up into his tree house and the ladder had not been repaired. The kids would be dropped off in an hour and Mr. Butler was adamant you retrieve Daniels nerf football.

He followed you to the yard down the hill to the garden infront of the large tree with the custom house built into its branches. He hoisted you up by cupping and pushing your ass to get you higher. You laughed at the embarrassing way you needed to be helped. You finally wiggled into the tree house, throwing the nerf foot ball down.

You sat on the ledge and Austin gestured you to jump down to him ”please catch me, I don’t have independent health coverage” you joked. “If I break your bones I’ll mend them come to me” he gestured.

You jumped off landing into his arms both falling back onto the grass. His pupils were huge as you stared down at him panting and smiling. You quickly stood up and offered him your hand.

You realize you will definitely have to keep your distance he’s already been trying you.

But you really need this job. It’s saving your life right now he is your highest paying client by far. Your bills are paid your gym membership is renewed and you actually have a savings account.

You begin to wonder if your next employer will treat you as well and pay as much. It’s highly doubtful

You know the kids will be there today and you can leave early with a made up excuse before they fall asleep. Even on weekends you can just plan to leave early every time and should be completely safe.

You search through your locker again trying to find anything to cover you from wearing just sports bra and shorts to his house. You find a zip up black long sleeve jacket to match.

But it’s all form fitting accentuating your ass by covering your top and leaving your legs exposed. You shake your head in annoyance, it will have to do. You don’t have time to head back to because you thrive on being punctual. You tie up your hair in a pony tail and leave the gym.

You drive the route to Mr. Butlers estate with the windows rolled down listing to music. You pull up to his place at around 6:30. You walk in to the grandios living room to find the estate empty. No Austin, no kids, no maid, not anyone.

You reach in your purse and take out your phone texting Mr. Butler. “Where is everyone?” It takes a moment but you see the little dots moving showing he’s typing back. “movie room”. You’ve never been down there before. To make sure it’s not a danger zone you text him back “kids with you?” You await his response there isn’t one.

After a moment he finds you in the living room and smiles as he sees you “It felt kind of weird texting you and were in the same house…” his voice trails off seeing what your wearing

You tug down your sleeve and clutch you purse closer to your body “Sorry it’s unprofessional of me I know but I’ve never been here during a weekday and I forgot to pack the extra clothing.“

He makes a hmm sound looking you over in amusement “You must work out a lot to have legs like that” he compliments and your face flushes. “Don’t be shy about it” he says grinning as he walks by you to the kitchen.

He’s wearing sweats and a black tee but youve always eyed he’s in very good shape himself. He pulls a bottle of wine tucking it under his arm and pulls two Reidel glasses out. “Come watch a movie with me” he says innocently. “Mr. Butler..I mean Austin, with all do respect I can’t.” He eyes you mischievously. “You believe everything an eight year old tells you?” Your face flushes Alisa totally ratted to her daddy.

He has a knowing smile that you return because how did Mr. Butlers ex-wife even have access to his phone?

Maybe Alisa’s mom had it wrong, sometimes moms exaggerate to their kids to villainize daddy. Austin seems very kind.

He motions you to join him and this time you follow him down the stairs to the movie room. He pushes open the doors with his back and it opens to a theater space with five rows of black custom movie couches, it’s a small amphitheater.

“Holy fuck” you say before covering you mouth cursing infront of a client. Your previous clients the Milanos movie theater fails in comparison to this.

Along the back wall he has framed posters of every movie he’s starred in. You begin walking along and inspecting each one.

He approaches you from behind and hands you a glass of wine. “Oh thank you … but I’m not allowed to drink, well I’m legally not allowed to drink until next year .” you smile shyly as your face flushes. The way he stares at you in disbelief makes you feel awkward “You’ve never even had a drink?” He asks lowering his tone.

You tuck your hair behind your ear feeling the heat rising to your face as you try to explain.

“Well I was always honor roll and very goal oriented, not much time for friends. Then I got accepted to a great college on a scholarship. My room and board is paid by it so I really only have time to do my course work, workout ,and come to your house Mr. Butler. From what I can see, drinking kind of makes people wild and crazy and dumb anyway it never really interested me.”

He smiles “Well maybe they are drinking hard liquor this is wine, it’s not instant like a shot, it takes a while to build in your system“

You pry more “if hard liquor makes you crazy, what does wine feel like?” You ask intrigued.

“Mmm like a really mellow mood, no more stress no more anxiety you can just be yourself.” He smiles.

You mull it over staring into the red liquid, thinking about how anxious you are waiting for his kids to get here already. Maybe just a glass. You lift it to sip and he gestures you not to.

“This is a nice bottle when you drink you have to cheers to something.” He proclaims.

“Oh..” you say not familiar with drinking customs. Your mind draws a blank. His eyes squint for a minute until he catches a thought “To a great working relationship” he says and it makes you smile and cheers him clinking glasses then taking a drink. He rests his glass down “You really are phenomenal the kids adore you by the way”. He admits.

You both look over at his Elvis movie poster you have been standing in front of. “You ever seen this?” He asks because of your age. “No I haven’t are you good in it?” He nearly snorts his wine as he takes a sip. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I almost won an Oscar” He exclaims profoundly. ”That’s what we’re gonna watch then” he says leaving you to set everything up in the theater.

He sits center mid row and you sit next to him on the black custom theater couch putting your purse on the table rest of your seat.

You wait as he finds the film in his catalogue with his universal remote then dims the lights. The theater is completely dark and silent.

He refills your wine glass as the credits start. It’s a very haunting Elvis melody. Followed by a montage of him dressed as Elvis. Finally you see him “Wow you look so different with black hair, you say but the theater has surround sound speakers.

He can’t quite hear you so he turns the volume down. You begin divulging too much feeling a bit dizzy ”Oh Mr. Butler no I don’t want to ruin the movie you don’t have to turn it down I was just saying you look so different with black hair it really brings out your eyes. You have very pretty blue eyes” you say staring at him a little too long in the dim lighting.

You wonder why you are suddenly turned on and shake the thought from your head. He listens to your tipsy rambling and smirks refilling your glass. “I’ve seen this movie over a dozen times I’d rather hear you talk honestly” he admits glancing over at you affectionately.

The movie continues to play at a lower volume the bright flashing colors and lights are a dizzying spectacle to your eyes.

Him wearing green, him wearing pink, him jiggling his dick on the screen. “Wait what?” You exclaim. As you sit up he laughs. “I swear I just saw! Oh!! You did it again” you rest back in your chair wondering why you are becoming wet.

The movie continues and you are fully invested in every word he says. His southern drawl is resonating in your ears.

He pours you a glass one more time as the Trouble scene comes on smiling to himself. When the scene shows him on stage you are already labored breathing because he looks so good in eyeliner. As he begins to sing and then dance on the sceeen you audibly gasp.

Why is it so sexual isn’t this the 50s? You watch as he kneels and rises from the floor as women in the audience on screen reach for his cock“ holy fuck “ you say out loud as you pant heavily.

You wonder if he can really do that… inside of you. You squirm in your seat too heavily aroused “Fuck Mr. Butler.. I mean Austin” you say a little slurred and he pauses the movie on the scene when he’s in the cop car.

“Mr.B- -Austin I didn’t eat and I worked out and I had the wine and now I feel really weird…oh god!” you exclaim standing up from the couch “The kids what time is it!”

He stands with you and watches as you try to steady your balance. “The kids aren’t coming” he admits. “What?!” You exclaim louder than you intended trying to focus your eyes feeling like they are vibrating.

“The kids aren’t coming because it’s a week day” he says looking at you as if you got the plans wrong.

You go over in your mind how he handed you the money and you try to remember his exact words ‘Come on your day off and make it up to me’ you realize he wants you to make it up sexually. You take a step back “Oh god Mr. Butler” —-“ Austin” he interjects

You take another step back “Mr. Austin I can’t - - ” he cuts you off again “just -Austin” he says.

Your back hits the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to avoid his alluring aura. He places his hands to the wall on either side of your head cornering you and standing so closely you can smell his cologne.

“I tried luring you in so many ways but you were just so professional you never relaxed your guard around me. But I finally figured out how to loosen you up.” He says with a smile.

He stares into your eyes with a burning intensity wanting to watch your reaction as he admits it

“A pinch of ecstasy in a full glass of wine.” He smirks

“What!” You exclaim in shock that he’s already drugged you. He smiles “A good girl like you wouldn’t even know what was happening to her.” He confesses with an alluring smile.

He lowers his head next to your ear “Why do you think you’re having so much fun?” he whispers to you as a strange sensation falls over your body.

He smiles against your ear and hovers his mouth over your neck fanning your sensitive skin as he speaks "You didn't leave me another way to have you.....it’s a shame I had to make it this way." He says as he licks his tongue in a trail along your neck.

You go weak and cover with chills as he starts to kiss and suck your neck making your body begin to tingle all over especially between your legs. It suddenly makes sense why the movie colors were so vivid and you felt shocks to your core that made you wet every second he was on screen.

You have fallen in to his trap.

Your breathing increases and you weakly put your hands on his firm chest trying to stop him but it's in vain. You can't fight the effect he has over you. The wine and the ecstasy make you completely surrender his touch, you want more of him as he wants more of you.

He reaches his hand between your legs and presses his fingers against your pussy. It radiates pulses of pleasure throughout your entire body. A small moan escapes your lips. “Your fucking soaked “ he says looking at his wet fingertips.

You grab his hand placing it back to your aching pussy wanting him to touch you more you are craving it but he smirks.

He brings his hand up to your throat placing it gently there instead gazing directly into your eyes knowing he has complete control to pervert you to his wishes.

“I never took a good girl Ike you to be such a slut” he teases and you whimper. “Go on beg your boss to touch you like a slut“ he commands. You slowly muster up the words “please… touch me”

You feel his hard cock press across your thighs instead making your core clench

“Is that what you want?" He asks leaning in to suck onto your neck again. “Yes! Please Mr.Butler touch me” your desperate tone makes his cock harder.

"What did I tell you about my name?" He asks rubbing his hand against your pussy. His touch sends shocks of pleasure radiating through your body distracting you from saying his name. "A-Austin!!" you finally cry out.

"You’re so cock drunk you can't even form words" he says smiling in amusement as he kisses his way up your neck to your lips. He takes you into an erotic kiss gaining instant access to your wanting mouth. He glides his tongue in and twirls it against yours while devouring your lips. He pulls you from the wall back into the aisle and pushes you down on the couch breaking his kiss and making you lay flat.

He holds your legs up pulling the band of your shorts to peel them off of you with your panties, leaving you half naked.

He climbs on top of you settling between your legs. His eyes are full of lust as you see them roam your body. He slowly unzips your jacket exposing your body in your sports bra. "Fuck you look incredible" he says trailing his hand down your stomach.

His left hand hooks his thumb into your sports bra pulling it up enough to let your tits out of their confinement. He gets his phone out of his pocket and takes a photo with flash.

You turn away as it hurts your sensitive eyes. Any dignity you had left was shattered as soon as he took the compromising photo. “Please delete it Austin!” you beg him with your entire career on the line if he shows anyone."Delete it?” He smirks “No, I’m gonna use it blackmail you into doing whatever I desire, and if you deny me it’ll be posted anonymously so everyone will know what a slut you really are” he confesses. “Austin please I’ll do what ever you say please don’t post the photo” you beg him almost in tears the photo would ruin you.

He smiles and squeezes one of your full tits then the other. He tugs at your nipples making you gasp “Our little secret then” He says enamored, he finally has you at his mercy.

Suddenly you feel him slowly sink two of his fingers in your tight cunt. He starts to pump them in pulling against a hard ridge inside that makes your hips buck up ."Austin!" you moan out as he sends shock of pleasure all over your body.

Your core gets tighter as he continues to finger you massaging your tight walls. You are heavily panting feeling the release of so many endorphins firing at once from the ecstasy.

Austin notices the way your legs tremble as your walls flutter against his fingers you’re going to cum. He increases his pace enjoying his wet knuckles smacking against your folds as you moan.

"Austin please don't stop!" you plead as you start to climax. He places his other hand across your pelvis pressing down and using his thumb to circle your clit.

You are high pitched moaning with your core so tight it feels like it will snap “cum for me “he commands and you clutch his wrist feeling how he shoves his finger inside of you as your orgasm.

You deeply moan as sparks explode in your core and radiate through your body. He continues to finger you into aftershock until your back arch’s from the couch as you cry out for him . Then he slows to a stop.“ I know I know” he says cooing at you as he caresses your jaw. It was an intense orgasm you are panting and shivering trying to regain your breath. You rest your head back on the couch in a daze.

The ecstasy in your system has increased your arousal to its peak you have lost all control over your body.

You watch Austin pull a condom from his pocket and tear it open. He reaches in the band of his sweats and releases his thick cock. "oh god..." you say in a shock because he is so well endowed

"Such a slut for letting your new boss fuck you like this" He says as he smiles at you. He presses the condom to the head of his cock and carefully rolls it down his shaft. He sees you eyeing his every movement. "Just a condom on the first time. In the application you sent in it said you are not on birth control, but we’re gonna fix that" he confesses.

Your eyes widen in shock as you whimper. You gave up so much information on your hiring form most that didn’t even pertain to the job. He knows: What college you go to, where your parents live, all of your social media handles, even your time of the month, among so many other things. He has it all thought out and trapped you officially.

“When Mr. Milano referred you to me, I was shocked he’d ever give you up , but with his divorce… no more kids no more babysitter.” He smiles “You were the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The picture he sent of you innocently smiling in your tennis outfit at his house.I pleasured myself to your photo right there at my bathroom sink.” He gazes lustfully between your legs “and now I finally get to try your sweet pussy”

You let out a moan as he settles between your legs and parts your thighs wider. He rests his chest to yours and aims his cock for your entrance. As he penetrates you grip his shoulders and cry out from the piercing of his size.

"MMm my good girl taking my cock so well..-fuck-..your so tight" he says as you gasp for air feeling the stretch. He slowly makes you take every inch of him until it’s too painful "it’s too much A-austin! Too m-much!!" you plead as your eyes well with tears and your nails dig into his shoulders.

You don't think you can handle it as you start to feel how big his cock is. "Be a good girl and take it all for me" he says as he trusts himself deep sinking in all the way to your core. Your back arcs but no sound escapes your throat from the pain as the ecstasy amplifies it.

He works into you your stunned body at a gentle pace “Don’t worry pretty girl…the pain will subside … and you will like it "he reassures you and plants kisses on your neck to distract you as he thrusts into you stretching your tight walls. After a moment his words are true the pain transforms into pleasure and he hears your sweet moans in his ears.

He puts his left hand on your hip increasing his thrusts pushing his deepest to hit your cervix. He turns your head exposing the other side of your neck to kiss and suck your most vulnerable spot creating a bruise.

He pins your hands above your head and tilts his hips thrusting at a deeper angle and increasing your moans. His hips begin smacking into yours as you cry out on each one of his thrusts.“ Austin I’m so closel” you admit in passion.“Gonna make you cum with me” he breaths. He increases his speed until he’s wracking your body with his plows. “I’m gonna cum!” You yell making his cock twitch. He groans as he pumps you full of his seed. He grips your shoulders for leverage and pushes even deeper. You both moan in unison as you orgasm.

He finishes panting heavily above you staring into your eyes. He is thoroughly satisfied and already wants to feel every ridge of your walls without a condom.

You look back up at him as you regain your breath, it was the best sex you ever had. “I’m gonna pull out now” he says and you nod as he slides his shaft back until his cock head slips out. You both moan from the loss of contact. He slowly stands from the couch and pulls the condom off of his cock until it snaps. He fixes his sweats and discards the condom in a lined bin.

You quickly find your panties and your shorts and pull them back on then you stand and zip up your sports jacket. Austin raises the lights to brighten the room as he turns all the other settings in the movie theater off with his universal remote. “Earlier when you mentioned you didn’t eat I wanted to feed you. Can I feed you now” He asks over his shoulder.

You collect your purse. “No I think I’ll just go home.” You say nervously. He turns to look at you then.

“I want you to stay” he offers but you shy away “Austin I have classes in the morning I really wasn’t planning for …all of this”

He approaches you slowly tucking his finger under your chin. He sees in your eyes you are too drunk to even leave his estate.

He smirks knowing you’ll have to stay the night and he’s going to enjoy you again and again. He also has something he can give you that will always get his way with you.

“How much do I owe you for baby sitting me then” he asks slyly looking away to retrieve his phone. He opens the app to transfer money directly to your account. He leaves the number space blank as he hands it to you.

You look up at him knowing it was the best sex of your life but the way he corrupted the situation and controls you with it. You decide to go all in, typing in the number you want and handing it back to him. Double your monthly salary.

His eyes light up in amusement and he immediately hits send. You are well worth it. He wants you more and he quickly thinks of a way to get you to stay during the week.

Your phone alerts the transfer is complete and your stomach jumps in excitement looking at the amount in your banking app. He smiles seeing how happy you are.

As your eyes meet he gazes at you lustfully “For that amount you’ll have babysit me for the rest of the week then.” He admits.

End

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕲𝖔 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖒 𝕴 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝕾𝖆𝖞?

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

Relationship: merman (havmand) Thor Odinson c princess!reader

Words: ~2.2k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal and anal sex, size difference, multiple orgasms, double penetration), pet names, dub-con, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I know it’s not October or 2023 anymore, but let’s not all about that. Let’s just talk about the fact that Thor is big and beefy and has two dicks.

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You felt as though you didn’t have any tears left to cry while you stayed curled up in your bed. You could still hear your mother shouting at you through your door, though it did seem as though she was finally walking away as her voice was getting quieter. Perhaps she was finally going to leave you alone.

The thought of having to leave your home made you sob again in spite of your lack of tears. Leaving the sea and the cliffs you were used to and having to be surrounded by mountains sounded like torture. You needed the sound of the waves crashing against the towering rocks and the smell of the salt air as the wind carried its spray against your face. What were you supposed to do with the scent of snow and pine?

At some point your eyes drifted closed, and when you opened them again it was the middle of the night. The moon was reflecting off the sea below your window. You rubbed your eyes as you rose to your feet to open it, sighing at the scent of brine and frozen air made goosebumps rise on your skin. Another hour passed with you just staring at the ocean, the movement of the waves and the silvery light of the moon stirring something deep inside you. That was when you made your decision. You couldn’t be the wife to some king in a frozen, rocky wasteland. The sea was your life, it meant everything to you.

Your dressing gown slid to the floor so you were standing in nothing but your shift. A few steadying breaths were all you needed before you climbed out of your window and found purchase on the notches in the stone wall of your tower that you had scrambled down so many times before. Even though it was slick from the spray and starting to get icy, you still made it down in one piece. It was freezing, but it made you feel alive.

As soon as you reached solid ground you didn’t hesitate, running the few meters to the cliff’s edge and diving off into the empty air. Wind whipped around you for the perhaps three seconds before you entered the water and the shock of cold forced all of the breath from your lungs. There was no time to adjust, though, you had to start swimming. You breathed deeply when you resurfaced, your limbs fighting against the brutal push and pull of the waves as you made your way to deeper waters.

Every time your body was rocked by the waves your breath caught in your throat. It was like the sea was calling your name, desperately trying to pull you under and make you one with its murky depths. If you didn’t have a goal in mind you may have let it, but your eyes were fixed on the massive rock that rose from the waves a few miles from the coast, the one that was almost an island unto itself. His rock.

You were almost there when something wrapped around your waist and pulled you under the waves, making you scream as seawater burned your throat.

“Do not scream, kjæreste,” the sound of his voice immediately soothed you, your face tucking perfectly into Thor’s neck when he rolled onto his back and carried you towards the rock that was his home above the sea, “swimming in the middle of the night, there are far more dangerous things then I that rise from the depths at this hour, little princess.”

“I don’t care,” even in the freezing cold water he was warm, as was his smile when you peeked up at him through your lashes. “It would be better than what my mother has planned for me.”

“She still intends to marry you to the inland princeling, then?” Thor lifted you onto the slick black stone and climbed up after you, hushing you when you immediately crawled into his arms and buried your face in his chest. “My sweet little princess, you haven’t even met the man, you may like him.”

“No I won’t,” you gave him a stubborn pout. “I need the sea, I need you. I love you, Thor.”

“Little one…” Thor kissed the top of your head when you pressed your body even closer to his. “You may or you may not, kjæreste. Give it time. When you have been married to your princeling for a few years it will pass.”

“Don’t say that!” Your wail was truly miserable, your tears falling freely as you looked up at Thor with a wretched expression. “I don’t want to marry him! I want to be with you! Don’t make me go back, please.”

“You do not realize what you are asking, princess.” Thor stroked your hair and let out a deep sigh. “You would never be able to go home. You would never see another human being for the rest of your life.”

“I don’t want anything except you.” You clambered so you were straddling his tail, running your fingers through his golden hair and grinding against his sheath. “Only you, Thor. You’re all I need.”

“You are such a tenacious little thing, I do not believe I could ever say no to you.” Thor pulled you close and kissed you deeply, groaning into your mouth as he felt his cocks sliding from their sheath and growing hard under your ass. “You must be sure though, little one. You must tell me now that you can give up your family, the land of your birth, and all of your friends to be mine. That you will stay true even when I must stay beneath the sea for weeks at a time. Can you promise me, kjæreste?”

You felt your lower lip starting to quiver as you gazed at him. Of course you would miss your family and your friends, and the thought of not seeing them ever again gave you pause. But you really did love Thor. He was like the sea brought to life, and you could no sooner live without him than you could the sea itself.

“I promise, Thor.” You moaned into his mouth and fluttered your eyes when he kissed you deeply, one of his large hands gripping the edge of your shift and dragging it up your hips. The fingers of his other hand were suddenly filling your mouth and you sucked on them greedily, making sure to soak them with your spit as they muffled the sound of your voice. “I love you.”

“And I love you, little princess.” Thor smiled warmly as he dragged his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you again, his tongue tracing the curves of your lips as he slipped his spit-soaked fingers between the cheeks of your ass and teased them over the satiny skin of your asshole. “Just remember to keep breathing for me.”

Even though you nodded you couldn’t help but choke on your tongue when suddenly both of the trembling holes between your legs were full of him; your pussy with one of his thick cocks and your ass with two of his fingers as he stretched you in preparation. He swallowed each pathetic, desperate noise that fell from your lips when he started to move, cooing softly when your cunt fluttered around him and your fingers gripped his hair at the base of his neck. It was exceptionally adorable how quickly you turned into a whimpering mess once he started to fuck you, but he found it endearing.

You were very quickly starting to fall under the same spell you always fell under once he was inside you, murmuring nonsense words in between your whimpers while you struggled to move your body on top of his. He was so big, he always made you feel so tiny but never more so than when the two of you were locked together like this. The way he stretched you open to take him was almost painful from the strain but you secretly loved it, and when he removed his fingers from your ass and replaced them with his second cock you couldn’t do more than let out a garbled scream of pleasure as an orgasm raged through your body.

Thor took control when your body succumbed to the unimaginable bliss he always inflicted on you, kissing you gently in a way that contrasted beautifully with the sudden sharp and brutal movements of his hips. You were lost in a warm, gray haze when he rolled the two of you so he was on top, mumbling when you felt the sharp scrape of his teeth along your jaw as he fucked into you with abandon. Even in your incoherent state you still rolled your body to meet his, your breasts pressed against the smooth plane of his chest and your fingers clawing across his back as they struggled to find purchase on his slick skin.

Even though he made his home in the arctic waters of your country, Thor was so warm. Slippery and warm and large all over. It was addictive, like bathing in the volcanic pools and hot springs you had enjoyed in your youth. But in truth they were nothing like having Thor fuck you. Both of his cocks seemed to fit inside you perfectly, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your body until your own body was almost as slick as his. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass, gripping your hips and massaging your thighs. Then suddenly they were holding your face tenderly as he kissed all the breath from your body and fucked you so deep you could feel him in your throat.

When he ground against your clit you sobbed, your pussy fluttering wildly and your asshole clenching around each of his cocks as he kept moving faster and deeper. Your eyes stayed fixed on his even as they grew glassy and unfocused, your lips moving as though in a silent prayer as he growled into your mouth and began to thrust even more wildly. Thor’s lips trailed down your throat as you squirted and writhed against him, the low timbre of his voice vibrating your whole body and making everything even more intense.

You let him move your body however he pleased, putting up no resistance when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. When he bit your shoulder you just whined, shaking when the sudden sharp pain drew another climax from your exhausted body. It had never been like this before. It had always been intense and passionate but not like this. It was as though he was doing everything in his power to make his mark on you, and you were accepting it without protest.

All of your focus suddenly snapped to the sensations between your legs, one final, practically painful orgasm ripping through your body and making you scream so loudly the rock shook from the sound. And then his cocks were swelling and stretching you even wider and you could feel yourself about to pass out, the sudden warm rush of his cum into the deepest parts of you finally pushing over the edge into pitch black emptiness. Thor sighed as he watched your body sag and your eyes roll back in your head, smiling at you and gently cupping your cheek as you slid into unconsciousness. He took a few minutes to enjoy the sight of your sleeping form before carefully pulling out of you, chuckling when your pussy and asshole clenched around the emptiness and his seed dripped from your wide-stretched holes.

He pushed you into a corner near one of the steam vents to keep you warm while you slept, kissing your forehead before sliding back towards the sea and silently slipping into the water. It didn’t take him long at all to reach the murky depths, swimming through the algae as he sought the underwater cave he needed. Brunnhilde was there waiting for him, grinning wickedly as she flexed her tentacles around the stone she was reclining on and toyed with a brightly colored anemone. It was rare that she traveled this far north, but they’re kingdoms were friendly, and the sea witch would always be there for her friend and whatever assistance she could lend to his sinister ambitions.

“I take it your little princess gave her consent?” She chuckled darkly when he nodded, swirling her fingers through the cold water and sighing when it glowed with her magic. “How many have you collected now, seventeen?”

“Nineteen.” Thor found his own rock to rest against, burrowing his tail in the volcanic sand and beaming at his friend. “One for each of the rocks in the bay. Though I do find myself growing incredibly fond of this one.” A seahorse made the mistake of swimming too close to the havmand and he snarled as he snatched it from the water and ripped it in half with his teeth before chewing and swallowing. “If I sacrifice the others do you think you could work up a spell that might allow me to keep her?”

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The Lost Dragon XIII - Tranquility.

Summary:

Jace and Aemond find common ground and Vaelys is unwilling to make peace.

Warning(s): Angst, Apology, Mention of Miscarriage, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut - Fingering, Hand Job, P in V, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, Crying, Frustration, Child Birth.

*Features two year time skip*

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4267

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Jace's footsteps echoed through the corridors of Dragonstone as he made his way towards his sister's chambers. He could feel the tension in the air, a palpable weight that hung over the castle like a storm cloud. He knew that Vaelys was still reeling from the argument she'd had with their mother, Rhaenyra, and he was determined to help mend the rift between them.

As he approached the door to Vaelys' chambers, Jace paused, gathering his thoughts before he knocked gently. "Vaelys," he called out, his voice tentative. "It's me, Jace. Can I come in?"

There was a moment of silence before the door swung open, revealing Vaelys standing on the other side, her expression guarded and defiant. "What do you want, Jace?" she asked, her voice sharp with anger.

Jace stepped into the room, his gaze meeting his sister's with a mixture of concern and determination. "I came to talk," he replied softly, his tone pleading. "To see how you're doing-and to try and sort things out."

But Vaelys remained unmoved, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I don't want to talk," she snapped, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Especially not about Mother."

Jace sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew that Vaelys was hurting, that the wounds inflicted by their argument ran deep. But he also knew that he couldn't simply stand by and watch their family fall apart.

"Vaelys, please," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I know you're angry, but you can't shut us out forever. We're family."

But Vaelys shook her head, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Not anymore," she retorted, her voice thick with emotion. "Not after what Mother did."

Jace followed Vaelys as she made her way to the grassy cliff edge, where Aemond was sitting with their children, Sovia and Daevyn. The dragons—Silverwing, Sapphyre, Vermithor, and Vhagar—rested nearby, their massive forms casting long shadows in the afternoon sun.

As Vaelys approached Aemond, a smile lighting up her face, Aemond's expression darkened when he noticed Jace trailing behind her. His brow furrowed with concern, wary of the tension that lingered between them.

"Vaelys," Aemond greeted her, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Is everything ok?”

“Everything is fine-It’s time for the children to bathe” replied Vaelys firmly.

"Jace," Aemond acknowledged with a nod, his tone cool.

Jace shifted uncomfortably under Aemond's gaze, acutely aware of the tension that hung in the air. "Aemond," he replied evenly, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"Come on, little ones," Vaelys said affectionately, bending down to gather them in her arms. "It's time for your bath."

Sovia and Daevyn protested playfully, but Vaelys' gentle insistence soon had them reluctantly following her towards the castle.

As they disappeared inside, leaving the cliff edge bathed in the soft light of dusk, Jace turned his attention towards Aemond.

"Aemond, what my mother did-“ muttered Jace, his voice edged with frustration. "-She was worried what you might do."

Aemond's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening as he fixed his brother-in-law with a steely stare. "Worried or not, keeping Vaelys in the dark about where I was-it was cruel," he retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. "And then for Daemon to insinuate that I would betray her-it was unforgivable."

Jace bristled at the accusation, his own temper flaring in response. "They were trying to protect her," he countered, his voice rising with indignation. "You know how much she means to them, to all of us."

But Aemond shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Protect her? By tearing us apart?" he scoffed. "I would never betray Vaelys. Not in a thousand lifetimes."

Jace's resolve wavered as he met Aemond's gaze, the pain and anguish etched in his eyes impossible to ignore. In that moment, he realized the depth of his brother-in-law's suffering, the weight of his own guilt heavy upon him.

"I-I know, Aemond," Jace admitted quietly, his voice filled with regret. "T-They thought they were doing what was best for her. But now-now I see how cruel it all was."

Aemond's voice was heavy with resignation as he addressed Jace, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. "I know kidnapping Vaelys was wrong," he admitted, his tone tinged with regret. "But I tried my best to protect her”.

Jace's expression softened, a pang of remorse tugging at his heart as he listened to his brother-in-law's confession. He knew that Aemond had faced impossible choices, that he had sacrificed everything in his desperate bid to shield Vaelys from harm.

"Aemond, I-" Jace began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. "I understand why you did what you did. And I'm sorry-I'm sorry for everything that's happened."

Aemond nodded solemnly, a weary acceptance in his eyes. "Thank you, Jace," he replied quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. "But no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try-it's never going to be good enough, is it?"

Jace's heart clenched at the truth of Aemond's words, the weight of their shared guilt hanging heavy upon them both. "I wish things could be different," he admitted softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I wish we could go back and make things right."

But Aemond shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "It's too late for that," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation. "All we can do now is try to move forward, to rebuild what's been broken."

Jace's voice broke through the heavy silence, his words filled with a sense of turmoil. "Aemond, how do you do it?" he asked, his tone weighted with uncertainty.

Aemond furrowed his brow in confusion, taken aback by the sudden question. "Do what?" he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Jace hesitated for a moment before continuing, his gaze faltering as he struggled to find the right words. "How did you cope-when Vaelys suffered the miscarriage?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's heart clenched at the mention of the painful memory, the grief and sorrow washing over him like a tidal wave. He closed his eyes, the weight of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

"It wasn't easy," he admitted quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "There were moments... when I thought I couldn't bear it. But I knew I had to be strong for Vaelys."

He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Sometimes, especially when I was in exile, I would think of the babe we would have had," he confessed, his voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "Boy or girl, it didn't matter. I would have loved them with all my heart."

Aemond's eyes brimmed with tears as he spoke, the pain of their loss still fresh in his mind. But then, amidst the darkness of his grief, a flicker of light emerged.

"But I cope," he said softly, his voice filled with determination, "By loving my wife. By being there for her, no matter what."

"Baela-she struggles with our loss. I don't know how to help her."

Aemond regarded his brother-in-law with empathy, the pain of their shared grief etched in his eyes. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jace's shoulder. "I understand, Jace," he said softly. "It's not easy seeing the one you love in pain."

Jace nodded, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I just want to make it better for her," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion.

Aemond offered him a reassuring smile, a glimmer of understanding passing between them. "Sometimes," he began, his voice gentle yet firm, "The best thing you can do is simply be there for her. Let her cry, let her scream. Hold her close and tell her you love her."

He paused, his gaze searching Jace's for reassurance. "It won't take away the pain," he continued, "But knowing that you're there, that she's not alone, it can make all the difference."

Jace nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him at Aemond's words. "Thank you, Aemond," he said quietly, his voice filled with appreciation. "I'll do whatever it takes to help her through this."

Aemond stood on the grassy cliffs of Dragonstone, his gaze fixed on the sky as he watched Jace soar away on the back of his dragon Vermax.

Turning away from the horizon, Aemond made his way back towards the castle, his thoughts lingering on the bond he shared with his family. As he stepped inside, the warmth of the hearth greeted him, casting a soft glow over the room.

And there, in the corner, he found Vaelys reading a story to their children, Sovia and Daevyn, their laughter filling the air like music. Aemond's heart swelled with love as he watched them, his worries melting away in the warmth of their embrace.

Joining them by the fire, Aemond wrapped his arms around his wife and children.

"What book are we reading?" he inquired, his tone filled with genuine curiosity.

Sovia beamed up at her father, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's a story about a dragon who saved a Princess," she answered, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And then they fell in love."

Aemond's heart swelled with affection as he looked at his daughter, her innocence a reminder of the beauty and wonder of the world. His gaze then shifted to Vaelys, who met his eyes with a soft smile, her love shining brightly in the warmth of her gaze.

As the family immersed themselves in the tale of the dragon and the princess, there came a gentle knock at the door. Ceci, stood in the doorway, her warm smile lighting up the room.

"Supper has been prepared” she announced softly, her voice carrying a note of warmth and familiarity.

Vaelys glanced up from the book, a smile touching her lips as she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Ceci," she said warmly. "We'll be there shortly."

Ceci dipped into a polite curtsy before retreating from the room, leaving the family in the quiet comfort of their own company once more.

As they entered the dining hall, Aemond's hand still playfully tickling Sovia's side, they found Helaena, her children and Daeron already seated at the table. The room was filled with the aroma of a hearty meal, and the sound of cheerful chatter filled the air.

Vaelys' eyes swept across the room, her attention catching on Daeron, who sat with a sheepish grin, stealing glances at Ceci, who’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she gasped in shock as she realized Vaelys had noticed, but Vaelys merely offered her a warm smile before turning her attention to Aemond.

Aemond's laughter rang out as he continued to tickle Sovia, the joyous sound filling the room with warmth. Vaelys' heart swelled with love as she watched her husband and daughter, a sense of contentment washing over her.

As they took their seats at the table, joining Helaena and her children, Vaelys felt a sense of gratitude for the simple moments of happiness that filled their lives.

*Two Years Later*

As they walked deeper into the cavern, the sound of trickling water grew louder until they reached a small chamber bathed in a soft, golden glow. Steam rose from the surface of a crystal-clear pool nestled against the rocky walls, the air heavy with warmth.

Vaelys and Aemond exchanged a look, anticipation gleaming in their eyes, before they began to undress, shedding layers until they stood bare beneath the flickering torchlight. With a shared smile, they stepped into the soothing waters of the hot spring, sighing in bliss as the heat enveloped them.

Aemond's eye sparkled with affection as he watched Vaelys, her silhouette softened by the gentle glow of the hot spring's waters. With a tender smile, he extended his hand, inviting her to join him closer. Vaelys, sensing his intention, waded towards him, her heart quickening with anticipation.

As she drew near, Aemond wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap with a gentle embrace. Vaelys settled against him, the warmth of his body mingling with the soothing heat of the water.

Vaelys then reached up and delicately slipped the eyepatch from Aemond's head, revealing the sapphire nestled within, its deep blue hue capturing her gaze.

Tenderly, she leaned forward, and pressed a series of soft kisses on the scarred side of Aemond’s face.

Each kiss was a silent declaration for the love she felt for her husband.

As she pulled away their gazes locked the world around them fade away, leaving only the two of them, in that moment.

Aemond leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

He was about to pull away when Vaelys slowly opened her mouth, inviting him in, her wet hand sliding round the back of his neck.

Encouraged, Aemond parted his own lips against hers and slowly slid his tongue inside her hot wet mouth.

Looking up at Aemond’s face, she licked her lips and ran a hand down his chest, digging her nails into his skin as she went.

Aemond seemed to enjoy the tinge of pain mixed pleasure, his eye rolling back in his head.

Vaelys then lowered her hand to wrap around his hard cock.

Aemond drew in his breath at her touch, his cock throbbing, as she slowly moved her hand up and down.

Her tongue running along his lower lip as she leisurely stroked his cock.

Her hand sliding smoothly along his wet length with firm, deliberate strokes.

“N-No m-more, I’m going to come if you carry on-” muttered Aemond.

“I want to suck your cock” whispered Vaelys.

Aemond shuddered, as her hot breath tickled his ear.

Before he could answer Vaelys took a deep breath and slid under the water, gripping his erection a little harder than she would ordinarily have dared.

Aemond didn't move.

Vaelys put her lips to his head then quickly pulled his cock into her mouth, forming a tight seal so as to not let too much water enter.

Stroking his shaft firmly, she moved up and down, swallowing his head and as much of his length as she could, sucking hard.

Vaelys’ hearing was somewhat clouded by the surrounding water.

She didn't hear Aemond’s sharp intake of breath, and she couldn't see how he tilted his head back, eye closed against the glorious streaks of pleasure coursing through his body.

Aemond couldn't remember the last time he was this hard.

Vaelys head broke clear of the water, she gasped for breath and pushed her streaming-wet silver hair back over her head.

“What are you?” asked Aemond.

But Vaelys didn’t answer she just smirked and moved backwards, her arms moving hypnotically under the water as she swam away from him.

Aemond smiled as he pushed himself away from the edge of the pool and swam after her, but she took a deep breath and sunk below the surface of the water.

Aemond watched as she moved sinuously through the clear water, his wife stopped and stared at him from under the water, her silver hair fanned out behind her like a curtain, she smiled as she resurfaced but dodged out of his way as he went to grab her, taking a breath a sinking beneath the surface once more.

Descending under the water, Aemond followed his wife, he was never one for swimming and he’d only learnt as a child after he complained to his mother when he’d saw Vaelys, and her bastard strong brothers being taught by Ser Laenor.

Thank the seven he’d insisted, because if he hadn’t then he wouldn’t be able to share in his current experience with his wife.

He rose to the surface and took another deep breath before descending below the surface again, reaching for his wife as she swam past him and tickled him.

Aemond seized hold of his wife and moved his hands around her neck as he pressed his lips to hers.

They both resurfaced at the same time, breathing heavily as their hands grasped at one another.

Aemond took hold of Vaelys and span her around, his body pushing her towards the edge of the pool, his hard cock grinding against her arse.

“Valzȳrys” exclaimed Vaelys (Husband).

Aemond’s large hands skimming down her sides, moving further and further down, extending his middle finger to tease her folds.

“Vok” growled Aemond (Perfect).

“A-Aemond” whimpered Vaelys.

“Do you know how much I fucking love you” rasped Aemond, his tongue running along the shell of her ear.

Aemond shifts slight as he continues to stroke her folds with one hand, whilst the other begins to tease her puckered hole with one finger.

He works in silence for a while, easing his finger in and out of her arse until she could take it easily.

Pulling out, he slowly added a second finger.

“Oh gods. Oh yes” moaned Vaelys, as Aemond dug his teeth into her shoulder.

“As much as I would love to fuck you there-I want to be inside your cunny”

“Oooh Aemond” exclaimed Vaelys.

“I’m going to fill you my seed-put another babe in you”.

“Aemond-Please fuck me” begged Vaelys.

“Oh, like this?” asked Aemond, and a second later his hard length filled her cunny in one smooth stroke.

“God. Yes. Aemond” screamed Vaelys.

He began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

“Your cunt feels amazing” sighed Aemond.

Slowly thrusting back and forth. Over and over, withdrawing further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from her warm wet entrance, he paused for a moment before thrusting himself back inside her.

Aemond then began to fuck her in earnest, plunging his cock into her cunny over and over, Vaelys’ moans of need echoing around the cavern.

The warm water rolling and splashing against the edges of the pool from the force of his thrusts.

Deciding he wanted to see her face as he fucks her, Aemond withdrew and turned her around, lifting his wife against him.

Her legs automatically wrap around his waist as he reaches down, wrapping a hand around his hard cock as he sheathes himself back inside her.

He rests his back against the rocky edges of the pool and digs his fingers into Vaelys’ hips as she rides him, hard and fast.

Aemond takes one of her stiffened rosy nipples into his mouth and sucks.

Fuck he couldn’t wait to get her with child again, her round stomach and her milk swollen breasts that he would indulge himself with.

Aemond felt his stones draw in; his peak was approaching. He snaked a hand around Vaelys’ body and played with her clitoris, plucking it with his fingers.

“Oh gods” moaned Vaelys as her whole-body shook.

“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond, his thrusts starting to jerk.

He was close. So close.

Vaelys screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her cunt convulsed around his cock.

“I’m going to fill you up-I meant it when I said I want to get you with child again”.

“A-Another babe?” whimpered Vaelys.

“Yes” growled Aemond.

“P-Please, I want it” begged Vaelys.

“FUCK” roared Aemond.

His own peak nearly took him off his feet. The sensation took over his body as he spilled rope after rope of his seed, he had no recollection of what he did or said for the good minute it took for his peak to crest, then subside.

He had never come so hard in his life.

Breathing hard, Aemond gently pulled out and enveloped his wife’s shaking limbs into a tight hug.

“I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Not at all” replied Vaelys quietly.

“Let’s head back to our chambers-I’ll have the maids bring us some food and drink, your going to need your energy for the night ahead ābrazȳrys, I plan on having you many more times this night” said Aemond firmly, his lips curving into a smile.

Vaelys lay in bed, her hand tightly clasped in Aemond's as she breathed through the waves of pain that rippled through her body. Sweat glistened on her brow, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as the moment they had been awaiting drew near.

Aemond stood by her side, his expression a mix of concern and unwavering support. With each contraction, he offered words of encouragement, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of sensations that swept over Vaelys.

"You're doing so well, my love," he murmured, brushing a lock of silver hair from her forehead. "Just a little while longer, and our child will be in our arms."

As the waves of pain intensified and the moments stretched into eternity, Vaelys felt the tears running down her cheeks. But these tears weren't solely born from the agony of childbirth; they were tears of overwhelming joy, tears of gratitude for the man who was standing by her side.

Through clenched teeth and gasps for air, Vaelys managed to whisper amidst the throes of labour, "I'm so happy you're here, Aemond."

Aemond's heart swelled with emotion as he squeezed her hand tighter, his eye reflecting the depth of his love and devotion. "I wouldn't be anywhere else, Issa jorrāelagon," he replied, his voice thick with emotion (My love).

"Princess” Maester Garrick began, his eyes meeting hers with a reassuring gaze, "The time has come. With each contraction, I need you to push with all your strength."

Vaelys nodded, her resolve steeling as she braced herself for the next wave of pain. Gripping Aemond's hand tightly, she drew a deep breath, summoning every ounce of determination within her.

"As the next contraction begins, I want you to bear down and push," the Maester instructed, his voice steady and measured. "Focus on the strength within you, Princess. You can do this."

As another wave of agony swept over her, Vaelys closed her eyes and followed the Maester's guidance, pushing with all her might, her muscles straining. With each exertion, she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, propelling her forward towards the moment of delivery.

"Good, Princess, good," the Maester encouraged, his hands guiding her with practiced precision.

"Keep pushing, just a little more, your doing amazing” exclaimed Aemond.

Through gritted teeth, Vaelys obeyed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushed with all the strength she could muster. And then, with one final push the babe arrived with a wet squelch.

As the room filled with the sound of a newborn's cry, Maester Garrick's face broke into a smile of satisfaction. "You've done it, Princess” he declared, his voice filled with pride.

Exhausted yet elated, Vaelys collapsed back against the pillows, her eyes shining with tears of relief and joy. Beside her, Aemond squeezed her hand, his own eyes brimming with emotion as they gazed upon the tiny bundle of life that lay cradled in the Maester's arms.

With gentle hands, Maester Garrick carefully cradled the newborn in his arms, his weathered face breaking into a warm smile as he turned towards Vaelys and Aemond.

"You have a son" he said, his voice filled with a sense of reverence.

Vaelys' heart swelled with a rush of emotion as she gazed down at the tiny bundle nestled in the maester's arms. Tears of joy filled her eyes as she reached out, her arms trembling with anticipation, yearning to hold her newborn child against her chest.

Aemond's expression mirrored her own as he leaned in closer, his eyes shining with pride and wonder. "A son," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Our son."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Maester Garrick carefully transferred the baby into Vaelys' waiting arms, cradling him against her chest with infinite tenderness. As she felt the weight of her son against her, a sense of overwhelming love washed over her, filling her with a warmth that eclipsed even the radiant glow of the chamber's torches.

"He's perfect," Vaelys breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she pressed a kiss to the soft crown of her son's head. "Our beautiful son."

Aemond leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the baby's cheek.

As Vaelys cradled their newborn son in her arms, she couldn't help but marvel at the striking resemblance he bore to his father. The baby's features were a perfect reflection of Aemond's: the same strong jawline, the same piercing amethyst eyes and even the hint of a dimple that appeared when he puckered his tiny lips.

"He looks just like you, Aemond," Vaelys whispered, her voice filled with awe as she gazed down at their son.

As the tender moment between Vaelys, Aemond, and their newborn son lingered in the chamber, Maester Garrick, with a gentle yet expectant tone, interjected, "Princess, my Prince what shall we name this precious babe?"

Vaelys fell silent for a moment, her eyes flickering between the babe in her arms and her husband beside her. In that silent pause, there was a quiet reverence, a sacredness to the decision that hung in the air. And then, with a certainty that settled upon her like a warm embrace, she spoke.

"Aemon," she said softly, her voice carrying a weight of reverence and love. "His name is Aemon."

Aemond's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief. For a moment, he was speechless, overcome by the honour and significance of the name chosen for their son—a name that echoed his own.

"Aemon," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as he reached out to gently touch his son's tiny fingers. "It's a perfect name."

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eggedbellies · 10 months

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Okay I've never done this before but the idea of people reading this is actually so fucking hot to me so I'm just not going to overthink it, enjoy ;)

A jelly dildo that resembled a tentacle is what the link she'd found online had said.

This was--certainly that but she'd expected something a few centimeters thick and as long as a half foot ruler.

What she had gotten was much bigger, roughly as long and thick as her with enough suckers along its glistening surface to make her wet simply by looking at it.

The jelly seemed to be filled with those tiny beads, that reminded her a bit of the bottles of facewash she saw in the drugstore but her primary objective was to get it in her as soon as possible so she didn't give it much notice past that.

She didn't bother with lube, simply licking along it's length and then sucking, taking it as deep as her throat would allow.

Her cunt clenched around nothing as the tentacle seemed to caress her palate, slick sliding down her thigh.

Without preamble, she braced her legs against the headboard and slid it within.

For how thick it was, it went in without resistance--the drag of the suckers against her inner walls making her moan loudly.

She didn't even care who heard her, the tentacle fucking her felt so good, curling within her to reach every part, and her clit being sucked but one of the suction cups outside.

It seemed almost warm, and lost in her haze, she thought it was growing in girth, the thrusting increasing even as her hands slowed down.

"I'm going to come--I'm going to come--"

Just as she was about to reach the peak she felt it. There was something large and solid, about the size and shape of a large apple push its way into her cunt.

As it forced its way through her cervix, her body seized--pushed into an orgasm like she'd been shoved off a cliff.

She doesn't know how long she came for, but as she regained control of her senses, the tentacle still fucking despite the oversensitivity, she pressed a hand against her belly and found a noticeable bump that hadn't been there before.

She pushed down on it and groaned, the intrusion in her womb pressing against her organs in the most intense, pleasurable way.

The tentacle was swollen to much larger than its original size, with large eggs embedded within the jelly.

There was something prying her ass cheeks apart and pressing a slick probe to her hole.

Her moans were now a constant, the tentacle pushing its way into her ass and womb, the eggs lining up against the entrances.

Both eggs (significantly larger than the previous one) pushed into her at once at an agonizing pace, and she felt like she was being edged deliciously for hours.

Only once the egg popped into her womb could she come, starting the process all over again.

Somewhere in between a tentacle snaked into her mouth, letting her suck on a sweet syrup that only made the burn between her legs more intense and urgent.

Despite how stuffed she was, she still felt empty, wanting to be filled till she wanted to burst.

She doesn't know how long the tentacle creature used her body, dumping clutches of eggs into her waiting form.

When her belly was distended, stuffed with melon sized eggs till she looked inhumanely massive did the tentacle stop.

Instead, it released a stream of thick, hot liquid that trickled into her womb and gut till she just looked like a spherical womb.

The creature slithered away, but not without leaving her plugged up with the end bits of the tentacles.

She looked into her mirror, thoroughly fucked out. Her arms barely reached halfway when she tried to wrap them around her, her belly heavy and gravid.

She didn't know how long she was going to stay like that, but something told her that those eggs were going to leave much bigger than they had entered.

And if it had been torturous when they had been fucked into her, she couldn't wait how to see how they would feel coming out.

hey so this story is so good and fuck me i wish that was me, god, i want to be bred and immobilised by a tentacle masquarading as a toy, fuck, pleas.e..

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itsclydebitches · 3 months

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The amount of times RWBY wants us to feel scared for the safety of characters while conveniently forgetting Aura exists is staggering. Neo attacks Ruby with the intent to kill but her Aura is still active. James almost shoots Marrow with the intent to kill but his Aura is still active. Watts hacks an Atlesian Knight to run towards Qrow, Robyn and the Ace Ops with the intent to explode but their Auras are still all active. Sure the attacks would hurt like hell but they're not gonna kill, why should I fear for their safety?

If we're being generous (I'm having a good night lol) I suppose we could read moments like James vs. Marrow as shocking not because it would be a one-shot death sentence, but because he's threatening - in general - to take Marrow down. Sort of the equivalent of an IRL person raising their fists. Is that an immediate threat to the person's life? No. Are you making it clear that you're willing to fight over this while also ambiguously leaving it open how far you're willing to take things? Yeah.

You're right though, too often RWBY relies on average action threats (a pistol, an explosion, etc.) to raise the stakes without taking into account that none of that should be very scary to our protagonists. Not until their aura breaks (and we have no sense of when that will happen, despite them all supposedly carrying Scrolls to tell them. Which I get because if RWBY introduced clear thresholds of when aura breaks they'd have to actually abide by that rule). I feel the same way about characters about to fall: Ruby hanging off the airship with Neo, Ruby hanging off the cliff while fighting Cordovin, Ruby and Oscar both going down in an airship. The very first technique we're shown is a landing strategy, so how is falling from a massive height - even while taking into account other factors like, say, snagging the farm boy who never went to Huntsmen school and might need to use you as a personal parachute - meant to be taken as a serious threat?

In this regard the void of Volume 8 is actually a GREAT idea. Suddenly your landing strategy doesn't mean a thing if you have nowhere to land. Suddenly a single hit can be a threat. Not because the hit itself would seriously hurt you, but because it might knock you off the edge. I actually love the concept of Yang falling at the start of that fight, RWBY just did such a horrific job of executing it that there's nothing left for me to enjoy. Why does Yang panic like that when, as established, a single hit from Neo is not going to kill Ruby, or even seriously hurt her? Why is she jumping in front of her sister at all when the entire POINT (supposedly) of her Volume 3+ arc was to learn fight smarter, rather than relying on emotional impulsivity? (I will seriously never be over how that moment is an exact repeat of Yang trying to save Blake and yet the show doesn't seem to realize that.) Why does only Blake have a reaction to Yang "dying"? Why didn't the whole team of talented fighters with various ranged weaponry/magic/speed make a serious attempt to catch her?

All of this isn't even taking into account how Yang, as someone who powers up via taking hits, should consistently be standing her ground like she did against the mech, knowing her aura will not only save her, but give her an advantage. She's the tank. If Yang had gotten in front of Ruby with a confident, calm expression that conveyed her understanding that Neo can't one-shot her aura like Adam once did, taking the hit both to spare Ruby's aura and power her semblance as a strategic decision (give her a smirk and a taunting line like, "Thanks for the boost" before knocking Neo back), then later falls some other way after her team tries and fails to save her... that would have been so much better imo.

Yang's lack of engagement with her semblance has been especially frustrating for me after her line about how Adam "cheats." If Yang thinks it sucks that she has to take a beating to gain an edge... show her actually taking a beating to gain an edge. You know, like the show once did. It would be so badass to watch Yang getting in the way of all the attacks against her team, toeing the line between safety and breaking her own aura, before finally EXPLODING with a massive attack she's been saving up for, making that sacrifice worth it.

(Also potentially devastating if she's taking those hits with turning the tide in mind... but then she falls before she can see her plan through.)

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER VI

WARNINGS;; long chapter, violence, spoilers for heir of fire, blood, whip

“eat it”

“come on abraxos, eat it. it’s your reward” manon said through her teeth “you earned it” but abraxos was still sniffing the flowers. ayla tried to suppress a smile… but failed.

“it’s good for you” manon said, but he went right back to sniffing the violets. a laugh escaped ayla’s mouth.

“stop that” manon said through her teeth, but ayla only laughed harder until she was lying on the floor.

manon tossed the leg right in front of his massive mouth and tucked her hands into the folds of her red cloak. he snuffed at it, his new iron teeth glinting in the radiant light, then stretched out one massive, claw-tipped wing and—

shoved it aside.

“is it not fresh enough?” and abraxos moved to sniff some white and yellow flowers.

“you can’t really like flowers.”

“you know? they really smell good, maybe i should visit this place more” ayla shifted her eyes from manon to abraxos. bring me with you. he seemed to say.

manon rolled her eyes “you too are going to be the death to me” she picked the leg “if you won’t eat it, then i will.”

she bit into the raw meal… and spat it everywhere.

“what in the mother’s dark shadow-”

“now i’m thankful i can’t eat meat raw.” she looked as manon tossed the leg away.

“fine. you want fresh meat… then we’re going to have to hunt”

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“i hate you” ayla looked at manon, panting through her teeth at abraxos.

“did the meeting with your grandmother go so badly?”

“yes. and all because he is a willful, lazy worm”

“manon-” but she wasn’t listening. manon checked her tight braid and flicked her clear inner lid into place. “let’s go” she said.

“manon, i don’t think this is a good idea.”

“yes it is. the humans had said that her wings are functional, so he can fly, and he is going to fly because i say so.” she hissed to herself, eyeing the saddle on his back. abraxos continued to lie in the sun. “warrior heart indeed.”

ayla bit her lip. she didn’t like this. she watched as manon landed on his haunch and she was into the saddle. she shoved her booted feet into the stirrups and gripped the reins. “we’re flying now.” she dug her heels into his sides.

“manon-”

“enough” she barked, hauling with one arm to guide him over the eastern edge. ayla was getting nervous. abraxos was panicked, and her voice was no more than a crackling leaf on the wind. “abraxos…” she whispered. “ABRAXOS NO!”

his leg slid off the cliff and they plummeted into open air.

not again. not again. not again. not again. she was all she could think. she hated her fae form. she hated not having her powers, because all she couldn’t do anything to help. she was feeling useless.

she heard manon shout. “open your wings”

open your wings abraxos.

manon could see the pine cones on the trees. “open them!” a war cry that was answered with a piercing shriek as abraxos flung open his wings, caught the updraft, and sent them soaring away from the ground.

and manon was flying. ayla watched them fly and wish she could be flying with them. she heard abraxos unleashed a roar of joy and manon echoed it.

ayla felt her the tears ran down her cheeks.

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two weeks passed until manon and her thirteen mastered her training as a unit. they woke up before the sun was up, and every night ayla healed manon’s scratches and helped her relax. slowly, each one of them developed her own fighting instincts individually and as a group, and then they were outpacing every coven.

i’m not surprised, your coven is the best there has been in centuries. ayla had said one night.

but… abraxos couldn’t take the crossing. his wings weren’t strong enough. manon had used her downtime to see abraxos, to train with him. ayla didn’t care manon didn’t have time with her. she knew manon needed as much time with abraxos as possible.

ayla watched as the overseer grafted the spidersilk manon had got from the spiders. “you’re crazy.” manon gave her a grin. “isn’t that why you love me?” she giggled and kissed her cheek. once abraxos was healed, manon brought her to the northern fang where they would try the crossing.

asterin, sorrel and ayla waited behind them. and unfortunately for them, iskra was also there. the first two ones on their mounts and ayla was seated in front of sorrel. manon had promised them to jump away from him if things went wrong, but she knew manon wasn’t keen on the plan.

manon nodded to her second and third, and ayla gave her a reassuring smile.

she checked the stirrups, the saddle and the reins one more time, abraxos tense and snarling. “let’s go” she said to him, pulling the reins to lead him further “now” she napped. she tried and tried and tried, but abraxos didn’t move. she finally snapped. “fine. have him locked up wherever he’ll be the most miserable, he’s not coming out until he’s willing to make the crossing”

manon snapped her fingers at them, and sorrel helped ayla dismount from her wyvern. once she was on the floor, she rushed to manon and took her hand. “let’s go manon.” she dragged her to the entrance as iskra make her way to them.

“why don’t you stay, manon?” iskra called. “i could show your wyvern how it’s done”

“keep walking,” sorrel murmured to manon and ayla squeezed her hand. forget about her. she tried to say and manon squeeze back.

“they say it’s not the beast who are the problem, but the riders,” iskra went on. they kept walking.

“though, perhaps your mount needs a bit of discipline”

“let’s go” sorrel coaxed as she pressed to manon’s side, ayla on the other and asterin walking behind, guarding manon’s and ayla’s back.

iskra shouted something to someone. a whip snapped and a roar of pain and fear filled the place. manon stopped dead, and ayla looked behind them. “oh gods…” she muttered. the scene… abraxos was huddling against the wall and iskra stood before him, whip bloody from the line she’d sliced down his face, narrowly missing his eye.

none of them were fast enough as manon tackled iskra.

“manon no!” ayla shouted, but sorrel grabbed her by the waist, stopping her from running to manon.

they were a storm of teeth and nails, flipping and shredding and biting. manon thought she might be roaring, roaring so loud the hall shook.

“manon please stop!” her voice cracked as she exclaimed again. she watched as manon hit the earth, spat out a mouthful of blue blood and ducked past iskra’s guard and threw her onto the unforgiving stone. the last one groaned as manon brought her fist down onto her face.

her knuckles howled in pain, but she wasn’t thinking. iskra swiped at her face and manon reeled back, the blow cutting down her neck, but manon was onto her again, digging harder into iskra’s chest and struck, again. again. again. “manon!” ayla exclaimed again. manon lifted her hand again but sorrel hauled her off. manon trashed against them, still screaming.

ayla grabbed her by the shoulder, her own nails cutting into her to make her pause, realize. her other hand grabbed her wounded cheek and lowered her down to look at her into her eyes. “he is fine, manon” ayla said, her voice softer this time. “ abraxos is fine. look at him. look at him please and see that he’s fine”

manon obeyed and found him looking at her, eyes wide. asterin was between them and iskra, both of them growling, ready for another fight. she looked at ayla again at noticed her face stained with tears. blackeaks didn’t cry. but she wasn’t a blackbeak. she sighed and ayla lowered her hands to her chest and pressed her forehead there, listening to her heartbeat.

looking at iskra manon hissed. “you touch him again, and i’ll drink the marrow from your bones”

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ayla was waiting for manon in their room, preparing everything to clean her wounds. the door opened and manon entered and closed the door behind her. she took off her cape and sat on the bed, resting her head in her hands. ayla approached her quietly, and when she was standing in front of her, manon rested her head on her stomach, her arms circled ayla’s waist and ayla caressed her head.

she whispered softly. “let me take care of you… please.” manon moved and watched as her mate took the supplies she needed, then she sat on her lap and started taking care of her. when she finished, manon walked to the bathroom to wash herself. ayla was on the bed when she went out. laying down on the bed next to ayla, she moved to her side, so she was looking at her. manon’s eyes were cold.

“i want to kill her”

“i know manon, i know.” she sighed, brushing a hand on her cheek “but not now manon”

manon closed her eyes. when she opened them again, they were warmer. for her. just for her. “you were going to get into the fight”

“of course i was.”

manon smiled at last and grabbing the back of her neck, she pressed her mouth with her’s.

tagging;; @thehighladywrites @hellwantfuckme @shadowdaddies @fightmedraco

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Worldbuilding in Five

Both @thetruearchmagos and @theprissythumbelina tagged me in this! I'm going to tag @anyablackwood, @laffy-taffy-creations, @mikathewriter, and whoever else wants to play!

Rules: post 3-5 images of a place in your world and tell us a bit about it.

So I feel like NYTF gets enough love...how about the world of Ateine? This is slightly more than 5.

Base Sky (Watcher settlement)

Base Sky is the primary Watcher (rebel) settlement, and is the host of its extensive government. Despite having a large population (well over one million people), Base Sky looks like an uninhabited jungle, as buildings are designed to blend into the trees and stretch deep into natural and hand-carved cave systems. Its crowning feature is a large, underground arena where Arena Combat Simulations are held, along with other large-crowd events such as concerts and performances. Base Sky is located in the dense, tropical jungle about 50km from Kaptol.

Kaptol

A bastardization of the word "Capital" and sometimes spelled Kp-tol, Kaptol is the large hexagon city where the first Ateineians were created/born/arrived (depending on your religious sect). It's a very large, technologically advanced city which erases its past as it builds to new and grander heights. The culture here is a massive melting pot, borrowing from each of the six partages. It is built on a peninsula, bordered to the north by a dense tropical jungle. The cliffs along the edge of the city drop of precipitously, lifting it high above the water.

The High Sanctum

In the midst of the hi-tech and quickly-evolving Kaptol is a building seemingly untouched by time: the High Sanctum. Built by the god AllPower herself, it is the religious, governmental, and cultural center of Ateine. It is a grand building of white stone, full of vaulted ceilings, towering columns, and 6 massive statues of the six gods. Each is over 10 meters tall, and on their pedestals, people leave offerings and sacrifices. Throughout its grandiose halls, the theocratic government of Ateine operates.

The High Sanctum's tallest spire is the highest point on Ateine; nothing can be built higher. High rises and skyscrapers throughout Kaptol and Ateine try to creep as close as they can.

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redheadspark · 11 months

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Hello! If it hasn’t been requested yet, could you do 7 with Druig? It could be like a continuation of the fic “Come with Me,” you did a little bit ago? If that’s ok?

A/N - Awww I love this! I'm glad to add to the prompt! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Here is Come With Me

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Summary - Druig takes you on a getaway

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“Where are you taking me, Druig?”

“I can’t tell you! It’s a surprise!”

“You know I’m not good with surprises,”

Druig only smiled as you both were walking side by side along the forest tree line that took you to the outskirts of the little city. The moon was already rising, the sun long gone and the tints of blue and black were swirled together like the constellations high above. You were holding a small basket Druig told you to bring along that as filled with your favorite snacks that would last for two days, he was carrying his own bag with spare clothings and other things you two would need. In all fairness, you had no idea what you were going to do.

This surprise was keeping you on the edge of your toes.

After Druig told you that he wanted to take you away for the weekend, you were on board with the thought of stepping away from your Eternal duties for a bit. He knew you were stressed and worn out from the Deviant attacks that were in the town, the last two attacks were particularly vicious. You were falling asleep sooner when you fell into bed, your energy was less than it was before, and you felt beyond heavy in how you felt like you wren’t doing a good enough job. But you ever thought others would see it since it tried to mask it and not show the worn out look on your face. Druig saw through it though, wishing to do anything to make it better for you.

“Druig, honestly whatever you’re planning—“ You stopped talking when you two turned a corner and you saw where Druig was ultimately taking you. Out on a small little hill, near one of the massive cliffs that over looked the open sea, was a small little home. The house itself seemed ancient compared to the others homes in the town, the worn walls and rooftop, the dusty road that was made simply from feet going to and for along the land, it seemed so lovely and delicate, yet looking stable against the wind of the sea.

“Druig,” You gasped as he just smiled.

“It used to belong to the old guards that would watch the sea for upcoming invaders,” Druig explained, “One of the elders kept it since he’s had it in his family for years, so I talked to him about us having it for a few days,”

You tore your eyes away from the little home over to Druig, seeing him watch to see your reaction. He was nervous you were going to think something else behind the gesture. Did he think you were going to hate it? Or that you were going to get the wrong impression?

Instead, you threw an arm around him and hugged him tightly.

Druig was shocked from the gesture, but he then slowly hugged you back in retuned as you spoke in his year, “Thank you, Druig!”

The warmth in his chest was beyond warm now, almost simmering now as you pulled away and looked at the house again. You then reached down and took his hand, lacing your fingers together and Druig could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Come on!” You said to him, you both walking along the worn path as the soft sounds of the crickets were being heard. Druig was following you willing, still overwhelmed that you loved the little home. Maybe his doubts plagued his mind and he thought his plan was going to backfire. Why would he think like that? You two were close friends and looked out for each other. Druig still had those linger feelings towards you, not knowing how to navigate it or how it will play out. He was just grateful to have this weekend away with you to let you feel stress free.

After the last of the fruit was eaten, you and Druig were now sitting outside the house along the grass, watching the moon that was hung over the ocean and brining a new shining light onto the night around you. You both were sitting Indian Style, side by side, feeling the cool ocean air go through your hair and the sweet sent of both the salty air and the green grass beneath you.

The home itself was small enough or only two people to use: a bed tucked in the corner, a few shelves that had some old trinkets, and a table with only two chairs that were at the other side of the house. You taught of It as perfect, the warm walls and the beautiful view of the ocean right outside the window near the bed was breathtaking. Although you wanted to go explore a bit more around the little house, you were starving. So you and Druig were eating the food you brought with you, sitting together at the table and drinking in each other’s presence with comfortable silence and peace.

Now that your bellies were full and you were watching the moon, Druig would eye you every once in awhile, seeing how you were already looking relaxed compared to before. Your shoulders were drooping, no longer tensed up for rigid. Your hair, usually in a long braid to be out of your eyes, was now flowing down your back and loose. Even the small dark bags under your eyes were less evident, and Druig felt a bit better that you were healing.

One way or another, you were healing.

“Thank you, for all of this,” you said to him, seeing him look at you fully as you were still staring up at the moon, “I never thought I needed something like this, a little getaway,”

“You deserve it,” he replied, sounded soft when he said it. She did deserve it, this little house for the weekend and more. Druig saw you smile as you tore you eyes away from the moon to finally look over at him, the twinkling stars from the sky were reflecting from your eyes as Druig kept his stare at you.

“And to have this with someone who is close to my heart is even better,” You explained, seeing his eyes big a bit wide as you kept your gaze. Maybe you yourself was confessing something to him, something you wanted to keep to yourself for the longest time and was afraid to say anything about it. But in this space, with Druig right at your side, you felt right saying it.

Saying how he moved you.

You reached over, taking his hand on your own and lacing the fingers together just like you did earlier. Druig wanted to hold your hand for as long as you’d let him, squeezing your fingers together slightly as he was trying to find the right words to say.

“I…” He stared, but he was frozen as you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

Your cool lips on his skin, your small scent of apples and dates that you ate earlier, and the softness of your hair touching his neck made Druig feel as though he could fly like Ikaris. It was only a simply getaway with you, nothing past that. He thought of it as a simpler gesture and a nice way to showed that he cared. But to you, it was everything. You saw he was wanting to mend all the broken pieces about you and make you whole again.

He would, with no hesitation.

Before you could pull away, he moved his head to kiss you on the lips. You sighed, loving the sensation of you two kissing and you never wanted to loose that feeling. You held that kiss for what seemed like a lifetime in your mind, his fingers still wrapped around yours while his other hand was now itching to be in your hair. Things would change, and you both were ready for it. So you fell asleep in each other’s arms on the bed, the window wide open to feel the sea breeze as Druig held you in his embrace with no intension on ever letting you go ever again.

You felt the same way too.

The End

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im-a-wonderling · 10 months

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White Moves First, Part 3 ~ Edmund Pevensie

Massive thanks to @writing-on-the-wahl for all her help. I hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Despite the distance between their two lands, Y/N, princess of Archenland, is close friends with King Edmund the Just. But when push comes to shove, will friendship turn to more?

Warnings: Rabadash continuing to be sleazy and a horrible understanding of how chess works lol

Word count: 4.8k

White Moves First Masterlist

Typically, the morning after a ball, most of the court to stayed in bed until noon, including most of the advisors on my father’s council, which meant when I awoke, there would be no council meeting to listen in on for hours.

My curated beauty had done its part last night, so when I awoke, I dressed in my simplest dress: a green gown with dark laces on the front instead of on the back, which allowed me to put it on with no assistance. With no council meeting to eavesdrop on until later, I stole some breakfast from the kitchens and made my way to the gardens with scissors and a basket. In summertime, I loved to pick a bouquet for my rooms, and if I was going to be occupying myself for the morning, this was the best way to do it.

The herbs and vegetables used by the kitchens were grown behind the castle, in the space between the castle and the wall surrounding Anvard, so the castle gardens were purely for enjoyment.

Blooms of every kind blossomed, some hidden by the tall hedges, others raised so they could be seen from anywhere. From what others told me, my mother’s favorite pastime was to walk amongst the flowers of every shape and color. Apparently nothing had been planted here without my mother’s approval, and since she passed, my father liked to keep everything exactly the way she’d liked it.

A ring of large trees had been planted around the garden, offering me enough of a shield to keep me from being spotted, but I still ventured deep into the garden. After being watched by the entire court last night, I craved the privacy to think and feel anything I wanted.

Breathing in the fresh smells surrounding me, I stopped in front of a bush of white roses, reaching out to brush a rose that hadn’t quite bloomed yet with my finger.

“Y/N!”

I glanced up to see Edmund walking towards me, the new sun behind him highlighting bits of his brown hair and making it seem like he wore a shining crown. As he drew nearer, I noticed his clothing was not that befitting his station, but a plain green tunic with brown trousers. In contrast to his relaxed attire was the sword strapped to his waist.

Why was he here? Had he been on his way to spar and then noticed me? That can’t be right, I thought to myself. If he’d been simply walking past the garden on the way to the barracks, he wouldn’t have seen me.

“Good morning!” I called brightly, using my scissors to clip the young rose and setting it into my basket.

Edmund merely nodded, coming to a stop in front of me.

“Were you trying to match me?” I asked with a sly smile, motioning to his outfit and then mine.

He didn’t reply. He merely stood there, studying my face with something unidentifiable in his eyes.

“Did you sleep well?”

He hesitated and then nodded again. “Did you?”

I snipped another rose. “As well as I could after spending an evening with Prince Rabadash.” Out of the corner of my eye, Edmund tensed, his grip on his sword tightening. “Only time will tell if my father got the clarity he wanted.”

Edmund rolled his shoulders a couple times, as if the muscles were sore. “There’s going to be another council meeting after lunch. We can meet in the drawing room after, and I’ll tell you about it.”

“I would like that.”

Silence fell between us as heavy as a baby elephant and not half as adorable. The dark-haired king’s gaze fell to his feet, as if he were checking to make sure he wasn’t too close to the edge of a cliff.

“What’s wrong?”

Edmund jerked his head up. “Wrong? Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

I shot him a rare, reproachful look. “Don’t pretend. Not with me.” Edmund sucked his lips into his mouth, looking more upset than he had before. “What’s going–”

“You danced with Rabadash nine times last night.”

I could do nothing but blink. Was there some significance about nine dances? And why had he counted in the first place? “And?”

“And you danced with me once.”

Oh.

“Edmund, you can’t read into–”

“You said that you didn’t like him. That he was an…” Edmund’s cheeks colored, and I nearly laughed at his inability to repeat what I’d called Prince Rabadash. “Yet you danced with him.” He shuffled his feet, not meeting my eyes.

Was he upset? Did he somehow think that I preferred that worm to him?

The very idea was laughable.

And yet the sadness on Edmund’s face was so deeply etched, I could feel it emitting from him like a harsh wind.

I dropped the scissors, brushing off my hands. “My father asked me to.”

Edmund’s eyes shot to my face, eyebrows drawn together. “He asked you to dance with Rabadash?”

“He asked me to…” I sighed, folding my arms across my chest to combat the creeping feeling slinking across my skin. “To stay close to him, I guess?”

Edmund’s frown was leagues darker than I’d ever seen. “How close?”

“Close enough to convince him not to attack Archenland.” I bent down to retrieve my scissors. “Unfortunately, I think he was focusing more on me than Archenland.”

“Did he make you uncomfortable?” Edmund asked with great alarm.

I ran my finger across the edge of the scissors, stalling as I neared the rosebush. “He didn’t do anything improper.”

I prepared to cut another rose, but suddenly a shadow fell on me. I glanced up to see Edmund standing close enough to block out the sun. “That’s not what I asked.”

My voice failed me.

I didn’t get much satisfaction out of lying to people in general, but this was Edmund. Beyond being a man of great integrity who genuinely cared about my wellbeing, he was my best friend. Out of everyone I knew, he would most understand the deep-seated unease I felt around the Calormen prince.

But as I met Edmund’s gaze, I knew I didn’t have to say a word. An understanding passed between us, quicker than lightning. Edmund stepped back, once again creating a respectful amount of space between us. “After last night, he should have no reason to get close to you ever again.”

That we know of.

I almost voiced the thought, but shook it off. It was a beautiful morning, and I was in a beautiful place with one of my favorite people. Negativity had no place here. “The roses will bloom any day now,” I said, cutting another rose and dropping it into my basket.

“They are…very nice.”

I shot Edmund a look. “Very nice? Is that the extent of your complimentary vocabulary?”

He chuckled, holding up his hands. “I’m afraid unless the roses are armed and trying to duel, I have nothing much to say.”

“Is that what you’re going to say to your wife on your wedding day? That she looks very nice?”

“Well, only if she asks.”

I laughed, much too loudly for a proper lady, but Edmund looked pleased. Picking up my basket, I shaded my eyes from the sun. “Perhaps then we should take a turn about the other parts of the garden. Maybe you’ll get lucky and the marigolds will launch an attack.”

Edmund guffawed. “Well then, milady, will you allow me to escort you?” He offered me his arm, his eyes twinkling. “For protection, of course.”

“If you insist.” I loftily looped my arm with his, causing both of us to chuckle before walking down the garden path. As we ambled along, my gratitude for the man beside me grew and grew. Of course I was thankful he’d let the topic of conversation switch to something other than Rabadash, but it was more than that.

It bothered Edmund to see me with the Calormen prince, and I was glad of it. Yet even that didn’t stand in the way of the camaraderie we shared. He made me feel at ease, simply by being himself.

I paused to cut some carnations. “Was Lucy terribly disappointed about not coming to Anvard?”

Edmund laughed, glancing down at his feet. “Oh, practically inconsolable until I promised that you’d come to Narnia for a visit.”

Tendrils of longing curled in my chest, making it hard to breathe for a few moments. Oh, to visit Narnia would be a dream. Hopefully that dream was closer to fruition than many of my other dreams. “And how’s your brother doing?” I managed to ask around the self-pity.

“Oh, same as he always is.” Edmund leaned against a nearby cherry tree in full bloom. “Making great, kingly proclamations and pretending he doesn’t know half of the women in this world are in love with him.”

I snorted as I moved on to clip a few stems of lavender. “He’s a blond, what do you expect?” I lifted a sprig to my nose, breathing in the calming scent.

Edmund chuckled. “I suppose that’s fair.”

I held out a sprig. “Do you like lavender?”

His eyes settled the plant. “It’s purple.”

“Yes.”

“Am I supposed to like or dislike the color purple?”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean, do you like the smell?”

He tilted his head, looking confused.

“Honestly Edmund,” I said with a sigh, bounding up to him. “You can be so uncivilized.”

He opened his mouth, looking mightily offended, but I held out the lavender right beneath his nose. He closed his eyes and mouth before breathing in the calming smell, his chest rising considerably. Then his exhale sent air skimming across my fingers. Edmund’s eyes fluttered open. “It smells wonderful,” he said softly.

The wind picked up, blowing my hair into my face and filling the air with pink petals drifting this way and that.

Before I could react, Edmund lifted his hand to my hair, tucking it behind my ear. It was quick, easy action, like his hand had acted without permission from his mind. “You have flowers in your hair,” he murmured as his fingers drifted from my ear to the top of my head, gently picking them out.

I stood rock still, gazing up at Edmund’s intent face. It was the same face he made while studying the chessboard halfway through a game as he tried to puzzle out all the potential interactions between the pieces.

I liked that face.

I liked his face.

His fingers were still at work in my hair, but his eyes darted down for a moment.

Something he saw there must’ve caught his attention, for his fingers paused in their work. His sharp eyes, trained on my face, held no delight, and his lips held no smile, and yet...

Yet.

I felt a shift, like the ground underneath my feet was giving way. The longer he stood still within arms reach, looking down at me, the more my heart started to race.

Why is he looking for so long? my head asked with great apprehension.

Why has he never looked for this long before? my heart whispered back.

“Princess.”

Edmund and I leapt apart to see Prince Rabadash, casually leaning against a tree.

“Prince Rabadash,” I said, quickly walking over to my basket, dropping the lavender into it. “I hope you slept well.”

When I didn’t get a response, I straightened to see the two men staring at each other. Edmund’s nostrils were flared, but Rabadash was smiling.

“I slept marvelously,” the prince said, his attention shifting to me. “You know, being so worn out from so much dancing last night.”

Edmund shifted.

I managed a smile. “My father will be pleased to hear that.”

“Did you enjoy last night as much as I did?” Rabadash asked, an easygoing smile upon his face.

My cringe nearly broke through my carefully crafted expression, so it took me a few moments to work out a response. “Last night was certainly noteworthy.”

Rabadash didn’t respond with anything other than a smile, but that smile spoke volumes. The excessive pride radiated from him like the stench from the stables. Whatever game he was playing, he certainly thought he was winning.

“Have you had breakfast yet, Your Highness?” I asked, hoping that he hadn’t and that he’d go find some.

“I was actually hoping we could eat together.”

Edmund stepped forward. “I’m sorry, but the princess has work to do in these gardens. You’ll have to go find some breakfast on your own.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate.” Rabadash clasped his hands together. “I shall have to go find your father instead.” He gave a little bow and turned back towards the castle.

Edmund and I watched him go.

“Ass,” Edmund muttered under his breath once Rabadash was out of sight, and I chuckled.

“Am I rubbing off on you, Your Majesty?” When Edmund didn’t respond to the quip, I sidled up to him. “Hey.” I waited until Edmund looked at me. “Soon enough, he’ll be back in his own country, and we can deal with him from afar.”

“Can’t come soon enough.” He sighed. “I’d better go get changed before the council meeting later.”

“Ahh, yes, you have important things to do,” I said with a smile, ignoring the pang of wishing I could be involved in those important things too. “Well, thanks for protecting me from the marigolds.”

Edmund didn’t laugh. “Believe me,” he assured, “I would much rather spend the day protecting you from marigolds than going to meetings.” Before I could comment, he brought my hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. With a wink, he walked in the opposite direction as Rabadash.

Suddenly the pleasant morning temperature felt a bit hot.

After clipping a few more flowers of various colors, I left the gardens and entered the castle, heading for the kitchens to get a vase and water for my bouquet.

I crossed the main hall, about to break off for the servant staircase when I caught sight of my father and Rabadash at the end of the hall. Quickly, I ducked behind a column, peeking around the corner at them. Being too far away to hear them, I could only see their facial expressions.

Rabadash looked as slimy as he always did, but my father rubbed the side of his neck, looking thoughtful.

My stomach dropped.

If my father was considering whatever Rabadash was saying…that meant there was something to consider.

Nearly forgetting my basket, I scurried in the other direction, headed straight for the councilroom. Whatever the two of them were discussing, my father would bring it up with the council as soon as he could, which meant I needed to get into place before they arrived.

Once I turned the corner, I hiked up my skirts and ran as fast as my legs would take me, ducking underneath the tapestry with no hesitation.

When the tapestry settled into place, I stood there, clenching the handle of my basket, breathing heavy while my mind raced.

Surely Prince Rabadash wouldn’t be so foolish as to declare war while he was still a guest at the castle? That would make it all too easy for him to be subdued or captured before going home. But would he lower his pride enough to ask for peace?

Never.

So what else could he possibly be asking for?

A loud bang sounded, making me drop my basket as a wave of raised voices reached my ears. I quickly bent to collect the flowers that had scattered through the alcove.

“Father, are you out of your mind?!” The voice belonged to one of my brothers, most likely Corin, since Cor never raised his voice. “What are you–”

“Silence!” my father thundered. “I will not have you question me.”

“But—”

“We have found a way towards peace! Someday, you will understand that peace is what matters most.”

The room went quiet.

“Your Majesty,” I heard an advisor ask, “what do you speak of?”

Someone let out a large sigh as my father answered. “Rabadash has approached me.”

I stopped breathing, waiting for him to continue as tension coiled in my chest like a snake trying to squeeze the life out of my lungs.

“What’s going on in here?” Edmund’s voice asked from a little farther away, and hearing it made me suck in a breath. Even though I couldn’t see him and he had no idea I was here, knowing he was there made the knot in my chest loosen slightly.

“King Edmund, Queen Susan, you got my message.” My father’s voice had considerably lowered, sounding far more respectful. “Please come in.”

There was some shuffling, and, judging by the scraping sounds, someone moved a chair.

“King Loon,” said Susan, “you’re making me nervous.”

Someone cleared their throat. “The prince was very taken by my daughter last night, as we all saw from how many times they danced together.” I strained my ears, wishing my father would talk faster. “Rabadash has approached me and offered to settle things in the old way.”

No.

My body revolted as I sank to the floor of the alcove, bracing a hand on the rock wall.

Anything but that.

“You mean–” Edmund started.

Someone slammed something down on the table, and my heart raced as I wished I could see through the tapestry to see who did it and why. “He means to marry off our sister to that arseworm!” Corin shouted.

“Boy, do not shout at me,” my father warned.

“Father–” said Corin, but he didn’t continue, clearly cut off by some nonverbal cue.

“I will draw up the terms of peace, and as soon as it is done, Prince Rabadash will sign and leave for Tashbaan.”

“With the princess?” a voice I didn’t recognize asked.

“With the princess,” my father confirmed. “They will wed back in Tashbaan.”

Silence fell in the room.

Then, it exploded, everyone talking over each other with such different volumes and emotions, I couldn’t pick any of it apart from the voices screaming in my own head.

Narnia and Archenland had battled Rabadash together in order to keep Susan away from Prince Rabadash’s clutches—and now my father was handing me to him on a silver platter?

Yes, Susan was a queen, and I was merely a princess, but I knew with certainty that if I were part of the Narnian royal family, many would be prepared to die before handing me to the Calormen prince like cattle.

“King Edmund,” my father asked, causing the room to go silent and bringing me out of my thoughts, “what is your counsel?”

I could picture my brothers, Queen Susan, the advisors, everyone turning to look at Edmund. Edmund conducted himself with such authority in the last meeting, it was hardly a surprise that my father wanted to hear from him. I waited with bated breath, wondering what my friend would possibly say in response to this.

But the room remained quiet.

“Edmund?” Queen Susan said. “Is everything alright?”

“Has Y/N agreed to this?” Edmund asked evenly.

Silence fell again.

“I see,” Edmund said. “How long ago did you discuss this with Prince Rabadash?”

“Not twenty minutes ago,” one of my brothers cut in.

“King Loon,” Edmund began, “Prince Rabadash is crafty. It is entirely possible that he has other motives for asking for the princess’s hand. For instance, he might be looking for a hostage by saying he’ll marry the princess once they arrive in Calormen.”

“So perhaps we should negotiate for the wedding to happen here, in Archenland,” my father mused. My heart leapt to hear my father taking advice from Edmund. My knight in black, acting in defense, just like always. Surely the Just King of all people would be able to convince my father away from this plan.

“This marriage could be Rabadash’s attempt for us to let our guard down, making it easier to get to my sister.”

I shut my eyes.

Of course.

It was foolish and sentimental of me to think that I was Edmund’s concern instead of his own flesh and blood.

“Narnia has spies in Calormen court,” Edmund continued. “Give us the chance to reach out to them and see if the prince has discussed the marriage with the Tisroc. That will help us gauge how serious Rabadash is about this marriage.”

No one spoke for a few moments.

“Very well,” my father said. “I will ask Rabadash for more time.” A few murmurs reached my ear. “But,” my father said sharply, “if he has discussed it with the Tisroc and is willing for them to be wed here, I am going to give him my daughter.”

Somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind, a gavel banged as my future went up in smoke.

I swallowed hard.

To hear my father talk of this without remorse or doubt…

I was my father’s only daughter, and yet he was willing to sell me for peace. Only Corin had spoken out against it, and he hadn’t even asked our father to inform me about the decision.

Still reeling, it took a long moment for me to realize that the room was completely silent. I slipped out from behind the tapestry. I stumbled through the halls like a woman in a dream, my thoughts whirling around like a spinning top. I barely realized where I was headed until my fist was banging on the door of the fanciest guest suite in the castle.

Prince Rabadash opened the door, and I didn’t even wait for an invitation before storming in. “Why do you want to marry me?” I demanded. There was no point in obeying my father’s request to be honey now, for apparently his intention was never for me to be kind for posterity’s sake.

“Hello to you as well,” Prince Rabadash said, turning to look at me and leaning his head against the still-open door.

“Please answer my question.”

Prince Rabadash smiled, shutting the door. “Why wouldn’t I want to marry you? You’re a princess, a very beautiful one I might add, and we had lovely conversations last night and this morning.”

“Don’t waste our time with insincere praise.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m asking you to tell me the truth.”

“I am not lying to you. You’re, by far, the most beautiful princess I’ve come across, and last night, I got to see the grace with which you handle yourself, even beyond the dance floor.” He licked his lips.

Despite the disgusting action, I knew he meant what he said. Still... “I don’t believe that’s the only reason why.”

“Isn’t it?” Prince Rabadash folded his arms, looking to all the world as if he enjoyed this. As if it were some kind of game.

Well, two could play. “Queen Susan is just as beautiful and graceful as I.”

A scowl broke through the prince’s easy-going expression. I felt a thrill of satisfaction. For even if he quickly smoothed over his expression, I’d struck a nerve.

My bishop takes his pawn.

“I believe you sell yourself short,” Rabadash said breezily.

“There’s a reason you’ve chosen me instead of continuing to fight for her.” I straightened my posture. “What is it?”

“I thought you wanted peace?” he said, coming forward.

I stood my ground, meeting his gaze without a care for what was proper. “I do. But if you truly wanted war, I don’t believe you’re the type to be swayed by a pretty face.”

“Not even a face as pretty as yours?” The prince gently caressed my jaw.

I smacked his hand away, anger rising. “If you’ve been paying half as much attention as you pretend, you would know your compliments mean nothing to me!”

Prince Rabadash inhaled deeply, as if there was some pleasant smell in the room. “There you are. You’ve finally come out from behind all this etiquette, all this courtesy.” He grinned, lifting a hand to run his finger over the delicate knot of my laces just above my waist. “It’s outrageously attractive.”

His knight takes my bishop.

It took all my strength not to stagger away from him, to stand my ground. “Why do you want to marry me?”

To my relief, the prince took a step back, dropping his hand. “Maybe I just want a guarantee that my country won’t be attacked.”

“Us? Attack you?” I folded my arms. “You’re the one who nearly took over my country!”

“And it makes perfect sense that there would be a retaliation.”

“You won’t get one from Archenland.” The words left my mouth before I realized that I had no authority to make that promise. But as desperate as I was, I didn’t care.

Rabadash lifted an eyebrow, leaning closer. “You’re willing to make that promise on Archenland’s behalf?”

I didn’t flinch. “Yes.”

My pawn takes his knight.

“Then what about the kings and queens of Narnia?”

I blinked. Why would he ask me such a thing? “That is yours to sort out with them as you will,” I said shortly. “I can’t speak for them.”

“Ahh, but there is only one reason they would promise me anything.”

What was he getting at? I silently wracked my brain for any possible explanation as I suspiciously regarded him.

That was a mistake.

Prince Rabadash nearly preened at the attention. “Oh, darling, don’t you understand?” he finally asked.

I nearly got distracted by my disgust at the pet name. “What don’t I understand?”

The prince moved forward, dipping his head close to my head so his lips were positioned right beside my ear. “You are my reason.”

I careened away from him, angry both at his proximity and at his evasive and confusing comments. “That makes no sense!”

“It makes sense to anyone who's seen the way the Narnian king interacts with you,” the prince replied, without moving from his spot.

His queen takes my pawn.

“Edmund?” I laughed, but the sound was too hysterical to sound genuine.

My queen moves behind my knight.

“He’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way, even if it meant peace with Calormen.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Judging by the way he looks at you?” The prince cocked his head. “He would never do anything that could potentially put your life at risk.”

He could’ve hit me round the head, and I still would’ve been less confused. King Loon was willing to put my life at risk for peace. Why on earth would Rabadash think Edmund cared any more than my own father? “You’re staking the fate of countries on the way the king looks at me?” I spluttered.

“A look is all it takes to know when a man is in love.”

In love?

Edmund?

With me?

All I could do was blink at the prince, who looked pleased with himself for the bomb he’d dropped.

“I guessed as much last night, but it was clear as a bell this morning.”

His rook takes my queen. Check.

I opened my mouth.

“Don’t waste your breath denying it,” he said. “King Edmund wants you.” Heat crept up my neck as I tried not to think about Prince Rabadash’s implications. From the sly curve of his mouth, he knew the crudeness of what he was implying and enjoyed it. He sauntered forward. “The Narnian king cares for you. If you were in Calormen, he wouldn’t dream of attacking it. So the best way for me to protect my country is to make you one of my wives.”

My eyes widened. Wives? Plural?

“They will know that Calormen isn’t to be trifled with.” He lifted a hand to touch my face, and I was too focused on not passing out to shy away. “And you’ll be a beautiful addition to my harem.”

The world slammed into focus so violently, I jerked away from him. “I will never marry you,” I spat. “You are a hateful and revolting man.” I flounced towards the door, but Rabadash’s hand shot out and wrapped around my upper arm, pulling me back to him.

“You’ll have to find a way to get over your scruples,” he said, his grip tightening. “Because you’d better believe, if I don’t return to Tashbaan with you beside me, there will be no peace.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” I growled back.

My bishop shifts, checking his king.

Wrong move.

His hold grew painful, enough that I cried out, as he brought his face right to mine. “You don’t.”

And with that brutal truth, my hopes died.

When he let go, all that was left for me to do was run.

Checkmate.

Part 4

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dirty little secret - find out games you don't wanna play | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader, ??? x reader

genre: uni!au, predebut/idol!au, manager!reader, slow burn

chapter warnings: crying, inappropriate times for jokes, massive chat, cliff hanger?!?!?

word count: 1k-ish

author notes: cheeky unannounced hiatus? why not! hope you enjoy this tho <3

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Chan heard someone just outside of the studio. He heard the rustle of clothes before the gentle slide of paper under the door. It wasn’t loud at all, but just enough for him to notice it over the song he was working on. He rolls his chair over to pick up the piece of paper that had appeared and unfolds it carefully to be able to read what it said.

“7pm…” Chan glances over to the corner of his computer screen. 6:37pm. You would be leaving in 23 minutes. He hasn’t showered in days. He smells like shit and looks even worse. But, if he doesn’t talk to you now, he’s not sure he’ll ever get the chance to. Thank god for the emergency supply of baby wipes and deodorant he’s whipping out of his drawer to tidy himself up a bit. He lifts his cap to tidy the hair under it before replacing it and leaving his studio, his heart thumping in his chest.

Chan had started to avoid you after his… discussion with Felix. He didn’t really intend to, but he couldn’t bear facing you after what Felix had told him. It made perfect sense that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings between how he treated you when you were together and how he treated you when you started working at JYP; but he can’t help feeling as heartbroken as he does. He thought he’d finally had the chance to win you back, only to find out you were attracted to his best friend. He loves Felix, but he didn’t really want to hear about your crush on Jisung from him.

He stands in front of the door to your office, his hands trembling as he reaches for the handle. Chan hesitates as thoughts of everything going wrong flood his mind. He can’t do this. He already fucked up. He’s got no right to beg for forgiveness. A sliver of hope remains, though: what if you do forgive him? What if you’ve spoken about it to someone, anyone, and decided it’s worth another try? That thought alone is what pushes him to open the door – at 6:54pm.

“I’m literally just about to leave, this better be importa- Chan… you came.” You’re busy stuffing things into your bag, about to leave, when you hear someone walk in, only lifting your head to give whoever walked in a lecture about professional boundaries. You freeze the moment you meet his eyes. At about 6:45pm, you’d figured he probably wasn’t going to show, and that you were going to have to hand in your resignation sooner rather than later anyway, but here he was.

“You said to come talk to you… I’m so sorry. For everything.” Chan manages to get out out, but his voice is broken, as if he hadn’t used it in a few days – and judging by the fact he was still in the same clothes you had last seen him in, maybe he hadn’t. You have to stifle a laugh.

“God, you sound like shit. Here, drink some water, I can’t have my artist ruining his voice before awards season.” You pull a bottle of water out of the mini fridge under your desk before taking a seat on the couch in your office. The air is thick, your hands are shaking as you pass him the water bottle, and he sits on the edge of the couch as he drinks it.

“So… a lot happened this week, huh?” You open the conversation, running a hand through your hair as Chan clears his throat awkwardly. He can only nod slowly, humming in agreement as he sets the bottle down by the couch.

“Where do I even start… I’m sorry it took me so long.” Neither of you are entirely sure what he’s referring to, but neither of you have the courage to address it.

“Jisung came over the other night, he said you and Felix have been avoiding each other?” You frown at him, knowing how much he loved his younger Australian brother, and how they were avoiding each other because of you. He winced a little at the mention of Jisung.

“Yeah… I kinda snapped at him when… you know… I fucked up.” He sighs, making a mental note to apologise to Felix once he had finished up at the company for the night. You don’t push that topic any further.

“Felix said you have a crush on Jisung? I understand why, he’s kind, he’s funny, he wasn’t a dick to you when you started working for us…” Chan clears the lump from his throat – he knows Jisung well enough to know that you and him would work well together.

“Ah… he really did tell you everything… Felix isn’t entirely right. I actually told Jisung when he was at my place, but he… he rejected me.” You could see Chan’s shoulders relax as the words left your mouth, only to tense up again.

“He… he didn’t upset you, did he?

“He was really nice about it, and I guess he helped me realise something.” Straightening your shoulders, you take Chan’s hands into your own, rubbing the top of them gently.

“You are the biggest asshole I know, Chris. You broke up with me because you didn’t want to be ‘tied down,’ then did the one and only thing I wanted to do with you with whoever she was a month later. The day I started working for JYP, you yelled at me, beat me down, called me useless in three different languages, you refused to even give me the time of day. You were so hellbent on either getting rid of me or keeping me as far away as possible. I should hate you for how many times you’ve hurt me.” Chan’s vision blurs, hot tears threatening to coat his cheeks.

“But if you’re the biggest asshole, I’m the biggest idiot. I’d be lying if I said I don’t still have feelings for you. I never stopped having feelings for you. I’m not saying everything’s okay and we can be all lovey-dovey again, but if you’re willing to put the work in, I’m willing to do the same. I want to give us another chance.”

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Nyx's First Flight

Feysand Month Prompt: With the children

Summary: Mama Bear Feyre worries over her son's flight training.

It's only a little water, Feyre darling.

I scowled at that lilt of amusement in my mate's mental voice. He, Cassian, and Azriel were taking Nyx for his first flight lesson and, like any mother, I wanted to be there to witness it.

Unlike other mothers of Illyrians, I was a little paranoid about how my eight-year-old would take to flying. After all, I was going through those same lessons a decade ago and did a few trees around here some serious damage. At least the ones that didn't do me damage.

Still, my hope of keeping my child's brain intact seemed to be a crime, or at least a strike to the pride of the males around me. Breaking my promise of not interfering, I had dove after Nyx as he took his first plunge towards the massive lake below.

The three adults had banished me from the airspace.

So here I was, leaning against a tree and watching my four favorite boys talk technique at the edge of the cliff. Cassian was taking the lead at the moment, red siphons burning with the glint of the sun as he made exaggerated movements to teach Nyx how judge wind resistance and adjust his wings.

Rhys-completely unworried compared to me-looked over his shoulder with a smirk. He's doing just fine, Feyre. Trust me.

I do trust you, Rhys. However, I also know what it feels like to hit water and tree trunks from this height and speed. If you break our only child with your brute methods-

Feyre. Stop worrying. Children are invincible until someone reminds them otherwise. None of us have told Nyx otherwise, as far as I know.

I gave no response.

He let out a sigh and I knew neither of his brothers missed it's meaning, especially as Az's eyes flicked back towards me. The shadowsinger shook his head as I stuck my tongue out. Mumbling something to Nyx between Cassian's pointers, my mate came to stand behind me, his strong arms tugging me back against his chest.

"Training as young as possible, before the fear sets in-"

"I know, Rhys. I know I shouldn't be this worried. I know you and your brothers learned over solid ground. I just... Blame it on my human heart, okay?"

"I happen to be quite fond of that human heart. One of my many favorite parts of you, in fact."

"How many are there, again?"

He chuckled, running his nose down the right side of my neck. "Well, darling, I could list them all here and now."

"Or?" I asked, already feeling the answer dance down our bond.

"Or we could leave my brothers to teach Nyx while I take the time to show you properly. Privately." He nipped my earlobe. "Repeatedly."

The response lingering on my tongue was silenced by whistles of different pitches. The sound filled the air and my attention snapped back to the grinning shadowsinger and general. "Look at that, Rhys! Perfect banking!" Cassian whooped again, chuckling as Nyx came back around to the cliff's edge, stumbling as he hooked a foot on the rock. "Watch your height, kid."

"I did it, Uncle Cass!"

"I know, I watched every second. We'll make an Illyrian out of you yet, Nyx."

He called to me next and I grinned ear to ear, stepping out of his fathers arms to hold him close. "You're still all wet!" A draft of wind I controlled had us dry in second. "I'm proud of you, Nyx. Even if your father and uncles won't let me help."

His grin held as he dropped his hand to my belly. "If I can fly well does that mean I can teach the baby one day?"

I laughed. Indeed, Madja had told us yesterday that Rhys and I could expect a second winged babe in the coming winter. Thankfully the delivery should be far less complicated this time around. "Yes, Nyx. I think that will definitely be in the cards for you. What do you say about getting some food in you now?"

#December 8 #feysand #feysandmonth #feysand fic #oneshot #fluff #nyx acotar #rhysand #feyre #azriel shadowsinger #cassian acotar #feyre remembers high-fiving that tree with her face and decided to tag along #acotar #with the children

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Jack (on a side adventure with Lizzie?) comes across some supernatural thing that even he isn't about to fuck around and find out about. Something insane like a wardrobe being guarded on a ship and he opens it and snow comes out.

♡ Hi, anon! Thank you dearly for this prompt. I had a great deal of fun playing with this today. ♡ -> askbox is open for prompts whenever

“We never should have sailed north of the Carolinas, Lizzie.”

Shivering like a wet dog, Jack trudges along a rocky beach at the heels of his Captain. He rubs at his elbows for warmth and lets out an ostentatious sneeze.

“You know I hate the cold,” he grumbles, his voice thick and snotty, “And the clouds. Where’s the sun? Feels like me bollocks are goin’ to freeze off…”

“Keep that up.” Elizabeth taps at the compass cradled delicately in her palm. She pauses, squinting at the twitching needle, and Jack catches up beside her.

“Huh?”

“You are being thoroughly annoying,” she informs him, “It’s stopping the compass from getting distracted by you.”

“Hm. Well, you’re welcome. Can we leave now?”

Her eyes roll irritably in his direction and she just walks onward, leaving him stewing in his bad mood. Jack stumbles on the unfamiliar terrain as he hurries after her.

“Do you truly think there will be something of value here?” he says, following her around the corner of a cliffside, “Seems like this rock is entirely devoid of anything shiny.”

“The compass seems to think so,” she replies, “I suspect it’s got something to do with the chalices. I’ve been wanting them terribly.”

“Compass doesn’t work like that.”

“Sure it does,” she says matter-of-factly, “When one learns to get a handle on one’s own desires, she can be incredibly responsive.”

Jack scoffs, unwilling to believe that Elizabeth could have mastered the compass that has been his uncertain guide all his life. They continue along the base of one of the myriad of cliffsides found in the scattered islands north of the British Isles until they come across a break in the rock formation. It is almost like a staircase of stone. It isn’t man made, but it looks simple enough to scale.

“Allow me, dearie,” Jack offers, stepping forward to take the lead as they climb.

“No, you stay behind me,” orders Captain Swann, hopping gracefully up onto the first ledge.

Of course, he should have known. If he is to take the lead, Elizabeth will be unable to discern if the compass is leading her to the treasure they seek, or in circles, following her dear old Jack. That gives him something to grin wickedly about as they ascend into the cliffside. Distracted by his own celebratory musings, he walks right into Elizabeth. They have reached the top of the cliff, where the ground is patchy with grass, and their anchored ship is visible in the distance. The captain has halted to look out at what they’ve found.

“Huh. A shortcut?”

Elizabeth approaches a large opening in the ground. She kneels at the edge and peers down, then takes a pebble and drops it into the pit. It sinks with a whistle of air, and a splash echoes upward.

“You aren’t actually thinking about going down there, are you?” asks Jack from where he stands at a safer distance.

“I was considering sending you down there.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I do not enjoy exploring massive, unfamiliar holes.”

Still, he cannot help his curiosity, and he steps forward to peer down as well.

“This must be the cave that they spoke of,” Elizabeth says thoughtfully, “You can hear the tide within. Seems like the compass just took us on the most direct route.”

As she contemplates the sea cave below, Jack is suddenly spurred by a spirit of mischief. He does not mean to push Elizabeth into the pit, really. When he jolts her shoulders, he is only trying to give her a lighthearted scare, perhaps providing more of that helpful annoyance she asked for. But she startles, and slips, and the fragile earth beneath them crumbles at the edges. Gasping, she grasps at his coat as she falls, dragging him down into the abyss with her. Their shrieks shatter the silence of the cave, surely alerting anything that dwells there of their presence before they splash into the water below.

The water there is dark emerald, illuminated by what Jack first thinks are some kind of gemstones. Until the gemstones move, and he realizes that the glow comes from the eyes of several creatures swirling past him underwater. Bubbles escape his mouth in a silent shout. He swims upward at top speed.

“Selkies!” he cries as he breaks the surface. Treading water, he spins about, searching for Elizabeth.

“I know!” Elizabeth calls back. Jack spots her a ways away, being guided to a dark shore within the cave by a large seal. “They’re nice!”

“No, they are not!” Jack splutters through his breaststrokes as he makes for shore, “They’re like mermaids, ‘Lizbeth. They’ll trick you!”

But she pays no heed to his warning, and ends up on the ebony sands just before he does. Several of her new selkie friends follow, and as they emerge from the water, their seal skin transforms into pale, naked, human forms. Their eyes, huge like saucers and darker than the Black Pearl, lock with Elizabeth’s inquisitive gaze. He hears her whisper, “Beautiful…” as she extends a hand to one of them.

If Jack was cold before, he is positively turning to ice now. Drenched from head to toe, Jack wobbles to his feet and hurries to Elizabeth, tugging her away from the spell of the selkies. They hiss at him, exposing razor sharp teeth. Elizabeth yelps. Dozens of selkies within the water and on the shore all begin to circle the small strip of land upon which they stand, shivering with cold.

“Do you think they are guarding that?”

Elizabeth points further back in the cave. It seems that a bit of sunlight has broken the cloud cover and now shines through a small opening in the roof of the cave. The sliver of light reveals the remnants of a ship, wrecked and run aground.

“Lovely observation, Lizzie dear,” says Jack, checking that his sword is still strapped to his belt, “Now what do you say we leave them to their duty, shall we?”

Instinctively, they side-step until they are back to back, ready to draw their weapons and defend one another should the selkies use their teeth for more than just an unfriendly hiss.

“No!” Elizabeth protests in a near whisper, “I want to see what’s in there.”

“I expect more things that would love nothing more than to kill intruders such as you and I.”

“We don’t know that! They could be nice.”

“You almost became dinner for these things a moment ago.”

Jack groans, covering his eyes for fear of the sekies’ spell. He hears movement beside him and peeks between his fingers to see that Elizabeth is boldly approaching the creatures. As fond as he is for his darling captain, he considers making a break for it and leaving her to sort out her own questionable decisions.

“Hello!” greets Elizabeth, cheerily as she can muster to conceal the fear that Jack sees in her shaky smile. She gives a wave and holds up both hands in a sign of peaceful surrender. “Lovely to meet you all! And thank you very much for helping me to shore. I am Elizabeth Swann, Pirate Lord of the South China Seas and King of the Brethren Court.”

The selkies exchange looks and start to whisper among themselves in an unfamiliar tongue. Elizabeth casts a nervous glance at Jack, who is becoming very distracted by the terrifying visions of beauty that surround him. Before he can run, two selkies slink out of the water and come up behind him, sliding their long, dainty arms around his shoulders. The tallest of the selkies, and perhaps the most stunning of them all, steps up to Elizabeth, who holds her ground.

“A woman king?” inquires the selkie in a melodic voice. Briefly in awe, Elizabeth blinks a moment before answering.

“Indeed, I am.”

“And this man here– We saw him push you into the water. Would you like us to kill him for you?”

“That was entirely accidental!” Jack calls out, struggling against the creatures and their pointy nails, “An awful misunderstanding really! Now if you’ll just kindly call off your ladies we can—”

Elizabeth shoots him a glare and holds up a hand to silence him, then smiles sweetly at what might be the selkie clan’s leader.

“That is very kind, but no, thank you!”

“Oh. Is he your… consort?”

“Yes. I- I mean– no. Not exactly. He is more like my second in command. And I would like to keep him around. I do apologize for our intrusion. I can assure you we mean no harm.”

“A pirate that means no harm?” says the leader, tilting her head. The other selkies let out a chorus of taunting laughter that makes Jack squirm.

“Yes,” Elizabeth insists, “We mean you no harm.”

“In our experience, pirates are liars who befoul our homes and slaughter our children.”

The selkie leader’s anger is palpable. Elizabeth takes one step back, shuddering as a cold wind blows through the sea cave.

“Those pirates are not our allies,” says Elizabeth, choosing her words carefully, “And I will make certain that any pirate who lives by the Code of my Brethren shall never harm you, or any of your children...”

Jack winces. That sort of grandiose promise does not sound like something that could be easily enforced. But perhaps these are just words. Perhaps Elizabeth has seen sense and, like him, wants to get as far away from these isles as—

“...All I ask is to be permitted onto that ship you guard.”

Bugger. Jack drags a hand down his face and groans again. If he ends up gnawed to death by a gorgeous seal-lady, he swears he will have a nasty message for William when the Dutchman comes to retrieve his soul.

“That ship?” The selkie leader inclines her head toward the back of the cave. Elizabeth nods.

“I believe there might be something there that I am seeking. That is all we have come here for.”

A disarming smile graces the selkie’s face, and her red lips stretch over teeth like sharpened pearls. She advances on Elizabeth, and Jack holds his breath, fearing that he is about to watch the gruesome demise of someone quite dear to him. Instead, the creature takes Elizabeth’s face in both her hands.

“You are a very interesting Pirate King indeed. Have you been blessed by the sea?”

Elizabeth’s lips part and her eyelashes flutter. It might be magic that has her entranced, or she might just be enraptured by this supernatural beauty. Jack can barely hear her say,

“In a way, I am married to the sea.”

Her response pleases the leader, who touches her lips to Elizabeth’s forehead.

“Then you have our blessing as well.”

As the selkie leader draws back, Jack sees that Elizabeth’s face is bright pink, either from the cold, or that blessing. She and the selkie leader share a saccharine smile that Jack does not understand in the slightest.

“Whatever it is that you seek is none of our concern. That ship is all that remains of a crew of men who failed to defeat us. We do not guard it. It is yours to explore.”

And that is that. The leader calls off her fellow selkies, who retreat into the water and into the darkened corners of the cave. Jack scurries after Elizabeth, who heads straight for the shipwreck after graciously thanking the selkies. Together they shimmy up a splintering column of wood and nearly collapse onto the first deck they reach, which seems to be a captain’s quarters.

“Well, that was—”

“What the fuck did you do that for?” hisses Elizabeth, her teeth chattering now, “We were lucky enough that they d-didn’t kill us, but our wet clothes may very well s-send us to our graves!”

With trembling hands, she opens up the compass again. She gives it a shake and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s spinning like mad now. What I w-want m-most in this world is t-to get warm!”

Jack wraps her hands in his and rubs them together. When that fails to generate any real warmth, he gently takes back his compass and she hugs herself.

“Let me try…”

Though it wouldn’t surprise him if the compass’s needle pointed him in the direction of the equator. He told her that he hated going north, and for good reason. Jack rises to his feet and starts to pace the dusty old cabin. The needle settles and he turns to where it points.

“Ah! How about this for a heart’s desire!”

He stands before a large wardrobe, and to his delight, it is unlocked. Some sort of clothing must be inside, he hopes. Anything dry would do them good for now. However, something strange seems to emanate from the knobs. He hears Elizabeth come up behind him as he tugs open the doors. He expects the wardrobe to be full of dust. What tumbles out is a shock, to say the least. Heaps of powdery snow avalanche out onto his boots, and a cloud of the stuff goes fluttering outward as though an icy winter wind has been released from the depths of the wardrobe. He turns to Elizabeth, his dreads and facial hair covered in snowflakes.

“Captain Swann?”

“Yes?”

“May I suggest we get the hell out of here?”

Blinking away snow from her lashes, Elizabeth nods fervently. Jack steps back, kicking ice and snow from his boots, and something catches his eye.

“Oh…? What’s this?”

The cold bites at his bare hand as he stoops to reach into the heap. There, glinting beneath this bizarre indoor snowfall, is one of the two silver Chalices of Cartagena. Precisely what they have been searching for. He hands it to Elizabeth for her to marvel at. Then he snaps his compass shut and kisses it gratefully.

“Incredibly responsive. Seems this blasted thing knew where she was taking us after all!”

#rat's fic #answered asks #so i kind of just ran with an AU that i've been working on for them #i just sort of love the idea of him sailing with her on the Empress #and i've been wanting to write stuff related to the Fountain of Youth so i threw some of that in there to give them motivation #apologies if this is messy #and also sorry if you dont ship them anon i promise this isn't super shippy #really i just had fun with the first ideas that came to mind #thanks again for the ask! :3 #potc fanfic #friends with detriments (sparrabeth)#potc fanfiction #sparrabeth #also i didnt thoroughly research selkies so sorry if i got any of that shit wrong<3

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