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vagabond-umlaut · 3 months

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hey, where is the pomegranate tree?

unstoppable force, aka kore, aka gojo, meets immovable object, aka hades, aka you— nothing can ever go wrong from this collision, trust me— n-o-t-h-i-n-g.

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader; hades and persephone retelling [with a twist ;))]; 1.2k wc; stubbornly persuasive gojo; the reader is js so tired and annoyed [and tired]; enemies to lovers vibes[??]; talks of marriage and children; gojo thinks you are a fool, he is the real clown here

▸ pls don't glare at me if there is more than one inaccuracy here, haha. anyways, the header is from pinterest, the divider is by @benkeibear and the characters used ain't mine. pls don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

▸ update: this fic is now part of a series!!! wreaths of asphodel 😊😊

"you shall spend the rest of your days in tears."

you're foolish; woefully so, gojo thinks, carefully observing you from his place on the chaise lounge, smiling while you continue seething, "and there will be no one who can save you. neither a hero nor a god. neither demeter nor zeus. no. one."

"but why do you think i will need saving, my rose?" the endearment rolls off his tongue like honey, the taste sweetening at the way your pretty lips dip into a deeper frown, "you're not a monster, are you?"

"no!" the defensive reply comes in less than a beat. though the words following it sound a tad less bold; it seems as if you're trying to make yourself believe and not scare him.

"i'm someone far fiercer— hades. the goddess of the dead. the queen of the underworld— and the cause for your misery should you choose to vex me any further."

"aw, no," gojo cries, decidedly making a show by slapping a hand over his eyes and faking a sniffle, "why must the only woman i want as my wife see me as an annoyance?"

then lets his hand drop down to the cushion, willing his eyes to well over with pitiful moisture. "as the god of life, i've only ever given and given– be it grains or fruits or vegetables or flowers– without asking anything in return— yet the first and only time i ask..."

he doesn't bother finishing his sentence, choosing to sob to add to the tragic atmosphere— though that doesn't mean he doesn't note the war of emotions on your face:

pity, confusion, anger, again confusion— you're so easy to read, to steer. very foolish, really.

"you'll not like living here," you eventually break the silence hanging within the room. your voice is much softer now; the god wonders if you sing. if you do, the muses will certainly be put to shame... "your days will be spent in utter boredom and gloom and tears–"

"– and no one can come to my aid then: yes, thank you," he interrupts you, more than a little tired, "you've driven the points too well into my head– so much so that i'm surprised there isn't a gaping hole in there, oozing blood and my brains. but why must you think i'll need rescue, huh??"

if a smidge of force escapes into his words, gojo decides not to pay it any mind— though only until he notices the small flinch you give– his insides twist and torment, quite inexplicably, thereafter.

"okay, look," he says, getting up from his slouch to move near you, but stops on catching the warning glint in your eyes.

"first of all, i'm not some damsel in distress being whisked away in a chariot here– i came here by own volition. and i'm offering my mind, body, heart, soul– the special package that i am, in fewer words– to you, by my own volition. why shall i want anyone to rescue me then?"

"besides," he proceeds to add, allowing an easy smirk to form on his face, "you're just the cute little goddess of the dead– not at all scary like your brother used to be; though i guess you try to imitate him in your glares, don't you? sukuna was quite notori—"

"don't you dare utter my brother's name, foul olympian," a quiet growl slashes gojo's comment, sending it plummetting to the ground— and making him understand why you, the inconspicuous, sheltered sister of the vicious former holder of the name 'hades', was given the crown, in the aftermath of your brother's banishment– instead of the several more well-known candidates...

"i apologise," gojo offers in the very next instant, making it as genuine as he can, "i never meant to upset or offend you. i'm sorry if i did."

you just stare at him for a beat, gojo watches, before your shoulders lift then fall in a sigh. the fire burning in your aura abates by a pinch.

sighing once more, you finally break your silence, "It's okay, and um– suppose i too should apologise. you might be an olympian but you're not as foul as them, no. please forgive me for calling you so."

"no problem, my rose," the god is quick to accept your words with a wave of his hand and a beam, further widening when he notices the sliver of smile on your countenance, "but does this mean i appeal to your tastes? i mean, you called me 'not as foul as them', didn't you?? did you just accept my hand in marriage, then???"

"no, i didn't..." your subtle smile disappears swifter than it appeared. a half of gojo's floral crown, quite inexplicably, wilts on the table before. he watches your eyes fall to it, then snap up to meet his.

"do you love me?"

not yet, but he thinks he can. you might be an idiot but you certainly aren't an unlovable idiot— and one voice in his mind murmurs, those precious, innocent looks of yours aren't even the main reasons why...

the god shoots back a languid smile. "if you want to see me in love with you, so be it."

"that's neither 'yes' nor 'no'," you point out, frowning, before vaulting your second query of the evening, "if we get married, do you want to have children?"

it won't be very unfavourable, if you both do... with the vivid colour of your eyes, or the adorable shape of your nose, or the radiance of your skin, or the— "if you want, i shall be happy to assist," he ekes out with a meaningful wink, albeit he doubts how much of it reaches you.

you're very foolish, after all... and no– it's not because of the awkward way he says it– no! not in the slightest! he wasn't fumbling at all!

you wrap the shawl tighter around your shoulders but don't move any further away, gojo notes. the same way he does the slight tint in your cheeks when you roll your eyes with a scoff.

"you're unbelievable, kore. truly, terribly unbelievable." you press the pads of your thumbs over your forehead before releasing it, gaze an unprecedented mark of sharp when it settles on his face.

"is there nothing you want from our union, eh? i refuse to believe you wish to marry me without any demands, as if on a mere whim– but if it is so, i ought to warn you, kore: my answer is and will always be one firm 'no'."

your words mustn't ignite this odd restlessness in him. they certainly mustn't— still, gojo finds his chest tight and the air heavy as he grins back and says, "i only want to be your husband, your majesty... but if that is too much for you right now–"

the stretch on his lips simmers down to something smaller. yet truer.

"i want you to call me by my name. my real name. can you do that, my rose?"

you don't say anything in response for a long while. so long, in fact, it makes the god wonder if you are ever going to reply to his request.

perhaps not, he thinks quite a bit down-spirited when you suddenly turn on your heel and with a swish of your long shawl, stride out the rooms– o-oh.

you stop just as abruptly at the threshold. a complicated grin shining on your face as you twist to look at him over your shoulder then say:

"good night, gojo satoru. pray the ghosts prowling these halls don't eat you up ere dawn."

you're gone not even few feet away from the door, before gojo falls face-first into the bed, the entire room suddenly erupting into thousands of roses in all colors ever seen. [lolol, he is such a loser for you! xD]

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - when snow white (you) escapes into the woods to escape the queen's order to kill, she learns that not all strangers should be trusted.

warning - smut, swearing, choking, under a spell, dubcon, creampie, slight angst, death, breaking and entering, jealousy, oral sex, kidnapping/entrapment, attempted poisoning and murder, group sex, groping, dark content.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The Queen sneers, staring at herself in the mirror. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall.” Her eyes squint, and her back straightens. “Who is the fairest of them all?” The answer she was expecting wasn’t what the mirror gave her.

“Y/n is the fairest of them all.” The Magic Mirror spoke, a live video of you playing before her, your sweet self hums to the animals, pulling a small bucket from the well, capturing the attention of the many people that pass by.

“What?!” She screams, and her face becomes red with anger. “No one is more fair than I! The Queen must have the best of everything. Everyone knows that. What could be more fair?”

“Y/n is the fairest of them all!” The Mirror repeats, not caring for the tantrum the Queen is throwing.

“What do you know? You’re a mirror!” She huffs, rolling her eyes and storming off. A plan sets in motion as she heads to where the huntsman rests, ordering him to take you out of the equation.

You had spent your time running through the woods, away from your horrid stepmother and the huntsman that she had sent after you. Your hands clutched your skirt, lifting it from the ground, and your bare feet dodged the many sticks and rocks. Your breath is heavy, and you can hear his footsteps catching up to you. “Little Snow! You can’t run from me! The Queen ordered me to kill you!” You gasp, picking up your pace, desperately trying to distance yourself from him.

You squeal and cry as your foot gets caught on a root sticking out of the ground. You fall forward, tumbling for a few seconds until you end up on your back. Fat tears cover your cheeks, your eyes are puffy, your hair is ruffled, and your once-beautiful dress is ruined, ripped and dirty. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as the huntsman appears in your vision, “P–please! You don’t have to do this! I–I won’t tell anyone if you let me go! Please!” You cry you beg, you plead. Your hands curl into the ground, crushing the dirt into your palms. You don’t notice the magic flowing through you and into the ground. You are so caught up in begging the man not to take your life.

He shakes his head. “I have to. I was given an order.” His head continues to shake, clutching the knife as he desperately doesn’t want to kill you. “If I return and the Queen finds out I didn’t obey, she’ll kill me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears slip past, and your lips tremble. You nod, accepting your fate. You wouldn’t be able to escape this. “O–okay. If taking my life means you get to keep yours, okay.” You breathe in and out, a soft sob passing your lips. Your brows furrow as you are met with silence before a crunch and a groan follow it. You slowly peek your eyes open, wondering what caused the noise, and a shocked sob escapes you when you notice a giant black wolf on top of the huntsman. Yellow eyes stare back at you, and you feel oddly calm before standing on shaky legs. It’s as though the animal is giving you enough time to escape. “T–thank you.” You take off running again, the sky becoming dark as night falls, heading in the opposite direction of the castle.

You happen to stumble across a wooden cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere. You rush forward, rapidly knocking on the door. “S–someone! Is anybody there?! I need help, please!” The door is pushed open from your knocks, and you cautiously enter as you receive no reply, looking around. “Hello?” When you don’t get a response, you decide to take a closer look. “Such a dirty place…” You think out loud, “Maybe if I clean up a bit, whoever lives here may help me.” You nod to yourself and walk over to a broom that rests against the wall and grab hold of it. You get swept away cleaning and then cooking before you slowly make your way upstairs, noticing seven large beds, making you wonder who lives here.

“I hope they won’t mind if I…” You ponder, going over to a bed that reads ‘CRANKY’ and sitting for what was supposed to be a second. The moment your body hits the mattress, your eyes flutter closed, and a deep slumber hits you with full force.

You wake to someone or something poking you. Your eyes flutter open, blinking as you notice many different men surrounding you. You gasp, scooting to the headboard, pulling your knees to your chest. “Oh, please don’t kill me! I–I promise I didn’t do anything wrong!” Your bottom lip wobbles and your gaze shoots between theirs frantically, wondering if the Queen also sent them.

A man with blue eyes and his hair in a man bun scoffs. He crosses his arms over his chest, and your eyes land on one of them being shiny. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my bed?” A growl practically escapes his lips, and his eyes scan your body with a lick of his lips.

You gasp, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I–” You're cut off as you try to get out, but a larger man stops you. His light blue eyes and blonde hair cause your breath to catch in your throat.

He shakes his head with a soft smile. “Don’t listen to him, ma’am. We are just startled, is all.” He turns his head, glaring at his best friend before looking back down at you. “Now, why don’t you introduce your pretty self and explain why you think we would kill you?” He sits at the end of the bed, resting a comforting hand on your leg.

“Oh, I do apologise. Where are my manners? My name is Y/n, but I am more known as Snow White.” The men are shocked, wondering what the princess is doing in their cabin. “The Queen is trying to have me killed, and I don’t know why. S–she sent the huntsman out, and he chased me through the woods until I was able to escape, and that is how I stumbled across your home.”

A throat clears, and you turn your head to look at another man who’s built like a bear, with pretty blue eyes and blackish hair. “She wouldn’t be trying to kill you for no reason. Tell us what you really did. You can’t really be that innocent.”

“I–I swear–” The man touching your leg interrupts you, giving you a soft look.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself. I can see that you are innocent. I mean.” He looks around at the men with his brows raised. “What innocent person would break into someone’s home and decide to clean and cook? The breaking in part obviously doesn’t sound great, but look at her. She needs help.”

The man with the blackish hair speaks again while nodding. “You’re right. I apologise. We’ve been rude and haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Clark, but these bastards call me Bossy.”

The man touching your leg smiles. “And I’m Steve, better known as Brawny.” He points to the man with a permanent scowl on his face. “That’s Bucky. We call him Cranky, though.” Bucky rolls his eyes, wondering why the hell they haven’t moved you from his bed yet. Though, he has been having a great time imagining you tied to it while he pleasures you.

Another man with a flirty smile leans against the bed, coming close to your face. “I’m Johnny, yet these guys call me Sleazy. No idea why. I would’ve said Flirty.” Johnny wiggles his brows, loving the shy look that crosses your face.

A man with a beanie and dirty face and hands nods. “I’m Curtis, known as Dirty around these wankers.”

Your eyes land on a man drinking what seems to be alcohol, and his eyes are half-lidded as he stares at you. “I’m Dean or Tipsy. Whatever you prefer, but I’m hoping to make you scream one of them later.” Your eyes widen.

Your attention is pulled away from Dean or Tipsy to a darker man touching your arm, looking at you with a smirk. “I’m Sam, baby. But you can call me Horny.” You blink, stunned, never having heard such words come out of a person’s mouth before, but you know that you cannot judge as you did break into their home.

“O–oh, it’s nice to meet you all. Such interesting names.” You fold your hands in your lap and look around at each one of the men. “I would like to cook you, men, some dinner as a thank you for not kicking me out.” You watch as they nod, and you give a soft smile to Steve, who helps you off the bed. You head down the stairs, and all seven men follow behind, watching your hips sway beneath the dress. They sit, watching as you start to heat the food. It’s magical to them. You turn around, the food nearly ready. “Please go and wash up before dinner.”

“What? No.” Bucky growls, refusing to get up from the seat while the other men immediately stand and head out. Steve grabs hold of his best friend and drags him out, ignoring the shouts and yells. “Steve! Steve! Stop!”

You shake your head, turning back toward the pot, stirring it before you turn off the stove and grab hold of it, bringing it to the table and setting it down. “Dinner!” You watch as the door swings open, and the men walk back in with smiles, smelling clean. “Don’t you men look dashing!” They thank you before taking a seat, watching you with wide eyes as you fill their bowls with the delicious-smelling stew.

Clark tilts his head as you take the pot back to the sink, noticing that you didn’t make a bowl for yourself. “Are you not eating with us?” The other men stop with their spoons midair, looking between you and Clark. “Come, sit. You deserve to eat the food you cooked.” Clark pats his thigh, raising a brow when you don’t move. “I’m called Bossy for a reason. Now, sit.” You scurry over, taking a seat on his thigh, feeling a weird tingling sensation between your legs as you feel how thick his thighs are. “Good girl.” He nods to everyone, and you all begin to eat. Clark occasionally brings the spoon to your mouth, feeding the two of you.

During the night, you get to know all of the men, laughing and listening to stories. Steve stands, clearing his throat. “I hate to interrupt this wonderful evening, but we have work tomorrow., and I think it is best if we get some rest” The others agree, and you get up to bid them goodnight, practically tucking them into their beds and placing soft kisses onto their foreheads. You are about to head back downstairs, needing to find somewhere to rest, but Steve stops you. “Y/n, here.” You spin, heading over to him with furrowed brows, wondering what he is talking about. He pulls back the blanket and pats the space next to him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude more than I have.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, feeling like you’ve been a bother. “I can find somewhere else to sleep. I saw a blanket downstairs.” Steve gives you a look that makes you quickly crawl into the bed, and your body shivers when you realise how cold you’ve been compared to the warm man. Your body curls into his larger one, sighing as sleep takes over you before you can even register.

You wake to birds chirping and the sun shining through, your eyes flutter open, and you stretch your arms above your head. You slowly pull Steve’s arm off of you and get out of bed, making your way downstairs, and you decide to prepare breakfast for the kind men. You cook eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a fruit platter, wanting to give them a filling meal for their big day. You smile and turn as you hear the men bound down the stairs, dressed for work with hunger in their eyes. “Good morning! I thought I’d make you guys some breakfast before you go. I hope you don’t mind.”

They smile, thanking you before sitting down. The same happens as the night before. Clark pulls you into his lap and feeds you some of his breakfast, ensuring you also get to eat. You stand once you finish, gathering the dishes and walking over to the sink, gently placing them down before walking to the door and handing the men their coats.

Clark is the first one to grab his coat, thanking you. “I hope you have a good day today.” You lean up, resting your hand on his muscular arm and kiss his cheek softly. Clark smirks, tipping his head before walking out the door.

Steve is next. Once his coat is on, he leans down for you to reach his cheek. “Thank you, Snow.” Steve turns his head and returns the favour, kissing your cheek and smiling as you become shy.

Bucky huffs, “Can we hurry this up? We have work to do if you haven’t noticed.” But everyone ignores him, and he watches with envy as you continue to give each man a kiss.

Curtis gently takes his jacket from your tiny hands, closing his eyes as he feels your soft lips on his cheek. A smile on your face, “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

Johnny walks up next, smirking at you and already leaning down. You give him a soft smile and lean forward, but he turns his head last second, and you gasp. “I–I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” You freak, staring wide-eyed at the happy man.

“Don’t worry bout it, Baby.” Johnny winks, giving your arse a smooth pinch before strolling out. You feel your body and cheeks heat up, eyes still wide as you watch him leave.

“Well damn. He did it before me.” Dean rolls his eyes, slapping your arse after you give him a kiss as well. “Doesn’t matter. Have a good day, Sugar.”

Sam pulls you close, tapping his cheek before resting his hands on your hips. He groans as you lean up and kiss his cheek softly. His hands move down and squeeze your cheeks, pulling you even closer. “Mmm, Snow. You make a man so feral.”

Once Sam leaves, it leaves the last man, the crankiest of the lot. Bucky grumbles, going to reach for his coat, but you pull back slightly and give him a pout. He rolls his eyes, bending slightly, and when you gently kiss his cheek, his whole face grows pink. “Whatever.” Bucky clears his throat and quickly leaves, leaving you in their cabin all by your lonesome, not prepared for what is to happen next.

You hum to yourself, beginning to clean the place. You don’t notice the magic swirling around you, calling the forest animals to the cabin, some even helping you clean. You wash the men’s clothes, and the birds hang them along the line. You are so lost in your own world that you don’t notice an older woman watching you from the shadows, a scowl on her face, but the older woman also doesn’t notice the large black wolf watching her.

You giggle, leaning over to pet the cute little bunny that hops in your direction before you walk inside the house. Your hands become busy as you begin to prepare another apple pie, continuing to hum to yourself. “Excuse me.” You turn, hearing a knock at the open window and someone talking. You smile softly, walking closer to the older woman. “I–I’m so sorry for bothering you. I am just a poor old woman trying her best to sell some delicious apples.”

You lean against the counter, peeking over the window sill and looking at the basket of apples. “That is perfect! I’m baking an apple pie and in need of some apples!” You give an innocent smile to the older woman.

She reaches her hand into the basket and grabs a big red apple that sits at the top. “Take a look at this big red apple.” She holds it up to your face, watching you stare at it in wonder at how perfect it looks. Your hands slowly reach up to touch it, but the woman jerks it back. “Lovely, isn’t it? But you cannot touch without a price.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, looking between the woman and the apple with furrowed brows. You desperately needed more apples to make the pie. It had to be perfect. “I need that apple… But I, uh, I don’t have any money.”

She thinks, knowing that this apple contains something horrible. The Queen realised there was no point in a price when she would finally have you dead. That was good enough. “Oh, my dear. No need to worry for a first-time customer. I will let you have this apple for free.” You look at her, shocked, cupping the apple as she hands it to you. She watches you, desperately wanting you to take a bite out of it in front of her, but she doesn’t get her hopes up.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! How can I ever repay you? You are so kind. Please let me give you something!” You go over and grab a plate of freshly baked biscuits, heading back over to her. She tries to refuse, but you persist. “Oh please, It wouldn’t feel right if I were to take this for free. Please take as many as you want.”

“Okay, thank you. That is kind of you, my dear.” The older woman takes one, bidding you goodbye before disappearing into the shadows again, wanting to watch what unfolds. Her eyes widen as she watches you begin to cut the apple, mixing it into the mixture of the pie. She thought the call of the apple would cause you not to resist a taste. “Oh, no, no, no! This won’t end well. You stupid girl, you should’ve eaten the apple yourself.” She huffs, stomping her foot. “The poison only works for those it is intended for… If she serves it to others, it can have side effects, and I do not need that in my hands.” She growls to herself, knowing that she will have to put a stop to this or kill more people than intended.

Before the Queen can return to the cabin, she is met with the giant black wolf. Its teeth bared as it growled. She scoffs, waving it off. “Be a good puppy and leave. You can’t destroy the Queen.” Her eyes widen as your hums begin again as you place the pie in the oven, and she realises that you are the one controlling the animals, even if you don’t know you are. In the moment of shock, the wolf lunges, and your sweet melodies drown out her screams.

You are happy with how the pie has turned out, placing it on the window sill to cool down. You wait patiently for the men to return home, sitting curled up in a chair with a book between your hands. You’ve made the house more into a home, having gone out and picked some pretty flowers to put in a vase, gathering some wood for the fireplace, and keeping the food warm for when they walk through the door, their clothes all folded neatly. You stand when you hear them, their voices carrying through the air.

Clark opens the door with a smile, “Hello, Little Snow. I notice that you’ve been busy.” He moves past you, brushing his hand across your hip as he moves to the pot, smelling the delicious scent.

The rest of the men enter, Steve, being the second after taking his shoes off and giving you a large grin. “Snow! Did you have a good day?” You nod, giggling as he brings you into a hug. He lets go of you and walks over to the pot also, not used to coming home to dinner already prepared.

“Sugar!” Johnny enters, pulling you into him immediately by gripping your arse in his large hands, causing a squeak to fall from your lips. “You look so good. I could just eat you up.” He grumbles when Dean and Sam push him to the side. “The hell?”

“You're hogging her,” Dean grunts, pulling you against him, and your eyes widen when you feel him grope you so freely. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re so tiny.” He blinks down at you, and you get a whiff of the alcohol already on his breath.

Sam grows annoyed, pushes Dean out of his way and pulls you against him also. “Don’t hog Snow here. I want some too.” His large hands grip your arse, rubbing his bulge against you, groaning softly. “How you doing, baby?”

Curtis and Bucky stand near the entrance, watching everything unfold. You smile softly at Sam as you let go, walking over to the two men and ignoring the shocked gasp they let out as you pull them into a hug, greeting them with your kindness. “Come, sit. Dinner’s ready, and I’ve made a pie for dessert!” You skip over, waiting for them all to take their seats before you grab the pot and serve the food. Dinner goes well, and it’s finally time for them to taste your sweet pie. You walk over to the pie, carefully picking it up before bringing it to the table and serving them a slice each. “I hope you guys enjoy.”

The moment the pie hits their tongues, the magic begins to flow through everything and everyone, eyes turning a bright pink for a split second before they let out soft groans from the flavour that explodes on their tastebuds. You don’t notice anything that has happened. You are too happy to see that they enjoyed your baking.

The atmosphere in the room has changed. Every single man in the room felt their heartbeat quicken and their breathing become heavier. Their eyes are half-lidded, and their members harden, growing rapidly in their pants. It seems their gaze is set on you, eyes darkening as they look you up and down, slowly getting out of their chairs and surrounding you.

“That was a great pie, Little Snow,” Clark growls, getting closer. “But I want to taste something a little bit sweeter.” You squeal as Steve and Bucky hold you, ensuring you can’t move as Clark kneels, lifting your dress and letting out a thick groan when he realises you haven’t been wearing anything underneath, your folds slick with your juices. “Aren’t you a dirty little girl? Wearing nothing while staying with a bunch of men.” You moan as he surges forward, licking from your hole to your swollen button. “Fuck, she tastes so much better than that pie.” Your walls clench when Clark moves close again, gripping your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your soaking cunt, licking and sucking.

You whine as Steve grips your chin, turning you to face him and locking his lips with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Bucky groans. The hand that isn’t gripping you moves to your plump breasts and squeezes and fondles them. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark begins to suck on your swollen clit. You whimper into Steve’s mouth before gasping as a finger softly pokes against your entrance, breaching into it with a slow thrust. Your head falls back onto Steve and Bucky’’s shoulders, not noticing the other men rubbing their bulges through their pants, watching the scene before them with dark eyes.

A choked whine escapes you when Clark curls his fingers while Bucky and Steve suck on your hardened nipples, swirling their tongues around. Your back arches, hands gripping their shirts as your vision becomes white and your juices flow out of your sopping cunt, covering Clark’s smirking face. “Fuck, Little Snow. You taste even more divine.” He curls his fingers in, happily watching how you twitch, your arousal still flowing out. “Men, clear the table. We are in need of a different kind of dessert.” He commands, standing to his full height and stepping aside.

Steve and Bucky pull you toward the table, carefully setting you down and stepping back. All of the men stand and admire how beautifully blissed out you look. Johnny stumbles forward, his hardened member already hanging out of his pants, and you gasp as your gaze falls upon it. “T–that won’t fit…” You begin to shake your head as he slips between your spread legs, pulling you flush against him.

Johnny smirks, tapping your cheek. “Dumb little sugar. I’ll make it fit. You’re so fucking wet. I’ll slide in so easily.” He reaches down and grips his throbbing base, tapping his leaking tip against your swollen clit before lining up against your entrance. Johnny groans when he pushes in, gasping at how tight you are around him. “Oh god! You feel so good, Sugar.” His hands grip your hips, slowly pulling out before thrusting into you harder. A grin forms on his face at how your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out a sob as his tip hits your sweet spot.

You are suddenly lifted, and your eyes widen when you feel something poking your already stretched hole. Your head turns slightly, and you notice Sam giving you a cheeky smile, “Don’t worry, Snow. I’m just gonna join in on the fun.” You gasp when he slowly begins to push in, stretching you even more alongside Johnny. Sam’s head falls back, and he groans, “Holy fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” His grip tightens on your hips, and the thrusting begins between the two men. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, and your screams fill the cabin. Johnny pulls you into a deep kiss while Sam grips your hips and pounds hard into you. “Oh man, can you feel how tight she is?”

Johnny nods, groaning. “Fuck yes! I don’t think I’m going to last long!” His pace picks up, slamming harder and faster into you before he buries his face into your neck as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his angry tip. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Johnny slips out of your stretched hole, sagging into a chair as Sam pulls you down, pounding into you from behind, thrusting Johnny’s cum deeper into you. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sam slams into your sweet spot, causing your walls to clench around his thick member and your juices to squirt out of you.

“Good little princess,” Sam growls into your ear, slamming his cock harder into you before burying inside of you, releasing his cum deep into you. “Fuck.” Sam moves back, the magic draining out of him, and he sags next to Johnny, their eyes fluttering closed.

You squeal when you feel someone grabbing the back of your head before you start gagging as Curtis shoves his thick member into your mouth, thrusting in and out. “Jesus.” His head falls back, and his eyes half-lidded. “You’re mouth is so warm.” His hands hold your head, and he pulls out slowly before thrusting in again. You moan around him, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip before starting to suck, loving the salty taste that lands on your tastebuds.

Dean smirks, gripping his throbbing member and tapping his angry tip against your used folds. He lifts your hips before sliding in, groaning at how tight you feel wrapped around him. “Damn, sweetheart. How are you still so fucking tight? You were just stretched by two cocks.” He begins to set his pace, pounding into you, pushing you to choke on Curtis’s cock. “Go on, sweetheart. Choke on his cock.” He groans, fucking into you faster. His tip repeatedly hits your sweet spot, loving how you feel as you squeeze his cock. “Shit! I’m so fucking close!”

While Dean is busy chasing his orgasm, Curtis holds your head down and thrusts into your throat. His head rolls back as you moan around his member. “Such a sweet mouth for a sweet woman.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, gagging around him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Dean fills you, setting off your orgasm, causing your arousal to coat him, and the vibrations from your moans cause Curtis to groan and release deep into your mouth, gripping your chin until you swallow and show him. “Good girl.”

You whine as both men pull out and watch through blurry eyes as they also sag into the chairs. Your head flops down onto the hardwood table, breathing heavily. “Do you think we are done with you, Doll?” Bucky steps up, a pink swirl in his eyes as he peers down at your used form. “There’s still three of us.” You gasp when he picks you up, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips while lining his tip with your entrance. Steve steps behind you, and his hand strokes his cock up and down. Your eyes roll back, and your head flops onto Steve’s shoulder as Bucky pushes in. A loud whine escapes you when Steve follows suit, slipping his giant cock through your tiny hole.

Both men begin to take turns pounding in and out of you. Clark steps forward and grips your chin, turning your head to capture your lips with his. “Who knew Snow White was secretly a whore. You like being used by seven men, honey?” You moan, nodding and clutching onto whoever you can. Clark grips your throat softly, making your dazed eyes look at him. “Of course you do. Only a little whore like you would like being used. No wonder the Queen wanted to get rid of you.” He moves closer, smirking as Steve and Bucky pick up their pace, causing your mind to go fuzzy. “She couldn’t have any competition because you’d end up stealing the attention of men away from her.” You nod along, barely hearing anything that leaves his mouth, too focused on the intense pleasure coming from between your legs.

Steve presses forward, his hands kneading your breasts as he buries himself deeper inside you. “You feel so good, Snow.” He begins to kiss your collarbone and shoulders, groaning as you tighten around him. He picks up his pace, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch, a loud groan escapes him as cum spurts out of him, filling you to the brim. “Fuck…” He pulls out, sagging into a chair, his eyes falling closed.

Bucky moves you, pushing you against a wall and pounding hard into you. “Fuck, take my fucking cock.” He grunts, bouncing you against his thrusts, filling you repeatedly. “You better take my fucking cum, slut. It’s what you are made for.” His metal hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, feeling his cock throb when your eyes widen and your walls spasm, squeezing the life out of his cock. “Oh, what a dirty little slut you are. Who would’ve known you liked being choked.” Bucky smirks before he grunts, burying himself deep inside you and releasing large amounts of cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The moment he pulls out, his body does the same as the others, and before you can fall, Clark catches you and gives you a dark smile.

“Oh, poor Little Snow. You should’ve chosen another cabin.” Your eyes widen when his eyes flash, and his cock fills you immediately. Even though the Queen was dead, it didn’t mean her minions died along with her. They just now had a mind of their own, a darker, more twisted mind. Your moans and screams echo outside the cabin. Clark’s member was bigger than the others, practically splitting you open. He growls, gripping your throat tightly. “You better find a way to wake the others when I’m done with you because you are ours now.” You are suddenly bent over the table, surrounded by the sleeping men, your nails dig into the wood, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark slams deep into you.

Your vision goes white as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. Your juices squirt out and cover him and everything around. Your head hits the table as he continues before filling you with his cum, mixing with the others. You barely have time to register Clark’s body dropping as the magic leaves him. You shakingly stand, your legs wobbling, and you grip the table beneath as you look around and take in the sleeping bodies, or so you thought. You stumble over to the closet man, which happens to be Steve and feel his pulse.

Your eyes widen, and your body drops as a wail escapes you, magic exploding from your body as you release every emotion you’ve been keeping in. Your eyes begin to close, and the last thing you hear is the men coming back to life, their hands grabbing you and bringing you upstairs.

Come morning. You would learn never to trust strangers.

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literallykenmaandshoyo · 1 year

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What About Me?

Peter Parker x Female Reader!

Warnings: Angst. Reader is upset because Peter is off being busy as Spider-Man and he's stood her up one too many times for her liking

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: Guys this is my first Peter Parker drabble! YAY!~ I absolutely adore Peter and I wrote this one up earlier tonight and figured it'd be good to share! I hope you all love it, I'm so used to writing fluff that sometimes I forget that writing angst is really good too! Let me know if you have any feedback or requests by sending in an ask, and remember to request Mod Shoyo to be specific! Have a great night (Or morning) everyone!

Also, PicsArt doesn't have the same scrabble letter thingies that Kenma and I have been using for our headers so this one is just a major WTF. Sorry if this looks ugly lol :,)

~Mod Shoyo <3

Y/N sat by her bedroom window, overlooking all of Queens from the seventh floor of her apartment building. Night had fallen and the stars were out, all of the buildings nearby had some office lights still on, people were probably still working, even at this ungodly hour.

That’s one thing that they had in common with her boyfriend Peter.

Being a web-slinging superhero was definitely not on Y/N's list of why Peter Parker could be so distant and just vanish all the time. However, when they first officially started dating, Peter took it upon himself to lay out all of his cards for her right then and there. Y/N was more than understanding and he thanked God for her every single day. Y/N knew that she said she’d be okay with the late nights and the canceled plans, that she’d be up waiting for him during late hours of the night just to make sure he came home safe.

But there was only so much she could take.

She stared down at her text messages with Peter. She asked him if he wanted to come and stay over at her apartment tonight since she’d been missing him a little extra these past couple days. Not only has Tony been working him to the bone, but the crime percentages in Queens seem to have only elevated since Peter would be out all night stopping robberies, saving people from getting mugged or kidnapped, the whole shebang.

I’ll swing over in 10 love <3 11:45 p.m

Y/N looked at the top of her screen and saw that it was 1:57 in the morning. She knew that she got herself into this and she told herself that every time that he was late or had to cancel on her. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just doing his job, what he signed up to do, so she couldn’t be mad at him. But who could she get mad at?

She looked like a lovesick puppy, just waiting at her window to see the red and blue suit that her boyfriend wore to come swinging over to her building. Tears were streaming down her face and she was making herself more upset by crying over something like this. She grabbed her phone off the windowsill and turned it off, chucking it into a random corner of her room and lying in her bed. She got under her throw blanket on top of her covers and threw it over her head. Her sniffles and soft sobs weren’t loud enough to wake anyone, but a small part of her wished that Peter would walk in and hear how devastated she was.

Being Peter’s girlfriend was a blessing. It was something like a mantra that she told herself every single morning when she woke up. She wanted to be the one he came home to, the one that would make all of his cuts and bruises better after she cleaned him up, she wanted to be the last woman he would ever love in his life. She wanted to be his. Forever. But being in a relationship didn’t always mean that Peter was the one she fussed over all the time. She was entitled to her own feelings and how she felt, and right now, she was sick and tired of waiting up for Peter.

As if right on cue, her bedroom window slid open and in crawled Peter. He was panting, short of breath as soon as he ripped his mask off his face. “I’m so sorry love, there was this guy in an alleyway that wouldn’t leave this group of middle schoolers alone and he-”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at Y/N's shaking figure under her throw blanket. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the bed, his ears picking up on the sounds of her soft sniffles and hiccups. He pulled the blanket off her head and saw her laying in the fetal position. Her hair was covering the side of her face and he couldn’t really see her expression, but he knew that she was upset. Obviously.

“Baby,...” Peter pushed her hair behind her ear and could see her puffy eyes and red nose. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

Y/N sat up in bed and fixed her crazy hair, sniffling and wiping tears off of her cheeks with the sleeves of her shirt. She sputtered and tried to speak, but she didn’t even know what to tell him. Part of her wanted to be straight up and just tell him that this is the seventh time she’s been kept up waiting on him, but the other part of her knew it wasn’t his fault and that she was just upset because he’s been so busy. Just because she was always available for him, doesn’t mean that Peter was always at her dispense too, especially with what he does with his time.

“I…”

Peter waited for her to explain, but she just looked down at her lap and started to cry again. He felt awful and he was so clueless. He thought back to the last time she cried and remembered that she had lost a grandfather recently that she was close to. Maybe it was that. He grabbed her hand and held it in his tightly.

“Is this about your grandpa again, love?”

Y/N shook her head and pulled her hand away from his. Now Peter was really confused. He racked his brain trying to figure out what else it could be, but every single option he came up with just came to a dead end. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how hard he was trying to think, and she found it ironic. He was so intelligent, the smartest guy she’s ever known. Yet he’s so oblivious when it comes to the small things, she always thought that maybe his brain was so big, that the most simple of questions really took a couple of seconds for him to think about.

“I’m just tired, Peter.” She finally croaked.

Peter’s heart fell into his chest. His gaze met hers instantly and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He always thought about how Y/N never deserved to be with someone like him, not when he has the whole Spider-Man thing going for him. It’s unfair to her. And he always felt like one day she’d get tired of it all, but he was praying to God out of his own selfishness, that today was not that day.

“This…” She hiccuped. “This is the seventh time that I’ve stayed up past what we agreed to see each other at just to see if maybe you needed a little more time to come home.”

Now Peter understood.

“You said you’d only be ten minutes at 11:45 and it's two in the morning now, Peter.” Peter looked down at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. “It’s been so hard for me these past couple times to just tell myself this is what I signed up for. But I miss you so much while you’re gone.”

She broke down in tears again, sobbing into her hands. Her sobs and her hiccups were muffled, but that only made them louder in Peter’s head. She was right, in every way imaginable. He hadn’t been much of a boyfriend recently, only texting her about how much he loved and missed her, sending her a quick selfie while he was mid-swing from one crime to the next. He couldn’t even imagine how lonely she must feel within those gaps of time that he wasn’t messaging her.

“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” Peter cooed. “I know that I’ve been really busy recently, and I-I can’t even think about how lonely you must feel every single time I do this,”

Y/N looked up from her hands and wiped the snot that was running down her nose. She could barely keep her puffy eyes open enough to look at him.

“Don’t ever tell yourself that this is what you signed up for ever again.” Peter scolded. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I knew in my heart that I was ready to be your boyfriend. And I still believe that. I haven’t been giving you the attention that you deserve and that’s completely on me. Okay?”

Y/N stayed quiet, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. The scary part was over. She was never good with calling people out and telling them how what they’re doing affects her. She’d rather just forgive them and never have to talk about it again. But then, when it happens again, she just puts herself through an endless cycle.

“I just miss you…” Y/N sobbed, wrapping her arms around Peter.

She dug her nose into the crook of his neck, bringing her hands up to the back of his head to feel his hair in between her fingers. When Peter hugged her back, her entire body relaxed and she just let him hold her while she cried into his suit. Peter was rubbing her back comfortingly, whispering sweet things into her ears in between pressing kisses to the top of her head and her temples.

“I’ll do better for you, baby. I promise, okay?”

Y/N nodded.

Peter felt himself getting choked up the entire time Y/N was crying in front of him. The lump in the back of his throat was almost unbearable to push his spit past whenever he swallowed. He held Y/N in his arms for a while longer before finally taking his suit off and changing into some pajamas. He crawled into bed with Y/N and held her once more, the sound of her heart beat finally calming down bringing a soft smile to his face. He kissed the top of her head once more and closed his eyes.

That night, he made a promise to himself.

A promise that she was never going to feel like this ever again.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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Perzys se Rūkla (Fire and Flowers) - Chapter Five

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x original female character (Melessa Tyrell) Warnings: Mentions of infidelity, angst, strong language, mentions of pregnancy. Word count: ~2k

Chapter summary: Daemon deals with the fallout of Melessa's discovery. Series summary here.

Endless thanks and all the love to my absolute ride or die @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for cheerleading, beta'ing and just generally being the bestest fandom boo a gal could have.

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

Header by the insanely talented @em-writes-stuff-sometimes

I love you. I love you. I love you.

The thought tempts Daemon to go after Melessa, pull her to him and demand that she forgive him. However, it is Rhaenyra’s coronation and it has been shrouded in enough uncertainty and controversy, without her uncle chasing his weeping wife through the Red Keep. The very last thing the beginning of his niece’s reign needed was more gossip.

He sighs, only realising when he looks over his shoulder that the serving girl he’d pulled from the feast is still in the alcove, pressed against the wall, wide eyed and disheveled. Pathetic. He is unsure whether it is a thought he directs towards himself or her.

“Fuck off,” he hisses, not bothering to watch as she smooths her skirts and scurries away.

Leaning against the cool stone of the corridor, Daemon sighs. He does not know how to put this right, apologies have never been his strong suit. He can put together battle strategies for entire armies, cleave his enemies in twain, and rain dragonfire down upon those who oppose him, but his problem solving does extend as far as opening his heart and admitting to his own wrongdoing.

The very thought of going to Melessa and placing himself at her mercy by pleading for her forgiveness terrifies him more than any battle ever could. He owes it to her, though; she has given up so much in his pursuit of her, even more so since they were wed, and in a single misjudged act of foolishness he has made it all seem worthless.

His footsteps feel heavy as he trudges his way up towards their shared quarters, turning over and over in his mind what he might say to her.

I’m sorry.

It was a mistake.

It won’t happen again.

None of it feels good enough. Daemon swallows thickly, his heart pounding, as he pushes open the door, preparing himself to be greeted by the sight of his wife’s mournful hysterics.

He is taken aback when he finds her seated by the window, staring out of it. She’d appear almost serene were it not for the fact that her eyes are rimmed red from crying. She doesn’t even acknowledge his presence.

Daemon shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, clasping his hands firmly behind his back. He bows his head, taking a breath, before looking up at Melessa and uttering the first thought that springs to mind.

“Forgive me,” he says softly, looking at her with genuine remorse.

“There is nothing to forgive,” she says flatly, her voice listless. “It was silly of me to assume our marriage was anything more than a political tool for you to ensure Rhaenyra’s place as Queen.”

A pit forms in Daemon’s stomach upon hearing this. He had expected her to scream at him, to be met with heartbroken tears and burning anger, he would have welcomed that. This beaten-down resignation is more than he can handle; surely she does not believe the things she says? He stands there silently, brow furrowed in disbelief.

“You’ve gotten what you needed from our union, and it is childish folly for me to expect you to not want to bed other women,” she continues. “But now you have gotten what you want, I wish to return to Highgarden.”

Bile rises in Daemon’s throat at her admission. He fights the urge to grab her, to shake her and demand that she be angry with him. He doesn’t recognise the broken husk of a woman seated before him. She is lacking in the spirited brightness he has come to adore from his wife. Had his carelessness really snuffed that out?

He opens his mouth to speak, but finds the words won’t come. She beats him to it, dull and monotonous sounding.

“Don’t let me keep you. We can make the necessary arrangements tomorrow. Go back to the celebrations. Give the Queen my apologies for my absence; I am not feeling especially jovial this evening.”

Not knowing what else to do, wordlessly Daemon turns and leaves. His mind races, fear swirling in his gut at how withdrawn Melessa is, unsure of how to coax her back out of the shell she’d retreated into.

Irritation prickles at him as he strides through Maegor’s Holdfast, back towards the festivities. The very notion of playing at being Hand of the Queen for a feasting hall full of slack jawed halfwits, while his wife slips away from him, seems ridiculous. His jaw clenches as with every step the sounds of merriment get louder.

“There you are,” Rhaenyra calls out to him from across the courtyard.

“Shouldn’t you be entertaining your loyal subjects?” Daemon asks, walking to meet her.

“I needed some fresh air,” she says matter-of-factly. “Finished with that poor girl you dragged away earlier?”

Daemon pinches the bridge of his nose, huffing in agitation. “You saw that?”

“You’d sat at the table like a petulant child for the entire feast. It was the first time I’d seen you move all evening.” She narrows her eyes at him. “Of course I saw.”

Daemon rolls his eyes. “Well, so did my wife.”

“Oh?” Rhaenyra raises her eyebrows at this.

“She wants to go back to Highgarden.”

“And you’re going to let her?”

“What choice do I have?” Daemon asks irritably. “I can’t very well chain her up and force her to stay here.”

“You fought so hard to get her. Is she not worth fighting to keep?”

“Of course she is!” he spits, temper flaring at the absurdity of such a question.

“Then show her that,” Rhaenyra responds softly. “Fight for her.”

“Your coronation feast—” he begins.

“—Is almost over,” she interrupts. “I need my Hand’s mind to not be preoccupied while fulfilling his duties. Fix this, so I may have your full attention tomorrow.”

Daemon nods gratefully, walking away with a renewed determination to win back the affections of Melessa.

She has moved from her seat by the window when Daemon returns. He spots her standing at the foot of the bed, folding dresses into a trunk and he cannot help the white hot fury that boils under his skin at the sight of it. She really means to leave him. He cannot bear the thought.

Storming through the apartment, he snatches a gown from her grasp, the fabric tearing audibly as he does so.

It is the first time all day—since she caught him with the serving girl, that is—that her face has shown any visible emotion. Her eyes widen in shock, quickly morphing to anger as she scowls.

“What are you doing?” she cries in an accusatory manner.

“I could ask the same of you,” Daemon says darkly. “You aren’t going anywhere. Stop behaving like a child!”

“It is not me who is cavorting in hallways with servants. You cannot keep me here as your prisoner!” she shoots back.

He can tell from the way her voice wobbles that she is about to cry again and his heart aches at the sound, immediately regretting how he has handled the situation.

“Petal,” he pleads, his voice softening, still holding her now ruined dress in his hands. “You are not my prisoner—you are my wife.”

She shakes her head sadly, eyes closing as tears fall from her waterline and roll heavily down her cheeks. “I was an infatuation for you, one that you have grown tired of. Just let me go. Please.”

“You aren’t; I haven’t; I can’t,” he implores desperately, letting the garment he holds drop to the floor to reach for her.

She backs away, sniffling. “You know,” she begins, voice thick and watery. “It is not the utter humiliation of what you did to me that hurts most. It is that I have spent the past half a year trying to be the perfect wife for you and still I am not enough.”

Daemon hates this. Why will she not allow him to touch her? He cannot comfort her, cannot mend the broken pieces if he can’t hold her. He aches to pull her to him, fingers flexing uselessly at his sides as stares at her filled with shame and regret.

“You are enough,” he whispers. “More than I deserve.”

“You never say it back,” Melessa croaks. “Do you love me?”

Daemon balks at this, opening his mouth before clamping it shut again. He’d never uttered those words to anyone, wasn’t even sure he knew what such an emotion was. All he knows is that over the last six months something has grown within him, something dark and urgent that drives him to be with her, as though an invisible string tied his heart to hers. To be by her side was a need, not a mere passing fancy. If that was what love was, then he did indeed feel that.

But he has no idea of how to articulate that to her, how to make her understand that in his own unique way all of his heart belongs to her. So he says nothing, watching as she hiccups a sob before walking to the opposite bedchamber, the one that has remained unoccupied since they arrived back in King’s Landing, and closes the door behind her.

The anger builds quickly in Daemon, his patience threadbare at his inability to speak his feelings coupled with frustration at having made no progress in earning his wife’s forgiveness. With a snarl of fury, he picks up a small wooden stool that has been left discarded by the bed and launches it towards the nearest wall. It breaks apart on impact, clattering noisily to the flagstone floor.

“Fuck!” he shouts, before dropping heavily onto the bed, placing his hands over his face in frustration.

The smell of her clings to the sheets, almond oil and rosewater, maddeningly sweet. For a moment he considers barging into the bedchamber she now occupies and simply taking her by force. She’d have no doubt of his want or love for her if he felt how passionately he needed her. He thinks better of it. If she didn’t wish for him to even take her by the hand, it is doubtful she’d appreciate him rutting into her like an untamed beast.

He sighs. He has everything he has ever wanted, and yet has managed to ruin it. He could never allow himself to just be happy. It reminds him of when he and Viserys were children. They had had family visiting from across the continent who’d brought each of the boys a gift. Daemon had received a wheeled wooden horse, which he’d taken great delight in dragging around the gardens. Viserys had been given a model of a castle. To Daemon, it had appeared that Viserys was having more fun playing with his castle than he was playing with his horse. He’d taken it upon himself to destroy both toys. If he couldn’t achieve that level of happiness, then no one else deserved to have it either. Is that what he’d done to his marriage? Shame wells fiery and acrid within him at the idea.

He doesn’t realise he has fallen asleep, exhausted by the events of the day, until he is awoken by the creaking of Melessa’s chamber door. He sits bolt upright, anticipating the sight of her exiting through the door, but is disappointed and surprised to see it is Maester Orwyle instead.

Daemon stands, blinking back sleep, and stalks towards him. “Why the fuck are you creeping out of my wife’s bedchamber in the middle of the night?” he growls irritably.

Orwyle bows his head apologetically, a hint of fear in his eyes as he regards Daemon, glowering and tightly wound. “Forgive me, your Highness—your lady wife was having trouble sleeping. She requested milk of the poppy to help soothe her. You need not worry; I kept the dosage small, considering her condition.”

“Her condition?” Daemon questions suspiciously, eyes narrowed.

Shrinking backwards with a gulp, visibly uncomfortable, Orwyle nods his head. “Y-yes, your Highness. She is with child.”

Daemon feels as though his heart skips a beat, a combination of shock and anger flashing through him in an instant that has him yanking the maester up by his robes. “She’s what?”

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angelskills · 9 months

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Toji x F!reader

warning : angst, p/wp, 18+, smut, virgin/sensitive reader

meanings: Y/N : your name, E/C : eye color

authors: me & my bff

trigger warning: abuse, breakdown, fights

note: this is my first fan-fiction, so please let me know what I should change or work on. Please be honest.

PART 1 (scroll down for smut with the header 18+)

You wanted to feel something again. Other than sadness, disgust, anger. You never knew how to deal with your emotions. Nor how to express them.

Your family was nothing but emotional damage to you. You are the oldest, with a younger brother. Parents who always argue with each other, and you being left with your younger brother to comfort.

You had to take care of your family alone. Cook, clean, serve. You name it. But one thing, you were perfect. Your personality, your loyalty, your looks. Same thing over and over.

Little did you know it would only bring you misfortune.

Your family was struggling financially. And with you being the most perfect human being, they had decided to sell you off to the Kamo clan.

“Y/N, you gotta understand. We need money and-" your mom says.

"Is that a fucking excuse, mother?" you interrupt.

Those memories flash back to you as you run away from the clan, remembering the trauma they left you. You hated them. They treated you like a dog. Slapping you whenever you got the slightest thing wrong. Threatening to leave you in the streets. You barely felt happiness. But, your friend, Yumi. She worked as a maid with you but as the idea of running away came out of your mouth, she immediately refused. Not giving into the risks of getting caught. You had tried convincing but she had said her farewell. You were starved if you did not behave. Even if you behaved and somehow bothered somebody, they would do unspeakable things. But, there was always this guy who would stand out. He used weapons, which you are not supposed to use if you are a sorcerer. Well, you had always thought he was one.

You run and run and run. Of course, barefoot. You can't run with zoris (shoes worn with a kimono). Leaving scars, and cuts on your foot. Tripping about a 100 times. You were glad that you managed to get out. But, what now? You had tripped again, bruising your knee unable to get up. You felt dizzy, the trauma, leaving your friend behind, starvation. Your tears fell on the ground. Crying for a little luck.

At the end, you passed out.

You wake up on a queen-sized bed. Holy shit, it was so comfortable and soft. Who knows when you last slept on an actual bed, let alone a queen-sized bed.

But wait hold on, who's house is this? Where are you? You had tried to get up but your knees hold you back. Damn, you were hurt bad. On top of that, you felt dizzy, you had a cold too?! Maybe running away while it was raining wasn't really a good idea. Anyways, a man walks in the room. God damn, he was attractive. Huge, and muscles. And obviously, tall. He had a scar beside his lips. Wearing a robe and wet hair. Wait a minute.

"TOJI ZEN'IN?!" you yell, scared as fuck. You thought he was basically going to kill you. He looks at you funny. You were glaring at him, backing up with your blanket about to cry.

"It's Fushiguro now, are you dumb?" he said, walking up to you.

"Why am I here?!" you asked, absolutely creeped out by Toji.

"Uh.. maybe because you were on the ground? Passed out? I can always just throw you out in the streets, you know?"

Your eyes widen and sudden memories of the threats the Kamo clan left you with started poping up in your mind. Not to mention they had actually done that to you.

His phone starts ringing, "Wait, gotta take this." he said attempting to walk away. Your hands squeezed his robe not letting him go, "I'm sorry." you said as tears started flooding your eyes. Rubbing your head, he walked away. After he exited the room, you got so embarrassed because you had such an unnecessary reaction. You got up carefully and walked out of the room. You saw Toji on the balcony talking some nonsense. The apartment was clean. But luxurious.

Toji walked up to you, "Wtf was that about?"

"I don't know. Your apartment is so pretty though." You said. Trying not to bust out crying and beg for help. You wanted to open up, but you didn't want pity.

"Okay, enough chitchatting. You need to go." He said.

"I have nowhere to go. Plus." You spread your arms trying to hint at your dirty clothes.

"What? You want a hug or somethin'?" He said, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Ugh, no! I'm talking about my clothes" You yelled.

He finally understood you and gave you a T-shirt and grey sweatpants, which, of course, was really baggy. At least, it was comfy tho!

"Do you have a bathroom?" You asked.

"No, I piss in the bushes." He said angrily.

You got mad at him. He pointed you to the bathroom. You struggled to walk but made it just fine. After you showered and changed, you saw Toji eating in front of the TV. Holy shit, this is really the modern world.

You sat beside him, "So... what do you do for a living?"

He looks at you up and down, "Get rid of people like you."

You looked at him mortified but also in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind."

You were still confused. What does he mean by "People like you"?

Toji's phone started ringing, "I have to go now, you can leave or stay. I don't care." He got up to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Nunya"

"What's Nunya?"

"Nunya business" he said leaving the apartment.

Of course, you were mad. But, you knew you had to get out of here. You started looking around the rooms to gather stuff you will need. You took a bag and stuffed food, water, clothes and came across a safe. You knew what you had to do. You looked around the room the safe was in and luckily found a screwdriver. You started unscrewing the hinges. Holy shit, that man was rich. You thought to yourself in shock, "What the hell does he do for a living to have this much cash lying around?" You took about ¥1.5 million. Your leg was still hurting but you had to go. You left the apartment and you were looking for directions to a nearby hotel. You asked some local people for directions.

You got to the hotel. And you were just planning on staying there until you have somewhere to stay. It was nighttime already and you were tired. You went to your room 101 and damn, it looks so luxurious. Well, this is what ¥4,500 gets you. You jumped on your bed, feeling the pain in your back slowly drift away. You were tired. But, at least you have some money to get you going for now. As you were just about to fall asleep, you heard noises from next door. Damn, they were loud. They were having a bit TOO much fun. You were fed up with it and knocked on the door of the room next to yours. A girl opened the door after a while, "What do you need?", having a blanket covering.

"Nothing but uh can you guys be more quiet. I can hear you from next door-" You got interrupted. You saw Toji show up behind the girl as he was putting on his shirt, "What's going o-"

He saw you. Your heart dropped to your stomach but you were also in shock.

"One second, I'll be right back." He said to the girl as he left the room. You attempted to back up to your room and close the door on him. You turned around and suddenly heard him push the door open. He grabbed your arm to make you face him, "What the fuck are you doing here?" He was mad. "I left, duh. I should be asking you that" you replied, looking at him directly into the eyes. "Why do you have all my stuff? On top of that, my clothes?! Wait a minute, how did you even pay for this hotel room?" You looked down, scared of what he might do. He noticed the bag of money on your bed, "Okay, I'll be taking this" as he grabbed the bag from the bed and tried to walk out. You attempted to catch up to him, "Wait wait, I don't want any trouble" You tried to grab his arm. He then swiftly grabbed both your wrists at once and pushed you against the wall, pulling his head closer to yours. Your heart was beating so fast that you might have actually passed out. "Don't mess with my shit." He looked into your eyes. You felt like he was controlling you with his eyes. "I'll be taking my money now, I expect you to return all of my things tomorrow things. If you don't show up, I'll find you." He left the room and you dropped immediately to the floor. What's going on? You were in shock but you weren't complaining either. But you hated to admit you couldn't help but feel yourself blushing a little.

You went to bed trying so hard not to think about him. But more than that, you were worried about the money. You didn't know where to go and staying in his apartment would just be weird and awkward. Even if you wanted to run away, you wouldn't have anything. You thought to yourself, maybe going back to Toji's place and try to convince him to help you out a little bit.

The next morning, you got up but left Toji's stuff in the hotel room. You went back to Toji's place and knocked on his door.

"Where's my stuff?" he said.

"Okay, Toji listen. I'm in a very difficult place right now and you seem to have a lot of money and I know you can spare a little bit. Especially since you helped me that one night." you begged him, "Please, I just need help right now."

You were the type of person who never asked for help, but this time you actually needed it.

He stared at you with a blank expression. "Please..."

"And what will I get in return for doing all of this for you?"

"What? Why do I need to do anything?" You said, in confusin.

"Alright then, you can leave." he said as he was about to close the door on you.

"WAIT I can... be a really good maid! I swear, I'm really good at cooking, cleaning, laundry, anything!! You name it!!"

"Anything?" He said, kneeling a bit down to get closer to your face, smirking.

"Yeah anything... as long as it pays." You jump in surprise.

A while later...

You didn't know how it got to this point. From Toji saving you to begging him for help to you squirming on his lap with your pussy spread by his two thick, long fingers. Oh, he loved to torture tf out of you. His fingers hit your sweet spot every single time, making you whimper. You wanted more. No, you needed it. Hiding your face in his neck trying to quiet down.

"Damn, you're sensitive." he whispered in your ears.

He slid in one more finger, making you moan in pain but also pleasure. You were dripping. The slick sounds that were made by Toji as he kept abusing your cunt. Hugging, gripping onto his neck, scratching, almost bruising it from the pleasure. "Hngh- T-toji- please." Meanwhile, he had his face buried between your tits. Sucking and kissing your nipples. Not being able to take it, you came all over his fingers

With the other hand, Toji pushed his underwear off and tossed it to the other side. You were surprised, just seeing his cock made your pussy clench around his fingers. He took his fingers out and slid It in your mouth, making you suck his fingers, "Good girl." As you were distracted, he swiped his head between your swollen lips. You yelped in pain, your sloppy hole clenched around his cock, "W-wait, i-i don't think- aanghh! it'll f-fit"

"It will." He groaned, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you down onto his cock as he laid back. At this point, you were a mess. You were drooling, moaning your life out, only being able to scream Toji's name. You were that sensitive.

"T-toji! Hngh- aahh!! p-please more!!" You moaned, but it seemed like Toji was struggling too. You clenched so well around him, so tight and he absolutely loved it, “H-holy shit, fuckfuckfuck.” You couldn't take it anymore, it was so much. Being fucked by Toji Zen'in? Damn, you were lucky. You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. Pulling out from the kiss to catch your breath.

You felt your orgasm coming again, being sensitive still from the last time. Toji chose not to be cruel this time and abuse your cunt even more.

Your hands clenched on his chest. Your legs were shaking but you loved it.

Next Morning...

You woke up on Toji's bed, your back hurting from last night. But, Toji had already left the apartment. Toji had told you before that there were bandages in the closet for your feet. After you put bandages on your feet, you noticed that you guys are out of milk and eggs so you decided to go out for groceries.

You left the apartment and started to walk, you saw Toji and his eyes swidened at you, "Y/N, go back to the apartment, Wtf are you doing??"

"I'm getting groceries. Cuz your fridge is empty. Unless you want to starve." You spit out.

"I don't give a fuck, Y/N." He said, "I'll starve, just go back."

"Too bad, I don't want to starve and you can't control me." You said, about to walk away.

He grabbed you by your wrist, "Well last I heard you’re my maid and I’m the one paying you so maybe just do what I ask you" and pushes you into the alley way aggressively. Pinning you onto the wall as he covered your mouth with his palm, "Don't speak."

You peeked your head a little bit, fighting against Toji's palm(you had to put in A LOT of effort) and recognizing one of the Kamo Clan's guards. You immediately pushed your head back on the wall, in a state of panic. You were scared that you would get dragged back to the clan, as tears flooded your eyes.

Toji put his hands firmly on your waist, pulling you closer to him. But, at this point, you were crying quietly. He wiped your tears, "Stop crying..." He felt awkward. You tried not to burst out crying even more, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Toji looked out to see if there were any guards, "Okay, let's go back to the apartment" he said as he grabbed your arm.

You got back and he made you sit on the couch. He offered you water and made you some fish cakes, "Are you okay now?"

He sat next to you. You struggled to speak, "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"I dunno... I felt bad." He said as his mouth was filled with the food, "Do you want some space?"

You nodded and he led you to his room, and he sat in front of the TV, watching his favorite drama.

After a while, he knocked on the door, "You good now?" as he opened the door, "Yeah, I'm fine now.. thank you" You smiled lightly. You attempted to get up but from last night and the cuts on your feet, you tripped, falling on Toji's chest. He caught you but it's like yours and his eyes were locked. You grabbed him by his neck to pull him into a kiss. He picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. Passionately giving him kisses.

As he had you against the wall, he started taking your panties off, putting your leg on his shoulder. He slid in two of his fingers in your hole at once stretching you out, making you yelp in pleasure. You tried your best to hold in your moans, clinging onto his neck and legit scratching it as he abused your sweet spot.

"We went through this last night, Y/N." He groaned.

Hearing him say your name made your pussy clench around his fingers even more, bringing you close to your orgasm. "T-toji- I'm c-close"

Well, this time, he decided to be cruel!

As you were so so so close, he pulled out his fingers, not letting you feel the satisfaction. You whined at the loss of his fingers, "Not yet."

He took off his underwear and threw it somewhere, who cares? "to-o oh,! fast!" You whimpered in the sudden spark of pain and pleasure. You felt his cock entering your hole as he grabbed your waist to push you down, "C'mon, you can take this, like you did last night." He wasn't even fully in and your pussy was already dripping. He moved his hands on the sensitive part of your cunt, already learning your body. He pushed his cock further in, "T-toji- hngh- can't take it when you go too fast-"

"Isn't this what you want?" He smirked at you, rubbing his hands on your cunt, coating his hands with your juice. He started rubbing his cock at the sponge area in your pussy, making him groan, "aah- fuck.."

"Oh- ah- fuck toji! i'm g-gonna cum- i-it feels s-so damn good- aah"

Your pussy clenched around his cock so well, making him groan. He pulled you into a kiss as you coated his cock with your orgasm.

#jjk #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jjk toji #smut

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🧡 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 2 - AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE (AU)-THEMED OTOME CONTENT CREATION CHALLENGE

For the second time, @xxsycamore and I are bringing to you a week-long exploration of the trope Alternative Universe! (link to last year’s challenge here)

→ GENERAL RULES

Works of all forms are welcome! Fanarts, fanfics, headcanons, etc.

Limited to otome fandoms - mobile otome games such as: IkeSeries (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Genjiden); Tears of Themis; Obey me!; Mr Love: Queen’s Choice; Light and Night; Voltage games; Mystic Messenger and others, as well as console otomes.

This challenge takes place between June 19th and June 25th, 2023. The deadline for posting your works is July 15th (until midnight, UTC+2).

Instead of making the masterlist after the deadline, @xxsycamore who is in charge of it will try to create the post in advance and update it regularly during the challenge. Don’t hesitate to contact us if your work was done within the deadline but wasn’t featured in the masterlist. Or, if you prefer not to be featured on the masterlist instead!

When posting your works, use the tag #different universe same love ccc - you can as well tag @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady in your posts! It will help us find your work easier!

Posting to other sites is allowed - as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.

Reblogs are appreciated!

→ CONTENT RULES

This challenge features a list of 14 AU prompts, two for each day, plus 7 dialogue prompts which you can match to your liking, if you want to. You’re free to create a work based on whichever AU you like more for that day. You can also create works for both AU prompts, and you can also mix the two prompts into one work! Whatever suits your preferences :) You can create more than one work for the same prompt, too!

You can find the lists of prompts on the banner above, as well at the bottom of this post.

Under the cut, you will also find a short explanation of each AU prompt, just in case there is anything unclear about them.

Any additional rules are up to the content creators. You are free to choose the rating(make sure to mark your NSFW works accordingly, and if you’re minor, make sure not to interact with such!), and also the genre (the challenge’s main focus is romantic love, but it is not obligatory for your work to be of such genre), all characters and ships included are up to you (OCs, character x MC, character x character, etc.)

You’re free to take requests from your audience using these prompt lists, again please make sure to mention the challenge and its creators.

You’re absolutely free to post your works for this challenge after its deadline, July 15th - but please note that they won’t be featured in the masterlist!

The final and most important rule is to have fun and not pressure yourself about full completion of the challenge. Do only as many works as you wish! :)

Here is a free-to-use banner/header for the challenge!:

If you have any additional questions, we’ll be happy to help. There is no such thing as a stupid question, so don’t hesitate to get in contact with us! We wish you happy creating!

→ THE LISTS

Day 1 - June 19th- Bodyguard AU | Mafia AU

Day 2 - June 20th- Angels and Demons AU | Pirate/Mermaid AU

Day 3 - June 21st- Social Media AU |Coffee/Flower shop AU

Day 4 - June 22nd- Celebrity AU | Bookstore AU

Day 5 - June 23rd - Forbidden love AU | Soulmates AU

Day 6 - June 24th- Office AU | Circus/Magic AU

Day 7 - June 25th- FREE DAY (an AU of your choice!)

Dialogue prompts:

“Him? Are you kidding me? He’s not even my type!”

“We didn’t even exchange numbers! I’m such a fool.”

“We should have never met.”

“Ah, it’s you again! Do you come here often?”

“I’ll be waiting at our spot. Make sure no one sees you.”

“Promise me we will always have each other.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again someday.”

Under the cut you’ll find a short explanation of each AU:

Bodyguard AU - character A is appointed to protect character B

Mafia AU - an extension of Mobster AU, with a mafia setting - typically involves rivalry and enemies-to-lovers tropes

Angels and Demons AU - typically depicts the forbidden love between character A who is an angel and character B who is a demon. You can also write about Fallen angels/Ascended demons.

Pirate/Mermaid AU - an AU that features merfolk characters or pirates - or both!

Social Media AU - an AU where the characters meet on social media and begin their friendship/relationship online.

Coffee/Flower shop AU - typically resolves around a small business that character A either owns or works at, and their loyal customer, character B; but they can also be both customers, or coworkers.

Celebrity AU - placing your character(s) in a setting where they’re famous. Other characters could be their fans; working with them, meeting them by chance…

Bookstore AU - similar to Coffee/Flower shop AU.

Forbidden love AU - a setting where the characters are forbidden from being together for whatever reason.

Soulmates AU - a setting where everyone has One True Love and the ways of finding it varies depending on the creator. An example of a popular Soulmate AU is “Your soulmate’s name is written on you”.

Office AU - a setting where the characters work together in an office.

Circus/Magic AU - a setting where the characters either work in the circus or are magic users - the latter involves anything fantasy-related, basically.

FREE DAY - The last day of this challenge is for you to choose your own prompt! It can perfectly well overlap with an already existing prompt. Maybe your favorite Alternative Universe wasn’t in the list above? This is your chance to include your idea in the list :)

ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY CREATING! WE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOUR CREATIONS 🧡

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The White Dragon (21)

21. The hour of the Snake

MASTERLIST

Summary: No reader in this chapter

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, can you call this a cue?, hostile takeover, implied killings, death of a character, technically kidnapping. Death, rituals about death (preparing of a dead body), nothing mentioned. Blood, injury

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.7 k (felt like a million)

Notes: I just realized Steffon is 50 years old!! and I bet he looks more yummier than ever… A silver Fox Charlie Hunnam? YES PLEASE.

We got new Header, and spacer! wujuuu

He knew

He was the second ever to find out, because he was on duty that very morning. Steffon watched the little blonde kid run down the corridor and he knew. He entered the chambers and saw it first hand. King Viserys was dead.

The Queen was going to be the first one to receive the dark news, so he stood outside the chambers of the King. Guarding him even in death, because he could never abandon his post. Bitter tears fell down his face, he had served the King for 32 years… He had saved his daughter, and had come into his service.

He bowed to Queen Alicent who came to the chambers with tears already streaming down her face, and was accompanied by Ser Criston.

“Thank you Ser Steffon”, she said sweetly, placing her hand on his shoulder, “I need you to go guard the King one last time”, she whispered, and he nodded, standing tall and still by the doors, “Don’t let anyone in”

He heard the Queen cry by his majesty’s side, and then she rushed down the hallways.

It was the break of dawn, birds barely begun to chirp.

As he was standing guard, the small council, the treacherous small council gathered, plus Larys Strong and the commander of the Kingsguard, and minus Lord Beesbury. In the meantime all the servants were being led to the dungeons.

“She will never bend the knee!”, cried Alicent, “And her sister is with her! this is the worst possible timing!”

“Or the best”, said Lyonel, “Shall we proceed as planned?”, Alicent looked at her father, surprised

“Yes, indeed”

“Where is Lord Beesbury?”, she asked

“He is loyal to Rhaenyra”, said simply

“You were planning on placing my son on the throne without me?”, she asked

“You had become friends with the princess”, said Otto

“What would have happened if she was here?”, she asked, “she would have killed us all!”

“We had a contingency plan, luckily, she isn’t, but we have Aemma”. Alicent looked at all the men gathered there

“What?”

“And Rhaenys, we are in the best position”, he said, “they are not here, but Aemma is”

“You will not harm that girl!”, she said

“We will never even dreamed of doing such a thing, but with her, the princess only has to come here and bend the knee”, he said simply, “we will marry her to Aemond so she will never leave our side, and we will have the princess as an ally”

“This will backfire!”, she claimed

“We have the support of The Stormlands, the Westerlands and the Reach”, continued Otto, “we will send letters to the North, and the Tullys in the Riverlands!”

“What about Rhaenyra?”, she asked then, “She will never bend the knee, neither will Daemon”

“She will have no choice”, started Otto, “when they receive the news, it will be too late, Aegon will be crowned before that”

“That won't stop her from flying into the city and burning us all, they also have the city watch”

“Sadly for them, we control the treasury, with that money we will pay some of the captains, that are easily bought”, laughed Tyland

“They could turn on Daemon but they will never turn on Harwin”, she said, convinced

“So we will change those captain to the ones loyal to us”, said Otto

“I shall set myself to that purpose”, muttered Tyland, and left the room.

“So what about Rhaenyra?”, asked Alicent, every second more nervous

“She is expecting your grace”, said Lord Lyonel, “you need to make an excuse about yours and Aemma’s absence, something simple, but binding”

“Good idea”, she whispered, “I shall get to it”

“Where is Aegon?”, asked Otto, “Where is Aemond?”

“They must be sleeping”, said Queen Alicent

“Bring them in I want to talk to them”

“I don’t want that”, she said

“Aegon has known of our plans for months”, said Otto, “he is with us”

“You did all of this without me?”

“It was necessary”, Otto then looked at the Commander, “Lord Commander, I have a mission for you”

Aemma woke up weirdly late, no maid had gone looking for her to wake her up, and she was woken by the sun in her face instead.

“Hello?”, she called, but she was alone. She found it odd, until she heard steps in the hallway. She walked towards the doors, but they wouldn’t open. She found it even more strange.

She found one of her dresses she could put on without help and she braided her hair, and on her most comfortable shoes, she didn’t like whatever was happening and she needed to be ready for anything.

So she tried to open the doors again, but to no avail

“Is anyone there?”, she asked, and slapped the door. “Hello?”, no answer. “Open the door!”

She tried the door knobs, and tried and tried

“Open the door!”, she screamed, pounding in the door now with her fist, “Help! Open the door! Please!”

Ser Steffon Mangold guarded the door of the King as instructed… He let in the silent sisters by order of the Queen, who will prepare the King’s body. The sun was already on the horizon, and the day looked gloom, like it known a King had died.

And that is when Ser Harrold Westerling came walking down the corridors, hastily.

“Ser Steffon, you must leave immediately”, he said. Grabbing him by the arm

“What is going on? Lord Commander?”, he leaned in after making sure nobody was listening

“They intend on usurping the throne”, Steffon gasped, not believing what he was saying. “They wanted me to kill Rhaenyra and her family in dragonstone”

“Ser Harrold, don’t we answer to the king?”, he asked

“So choose one, Steffon”

“I choose Rhaenyra”, he said firmly

“Then go, quickly, you need to warn her, they intend to crown Aegon as soon as they can, they will lose the city”, Steffon nodded. But then he noticed the lack of cape

“Ser how about you?”

“I will remain”, he said firmly. As Steffon turned around, he grabbed him by the arm. “If this provided any comfort, I name you my successor as the Captain of the Kingsguard”

“What an honor Ser, Thank you”

“Go!”, and without more hesitation he started walking down the hallways. But first… he needed to… He started running towards the chambers of Princess Aemma. The former chambers of her mother. He needed to get her out of here, she is the one that they are going for first.

As he was turning the corner on Maegor’s Holdfast, he was met with soldiers guarding the hallway to the chambers. He tried to act like nothing was happening, but they move to prevent his way

“Move”, he growled

“No one is allow to go the chambers”

“I said move”, he demanded

“What do you think you are doing?”. Steffon couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he heard that annoying voice. He turned around slowly, to meet Ser Criston Cole

“To wake up the princess”, he said

“You were told to guard the King’s chambers”, he said, those crazy eyes again

“I received new orders”, he said firmly

“From a traitor”, he mocked

“From my Lord Commander”, he said then, “go fetch the Queen, you are his lap dog after all, now if you excuse me”

“Help!”, he heard, from down the corridor, “Open the door!”. Aemma was screaming her lungs out, knocking the doors/

“Get the fuck out of my way!”, He said to the two guards

“No!”, they draw their swords, so Steffon drew his, today he only had one, but that was going to be enough, he started fighting both men at the same time, they were just guards, easily overpower by him, but as he heard the screams of Aemma, his little Princess, he cut down one guard, that dropped then, and then the other without much effort. It was one second in which he got distracted, and forgot about the presence of the man behind him

“Steffon!”, he heard her scream, as a piercing pain crossed his leg. A blade had cut through his thigh from behind, and the pain was so intense it made him fall on his knees to the ground

“Aemma!”, and he fell to the ground, growling and hissing in pain.

Steffon looked back, and found Criston smiling triumphantly

“Craven”, he accused, grabbing his leg, even smiling, “The only way you could defeat me was by stabbing me in the back”

“Technically the leg”, he mocked, pointing at his face with his sword

“I regret not killing you when I had the chance”

“You never will again”, And Criston drew back his sword to give a final blow

“Stop!” Ser Criston stopped his arm mid-swing, looking at Aemond who came walking down the hallway. Ser Steffon looked back, wincing in pain, “you will not harm this man”, he demanded

“He is a traitor”, growled Criston

“He is my mentor”, he corrected, he was followed by more Hightower soldiers, “place him in a cell on the first level, make sure a maester sees to him”, he said, two soldiers kicked the his sword that was near him, and helped him on his feet

“Protect Aemma”, he begged before he was taken down the hallway

“Always”, he said simply, and he turned to the door. It was the moment of truth…

He opened the door, making noise to make sure she heard it and not be taken by surprise, and he entered slowly. He found her by the window, bitter tears falling down her face

“Aemond!”, she called, but she didn’t dare leave her position

“My Aemma”, he returned, looking at her as if it was the first time she was looking at her. She was so beautiful, and now that he was going to marry her… she even looked more gorgeous

“What happened?” she asked, terrorized, “did I do something wrong?”, she asked

“King Viserys is dead”, Aemond whispered

“Oh Aemond! I’m so sorry!”, she whined, she then ran towards him and hugged him tightly, but he didn’t hugged her back

“My mother and Grandfather had decided… to crown Aegon King”, she stilled in his embrace, and then slowly released him to look him in the eye

“But Rhaenyra is the heir”, she whispered

“Not according to most of the court and great families”, he explained simply. Aemma seemed to think of the repercussions of this treachery. And what she found in her own mind scared her

“Rhaenyra will never agree to this, you are taking the throne by force!” she whispered

“Yes, she will have to bend the knee”

“She will never”. She assured him. “Aemond… What about my mother and my family?”

“They have to bend the knee”, he said

“What about me?”, she asked then

“You don’t need to worry”, he said gently, “you are safe, I would never hurt, nor I let anyone else hurt you”

“I’m you hostage then?”, she was scandalized, and scared

“You can’t leave, you will be confined to your rooms, but you will be treated with the utmost respect, we won’t hurt you”, he explained, a hopeful look on his eye.

“We?”, she asked, her eyes shiny with unshed tears, “you are with this?”

“Aegon is the true heir”, he said simply, "in his deathbed, he confided in my mother he wanted Aegon to be King!"

"You mean last night?", she asked

"He did", he whispered

"He didn't make his desire public!", she explained, “You are going to kill us all”. She whined

“No!”, he said, “I would never!”

“Aegon won’t be safe until Rhaenyra and all her children are dead, and my family too!”, she cried, punching him in the chest. Of course, she didn’t even move him an inch, “I've read what Maegor the cruel did to stay on the throne!”, she accused, “and even after he killed two of his nephews, still his claim wasn’t certain”

“We are not Maegor”, he said. This time, seriousness, and he grabbed her tightly by the shoulders, “I will not let anyone harm your family, I love them, you know I do”

“You are betraying them”, you said

“Your mother can come, if she bends the knee, none of this has to escalate, Maekar will inherit Harrenhal, Rhaegar will marry that girl from the north, nothing has to change!”

“Rhaenyra and Daemon will never bend the knee, you truly think my mom will fight them with her own sister?”, she asked then

“She won’t risk you”, he said, certain of his words, “she can come here and stay in the keep”

“She will never!”, she said, “Aemond, please, why are you doing this?”, she asked

“They are my family”, he said gently, “my brother, Helaena, my mother… my nephews!”

“We were also your family”

“You know very well, you just said it, if Rhaenyra claimed the throne her claim would be equally challenged by Aegon, and me, don’t you see it?”, he said gently, “I couldn’t let them hurt my family, Helaena, the children”

“Please Aemond”, bitter tears fell down her cheeks, “I’m scared!”, and he hugged her tightly against his chest

“It’s me, your Aemond”, he whispered against her temple, “you are my Aemma, you are going to be fine, they will bend the knee, and everything is going to be just like before, we could marry”

“I don’t want anyone to die!”

Only when she had stop crying and shaking Aemond could leave her with her favorite dishes for her to eat and regain her strength

“Alright”, he thought, “the worst part was over”

If only he knew this was just the beginning

He went directly to their chambers, all the chambers in his family’s side were connected by a common room, and there is where he found His mother, his dear sister and his nephews playing.

“Aemond!”, called Alicent, she reached for him and he held her arms gently

“mother”

“Is Aemma alright?”, she asked

“She is scared”, he said.

“She knows we will never hurt her, right?”, she asked hopefully

“She is scared of what might happen”, he said then. “She knows it won’t be easy”, Alicent smiled sadly

“I’m angry you didn’t tell me what was going on”, she recriminated

“Otto made it seem like a countermeasure”, he said, “something that was so far away from happening, I never meant to keep it from you, besides he only got close to me a week ago”. He released his mother to sit by her sister

“Darling, how are you doing?”, he asked gently

“There is a beast beneath the boards”, she whispered, looking at him with teary eyes. Aemond held her against his chest and kissed the top of her head

“Everything is going to be alright”, he said. “I promise”

“There is a beast beneath the boards!”, she insisted

“Where is Aegon?”, he asked his mother

He found his brother grotesquely seated in the iron throne, cup of wine in hand

“What do you think you are doing?”, he asked, luckily, they were alone

“Seated in my throne, do you like this image brother?”

“I find it grotesque”, he answered, “Our father’s body is not even cold”, he recriminated

“He is dead Aemond”, he mocked, “And now I’m King”

“Don’t make me regret the decision I made”, he warned

“I will give you everything you want”, he said, with a content smile, “you want Lady Strong? I’ll give her to you, you want to be my hand? You’ll be! Do you want to be the prince of dragonstone? I’ll give you that too”

“Amazing”, he grumbled

“I’ll be crowned tomorrow!”, he giggled, dropping wine everywhere, “and later today, all members of the court will bow to me”

“I don’t know why our father changed his mind at the last second and decided to make you King”, he grumbled

“Well, he did”

“You will found resistance”, he warned

“I don’t care brother”, he said, his face was red and his hair was a mess, he did look more a drunk than a King. “Grandfather will take care of the traitors”

“Of course he will”, Aemond was regretting his decision, and wondered if it was too late

Helaena, Jaehaerys, Jahaera, Maelor, Alicent, Daeron, Aemma

The doors of the throne room opened, trough them appeared Otto Hightower

“Lords and Ladies of the court will appear, to bend the knee, your grace”, he said with a smile that made Aemond’s stomach turn.

So it was a long afternoon of groups of people coming in, the majority of them kneeled, the few of them that didn’t were taken away, never to be seen again.

Aemond didn’t care, not until Ser Arryk brought Aemma in.

“Brother”, Aemond called Aegon, disguised as a warning, as he walked her down the hallway made up by now faithful lords and ladies from the court

“Don’t worry brother”, Aegon giggled, looking at Aemma, who, very quickly, was leaving behind her fear and supplanted it by rage and anger

“Princess Aemma of House Strong and Targaryen”, presented ser Arryk

“Dear niece”, he said with a wide smile, “How are you this day?”

“Sickened”, she answered

“I bring you today a choice”, he said, “swear your allegiance to me, as your King”

“Or…?”, she asked. Aegon smiled and looked at his brother

“I told one day you will get to ride a real dragon, if you kneel before me, I’ll marry you to him”, he said, his head pointing at Aemond. Still, Aemma didn’t respond, “kneel before your new King”, she didn’t

“No”, she said firmly. Aemond was begging her with his eyes to do it, but she wouldn’t, she made her choice

“Kneel, niece, I won’t have you harmed”, he said

“I will never bend the knee to you!”, she said rabidly, “drunken usurper!”, and then she spat on the ground right by the first step towards the Iron Throne.

“You cunt!”, he called enraged, “I will have your tongue!”, the guards were moving to grab her but Aemond stood in their way

“I’ll make her change her mind brother”, he said sharply, grabbing her tightly by the arm and taking her away

“My mother will come, and she will kill you all!”, she screamed to those looking at the scene horrified, “Rhaenyra and Daemon will burn you!”, she managed to say before Aemond dragged her away.

At the end of the day, the small council, now preceded by Aegon, sat one last time

“How are we looking?”, he asked

“I’m afraid we have some deserters”, muttered Otto, “nothing we can’t handle, most of the Lords and Ladies bend the knee, however, we cannot find Ser Harrold Westerling and Ser Erryk”, he continued, “Ser Steffon is in a cell, that leaves us with, Ser Criston and Ser Arryk, sadly the rest of the Kingsguard is with Rhaenyra, so now we have only two loyal Kingsguards”

“It would be wise to replace them”, said Alicent, “Name Ser Criston Commander”

“I agree”, muttered Aegon

“Now is a matter of time before Rhaenyra finds out”, said Otto

“You will tell that cunt that if she doesn’t bend the knee, we will burn her”, said Aegon

“Not in those words”, said Alicent

“After the coronation I will start a diplomatic mission to Dragonstone”, said Otto, “Where is Rhaenys?”

“Still locked in her rooms I gather”, said Alicent

“Will she bend the knee?” Alicent shook her head, “After tomorrow it won’t matter”

“Please, don’t make this difficult”, Aemond begged her

“Without honor we don’t have shit”, she said, “I will not bend the knee”

“I understand that, but you have to give thanks that my brother is more drunk than cruel”

“I can’t stand there while they crown him”

“You will”, he said, “please Aemma, he won’t ask you to bend the knee again, but you have to be smart”

“Alright”, she relented. And Aemond let the most trustworthy lady of his mother to enter her chambers to help her dress

She wore an intricate dress with the colors black, white and red, as a sign of protest, Aemond bit his lower lip when he saw her, but didn’t say anything.

“Let’s go”

They were all dragged to the Dragonpit, unluckily for her, Aemond won’t release her.

As soon as they entered, Aemond grabbed her hand tightly, and she found comfort and butterflies in her belly. She looked up to him, he looked terribly serious, as he led her up a made up platform they had installed, and slowly, was filling up with people, commonfolk, hurried in the Pit to watch the crowning of a usurper.

The entire act was solemn, it was perfect as it was sick, because she knew the truth. He was a false King. And yet, the people cheered for him, they celebrated and chanted his name when Criston Cole, or as she learned to call him, Crispin Coleslaw, planted the Crown of the Conqueror in his head.

But when it was in place, Aegon looked at his family, in the bottom of his chest, he wanted them to see that he had made it, that he was a King, just like he was born to be, but he didn’t find admiration, or respect

Her mother had that unsavory look on her face

Helaena looked away, disgusted

Aemond looked at him with envy, he knew his brother, it was longing what he could find in his eye.

And the only one who was looking right at him, was his niece, Aemma, and he wishes she wasn’t. Those ghostly big eyes were filled with rage

You are going to burn

He shook his head… no… he wasn’t, he was King now, who turned towards his subjects and raised the blade of the conqueror

And people cheered

They cheered chanting his name like a song of glory, one that calls banners to war but it also is sung in the heart of a Holdfast right when the battle is done and it was a victory claimed.

And he enjoyed it

He was born for this he thought

And then the floor broke

The Red Queen roared in his face

He hid behind his mother, cowering

The beast beneath the boards was hungry.

Rhaenys saw the Green family, under her, in her grasp… it was one command away from ending this… and then she saw her, Aemma. The girl reached for her, but Aemond had her tightly grasped

So she made her dragon turn around, and fly away

More notes: before this chapter I realized I had never written Aegon... ups... Anyways this is the demon love-child of the Aegon from the book, who did wanted to become King... and some sort of Joffrey from GOT? hahaha, I needed a good contender in the Greens... I needed a villain.

I really hope you understood Aemond... and his point of view and why he took that decision... he didn't plan anything... otto just told him what they wanted to do and if he could put himself behind it, and him, thinking about his family, said yes to protect them, that's all

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