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Can I request another Garrett soulmate au? This one the mate he finally finds is blind and has been since birth. When she's changed they're not sure if she will gain eyesight as Carlisle said there are some things even venom can't fix. I think it would make Garrett melt being the first thing she's seen. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Please and thank you!!

(A/N: I apologize for how long this fic took, I was having a few problems with my computer. Nonetheless, I enjoyed writing this! Garrett and his human soulmate may just be my favorite thing to write🤭. I found the dynamic between Garrett and this reader to be so refreshing to express. I added a bit of my own twist to the end with the readers abilities, so I hope you don't mind. As always, Enjoy!)

Eye of the beholder

Garrett x Blind!Fem!Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight characters, nor do I claim them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Summary: You had come to terms with the fact that you would be blind for the rest of your life, and the fact that you would never know what your lover, Garrett, looks like. But what if there was an accident, and you had to be changed? Would the venom grant you your eyesight?

‼️TW‼️: Mentions of blood, physical injuries, slight angst

Word count: 2,331

“Describe it again”, Your voice holds a pleading edge as you lay your head back on Garrett’s lap, “Please?”

“I’ve already described it two times, my love” Garrett chuckled, his thumb traced over your cheekbone. He was looking down at you, you could tell by the way his voice echoed.

You closed your eyes, snuggling further into him, “A third time couldn’t hurt.”

“ I guess not,” Garrett hummed, �� The snow, as I said is white-”

“White is the color that feels like pillow feathers right?” You inquire, rubbing your fingers together as if you could imagine the very feeling.

“Mhm-hm”, Garrett hummed in agreement, “ The snow itself is falling fast. Some of it is hitting the window beside us, while most of it is landing on the ground. The pine trees, the spiky ones, are covered in it.”

You shifted before he could continue, “ What does it make you look like, the snow? Does it make your hair a different shade? Do you get paler, if that’s even possible?”

“ I thought my appearance wasn’t important-”

“-It isn’t!” You reassure, “ I love you for who you are, obviously. I just want to know how you change with the seasons.”

“ His hair is a shade lighter. It goes from a cold tone to a warm tone, and no, it isn’t possible for him to get paler” Kate’s voice echoed from down by your feet. The Denali’s had been your makeshift family for quite a while, that’s how you had originally met Garrett. Kate had befriended you, despite the fact that you were just a human. You were a ‘fun soul’ she had insisted.

Then, after a visit from her cousin Carlisle, Garrett randomly appeared. Apparently, during Carlisle’s visit, he had come to the conclusion that you were the type of warmth Garrett needed, and he was right. The two of you clicked instantly. With Garrett, it was like you could see the world, even if you physically couldn’t. He made you feel whole, despite the rest of the world thinking you weren’t. Garrett never figured out how Carlisle guessed you would be his mate, but he’ll be forever grateful nonetheless. He had since then become happier, and healthier as the Denali’s would put it. Garrett hadn’t touched a human in the years he’s known you.

“Thank you, Kate, at least someone is helpful” You snort teasingly.

Garrett scoffs sarcastically, “ If I’m not helpful, then I guess you’ll have to find another mate who will read to you.”

“Carmen would” You huff, folding your arms stubbornly.

“Speaking of Carmen, she wants Garrett to take care of a bear problem” Kate informed, she must’ve been standing in the doorway now since you could barely hear her.

You didn’t need perfect eyesight to know that Garrett had rolled his eyes, “ and here I thought Kate had come to visit because she missed us”

Tanya had been gracious enough to let you and Garrett stay in the guest cabin, which was only a ten-minute walk from the main family house. It gave the two of you all the privacy and independence you needed but still remained close enough for the others to pop in and out.

“Will you remain here while I take care of the bear, or would you like me to take you over to chat with Kate-”

You sighed, cutting him off before he could worry anymore,“-Darling, we’ve lived in this cabin for years now, I can handle myself long enough for you to handle a pesky bear.”

“Yes, I know, and I’m not doubting you” Garret paused to cradle either side of your face, “ but leaving you in this house so far from the others just worries me. I'm sure Eleazor can handle the bear.”

You pulled Garrett’s hands from your face, “Garrett go, I will be perfectly fine while you’re gone.”

“Stubborn as ever” Garrett grumbled underneath his breath.

You snorted, “I heard that.”

“ You were meant to” Garrett replied before turning away, “I’ll only be gone a moment. Don’t venture outside the snow is getting worse-”

“-Gooooo” You groaned, tired of the princess treatment. Garrett mumbled a quick, ‘fine, fine’ under his breath before whisking away. The rush of air he left behind aided the deep breath you took. The house was now silent, and normally you hated silence. This, however, was nice. A moment of true independence is what you needed. Not that Garrett didn’t give you that, because he did, but he also smothered you sometimes. You had dealt with the challenges of being blind long before you met Garrett, and you would continue to deal with it even when he wasn’t there.

A thump near the door caught your attention. You cocked your head to the side just in time to hear it again. It was heavy and repetitive. Your palm slid flat against the living room wall as you moved closer to the door. Normally you would use your walking stick when venturing outside, but you only planned on opening the door this time, not exiting it.

“Hello?” You called out loudly, hoping that whatever animal it was would scurry away before you opened the door, but as you paused, the thump sounded once more. You opened the door slowly, cracking it just enough for you to step one foot outside. The sound was louder now as if it was right next to your head. You took your hand off the door for only a second, a second too long apparently. Before you could comprehend what was happening, your foot lost its grip on the first step and you were descending downwards. The icy steps met your back harshly, probably cracking a rib or two upon their greeting. Your head received the worst of the fall it seemed. It hit the cold step so hard that the ice turned warm, or perhaps that was just blood that you were feeling. Your heart stuttered at the pain, and Garrett had heard it. He was back by your side before the muscle inside your chest could beat again.

“ No, no, no, you were supposed to stay inside” Garrett panicked, he slipped a hand under your neck so that he could assess the damage. His undead heart would’ve dropped to his stomach if it could’ve. Sat at the bottom of your head was a gnarly gash that trickled blood onto the snow.

“Garrett-”

He put his other hand to your cheek swiftly, reminding you of his presence, “Yes, my love?”

He could see struggle decorate your features momentarily, “ I can’t move anything. Why can’t I move?”

Garrett stilled,“ Don’t worry about that. I’ll call Carlisle and he’ll fix everything-”

“-Why can’t I move?” A phantom ache spread across Garrett’s chest at the panic in your voice.

“Carlisle will explain everything, I promise” Garrett slid his hand away from your face and place it beneath your legs. Slowly, and carefully, he moved you back into the house. He placed a towel beneath your head and called Carlisle at the same time. The blonde doctor was quick to reassure Garrett that he would be there as soon as possible, and that he was. Carlisle took no more than a half hour to reach the Denali residence. Kate had been the one to greet him at the door. She explained how bad your condition had gotten, and just how much blood you had lost. Carlisle knew what he would have to do before he even entered the house, and it seemed Garrett did too.

“ Carlisle” Garrett greeted.

Carlisle nodded in return, “Hello again, Garrett. How is she?”

“ She is still awake, no need to talk about me as if I’m not” You spoke quietly, though to you it sounded loud.

“ My apologies” Carlisle chuckled, “How do you feel?”

“ I don’t feel anything, that’s the problem” You sighed.

“Alright-”

“ My sight had already been taken from me, Carlisle” Your voice didn’t quiver or hesitate, “ I can’t lose my mobility as well, please.“

Carlisle looked to Garrett before speaking again, “ What would you have me do then?”

“ Garrett knows what I want” The silence afterward was heavy. There was no need to ask if you were sure, or if you knew what it would entail. Garrett knew you were serious, but he also knew that he couldn’t be the one to do it. He had only become vegan a few years ago. The taste of human blood, especially yours would send him into a frenzy, and Garrett would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop.

“Garrett” Carlisle was asking permission, he wouldn’t just turn someone else’s mate without their consent.

Garrett nodded, “ I trust you, Carlisle.”

“ This may hurt, I’m sorry” Carlisle apologized before leaning in. You didn’t feel the bite, but you sure felt the venom. It was as if your blood had turned to glass within your veins and then shattered into a million different pieces. Each and every one of those pieces then drove themselves deeper and deeper into the very mapping of your body. Garrett gripped your hand tightly as your back bent off the couch. He watched the muscles in your body tense and tears leak from your eyes.

Garrett looked to Carlisle solemnly, “Will she be able to see?”

“I’m not sure,” Carlisle answered honestly, “ There are some things that not even venom can fix. Truth be told, I have no way of telling if the transformation will work.”

“ It will, I told her it will” Garrett mumbled.

Carlisle’s lips pursed, “You know it isn’t up to us.”

It took a full day for the venom to work its way through your body. Garrett sat by your side the whole time. Kate and Tanya stayed for the first few hours, but once the sisters realized that the transformation would work, they left. Everyone knew Garrett would want a moment alone with you when you awoke.

When you finally did wake up, you didn’t bother to open your eyes. You had gotten so used to using your other senses that you were overwhelmed with how sharp they were. Every noise outside, from the birds chirping to the crunch of a hiker's boot that was acres away reverberated clearly throughout your ear. The fabrics of the couch beneath you felt like individual threads rather than twine that had been sewn together. Eventually, when you did open your eyes, a familiar stranger was there to greet you. You had never seen this man in your life, but you knew who he was. It didn’t take the auburn hair or golden eyes to know that he was Garrett, your Garrett. You reached out, a bit shakily, to touch his face. He was real, very real. You watched your hands meet the porcelain of his cheek. His skin crinkled under your palm as he smiled widely.

“Kate wasn’t kidding when she said you couldn’t get any paler, huh?” Your voice was even different, more melodious.

Garrett wanted to laugh, “ You’ve finally seen my face for the first time and that’s what you choose to say?”

“Would you rather I list every physical feature of yours that I find intriguing?” You jest, “because I could’ve sworn you insisted that your appearance wasn’t important.”

“It’s a relief to see that immortality didn’t take away her sass. I’m not sure we would’ve survived without it” Your eyes flickered to where Carmen’s voice sounded from. The brunette stood in the doorway with a smile just as warm as her voice.

Your eyes lit up with joy, “Carmen, it’s wonderful to finally see you.”

“ Oh come on, why does Carmen get a warm sentiment? I was the first person you saw-”

You shot Garrett a look over your shoulder, “Hush up, you child.”

It took not even a second to realize that Garrett had actually gone quiet. Both you and Carmen shot him puzzled looks. To which you received the same. Garrett's eyes were wide with confusion and his jaw was clenched tightly. He had indeed gone quiet, just as you told him.

“ I think we’ve figured out your gift already” Carmen chuckled, “ You’ll have to tell him to speak again.”

You let out a sarcastic snort, “And how would I do that?”

Carmen moved to stand at your side. Her hands positioned your head to look at Garrett once more, “ Look in his eyes and tell him to speak.”

You roll your eyes in disbelief before clearing your throat, “Alright, um..you may speak now.”

“ How did you do that?” Garrett sputters the second his mouth opens, “Nevermind, I know how, but wow that’s….that’s kind of hot actually.”

A laugh tumbles from your lips, “Only you would think that’s hot.”

“Not only is it hot, but it’s brilliant. Do you realize how much power your eyes now hold? I mean you made me do something with the slightest of eye contact” Garrett had moved to hold your face in his hands, his lips pressing gently beside each eye.

“Not sure it’s something to brag about-”

Garrett scoffs, “ Oh please, if you won’t brag about it, then I will. I want everyone to know just how brilliant my woman is.”

“Oh, your woman?” You gape in mock offense. Garrett hangs his head with a deep chuckle before attempting to correct himself. Carmen watches from the side with a smile on her face. Eyesight or not, you were still the same person, but the way your eyes refused to leave Garrett truly warmed her heart. The two of you continued to bicker as she backed away, leaving the two of you to explore your newfound gifts. Which you indeed did. The two of you used your newly bestowed abilities to travel the world. You were able to see so many things for the first time, and with Garrett by your side for all of it. Just like he would be for the rest of your eternal lives.

#garrett x reader #garrett twilight #twilight x reader #twilight

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Hello! I'd love to see Garrett from Twilight with a soulmate au! I'd love to see him with a human mate, he'd be such a smitten kitten for her for sure! I'm open to the clock running down and them meeting or the red string and finding each other, or other ideas if you have one in mind.

Please and thank you!!

(A/N: I had such a fun time writing this piece! Soulmate Au's are truly one of my favorites. Thank you for such a lovely request, I hope you enjoy the fic💕)

Forever? Forever.

Pairing: Garrett x Human! Reader

Soulmate! Au (red string)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight characters, nor do I claim them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Summary: You had always been told your soulmate was dead. That your string was never fully red because they were no longer here. Imagine your surprise when your soulmate does exist..just as a vampire. A vampire that absolutely adores you at that.

‼️TW‼️: mentions of death, mentions of eating a bunny (should that be a warning, idk??)

Word Count: 2,034 (I got a bit carried away)

Everyone was born with a red string, one that connected you to your soulmate. Most people had it wrapped around their finger or their wrist, but not you. Your string sprouted from your wrist as if it grew within your very veins. Not only that, but the further the string got from you, the paler it got, almost as if it was losing color. Everyone had told you that it meant your soulmate was dead, or dying, but something told you otherwise.

Unlike everyone else, your string came with sensations. Not anything weird, just feelings. Feelings of warmth whenever your hands would shake, or a sudden chill whenever you had a fever, almost as if your soulmate was comforting you. Oddly enough these occurrences never bothered you, in fact, they made you feel less alone.

You weren’t always alone. You had a family, friends, and past lovers, but it was never enough. Despite how great they were, they made you feel suffocated. You wanted more, so you got more. Within a night you had packed a suitcase and moved to Forks, Washington where you worked early shifts at the local diner, and took night classes at the local college. It was nothing fancy, but it made you feel alive. The rush of moving somewhere new, where no one knew your name or your face felt like a breath of fresh air. The feeling of running on a few hours of sleep so that you could fit work, class, and exploration into your day was euphoric…until it wasn’t.

After a year you had grown bored of the quaint town. Its same blue hue became dull and the rush soon became tiring. The only thing you had left was the woods. Now, as ominous as it sounds, the woods in Forks seemed guarded. Somewhere you constantly felt watched but not in a horrifying, murderous way. The forests become your safe haven for early-morning readings and late-night strolls.

..and also the place where you first met him.

It had been stormy that morning. The power at the diner had been knocked out and with no backup generator, they let the staff go home. You decided to take a cut through the forest instead of hailing a cab. Was it the best decision? Absolutely not, but you weren’t the only one who had made it. Halfway down your path, you stumbled upon a fellow holding a rabbit. His eyes found you before you found him. His eyes followed your red string back to his own. He was mated to a human, how fascinating.

His thoughts seem to escape him for a moment as he murmured, “A human.”

“ An odd man” You shot back quickly. His mouth stretches into a grin at your wit. You clearly had some spunk to you, and he liked spunk.

“This odd man does have a name. I’m Garrett, and you?” Garrett noticed that you had yet to take notice of the tautness of your string, of the connection it bore to him. Little did he know that you had given up on finding your soulmate after years of being told that they were dead.

Ignoring his question, your eyes flickered down to the rabbit still in his hands, “ Why are you holding a rabbit?”

“ I’m sheltering it from the rain” That was a lie. Garrett had intended to feed off of the bunny, as he hadn’t had a feeding since he arrived to help the Cullens. However, upon your scrutinizing gaze, he deemed it best to release the poor thing. It’s not as if the small creature would fulfill his diet anyway.

“Right. Nice meeting you then, Garrett” The name tag on your uniform seemed to gleam at him through the rain as you began to walk away.

“ I take it everything in town is closed down then?” Your eyes shot to Garrett’s in confusion while he continued, “Unless you normally parade through the forest in waitress attire.”

“ A few places remain open, such as the hospital. Which is where I’ll end up if I don’t get out of this rain.” Despite the intrigue nagging at the back of your mind, you turned away from Garrett and continued on your way. Missing the way he grinned at your remark.

“ It was nice meeting you as well!” Garrett called after you before murmuring to himself, “Let’s hope our paths cross again soon.”

And soon it was. The second time you met Garrett he was sat on the floor of the town’s library. The floor of the romance section to be exact. His hair was dry this time, allowing you to see its naturally curly state. The only odd thing being the clothes he wore. They were the exact same pair you had seen him in days ago, and truthfully they looked like they were from another time.

“Are you going to stare at me all day or actually speak to me?” Garrett turned his head to look at you. His eyes swept over your comfy attire with a small smile. You looked much more relaxed in your casual clothing than in a wet work uniform.

“I wasn’t staring” You grumbled, “ I was just surprised to see you in the romance section is all.”

Garrett stood and dusted himself off, “ Meeting me in the forest one time is enough to tell you about my reading preferences? Besides, I wanted to see what keeps the romantics entertained these days”

“Fair enough” You shrug. Your eyes scan the shelves for a moment before settling on the top row. You reach up for the book you wanted, but it remained just out of your reach. A warmth, like the one you often felt through your string, surrounded you from behind. Turning your head you saw Garrett reaching past you to grab the book with ease.

He hands it down to you with a smirk, “ I believe this what you wanted, my lady”

“Thank you” Your voice was quiet as it caught in the back of your throat. You weren’t meek by any means but his eyes had taken you off guard. They were red, not like the auburn shade his hair was, but a blood red. You pulled your eyes from his, trailing them over his pale skin until you reached his hands. A silent gasp left your lips as you noticed that Garret’s thread also sprouted from his wrist and that it was pale blue. You shifted your wrist in curiosity, waiting to see if Garrett’s thread would move. When it did your eyes snapped back up to his. Garrett was looking at you softly, yet intently.

“Are you..” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say it.

“-Dead?” Garrett finished. You nodded silently, awaiting an answer. Garrett simply looked down at the novel in your hands. Once you followed his gaze it all clicked. Empire of the Vampire.

“Oh..you’re-..you” None of your words felt right. Were you terrified, or curious? Excited perhaps?

Garrett hooked a finger beneath your chin, guiding you to look up at him again, “ Does it bother you?”

The waiting expression in his eyes almost seemed sad, “ No, should it?”

“ No. Just because I’m a monstrous thing does not mean I would harm you” Garrett reassured, “ I’ve grown far too attached to you to hurt you, my dear human.”

Heat blossomed within your chest alongside confusion. The challenging look in your eye that Garrett had come to cherish returned quickly, “ You’ve only just met me.”

“ I’ve known about you for ages. Your heartbeat thrummed through my thread and your feelings flooded my head” As if on cue, the warmth you’ve felt all your life thrummed through the thread and into your veins. It all made sense now. All these years Garrett had been your source of comfort while you had been his taste of humanity.

You exhaled softly, “Where do we go from here?”

“Wherever you want. You could forget this ever happened and continue your life as is-” The thought of continuing your boring day-to-day with the knowledge of Garrett in the back of your mind felt criminal.

You were quick to interrupt, “-I don’t want to forget you. I want us to figure this out together.”

“ Then, by all means, tell me where to start and I’ll follow”, Garrett spoke. He was closer this time, so close that the tip of his nose almost touched yours.

You took a deep breath, “Start by telling me everything.”

And so he did. The two of you sat on the floor of the romance section without a care for time. You leaned against the bookshelf as Garrett told you stories of his life and transformation, only pausing when other people passed by. Eventually, he told you about his thread. How it had started around his wrist but then sunk into the skin when he turned into a vampire. After what seemed like hours, Garrett offered to walk you home, in exchange for stories about your own life. Right before the two of you reached your home, Garrett explained the situation with the Cullens. He didn’t want to potentially die in a vampire battle and leave you completely in the dark. Surprisingly, you took it better than he imagined, though he could still feel your worry through the thread.

“Don’t worry about me, dear human. I have been in many wars” His hands cradled the sides of your face as he looked down at you, “Now inside you go. It is nearly sunrise and you have yet to sleep.”

“Where will you be tomorrow?” You inquire with longing brewing in your eyes. Part of you felt like he would vanish with the wind.

Garrett chuckles softly, “I have to check in with Carlisle, but don’t fret, I shall be here when you wake in the morning”

“I could come with you-”

Garrett shakes his head firmly, “ No, some of the others don’t have control of their bloodlust and I would rather keep you alive and safe.”

“Alright, I suppose I’ll see you in the morning then” You detach yourself from his presence and turn to head inside. Once you reach the door, you turn to wave at him once more. He uncrosses his arms for a brief moment to wave back. You dream of him that night, of what your life could’ve been had you been born in his era. Garrett perched himself on a tree as you slept. Staying close enough to keep track of your heartbeat, but not so close that you felt overwhelmed.

By the time you woke, Garrett had run to Carlisle’s and back already. The run down for the day didn’t take nearly as much time as he thought. He was back in the tree by the time you left the house for the day.

“No work uniform today either?” He observed.

“Nope, I have today off” You informed him,” Figured I would visit somewhere for lunch, care to join me?”

Garrett jumped down from the tree, landing skillfully behind you as you began walking, “ I would never say no to time with you, dear human.”

“You’re cheesy” You fought back the blush that coated your cheeks.

“I prefer to call myself a hopeless romantic, thank you very much” Garrett snarked, “Speaking of romantics, how about I carry you? We would arrive much faster.”

You snorted out a laugh, “ No thank you. Not every woman is comfortable being picked up off her feet, Garrett”

“Your independence is going to be the death of my romanticism, just as the British were to peace” He mumbled.

You stopped walking to face him, “ Did you just compare me to the British invasion?”

“ Is this the part where I lie or say sorry?” Garrett teased, walking to you with his hands behind his back.

You shook your head with a chuckle, “ The universe expects me to spend forever with you and yet you’ve already insulted me before our first date. Perhaps it should reconsider.”

“ Perhaps it shouldn’t” Garrett hummed, “Not as if it has any say in the matter anymore. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Your eyes twinkled at the thought, “ Forever?”

Garrett leaned down until his nose touched yours again, “ Forever.”

#twilight #twilight x reader #Garrett x reader #garrett twilight #soulmate au

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multi-fandom-simp · 9 months

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I'm so glad you write for male/gn readers, I've been struggling to find ones that write for them, especially for lotr

Also I love your writing🙏

I actually have a gender neutral lotr piece coming up soon! Well, it's more of the hobbit since it is Thranduil based, but I want to write for the other characters as well! I would be more than happy to write any male/gn reader requests that anyone has.

Also, thank you anon🥺💕 I'm glad you enjoy my works

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I might've of overlooked it but I was wondering if you write for male and/or gender neutral readers?

I knew I forgot to write something down! You didn't overlook anything anon, I forgot to put the specification. I will write for male and/or gender neutral readers! I've written personally for both before, except in the mature sense, but I'm willing to try anything!

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Request Masterlist

Hello! I would love to start accepting requests to get my creativity rolling again. Below will be list of characters that I am willing to write for and how you may submit a request. Also, if you are looking for a certain character that isn't on my list, then feel free to ask if I would write for them. I ask that you be patient with me as well as I am one person who is currently in college. I will do my best to get the requests out in a timely manner! Below are my personal pros and cons:

Pros(What I will write):

-Angst and fluff

-Some mature content ( with mature content please ask if I would be comfortable with writing it before assuming I'd write it.)

-Alternate Realities of canon universes

-character deaths

Cons(What I will NOT write)

-Non-con elements(Such as R*pe, Necrophilia, etc.)

-Incest(There will be an exception for House of The Dragon and Game of Thrones and that is it.)

-Pedophilia

How to Request:

-Submit a message through an ask or through my inbox, whichever you are comfortable with.

-Include what character you would like it to be for, and a brief description of the fic. I will do my best to write exactly what you're asking for, but please remember not everyone has the exact same brain waves.

-Also include if you would like it to include angst, fluff, mature, etc.

-If you would like the reader to be from a specific family or house, please include that.

Characters I will write for

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

- Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Daemon Targaryen

- Aemond Targaryen

- Helaena Targaryen

- Rhaenys II Targaryen

- Jacaerys Velaryon

- Laenor Velaryon (x Male!Reader)

- Laena Velaryon

GAME OF THRONES:

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Robb Stark

- Sansa Stark

- Bran Stark

- Jojeen Reed

- Theon Greyjoy

- Yara Greyjoy

- Oberyn Martell

The Sandman:

- Morpheus

- Desire

- Death

- The Corinthian

- Calliope

Marauders:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene Mckinnon

- Regulus Black

Harry Potter:

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Bill Weasley

- Cedric Diggory

- Draco Malfoy

- Adrian Pucey

-Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

The Hobbit/The Lord Of The Rings:

- Legolas

- Aragorn

- Thranduil

- Kili

- Fili

- Tauriel

ACOTAR:

- Azriel

- Cassian

- Rhysand

- Nesta

- Lucien

- Amren

Spider-man:

- Andrew Garfield's Spider-man

- Tobey Maguire's Spider-man

- Tom Holland's Spider-man

- Tasm! Gwen Stacy

- Harry Osborne

- Cindy Moon

MARVEL:

- Loki Laufeyson

- Bucky Barnes

- Sam Wilson

- Yelena

- Shuri

- Doctor Strange

-Druig

-Makkari

- ( quite a few more, feel free to ask)

Twilight

-Carlisle Cullen

-Jasper Hale

-Rosalie Hale

-Alice Cullen

-Paul Lahote

-Jared Cameron

-Garrett(Lee Pace)

Teen Wolf:

-Isaac Lahey

-Derek Hale

-Young Peter Hale

-Stiles Stilinski

The Last Kingdom:

-Sihtric

-Finan

-Osferth

DCU:

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

-Damian Wayne( Platonic only)

-Smallville! Clark Kent

-Smallville! Lex Luthor

Stranger Things:

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

- I would be willing to write platonic/found family fics including the gang, such as Max, Lucas, etc. Nothing other than that as they are children.

Bill Skarsgård Characters:

-Roman Godfrey(Hemlock Grove)

- Marquis Vincent de Gramont(John Wick)

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My soul, my heart, my fault

Part 1/3

Jacearys Velaryon x Velaryon!Reader (platonic, sisterly), Lucerys Velaryon x Velaryon!Reader(Platonic, sisterly), Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader(mentioned throughout)

-Reader is Laenor's legitimate child in both past and present parts of this fic.-

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim any of them as my own. This work is purely fictional.

Summary: What's dead, is supposed to stay dead. However, the fates decide to make an exception in the case of your younger sibling's unjust deaths. You, who lived through the dance of the dragons, are brought back for the soul purpose of watching them grow again...or perhaps it was die again, you couldn't quite remember. (This will be a three part series)

Side Note: The areas in italics are memories, or moments of the past.

❗TW❗: Mentions of character death and actual character death, murder, angst, blood, incest?(I mean reader was Aemond's niece in past mentions), angst

(A/N: Hello! This is the first HOTD fic I've posted where the reader has a set house and set parent, but nonetheless I am not forcing you to imagine those specifics as their appearance. The reader's legitimate father in this story is Laenor. Simply because I feel like I don't see enough stories/fics with a true Velaryon reader. That being said, if you have any other fic Recs or even requests that involve a Velaryon reader, please send them my way👀. I've also thought about making a series involving a pair of Velaryon twins, so I'd love to know if anyone would be interested in that. Aside from my rambles, I tagged this as both Velaryon reader and just reader so that people may read it if they please. As always, I love to hear your thoughts and see your reactions, enjoy!)

Word Count: 3,924

“Kepus” Your small voice echoed overtop the waves that surrounded your father.

Laenor, who had been previously focused on the sea turned at your call,“ Yes, Tala”

You stumbled through the water until you were able to cling to his side,“ Why do they whisper about Jace and Luke?”

“ Because your brothers are different” Your father explained softly. His hand swept lovingly over the back of your head as you gazed up at him.

“ How so?”

His hands came down to cradle your face,“ It matters not. What matters, is that they are still your brothers. You must not let the whispers get between you and them.”

“ Nothing could ever take me from them, Kepa, I promise” Your tone was fierce, just like the blood that ran through your veins. Laenor smiled and squatted to your level, paying no mind to the water that soaked his clothes. He seemed to study you for a second as if he was committing the moment to memory.

Finally, he took a breath to speak,“ That’s good because you must protect them, Tala. You are their big sister, their fate rests with you.”

“ I can no-” Your father was quick to spot your hesitancy. The hands that once held your face now held your hands. While his features remained soft, fear was evident in his eyes.

“ -You must have no doubts. Doubts lead to death, and fate is already not on your side. Heed my words, Tala, history will repeat itself,” Whether or not he was referring to him and Laena or you and the boys, you’ll never know. What you did know was that history indeed would repeat itself.

In 129 AC, you watched your brother Lucerys Velaryon die, and in 2006 you welcomed him as he was born again as your cousin. Three-year-old you was immensely confused on why these people kept referring to him as your cousin, but as you got older you came to the realization that no one else remembered who they were and that things were different. Whilst Laenor Velayron remained your father, Rhaenyra Targaryen was not your mother. In all honesty, you were not sure who your mother was. One thing was for certain though, your brothers had been taken from you. They now grew up in a different house with no memories of all you did for them eons ago. It was as if fate itself had placed a curse on you. Still, you weren’t one to let the gods dictate your life. Once your eleventh birthday came around, you begged Nyra to let you babysit the two youngest boys. She agreed without hesitation and suddenly you were back to seeing the boys almost every other day rather than in the summers. You thought you had outsmarted time and fate themselves. Six years went by and you had managed to watch the boys grow without problems. Well aside from the fact that your father and Viserys had agreed that you and Aemond would be together for the sake of both the Velaryon and Targaryen dynasties. That was six months ago, and everything had started to decline since then. Your father had mysteriously vanished, Rhaenyra’s husband Harwin had died, and tensions between the families were at an all-time high. It wasn’t Aemond’s fault per se, he was a great partner, but you knew how this went. In the end, you would be torn between his family and your own. More specifically between your brothers and him. The mere thought of it all happening again sent your stomach into knots. If only there were a way to prevent everything, prevent time from repeating itself. Maybe then you could save your brother-

" Hellooo, are you there? Hey-" Your thoughts vanished as Jace came into view. Were you having a nightmare again? No, surely not in the middle of the day, not while the boys were here.

The realization of your whereabouts sat you upright, forcing your eyes to the couch where you had last left the youngest boys, who still sat there much to your relief,"-Shit, sorry! Did I space off again?"

"You looked like you were asleep with your eyes open, to be honest," Jace snorted, his hair was wet and a gym bag hung from his shoulder, " Rough night?"

His question was answered with a groan as you laid your cheek against the cool countertop, "I’ll take that as a yes?"

"Every night is a rough night when you have nightmares like mine" You mumble between the space in your arms, “Do you ever have weird dreams, Jace?”

Jace sat beside you, mirroring the position you had slumped into. You turned your face towards him as he spoke, "I had a dream once where I was in archery club...but I was naked, like bare as can be-"

"-You can not be serious"

"Oh but I am, and my grandfather's creepy friend Otto was the teacher. It was definitely weird, but I didn't lose sleep over it" Jace shrugged.

" Why are you guys talking like that?" Both you and Jace lift your heads to face Luke. The curly-haired boy stood on the other side of the kitchen island with his eyebrows raised.

You shrugged, “Why are you not talking like this?”

“ Because I’m a normal human being?” He questioned sarcastically, “ anyways, while I have the attention-”

“You always have the attention” Jace scoffs.

You nod in agreement,“ Mhm, it’s because he’s the favorite.”

“ Can I talk or..” Luke stands there staring at the two of you patiently, much like his mother would. Actually, it reminds you of the first time Nyra caught you sneaking the boys into the kitchens during the hour of the owl.

“You must be very quiet. Some say the kitchen maids have special abilities that let them know food has been stolen” You whisper to the boys with a suppressed grin. Each of them held lemon tarts as you securely closed the door.

Luke’s doe eyes widen with fear, “Do you think they’re witches? Will they curse us?”

“ The kitchen maids are not the ones you should be worried about” The three of you whipped around at the sound of your mother’s voice. She stood tall in the firelight, a red robe covering her as she stared down expectantly.

A nervous grin stretched across your features, “ Muna! We were just collecting lemon tarts to bring to you!”

“ You know, your father has this knack for flattering me when he’s trying to cover a lie. It would be a shame for my daughter to try and do the same” She hummed suspiciously.

“ I would never!” You cringed as you realized how identical you sounded to your kepa, “Alright, we were trying to sneak lemon tarts for ourselves, but it won’t happen again! ”

“ If you were still hungry, you should have told me so. Now, Jace, Luke, take the tarts to your chambers and go to bed please.” The boys bid Rhaenyra a good night and took off down the hall swiftly.

Your fingers fiddled with your nightdress nervously, “ I’m sorry, I did not mean to cause trouble.”

“ Oh my heart, you did not cause trouble. It is natural to sneak out at a young age, but you need to be careful here. There are people in this world who seek to hurt your brothers, and you must be their protector.” She cooed, her thumb stroking your cheek.

The fire in your eye returned once more, “ No one will hurt them. Not while I’m by their side.”

“-I’m starting to think she had a medical condition at this point” It was Jace once again who pulled you from the past, but with Luke beside him this time. The two of them both stared at you with confusion. The dry itch in your eyes became apparent as you came back into focus.

“ Maybe she’s just tired from dealing with Aemond all the time-”

You cut off Luke’s jest with a groan, “ Okay, can we not start up the hate train for my boyfriend today? I was just daydreaming, good gods.”

“ No need to start the train up when it was never off in the first place” Jace spoke teasingly. Any rebuttals that were set to come from your mouth were ceased by the constant buzzing from your phone, which laid on the counter for everyone to see.

Luke’s eyes bugged at the sight of Aemond’s contact,“ ñuha zaldrīzes?! You call him your drag-”

“Shut up!” You reached over to slap a hand over his mouth as you answered the phone, “ Aem, hey, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Have you looked at the time recently?” looking over to the clock, your face fell. It was twenty past seven, which meant you were twenty minutes late to your dinner with Aemond.

“I thought you would be here as soon as Jace got home, has he not arrived yet?” From beside you, Jace held a thumbs up, as if he was allowing you to use him as an excuse.

“He was a little late getting home and then we got to talking and I just-”

Aemond’s sigh drowned out your words, “-Lost track of time, yeah. It seems like that happens a lot when you’re with them.”

The boy’s watched as you visibly deflated, “Aemond, that’s not fair.”

“ Not fair? You constantly put me second to them. I am- your husband and lover. Sooner or later you will have to choose, either me or them, and I will not tolerate a bastard being put before me. Not in this lifetime or the next.”

“You are being unreasonable, Aemond!”

“ The unreasonable one is you! There is a war afoot and you insist on playing both sides. If you think this will end in a happy ever after..then you’re- mistaken. Are you even listening? Hello?” Time was running out and you could feel it. The last time Aemond had spoken those words, Luke had ended up dead hours later. With fear clouding your judgment you hung up without another word. Which probably didn’t help the situation, but what else could you do? Tell Luke what you thought would happen? No, he was only fifteen, he would be terrified. You couldn’t tell Jace, because as close as the two of you were he would still think you’re crazy. And Aemond, he was absolutely out of the question. Accusing him of something like that would drive the wedge further between the two of you.

“ You must protect them, Tala. You are their big sister, their fate rests with you.” What if I don’t know how?

“There are people in this world who seek to hurt your brothers, and you must be their protector” How can I be their protector when I brought the danger to them? Is it me? Am I the variable that needs to be changed? What if I take Luke’s place?

“ Luke-” Your throat tightened as you looked forward. The spot Luke previously stood in was empty, as was Jace’s spot beside you, “ Luke?!”

Jace reappeared from behind you,“ He went out to ride his bike.”

Confusion and worry clouded your eyes,“ It’s raining, he can’t possibly ride in this weather?!”

Jace shrugged, “I suppose the rain didn’t matter after he heard your conversation with Aemond.”

“Wha-” Fear suffocated your heart like a python. He wouldn’t confront Aemond over a silly argument, would he?

“ Before you ask, no I did not just let him walk out the door to go confront our sociopathic uncle. He isn’t that fast of a peddler, so I’ll just catch up to him in the car” You snatched the keys from Jace’s hand before he could even finish his next thought.

“ Hey-”

“- This is my fault, I’ll fix it” You spoke while making a beeline for the front door, “ I promise I’ll bring the car back in one piece, and Luke too!” You didn’t wait for Jace to reply, there was no need. Nothing he could say would change your mind.

The rain barely touched you, that’s how fast you had made it to the car. You used one hand to whip out onto the street as your other hand pulled up Aemond’s contact. It rang four, five times before going to voicemail. You tried again and again to no avail before it finally went through.

“ Hello? Aemond?” Your voice was as shaky as the car on the slick roads.

“ Are you going to hang up on me again?” His tone was short, meaning he was upset.

“ No, I was just overwhelmed-” The familiar click of a turning signal sounded throughout the car, but you weren’t turning, “ Aemond, please tell me you’re at home.”

“ I’m not. I’m on my way to pick you up” Oh gods. You couldn’t do this, not now. Why was it all happening so fast?

“ I’m not there. I went out to look for Luke. Just go back home and I will meet you there” You pleaded, which was entirely out of character for you.

“I’m not far-”

“-Aemond, please! Just this once, listen to me” You hoped the urgency in your voice would persuade him to listen. Alas, it did not, and part of you knew it wouldn’t.

“The rain is too thick to turn back now. I can barely see anything as it is” Aemond argued, “ I’ll wait at the boy’s house until you get back. I promise I won’t do anything, I won’t even get out of the car.”

Your fear regressed a little. If Aemond was out of the way, then nothing could possibly happen. This could work, or so you thought. Straight ahead, racing through the storm was Lucerys. He was completely drenched from what you could tell and barely pedaling straight. You hit the brakes and jumped out of the car.

“ Luke, get in the car!” The storm roared loudly over your voice, but he still managed to hear you.

Luke shook his head, “ I won’t let him treat you like that, not again.”

“What do you mean not again?” That’s when you noticed, Luke’s eyes were different, older, “You remember, don’t you?”

He nodded slowly, unsurely, “ When Aegon hit my head against the table at dinner last week it all came flooding back. I thought they were dreams at first, but then I noticed how different you acted. How you had changed then to now.”

“ You never said anything”

“I didn’t know that you remembered, I’m sorry” He apologized through chattering teeth.

You smiled softly, “ It doesn’t matter anymore, just come with me. Let me take you back home.”

That’s when Luke’s own smile fell, “ I can’t. I ran away from him the first time, but not this time.”

“ That wasn’t your fault, Luke. I was the one who told you to run, so please, just- take my hand!"

"I won't leave Arrax!" Luke screamed from below you, ignoring the hand that you held down towards him.

"Vhagar is set to kill Arrax. You must take my hand Lucerys, please!" Eyes as green as sea moss flashed through the heavy downpour like lightning. Eyes that held fear that chilled your bones more than the freezing rain. Next came the hand, the hand that held scars from dragon riding yet looked as soft as a handful of clouds. You reached for it amidst the haze, only it never seemed to get any closer.

“Reach further-” and that’s when you saw it, rather than when you saw him. It was Aemond atop Vhagar who appeared in what seemed like a split second. Your heartbeat quickened and you reached for Lucerys once more, except something was blinding you this time- headlights, that’s what was in your way. The beams of light raced down the street with no intention of slowing down. You would be worried about them hitting you if Luke wasn’t in between their path and you. Like before, you weren’t fast enough. Every step you took towards your brother seemed to push him father away.

“Lucerys, Move!” Your screams mingled with his as he turned too late. In what seemed like slow motion you watched as Luke rolled atop the car as it completely mangled his bike. Much to your horror, the driver slammed on their brakes, propelling Luke forward.

“No!” Your feet were moving before your brain could even process what happened, “ No, no, no, please no.”

The pavement cut into your knees as you knelt beside Luke. You pulled his head to rest on your knees, paying no mind to the blood that soaked through your pants. His eyes were open, yet lifeless. The vibrant green that they held before now shone as a dull gray. You leaned down to place your ear on his chest. Nothing. Not a single sound.

“ Lucerys please, you can’t leave me again, “ Your tears mixed with the rain, “ Come back to me, Ñuha prūmia”

“ You did well, Ñuha prūmia. Do not fret” Your sincere words traveled in one ear and out the other for Lucerys. Jace had beaten him at dueling practice yet again.

He scrunched his nose as your endearment, “ Must you call me that? It sounds girly.”

“It is a simple endearment, I mean no harm to your pride. I refer to you as my heart in the same manner that I call Jacaerys my soul” You explain softly, reaching over to ruffle his curls.

“What is Joffrey then?”

“I’m not sure,” You hum in thought, “ Perhaps he is my mind.”

He peers up at you in curiosity, “Which of the three would you say that you can not live without?”

“Mhm, my heart would be the answer. I fear I’d go mad if I ever lost you.” His cherubic smile faded to a bloody gasp. The sight alone smothered out the fire in your heart and set off a drum in your skull.

“ Is he alright? I couldn’t see him through the rain. I swear- oh gods…” Whilst still regaining focus where you sat on Storms End Avenue, you looked up to see none other than Aemond Targaryen speaking to you through the rain. His hair lay limp against his face, almost covering the grim expression he held, which seemed to darken as you came into view. You gently laid Lucerys’s head on the road below before standing on shaky legs.

“ Don’t. Don’t you dare tell me it was an accident, not again” You advanced toward Aemond until the tip of your finger dug into his chest. The patience you once had now worn thin and making way for eons of repressed anger and guilt.

Confusion danced across Aemond’s face, “ Again? What are you talking about-”

“Stop acting like you do not know!” You screamed, shoving him backward, “ I am tired of everyone acting like they know nothing when everything else is happening according to the past!”

“We can talk this out, just calm down” Aemond almost sounded like he was pleading as he reached out for you, but in truth, Aemond never pleaded to anyone. Not even the woman he claimed to love.

"Calm down?! I am to watch my brothers be murdered AGAIN and you want me to CALM DOWN?! You are wrong if you think I will sit by an.. and.. a-", the longer you stood, the worse your vision got. At this point, the pounding in your head had gotten so loud that your vision swayed. Through the dark spots blotting your eyes, you could see silhouettes of dragons dancing in the clouds and the water surrounding you turning red. Everything began to feel weightless, except your head of course.

“ Woah, hey” Aemond was there to catch you as you crumbled, “ Keep your eyes open for me, okay? I’m going to call for help, but I need you to stay awake.”

You tried to stay awake, you really did, but it was all too much. The weight of it all dragged you into the darkness without a fight. It was hours before you awoke, and when you did it was in a hospital bed. A warm weight against your leg is the first thing your brain registers. Well, that and the blinding white hue of the hospital walls.

"Luke.." your throat was dry and scratchy, almost as if you had been screaming for days. Your eyes surveyed the room wearily until they landed on Jace. He must have been the warmth you were feeling. His arms lay atop the bed next to you, crossed snuggly beneath his head. You could tell the skin around his eyes was puffy and red despite them being closed. He had been crying, but over what? Was it Luke? Had last night not been just another nightmare of the past? You reached out, brushing against Jacaerys arm lightly, but still firm enough to rouse him from his sleep.

His eyes fluttered for a moment before fully snapping open, "You're awake!"

" I don't remember falling asleep.." you spoke in true confusion.

Jace's eyes seemed to soften, whether or not it was in pity or sadness you did not know," You didn't fall asleep, you collapsed. Aemond brought you in-"

" and Luke? " A part of you couldn't help but be hopeful. If you couldn't remember passing out, then perhaps Luke's death was a hallucination of your foggy memory as well. Even if the look in Jace's eyes already told you differently.

" They said he was dead upon impact. Aemond killed him." your heartbeat picked up on the monitor as Jace spoke, "I know it's not what you want you to hear, and that you love Aemond, but it's true."

"Aemond claims that he didn't see him in time. That the rain made the roads too slick and that he lost control of the car, but he’s lying" Jace seethed, paying no mind to your reaction.

"Jace-"

His eyes held fire and the smallest hint of disbelief as they flickered back to you, "Please don't defend him. Whatever you're going to say, just don't. My mother has already retaliated and I've opened a lawsuit against Aemond. There's nothing else you can say."

" You don't know that unless you let me speak" You waited for a beat of silence before continuing, "I was not going to defend Aemond. On the contrary, I was going to tell you that it wasn't an accident. It's just like before."

Jace s eyes widened, " Like before? Has Aemond killed someone else?"

You shake your head quickly, "No, not this lifetime. You misunderstand, I'm talking about when he killed Lucerys the first time."

" I'm not sure what you're talking about. None of this has ever happened before-"

The patience you once had before Lucerys's death is now long gone, "-Yes it has! You just have to remember, like Luke did. I need you to remember Jace, please, before the same happens to you."

Jace leans forward to encase both of your shaking hands," If it's the lawsuit that troubles you, then you need not worry. Nothing is going to happen to me. I've taken many precautions. Otto Hightower has agreed to meet us halfway to our beach house in Dragonstone to receive the papers. He's bringing Criston Cole as a witness and I'm bringing Corlys. Everything will run smoothly."

Halfway to Dragonstone, the gullet. You sucked in a trembling breath as images of Jacaerys' arrow-riddled body flashed before your eyes. He was close to his death and yet he didn't remember, not like Lucerys did. You were the only one left with the knowledge of what was to come… Or So you thought.

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I'm such a $lut for sugar daddy/sugar baby fics�� This was perfect🤌

Me when Aemond doesn't want a kiss:

Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter One

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female character (third person) Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Word count: ~2.5k Series masterlist

Chapter summary: Desperate to pay off her student loans, she downloads a dating app with a twist, and makes an interesting match.

She sighs, her eyes scanning over the PDF of her payslip for the month, before locking her phone and letting it drop heavily onto the kitchen counter.

“Bad news?” Mysaria quirks an eyebrow, sliding a glass of wine across to her.

“These student loan repayments are fucking killing me. I’ve basically worked an entire week for free this month.” She complains, taking a huge swig from her glass.

“Bummer.” Her flatmate says. “Any way I can help?”

“Unless your mattress is secretly stuffed full of cash, no. Super Noodles for me for the rest of the month, once I’ve paid my share of the rent.”

“You could give being a sugar baby a try?” Mysaria says with a smirk over the rim of her wine glass.

She laughs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, or take up pole dancing lessons and become a stripper!”

“I’m being serious.” Mysaria, puts her glass down and pulls out her phone, flicking to the App Store and typing. “See? There are loads of apps, why not give it a try?”

“Isn’t that just prostitution?” She wrinkles her nose in disgust.

“Hey!” Mysaria chides. “Sex work is real work, but this isn’t prostitution. Most of these guys are just desperate, lonely guys who earn big bucks and are willing to spoil you in exchange for a conversation or a few selfies. You don’t even have to sleep with any of them…unless you want to.”

“I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

Even if she did go through with it, she was inexperienced, and would surely be a disappointment to any potential sugar daddies she might attract. She’d had one boyfriend in her entire life, it had lasted six months and they’d never gone beyond unsatisfying quickies that focused entirely on his pleasure. The idea of taking money from a stranger in order to pay her bills makes her incredibly uneasy.

They’re half way through their second bottle of wine as she scrolls through her phone. Mysaria is snoring softly on the sofa next to her, while an episode of some trashy reality TV show plays away to itself in the background.

Her thoughts keep drifting back to her flatmate’s mention earlier in the evening of sugar babies. She knows it’s likely the wine inspiring her actions, but she finds herself scrolling through the same apps they’d looked at previously.

Seeing one with particularly good reviews, she presses download before she’s had a chance to think twice about it and then goes through the process of setting up a profile, picking the best photo she has of herself on her camera roll.

Her heart races as she swipes with shaky fingers through photos of a myriad of men. She stops when she sees the look of one she likes.

Larys, 45. Tell me all your secrets.

His curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes immediately capture her attention, and she enjoys the flirtatious nature of his tagline. She swipes right and is stunned when she gets an “It’s a match!” notification. Wow, that was fast.

Instantly a message pops up from him.

Hello beautiful. How are you this evening?

She smiles, this seems harmless enough.

I’m fine, thanks. Just watching TV. How are you?

Her eyes linger on the screen as she awaits his reply.

I’d be better if I could get a look at your pretty feet. How much?

Bile rises in her throat and she throws the phone away from her in disgust. The worst possible start she could have asked for. She silently curses Mysaria’s stupid idea and vows never to open the app again.

Three weeks later and she is thoroughly fed up. She’s tired of never going out or doing anything, sick of existing on instant noodles. When she receives another payslip and sees yet another loan repayment has eaten away at her earnings, she reaches breaking point. She considers looking for another job, but she currently doesn’t qualify for anything beyond an entry level position in her field, and the pay everywhere else is no better than what she’s already on.

Her thumb lingers over the app that she hasn’t touched for weeks, too scarred by having such an awful first encounter to bother with it again. However, she’s desperate and willing to try anything - not with Larys though. She’s quick to unmatch with him, eager to forget his disgusting request.

She swipes mindlessly for a few minutes, not finding anyone attractive, until she happens across a photo that stops her in her tracks.

The man in question has sharp features - an aquiline nose, an impossibly chiseled jawline and sculpted cheekbones. His long white blonde hair frames his face elegantly, his only imperfection is the scar that runs across his left eye, a slightly duller blue than the right. She wonders if he’s still able to see out of it.

Aemond, 35.

No tagline, no other photos, save the one of him staring directly into the camera. He seems intense and mysterious. She swipes right, unable to fight the disappointment she feels when it’s not an instant match.

She closes the app, her desire to look at anyone else has been thwarted by how ridiculously good looking he is.

She has nearly forgotten about him when her phone buzzes the next day. He’s matched with her. She unlocks her phone, her palms sweaty with nerves, and looks at his message.

Hello.

Simple, to the point, possibly the words of a serial killer? She pushes the thought away and types out a response.

Hi. How are you?

She almost gives up and puts her phone away in the time it takes for him to reply, but eventually he does.

I don’t do small talk. Tell me about yourself.

Her eyes widen as she reads the message. He’s either incredibly rude or just not used to interacting with other people. She decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. She tells him about her history degree, about her museum job, about her living situation and her aspirations to one day become a curator of historical artifacts. He is unsurprisingly evasive when she attempts to ask about him.

So, what brings you to the app?

She decides there’s no point in hiding the fact that she’s strapped for cash, she wouldn’t be using an app that matches sugar babies with sugar daddies if that weren’t the case. She explains that her student loan repayments are crippling her, half expecting not to hear from him again. His next message is much quicker to arrive.

How much? And are you free Saturday night?

Dread gnaws at her stomach. Oh god, what does he expect of her? Hesitantly, she types out the remaining balance she has on her student loan and asks what he has in mind for Saturday. Again, he replies straight away.

Give me your bank details. I need a date for my nephew’s engagement party.

Her eyes widen. This cannot be real, and yet it’s happening. Dazed by his forwardness she sends across her account number and sort code, and tells him she’s free on Saturday.

Her mouth runs dry when after a few minutes her banking app pings with a notification of a deposit. The full amount she owes on her student loan has been transferred to her under the name ‘A. Targaryen.”

Aemond has transferred her thousands of pounds as if it were nothing more than pocket change, and all under the loose agreement that she’ll attend a party with him. This man has to be obscenely wealthy, or insane, perhaps both.

Her phone vibrates again. Another message from him.

Transferred. Give me your number, I hate the messaging interface on this app.

With clammy hands and a pounding heart she types out an entirely too long, rambled message of thanks, along with her number.

She wonders if she’s blown it when she doesn’t hear from him again, yet the money still sits in her bank account, feeling as though it’s burning a hole in it. She hasn’t exactly played it cool, most sugar babies probably accept money with cool sophistication, not simpering words of gratitude.

She feels like she’s forgotten how to breathe when he texts her on Friday.

Tell me your address and dress size.

Once more, she’s taken aback by how blunt he is, yet she complies and provides both.

When she arrives home from work later that evening, there is a package waiting for her. She opens it to reveal a black silk gown. The cut of the fabric is beautiful. Her jaw drops when she sees the Chanel label. This likely cost more than the entirety of the clothing she owns put together.

There’s a note that simply reads: Wear this tomorrow - A.

She smiles at the neatness of his handwriting. Aemond is a strange man, and yet she can’t help the intrigue she feels towards him. This is his second act of generosity towards her in the space of a week and they’ve yet to even meet.

She spends all of Saturday ensuring she is waxed, exfoliated and moisturised all over, before carefully styling her hair and applying make-up that she feels will do the eye-wateringly expensive dress she’s been given to wear justice.

She is jittery with nerves when a sleek, black sports car pulls up outside the block of flats. She can just tell it’s Aemond, nothing that costs that much has any business being on this side of town otherwise.

She hurries downstairs to meet him, eager to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing the mess that is the inside of the pokey, little flat she shares with Mysaria.

He steps out of the car and she inhales sharply at the sight of him. He is tall, at least six foot easily, despite her wearing heels he still towers over her. A well tailored, black suit clings to his long, lithe form and his white hair is pulled back neatly into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck.

“You must be Aemond.” She says, praying her make-up is enough to hide the evidence of how hot her face currently feels.

“Mmm. Yes, I must. You look good.” His right eye rakes appreciatively over her form, and when his left doesn’t follow the motion, she realises it’s a prosthetic. “Shall we go?”

He gestures towards the car, walking around to the passenger’s side to open the door for her.

He fills her in on what’s expected of her as he drives. His nephew, Jace, has gotten engaged to his longtime girlfriend, Baela. He is sick of fending off questions around why he’s not with anyone yet, especially from that side of the family. He expects her to stick by his side for the evening and he’ll deal with any awkward questions that may arise.

They arrive and Aemond is ever the gentleman, quickly stepping out of the car to open the door for her and offer her a hand out.

She shivers at the feel of his hand against hers and is stunned further still when he interlocks their fingers, keeping a firm hold of her hand as they enter the house.

“Just play along.” He whispers.

She is immediately struck by the opulence of it all as they walk through the foyer. This is a family that comes from old money. It was clear from the antique furnishings and vaulted ceilings that the Targaryens had always had money and always would.

She balks a little, unsure of if she will fit in, suddenly self conscious. Aemond seems to pick up on this.

“Relax.” He whispers to her. “Everyone here looks like shit compared to you.”

His words, combined with the tickle of his breath against the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine.

True to his word, he doesn’t let her stray from his side the entire evening. The tension between family members is unmistakable. The sneers with which a trio of dark haired young men regard Aemond is incredibly off putting.

She is informed by Aemond that the eldest of them is Jace, whose engagement they are here to celebrate. She meets Aemond’s mother, the doe eyed, auburn haired woman is pretty and seems shocked but delighted at the sight of her son with an actual date on his arm.

The lies that flow from his mouth are effortless. He had met her at the museum she works at when he’d come in to browse an exhibition. They’d hit it off instantly and been inseparable ever since.

Every touch of his hand at the small of her back feels like a brand and as the night goes on, and the champagne continues to flow freely, she finds herself eagerly playing up to the part of dutiful girlfriend. She leans into every touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the gentle press of his lips to her hairline. He is respectful, too respectful, never getting handsy or going for a full on the lips kiss.

When the evening draws to a close and he escorts her back to the passenger side of his car, she feels bereft at the loss of his touch as he moves around to the driver’s seat.

“You did well this evening.” He tells her as she starts the engine. “We put on quite the show.”

Remembering that none of this was real, that she’d been paid to be here startles her out of her tipsy fantasy that this is an actual relationship and her mouth presses into a tight line as she nods.

They drive in silence for a while before Aemond speaks again.

“If you’re up for it, my mother is having a birthday meal this Wednesday. She mentioned tonight she’d love for you to come. Are you available? I’ll pay you, obviously.”

So much for this not feeling like prostitution. She’s already paid off her student loan, she could just say no, but then she wouldn’t get to see him again.

“Y-yeah, sounds good.” She says meekly.

They pull up outside the block of flats and, right on cue, Aemond is striding around the car to get her door. She wobbles on her heels as she climbs out, the effects of the evening’s alcohol getting the better of her, and falls against his chest.

His large hands move to steady her by the shoulders and as she looks up into his face she is struck by how gorgeous he really is.

Her eyes slowly close, as she leans in, her lips pressing towards his.

His grip on her shoulders tightens, pushing her back ever-so gently. “You don’t need to do that.”

Her eyes snap back open, shame coursing through her like liquid fire. “Oh…”

“I’ll text you the details about Wednesday. Thanks again for tonight.”

He gets back into the car, driving away as she stands on the kerbside, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

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OMGGG SIIHHTRIICCCCC😩 IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

“My pretty princess, my goddess…”

Æthelflæd and the reader:

Bel, you're too good to us. Like are you trying to make us fall head over heels for you? Cause it's working bestie

"Runaway" - Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

A/N: first time writing for sihtric hehe

Summary: When you go to save your sister, you don't expect to find her in love with a pagan, nor do you expect to find a pagan of your own.

Word Count: 2,150

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, reader is alfred's daughter and described as christian, semi public sex, oral f receiving, overstim, loss of virginity, fingering, p in v sex, breeding kink, biting, hand on mouth hehe

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“Saving Æthelflæd will bankrupt the kingdom.”

“She’s already dead.”

“She’s probably being humped by some pagan by now.”

The words of the Wessex nobility regarding your sister anger you beyond reason. What did she do to deserve being kidnapped by these heathens? The idea of what could be happening to her right at this very moment makes your blood boil. You turn to your mother and ask to be excused from the hall, storming off, only for Æthelwold to come simpering after you. You have no ill will for your cousin, but sometimes? The man annoys the absolute shit out of you.

“It’s a shame that for one princess to be saved the entire country needs to be made poor,” he sighs, pouring himself some ale.

“Make your point, cousin,” you snap at him, “I’m not my sister, I have no patience for your particular brand of idiocy.”

He pouts slightly before coming out with his suggestion, “You’ve trained with Steapa much as your sister has. You’re quite skilled with a blade.”

“Get to the point, Æthelwold,” you hiss, “Or you’ll find yourself at the wrong end of that blade you speak of.”

He rolls his eyes and speaks once more, “You’re light on your feet, small and unnoticeable enough to sneak in, free her, and get out, thereby saving Wessex from paying for its own ruin.”

You look up at him for a moment, thinking on his words. He isn’t wrong. You’re faster than most, could probably get into Lunden undetected. These pagans wear their hair long and if you steal some armor, hypothetically, you could disguise yourself as one of them.

And so, in the dead of the night, you set off for Lunden, a sword in hand, ready to do whatever it takes to save your sister, and your country. The road is long and by the time you reach the gates, your body is weary, but when you say you’ve come from Dunholm and are one of Ragnar Ragnarsson’s men, you’re treated quite well. You’re called a runt by most of them, but when you show them your skills with a blade, beating one of Siegfried’s men, you’re readily welcomed into their ranks.

You see where they are keeping your sister and it surprises you to see no bruises on her face, her clothes clean and washed, and her being fed, quite well, you may add. It doesn’t take long for you to cross her path and for her to recognize you, eyes going wide with disbelief. You flash her a wry grin, still playing your part and turn to Erik.

“I think your prisoner’s taken a liking to me, lord,” you taunt, earning an annoyed look from the blonde man.

As you walk out to the stables, you’re pulled aside, into a corner by a man yet unknown to you who covers your mouth so that you don’t scream. You stare up at him, hand on the pommel of your sword, ready to fight him if need be. He’s quite handsome, you note, but remind yourself that this man could very well be an enemy, and most likely is.

“I need you to promise not to scream if I remove my hand from your mouth, lady,” he says quietly.

You stare at him, knitting your brows together as he slowly removes his hand, “I’m no lady.”

The man’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, “Look, I’m Sihtric Kjartansson, Uhtred’s man-”

“You know Lord Uhtred?” you whisper frantically, “Is he here? Is he coming to save my sis-”

You slap your hand over your mouth, realizing you’ve revealed too much when Sihtric’s eyes go wide with shock at your words. He immediately bows.

“Princess,” he stammers, “I never would’ve grabbed you like that if I knew who you were-”

“Enough of that,” you cut him off, “Does Lord Uhtred have a plan to save my sister?”

“He does, lady,” Sihtric nods, “Though I’m sure he’ll be surprised to find both of Alfred’s daughters here when he arrives.”

“I came to save her,” you pause before adding, “Paying her ransom would bankrupt Wessex and would give the brothers all the gold and silver they need to raise an army to ruin us forever,” you meet Sihtric’s gaze before continuing, “My father is a fool. He loves Æthelflæd and wants to save her, as any father would want to. But he can’t. Not like this. Not when I can do something about it.”

Sihtric stares at you, awestruck for a moment. He takes a hesitant step closer toward you, not wanting to scare you away as he speaks quietly.

“You’re very brave, Princess,” he murmurs, “More brave than any of the warriors in Siegfried and Erik’s hall.”

You look at him curiously before asking, “How did you know I was a lady, anyway? No one else seems to have figured it out.”

Sihtric’s cheeks turn bright red at your question and he stammers slightly. You cross your arms and wait for his response to your query, tapping your foot impatiently. What in the world is this blithering fool blushing about?

“I saw you washing one day, lady,” he says, meeting your eyes, “I only saw you from the back, but I knew that wasn’t a man’s back-”

“I think I get what you mean,” you interrupt him, slapping your hand over his mouth, feeling him grin against your palm as you grumble to yourself, “Men.”

Sihtric laughs when you remove your hand, “Don’t worry, Princess, from what I saw,” his eyes roam over whatever little bit of your form he can discern as he speaks, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

The two of you stand chest to chest, you gazing up at him and he at you. You’ve never been this close with a man before besides your relations or Steapa, let alone one as handsome as him. Your father warned you about associating with pagans, as did your mother. A small voice inside your head tells you that the lustful expression in Sihtric’s dark eyes is just the devil, tempting you into sin. But a louder voice tells you that he’s just a man, the same as any other, who desires you. And you admit to yourself that you in turn desire him.

Just as your lips are about to touch, the stable door is thrown open and Erik walks in. You jump back from Sihtric, knowing what it probably looks like, but Erik merely gives you a mirthful grin.

“You seem to have similar taste to your sister, Princess.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, how many of you know I’m a woman?” you cry out in annoyance, sitting down on a bale of hay.

Sihtric and Erik look at each other, barely holding back their laughter, the latter speaking, “If it makes you feel any better, Princess, I didn’t know until your sister told me. I just thought you were a runt.”

“That’s comforting,” you mumble.

Erik reveals to you that he and your sister have fallen in love, and that he wishes to run away with her, something that he’ll require Uhtred’s assistance with. Sihtric states that he’ll deliver the message to his lord. When Erik leaves the two of you alone, Sihtric’s lips immediately descend upon yours.

You’ve never been kissed like this before, you think to yourself as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth, like he wishes to consume you whole. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to you as he rids himself of his cloak, moving the two of you over to a bale of hay, not wanting you to lay down on the floor. You make quick work of your own clothes, the two of you wanting nothing more than to bare yourselves to each other, and as quickly as possible. Sihtric’s eyes go wide when he sees you standing before him, every inch of you revealed to him. He doesn’t know what he’s done to please the gods so much that they’ve allowed him to have this moment with you.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips crashing down on yours once again as your hands run over his chest.

He kisses your ankle, surprising you as he keeps his eyes on you, “My princess, my goddess,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing a trail all the way up along your leg to your inner thigh.

“You speak blasphemy,” you say breathlessly, only half-serious as you smile at him, “My father would have you whipped for that, you know.”

“Good thing he’s not here,” Sihtric winks.

And then his mouth is on you. You let out a strangled gasp as you feel his tongue moving against your core, tasting you, the moans he lets out revealing to you that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. You whimper when he throws your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to bury his face even deeper between your thighs as you writhe against him, crying out his name. The sounds he’s making as he tastes you are borderline obscene, but in truth? That makes it all the more thrilling. He switches his focus to your pearl, sucking at it as he eases one of his fingers inside you.

“To prepare you,” he mumbles against you, before resuming his actions.

You reach your peak against his tongue not once, not twice, but three times, crying out his name, begging him to just take you.

“Don’t want to hurt you, Princess,” he insists as he continues mouthing at your sensitive nub, admiring your tearstained face, “Want to get you ready to take me.”

And when he finally does, Sihtric is gentler than you ever thought a pagan could be as he takes you, his eyes locked on yours all the while as he slowly pushes inside you, stopping immediately when you let out a pained whimper at the intrusion.

“Do you want to stop?” he asks quietly, seriously, “If you do, Princess, just say the word and we will.”

You shake your head vehemently, “Just stay like this for a moment. I’ll be fine.”

He leans in his kisses your cheek, then the other, then your forehead before his lips descend on yours again. Sihtric shifts slightly to reposition himself, and in doing so, moves against you, making you let out a gasp of pleasure.

“Sihtric,” you whisper, “Need more.”

He nods eagerly and begins rutting his hips against yours, reveling in how warm and tight you feel around him, letting you know as much, “Feel so perfect around me, Princess, taking me so well,” he grunts as he continues, his length filling you up perfectly with every movement of his body, “My pretty princess, my goddess…”

You feel him bite down on your neck as he continues to snap his hips against yours, attempting muffle his moans as some of Siegfried’s men pass by the barn. You let out a low moan at the feeling, loving the way he moves his tongue over the abused skin, soothing the sting. When you’re unable to control your mewls of pleasure, he places a hand over your mouth, grinning at you.

“I love those pretty sounds you make, Princess,” he coos in your ear, “So perfect for me. But you must be quiet for the moment.”

You nod as he continues bucking his hips against yours, finally removing his hand once the men have passed. At that point, he pushes your knees to your chest, allowing him to thrust into you at an even deeper angle, hitting a spot inside of you that makes you feel as though you can see the heavens themselves.

“Going to fill you up, sweet little princess,” he groans, his hips pistoning against yours, faster and faster, “You look so perfect like this, full of me. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” you whisper as he leans in to kiss you again, “All yours.”

You reach your peak, squeezing him impossibly tight as a wave of euphoria passes over you where all you can do is cry out his name in the throes of ecstasy. All you can think of is him, Sihtric. He spends himself inside you soon after with a moan of your name. He bites down on your shoulder once more as the two of you bask in the aftermath of your shared pleasure, laying there in the stable.

You let out a laugh of disbelief after a moment that soon turns into a fit of giggles. Sihtric turns to look at you, concerned.

“Was I not up to your standards, lady?”

You wave off his concerns before voicing your thoughts, again bursting into laughter, “The great Christian King of Wessex’s two daughters both with pagans. Life is ironic.”

Sihtric joins you in your laughter, embracing you tightly, the two of you making plans for your escape, and everything that will come after.

#im a slut for Uhtreds men #sihtric<3 #i have no shame #Id let him smash whenever #and wherever #sihtric x reader #sihtric kjartansson x reader

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“Is a little blood supposed to deter me from tasting you, beloved?” OMG??? IM- ....Is it hot in here or is just me??🥵🥴

Me to you:

"Needy Little Thing" - Daemon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

A/N: a request from @ruby-dragon hehe 🤭❤️❤️

Summary: Daemon takes care of you while you're having your moon's blood. In more than one way...

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, oral sex f receiving, oral sex while on period, periods, blood, finger in the bum

Word Count: 1,752 words

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

Daemon cannot understand for the life of him why you, his gorgeous, strong, independent wife, are being so clingy today. The two of you haven’t been married particularly long, less than one moon’s time, in fact, but the two of you have known each other since childhood, ever since you were sent to King’s Landing to be fostered. Prince Baelon, having seen how attached to you Daemon grew in his youth, immediately arranged the match, neither of you having even the slightest problem with it.

This morning when he woke, you were curled up against his back, clinging to his back, arms wrapped around his waist. He remembers how when he gently tried to remove himself from your grip, and how you whined in your sleep, clinging to him even more tightly, pulling him back into the bed with you. Daemon entertained this for a while, until he absolutely needed to wake and ready himself for the day, at which point, you let out a soft little yawn and looked at him with bleary, sleep-addled eyes.

“Where are you going?”

Your voice is soft, gentle. And Daemon almost wants to get right back into bed with you to hear that pretty voice of yours some more. But alas, he continues to dress.

“A small council meeting, my sweet wife. Go back to sleep,” he places a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll be back before you wake.”

Daemon is surprised when you grab him by the sleep, pouting as you gaze up at him, “I don’t want you to go. Stay here with me. I can’t sleep without you.”

Daemon gives you an amused smirk, watching as you nuzzle into his hand, almost like a kitten seeking warmth. He runs a hand through your hair, tilting your chin up to land a kiss on your lips, slow and sensual. You moan against his mouth, your hands flying to grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him back toward the bed, but your husband is too quick for that, quickly pulling away. You let out an annoyed huff and fall back onto the bed, ignoring his promise that he’ll be back before you know it.

“I can’t sleep when you’re not here,” you grumble under your breath, burying your face into the pillows.

Daemon watches you with a smile on his face, shaking his head as he finally leaves the room. He wonders what has you in such a state. He remembers last night that you had him rest his hand on your stomach, stating that the warmth of his palm brought you comfort. He ponders over that for a moment and realizes what the problem is.

You’re having your blood. He recalls how his grandmother told him about the time of month every woman has and how important it would be to take care of his lady wife when the time came. Daemon feels like an idiot for not realizing sooner what had you in such a state, but he simply has to go to that damned small council meeting.

You toss and turn and try to get back to sleep, feeling on the verge of tears from the pains that feel as though they’re about to tear apart your stomach. You let out a tiny whimper and bury your face back in the pillows, letting out a cry of frustration. You know Daemon struggles with his position in the royal family. He wants his brother’s love and trust, and for some reason, Viserys is never able to give him that. He trusts his Lord Hand more than his own brother, and you know it irks your husband greatly. He’s doing his best at being Viserys’s Master of Laws, but both of you know he deserves much, much more than that.

An hour passes, then two. And you grow restless without your husband. The bastard promised to be back before you knew it, dammit. You quickly change into your gown, forgoing your corset, in too much pain from your cramps to deal with the constricting garment. You walk along the hallways of the Red Keep, all the way to the small council chamber.

Daemon lets out a chuckle when one of the guards walks in to inform him that you are waiting just outside the doors and are asking for him. He stands up, excusing himself despite Otto Hightower’s protests, and thinly veiled attempts at turning his brother against him. Daemon lets out a sharp exhale through his nose.

“My wife requires my assistance. I’m sorry if you haven’t fucked a woman since your wife died, you cunt, but my princess needs tending to.”

Daemon strides out of the room, ignoring the gasps of those around him, and the amused yet annoyed gaze of his older brother. He steps out of the room and sees you, gazing up at him, looking so very lost and so adorable.

“Daemon, I-”

“Sh,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your plump lower lip, smiling at the way you lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut, “Now what’s the matter, little one?” Daemon pinches your cheek slightly, making your eyes fly open, “What’s this all about?”

You gaze up at him, pouting, annoyed at the squeeze, “I’m having my blood and I just wanted to be close to you! Is that such a sin, husband? Is it not your duty to take care of your loving wife? The whole reason a lady has her blood is-”

Daemon sighs, running a hand over your cheek, “So that she may be able to bear children, yes, darling, I’m aware.”

He can’t help but admire how absolutely adorable you look like this, your eyes all wide and full of tears. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, savoring your warmth. Daemon pulls your body against his, his hands moving to your waist, squeezing ever so slightly; he laughs at the little yelp of surprise you let out.

“I thought you wanted me to be close to you,” Daemon taunts, whispering in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, “Now, how about we retire to our chambers, darling?”

You look at him, a smile forming on your face, one that makes his chest feel as though it’s constricting, “Don’t you have your small council meeting-”

“Fuck the small council and fuck Viserys,” Daemon states, pulling you along by the hand, all but racing toward your chambers, “All I can think about right now is tasting you.”

Your eyes go wide as the door to your shared chambers gets closer and closer. He wishes to taste you… While you’re having your blood? You’ve never in your life heard something so scandalous.

“But, Daemon, it’s my-”

“Is a little blood supposed to deter me from tasting you, beloved?” Daemon glances at you over his shoulder, giving you that smug grin that is just so quintessentially him, “Because it most certainly does not.”

You gasp as he lifts you in his arms, carrying you the last few steps to your bedchambers, kicking the door open. Daemon tosses you on the bed gently before crawling over you, his lips immediately finding yours.

“Such a needy little thing,” Daemon coos, lifting the skirts of your dress.

You gaze at him as he trails his fingers along the inside of your thighs, pulling your undergarments down your legs and tossing them to the wayside. He bites down gently on your inner thigh, making you let out a quiet gasp before moving his attention to your cunt. You don’t know if you’ve ever desired him this badly in your life, feeling your stomach twist in anticipation as Daemon simply gazes at you for a minute.

“My needy little wife, so fucking wet for me,” he smirks up at you from between your legs, the sight sending a shiver of delight through you, “You’ve been desperate for me ever since I left you this morning, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you manage to eke out as Daemon spits against your cunt, “Daemon!”

“I’m just preparing,” he teases, holding your thighs apart with his hands, “Gods, I can’t wait to taste your sweet little cunt. I never tire of it.”

And with that, Daemon buries his tongue deep inside you, loving how warm you feel against him, how desperate you are for him. He takes notice of how you begin to rut your hips against his face, barely holding back a laugh as he continues lapping at your folds, the tang of your blood not deterring him in the slightest, rather spurring him on. And gods, on your blood, you’re so much louder and even more responsive to his touches than usual, he thinks. You’re fucking desperate for him, mewling his name, gripping his hair, begging for more. Daemon moves his mouth slightly to suckle at your pearl, reveling in the near scream of his name you let out.

It’s almost too much for you to handle, and despite wanting more, you feel yourself squirming away from him, but Daemon is not one to be deterred. Glancing up at you for your approval, the moment you nod, he grips your hips, holding you in place, quickening his movements. His tongue moves in and out of you, driving you absolutely mad, reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed.

And gods, then you feel his thick finger prodding at your puckered hole, slowly easing its way inside. You let out a squeal of his name, squeezing around his finger, Daemon smirking against you as you writhe beneath his touch. He continues working his finger in tandem with his tongue, driving you absolutely mad.

What finally sends you toppling over the edge is the feeling of him nipping at your pearl, making you spill yourself on his mouth with a loud cry of his name, your eyes filled with tears from how intense the pleasure he gave you was.

When Daemon moves away, your legs are shaking and you can barely speak. Daemon moves to kiss you, the slightest hint of blood on his chin which you wipe away. He pulls you in close to him, his lips melding against yours, crushing you against his chest.

“Are you feeling better now?” he smirks, “Or do you require more of your husband’s attention?”

“Well, my prince,” you purr in his ear, “I’m a needy little thing. I think I require much, much more.”

Judging by the look on Daemon’s face? He’s more than happy to give it.

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