#And anon there is a word for one that ship man x woman or that is only het?

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"Your Place" - Aemond Targaryen x Cousin!Reader

a/n: from an anon request for daemon/rhea's daughter being seduced to the greens' side by aemond! i hope you like it nonnie, this was a fun one to write and i'm quite proud of it 🩷

Summary: After several years apart, Aemond comes to Runestone to convince you to take your place at his side.

TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, mentions of toxic family relationships (reader resents daemon), mentions of murder (daemon killing rhea), idk reader's kinda a hater in this sorry, oral f receiving, fingering, p in v sex, breeding kink

Word Count: 3,000 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.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Runestone is a vital tactical ally. At least, that’s the story Aemond spins to his brother before he takes to the skies atop Vhagar, heading for the Vale. House Royce is a noble, proud house. One of the most powerful in the Vale, second only to House Arryn. It is not a complete lie that gaining their allegiance would be beneficial to the Greens.

Aemond just leaves out the true reason he wishes to visit Runestone.

Its lady.

You, Lady Targaryen, the only daughter of Lady Rhea Royce and Aemond’s uncle, Prince Daemon Targaryen. Since your father harbored no love for your mother, his indifference extended to you. The last time Aemond saw you was that day when he claimed Vhagar, when he lost his eye. It was at Lady Laena’s funeral. 

You had walked up beside him, your face eerily calm as you remarked, “It’s quite a shame, my father’s luck in marriage. Perhaps the next one might survive. Don’t they say the third time’s the charm?”

Aemond had barely resisted the urge to laugh at your dark sense of humor. You were two years his senior, four and ten while he was a mere two and ten. You were graceful, beautiful. And he fell for you instantly. He knew that no matter what happened, no matter who your father was, one day he would marry you.

You did not go to Dragonstone with your father after he wed Rhaenyra. You, instead, went to Runestone, where your uncle had been serving as Lord Regent in your stead. You refused to live with your father and his third wife, stating that you had no interest in this depravity. You had no interest in a man who bedded another woman before his wife’s body was cold in the ground. You came to say goodbye to Aemond before leaving, finding him in his sickbed, a bandage wrapped around where his eye used to be. You pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead, apologizing for all that happened. Stating that you wished you had been there to put a stop to all of this.

And you congratulated him on claiming Vhagar before leaving. You harbored no ill will toward him for “stealing” your sister’s dragon. Your attitude made Aemond wonder if you truly cared for your sisters at all. He watched you walk away from him, toward the ship that waited to whisk you away to your mother’s ancestral home. He stared out the window as you sailed away, yet again promising himself that once he was a man worthy of you, he would find you and make you his.

His wife, his princess, his love.

You were by far the most impressive woman he’d ever met in his life, and so he decided to make himself an impressive man in turn. He practiced swordplay three hours a day, learned the language of his ancestors, studied history and philosophy extensively. And, of course, mastered the art of riding on horseback. From what he has heard, you spend hours riding atop your mare, apparently because of how close it makes you feel to your mother. There’s something so beautifully tragic about that, he thinks. And it endears you to him all the more. He falls in love with you even more with every new thing he learns about you.

It is late in the afternoon when Runestone comes into sight, and Vhagar lets out a mighty roar as she begins to descend from the clouds, allowing her rider to climb off her back before taking to the skies once more, ready to return at Aemond’s behest. He walks toward your keep, his boots clicking on the stone path as he walks. He can feel his heart in his throat with every step he takes closer to you, praying to the Smith to give strength so that he may not waver in his confidence before you.

He sees you, sitting atop your mare, your hair whipping in the wind, a steed waiting for him as well. How very thoughtful of you. Aemond bows as he approaches you. You are even more beautiful than you were when he saw you last. The dress you wear, one of Myrish lace and Dornish silk, clings to your figure, your curves now that of a woman’s. Your hair has grown longer and there is a calm about you that was not there when you were at your father’s side.

You have become your own woman, graceful and beautiful like all said your mother was. Aemond falls deeper in love than ever before as he gazes up at you.

“Cousin.”

Your voice is just as he remembers, gentle yet firm, that of a woman who knows what she’s doing.

Aemond smiles, “I see that my cousin has matured greatly.”

You nod, watching him as he climbs atop the stallion beside you, “I have indeed. The last time we saw each other was at my stepmother’s funeral, I believe?”

“Yes,” he replies, the two of you beginning your ride toward the keep, “It would seem, as you said, your father’s luck in marriage improved with the third time.”

“Indeed,” you say, and he can see the beginnings of a smile curling on your lips as you question, “But I am sure you’re not here to discuss matters of my father’s ill-fated marriages. Why have you come to Runestone, cousin?”

Aemond presses his lips together, turning to face you completely before questioning, “I wish to ask where your allegiance lies in this coming war, cousin. Who will House Royce fight for?”

“Runestone remains neutral,” you tell him calmly, “As I told Jacaerys who arrived here not one fortnight before you on his way to Winterfell. We will not be dragged into a war that has nothing to do with us.”

“So you’d stand aside and allow Rhaenyra to usurp my brother’s birthright?”

“You forget that she’s my stepmother,” you comment dryly, the sarcasm in your voice making Aemond smile. You haven’t changed a bit. He admires the side profile of your face as you stare straight ahead, nearly at the castle now, “That my father fights at her side. You’d ask me to turn against my own father, cousin?”

Aemond’s gaze moves to your lips, so soft and so ripe for kissing, his mind running wild as he imagines stopping the horses here and now, hauling you off somewhere to have his way with you. To have you underneath him, crying out his name in ecstasy.

“You’ve outgrown your father. His decisions were never wise. All he brought upon the Realm was chaos.”

You scoff, “I do not argue with that. You know that I have no love for my father. It is an ill-kept secret that my mother died at his hand. But still, I will not have Runestone dragged into this foolishness.”

Aemond chuckles as the two of you hop off of your mounts, taking a step toward you, resting a finger beneath your chin as he tilts your face up toward him, his blue eye boring into yours, flickering back to your lips for a brief moment before he asks, “And what of me, cousin? Have I done something to anger you, Lady Targaryen? I only ask for a fair chance to convince the Lady of Runestone to stand on the proper side of this conflict. Perhaps even as a princess, my bride.”

“You forget that I am betrothed, cousin,” you inform him sharply, “Your honeyed words won’t sway me.”

Aemond is not yet deterred. He is still determined to win you over, the feeling of being near you again driving him to madness.

“I’m sure your betrothed would understand that a lady of your grace, your beauty is better suited as a match for the king’s own brother.”

It drives him mad, not knowing if his presence affects you when he rests his hands on your waist, squeezing gently as he presses his body against your own. He needs some indication that you’re enjoying this, that you like the fact that his cock is hard from the mere sight of you, that his thoughts are consumed only by you, that his heart only belongs to you.

“You have traveled far. Please, allow my servants to show you to our guest chambers.”

Aemond chuckles quietly as you turn to walk away, grabbing you by the hand before you can get too far. He pulls you back to him, your back against his front. His hands move along your side, feeling the curves of your body. Aemond leans in, his lips tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers.

“Guest chambers? Why not let me spend the night in your chambers, Lady Targaryen? We are family, after all.”

You roll your eyes, wrenching yourself from his grip, staring up at him, “I remembered Aegon being this presumptuous. Not you. You were always so shy and sweet.”

Aemond feels almost like a child again in front of your scrutinizing gaze, the way you stare him down making him want nothing more than to prove himself to you. He feels his cheeks flush slightly, this back-and-forth between you only making him want you all the more.

“I have changed, sweet cousin,” he says quietly, “But please know that it is not presumptuousness. I am sincere in my affection for you.”

Your lips curl into the slightest of smiles as you turn to leave, “Get settled in. We can discuss any potential alliance at supper.”

Aemond takes a deep breath, nodding, “As you wish, cousin.”

He turns to leave, only to immediately face you once more when you call out his name. Aemond pauses, his heart racing as he wonders if he should cross the hall and kiss you now. He meets your gaze hopefully.

“Yes?”

Then, it’s as though the heavens part and an angel stands before him when you give him that soft, sweet smile of yours and say, “I’m glad to see you.”

His eye widens with surprise, staring after you as you walk away, murmuring, “I’m glad to see you too, my lady.”

You look so beautiful, sitting across the table from him, sipping on your wine. There’s a quiet dignity about you, an effortless grace. He sees a painting of your mother hanging behind you and decides to break the silence.

“You look more like her. Your mother.”

He’s surprised when you laugh, meeting his gaze, “That might be the nicest thing you ever could have said to me.”

Aemond decides to take a chance and stands from his seat, crossing the room to kneel at your side, taking your hands in his own, “I know you are betrothed to the Tully boy. That your father has done this in hopes of keeping the Riverlands loyal to his wife. But do you truly think that he can care for you the way I would? Make you happy the way I would?”

“I don’t know the faintest thing about you, Aemond. You were a child when I saw you last-”

“A child who fell in love with you,” he declares, pulling you to your feet, his large hands caressing your face, his voice thick with desperation, “And now a man who desires nothing more than to marry you. To care for you. To love you and make you his princess. And perhaps one day, even his queen.”

You arch a brow at his words, and Aemond knows you have picked up on the implication behind his words. He has long coveted his brother’s position as the firstborn. He would not say it to anyone other than you. But he knows, for some reason, that you will not begrudge him for this. For this hatred that brews inside of him. He knows it because he’s seen it in you as well. He saw it when you watched your father doting upon your sisters at Driftmark that day, that resentment brewing.

“In truth, I believe you,” you tell him calmly, your fingers intertwining with his, “Runestone is not so important that your brother would have urged you to come. He would have sent you to the Eyrie. Not to me.”

Aemond lets out a quiet laugh, “Indeed. I came here to express my intention of wedding you. Of stealing you away from your betrothed and making you mine.”

You hum in acknowledgment, turning to face the painting of your mother, “I owe the Blacks nothing. All my father has ever given me is a lifetime’s worth of neglect and hatred. My sisters never cared for me, though their lady mother was kind enough to try and make them do so. And I know my current stepmother,” you pause before remarking sarcastically, “Or is it cousin? Does not care for me. She sees me as the obstacle that stood in the way of Daemon claiming her all those years ago. There is no place for me with them. Perhaps there is no place for me anywhere. The product of a loveless marriage between a man and a woman who utterly despised each other.”

“There is a place for you, my lady,” Aemond says firmly, “And it is by my side, and in my bed.”

You gaze up at him, the tension between the two of you growing with every passing moment. You lean in, as does he, closer and closer, your breath soft and sweet against his lips.

“And where is your place?”

“With you,” Aemond says quietly, “You and I, we were destined for each other.”

“Destined,” you repeat, resting your hands on his chest, “I choose my own destiny. I do not leave my fate in the hands of the Gods.”

“Then choose me.”

Aemond doesn’t know who leans in first. All he knows is that your lips are pressed to his, his hands tangled in your hair as he lifts you up onto the table, standing between your thighs. He has never known a feeling so intense as this, your own hands tugging at his hair as he pushes the skirt of your dress up, revealing your bare legs. Aemond drops to his knees, reveling in your look of surprise. He presses a hot-open mouthed kiss to your ankle, trailing his lips up along your leg, your thigh, before he finally reaches his intended destination. You gasp as he gives a hesitant lick at your cunt, waiting for your reaction. He stares up at you, and when you nod, he buries his face between your thighs, tongue eagerly lapping at your folds as he lifts your knees over his shoulders. Your hands grasp at the table, knuckles going white as you grit your teeth in an effort not to make too much noise.

Dissatisfied by your lack of response, Aemond increases his efforts, moving to suckle at your sensitive pearl while his fingers move to pump in and out of your cunt, the wet noises that come from you making you cry out with surprise in the throes of ecstasy. Aemond grins against your skin, feeling your body shiver as you near your peak, finally reaching it, the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, tart yet so very sweet, making him moan, his cock impossibly hard against his breeches.

Aemond stands to his full height and you quickly help him undo his breeches, your soft hand palming at his cock, making him throw his head back with pleasure at the feeling. It is so much better than he ever could’ve imagined, having you touch him and gaze up at him like that with those sweet eyes of yours. Before he can align himself with your center, you rest a hand to his chest. His breath quickens as you move to rid him of his eyepatch, your fingertips tracing the scar that runs along his face, the one he has been so ashamed of all his life.

But all you say is one word. One of the few you know in the tongue of your forefathers.

“Gevie.”

Beautiful.

Aemond smiles, genuinely, for the first time in so long, pressing his lips to yours as he joins your bodies, the soft moan that escapes your lips sounding like music in his ears. He stays still after sheathing his cock completely inside you, the two of you basking in the intimacy of the moment, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

You nod, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek as you nod, “Yes.”

Aemond kisses you once more, beginning to move against you, his body desperately rutting against yours, the feeling of your walls clenching around him like a vice being almost too pleasurable for him to bear. He’s dreamed of this for so very long, but the real thing surpasses everything he ever imagined. Your arms wrap around him and you rest your head against his chest as he pounds into you over and over, making you cry out his name in the most wanton of voices, begging him for more, begging him to fuck you harder.

And Aemond is all too happy to oblige, the thought of filling you with his seed, his babe growing in your belly spurring him on, your breasts swollen with milk, the entire realm knowing that the beautiful Lady Targaryen is his and his alone.

He is yours and you are his. He says as much as he spills himself inside you, feeling you squeeze around him impossibly tight mere moments later, having reached your own peak, your body going limp against him, the two of you basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

“I love you.”

You smile, standing on shaky legs, pulling him into a softer, more gentle kiss, as you whisper, “I love you too. I am ready to take my place at your side. As your princess,” you pause before whispering in his ear, a smirk playing on your lips, “And one day, as your queen.”

Aemond smirks, his lips finding yours once more.

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Sanji x reader where shes a bit of a spoiled girl with high standards, who was raised by a group of pirates who couldn’t have children of their own. When they retire, they encourage reader to go out on her own and she meets the straw hats and joins them because of her talent for stealing without getting caught. When Sanji joins the crew, he forms a crush on reader and does everything he can to impress her from his cooking to flowers to small gifts, but reader isn’t impressed one bit because her family always went big and made sure she never settled for the small things.

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hi anon ! Thank you for your request ! You seem to have a precise idea so I hope you will accept the little modification I did. It at first start very well and then I get sick and to be fair I had kind of a hard time with the end. But I hope you will like it .

His High Standard Princess

OPLA - Sanji

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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If we were asking your adoptive fathers and their crew of fearsome pirates, they would call you their little miracle. Lost in the sea, booping on the wave like a message in a bottle, they had found you, infant in your little basket, crying with all the force of your small lungs. Not so far, they also found the rest of the wreckage of what seemed like two ships. They never had truly searched for what happened. Accidents weren't uncommon on the East blue, it suffice of an abordage going wrong, waking a sea monster of his nap or a storm to finish your life with the fishes.  

The pirate ship wasn’t, of course, the best place for raising a child, but they both did their best, searching at each port they made a halt, to ask mothers about tricks and parental advice. Soon, you become a brave, smart and skilled woman, returning to your fathers their love, with the interest that you have grown to be one of the best thieves the world has ever seen. And it was a good thing that you were as quiet as a mouse on your feet, because being the little princess of a group of pirates meant they had cherished you and covered you in gold, giving you a strong appetite for the precious metal and some pretty high standard. Or, like your adoptive fathers always said, you knew your worth and didn’t settle for less. 

That’s why you knew, when you saw the golden pendant in his bed of velvet, that you had to steal it, because you deserved it. It didn’t take you more than fifteen minutes, in broad daylight, for it to be your. Of course, you already had multiple necklaces, even one that looked like this one, but the truth was that you were bored and the stone in the center had your favorite shade of blue.

The action in your life was in a dangerous decline since your adoptive parent had decided to retire. You could understand, their life had been rough, with all the battles, storms and adventures. They deserve their peaceful life and as much as they encourage you to abandon them and go explore the world, you couldn’t bring in you the force to let them. But as you walk for the fifth time that road sinding the village in two, you can't help yourself to wonder what you could see and steal if you leave to live your own adventure.

You were taking a little snack, previously the propriety of the mayor's daughter, when you heard words you hadn't heard outside of your own house for a long time.  

“ Nami, how far do you think we are from the Grand Line ? “  A young man wearing a straw hat, but nothing apparently valuable, said, passing in front of you. 

The grand line, the place where most of your children's fairy tales took place. Every member of the crew had told you stories about rumors of incredible treasure, sea monsters covered in gold, dangerous pirates and of course, the legendary One Piece. Child, all those stories had made you head spin, making you beg your fathers to bring you there. Now adults, you understand that it was way too dangerous with you on board. And, without a great crew ready to take you in, you hadn’t no way to leave this small village. That's why you had tried to forget as much as possible the idea of all the richesses and the mysterious treasure. Until now.

Turning on your heels, throwing your/not your half eaten sandwich in a trash can, you followed the small group from a safe distance, admiring their chemistry. As you try, as much as you can, to stay silent and learn what they know about your dream destination. Soon,you couldn’t help yourself, quietly approaching their group more and more at each change of direction. As much as you love your adoptive parents and guilt would hunt you down, you couldn’t deny that the quiet life was slowly killing you, and, if that was your exit ticket sent by fate, you will not step back. 

Taking another turn, now just behind them, you suddenly stop on your track as the orange haired girl spoke. 

“ I don’t know why you follow us, but I wouldn't try to rob us if I were you “

“ Nami, who do you talk to ? “ The young man asked, confused as he looked around him. 

“ That girl followed us for a while now, she isn’t a marine, neither a welcome committee and as her bag can assure you she’s a thief. And a good one, I didn’t hear her until a few streets away and it was because of a puddle. “ She said, facing you. Her expression wasn’t really friendly, and,as much as you were yourself embarrassed and hurt that she had unveiled you, you put your hands in fist and brave yourself. After all, you did nothing wrong. For once.

“ I didn’t want to rob you, I heard you talk about the Grand Line and I was curious,that's all. It’s my dream to discover its treasure. Did you really head there ?” You asked, your hope coloring your word. 

“ Yes,I’m Monkey D. Luffy, she’s Nami. We will go to the grand line, find the One Piece and I will become king of the pirates !  Do you want to join our crew ? “ Luffy happily proclaimed, asking you to join them like if it was a stroll in the park.

“Luffy, we didn’t even know her, we can’t take every dreamer who crosses our path“ Nami almost protested, his gaze more amical but still trying to determine if you were a threat or not.

“ Nami, she’s good, you said to yourself, that if it wasn’t from that puddle you could never have known she was following us. We will need a good ally and I trust her ! “

“ I’m Y/N. I swear I will not steal something which belongs to you “ You promised “ I will worth it , please it’s my dream. If I stay here I will die of boredom.” 

“ We have other crew members, it has to apply to them too “ Nami sighs, finally smiling at you. An understanding of your situation in her gaze “ We leave in two hours, will you be ready ?“ 

“ I will, “ You smiled. 

–

Your goodbye, emotional but proud, had been brief but full of happiness. You all knew that the world wasn’t prepared for you, but you were ready to steal it dry with a smile and without making a sound.After taking your bag, hearing your papa sad complaint that with your extraordinary talent he will not have a warrant to put on their wall, you leave for the port. 

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The place was busy and noisy, many varieties of boat were leaving or arriving and the common sense of communication seemed to yell at each other, creating a brouhaha who gave Sanji a headache. As if he already had one at guiding Usopp and Zoro charging the crate of fresh provisions, while trying to stop Luffy from opening them and serving himself. Securing the rope of the last barrel, he heard a feminine voice.

“ I’m sorry sir, is that yours ? “

Turning himself to face you, his breath stayed stuck in his throat as you beauty caught him unguard. Sure, he had seen beautiful women pass the door of the Barratie and Nami in herself was a perpetual sunrise. But you, was a true vision. Sadly, the handkerchief in your hand wasn’t his and as stupid as it seems he was almost jealous of the mysterious owner. 

“ I...Hello Madam, I'm almost sorry that isn’t mine, but I would gladly help you if you need help returning it to its owner. You know... keeping you company during this kind quest “ He offered, tittling his head, his seductive smile already spreading his lips.

“ Y/N, didn’t we agree that you will not steal something from us, give it back to him, Sanji is our cook “ Nami joyfully yells from the Going Merry upper deck rail. 

“ Y/N, you made it ! “ Luffy joined, two pieces of bread in his hand. “ Sanji, it’s Y/N, she will go with us now “

“ Sorry Nami, I didn’t know ! Hi Luffy “ You replied, the tissue disappearing in your pocket as you pulled out Sanji’s golden lighter. “ Sorry for that…nice to meet you “ You smiled in front of his surprised face. Taking back his property, putting it back in his pocket, trying to understand at which moment you could have taken it without him noticing. 

“ Y/N, what a pretty name. I’m Sanji “ He introduced himself, your soft smile making him weak in the knees. “ May I offer you to help you come aboard “ 

“ I will be fine thank you, I grew up on a ship. I was kind of a small pirate princess. “ You confessed, climbing the ramp leading to the lower deck. 

“ Princess indeed suits you, you seem straight from a fairy tale “ Sanji flirts, following you, saving ,as he passes alongside Luffy, one of the small breeds. 

“ You have a hell of a silver tongue, be careful that nobody tries to steal it “ You joked. 

“ If I could, I would gladly give it to you “ He sweetly said, trying to help you with your bag. “ Sadly it would mean never tasting food so it was kind of a disadvantage for my job.”

Laughing, you made your way to the cabin where you put down your bag. 

“ What food do you like ? “ He asked, eager to know more about you “ I can do everything you want “

“ No offense,but, from the cook of a pirate ship, I doubt it. My father had kidnapped a reputable chef who had stayed in our crew until they retired. I never tasted food like his after that.” 

“Test me “ He replied, an amused smile on his lips. 

To his surprise, your response to his usual question wasn’t any basic dishes and would truly be worth it to be served in a five star restaurant. No meat directly in the bones or rice ball. But an actual meal who’s will required him to work his skill for hours to obtain the perfect result. And you wouldn’t stop at the main course, telling him stories of delicate desserts you had eaten.

It was that moment that Sanji knew that you were made for each other. Sure, you weren't the only woman with a delicate palate in all the east blue. But even if his talent in the kitchen wasn’t contested, he wanted you to enjoy his version of those dishes and forget all the memories of those lower poor attempts( in his opinion) you had before. And if at the same time he could win you over with his charm additionned to his food, it would even be better. 

It was on that base that he was starting his crusade. Months passed without you even being impressed by his effort. Sure you had been surprised that he was a great cook, but that was all. Days after days, he made for your favorite meals and dishes Zeff would never allow past the door of the Baratie kitchen, judging it too fancy for his clientèle.

If you go on a mission or just a resupply in an island, the man would come back to you, a flower bouquet bought or handmade in hand, every time different flowers that he proclaimed knew the significance. And, each time, the flower was an affirmation of his affection.  He even went to give you a small pendant of a golden rose.  

It wasn’t that you didn’t acknowledge his effort or his affection. His cooking was impeccable and yes, even better than you had previously tasted. But, even if you think it was indeed sweet that he always tries to prove himself to you, you couldn’t stop yourself to think that you could have stolen every one of those gifts he gave you. And, if it's that easy to steal, will you really settle for some easy stuff. Weren't you worth at least a or many treasure chests?

It didn’t take long, in a strange way, for you to have your answer.

You had been sent, in the cover of the night, in a stealing or like Luffy prefer to call it, a rescue artifact mission. The mayor of the village you currently stop at asks the straw hat crew for help and there you are, tip-toeing in the almost deserted rival ship, while the others were distracting the crew at the tavern or had your back walking the dock. Even if, when you had left a few minutes ago, Zoro and Sanji were more into annoying each other, than looking at the horizon for possible danger. 

The ship was mostly in the dark, helping you as much as causing you troubles. The only sound you could hear, beside the wave crashing slowly against the hull, was a distante snoring you couldn’t exactly pinpoint in the many rooms you had to explore. 

You could never have expected that it was in fact not a snore you had heard but the noise of the machine guarding the many treasure chests and the precious artifact.

Entering the room, you couldn’t believe your luck. Everywhere you were looking, open treasure chests full of gold and jewels were calling for you, making you put your guard down. Grabbing the golden statue, you didn’t notice the noise becoming slightly louder as you put a handful of coins in your pocket. 

“ Y/N ! Where are you ?! We have to go, it's bad ! “ You heard Sanji, somewhere behind you, his footsteps like he was running.

“ Sanji ? Lower your voice you will wake the sleepy dude somewhere “ You order him, seeing him pass the door.

“ We have to get out now ! It’s not a snore, it's the ship blocking every exit. When I came in, the hull was already covered in metal.” He explained. 

“ Shit, it must be something I miss when I check the security...okay okay, hm...take the handle of this chest, I take the other and we can go” You said, already moving to the larger one. 

“ What, no we don’t have time for this, we have to go now ! “ He repeat, looking at you confused that you didn’t take more seriously the closing ship problem. 

“ Sanji, look at all this gold. I don’t go without it, it could be insanity” You said, confusing yourself that he can’t understand that. “ If you don’t want to fine, I will take it by myself.”

“ Y/N, I don’t leave you behind and that gold is too heavy we have to go, now “ He still patiently tries to make you understand, advancing his hand to reach yours. 

“ Think of all the things we could do with that much gold, the quality ingredient you can buy “ 

“ Not if we are caught there and killed. You worth for me way more than that gold and ingredient, Y/N Please “ He pleaded, taking your free hand. “ Let’s go “

His words at first shock you, after all knowing your worth and not settling for less was almost the motto in your family. But, you had to admit it was right, all the gold was way too heavy and you couldn’t do anything with it if you end up being caught. It was then, still unsure that you took his hand, the artifact in your bag, you ran until you could see the star above your head. 

Few hours later, as the villagers were celebrating the return of their precious idol, you find a quiet place on the beach, admiring the stars and waves crashing on the sand. You had heard his footsteps coming your way, recognizable by his controlled but relaxed rhythm, but, you choose to not let him know, you gaze still lost in the wave. 

“ Still think about all the gold ? “ Sanji asked, taking a seat by your side. “ I know it isn’t even a quarter but it’s still gold. “ 

Turning your head, you notice the golden lighter in his hand, the same you had stolen from him the first day. But, your interest toward it has changed, his strange words earlier had stuck a sensible cord changing for you a lot of thought when it came to him. 

“ Did you mean it ? What you told earlier “ You asked. “ About me worthing more that all that gold” 

“ Of course “ He replied, putting back the lighter in his pocket seeing you hadn’t any interest in it. “ You’re more precious to me than those things. Sure I could have bought many high quality items for my kitchen and cooked dishes with five star ingredients.But it wasn't worth it if it put you in danger and resulted in you not being there anymore to enjoy those meals.” 

All your life, gold and treasure had always been given to you on a platter and your stealing service had usually been discussed with a large sum of Berries at the end. Then, the fact that Sanji wasn’t interested in either your talent or the gold but simply in you, was truly shocking to your core. 

Turning your gaze on him, seeing him, with the light of the moon illuminating his features gently, you smiled. 

“ I knew I should have stolen that silver tongue of yours” You joked, your heartbeat taking a faster beat.  

" I’m still afraid I still need it to pre-taste the food, but I gave my heart in exchange” He offered, happily watching you chuckle to his cheesy line. 

“ Fine, I accept the trade “ You answer finally “ But I still expected high quality meal “ 

“ Of course my Princess, I would never give you less than the best, ” Sanji replied, his adoration gaze fixed on you. After all, for him, you’re the most precious thing in the world.  

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Hi! May I request a fluff fic featuring older Alicent in love with a female reader? I want to see her happy and gay ❤️

Her Savior — Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Words: 2k

Pairings: Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader, Implied/Referenced Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warnings: Fluff, hero worship?, One curse word

Hi!! You and me both, anon. Alicent deserves happiness in her life.

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“Where is Queen Alicent?”

“The Queen is in her bedchambers, my lady. She sent Ser Criston to seek you out. Did he not get to you?”

You could assume he did not bother to look. There was likelihood that a part of it was an effect of your doing. Last time he located your locus, you were in the middle of an outburst, going as far as to threatening to dismiss him from the kingsguard if he doesn’t leave you alone.

Criston is not afraid of you, only of Alicent’s wrath if she finds you unhappy. You could give out an effortlessly implicit disapproval of Criston’s abilities and Alicent would ship him back to Dorne in a blink of an eye due to her rising power.

You had met Alicent after Rhaenyra’s wedding – a time where Alicent greatly needed someone. No one thought her and Rhaenyra would fall apart. They were two peas in a pod, sharing a relationship some could go as far to assume was more than just a friendship. Carefree girls who had it all before the expectations from their fathers came piling in. Due to the world not willing to witness women assuming power despite not having a man by their side, it decided to pull them apart; their relationship classified as collateral damage.

During the wedding, a servant stumbled on your dress, spilling three cups worth of wine onto it while you were giving your congratulations to the princess and her future king consort. Alicent, drawn by your presence, offered to aid you in restoring your dress to its former glory in the borders of her room.

You had been distrustful of her kindness, believing there was a secret ploy to gain your house’s support. When you found her motives to be sincere, you let yourself bring your guard down.

Your relationship evolved from there, Alicent understanding Rhaenyra’s wont for breaking the rules in favor of gaining freedom as it grew. Alicent would not apprise you of her consideration in the past of declaring war against Rhaenyra, planning to execute her actions to get Aegon on the throne when Viserys inevitably passes for the reason that you already unintentionally subdued her fear that Rhaenyra will put her children to the sword, averting her feelings of hatred and taking her time to convert it into devotion for you.

The rest is history.

You blow out the fire of the remaining candles in your chambers. Though you don’t give a response, you recognize your handmaiden’s query. Being familiar with your silence, she escorts you to the queen’s resting room.

Criston, who was guarding Alicent’s doors, bows his head. “My lady.”

“Ser Criston.” You answered.

He steps aside to let you in, blocking the pathway for your handmaiden. As insufferable as he could be sometimes, Criston would protect your secrets because he is loyal to Alicent, the woman who gave him a chance to begin again.

You could not comprehend the uncanny arrangement your queen and this knight have going on. However, you appreciated Alicent’s flair for securing allies. Criston is a great fighter. You would count on him to defend Alicent if it ever came down to it.

Whilst Criston closes the door to offer you privacy, you feel a pang of guilt hit your chest as you see Alicent curled up into a chair, asleep. She has not changed out of her dress. Your brows furrow together, eyes flitting to the small table beside her, where you’d hold your own makeshift feasts during the hour of ghosts.

Currently it is the hour of the eel, past dinnertime. A plate hangs near the edge, in danger of falling. It housed your favorite meal. Most of the plates on the table did, the rest of it were Alicent’s. Poor furniture was overflowing with dishes that were untouched! As if you thought you couldn’t feel any guiltier, it dawned on you that Alicent planned to have dinner together.

“Fuck.” You clenched your jaw, angered by your own stupidity for not checking in earlier.

It was too late to wake Alicent. You don’t want to disturb her sleep. She has barely gotten rest these past few days because of Viserys needing her assistance, growing weaker by the day. You make a mental note to arrive back here in the early morning to apologize to Alicent and make sure she eats well.

For the moment, you’ll grant her rest. Moving to Alicent’s bed that accommodated her blanket, you take the fabric in your hands, commending the smoothness of it – the finest silk for the finest queen in Westeros – before putting it on Alicent deliberately. You tuck the edges of the blanket congruously so she won’t get cold later on followed by placing a good night’s kiss on her temple.

Just as you attempt to turn away, Alicent wakes.

“Leaving already, lover?” She muses, voice groggy from sleep.

“Apologies for my tardiness, my love.” Knowing Alicent, she would not go back to sleep when disturbed. There was no point in convincing her. You’ve tried to persuade her during similar positions in the past. Needless to say, you will never try again.

Alicent blinks, folding the blanket serenely like she could care less about your apology. “You came. It’s all that matters.”

You grab the blanket from Alicent, putting it back to the bed where it belonged. Still feeling bad about the whole ordeal, you attempt to ask for forgiveness one more time. “Ali…”

“Y/n.” She says in that authoritative tone she utilizes with her subjects to focus their attention to her point. “We will speak no more of it.”

“I’m beginning to get distraught. You’re starting to sound like Viserys.”

“You could say that, yeah.” Alicent is quite chipper even with you jabbing her with a joke that she normally would have felt insulted by. “Since you’ve graced me with your presence, do you mind if we eat now? Though, I should tell you. Food’s slightly cold.”

You hummed, planting yourself on a stool facing Alicent.

“I don’t mind.”

“Good.”

You ate in quietude; Alicent’s chamber was noiseless, but not uncomfortable. This is what you two needed after a day overflowing with endless conversations befitting of your roles in society – a moment of peace.

From time to time, silence is good regardless of how long it lasts.

Alicent sets her fork downward, wiping her mouth with a clean white cloth, a sign that she plans to tell you something. “Aemond got along with his brother and Rhaenyra’s children today, can you believe it?”

You chuckle, “No, but that’s progress, right?!” Avowedly, you were elated for Aemond. It was not so long ago that Aegon put Jace and Luke up to getting Aemond a pig. The Pink Dread, they called it. You are aware because you were there per Aemond’s request, him having listened to Helaena in the early morning during one of her mumblings about something cryptic as usual.

Aegon, Jace, and Luke were reprimanded by you as you were the only person not of the Targaryen blood that could do such a thing without repercussions. Alicent considered you family, so you were an extension of the Targaryens in people’s eyes.

You were also there to stop Aemond from risking his life just so he could prove himself, reassuring him that he will have a dragon someday.

“I have you to thank for that.” Alicent reached for your hand on the table, caressing your knuckles softly.

“How did I partake in this, if I may ask?” You questioned.

“Jace told me that you said ‘Aemond is of your blood. You lot are Targaryens. If you cannot manage to look out for each other, the house of the dragon will tear itself apart. You all know that you are stronger when united. You must work through your differences. Sooner than late, you’ll have to fight against whoever dares to tear your family asunder. When the time comes, the realm will need four princes to keep everything together. That is your responsibility.’ That seemed to be enough to get their heads straight. Today, they all conspired to make Criston’s day miserable. It was bad for Criston, but good for the children.”

You grinned, glad to hear the news. You’d tell the boys you are proud of them in the morrow as well as to give your thanks for making Criston’s life worse. You don’t know why, but something about him leaves you feeling on edge. “There may be hope for them yet.” You teased.

“They listen to you.”

“Mhm.” You confirmed.

“And they value your counsel like you are also their mother.”

“Alicent, that is not what I had intended…” You trailed off, trying to retract your hand, thinking you overstepped your boundaries with her children. To your surprise, Alicent only held onto it tighter. She didn’t want to let you go.

Alicent’s eyes held no antipathy, seeming like her affection expanded upon observing how well you got along with her children. You’ve been a parental figure in their lives, stepping up in the shoes Viserys should have filled. Every milestone, you were there, not missing out on anything.

Your heart skipped a beat when Alicent pressed her lips against yours to hush your train of thought. Closing your eyes to relish in the warmth that was Alicent, your hands come up to place themselves on her cheeks. Even after all these years, Alicent still felt like coming home after a long journey. If she was a god, you would worship the ground she walks on because for you, Alicent is heaven. Your oasis.

At the end of the night, near the conclusion of reading Alicent a passage from your favorite tale, bodies pressed beside each other for warmth, your dark-haired lover sneaks a hand around your waist while your fingers brush over her back in a soothing manner.

You were close to falling asleep when Alicent murmurs, “You saved me.”

You studied Alicent’s expression but she did not give anything away, “How so?”

“You led me out of a path of hatred. If we didn’t meet, no doubt I’d be a disparate person.” Alicent smiles gently, “You would not like me.” She adds.

“Nonsense. I’d love you still. Whichever version that may be.” You dismiss.

“Even if I have gone mad?” She asks with her voice so small it made you want to put her in your pocket to cherish forever.

“Even if you’ve gone mad.” You certify.

“Will you still love me if you found out that I tried to wage war on Rhaenyra?”

“What kind of – yes, I would.”

“Good because I did try it.”

“Alicent!”

“It was a long time ago. I’ve gotten over it after I fell in love with you.” She exclaims defensively, surprising herself as well when she admitted her former plans to you when she vowed not to.

“How long ago?”

“During her wedding.”

“Okay, well, since you don’t hate her now, I suppose it’s alright.” You breathe out, seeking to imagine a life where Alicent and Rhaenyra did not reconnect but you couldn’t picture it in your mind. It was inconceivable.

“If I was a dragon, would you love me?”

“Of course. Dragons are marvelous.”

“How about if I stole ancient relics for a living?”

“Darling, let’s go to bed.”

“No. Answer my question first.”

“Sure.”

Alicent wriggles herself out of your hold. “That’s all you can say? ‘Sure’?” She asks incredulously.

You attempt to pull her back to you, “I love you, Ali. You know that.”’

“What if I was dirt in your foot? Would you love me then?” Her arms are crossed, pretending to sound upset.

Fortunately, you were familiar with her capers. She needs assurance, is all. Not giving Alicent a choice, you embrace her with a strong grip that she cannot get out of yet still allowing her space to breathe. The succeeding hours of conversation ensued all the way until the sun began to shine. You filled Alicent’s ears with sweet words that you candidly meant until she was content. Alicent values honesty as much as she values you. Your sayings were true at heart. Alicent could listen to your voice all day but she has a query directed to herself that appears regularly, looming in the back of her mind.

How did I get so lucky?

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hi, i love your writing, can't wait to read more of it! may i request a spicy prompt with Din (🌶 55)? i feel like it would suit an enemies to lover/sex pollen story, but it's up to you, do what you want, go crazy ;) thank you so much!

Ask and ye shall receive my dear anon. 

Cruelty

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K+ (of filth!!!!) 

Summary: The Mandalorian was a fearsome bounty hunter. You knew this better than anyone. What you didn’t know how cruel the man could be… especially on a night you drank something you weren’t suppose to and fall to your knees before him. 

A/N: Thank you for the submission! The prompt you selected is bolded in the fic. Seriously y’all I need to go to confession after this… Also, wrote this like a mad-woman. Brace yourselves.  

Warnings: Smut🔥, 18+ Only, language, alcohol, thigh riding, masturbation, bit of degradation, dirty talk (purr), Din Djarin (need I say more?)

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You fucked up. 

Truly and royally fucked up. 

He told you not to drink the offering during this harvest celebration.

Mando ordered many things: take care of the kid, stay in line, fix his wounds, keep to the ship, and so on. You were his bounty at one point, on the run from Crimson Dawn after stealing expensive medical supplies. On the day of your capture, his little, green child defended you, and that was the end his pursuit.

You eventually grew to love the kid while loathing his that metal bastard of a father. He tolerated you on his ship ever since then, allowing you a much needed hideaway from the gang members hunting you. 

Tonight was the first time in a long time you were permitted to get off the ship to source medical supplies. The village on this Outer Rim planet was kind enough to let you both stay for a meal. Their people were celebrating a harvest, and their culture demanded all who entered their lands to partake in the celebration. 

Mando looked ominous in the firelight at the start of the celebration, the flames dancing on his beskar. The kid was tucked away on the Crest, locked and shielded from the sounds of this jubilation. As the night continued, you were offered the most glorious food ever. People were laughing, the songs grew louder, and people began dancing. You didn’t even feel the cup entering your hand until you heard a local whispering in your ear to drink. With no beskar in your line of sight, you tossed its contents back in one swig. 

The drink was the best thing you had ever tasted in your entire life. 

The lights grew brighter, the sound was louder, and your blood began to sing. Everything was perfect. You felt perfect. This was possibly the best night of your entire life. Somewhere along the way, as you spun, looking up at the sky, a hand encircled your waist, drawing you into a dance. Maker, did it feel good. They were warm, and their hands encircled your waist, pulling you into their front. When their breath hit your neck, you couldn’t help but lean into their touch even more-

Cold air hit your body, and the sensation of warmth was gone. 

A familiar, frigid warrior stood before you with your dance partner on the ground. 

And he was seething. 

“We’re leaving,” Mando growled, dragging you away from the merriment of the fire. 

The grip on your elbow sent a jolt down your spine as he pulled you through the tree line. Mando had touched you before. Most notably, when capturing you that first time, pinning you to the ground with a blaster to your head. How could you forget?  A few weeks ago, he nearly strangled your shoulder when you cauterized the blaster to burn his forearm.

Instead of the pain that usually laced his touch, all you felt was a pleasure. 

Kriff. 

“What the fuck were you doing?” He hissed, coming to a stop once you were out of sight from the village. He towered over you, his helmet tipping down. You could feel his anger burning through your eyes like a brand. 

“Answer me,” he commanded, tugging you to his chest by your arm.

Wrong move. You couldn’t contain the gasp escaping your lips. The metal was unbearably cold against the warmth of the fire still lingering on your skin.

He halted as you breathed hotly against his armor. You were flushed, sweat coating your skin. But, Maker, the coolness of his armor boiled you much more than that person by the fire. 

“You drank it,” he snarled. “Didn’t you?”

You couldn’t speak without fear of moaning, shaking against him instead. You were hot all over, the effects of the drink truly now settling in. Then, like a blaster shot, your vision morphed, and your mind screamed one objective and only that. 

You wanted him. 

By the Maker, you wanted him.

You gasped for air as he cocked his head to the side. Maker, you needed to touch him. With a shaky hand, you pressed it to his helmet. It felt like ice under your skin. He pushed you away as if you had burned him. You fell to your knees. The cold ground felt nothing like his body against yours. You whimpered, head lolling down. 

“P-please,” you begged. The heat began to burn now like you were on fire. You felt yourself crawl. Sith’s hell, you were crawling to him like a cat in heat. You didn’t care, trying your best not to whine as you felt your legs squeeze against your aching sex. 

You finally were at his feet, and as you brushed both hands against his thighs, you could have sworn he leaned into the touch.

You were dying as he looked down at you. At this moment, all sanity left your head. 

“Please… what?” he asked. 

You shook violently, the tears in your eyes spilling over. You wanted him against you, in you, on you… you didn’t care so long as he was here with you, taking you with him. 

“Mando,” you pleaded. It felt like a prayer on your lips, and he was the answer to it. 

Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground by him, backing you against a tree. Mando crowded you, suffocating away the moonlight pushing through the trees. The bark at your back didn’t bite as his hands lifting you up from the waist, shoving a cool, metal thigh between your legs. He lifted you like you were nothing and held your weight without even an extra gasp of air. The metal against your hot core shot through up your spine. The pleasure was unbearable as your hand shook against the tree. You gazed at him through wide eyes as you tried to catch your breath. 

You tugged him forward, needing his body against you, but he remained fixed as a statue. You needed him to continue, to answer your prayer that you begged on that forest ground. Instead, Mando just held you there, watching you come more and more undone without even moving a muscle.

He cocked his head to the side. “Go on then.”

The sweat poured down your temple into the hollowness of your neck. You couldn’t think past the coldness seeping through your sex, needing more. He looked down to where his leg jutted between your thighs, one hand holding your hip and the other braced against the tree. 

“It’s my thigh or nothing,” he murmured darkly, the helmet returning its gaze to you. “I’m not helping you get off.”

You loathed him. 

You despised him.

The Mandalorian was the cruelest being you had ever known in your entire life. Worst than every person who wanted you dead. He held you there, offering you every chance of release you begged for, yet dangling your humiliation for it. The ache crushing your bones demanded release, and you were past caring whatever twisted game he was playing. 

He expected you to rut against him fast and hard. Fuck that. You may be out of your mind in need of him, but you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction he craved at your undoing. 

Instead, with the most control you felt all night, you slowly slid your hands up the front of his armor to grip the fabric of his armor-weave by his neck. He stood so still as you gripped the material, heat radiating through it. Then, ever so gently, you rocked your pelvis into the curve where his hip met your thigh. You gasped at the cool and hard sensation. The feeling radiated from your clit up your spine. Pleasure beyond words cascaded through your body. 

More. 

You needed more. 

You rocked again, moaning openly this time. 

The grip on your hip tightened.

You continued to rock into him at a slow and steady pace, the hardness of his armor coaxing the sweetest pleasure throughout your body. You were soaked, feeling your slickness run down to the metal. He remained fixed in his place, the grip of your hip never faltering. You knew the pressure would leave bruises tomorrow. You didn’t care. The pain mixed with pleasure was like a drug.

You gripped your hands harder around his shoulders, shaking as you arched your back while you continued to ride him. This new angle as your hips move back and forth over him was delicious. You  felt the metal bushing against the opening of your core. 

“Mando,” you breathed, brows pinching together. You were so close now, rocking into him like an animal as you chased the pleasure he coaxed from your core. You shut your eyes, imaging him beneath you with his cock inside your sex. Mando shuddered for the first time all night but didn’t say a word as you ran towards that cliff he was pushing you towards. 

That hand on the tree now grasped your jaw open, forcing you to open your eyes. You moaned so loud that you were sure the village could hear you.  The helmet was trained on you as you watched yourself come more undone in its reflection. You were a wreck. Cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, and mouth parted so wide. You didn’t care so long as he kept his thigh between your legs. 

“You like fucking my thigh, sweet one?” He asked. 

You shuddered and keened as his grip on your jaw tightened. You’ve seen him kill with these hands. He had thrown bounties into carbonate with these hands. You would gladly die here with his hand on your jaw and the other on your back.

“Look at you,” he breathed. Maker, you had never heard that sound comes from him before.

His hand at your waist now pressed the arch of your back, pushing you harder on his thigh. The precipice now stood before you as you rocked your hips deeply unto his thigh. The sound of your sex on the metal was loud. His breath was loud now, too, through the voice modulator.

“Cum for me, sweet one,” he growled. 

The timbre of his voice pushed you to release. You came hard on his thigh, the sound of moans piercing the night air. He held you as you rid your high on his leg, thighs shaking so much it hurt. He held you as you rutted against him until you couldn’t, the weight of your body finally collapsing against his check. You had never orgasmed like that in your entire life. Whatever you drank that boiled your blood had finally ebbed, all while draining the very energy out of you.

He said nothing as you slid off his thigh… No comment or jib at the slickness coating the beskar as he picked you up, tucking you into his arms. 

Oblivion waited for you as your eyes shut, but not before he murmured. “Next time, sweet one, I won’t be as kind.”

As the darkness took over, you liked the sound of that promise. 

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Song from the Sea (5) (End)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Greyjoy! • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: mention of sex, fluff]

[description: Aemond and Aegon arrive in the Iron Islands, to confirm the arrangements made years ago and the marriage of Lord Greyjoy's daughter to Aemond. (Anon Request) During a break on a long journey, at one of the taverns Aegon drags him to, Aemond meets a woman, who will change his life forever. (Anon Request) Smut, angst, sexual tension, domination.]

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Aemond tossed and turned throughout the night, waking and falling into a deep, restless sleep alternately. He wasn't used to having someone lying so close to him, pressed against his body, her intense scent arousing him, and not letting him fall asleep in peace.

Once in a while, he would open his eye, to see her relaxed face, dreaming peacefully, her partially exposed breasts rising and falling steadily.

There was something reassuring about the sight, the sense, that this could be their life. He did not expect, that his future wife would be able to arouse his desire. That he'll like, what he sees in front of him. Looking at her now, he no longer felt anger or frustration. He closed his eye, trying to fall asleep again.

Deep sleep came only in the morning, when the sun was slowly rising. He heard the sailors already running around the ship above them. He muttered, trying not to focus on their loud screams, burying his face in her hair, hugging her back slightly.

He heard her slowly start to rise. His hand tightened on her nightgown, when he made a long growl from his chest, clearly dissatisfied. He heard her smile at the sound.

"I have to go up. The captain needs me." She said softly, he could feel her looking at him.

"Tell him, that you'll spend the morning with your husband." He hummed low, half asleep.

It took him a moment to open his eye, swallowing hard, feeling a cold sweat on his back, realizing, what he had just said. He heard her shift uneasily in her seat, surprised.

"I can't. Husband." She whispered the last words in such a way, that heat ran through his body. Embarrassed by his appearance, he didn't respond to her words and released her, turning his back on her.

"I'll be up soon." He spoke low, impassive. He shivered as her hand gently stroked his back.

"All right." She said softly and stood up, quietly opening the door and closing it behind her.

Only then did he turn onto his back and rub his hand across his face. After what they'd done, what they'd said to each other, he had to remind himself, that they were only engaged. He shouldn't talk to her like that, much less fuck her. He sighed heavily, knowing, that he wouldn't fall asleep again.

He came out on deck after a few minutes. He saw with surprise, that the sky was cloudless, the sun shining on the horizon, rising slowly, the sea calm around them. He saw Lady Greyjoy, talking quickly about something with the other man, who had accompanied her to the inn at the time, bald and all tattooed, an earring in his ear.

When they saw him, they stopped talking, and he felt uneasy at the thought. He wondered, if they were talking about him and turned away, pressing his lips together. It made him sick to think, that she might have told someone, about what they were doing.

She approached him slowly, her hair partly pinned back, blowing in the light breeze. Her expression, unlike his, was gentle and calm. She even smiled at him, keeping some distance from him, remembering good manners.

"We will have breakfast together with the captain, if you will allow it, my prince." She said contentedly.

My prince. Not my husband.

He thought of her, moaning the words again and again, as he fucked her. As if she wanted to get used to the sound of these words on her tongue, to disenchant them, so that they would not associate her with coercion and betrayal of her father, but with pleasure.

He nodded at her words and they both went to the captain's cabin.

Captain Seray's room was much larger than his. There was a table in the middle, on which were spread out maps, goblets, rum bottles and books. Everything in the room seemed to be arranged chaotically and without order. He saw, that there were also metal plates and tankards, in bowls pickled cucumbers, herrings, cabbage and other dishes, that had no right to spoil at sea.

Captain Seray stood up, reaching out to them, kissing Lady Greyjoy on the cheek. He didn't dare touch Aemond, only nodded at him, inviting him to the table with his hand, his expression good-natured and coarse. He sat down heavily, on the other side of the table, placing his hands on his rather large stomach, reaching for a large jug of wine.

"We're not going to drink rum for breakfast!" He laughed low, pouring himself a cup full. Aemond stared at it blankly, trying not to show his embarrassment.

Lady Greyjoy rose, taking the pitcher from the captain, pouring herself some wine, but much less than him. She handed it to him, and he looked at her, surprised. The captain laughed at his expression.

"No one will serve you here, my prince." He said gently.

Aemond gritted his teeth, as he took the jug from her and poured himself more wine, than usual. He figured, that if he was going to get through this breakfast without offending anyone, he needed more alcohol. He set the pitcher down on the table with a loud noise, and Lady Greyjoy and the captain exchanged a knowing glance across the table.

The captain helped himself to a few herrings and easily tore a large loaf of bread, immediately stuffing a piece into his mouth. He had enough tact to swallow what he ate first, and then speak. He washed down his mouthful with a great bow of wine and set his goblet down on the table, sighing contentedly.

"How did you sleep, my prince? I hope you didn't suffer any inconvenience." He said, wiping his white mustache and beard from the last drops of wine. Aemond stared at him impassively. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Lady Greyjoy had put a few things on her plate and decided he would take the same as hers.

"Very well, thank you." He said matter-of-factly, taking a piece of dried ham into his mouth. It was terribly salty, but upon further reflection, he found it surprisingly tasty.

“Your wife-to-be has never given up her cabin to anyone else. It's been hers since she was eight." Said Captain Seray, amused, Lady Greyjoy laughed lightly at his words as she continued eating. “She snuck onto my ship under the cover of night. By the time we discovered she was on board, we were too far from the Iron Islands to turn back."

He thought, glancing at her thoughtfully, that he had been little older than her, when he had snuck out of the palace after Laena Velaryon's death, to tame Vhagar. The first time he mounted her great back, he felt the wind in his hair and the blood rushing through his veins, as she flew high in the air. He lowered his gaze at the thought, that he was taking everything she loved from her.

"Tomorrow we will reach the port, where we are to pick up the goods, after which we will return to the Iron Islands." He continued, and Lady Greyjoy pursed her lips, looking down, swallowing silently the bite, that she had just taken into her mouth.

When they left the captain's cabin, they hardly spoke to each other. His wife commanded part of the crew and kept the course on track, and he wasn't going to disturb her, recognizing, that since it was her last voyage, he will let her use it, as she wished. He went below deck and delved into the book, that he had started reading the day before. Once in a while, though, he would break away from her, to glance out the small window.

He wondered, how she would find herself in King's Landing. It worried him more and more, that her role and what was expected of her, might overwhelm her. She was a traveler, a free spirit, not a lark in a gilded cage like most of the ladies, that he knew. He was afraid, that in confinement, she would slowly wither and die. He thought that, in fact, she would have no one there, but him.

She spent the next nights in his cabin, in his bed. Even though they didn't talk all day, it was only when she lay naked beneath him, that she moaned sweetly words, that made him hot, all he wanted to hear. She called him her husband, her dragon, her king, driving him crazy, making his fingers clench tighter around her sticky, hot body.

Each time he came deep inside her. He thought, that he wouldn't be surprised, if she found out, that she was already bearing his child. The thought of his offspring in her womb filled him with pride. He wondered, what kind of mother she would be and what kind of father he would be. He pursed his lips at the thought, that she might die in childbirth, the first wife of his father.

She let him fall asleep, with his face pressed against her chest. She wrapped her arms around his head, enclosing him in the warm, secure embrace of her body. She would stroke his hair then, humming a calm, nautical tune, and he, to his own surprise, fell asleep almost immediately, waking up only in the morning.

He saw a change in her demeanor on the last day of their journey. She left his cabin before he woke up. At breakfast she was pale and didn't speak much, locked up in her own world. He thought, that he felt sorry for her, but he couldn't find any words of comfort for her. When she saw the Iron Islands on the horizon, she turned her head and went below without a word.

As they moored to shore, he saw out of the corner of his eye, that Captain Seray walk over to her, taking her hands in his. He gave her his compass, speaking quickly, and she burst into soft sobs. Several other men came up to her, embracing her, apparently saying goodbye. Aemond looked down, knowing, that he was the cause of it all, but he couldn't help it.

He invited her to come with him to King's Landing on Vhagar, but she refused. She preferred to go on a ship, to look at the sea. He was disappointed by her answer, but he understood and respected her decision. He bid her a courteous farewell, knowing, that he wouldn't see her for weeks.

When Aemond returned to the Red Keep, he couldn't find himself. A few days on the ship had completely changed him, making local gossip, fawning lying lords and chattering ladies more irritating, than usual. He felt like an actor in a theater, feeling, that nothing around him was real. He thought, surprised, that he wished she had come sooner, than planned.

Even though he didn't have to, he had been waiting for her at the dock with Ser Criston on the day she arrived. Ser Criston had tried to question him about his future wife, as had his mother, but they had gotten no response from him. He didn't want to talk to them about it.

He felt his heart beat faster, when he saw her. She wore an ornate, black coat and long, black pants, her hair braided back in a fancier hairstyle than usual. She walked slowly down the plank to the shore, looking at her husband uncertainly. He saw, that she was pale. That she's afraid. His chest tightened at the thought.

"My Lady." He spoke low and bowed his head slightly, as did Criston.

"My prince." She said softly, lowering her eyes, as she bowed to him. He thought, that he didn't recognize her. That her fire was slowly fading before his eyes.

The three rode on horseback towards the Red Keep, crowds of curious onlookers flocked to see her. She heard their whispers and cries, some praising her father, others calling him a traitor and a self-proclaimed king.

She looked down at the insults, Aemond looking at her out of the corner of his eye. When they reached the keep, Lady Greyjoy dismounted with an easy, light movement, not even waiting for someone to come to her aid. Aemond smiled at the sight.

"This way, my lady." He said calmly, motioning with his head for her to follow him.

They passed the corridors and cloisters of the Red Keep, filled with lords and ladies waiting to see her. To see if the legends of the bearded, huge, muscular Iron Women are true.

He saw the disappointed looks of the daughters of the great lords, as they saw, that she looked completely normal, and moreover, her face, body and hair looked pleasant, to say the least.

In accordance with the wishes of his parents, he brought her to them first. The king could barely get up, so he just sat, but the queen got up as soon, as she saw them, spreading her arms in front of the terrified girl, embracing her tightly.

"My sweet girl. It's wonderful, that you managed to arrive. I hope, that your journey went smoothly." She said, letting go of her. Lady Greyjoy nodded, trying to smile.

"Thank you, my queen. Yes, the trip was very pleasant.” She said softly, her hands clasped in front of her, her face pale. The queen motioned for two girls, who were standing by the wall, to come over to her.

“These are Lena and Anya, your servants. They will be at your call and will show you your chamber. All your belongings is waiting for you there. I also gave you some new gowns, that I hope, you will like.”

Lady Greyjoy nodded quickly, swallowing hard, as she glanced uneasily at the two young girls in front of her. Aemond knew, that she understood immediately, that they would be reporting her every move to the queen, but neither he nor she could do anything about it.

She had been put in a cage, his mother had just turned the key in it and had it in her pocket. Whether she wanted it or not, his future wife was no longer a free.

She didn't even glance at him, as she left with her servants. His mother came over to him, clearly pleased, smiling warmly.

"She's a good, humble girl. I heard the Iron Women don't wear any gold or silver jewelry. I think it's wonderful, that you're going to marry a girl, who doesn't care about worldly things or wealth." She said, clearly pleased, stroking his shoulder, as if to comfort him. Aemond only grunted, lost in his own thoughts, and left their chamber with slow, lazy steps.

He didn't know, what to do with himself. He wanted to go and talk to her, but he didn't know about what. There was nothing to add.

He knew, that she was distraught, that her golden cage was breaking her strong spirit more, than any of his biting words. He thought, that the sooner he came to terms with the new situation, the better for her.

He returned to his chamber, sitting in an armchair in front of his fireplace, tired and discouraged. The thought of marrying her didn't scare him that much anymore. What terrified him more, was the thought of her becoming a living spirit, a dragon, locked for eternity in a dragon pit.

He flinched, as he heard a soft knock on his room. He lowered his hand, that had been stroking his chin, resting it loosely on his armrest.

"Come in." He spoke dryly and loudly, without emotion.

He felt his heart beat harder in his chest, as Lady Greyjoy stepped inside, closing the door quickly behind her. He stared at her, shocked. They both knew, she shouldn't have come to him, that the Red Keep wasn't the Iron Islands, and that any intimacy between them was only allowed, after they were married in the sept.

He couldn't get the words out.

She was dressed in a King's Landing gown, a flowing, yellow dress, that went perfectly with her dark hair and golden eyes, accentuating the soft, pale undertone of her skin. Her hair was partly combed back in a bun. He thought, that she looked surprisingly delicate and beautiful.

He swallowed hard, as she covered her mouth and burst into sobs. He stared at her in pain, breathing heavily, knowing, what had broken her.

It wasn't her.

They dressed her up like a doll.

He got up slowly, with a loud creaking of the wooden armchair and walked over to her, looking at her with an effort of indifference. He nonchalantly wiped a tear from her cheek, looking at her with a stony face.

"You are Iron Woman. Pull yourself together. Give them what they want. Play and pretend." He said calmly, low.

She inhaled sharply, her chest heaving uneasily. She swallowed hard, looking at him with eyes, that made him hot.

"Do you want me to pretend in front of you too, husband?" She asked, hearing the word sent shivers down his spine. His thumb pressed against her lower lip and parted it slightly, revealing her fleshy, wet surface.

“Never.”

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I decided to end here because from the beginning I wanted it to be a mini-series. I think it leaves a pleasantly open ending with the knowledge, that both of them will support each other in these difficult times for her. 😌

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

My Siren Song

Damn it two part anon, you’ve done it again! I kid, I kid, I love your ideas! I get so lost in them that I can’t help but keep writing. So here’s part 1.

Part 2: Sing For You Forever

“2. Pirate!Ace x Mermaid!Reader. Legends say that mermaids are capable of seducing pirates by singing. Ace did not believe that, until he was seduced by reader's voice and got himself head over heels. Nsfw, nsfw, nsfw please, only if you are comfortable. Reader is just a mermaid that loves spending time alone singing to herself under the moon, but she accidentally lures up a pirate, lol. Reader likes hearing stories of Ace's adventures and he likes to listen to her singing and dancing under the moonlight.”

Warnings: mermaid!Reader, 

Word Count: 1880

     There were always so many rumors surrounding merfolk. The men have teeth sharper than a shark’s. Even the ugliest mermaid is more beautiful than an average woman. They can swim faster than any ship on earth. Their scales glow under the moonlight. The males are the strongest creatures alive…. A mermaid’s song can seduce even the strongest willed men, a rumor spoken in hushed, stern tones. Not just a rumor, but a warning. Ace never believed the rumors though. Merfolk hadn’t been seen in ages, many wondered if they even still existed or had ever truly existed at all. Still, the tales and rumors persisted, as if to warn people of a danger that could strike at any moment. It always made Ace roll his eyes. He’d sailed these seas for years and had yet to run into anything even close to a merfolk. Not even a single scale or lock of hair. Did he think they existed? Sure, most sailors did; but at this point they must be hiding so deep in the ocean that no one would ever see one. 

     Leaning against the railing of the ship, Ace sighed. It was another boring night, but he couldn’t sleep so he’d decided to take watch. At least this way, he could stare out at the shimmering waters, the moon’s shimmering light reflected off the surface of the water. A sound hit his ears, one that wasn’t from the waves crashing against the ship, but something different. Like the barest hint of a song. Moving to the bow of the ship, he stared out into the waters, trying to catch more. The further the ship sailed, the louder the singing became. It made his heart pound as he stared out, no longer staring at the waters, but searching, searching for something. His trance was broken as the singing stopped, his head swiveling around, looking for the source of the music. With his heart pounding like this, he had to find it! Glancing back towards the doors that lead below the ship, he bit his lip. He couldn’t put the others in danger, but he had to find the voice and fast! Spotting a cove, his eyes lit up, it must have come from there! The young man had never moved so fast, grabbing his things and a crate of food, he dumped the items into one of the row boats, dropping it into the cold waters below. He had to find where the singing was coming from!

     The ship was well into the distance by the time Ace reached the shores of the cove, but he didn’t care, the singing had started again, luring him closer. Once more in a trance, he drug his boat ashore. They were close, the person singing was so, so close. Brushing some foliage aside, his heart stopped. Sitting on the beach, the waves lapping at a shimmering tail, was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. A sweet melody, like nothing he’d ever heard before, left her lips, her chest rising and falling with every note. He didn’t know how long he stood there just staring at her, how long he just listened to her music, but his heart pounded as he watched her sing. And just like that, he knew he’d do anything for her. Whatever she asked, he would do for her. The warnings that he’d been told were the furthest thing from his mind, all that mattered was the beautiful woman and her singing.

     Face tilted towards the sky, the moon glowing down on you, you let your singing fill the air. It had taken you quite some time to find this place. Other merfolk spoke of the dangers of humans. Violent, horrible creatures who would do anything to capture a mermaid, forcing her to sing for them. While you’d never actually met any humans, you didn’t want to take any chances of being found by one. Few ever sailed close to this cove, particularly at night, not when there were safer routes, making it perfect for your late night trips to the surface. You loved the moon, there was something so magical about it, something so alluring. Sitting on the beach every night, facing the moon as each careful note left your throat. So entranced you were with your singing and the moon, that you didn’t notice the rustling of leaves or the sound of sand shifting under his feet, not until the sand next to you shifted, drawing your attention to the young human male sitting beside you. Looking at him in fear, you immediately stopped singing, trying to scramble away from him.

     “Wait! Please! Don’t stop! Don’t leave!” the man pleaded, reaching a hand out for you, a desperate look in his eyes as he sat on his knees, arm outstretched. The both of you stared at each other, neither of you sure what to say. You were scared; a human, one of the violent, evil creatures, yet he looked at you with such despair, eyes pleading with you to stay. The seconds ticked by, neither of you moving as you stared at each other, his arm still outstretched for you, his other hand buried in the sand, propping him up as you leaned away from him. Lips quivering in fear, you slowly started singing again, the notes coming out in shaking, fearful tones as you both continued staring at each other.

     Your nervous, frightened singing made his heart break; you were terrified. You were terrified of him. He never wanted to be the reason for your fear, for your pain. Ever so slowly, so as to not scare you further, he pulled his hand back, backing up further and further until you were well out of his reach. It made his heart ache to be so far from you, to know that you could jump into the sea and leave him at any moment; that at any second he could lose you, lose you and never see you again. But he didn’t want you to fear him, didn’t want you to see him as something you should fear. So he’d stay back, he’d stay back if it meant you would keep singing. Your voice slowly stopped shaking as he backed away, you could escape him, he was far enough away that you could easily slip back into the waters and get away from him. Yet something stopped you, something kept you where you were, your mouth still open, the melodious sound still filling the air. While his eyes still looked on in despair, he didn’t move. The yearning in every fiber of his being was evident, shaking with the desire to be closer to you, yet holding himself back if you would just stay, if you would just keep singing. It was hesitant, but you slowly inched closer. He’d moved away for you, moved away despite how badly he wanted to be near you, just so you wouldn’t run. 

     Ace’s body trembled, yet not with need or longing, but with adoration and desire. You were so close, just within reach, still watching him warily, but so close he could touch you. The glare of the sun snapped you both out of your thoughts, turning towards the rising orb of light. A splash drew him back to you, panicked as you saw you swimming back out into the waters.

     “PLEASE! Please don’t leave! Come back!” Ace pleaded once more, on his hands and knees as he scrambled towards you, the foamy ocean waters soaking into his pants and rolling over his hand.

     “Tonight.” you said simply before diving beneath the waves, tail shimmering in the sunlight before disappearing. Once more, his body trembled, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, yet he clung to your last word, his only hope, his only lifeline. Tonight. 

     It was well past dark, Ace sitting in the sand, staring hopefully, longingly into the waters as he waited for you. His heart leapt in joy when he saw you surface, bobbing in the water as you swam closer. He didn’t move though, he didn’t want to scare you again. It wasn’t until you were sitting on the beach, tentatively beckoning him towards you that he allowed himself to move, shaking with excitement. Like every night, you turned your head skyward and began to sing, it was softer this time. Most nights your voice carried out across the entire cove, but today it was as if you sang just for him, your voice softer as if to make sure that only he could hear you. 

     Night after night, you visited him, always sitting there singing. No words were exchanged at first, just your voice blessing his soul, sending him tumbling deeper and deeper into the realms of adoration and infatuation. He’d set up a little camp at the edge of the beach, a simple hut but it contained everything he needed. Even once his food ran out, he found the island teaming with life and sustenance. You’d begun coming earlier and staying later, even if you weren’t singing at the time, you stayed. He’d fallen asleep one night to your songs, waking up to find his head on your scaly lap and your fingers in his hair. He’d thought he’d died for a moment. Because such a thing could only happen in heaven, bliss like this could only be found in the graceful arms just past the golden gates. You’d giggled when he’d asked if he was dead. The sound was just as beautiful as your singing to him. Soon you weren’t just coming at night, you would arrive in the afternoon, sing for him for hours and fall asleep on the beach until the early morning, returning to the sea for a few hours before once more surfacing that afternoon. Days, weeks, months, they no longer had any meaning to him, all that mattered was that you came to him each day. 

     He didn’t know how long it was until you began actually talking with him instead of sharing a comfortable silence, asking him to tell you stories of what he’d seen, if humans were truly as cruel as you’d heard. The two of you laughed as you exchanged rumors of the other, some true, some ridiculously false. Laying on the beach once more, he held you close, your head resting on his chest as you both just enjoyed the company and embrace of the other. Neither of you had said it yet, neither of you had dared speak it aloud yet, but you were falling for each other. Not just desire or attraction, but head over… tail in love. In the few hours when you’d once more dip into the depths, you would swim in excited, exuberant circles. Gone just long enough to eat and fetch some things before returning to him. Most of your things had been moved to the depths of the cove. Out of reach of humans, but still close enough to be within easy reach. Your friends still didn’t know about Ace, they’d only lecture you if they did, but you didn’t care. You knew him better than they did, he wasn’t violent or horrible. He was kind and sweet. You had both become the center of each other’s worlds.

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[imthefemalemonster]

idk how much you go for the ship but aegon x rhaenyra? esp if it's one-sided/fantasies on aegon's part, even a drabble would be amazing! love your writing :)

Aaaah I love this pairing anon, I want to write Rhaenyra so bad because she's in my mind 24/7 - Tried something!

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Rhaegon (Rhaenyra x Aegon) Drabble

❥ Basically smut smut smut (bit of fluff, as a treat) \ Aegon has dirty thoughts when he thinks about Rhaenyra so he has to do something about it.

⸻Not really canon compliant, Kisses, Hugs, Hand job, Incest (obviously), Mommy issues/kink (kinda?), Adult versions of characters

Words: 760~

Hope you enjoy it and don’t hesitate to ask for more. ♡ (and thank you so much, it’s so sweet! Doing my best)

Sometimes, Aegon couldn’t tell the difference between being drunk, exhausted, and aroused. Maybe it was the three of them at the same time, maybe only one, maybe two. Maybe he felt drunk on exhaustion or arousal. All that, all those feelings because of one woman. He would think about her daily, hourly, his eyes and mind wandering during dinner, during the day, and especially during the night. Rhaenyra was everywhere in his mind but nowhere around him, and it tortured him. To forget, he would either drink himself to sleep or jerk-off. Sometimes both. He had never really interacted with her, he had never really interacted with anyone from his family apart from hearing his mother’s sermon and his younger brother’s arms around his body to drag him off the streets.

So when night came, he would sit on his bed, head against the headboard, a glass of wine as his only company. He would close his eyes, breathing slowly losing its regularity as his mind wandered darker paths. There was something about her. Maybe it was the jealousy he was feeling toward her children, bastards getting more love and attention he will ever get. She was a mix between tenderness and intransigence which fascinated Aegon as much as it obsessed him. But stroking his cock until exhaustion thinking about her wasn’t enough. He needed to be touched, he craved the physical contact from that one woman who never left his mind.

As night passed, it became boring, frustrating, annoying. Even as hard as he was, he could not just stand here and wait. He needed a good imagination, and a lot of focus. At first he undressed himself, the soft texture of the sheet caressing his pearl white sensitive skin. Body burning hot, it began with hugs and touches. Rhaenyra would sit at his side, with this cold but comforting smirk on her face. She would run her fingers in his hair, hands slowly moving down to his reddened cheeks. Thumbs pressing against the man’s lips, dry, uncontrollable Aegon would moan, melding at the touch. Length hard, shaky hands going from the base to the top, Aegon bit his lips, enjoying the delightful thought. Leaning in, the woman’s delicate touch would send shivers down Aegon’s spine when reaching his neck, fingernails needily scratching the skin. Roaming down his chest, brushing his pink sensitive nipples, he would be panting in seconds, crying out for physical contact.

He thought that Rhaenyra would love teasing him until he felt at his knees begging, and if he could, he would without hesitation. Rubbing his member against her leg like a dog, seeking tenderness and attention from the mother. She wasn’t his, but she felt like one. Strong, loving, delicate, reassuring. He would adore seeing her in a position of power over him. Laid on the bed, she would welcome him close with open arms. His head resting on her breast, thighs still rubbing against her, moaning. She would cup his cheeks, leaning in, pressing a soft but confident kiss on his heated lips. Hard in his hand, erratic movements and noisy pleas, he would imagine her leading those kisses. Biting his lips, finger digging in his cheeks, his necks, leaving marks he hoped would never leave. Licking his lips, pushing against them, he would let her tongue in, swirling around his own, obscene noises of saliva and mouth clashing. Irregular breathing that would mix with the hot bodies and needy cries.

As she raked her nails across his hair, Aegon imagined his own hand being hers. Soft fingers, softer palm. Undoing his pants, freeing the pressure he had inside. Stroking gently but with strong confidence, thumb pressing against the top, playing with the King’s precum until he was just but a sobbing mess. Going from base, to top, harder, faster, he would grind his hips in her touch, fuck himself relentlessly, no shame but only motherly love and passion. Good boy. He dreamt she would whisper in his ear as he was coming inside her hand. Milking him till the last drop while he was breathless, drowning in pleasure. Brushing their lips, she would clean him, tuck him in his bed, leaving him with a soft kiss on the forehead.

Aegon let go of his cock, both satisfied and frustrated. A nice dream it was, now he was all but messy, semen all over his hand and belly, and no Rhaenyra in sight to come and take care of him and all his dirtiest desires.

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[softguarnere]

Hi, Dove!

I saw your post on not doing ship requests anymore, I apologize, I didn't know that you had stopped. I really enjoy reading your work, fic request or one-shot, etc.

I'm not quite sure how to describe this request but it's a Winters x fem!reader oneshot.

I've had this idea in my head that the reader (fem) is a private, or one of the lower ranks (possibly NCO towards the end of the war). Reader pretended to be a man to join the army (like your "Like A Man" fic), and after Winters found out, they started a sort of relationship.

The one-shot request is basically Winters keeps trying to promote her/give her special treatment (allowing her to stay at CP rather than the foxholes, giving extra rations, trying to stop her from going on the patrol from Part 8, etc) because he wants to protect her, but the whole time she expects him to treat her like every other soldier under his command. She loves him, of course, but she doesn't want the special treatment. So yeah, Winters has good intentions (and also wants to show his love because he's a man of action), but she doesn't want to be favored or treated any differently despite their romantic relationship.

I hope this makes sense.

Thanks! Have a great day!

Lucky Stars

Dick Winters x reader

A/N: Somehow this ask temporarily disappeared from my askbox? But it's back now, so we're gonna post this fic while we can 🥳 The entire time that I was writing this, I worried that it would end up being too similar to LAGLAM, since that fic was written as a reader insert at one point. However, because the interactions are with different characters, I'm hoping that I avoided making them feel the same 🤞🏽 Fingers crossed (This is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Thanks for the request Anon, and I hope you like this! Warnings: language, improper binding techniques, mentions of war

“This – “ you gesture vaguely and unconvincingly. “ – is not what it looks like.”

Lieutenant Winters drops the box he had, until a few seconds ago, been carrying into the nurses’ station with a real sense of purpose. Now though, it slams to the floor with a painful, heavy slapping noise. Winters himself instantly averts his gaze, but whether from respect for you or embarrassment for himself, you can’t be sure.

You, for your part, stand frozen in the center of the room with an armload full of bandage rolls and health sponges. Which wouldn’t be so bad and could possibly be explained away with an uncomfortable lie of some sort . . . if it weren’t for the fact that the bandages beneath your PT shirt have come undone, leaving your chest decidedly not as flat as those as the other men of Easy Company. In fact, it doesn’t look very manlike at all, as the good Lieutenant had noticed upon entering the room and startling you.

After fumbling for a moment, Winters finally finds his words. “I – uh, I’m sure that there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, Private . . .”

“Smith,” you lie.

A gingery eyebrow quirks itself in doubt. Yet, maybe it’s your imagination, but the corner of his mouth twitches, like your fib almost – almost – made him smile.

“Is that your real name?”

On instinct you start to lie again, only to catch yourself. What’s the use, at this point? Lieutenant Winters has been in the room for less than a minute and he’s already figured out that you are not the man that you’ve been claiming to be. Not a man at all, actually – just a woman who’s been disguising herself as one in order to join the army and make those Nazi bastards sorry that they ever killed the wrong girl’s older brother.

“No,” you admit with a sigh.

Winters nods. “Okay, well then.” He picks up the dropped box and sets it on a table before he himself takes a seat beside it. Since joining Easy Company, you’ve noticed that Winters is a pensive man, but he doesn’t take long to come to his decision this time. “Where do you want to begin this story?”

“Sorry?”

“Well, if I’m going to help you keep your secret, I figure that I should probably at least know why you’re doing this to begin with.”

Keep your secret. He’s not reporting you, or having you court martialed. It takes everything in you not to jump for joy.

“Okay,” you say instead. Where’s the proper place to begin this explanation? Winters is watching you expectantly. You clear your throat. “One afternoon, my family got a letter . . .”

. . .

“You know, you don’t have to call me by my rank.”

Alone with Winters, it still takes you aback. He may know your secret, and he may be kind enough to let you come to the home where he’s billeted whenever you need a moment of privacy, but why wouldn’t you call him by his rank?

If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you have imagined it – just not in the way that he’s talking about. Despite your gap in rank, you’ve spent a lot of time around Winters since he learned your secret. And honestly, who wouldn’t find themselves thinking about him as more than a secret keeper after getting to know him? Or even going as far as you have, after one day catching yourself daydreaming about calling him “Dick” and about what the dynamic between you might be under different circumstances. The answer, it would seem, is something that is unattainable under the present conditions. Dick Winters is a gentle soul, and you would hate to see him get hurt because of you.

“You’re my superior officer,” you remind him.

Winters shrugs. “But things are . . . different between us than they are with everyone else.”

“So I get to be an exception?”

Again, he shrugs. “If you want.”

“I don’t want special treatment,” you clarify. “That’s not what I joined up for.”

“Of course.” Winters turns his attention back to the desk with the papers he’s been working on. It sits in front of a small window, and the cool air of the English night blows into the room, fluttering both his hair and his papers ever so slightly. Maybe it can also blow these tempting daydreams from your mind as it passes through.

Without looking up from his paperwork, Dick nods to himself. “Offer still stands.”

You nod before realizing that you’re sitting just out of his peripheral vision. “I’ll think about it.”

. . .

Looking back, it’s hard to pinpoint the time when Winters stopped being Winters and became Dick. Probably at some point between the night when he told you that you didn’t have to call him by his rank and D-Day. After all, it was between those two events that you kissed for the first time – and then several times after that, always in private so as not to be caught.

The same thought from way back in Toccoa echoes through your mind – you would hate to see him get hurt because of you. Although that thought carries more weight to it now with the way that things have changed between you.

Dick being in – and being the one to suggest – a secret relationship is the last thing anyone, including you, would have expected from him. Yet, here you are.

“We’ll keep a low profile,” he suggests.

“We can manage that,” you agree. The secret has been kept safe this long. Now you’re just keeping one more hidden away with the original.

. . .

Keeping a low profile, it would seem, is the herculean task that never seems to get easier. Especially when you have to hide your identity and a secret relationship. So much for going unnoticed.

“We can’t keep doing this,” you sigh.

Startled, Dick looks up from the papers he’s been shuffling through. His eyes go wide as your words sink in.

“That’s not what I mean,” you rush to explain. Attempting to keep your arms crossed for warmth, you manage a vague gesture. “This. Where you give me the special treatment. Someone’s bound to notice.”

“It’s not special treatment. Not really.”

“Because of my – er, circumstance?”

Dick’s face pales. Or maybe it’s just the cold.

“I’ve asked lots of the other men from Easy to be my runner when I think they need a break. Liebgott was here yesterday.”

“But did you tell Lieb that he could spend the night here?”

Of course not. Dick glances away, his cheeks tinging pink. Point proven, then.

You move forward, closing the space between you and taking his hand in yours. You give it a quick squeeze before letting go. After all, there’s always the chance of being caught, which you really can’t risk.

“I appreciate it. Really, I do. I just . . . I’ve got to be treated like all the other men.”

“To make them believe you’re a man?” Dick asks with a raised brow.

“Well, that’s kind of the point of all this.”

That’s it – the secret that makes everything so hard, so necessary to stay off the radar, to hold your cards close to your chest. Disguising yourself as a man to join the Airborne had seemed like such a simple idea when you first came up with it. Putting that idea into practice, though, has been decidedly less straightforward.

Dick – back before he was Dick, to you because he was still Winters – finding out fairly early on may have been a blessing in disguise. For one thing, it brought you together, first as friends, then as a couple – even if your relationship has to remain a secret. But on the other hand, your boyfriend, the kind man that he is, won’t stop trying to take care of you, and you’re worried that someone will notice the special treatment and get you caught.

He's just trying to help in the only way he knows how to show he cares, you remind yourself.

With no one else around, you give him a quick peck on the cheek before stepping away and heading back to the door.

“I’ll see you later, Dick,” you assure him.

He nods, offering you a weak smile. “Stay out of trouble, (Y/N).”

. . .

The word travels quickly: a patrol, tonight, across the river. No one is happy about it – except maybe the new Lieutenant who’s just shown up – and some men have an easier time resigning themselves to their fate than others.

Liebgott is donning one of his trademark smirks when he joins you and several others who were picked to stay behind. You’ve just finished setting up the machine gun on a balcony, aiming it across the river.

“Thought you were on the patrol?”

“My lucky day,” he says with a shrug. “Webster knows German, so he got sent along as translator instead of me. Now I’m here with you lucky bastards.”

A few of the men allow themselves a laugh, either at Liebgott’s description of the events, or in acknowledgement of their own good fortune. You, however, stop short, a question tickling the back of your mind: Were the men picked to go on this patrol totally random? Or is there another reason for your own stroke of luck?

Dick Winters is a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them. You can ask him next time you see him and get your answer, you decide.

You gaze across the river, heart torn as the men around you pass jokes back and forth. You’re incredibly lucky to be on this side of the water.

. . .

There’s nothing in this life that you can’t do. Except, it would appear, ask Dick if he’s been intervening on your behalf.

Every time that you think you’ve worked up the courage, the words become stuck in your throat the second that you attempt to speak them, coming out as nothing more than a barely audible puff of breath.

Today, though, with the war over, it cannot go unacknowledged any longer.

Smiling, you let yourself in to the tent that Dick occupies. He looks up when you enter, smiles when he sees you.

“So . . .” you begin, taking a seat near him.

“So,” he echoes.

You can’t help but let your smile grow. “We did it. We made it through the whole war, secrets intact.”

Dick nods. “It would seem that we have.”

“And no worse for wear,” you add, tapping your sergeant’s stripes on your arm. The promotion should fill you with satisfaction. From the way that Dick looks at them, he feels the sense of pride that you’re missing. It feels like a hollow victory, because you can’t be sure . . . “Was it your idea to promote me?”

Your boyfriend blinks, taken aback. “What?”

“Did I only get this promotion because of you? Please don’t lie,” your voice is quiet, fragile, even. This is an accomplishment that you want to be proud of. However, you can’t feel that way unless its something that you truly earned – on your own with no special treatment.

Dick stands, taking a tentative step toward you. His expression has never been anything but open and honest. That’s true even now.

“No,” he says. “This is something that you earned on your own. Lipton was the one who suggested it.”

Lipton?

“Oh.” Shame washes over you, uncomfortable as a wool sweater in the middle of summer. “I’m so sorry, I just assumed – “

“I know,” Dick interrupts. “It’s okay. I can see why you would think that, considering – “ He makes a vague gesture that somehow encompasses all the times that he’s tried to give you special treatment, only for you to brush him off. “Not me this time, though. Although I wish it had been. Either way, you deserved the stripes, (Y/N).”

The pride you’ve been lacking sneaks into your heart, warming your chest. “Thank you.”

“Not me,” he reminds you with a sly smile. “It was Lipton.”

Playfully, you shove his shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

There’s got to be someone you should thank – not only for the promotion, but for getting you through the war with all your secrets intact. Your lucky stars, maybe. As you grab Dick by the jacket and pull him toward you for a kiss, that’s who you send your gratitude to. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Both of you are breathless when you pull away. For a moment there’s nothing but the peace that settles between two people who are in love as you try to catch your breath. Dick moistens his lips, about the say something, only to be cut off.

“I knew it!” A voice from the entrance of the tent exclaims, startling you both back into reality. Nixon takes a step into the tent as he repeats, “I fucking knew it!”

Well, maybe you thanked your lucky stars too soon.

#I need a better divider for fic requests tbh because I don't like doing the dots #dick winters x reader #dick winters #lewis nixon #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #my writing #hbo war #hbo war fanfic

[update-blog-bp9]

How would this sound to you ? (ONE DAY GUYS ! YOU DECIDE !!)

I was sitting here and thinking...I never did a 1k Follower special, I just never had the time for it and now I am almost to 1k and 150 Followers. Only 20 missing at this point and I never even thought I would get this many.

What if I remedy that whole 1k special, i missed to make ?

Now WHAT would that include ? MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FROM HERE !!!

Easy...

I will open requests and you can request what you want. Smut chapters will take me legit forever, but I am not going to say that I won't do any. Just...go easy on me. I am mentally not all that great to do the whole brutal, very perverted stuff at the moment.

I gladly do BDSM, Roleplay kinda smut chapters, some kinky stuff and soft smut though !

You can ask for (Fandoms):

MARVEL HAZBIN HOTEL (I mostly do Alastor there, but you can also request other Characters there !) FNAF (Game and Movie Universe) SCREAM (I only watched 1, 5 and 6, so please have mercy on me) SP AND DR is also allowed.

And anything else that I ever wrote about, all masterlists are on the main one and it is pinned at the top of my blog and linked in my BIO, so take your pick ! You can also ask if I know any other Fandom and if yes, if I could write for them. I don't bite.

What I will write:

ANGST FLUFF WHOLESOMENESS SMUT HURT/COMFORT

What I allow to write as Relationship stuff:

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS (Friends, friends turning to Family, like Siblings and stuff...Surrogate Brother/Sister if I am not mistaken we call such, tight ?) ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS (Nothing perverted ! Just you know Father - Son ralationship, Brother x Brother Relationship and all that stuff, Family relationships are NOT allowed to be SMUT !!!)

What I will NOT write:

INCEST STEPCEST PEDOPHILIA EXTREME, DARK SMUT (Light dark is okay, but not extreme. I'm just not ready to step back into it yet.)

What I MIGHT not write:

There are some kinks that I am not familiar or comfortable with, but I will let you know when I have a problem with them. I just know that I won't write a feet fetish as an example. I don't feel comfortable to write that.

What you CAN request (Gender like):

HETERO (Man x Woman) GAY (Man x Man) OR (Woman x Woman) INTERSEXUAL (People with BOTH genders) GENDERFLUID (Might be horribly explained, I ain't Genderfluid, but practically that is when you feel like a man one day and in five weeks you feel like a woman and dress and behave as such how you feel) TRANSGENDER (Man in a Woman's body or the other way around, Don't hate me I try to keep this short and simple here !!) ASEXUAL (Repulsed by the bare mention of the S word OR isn't repulsed by it, but isn't really intesrested in it (I think it is called Gray Ace...?) GENDERNEUTRAL (Which mostly means no Gender so They/Them I CAN'T USE THAT IN SMUT THOUGH IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME A SEX ON THE BODY !!! So tell me which they have !)

Character ships I will write for:

Any Character x Reader (Name a Gender though !) Also write Character x Character ( Like...Alastor x Rosie where they just gossip or Charlie and Vaggie with romance or smut)

(I also don't mind to Genderswap. So instead of Charlie being a Female, she is a Male or a different gender. You give me your thoughts and I will try to turn it into a Oneshot !)

Characters I will NOT write for:

The Vees (Hazbin Hotel) Adam (Hazbin Hotel) Lute (Hazbin Hotel) Sera (Hazbin Hotel) They can be mentioned or play a role but I don't do ANY ships with them and the Reader. They can be shipped with each other though, I suppose. And Vox can be friends with Reader, but no romantic shtick.

I am not up to date with Marvel, so I might have to reject some requests, if I get a Character I don't know, so please forgive me, but doing hours of research on any Character just to get a bare grasp on them, could take forever. TvT

The whole Request thing would be OPEN for TWO WEEKS !!! You can ask as ANON too then.

PLEASE GUYS !: Don't just send me smut, because I allowed it. I also wanna see some fluff and other requests. I will let ya'll know how many I would get from each category too, so you can be prepared.

With all of that out of the way....

Be honest with this, because I will only offer it ONCE. ....At least until I have like...2k Followers or something, so...Be bloody honest guys.

(I might repost this list and make it a seperate thing, so innocent eyes can ask for innocent stuff and look everything up, while the dirty dogs *Jokes* get the dirty rules page.)

I'm rambling again !! AAAAGGGHHH !!! Sorry !!!

@innerpiratefun @gayhopefullove @natashaxmarvelmen @buffymore @lovefanfiction01

I thought you might wanna know this and spread the word. ^^

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[imperiuswrecked]

I always got the feeling that the chemistry between Shuri and Namor was deeply human/platonic. Maybe it might be my ace brain talking, but I never got the vibe it was romantic - just genuine human kindness. Just read the Rolling Stones article I’m really happy that Tenoch feels the same way.

I’m not against shipping Shuri and Namor but I’m not exactly with it either. I feel like romance is in everything all the time….it’s always there. Having this genuine and complex non-romantic relationship between a man and a woman being done in BP2 was the best route they could have gone. Like it feels refreshing.

There definitely is chemistry, but chemistry doesn’t have to necessarily mean “romance”. Chemistry’s just a fancy word for being able to vibe with someone for me, honestly. I’m just really glad I’m not the only one who felt this way. I don’t have anyone to really express my understandings/takes with, but it feels like you have some great (similar) interpretations/understandings of MCU Namor as well.

Other than that, thanks for being such an interesting account! I love reading everything you know about comic Namor and your takes on things. You’re one of the most interesting blogs out there :)

Thanks Anon! I'm glad you are enjoying my blog, and this ask does give me stuff to talk about. The Article has a lot of really interesting stuff in there but about the subject of Namor x Shuri:

On another note, some viewers felt that there was romantic chemistry between Namor and Shuri when she was in your city. Did you play that romantic chemistry deliberately? I don’t feel it was a romantic touch [between them]. I think it was more a human, intimate touch. I mean in the history of their kingdoms, the history of their people, they share the same root, and the threat comes from the same place for both of them, for the same reason. They both face threats from Western countries like the United States and France in the story, because of vibranium, natural resources. I think they connect in that aspect. 

I mean, when you meet someone and you have a good relationship, whether this person is the gender that you prefer or not, you always have this ambiguous relationship. It’s normal. It’s human. So, I think this happened with both of them. If that can evolve into a romantic relationship or not? I don’t know. It wasn’t our intention. It could happen or not. 

The beautiful part of this relationship is, it doesn’t need to be romantic to be deep. It doesn’t need to be romantic to be beautiful and bright and intimate. And this connection between a man and a woman in different levels doesn’t need, necessarily, to end in a romantic relationship. And that’s beautiful, you know? Because I hate the romantic love. I think it’s poison. [Laughs] These characters, they create something… I don’t know. It was magical, but not necessarily romantic.

I never saw them as romantic but I can see where the fans who ship it get the romantic elements, its textbook Anti-Hero/Heroine ship material (even though Tenoch literally states that is not the intention), which isn't something that WoC characters get very often, not on this scale, not for a big budget movie. I totally understand why every Namor x Shuri fan is wearing their shipping glasses and going all in. Coming from a comic background understanding of these characters and knowing how they are in the comics I know that Namor thinks Shuri is T'Challa's kid sister and a Child even though she is an adult. Namor isn't interested in her in the comics and Shuri hates and mistrusts Namor in the comics. They do not get along even in a hate-love kind of way.

But this is about the movie which has different backgrounds and relationships. As I said, I personally don't see them as romantic, because I saw them as two leaders of their people in different stages of their rage/grief in their lives. Namor's had centuries to deal with his issues but he hasn't (very typical of him, just like comic!namor, lol) and Shuri's loss/grief is so very raw and new, she is also not dealing with her issues in a healthy way. Both characters have open emotional wounds and they are looking for a connection. People can be connected with emotions that aren't romantic! Hate and Rage can fuel us! So can Hope, and a hundred other things. So it's totally fine to not view it romantically if that's not vibing with you. Platonic Relationships (whether they be bad or good) are always overlooked in media when it comes to putting it up against a romantic angle.

That being said, the way fans are reacting to this is very annoying and why I'm trying very hard to keep out of the whole Pro vs Anti Namor x Shuri ship war.

My personal thoughts on that issue.

My thoughts for the Anti side: It's not wrong to ship them, and everyone crying it's Toxic needs to chill out because people have shipped way more toxic stuff. I personally don't care if people ship whatever so long as it's all tagged properly for people to blacklist/avoid if they don't want that. Everyone has their nopes and squicks but it's up to them to be responsible online and if they don't want that in their space then take action to cull their dash and better their experience. The actors have different ages but the actors are not dating each other. The fictional characters have different ages but really if people understand the romance genre the "Immortal Lover" trope is a huge mainstay and it's all fiction. Namor isn't grooming/abusing Shuri in the movie. There is really bad Fanon (and not true at all) that surrounds Namor's character saying Namor is a sexual predator/rapist and people using that to cry this is toxic need to stop. Seriously just stop. Think about the implications of saying that about a MoC character. Stop harassing Namor x Shuri shippers.

My thoughts for the Pro side: Not everyone is going to see it as a Romantic ship, and that's fine. Not everyone is going to care about them as a romance, and that's fine. Saying people who refuse to ship them are being racist/haters/whatever is so unhinged because not everyone is going to be able to get over the fact that Namor killed Shuri's mother. Everyone has different reasons for not shipping them romantically and being annoying about it by turning every single element of the movie into Proof the Ship is real doesn't sit right with people. People are allowed to have their own personal views and criticisms of the ship and not want to engage with that at all if they don't want to. Ship and do what you want but be considerate to people who don't want to engage with that and understand that canon doesn't equal "my ship is valid". Saying people who can't/don't want to ignore what happened in the movie "are weak" is pretty childish because if you want non shippers to accept your right to ship then you should also accept their right to not give a damn about that ship.

I think Tenoch played it safe with answering whether or not that ship would ever happen and he knows his character and he knows what that script intended so if people want to take it a different way that's up to them but it doesn't make them more valid than people who decide they don't want to see it as romantic. Also fans saying Namor x Shuri should be Canon is very weird because there's been this whole movement in past years where fans want their ship to be canon even though the whole point of shipping was just "I would like to explore what if? with these characters". And the MCU Fandom has a bad habit of putting ships above everything else and then harassing the actors about it. I hope it won't happen with Tenoch and Letitia.

There is a lot more to the movie and the characters than romance and many people like myself want to explore that side of the story, the side that talks about loss, and grief, and the way past and current generational trauma and colonialism has affected everything.

#mcu namor #namor #namor the sub mariner #shuri #princess shuri #namor x shuri #black panther: wakanda forever #tenoch huerta #letitia wright #interviews #imp answers

[literaryuppsala]

Your love is bright as ever (even in the shadows)

Title: XO by Beyoncé

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader (fem)

Summary: Ubbe is the prince charming of this fairy tale.

Words:  6kish

Warnings: This is fluff, It doesn’t even look like I had written It, but there’s smut too, so yeah, I had to. P in V (unprotected because they hadn’t invented condoms back then, but you have no excuse today, wrap it), there’s oral sex (fem receiving), there’s kind of a breeding kink very slightly?? There’s a mention of a cheating husband since Ubbe kisses the reader when he’s still married to crazy Margrethe, but I guess It’s well deserved. There’s mentions of death, blood and violence too. I guess that’s all, either way proceed with caution. I used a few lines from the show too, so credits to Michael Hirst. 

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. This was an ask I’ve been sent a while ago on my other account, so anon, If you’re out there seeing this, it’s for you, with the happy ending and all that. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.  

Filth below the cut, enjoy ♥:

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The ship docked and your heart jumped inside your chest. As the seer foresaw years ago, your fate wasn’t in your homeland, but in Kattegat, the famous city. You just never expected to arrive there as a slave to be sold. You and the other women were tied up and cuffed together, and were dragged out of the ship, through the harbor, to the market. Aligned side by side, you and the others didn’t dare to raise your heads, eyes trained on the ground waiting.

Your whole family was killed, your parents, brothers and sisters, your husband to be, all of them dead and gone, for whatever reason, even after all your wounds, you made it out of the attack alive, full of pain and scars, but breathing. The memories were still vivid, still burning in the back of your mind, reminding you what you lost at every new heartbeat.  

People came by and went away, almost like they didn’t even see you there, the commotion around the others wasn’t the same around you, too small to make a good slave, or so you thought.

After a few minutes, all the conversation stopped and you sighed heavily. Muffled footsteps caught your attention but you still didn’t look up, still waiting in silence until you heard a firm, yet soft voice, crossing through the silence like a knife.

“What is happening here?” She asked.

“They’re from Hedeby.” The man who brought you here answered politely and your body shuddered when he mentioned your homeland. “They have a new earl. Heard he is not into insubordination.”

“Didn’t hear about It.” She insisted, but he didn’t answer. “I’ll take all of them. Send them to the great hall.”

You gulped softly when you felt a bump, your body being dragged again for a few more minutes until you entered the great hall. You looked around carefully, saw the few people there gathered around staring at you and whispering to each other.

“Untie them.” 

You heard that same voice ordering and you widen your eyes, finally looking up when you felt someone softly touch your hands. When you made eye contact with the woman untying your hands, she smiled at you, touching carefully the deep wounds on your wrists. 

“I’m Lagertha.”

The name sent shivers down your spine, you snapped, looking up towards the throne. Standing there, was the most famous shieldmaiden of all Norway, she was even more beautiful than the stories could ever say, she had a soft, caring smile on her face, looking at you all with nothing but tenderness in her eyes. 

“Here, you’ll never be slaves, you can serve in my house as free women If that’s what you want or you can leave, go back to your homes or find some place else to live, it’s your decision to make.”

You heard of Lagertha’s kindness, but never imagined to be the one to feel it. All of the women looked at each other in shock, no one dared to make the first move, until one of them took a step forward.

“Come.” Lagertha said, going down the stairs towards the girl.

“Can I- Can I go back to Hedeby? What’s left from my family is still there.”

“I’ll have them set a boat for you…” She answered kindly, holding the girl’s hands. “And for anyone else who wants to go with her.”

It didn’t take long before all of the girls decided their fates, a few went back to Hedeby, others asked for help to go somewhere else, soon, you were the only one still there, standing alone at the corner of the great hall. You didn’t know what to do, for the first time in your life you had no one, you were alone, had no family to come back to, no dream to pursue, nothing to call yours. A few tears gathered on the corners of your eyes and threatened to fall, your heart dropped on your stomach, the emptiness was unbearable.

“And her?” You heard someone ask, imagined It referred to you.

“She didn’t say anything, sat there by herself since she came here.”

You didn’t dare to look, too ashamed, but heard when someone approached and carefully crouched in front of you, warm hands kindly on your knees made you look up, finding Lagertha’s beautiful baby blues staring at you.

“And you? Why are you here hiding in the shadows?” She asked softly.

“I have no one to come back to, nowhere else to be.” You answered shyly.

“You’re home then.” She smiled and touched your face.

After this, Lagertha took you under her wings. As she promised, if you wanted to serve in her house as a free woman, you could, and that’s what you did. Beyond that, the shieldmaiden took care of you, protected you. Later, you learned she had lost a daughter at a young age and you were as old as she would be If she was alive, that would explain her tenderness towards you and Bjorn was always sailing, she was a mother without any children and you were a daughter without a mother.

Your connection was instantaneous, in such a small amount of time, you learned to love her, care for her, the feeling was mutual, she licked your wounds until all of them became deep, but healed scars and within a year or so you could finally say you were a happy woman again.

But that wasn’t a constant for you, it could never be.

As you cleaned the table you heard muffled footsteps walking faster behind you, you already knew who they belonged to.

The basket found the wood of the table with a thud, the noise startled you a bit and you squeaked in surprise, looking towards the sound with narrowed eyes.

“Go wash this.” Her voice was nothing but an angry hiss, and she didn’t bother looking at you.

“After I clean the table.” You answered, looking back at your own hands.

“No. Leave it.” She said It again, this time holding your forearm and stopping you from doing what you needed.

You looked at her skeptic. “I’ll do It after I finish this.” You answered again, pulling your arm from her grip with a sharp movement.

“Didn’t you hear me?” She grunted. “Go. Now.”

“I don’t work for you Margrethe.” You angrily answered, dropping the cloth over the table and leaving her behind, hoping she wouldn’t follow you. You were wrong.

“You are definitely talking nonsense. You work for the queen. I’m her son’s wife.” She insisted, running after you until she could grab your forearm again, stopping you on your tracks and turning your body with a violent move.

“I’m as free as you.” You pulled your arm from her grip one more time, her nails causing red scratches on your skin. She smirked.

“I don’t see how you can be on the same level as me.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Leave me alone.” You turned and re-started walking.

“Margrethe.”  You heard a deep, husky voice coming from behind you, but didn’t dare to look, you knew who was talking. Her husband would probably scold her for tormenting you, you smiled to yourself, but that wouldn’t stop her from doing It again when he wasn’t around.

Ubbe was a great man, a great husband, Margrethe should be thankful to the gods for their blessing, putting a man like him in her life, but she surely didn’t know what to do with that luck.

“She is not worth this frown on your face.” That was Ivar, the youngest of all the Ragnarssons never ceased to put a smile on your face.

“How do you know who put this frown on my face?” You narrowed your eyes, looking down at the man at your feet.

“Who else?” He squeaked, looking up at you with a smirk.

“You know me too well, prince Ivar.” You sighed, both of you now walking together towards the river.  

“You really shouldn’t let her get under your skin; you know?” He insisted, crawling by your side.

“She treats me so badly. I never did anything to deserve her hate towards me, I’ve always been nothing different than kind to her.” Ivar laughed when you finished, and you asked curiously. “What?”

“Nothing. Just know, she doesn’t need any particular reason to be mean towards anyone, you know what she does to me.” He continued hard, running out of breath from the long path.

“She’s not fair to any of us.” You hummed under your breath, both of you reaching the riverside, sitting under a tree.

“Life isn’t fair either, but you don’t see me complaining.” He answered looking over the river, like he just told you such great news.

“You complain all the time, prince Ivar.” You laughed shyly.

“Shut up.”

From all of them, Ivar would be the one you grew closer to, it seemed to you he would understand how broken someone can be and still have the strength to keep pushing forward. He knew the feeling, he knew you. Inadvertently he grabbed your hand, taking It to his lips giving you a fast kiss and a reassuring squeeze, knowing full well how awful It was for you to be the target of Margrethe’s hatred.

“Thank you for your company, prince Ivar.” You whispered, looking at him tenderly.

Later that evening, all of you were sitting at the table, talking excitedly with each other. Queen Aslaug e and Queen Lagertha had their eyes on each other, sometimes gazing through the great hall with beautiful smiles on their faces. You and Torvi sat side by side whispering about Bjorn and their kids, how he seemed to be still getting used to their stamina, Hali was running around while the big, bulky man ran behind him holding little Asa in his arms. Their little family was something you secretly envied, especially since you still hadn’t built yours. You truly loved them, but you still wanted to have what they had.    

“My cup is empty.” Margrethe’s voice startled you, when you looked at her, she smirked at you, shaking her cup.

“Go fill it up.” Ivar answered before you did.

“Why? When we have her to do It?” She hissed, clearly lightheaded from all the ale running through her blood.

The silence ran through the great hall, all of the eyes were on you and you felt your cheeks flush, completely embarrassed by her comment. You moved like you were about to get up, but Torvi held your forearm, stopping you.

“She’s not your slave, Margrethe.” She grunted, looking angrily at her.

“What is happening?” Was Aslaug’s chance to speak, she looked confused at her children.

“It seems like the servant doesn’t want to serve.”

“What servant?”

“Her.” She pointed at you.

“She’s no servant.” Lagertha intervened. “Go and fill your own cup.”

“You both keep treating her like she’s some sort of princess while giving me the cold shoulder.” She answered angrily, getting up and pushing away the chair she was seated on, throwing It on the floor. “I am Ubbe’s wife. Me. She’s no one.”

“Enough.” Ubbe spoke finally, getting up quickly and grabbing Margrethe’s arm.

Both of them left the great hall mumbling to each other, he even looked over his shoulders towards you, icy blue burning holes on your skin before looking away and vanishing into the dark of the night.

“Are you alright?” Torvi asked, holding your hand, you just nodded.

“Of course she’s not alright.” Ivar answered for you again. “This has to stop. If Ubbe won’t do anything about It, then I will.”

“Don’t talk like that about your brother’s wife.” Aslaug scolded him. “She was drunk, didn’t mean anything she said.”

“Oh mother, please.” Sigurd spoke. “It’s not like we didn’t witness Margrethe tormenting the poor girl before. You just don’t want to see.”

“Sigurd!” She hissed, then looked at you with an apologetic smile. “I’m sure she understands that we don’t see her as a slave or a servant. Right?” You nodded again, and smiled sadly.

A few minutes later, when all of them got back into the conversation, you discreetly left the great hall, telling Torvi you were just too tired to stay there and walked back to your house, the little cabin Lagertha had made for you all those years ago when you first arrived in Kattegat. You entered, lighting up the candles and carefully moving towards your bedroom.

As you got rid of your dress you felt heavy, hot tears gathering on your eyes, feeling as small as a grain of sand, stepped on by mean old Margrethe for no particular reason. Sitting on your bed, you looked out of your window and murmured shyly.

“Please, Freyja… Help me…”

You said your prayers, thought about going to Uppsala to make amends with the Gods, maybe Margrethe was a punishment from them, maybe you had to pay for being alive when everyone else from your family had died screaming. Taking you out of your thoughts, timid knocks on your door caught your attention. Your eyes went wide when you opened It, meeting the beautiful icy blue irises sparkling on Ubbe’s face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked surprised.

“I came to apologize on my wife's behalf.” He answered carefully; eyes trained on your face.

“It’s alright, prince Ubbe. I am already used to her.” You tried to sound confident, even though you were nothing but an insecure mess.

“There’s no need for lies here. She’s unfair to you, for no reason at all. I talked to her, I talk to her everyday about this, but It seems to me that It doesn’t matter how much of a talker I am, she just doesn’t listen.” He explained and seemed embarrassed.

“Like I said, I’m alright.” You insisted.

“Then why are you back in your home so early?”

You didn’t have any answer for that, you looked at him and blinked in confusion, that fight was tiring, you had no idea that to put up with Margrethe would bring you so much pain. You were used to the pain, that shouldn’t hit you so bad, but It happened anyway.

“I was tired, that’s all.” You said, moving away from his gaze.

“Still… I am sorry. I really am.”

The next morning, you woke up early, both you and Lagertha had an arrangement to train every morning by the river and you got ready to do It, leaving your home before sunrise. But when you got there, instead of finding your mentor, you found Ubbe sitting under the tree, when he saw you, he quickly got up.  

“Lagertha had an important meeting and asked me to come and help you.” He told you softly. “Is there any problem?”

“No. It’s just… It’s just that It’s normally Hvitserk and Ivar.” You swallowed hard.

“Not today.”

You turned your back at him to grab your wooden sword down on the ground, he didn’t wait to attack you though, catching you by surprise when he threw a shield at you.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready!” You complained, getting wobbly as you tried to balance the sword and the shield without falling to the ground.

“You must always be ready.” He grunted, trying to attack you again. “And can never turn your back on your enemy.”

You dropped the shield and started to repel his blows with your own sword, grunting under your breath as you started to get panting and weary. Ubbe was fast, unrelenting, there was a tension between you, something heavy enveloping both of your bodies while you kept attacking and defending yourselves. Crouching before him, you could finally mess with his balance, hitting both of his legs. He quickly got up, only this time you were more aware and started to hit him nonstop until he lost his balance again and fell on his back.

“Not very much ready this time, prince Ubbe.” You commented breathlessly.

He smirked, getting up again very quickly, dodging your insistent blows, he dropped his sword on the ground and gripped your fist, tangling his legs with yours, he made you trip and fall, falling on top of you and trapping you under his huge frame. Your arms were raised over your head and held by one of his hands while the other held his weight so he wouldn’t crash his body over yours.

“I’m always ready.” He huffed; the blow of his breath so close to your face you felt its warmth on your cheeks. You tried to squirm away, but everything was fruitless, he didn’t move a single muscle.

“What are you doing?” You murmured.

“Winning the fight.”

You didn’t quite register his moves, but felt when his lips touched yours, so quick you asked yourself If you weren’t seeing things, feeling things. As fast as he brought you down, he picked you up and before you noticed you were back on your feet, looking up at him confused, his big hands were covering the side of your face like he didn’t want to let you go, eyes fixed on yours.

Again, he kissed you, lips molding on yours carefully, testing the waters. You closed your eyes, hugged his waist because you needed something to hold onto, your legs were wobbly, your brain was malfunctioning, you had nothing on your mind except the taste of his lips and the scent of his skin surrounding you. He squeezed your cheek before pulling away, still looking into your eyes. 

“I regret marrying her.” He said suddenly. “I was too young, she’s not who I thought she was.” 

“Are you saying this to make me feel less guilty about kissing a married man?” 

“You shouldn’t feel guilty at all.” He hissed when you squirmed away from his grip. “If I had known you were coming to Kattegat, I would have waited a little more.” 

That confession danced through your mind all day long, the stolen glances between you and Ubbe seemed to ignite an uncontrollable will to kiss him again, warming your body from inside out. But, everytime your eyes met his, Margrethe’s green pair suddenly showed up in your memory and you looked away, afraid of what she could do If she ever found out what happened between you and her husband.

As the weeks passed, Ubbe grew closer to you, he would help you with your training every time Lagertha wasn’t able to do It, sometimes both of them would show up to train you. Just like Ivar and Hvitserk, he would joke around you, keep you company and even help you with work, even under Margrethe’s angry looks. 

“You keep doing that, she will leave you.” You said once. 

“Or I’ll leave her.” He winked at you, smirked and gave you a quick peck on the lips. You widen your eyes.

“Ubbe!” You gulped loudly and tried to hide the silly smile on your face, or not to follow him with your eyes while he walked away with Hvitserk, both of them laughing and looking at you over their shoulders. 

You didn’t notice the footsteps behind you, but when you turned you saw Aslaug walking towards you, surrounded by her slaves as always and with a tiny smirk on her face. You moved away from her gaze feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment, imagining she probably thought the worst of you If she saw her son giving you kisses on the lips. 

“He’s never this happy with her, you know.” She mumbled when she approached you. You didn’t answer. “I know you like him too.” 

“It doesn’t change the fact that he’s still married.”

“I know she’s not the one for him.” 

“Did you see It?” You asked, looking at her with widened eyes and she nodded. “The seer told me years ago my fate was here in Kattegat.”

“Your fate is here, yes. Lagertha was right when she said you’re home, you really are.” She smiled then, touching your face softly before leaving. 

You kept doing your chores, avoiding Margrethe as much as you could through the day, trying not to think about Ubbe or the fact that you were falling for a man who was already taken. By nightfall, you were gathering a few plates to set the table for supper and all your effort to stay out of Margrethe’s way proved futile. 

“If I were you, I would leave before I had the chance to pierce my husband’s sword through your body.” She angrily grunted while placing her hand on your shoulder and turning you to look at her. 

“You don’t scare me.” You quickly squirmed away from her grip, taking the plates with you and walking away.

“But you should!” She insisted. “I know you think you have fooled everyone, but you could never fool me.” She kept going, growling angrily behind you. 

“Please, Margrethe, I’m tired of fighting with you.” You insisted, spreading the plates all over the table. “There’s no reason for you to treat me like that.”

“No reason?? Do you really think I didn’t see what was happening here? You bewitched my husband! You’ve been trying to steal him away since you arrived here, I’m not stupid!”

You looked at her in shock, confused at first but then you let the anger finally take away all your goodwill. 

“You’re a witch!” She screamed, raising her hand and preparing to slap your face, but you were fast enough to hold her wrist in the air stopping the blow before It hit your face. 

“I am not a witch!” You growled in anger. “I am not trying to steal anybody’s husband, let alone yours. I know my place, Margrethe, I don’t need you to keep reminding me It.” 

“Then why did he leave this morning saying he loved somebody else??”

“You have to ask him, not me.” 

With that being said, she jumped on you, throwing your body on the ground while she started to slap your face. You tried to squirm away, raised your arms to defend yourself, but she managed to hurt you a bit. That little fight would’ve taken long If Ubbe didn’t show up to take his wife off of you. 

“What is happening here?” He asked in shock, putting the pettit crazy blonde on the floor and stopping her from continuing to beat you. You quickly crawled away, face burning because of the scratches she left on your skin and the embarrassment she caused you.

“She’s trying to steal you from me! I won’t accept this.” She kept struggling in his arms as he tried to hold her in place. 

“Nobody is stealing me from you. I left you because I wanted to.” He answered, this time he was looking straight into her eyes.

“Because she’s a witch. I know you love me!” She insisted, tears started to gather in her eyes as she turned into a complete mess. 

You quickly got up, didn’t want to witness anything that was happening between them as she screamed on his face. You walked away tapping the dirt away from your gown, cleaning the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand and trying to hold the stubborn tears that threatened to fall over your burning cheek. That’s when you heard footsteps behind you and let a frustrated grunt escape through your lips. 

“Leave me alone, Margrethe!” You grunted.

Before you could continue, a big hand wrapped around your forearm and stopped you on your tracks, turning your body abruptly. You bumped into Ubbe’s firm chest before you could avoid, looking into his eyes as soon as he grabbed you. 

“Aren’t you tired of putting me through this?” You asked defeated. 

“Even If you tell me you don’t like me back, I will leave her anyway.”

“Then what? We’ll pretend she doesn’t exist? We’ll pretend she won’t torment our lives If we stay together?” 

“I don’t care about Margrethe, not anymore. Say the word and we’ll leave Kattegat for good.” 

You looked at him, eyes widened taking in he just said. 

“I choose you. No matter how hard it seems, I still choose you.” 

“Do you mean It?” You asked nervously. 

“Every word.” 

You had no idea you could love somebody as much as you loved your fiancée, the one you lost so many years before, but as you watched Ubbe and running down to the great hall with Hvitserk and Sigurd right on his tracks, the memory was long lost in another life. Margrethe was gone, completely vanished, some say she went mad after Ubbe left her, being honest you couldn’t care less. 

Ivar had his proud gaze on you the whole night, throwing toasts on your name, smiling widely and making fun of his brother for taking his chance to marry you. With Ubbe gladly saying he was your fate, not Ivar. Hvitserk passed out from drinking way early, Lagertha and Aslaug were all over each other while thinking nobody was noticing, Sigurd was probably running after another young woman to bed that night, and Torvi and Bjorn were too busy taking care of their children, again you were happy, surrounded by your new family, feeling warmed and loved. 

By the end of the night, the flowers on your head were already withering when your husband threw your body over his shoulders and ran with you to your shared home. Big hands slapping your ass while you laughed out loud, making no effort to squirm away from his touch. He put you down as soon as you got there, quickly grabbing your face and giving you a kiss. Wet lips that tasted like ale molded over yours and then pulled away. 

“Welcome home, wife.” He grinned, lips still on yours while he untied the straps of your bodice. 

The last strap loosened so your bodice fell on the ground becoming a tiny pile of leather around your feet. His hands found your jaw and raised your head so he could kiss the skin of your neck, sucking a few red marks you would proudly display on the next morning. He walked you blindly through the cabin until you felt the edge of the bed on the back of your knee. You fell in front of him, shaky fingers finding the straps of his trousers and starting to untie, while he did the same with his tunic, throwing It across the room. 

Without a second thought he grabbed you by your waist and hopped you up on the bed. Your arms quickly holding onto his shoulders for balance and pulling him with you as soon as your head met the pillows. His lips back on yours in no time while he looked blindly for the hem of your gown. 

As soon as he found It, he pushed over your waist and dragged his lips down your body until he was kissing your tummy, spreading his plushy lips on your skin, leaving a trail of wetness behind. You squirmed under his touch, hands quickly finding his braids as he kept the descent until he lapped up between your already wet folds. 

“There she is.” He grunted against your mound and you suspected he wasn’t talking to you. “Missed you.” 

Ubbe was a sexual being by nature, taking you anywhere and anytime he wanted. Not that you were complaining about It. But every time he had you under him, he would always act like It had been a long time since he last found home between your legs. Always talking to your cunt like she was a creature on its own. Sometimes you felt the same way. 

You moaned loud when you felt him teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue, licking everything up till your clit so he could suck the tiny bud into his mouth. His hands rubbed up your body under your gown until he grabbed your breasts, yours quickly covering his over the fabric while your hips kept grinding down on his mouth on its own accord. 

“Ubbe…” You breathed softly. 

He moaned at the taste of you, nuzzling against your clit while licking up and down, side to side, like he was sipping the best drink he ever had. His bearded face scratched against your thighs, leaving even more marks on your soft skin, his fingers touched you roughly, tips rolling and tugging at your nipples the same way he would do with his mouth If he wasn’t already using It in another place.

Soon, he was fucking you with his tongue. You hooked your thighs on his shoulders, heels digging the middle of his back but he didn’t seem like he minded. Ubbe was claiming you in every possible way, his mouth made you feel like you had just reached Valhalla right before you died, you felt like you didn’t deserve that kind of pleasure coming from a man. 

You arched your back, gripped at his hair and squirmed under him. He had you like a feast, moaning around into your cunt like he always did, the vibrations of his grunts sent jolts of pleasure up your spine. His hands came down your body grabbing you by your hips and pulling you down on his mouth, you moaned loudly feeling the familiar coil on your lower belly start to form. 

Ubbe would easily take to your high with his mouth, lapping up your juices like a starved man, making wet noises with his tongue, he would always turn you into a whining mess very fast. He switched to suck on your clit and the coil snapped without a warning, your orgasm washing over you like a storm having you moaning his name like a prayer to the gods.

It didn’t take long until he was hovering you again, his trousers down his hips leaving his cock free to tease your thighs. He pushed your gown over your head just enough to keep your arms up on the bed, one of his hands holding them in place while the other grabbed the base of his cock, teasing your clit with his cock head. 

You opened your legs a little more, inviting him in. He coated himself in your juices and easily pushed into you. The stretch brought a familiar burn to your walls and both of you moaned in unisson when he bottomed out inside you. 

“There you go, sweetness…” He grunted, eyes closed while he felt your walls fluttering around him without making a single move. 

“Welcome home, husband.” You grinned. 

He opened his eyes, lust blown baby blues looking down at you while he started to move. Slowly pulling out until he bottomed out again, his cockhead was touching your cervix, you could feel It. He growled before kissing you again, tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself, heavy breathing from his nose warming up your face while he picked up his pace. His cock was throbbing inside you, then he changed the angle hitting right into that sweet spot, his spot, the one that had you mewling against his lips, dragging your nails down his back and gripping his asscheeks in a silent beg for him to do It again. 

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours became louder, you wanted to touch him, show him with your hands how much you loved what he was doing, but with his hand stopping yours from coming down, you could only moan, whimper and whine against his mouth. Eyes wide open in hopes he would understand your silent beg. He hit your his spot again and you felt like you were about to burst. 

“Ubbe…” You gasp into his mouth.

“I know sweetness, I know.” He comforts you with his words like he isn’t fucking the life out of your body with his thrusts.  

When he hit you again, you combust, bursting into tiny little pieces all around him with a long, langid moan. Your walls squeezed him in and he growled, starting to thrust faster, harder and deeper. You squirmed away in oversensitivity and he growled again, oh you had to be kidding, taking his pussy away from him right before he filled you up to the brim, that wasn’t fair. 

“Gods, Ubbe, I’m going to cum again If you keep doing this.” You begged breathlessly, you didn’t think that you had any more orgasms into you, but he always proved you wrong. 

“I know. I want you to cum again. Give me one more so I can fill you up with my seed.” He grunted and you whined at his words. “Pussy squeezing me again, you want me to fill you up sweetness, want my seed dripping out of you.?”

“P-Please!” You stuttered. 

You were clenching down hard on him all over again, like you hadn’t cum just a few minutes prior, he thrusted deeper, making sure to hit his favorite spot every time. Your fingers curled around the gown on your hands, his hand that was holding the fabric quickly met one of yours, tangling his fingers with yours while he touched your forehead with his. Hips moving faster than before had your body, fucking you into the mattress with abadon. 

“So wet… All mine.” He growled, thrusting even deeper, dragging another filthy moan from your lips. “I’m going to cum sweetness, feel this pussy up until you’re dripping right back out.” His hips stuttered and he let out a choked moan, his cum filling your pussy to the brim. 

You whined as he pulled out, rolling off of you and laying by your side, panting heavily, just like you. 

“I can’t wait to see you all big and round with our child.” He muttered suddenly. 

“Someone’s anxious to become a father.” You whispered, turning on your side so you could hug him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before laying down on his chest. 

“Can’t sail away If you’re pregnant. And I don’t want to leave you here.” 

“Were you serious when you said you would leave Kattegat?”  

“Yes. I can’t stay, I’ve been tied to this land for too long. I’m viking.” He kissed your forehead before sighing. “And I’m not leaving you behind.” 

Ubbe was a man of his words, you learned that with time, a few months into your marriage and you still weren’t pregnant, that’s when he decided to sail, imagining It wasn’t the will of the gods that you brought a child into this world at least not at that moment. You begged the gods to give you a child, a son, you feared he would leave you If you couldn’t get pregnant, but it never happened. When the time came, he filled the ship with provisions and water, found himself a few good men to accompany him and had a place made for you right by his side. 

“Where shall we explore?” You asked once on the boat, his hands wrapped around your waist while the men started to paddle. 

“Wherever the sea takes us.”

That wasn’t a very good plan, you started to notice when the food and the water decreased a lot, very romantic but not very practical. You faced days and days of storms until the course of the vessel was changed drastically and you found yourselves in this new world. Close to a beach, you all looked at each other skeptic of what you were seeing with your own eyes. 

Either way you went there, the ship reached land for the first time in months and you jumped, quickly taking off your shoes to feel the sand on your feet, dropping to your knees and looking at the thicket right before your eyes. That’s when you felt his arms wrapping around your waist as he kneeled behind you, lips touching the crown of your head as he breathed your scent in. 

The gods send their blessings when you least expect, that’s what your mother always told you and after your first year on the new land, learning with the people who already lived there, experiencing the most exciting emotions you never thought you could feel, you felt the first sign of discomfort, an aching feeling in your tummy that affected your appetite, until you started to feel sick til the verge of throwing up. 

“You’re expecting a child.” The healer of that land told you in secrecy after you went to see her one night. 

That very night, coming back to the cabin Ubbe had built for the both of you, the big, bulky viking was still sleeping like a rock, didn’t even notice you had left. You smiled to yourself as you laid back in, right under his arm where you slept every night since you first spent It together, head on his chest listening to his heartbeat like a calming, soft lullabye, you closed your eyes, anxiously waiting to tell the news on the next morning. 

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#ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe smut #ubbe x you #vikings ubbe #ubbe x reader #ubbe x reader smut #ubbe x you smut #ubbe imagine #ubbe fanfiction #vikings imagine #vikings fic #vikings smut

[rarepears]

Part 1/7(brainrot!anon) so basically i saw "mdzs favourite ship and what it say about you" video, there is CSSR x YZY Ship and they say ”you like younger wangxian." . Accidentally start brainrot au where after PIWD, where SJ reincarnated as YZY and planning to fake his death after realising that he engaged with JFM(YQY 1.0), CSSR find out about SJ!YZY plan to fake his death and help him because damn,cultivation society sucked for woman. Along the way SJ!YZY slowly getting closer with CSSR.

Part 2/7JFM who actually in love with SJ!YZY realized that he need to step up his game before CSSR elope with his love ,[JFM misunderstanding the whole elope thing, but SJ platonic attraction did happen] so he send WCZ to distract CSSR while he romanced SJ!YZY because CSSR kept accidentally cockblock them repeatedly. Jfm finally won over Sj!Yzy [upgrade to Yqy 5.0] at cost of WCZ elope with CSSR . Rumor still happen in same way.

Part 3/7 But ironically in truth instead of Sj!YZY hating CSSR, it Jfm, for running away with his right man and almost turned his love into cutsleeve. CSSR and WCZ [alive because i say so] visit lotus pier occasionally. Jfm look amicable toward CSSR[Mentally, he will fight her to death if provided reason] ,

Part 4/7 Sj [happy and spoiled rotten by jfm] teach Jyl,Jc and Wwx(sibling in arms) what he learnt from previous life,( Sj will provide and protect his children with his life]

Part 5/7 Meanwhile, in PIWD, original luo binghe obsessed what he saw in SVSS and turned back time, to get kind shizun he want but Sj no longer exist in PIWD so he never find him,

Part 6/7 there is consequences for mixing three incompatible realms when Lbg turned back time, one realms can't return back to three.[ Abyss will take and never let go what it can hold]

Part 7/7 So human and demon race no longer exist, instead all PIDW cast get reborn as abyss creature(or humanoid) but retaining their memories. [Lbg accidentally nefted himself significantly because everyone has demon strength).

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What would be interesting is that Shen Jiu is still a little too harsh, too mean, too demanding as a parent. He doesn't exactly have a healthy example to model after (and there isn't therapy either). And he's trying to be a good parent, he's cut out a lot of the harshness he had has a peak lord, but still his past flashes in his eyes and his mind can't help but whisper how his children are still so pathetic, so spoiled that they aren't properly taking advantage of all their opportunities laid out in front of them.

His words are bitter and cruel sometimes. His disappointment a sharp lashing against the kids. He hates seeing Wei Ying's brilliance not being full utilized because the boy wants to splash around in the water instead. He scorns Jiang Cheng's weak spine, bowing to social pressure because he wants to "fit in", his inability to hide his temper...

Sometimes when he sees the children, on his bad days when all he can think about are memories of his past life, all Shen Jiu can feel is disdain and loathing. As a streetrat, Shen Jiu would had murdered for such opportunities.

(Actually, he technically did that.)

And Jiang Fengmian is a little too in love with his wife that he doesn't do anything about it. He doesn't step in between Shen Jiu's sharp tongue and the children.

Shen Jiu must always be in the right, no? And even if he's not, Jiang Fengmian is sure it's not that big of a deal. No need to rock the boat and make his wife mad at him instead.

#svsss #mdzs ideas #mdsz #svsss au #scum villian self saving system #brainrot anon's shen jiu reincarnates as Yu Ziyuan au #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #yu ziyuan #jiang fengmian

[davekat-sucks]

To the owl house anon, I had a less impactful but similar experience to them, that I still think about today.

So I think most people know Scooby-Doo and the cast, and I recall in a special released I think in 2021/2022 that she would crush on a female character that was introduced to the special.

Many decided that due to the canon introduction of a female character that Velma is in love with, that Velma was a lesbian. I accept that Velma likes girls, but am also familiar that other Scooby Doo media canonically has Velma crushing on Shaggy, so I believed she was a canon bisexual.

So then someone told me her crush on Shaggy was “comphet” or “compulsive heterosexuality.”

This reply, that word, it makes me so frustrated. I can assume that yes, a gay person can try to force themselves to be straight and act like they are straight but a fictional cartoon character? Who canonically crushed on a character of the opposite sex?

For a while I was convinced “compulsive heterosexuality” was a biphobic term invented by gay and lesbian couples determined to revert every character in a sapphic (woman x woman) ship and Achillean (man x man) ship into a lesbian or gay character.

Also my mind has not changed, Velma is bi.

I know that special you are talking about. People always bring that up for Velma being lesbian. Other Scooby Doo media has Velma crushing on Shaggy or one-off guys that appear on the shows/movies. People assume she was lesbian because of her not showing interest in hot guys like Daphne. It's not the fact that a smart girl like her is more about books and mysteries than guys. Or the fact the Scooby Doo series is mostly focused on MYSTERIES, not romance. I always hate that word comphet whenever it gets brought up in shipping or a series that has a defined canon couple. Because a man and a woman getting together has always been a bad thing overtime for them, despite the fact it's part of biology and history that a guy and girl getting together helps reproduction. Not just on humans, but animals too.

[bougiebutchbitch]

Hello

First, allow me to say that I love all of your comics and art, you're do talented and your art style is stunning.

Second, I have been following you for so long and I noticed something but I hope you won't be mad at me for saying it but you said that Kakashi's nosebleed in the anime when he saw sexy jutsu doesn't count because it's a filler and dismissed it completely but yet you always tag kakagai filler posts as canon including the Rock Lee SD which is so not canon either so why the double standards? Why if it was Kakashi attracted to a woman then it's automatically filler and doesn't count but if it was even a small hint that he might be interested in a man then it's canon? I'm sorry but this makes me feel like Tumblr people hate women and this is making me sad.

god why is the naruto fandom like this skskskksksksk

Look, you've been polite, so I'll be polite, too. As polite as I can muster at this hour of the morning.

I started jokingly tagging all kakagai content including obviously filler as 'canon' because I've had anons coming into my inbox and yelling at me - and being BLATANTLY HOMOPHBIC - for the ultimate sin of tagging actual canon scenes as 'canon'.

It's literally me trolling those people, because this fandom feels like you have the nerd police breathing down your neck and demanding you interpret canon in THEIR cishet way. So yeah, it's my queer little 'fuck you' to everyone who gets so incredibly het up and angry about mlm pairings.

I love bi kakashi! Shizune/Kakashi hits A LOT of my buttons. But as the anons were specifically being shits to me because of mlm shipping, that's what I'm focusing on.

I'm gonna start tagging every scene where Kakashi is just in his tanktop as 'canon trans' too, because that's obviously a binder lmao. Let's see if that pisses people off, as well.

Obviously, Kishimoto believes that everyone is cishet and only the creepy pedophilic villain is queer. But as that's bullshit, WE IGNORE IT HERE.

I'm sorry that me tagging a post with a single word can cause you this much misery. Truly. But I don't intend to stop. If you can't take me having a laff on my own blog at the expense of genuine homophobic twats, maybe you should unfollow, mate.

And just - what a fucking reach to say I hate women when like. Naruto is pretty much the only fandom in YEARS where I've had mainly mlm ships, because the women are all written terribly lmaoooooooooooooooooooooo. I hate Kishimoto's flat and boring women characters whose arcs revolve around men. There's a difference.

I block this shit on sight from now on. You get one chance with this post, becuse you worded it politely, but you're on thin fucking ice.

Literally just unfollow me. It ain't that difficult. x

#good grief

[lyranova]

Can I request Finral/Finesse for your event, with "wedded" and "stay with me"? you don't need to do it if you don't like the pair, it's just that I sometimes feel alone loving it.

Hiya anon! Of course, and tbh I don’t mind the Finral/Finesse pairing I think they’re cute and sweet 🥰! Please don’t feel alone loving the pair 🥺, I know a lot of people that enjoy it and even though I enjoy the Finral x Vanessa ship, I also love the Finral/Finesse one too! So I hope you enjoy this I apologize it’s so short!

Word Count: 652

Warnings: None

Finral sighed as he looked in the mirror, tomorrow he was going to be a married man. He was excited yet nervous to be wedded to the woman he had been in love with for as long as he could remember: Lady Finesse Calmreich. He couldn’t believe it when Langris had told him their parents would grant the marriage, when asked why they did, Langris didn’t answer. All he did was smile at his older brother.

“ Ah, why won’t the suit fit right?!” Finral grumbled dramatically as he tried to fix his shirt for what felt like the millionth time. He wanted desperately to look good on their wedding day, he didn’t want Finesse to be embarrassed or regret marrying him. So everything needed to be perfect.

He turned as he heard a soft knocking on the bedroom door, he frowned, who could it be this late at night?

Finral walked over and opened the door, his purple eyes widened when he saw who was standing there.

“ F-Finesse? What’re you doing here?” He asked in surprise before Vanessa’s words about not seeing the bride until the wedding day repeated in his head. He quickly slapped a hand over his eyes. “ I-I’m not supposed to see you until tomorrow!” He added, his voice getting higher pitched.

“ It’s alright that’s just a superstition,” Finesse told him with a giggle as he allowed her inside the room, she walked over and sat on his bed. “ Besides, I wanted to see you.”

“ You wanted to see me?” Finral asked as a small blush appeared on his face, and Finesse nodded.

“ I figured you’d be nervous about tomorrow, so I wanted to see you and try to calm you down.” She told him kindly, and Finral nodded as he closed the door.

He could see that Finesse wasn’t feeling well, and that she looked tired, and yet instead of worrying about herself, she was worried about him. He shook his head, of course she was, because that was the kind of person she was.

“ Finral? Are you okay?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. Finral was pulled out of his thoughts by her question and he smiled at her.

“ I’m fine, how about you? You look tired.” He said as he walked over to her and crouched down, he reached out to cup her cheek but froze. His hand hung hesitantly in the air.

Finesse grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her and placed it against her cheek, a soft smile appeared on her face as she nodded. Finral could feel how cold and clammy her cheek was and sighed, she was pushing herself.

“ Will…Will you stay with me tonight?” Finral asked, seeing her like this worried him, and he wanted to make sure she would be alright and get enough sleep. He watched as her eyes widened in surprise at his question.

“ W-What?”

“ Will you stay with me tonight?” Finral’s cheeks suddenly turned a bright red. “ I-I’m not meaning anything by it! I’m just worried about you and if you stay with me it’ll ease my worries a bit!” He added hurriedly and he watched as she covered her mouth, trying to hide her giggles.

“ I know you didn’t mean anything by it Finral, I was just surprised by how forward you were.” She told him kindly as she moved over on the bed and patted the spot beside her. “ I’ll stay with you, since it’ll ease both our worries.”

Finral moved and sat next to Finesse on the bed, and the two then laid down next to each other and began to talk about the little things. About their shared childhood memories, about how excited they were about tomorrow, and about their future together.

Soon the two fell asleep, and when Langris found them the next morning they were holding each other tightly as though they were afraid to let the other go.

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰~!

#asks #anon 🌟 #lyra’s autumn event #black clover #black clover oneshot #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #black clover ships #finral x finesse #finesse x finral #black clover finral #black clover finesse #finral roulacase #finesse calmreich

[witchthewriter]

Hello! I was wonder if I could get a level three for shipping? I wanted to choose Harry Potter, Twilight, and Maze Runner. I really love your fanfic’s especially Ron and Neville’s 😭🫶🏿

☀️- Aries

🌙- Capricorn

⬆️- Capricorn

MBTI- ENTJ

Gryffindor house

I’m a bisexual woman with she/her pronouns

I’m 5’2 with mid length to long ginger hair, I’m a dark skin black woman and I’m midsize/curvy

Personality- I am a very open happy go lucky person! I love making friends and I adore romance! I live with little shame just outgoing I guess but I get flustered around certain people. I’m very focused and passionate and I give a lot to the people I love!

Trait’s- impatient, loving, compassionate, artistic, smart, eccentric, funny, talkative, stubborn, determined, little impulsive, situationally disorganized, sometimes hard to talk to, sweet

Likes:ocean, reading, clothes, astrology, K-pop, art, food, animals, love, Disney, fairy tales, ice skating, drama, tea, Harry Potter, Starwars, reading, playing the violin, learning languages, anime,movie and character analysis, soft things, bunnies, sims 4, decor

Dislikes:bugs, nasty people, rude people,snarky people, show offs, liars, spiders, slow walkers

Fun facts: can do impression, I’m a collector especially of figures, even though I’m disorganized sometimes I really do love organizing

Also if you do anon emojis could I be 💌

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

You picked the perfect fandoms by the way!!! Also what are anon emojis??? I feel so old omg

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏:  ✧ Kind-hearted ✧ Sweet ✧ Sensitive 

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Neville Longbottom! You guys would be such a great match; he could talk for hours and hours. And that’s probably happened before, and you guys stayed up all night, and then looked outside and realised the sun had come up!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・I think Neville knits - honestly, I do. And he would knit you all kinds of clothing; sweaters/jumpers, socks, scarfs, hats, etc. 

・In your home, you have an abundance of plants ... okay that’s a weird word to use, but you have so much greenery that anyone who enters cannot help but feel calmer

・So !!!! Much !!!!! Dancing !!!! Neville LOVES to slow dance, which was sparked in 4th year - the Yule Ball

・Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, he literally turns into mush!

・ Relationship Tropes:

  ↬ Clueless Love

  ↬ Gomez And Morticia Adams

  ↬ Two Nerds Nerding Out About Nerd Stuff

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Seth Clearwater! The cutie-patootie! I think you’re the female version of Seth to be completely honest. You’re both such a ray of sunshine! You met Seth because you were great friends with Leah. You being her only female friend ...

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Would get rid of spiders for you, but doesn’t have the heart to kill them, so he secretly takes them outside and lets them go

・He would actually LOVE listening and learning about Astrology with you - he finds it fascinating. (I agree with the theory that the more a man hates astrology, the more misogynistic he is ...)

・Seth would always make sure that you’re not hungry - and I’m talking ... he would jump in the car and drive you to the nearest drive-thru, or grocery store, run in and get you everything you want. 

・Oh and he always warms you up! Would give you his jacket without a seconds hesitation. And would most definitely give you his shoes if yours were hurting you!!!!!!!!

・HE IS THE BIGGEST GENTLEMAN, AND THE BEST BOYFRIEND ANYONE COULD EVER HAVE 

・ Relationship Tropes:

  ↬ Best Friend’s Brother

  ↬ Mutual Pining

  ↬ Awkward x Flustered

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Newt! I think he’s the most suited to your personality. Especially since you remind me of a mix between Luna  (Harry Potter), Alice (Twilight) and Lucy (Narnia). You’re both very caring people who would rather be around others than on their own. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・He likes when you rest your head on his shoulder, or when you fall asleep on him. It makes him giddy inside <3

・You show each other a lot of affection because neither of you has experienced it much. 

・You always make sure that he’s okay and that his leg isn’t hurting him too much. At times it can really cause him grief, but he never shows it. 

・He loves hearing you talk about anything, but especially your hobbies, passions, and some good ol’ gossip!

・ Relationship Tropes:

  ↬  Person A: Affection??        Person B: Affection!!!

  ↬  Shy, Insecure x Thinks The Other Is Incredible (MAJOR HEART EYES)

  ↬  Reunion Romance

#ships #match ups #open