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MY SCARY STALKER EXPERIENCES

⟢ from a 8h venus, 11h mars, 7h pluto, 8h chiron, and lilith in 1h person ⟣

note: only fake names are used

i have attracted an insane amount of stalkers in my life because of these placements. also if not stalkers just ppl that obsessed with me in general and that won’t leave me alone even when i ask them to. there’s been lots of guys that i’ve rejected but still continue to pursue me and it doesn’t stop at men because women have prayed on my downfall also and tried to one up me every time they saw me succeed or hurt me because they saw i succeeded in anything as well. here are a few stories i have to tell (out of many):

stalker #1: august

this was one of my worst stalkers

i met august in the seventh grade at my bus stop. he seemed very shy and innocent at first. not creepy at all. he asked for my number the first day he met me so i said “sure, why not?” as i had just moved to a new neighborhood and wanted friends. i was always very busy with school and my siblings (my parents didn’t have time to raise them so i did it mostly by myself) so whenever he texted i would try to answer the best i could but i usually didn’t have time. the first time he started being obsessive was when he facetimed me a total of 33 times because i wouldn’t answer him. then shit got way worse. the next day he came to the bus stop he was already there before me and we were there alone. he pulled out a pocket knife to show me that his dad bought it for him. he then made a so called joke saying “i could technically kill u right now if i wanted to”. obviously this scared me. even if he was kidding why do so many men say things like that? this is when it gets scary though. i would go on nightly runs every day after school. mind u i lived in a very safe gated neighborhood and there wasn’t much crime where i lived at the time. i was running past a bush when i got jump scared because i could see someone’s eyes watching me. i carried pepper spray with me at the time but that was it. i got it out and peered around the bush but by the time i had done that the person had already gone into the forest behind the bush and ran off. i got really scared so i ran home only to later that night hear someone outside my window. i opened my blinds a bit to see who it was and they got down really quick to hide so i couldn’t. i got scared so i told my dad and he went outside to check. sure enough .. it was august. my dad told him not to do that and to leave our property. the next day august asks why my dad made such a big deal out of it and i said “because it’s creepy” and i thought this was when he realized i was most definitely not interested in him but then he proceeded to ask me out. i of course say “no i don’t have feelings for u like that” and he proceeds to say in a very serious tone “if u don’t go out with me i will kill u in ur sleep and u will regret it” i was hoping he was being satire but his face did not change. he did not laugh. he meant what he said. i said “if u threaten me again i will file a police report against u” and he said “ur scared then? u should be”. i was so scared to sleep after this because my room was at the very front of the house and he could easily pull out a gun and shoot through my wall or do a number of different things to me. i slept on the couch for the night and of course he begins blowing up my phone. one of his texts read “why can’t i hear u ur usually taking to ur friends on the phone or going for a run at this time?”. i block him. i then hear the doorbell ring and at the time both of my parents are not home. it’s just me, my old brother, and my two younger sisters. i scream through the door “get away from my house or i will call 911” and he screams “i will kill u before they get here if u don’t let me in”. of course i didn’t let him in. i call 911 immediately but he runs away as soon as the police sirens go off. i try to tell the police what happened but of course they dismissed it and said all i could do was ignore him and have my mom drive me to school to avoid him. he wasn’t in any of my classes luckily but he still managed to come across my path during EVERY single passing period. as i was walking out of school to ride the afternoon bus (which he had never rode before) he proceeds to follow me and say he’s riding the afternoon bus now too. he acts as if nothing has happened initially but then says “why did u block me i did nothing wrong?”. i of course sit there in shock making this 😦 face. like i’m sorry? u did NOTHING wrong? are u actually kidding me? this is when he reaches his peak obsession because when we got off of the bus he followed me home even after i screamed at him to stay away from me the whole walk there.

he continued to apologize but finally when we got there (to my house) he said “ur crazy for the way ur acting. just unblock me” and i said “absolutely not leave me alone” then he proceeded to grab me from behind and slam me to the ground. no one was around at the time but it was in broad daylight so i figured he wouldn’t do something to this degree. he did anyway. he pushed me to the ground as hard as he could and pulled my pants down trying to r*pe me. thank god for my neighbor who walked out as this was happening and rushed over to help me pushing august off of me before he could do anything bad. i told the school and he was no longer allowed to be anywhere near me and had to sit alone at lunch for a week since one of the threats he made to me was on the bus. the rest of the year my mom picked me up and dropped me off at school.

#2: rhett

this story is not as bad as others i have but still pretty bad for how young i was

rhett was my first stalker (or because we were so young i guess just the first “obsessive person” in my life. i met him all the way back in the first grade. it started with him following me everywhere. all around the playground at recess, getting mad when i partnered up with anyone but him in class, and telling me if i don’t sit with him at lunch he’ll tell on me. which does seem pretty innocent for a first grade. he seemed like he just wanted a friend initially which i didn’t mind. i thought he had pure intentions so i didn’t mind. turns out i was wrong. by the time we were in second grade he began making inappropriate comments to me that were sexual. at the time of course because i was around 7 i literally knew nothing about sex so i didn’t understand how bad what he was saying was. then things got even worse and he would non stop talk to my mom at our school parties trying to go on a “play date” with me and my mom fell for it. she forced me to hang out with him and then when he came over to my house he groped me and when i told him to stop he would not. then after i told my mom she never made me hang out with him again but it didn’t stop there because in third grade when we had different teachers he would continuously show up to my classes door every day (i assume lying to his teachers and telling them he had to go to the bathroom) and watch me through the window. it was the first time i discovered what an obsessive person was like and felt uncomfortable around a school mate

#3: lindsey

this is more about an obsessive girl than a stalker

this isn’t a long story but basically i had a crush on this guy in fifth grade who we’ll call asher and it turned out somehow (even though i wasn’t cute and was overweight at the time) he had a crush on me and liked me back. lindsey also had a crush on him (mind u i was not friends with her she only sat at my table). asher told me to keep it a secret that he liked me (most likely because i was fat and he was embarrassed idk why i even liked him but anyway) back then i was a loud mouth so i told lindsey. lindsey had shown obsession with me before like for example i remember one time she opened her camera roll in front of me and all of my instagram videos and pictures were in there. i thought it was a little weird but didn’t pay much mind to it until she copied a lot of my instagram posts captions word for word along with the same poses and this was not the only time she’d done something weird like that. anyway she proceeded to tell him during class that i told her he liked me and when i got mad she broke down crying and went on a huge rant saying “well i’m sorry that i’m not as pretty as u and that no boys like me like that and that ur so smart and have so many friends. i just was jealous of u and wanted to take it out on u i’m sorry”

this is lot even all of them either lol. i may have to make a part 2

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“hiiii i loved your last piece and damn your writting is SO GOOD <3 so i ask you pretty please if you could right about an aged up!lo'ak w aged up!reader where they're in a romantic relationship and finally mate after a couple of months of waiting. THANKS IN ADVANCE LUV YA”

hiiii! so, as you asked me to, this is me fowarding the request! 🫶🏻 i imagine this being with a female reader, something like childhood friends to lovers – the girl would be a na’vi and they grew up together or smt. i also see the reader being a little scared of mating with lo’ak – thinking things like i love this man but he’s so reckless i dont wanna loose him – and shit. i trust you a 100% with this because I KNOW you're gonna make me giggle scream in my pillows and punch the air even if i read your grocery store list.

lmk if you need anything more! lots of love & kisses. 💘💘💕💞💘💖💗💓💗

Chosen | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya!reader (Smut)

A.N: Hello there! Sorry this took me so long, but I'm in the middle of exam season and also my birthday was last week and yea lots of stuffs going on. I hope my interpretation of your request will be everything you dreamed of, tbh I went a lil extra, but this story has literally been plaguing me for days and I loved writing it so much!

Summary: fem!Omaticaya!reader x Lo'ak, both reader and Lo'ak are 18/19 in this, usually I write 20+ characters but I was trying to keep the story as close as possible to Na'vi 'marriage traditions, according to them 15 is the age of maturity and I believe parents arrange marriages around that time, but if anyone is uncomfortable with this then please feel free to imagine the characters are older.

T.W.: NSFW, this is pr0n with feelings, but it is detailed. As always, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK OR ANY OF MY ACCOUNTS, thank you. Awkward first-time shenanigans, angst, fluff, and yeah if I missed anything please let me know.

T.W. 2: This turned into a whole ass fic so forewarning for mentions of blood, neglectful parenting, and a near-death experience for a main character.

Word count: 6.355

Mini dictionary for this fic:

Olo'eyktan = clan leader

Kaltxì! = hello

Oeru syaw... = My name is...

Ngaru tut? = And you are?

Sempul= father

Sa'nok= mother

Oe tìwayn...= I love...

Tsahik= spiritual leader

Yawne = beloved

Oeya- = My-

Oel ngati kameie = I see you

Nga yawne lu oer = I love you (You are beloved to me)

Kehe= no

If you have any Lo'ak requests, please send them my way!

Lo'ak had never been chosen for anything in his life.

For as long as he'd remembered, his parents had either been taking every spare moment they had to teach Neteyam the right path in life, so that he would one day be an Olo'eyktan fit enough to succeed his father or alternatively, dote on his sisters. It was at an embarrassingly young age when he discovered that he could have wandered off from the safety of his family and nobody would have taken much notice until the eclipse would come, and it was time to turn in.

Even on those occasions, Lo'ak would try to prove his worth by showing his father a creature he had caught or a place he had 'discovered', but his parents didn't really do much other than reprimand him for his reckless behavior.

"You know you were supposed to help me look after your baby sister today, why is it so hard for you to understand basic instructions?" His father would huff, dragging him back home while carrying Tuk on his shoulders. Lo'ak looked at her. She was a tiny infant, where could she have possibly gone by herself? And why did he have to stick around to look after her, while Neteyam and Kiri were out hunting with their mother?

Eventually, his disappearances stopped raising alarms, as his family had accepted Lo'ak would always find his way back or his brother would be the one to recuperate him. On these occasions, Lo'ak had tried to fit in with the rest of the clan but had quickly discovered his presence wasn't all that welcome among his peers. While they felt the need to respect him because he was the Olo'eyktan's son and Neteyam's brother, his quirks, specifically his hands and his speech pattern were too... different. Too human. A lot of Omaticayans his age had been orphaned as a consequence of the war against the sky people, and Lo'ak was just another reminder of what their presence had left behind. Not to mention he was also friends with Spider, an actual sky person, even though he was born on Pandora and knew nothing of Earth.

On a day like any other, Lo'ak and Spider were playing hide and seek just the two of them, a game Jake had taught them and was too 'human' sounding for the rest of their peers to want to join in, and Lo'ak had found the perfect hiding spot on a tree Spider was never going to be able to climb when a voice startled him so much, he almost fell out of the branch he'd been resting on.

"Kaltxì!" The little Na'vi girl his age greeted him enthusiastically while hanging upside down from the tree branch directly above him. Lo'ak stared at her and felt like prey in the split second it was about to be hit by an arrow. He had never seen such beautiful eyes. And he had never talked to a girl before, other than his sisters. "Oeru syaw y/n." She continued. "Ngaru tut?"

"L-Lo'ak." He managed to say, instinctively hiding his hands behind his back. She looked at him curiously, almost as if to ponder his silence. Then y/n seemed to have a sudden realization. "Now I know!" She exclaimed again loudly, along with switching her language register, but Lo'ak couldn't care less about losing his game of hide and seek with Spider anymore. "You are the Spider's friend. You speak the English. You see? I speak the English too. You can talk to me." Y/n announced rather diplomatically, not knowing that Lo'ak was perfectly capable of speaking Na'vi as well. "Friends?" She reached out her hand, her eyes brimming with hope.

Lo'ak nodded and smiled back at her, still at a loss for words, until he finally said: "Yes, friends." But he didn't dare to shake her hand. Y/n dropped down from the branch she'd been hanging from gracefully, her tail twitching as she inquired: "You are hurt?", trying to get a better look at his hands.

"No!" Lo'ak blurted out, and in doing so he inadvertently put his hands forward to keep y/n at a distance, while he was backed up against the tree trunk, with nowhere else to go except fall to his death. Y/n's comically large eyes took in the sight of his hands, examining them for signs of trauma. But there were none. Lo'ak braced himself for the inevitable rejection. "Big baby." She chided. "Nothing wrong with your hands, see?" Lo'ak let y/n hold his hands up to his face, and Spider found them like that the very next second.

"Ha-ha!" He panted, out of breath from climbing all the way up to where the two Na'vi hadn't been so quiet. "I. Win."

"Win?" Y/n asked, dropping Lo'ak's hands. "Is it a game? Can I play? Oh, and-and my friends as well. You will meet them now. Come."

Lo'ak realized then, that was what it must have felt like to be chosen by someone.

From that day onward, Lo'ak and y/n had been inseparable. He was the first person she'd pick to play on her team once he and Spider had been accepted by her friends, he was the first and sometimes only person she'd tell her 'secrets' to, and as they grew older they would only go out hunting if the other was with them. Ceremonies, dinners, you name it, Lo'ak and y/n were sitting next to each other, trying their best to keep their giggles and whispers at a low volume, something y/n really couldn't help, especially when Neteyam would turn around to reprimand his younger brother.

Y/n got gradually closer with his family as well over the years, being of big help with babysitting Tuk and escorting Kiri to Hellsgate with the rest of her siblings whenever she wanted to visit her mom. Her English had gotten progressively better, and she was as fluent of a speaker as the rest of the Sullys, regretfully owing a lot of her vocab to the two brothers. On a particular outing to the lab, Lo'ak had been in the middle of teasing Kiri about her conception, and y/n was quick to respond to him, intent on defending her friend.

"-their avatars, all alone in the forest-" Lo'ak goaded Kiri, and y/n cut him off before her best friend could insinuate anything else. "As if you would know anything about that, virgin!" His siblings laughed at this.

"Who are you calling virgin, virgin?" He'd snap back, and their argument would usually end up in a scuffle, which he was always the first one to pull away from.

Lo'ak hadn't realized how easy he had it back then, before... Well, before none of them no longer had time to be kids. The sky people came back around the time of Neteyam's 20th birthday, and yet somehow, that hadn't been the most devastating event Lo'ak was about to experience in the days to come.

"Lo'ak listen to me, and for Eywa's sake, don't run off until I'm done talking." Neteyam rested a hand on his shoulder, he had never seen such a pained expression on his brother's face before. "Sempul has been talking to me about responsibility and family, and-"

Lo'ak tsked, shaking his head. "Big surprise there, bro."

"Lo'ak..." Neteyam said sternly, and Lo'ak wondered when exactly had his brother become so much like their father. "I saw him and sa'nok talking to y/n's parents the other day. Saying stuff like she is the only one other than Kiri who truly understands Eywa's will. They've seen her healing abilities, she's been helping out with the war effort under Mo'at instructions. They want her to be the next tshaik, after mother."

Lo'ak couldn't stop the ugly frown that took over his features, and neither could he prevent himself from shoving his brother off him in disdain. "What are you saying?" He asked angrily, even though he already knew the answer to his question.

"You know what I'm saying, bro-"

"You're not my brother!" Lo'ak snarled, and for once in his life actually felt intimidating as he did so. Neteyam looked even more distraught than he had been a few seconds ago, but his agony was nowhere as close as the hell wreaking havoc inside Lo'ak. Y/n was the one thing Lo'ak had in this world that was truly his, and now he was going to have to stand aside while she married his brother. "I love her, I need her." He screamed, the pain in his chest was unlike anything he'd ever felt. "You don't-"

"Exactly, I don't." Neteyam said, trying to recover his younger brother from his anguish. "And I will say no to this union, but you know this decision is out of my hands-"

"Of course, you'll do anything as long as it doesn't interfere with you being the perfect son!" Lo'ak spat with tears in his eyes and Neteyam was quick to raise his voice, something that he almost never did. "Do not say that, Lo'ak. You know that is not true-"

But Lo'ak was done talking. And he had a feeling he didn't want to stick around for the evening ceremony either.

Y/n had remained deadly silent as her parents had given her the news. Tsahik, marriage, Neteyam. At one point it all started to become white noise in her head. All she could think about was Lo'ak. The day they'd both ridden their ikrans for the first time, and had stayed out well passed the eclipse. The hunting excursions, when it was just the two of them. Listening to human music on a device they'd stolen from the lab one time.

"Oe tìwayn Lo'ak." She'd never said it out loud to anyone, but it was true. She loved Lo'ak, and her parents simply couldn't understand. The younger Sully boy was nothing but a troublemaker, a complete mance to the clan and anyone else around him. They were never going to give their beautiful, talented daughter away to a five-fingered freak of nature, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with them.

Y/n felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, not even recollecting how she'd found herself sitting amongst the rest of the clan, as they all faced the tree of souls and the Olo'eyktan began to speak. She couldn't see Lo'ak anywhere. Y/n found it harder and harder to breathe. He was still her best friend, and she needed to tell him what was about to happen before his father announced it to everyone they knew. Lo'ak would have thought she'd have kept it secret from him, and y/n could never break his trust.

"It is with great pride and joy that today we-" The clan leader, Jake Sully, had stopped talking in the middle of his speech and was now looking directly at her. In fact, everybody was. Y/n only then realized she'd stood up while everyone else was still sitting down. Neytiri walked up to her, wiping the tears from her face. Y/n hadn't even realized she'd been crying. "Child, you do not look well." She spoke warmly as if she were speaking to one of her own daughters.

Y/n's tail was twitching violently, still looking around for Lo'ak as she took in a shaky breath. "It is Lo'ak." She managed to say. "He is not here." Y/n whined and her parents decided to step in. "Sit down, daughter. You are disrespecting the clan leader. End this foolishness at once!" But Neytiri was quick to be concerned, asking Neteyam for answers about his brother's whereabouts. "He could not be here. And I do not blame him."

Jake finally decided to have his say. The only fool around had been him, if he'd only now realized the love Lo'ak and y/n had for each other, if the look in her eyes and Lo'ak's disappearance from her side had been anything to go by. "Every single one of our people is allowed to speak their mind. Y/n has not disrespected me, or anyone else." Jake reassured her parents. Y/n saw no other way out for herself, and she knew she was either going to have to say the truth now or forever be silent. "Forgive me, Olo'eyktan. Forgive me, Neytiri. I know I am promised to your eldest son, and I know you wish for me to be tsahik one day. These are the two greatest honors I could ever ask from Eywa herself, and I am grateful. Nothing should be more important to me than looking after the clan, especially now, in a time of war... but my heart, it belongs to your youngest son. It belongs to Lo'ak. It always has. And because I know I would be doing the clan a disservice, that I would be undermining your authority and Mo'at's, I am prepared to be exiled from the clan or pay whatever other punishment in light of my failure."

A loud ruckus erupted as soon as y/n had finished her speech, her parents, in particular, trying to undermine everything she'd just said, while everybody else began to give their opinion on the matter. "Where is he? Your demon son? Can he not even vouch for the woman he has clearly seduced?"

Neteyam could still hear the clan squabbling from where he eventually found his brother. His usual hiding place. "When you are done sulking" He said, announcing his presence before grabbing Lo'ak by the scruff of his neck. "Maybe you could come back and stand by y/n side. She is talking of leaving the clan-" Neteyam's eyes widened as he saw the deep claw marks that ran from Lo'ak's chest all the way down to his left side. Lo'ak was clutching his abdomen, his hands covered in blood.

"Lo'ak, look at me... bro!" Neteyam's voice cracked. "I'm taking you home now, understand? You're going to be fine..."

"I thought... If I could be... a mighty warrior... like you..." Lo'ak murmured, a faint smile on his face. "Maybe... "

But he didn't get to finish that sentence, because a blood-curdling scream had just pierced through both of their ears. Y/n had known about every single one of Lo'ak hiding places too, and it hadn't taken her long to find him. It was almost as if she'd already known, deep within her bones, that he had gone and hurt himself, yet nothing could have prepared her for seeing him like this. "Yawne, what have you done? what have you done?" She wailed and kissed his face, trying to put pressure on his wounds. Neteyam had to separate them, his priority was to take Lo'ak back to Mo'at in time, even though he was just as devastated as y/n.

Y/n didn't leave Lo'ak's side for a single second over the following days. She carried him home with Neteyam. She helped Mo'at and Neytiri heal him. She stayed by his bed until he finally regained consciousness. "Oeya-Lo'ak, you are awake!" Y/n embraced him, mindful of his recovering wounds. Lo'ak pulled away from y/n enough to look into her eyes. "You see me. Only you see me." He said, touching her face gently as she nodded, pressing her forehead against his. "Oel ngati kameie." Y/n whispered, and Lo'ak could have cried when he heard those words leave her lips. "Nga yawne lu oer, y/n. I see you."

Lo'ak came to know of her and Neteyam's refusal to be together, of the rift it had cut between y/n and her parents. How she'd stood up in front of them and the entire clan to declare that she loved him and she would sooner be exiled than belong to anyone else other than him. Amongst the Omaticaya there were some who were certain Lo'ak had taken advantage of y/n, so that he could trap her in being with him, knowing full well Lo'ak would have never lived up to his brother's perfect image. All of this enraged him. He could no longer withstand being on bedrest while wild accusations were being made on y/n. On his mate.

She hissed at him while he tried to get up, and his siblings were having none of it either, when his parents finally turned up to see him. Lo'ak took in their expressions. He had never seen them so worn out with worry. Both Neytiri and Jake embraced their youngest son, dutifully checking on him. After making sure he had eaten, and with Mo'at's permission, his parents asked for everyone except y/n to leave.

By the time his parents had also left, Lo'ak and y/n were promised to each other.

Lo'ak was on strict orders to recuperate from his run-in with a thanator over the coming weeks and was forced to get updates about the ongoing war from Kiri and Tuk. Neteyam and y/n would visit every day, but now that y/n had stepped down as future Tsahik, she was determined to make herself useful by replacing her mate in the war effort until he got better. Neteyam had sworn to Lo'ak that he would have kept y/n safe, but it didn't stop Lo'ak from trying to escape his grandmother's watchful eye so he too could be out on the battlefield with his yawne. Where he belonged.

"Oeya-Lo'ak, you are still recovering." Y/n would complain to him almost every night when she came back to be by his side. Truthfully, she was scared. The second the excuses for making him stay behind ran out, Lo'ak could have gone back to playing a reckless game with his own life. And now, her own life was tied to his. She had gotten hurt fighting the sky people, yes, but nothing could have ever come close to the visceral pain that had ripped through her the day she thought she had lost him forever. Sometimes it made her even too scared to get closer to him, of sharing everything of herself and then suddenly being left behind without ever being able to cope with that loss.

Y/n was on the verge of losing her mind, she was certain because the instinctive need to protect her own heart was more often than not overcome by a different type of need. Y/n had felt low echoes of it when she and Lo'ak had been growing up, whenever he'd wrap his tail around her leg or he'd be standing right behind her, his arms circling hers as he taught her how to shoot an arrow. Now that need was stronger than ever, and she knew what name to give it. Tìnew. Desire.

And she didn't know what to do with it. In fact, she felt ashamed. Lo'ak was still hurt, and all she could think about while she was in the middle of checking on his progress, was wondering what it would be like to run her hands across his body in a different type of way. Her other friends had all already mated, she knew. Y/n wondered sometimes if Lo'ak did not find her beautiful, if he regretted choosing her, but could no longer back out of his decision. He did not seem to want her, in fact, over the following weeks, he seemed to struggle greatly with the feeling of her touch. Something which had never happened before.

Little did she know that Lo'ak was struggling just as much as she was. Y/n's touch burned in such a delicious manner, Lo'ak could not have described it in his own words if he tried. All he knew was it left him starved and aching for more whenever she would eventually have to leave. But he could not initiate anything real while he was still in that state. He could see the sorrow in her eyes every time she'd look at his wounds, and he knew his recklessness had scarred her. And in turn, it had changed him. Eywa as his witness, he no longer wanted to hear y/n scream so viscerally as she had done the night he'd almost died. He needed to be a better person. If not for his sake, then for her own. Y/n was his responsibility now.

Soon he was back on his feet again, and ready to face the rest of the clan. Y/n would now sit amongst his family and Lo'ak was always glued to her side, ready to hiss or growl at anyone who so much as looked at his mate the wrong way. Y/n loved sitting between his legs with his chest to her back, wanting nothing more than to show off her mate to the rest of the clan. She noted that since his recovery, Lo'ak had been less inclined to chat or make jokes like he usually did when they both had to sit through another one of Jake's boring speeches before dinner. It made her sad, since Lo'ak's jokester side was one of the things she loved most about him, but she understood he was going through a lot.

It was on one of these occasions y/n decided to soothe her mate by reaching for his braid, bringing it to rest over her shoulder so she could play with it absentmindedly. Lo'ak realised only after a few minutes that her ministrations were making him purr. Him. Purr. In public. His hands dug into her hips and he hid his face in her neck, trying to keep quiet. "Yawne, you need to stop that... please..." Lo'ak whispered so only she could hear, her hands dangerously close to his queue. Y/n frowned and turned back to look at him. "Did I hurt you?" She asked in concern, reaching out to touch his face. Lo'ak felt his cheeks flare up with heat. He wanted to give her some cocky response, but in truth, he was scared. "No, no. You could never hurt me, y/n... it's more... the opposite." How could anyone want to be with him in that way? To physically bind themselves to him for the rest of their life? Hadn't he taken enough from y/n already?

"The opposite?" She asked, ears bent downwards and still not understanding. "If it makes you feel good, then why would I stop? I like hearing you purr..." Lo'ak tried once again to hide his blush by looking away but to no avail. Y/n's tail wrapped around his own then, preventing him from furiously whacking it against the ground every few seconds, like he always did when he was nervous. "It's just... I—"

All it took was for y/n to look him dead in the eye for her to understand. Eventually she would always see through him. "You wish to mate with me."

A nervous cough overcame Lo'ak as soon as y/n had said those words, making quite a few of their clan members turn towards him and shake their heads in disappointment. Y/n immediately grabbed some water for him to drink.

"Y-yes." He finally managed to say, not sure if he was ever going to recover from such an embarrassing display.

"But... I was certain... you did not desire me. That maybe, you loved me but did not find me beautiful..." Y/n confessed and Lo'ak realized what an absolute skxawng he'd been. The entire time he'd spent feeling sorry for himself and trying to be a better 'version' of himself for y/n, to stop getting in harm's way and taking every aspect of his life more seriously, he'd ended up neglecting his mate. The two of them had probably been the only couple to have waited so long, and he couldn't imagine what kind of reasons y/n had to come up with to explain his 'disinterest'. Clearly, he'd made her feel less than worthy, and it devastated him.

Lo'ak placed one of his hands over y/n's jaw, tilting her face upwards to look at him. "I never, ever want to hear you say that, yawne." He pulled her lower back snugly towards him until she could feel how hard he was for her, making her let out a shaky breath as she turned away from Lo'ak but pressed back against him even more. "Can't you feel how badly I want you? How badly I've always wanted you?" Y/n nodded, trying to look stoically in front of her as if nothing was going on. As if Lo'ak's words weren't making her heart feel like it was going to burst at any minute. As if it would make things any better, y/n reached for one of Lo'ak's hands and held it close to her breastplate, trying to slow her heartbeat down. "Your little heart is beating so fast..." Lo'ak spoke against her braids. "So is yours!" Y/n snapped at him in a low voice, making Lo'ak chuckle. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back.

She wondered if the rest of the clan members could tell what was going on. Y/n didn't want to disrespect Lo'ak's family a second time. But nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them, except the handful of jealous fuckers who eyed y/n whenever they thought he wasn't looking. Lo'ak wondered if they could tell she was shaking in his arms just because of his words. "You don't see the way they look at you? How much they hate me because you're mine?" He asked, placing a hand dangerously close to her inner thigh.

"I don't care about the others. I never have." Y/n sighed leaning back against him.

It was a long wait for everyone else to go to sleep and leave the Tree of Souls empty that night. Sure, they could have gone some place else, considering how worked up the two of them had gotten, but Lo'ak wanted to do things the right way. This was the one thing in his life that he was not going to half-ass or screw up.

Y/n had put him first since the day she'd met him and Lo'ak was going to spend the rest of the night, no, the rest of his life, showing her just how she made him feel every single day.

"You are worrying again..." Y/n noticed, pulling him down to sit next to her. Lo'ak had been overfixating on finding the perfect spot for them to lay down. "I am worried too..." She confessed touching his face. Lo'ak frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "We do not need to do this... if you've changed your mind..."

"Kehe! Of course not..." Y/n climbed on top of him, laying across his chest as she kissed him. "I am afraid of losing you... always." Lo'ak really didn't know what to say to those words, because he knew in his heart she was right and he could not argue. He felt exactly the same way about her, but he'd given y/n plenty of reason not to trust he'd stay out of harm's way. "What if... what if I am to carry your child and you don't come back to me? What then?"

The notion of getting y/n pregnant made Lo'ak revert to blushing and scrambling his words, and she blushed as well, realizing she had been somewhat blunt. Lo'ak hardly ever saw her blush and it truly was a sight to behold. "I promise. Eywa as my witness, I will always come back to you, yawne. Always. " As he said those words, Lo'ak didn't even feel like he was himself anymore, but he was certain he meant them.

Y/n brought both of her hands to his face and kissed him again, deeply this time. It was languid and desperate, almost as if she'd been waiting for that promise for a very long time. Lo'ak groaned as she run her tongue over his fangs, pulling away to graze his teeth over her neck and making her gasp. He sat up to get some leverage and asked his mate permission before sinking his teeth into her skin, marking her permanently.

"Lo'ak!" Y/n cried, digging her nails into his back as he lapped up the blood running down her neck. She gave him a sharp bite too, just over his shoulder, in retaliation, making him chuckle. "I'm sorry yawne, let me make it up to you..."

"You better, skxawng!" She huffed, shoving his chest playfully, even if the act of being marked had made the pressure between her legs so unbearable it was beginning to hurt. Lo'ak laughed again and y/n hissed at him meakly, ears drawn back. Why did his laugh also have to... have an effect on her?

"So I'm a skxawng, now?" Lo'ak asked in amusement as he kissed his way down her neck, deciding to get rid of her piece of clothing with his mouth also. It didn't take Y/n long to notice, Lo'ak's hands were no longer on her body, in fact he was leaning against them, only reaching out to touch her if he needed to hold her in place for a few seconds. He was still insecure about them, after all those years, and it would have broken her heart if Lo'ak hadn't been in the middle of making her feel so good. "I thought I was your yawne—"

Y/n got rid of her top piece herself and brought Lo'ak's hands to her breasts. His confidence seemed to leave him then. "You are my yawne. But you are also a skxawng... " She sighed softly through her nose. "I want you to use your hands on me, Lo'ak." Y/n told him, searching for his eyes as one of her hands guided his own over her breast.

"Y-yes. I know... it's just..."

Lo'ak's mind completely blanked the second y/n brought his other hand to her mouth, kissing every single one of his fingers before wrapping her lips around his index and middle finger, sucking around them. She took them as deep in her mouth as she could before pulling away again, enjoying the sight of her flustered mate. "Your hands are beautiful. And they're mine." She whispered, kissing the pad of his thumb. Lo'ak ran his thumb over her bottom lip, and reached back for her queue, bringing it together with his own.

"Nga yawne lu oer, I want to be with you, like this, forever." Lo'ak murmured before making the connection between them. Y/n jolted in his arms, hanging on to his neck for dear life. She'd known the tsaheylu would have felt good, intense even. But she could not have anticipated half of what she was feeling at that moment. Lo'ak's heart was beating so hard, she could feel it in her own chest, battling against her own. And he wanted her... Eywa, he wanted her so bad he could have died from it.

Lo'ak saw inside y/n too, and wasted no time in tugging her forward in a searing kiss. She arched into him and squeezed her thighs around his middle, squirming in his lap as he finally let his inhibitions go. "Want this off--off..." Y/n protested at the sight of his loincloth, rudely tugging at it without much regard for the fact Lo'ak wouldn't have anything to wear the following morning if she destroyed his clothes.

Lo'ak grinned and helped her, finally getting some of his cheeky attitude back. "Who knew my y/n could be so needy—" Her hand on his cock however was enough to make him shut up, well, curse under his breath more like. Y/n meanwhile was completely enthralled with what she was doing, enjoying the feeling of Lo'ak's shaft hardening and leaking under her touch. The fact he was falling apart from it was just an added bonus. "Where were you hiding all this?" She teased and Lo'ak was certain the woman in his arms was going to be the death of him.

"S-shut up..." He whined, struggling to even remember his name when she twisted her wrist and added just the right amount of pressure, making Lo'ak buck up into her hand instinctively. "Shit, y/n, you're being really... d-distracting right now... you need to give me... ah... a break, okay yawne?"

Against every fiber of his being, Lo'ak gently removed her hand. She frowned "Oh? But I like playing with your—"

"Kehe! None of that either..." Lo'ak reprimanded her softly and she giggled. "Let me focus on you, please? I've been waiting for so long..." Y/n nodded, smiling shyly at his words. "Honestly..." Lo'ak mumbled, kissing down the slope of her breasts, having hooked his arms underneath her thighs to hold her higher up. "Only you could get all shy... at something like that... and not about jerking me off..." Y/n loved to listen to Lo'ak talk to her while he drove her crazy with his hands and mouth. The second Lo'ak figured her nipples were particularly sensitive, she was a goner. She mewled and whined as he abused them with his mouth, and tugged harshly on his braids, which only seemed to encourage him further.

Her remaining piece of clothing was completely soaked, and y/n had to resort to rutting herself down against his thigh to get any sort of friction. "Shit..." Lo'ak cursed, realising he'd completely neglected that aspect of things. "Yawne, you're so wet... is this where you need me?" He cooed and Y/n nodded, crying out from the relief of feeling Lo'ak push a single long digit inside of her. She was ready for him, had been for a while, but that didn’t seem to matter because Lo'ak had just discovered how much he loved taking her apart with his fingers. He wanted to eat up every single reaction he could get out of her, hooked on the feeling of her slick running down his skin and the deep purring sounds she'd make if he stroked the most inner walls of her core.

"L-Lo'ak... Lo'ak please... I don't know what's happening..." she sobbed, the coil that had been building in the pit of her stomach was about to snap and it felt so good and so foreign at the same time, y/n didn't know what was about to happen. Lo'ak stilled immediately, afraid he'd been hurting his mate, but then he understood. He didn't know if it was through their bond, or something else, but he just knew. "Just hold on to me, yawne." He asked he to trust him, not faltering his rhythm inside her for a second. "Trust me, I know it's scary, but you're about to feel so good. So, so good... I promise..."

The only thing better than watching his mate come apart was feeling her pleasure radiate through their bond. Lo'ak watched y/n in complete and utter adoration, holding her through the aftermath until her breathing went back to normal. "Lo'ak..."

"What is it, yawne...?"

"Don't make me wait anymore..." Y/n laid herself down on the grass, pulling Lo'ak down to be on top of her. It was so dark now so could perfectly make out all the luminous freckles on his body. He entered her slowly, immediately feeling like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Y/n was slick, warm and impossibly tight around him. It took everything he had not to fuck her senseless right then and there.

Y/n on her part wanted Lo'ak to be as close to her as it was physically possible. She wanted his body to completely cover her own, feel his entire weight bare down on her. "I'm right here, y/n..." He reassured her as he began to move, listening to her soft moans. "I see you."

It didn't take long for y/n to start meeting his thrusts, whining that he go faster. "I don't want you to stop, Lo'ak... you can't—" She had never felt so good in her life, and she begged to Eywa that the morning would never come if this was what the rest of their night was going to be like.

"No, 'm not gonna stop, yawne..." Lo'ak quelled her worries with a kiss, and lifted her hips upwards to hold them in place. The new angle made y/n cry out his name, and Lo'ak held her like that, one arm around her middle and his other hand splayed out across her stomach to keep her still as he fucked her in earnest. The nature of that raw act made her cum again, this time without warning as she clamped down on his cock.

Lo'ak wasn't that far behind her either. "Good. That's my good girl..." He praised, reaching out for her hand as she intertwined their fingers together. "Yawne... y/n I'm going to cum now... " He was about to make himself pull away, since they hadn't really discussed that sort of thing, but y/n locked her legs around his waist. "Inside me..." She whined with a shudder, a little overestimated by that point. That was more than enough to tip Lo'ak over the edge. He groaned, fucking his load inside y/n for what felt like an eternity. He'd never come so much and for so long.

Afterwards he found that he couldn't pull away from his mate. Y/n was particularly adamant that he stay inside of her even while they slept, and it didn’t fail to make Lo'ak grin like an idiot. "Can I at least turn as around so you can sleep more comfortably? I promise you, you can have my dick back in a second..."

She hissed at him, dismounting from him herself. "Only you could ruin a romantic moment like that, skxawng..."

Lo'ak hugged her from behind, kissing the bite mark he'd left on her neck. "So I'm back to being a skxawng? You know I liked the things you were calling me before a lot better..." He teased, doing a very poor impression of her moaning, which made y/n give his tail a sharp tug.

He did the same in retaliation and the ended up in one of their usual play-fights, only this time, Lo'ak didn't eventually shy away from her touch. Once they'd both finally worn each other out, Lo'ak wrapped his arms tightly around y/n as she rested on top of him.

"Y/n..." He whispered, wandering if she was still awake. Luckily she was already fast asleep. "Thank you. For choosing me."

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The Dining Car

"So, according to the pamphlet, we'll be on the train all night before arriving at the station closest to Lake Io Lanthe in the morning. Once we get off the train, we'll be walking the rest of the way."

Once I'm done talking, Mammon rolls his eyes at me. I understand not wanting to share a room with Luke, but that doesn't completely explain the bad attitude he's had all day, nor does it excuse it.

"You need to take this seriously," Luke chides Mammon. "What if we get lost?" Another eye roll.

"At least I'm not bouncin' up and down like a kid in a candy store."

"That's not how you behaved in the kitchen," MC retorts, glancing up from their copy from the pamphlet to glare at him. Mammon merely returns to picking at his food, which suggests to me that he's too scared to talk back to them. It's interesting, the idea of him fearing them. I don't think he feels that way about anyone else, not even Lucifer--and I've heard some rather loud yelps from him when he's caught red-handed by his brother.

But he has been known to argue with Lucifer, and he's not even attempting to do anything like that with MC.

"Apparently, each of the cars on this train is named after an angel," MC reads out loud.

"Lemme see!" Luke exclaims. Once MC hands him the pamphlet and points to where the information is located, his face lights up.

"That's so cool! It shows just how much they love angels here in the human world." A brief pause, followed by a gasp. "And the first car is named after Michael himself!"

I take a sip from my beverage in order to stop myself from sighing. I really wish Luke didn't hold Michael on this high pedestal. It's only going to hurt him in the long run when he discovers that the seraph is far from perfect.

Don't get me wrong; Michael is ultimately a good person. He just has a lot of issues, his obsession with Lucifer being one of them. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't gotten in trouble for his shrine. The mere possibility of the de-facto man in charge worshiping the Avatar of Pride rather than devoting himself to God--I mean, Father--would bring about an amount of chaos that hasn't been seen since the Great War.

It would certainly make my situation seem far tamer in comparison.

"I mean, when it comes down to it, are angels really that great? I don't see what's so special about 'em."

"How dare you!" Great. Luke and Mammon are arguing.

"Take a deep breath, Luke," MC instructs.

"You're right," he replies once he's calmed down. "I can't let Mammon's stupid attempts at provoking me succeed."

"You know I'm sitting right here, don't ya?"

"Oh, look; dessert's here." The words sound incredibly hollow coming out of my mouth. I just want to eat in peace. The food's not great enough to warrant enjoying it per say, but it's at least edible.

Luke immediately digs into his dessert, offering some to MC in the process.

"Yo, Luke, gimme a bite of that dessert of yours!"

"Eww, no! Why should I give you any of my dessert?!"

"There ya go, actin' like a brat again. Like, take it easy. It's just dessert."

"Look who's talking! You're the one who's insisting on having part of someone else's dessert. That's way more childish!"

I'm getting a headache. This isn't good. It always starts with a headache. Maybe if I can sneak away and decompress--

I feel something grab my hand and squeeze it. Glancing underneath the table reveals it to be MC's hand, although you'd never tell by the look on their face that that's what they did.

I appreciate them trying to comfort me. I really do. This isn't the sort of thing I want them brought into, though. As it is, I've already revealed too much to them about it.

"We'll flip a coin. If I win, I get your dessert."

"No thanks. I don't even want your dessert."

"What, afraid you're gonna lose, are ya? Luke the loser is scared, is that it?"

Tight muscles. That's phase two. Phase three is the internal screaming.

Except everything feels more intense this time. Yes, I'm upset at Mammon for bullying Luke for no apparent reason, but it shouldn't be enough for me to feel like chewing his head off. Besides, I'm usually able to calm down before it gets this far, and yet none of my techniques are working.

"That's impossible! You cheated, didn't you?!"

Another squeeze.

The hand.

"MC, let go," I hiss.

"I can't." I try to myself, but I fail as well. "I'm sorry, Simeon."

I feel bad. I really do. Everyone in this dining car is about to see a nasty side to me. The only thing I can do is hope that no one gets hurt.

"You're Michael's little puppy. You sit in his lap and sniff him and snuggle up against him all day long, doncha?"

There it is. The final straw that broke the camel's back.

"That's enough!" I snarl. Instantly, all eyes are on our table. I'm sure a few other cars heard me as well. I can get rather loud when I'm in this state.

Dinner's officially over.

#obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me luke

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A Character Study: Aegon II from House of the Dragon

3k+ words. Just a compilation of my thoughts concerning the character of Aegon Targaryen II. I'm not trying to debate or prove a point, I just wanted to pen down my views of him. Also, I did not mention Daeron because I wanted to focus on the TV show.

Beware, spoilers.

Aegon is a product of abandonment — by his father, mother, and his elder sister — and his personality holds all the signs of it. Viserys, for all his dreams of having a male heir, neglects the boy when he finally is born. The king instead showers all his affection on Rhaenyra, the only surviving child born out of the marriage with the true love his life, the late Queen Aemma.

Rhaenyra sees Aegon only as a rival and threat to her claim on the Iron Throne. In the book, the only reason she even agreed to marry Laenor Velaryon after the infamous Daemon scandal was because Viserys threatened to replace Aegon as his heir if she didn’t comply. Aegon's her competitor and nothing more. Rhaenyra makes it obvious when she makes a point to address him only as half-brother (she addresses all of Alicent’s children as half-siblings, for that matter).

As for Alicent, Otto Hightower was removed as Hand of the King shortly after Aegon’s birth — an event that Alicent blames Rhaenyra for. She’s now left in a court full of schemers; she has zero allies save for Ser Criston Cole and Larys Strong (the latter who she treats with trepidation because, let’s face it, he’s a creepy guy and his job as professional torturer doesn’t help). Her new position as Queen only isolates her further. To top it off, her husband blatantly favors her step-daughter over both her and her new baby boy, which only fuels the belief that Aegon’s life would be at risk should Rhaenyra succeed him.

Alicent is now feeling more alone than ever. I also think a part of her saw Aegon as the final event that ended her childhood once and for all. He represents a time of significant losses to her — loss of her maidenhood, loss of her father, loss of her bond with her childhood friend. She feels deeply betrayed by everyone she had been close to. By Rhaenyra, who lied to her about Daemon/Criston despite swearing on Aemma’s grave (which holds so much weight for Alicent because both her and Rhaenyra bonded over the deaths of their mothers). By Viserys, who married her when his heart still belonged to Aemma. By Otto, who had a hand in making her marriage with Viserys happen and then left her to raise her son — his grandson — all on her own.

So Aegon had an absent father, an unfriendly older sister, and a mother who feels paranoid and isolated. Aegon may have only been a toddler but I don’t think he was clueless to the woes of his mother and tensions happening in court. Children always pick up on emotions.

It was the perfect recipe for creating the irresponsible young man he would grow up to be.

Now we’re going to be stepping into headcannon land, but bear with me. I’m imagining Aegon as a young boy in the throne room. He’s hiding behind Alicent’s skirts because I think young Aegon would’ve been a scared little kid. Growing up in court amidst all the animosity would have him both confused and anxious all the time. He’d blame himself for his father’s neglect and his mother’s worried eyes and frown lines. His older sister also hates him for apparently no reason too, at least according to Aegon. His mother whispers to him that the Iron Throne would be his one day, but soon he notices the cuts that his father gets from sitting on the damned chair. Cuts that always fester and that the maesters would eventually have to leech. He sees Viserys getting weaker and weaker each time he sits the throne.

That’s when Aegon decides that he doesn’t want the throne. He doesn’t want that fate. I think Aegon is smarter than people give him credit for. He sees the Iron Throne for what it really is: a decoration and a cutting hazard. More importantly, he sees it as an extension of Viserys. The Iron Throne = the king = Viserys = the father who doesn’t care for him.

Well, fuck that, young Aegon thinks. I won’t care about you either. Fuck you and everything you stand for.

So he lets all his inhibitions run wild. I think it would start with small childhood acts of defiance — like boisterously interrupting important meetings around the Red Keep and playing rude pranks on lords and servants alike. Eventually he’d discover the secret passageways and he’d sneak off to Flea Bottom, pick fights with the locals just because he can, and get high at the Ale houses when he’s supposed to be studying.

What started as just a fun little drink to loosen up becomes his lifeline. Being sober opens up the path for analytical thought, and Aegon doesn’t want that, not with all the constant anxiety he feels. He wants to be far away from his reality, from his father, from his Targaryen heritage and everything it meant.

So he drowns himself in cup after cup. One addiction leads to another, and pretty soon he finds pleasure and fighting rings added to his list of addictions too. This boy is an adrenaline junkie, and he chases high after high — be it from wine, from flesh, or from violence — just to keep his mind off the fact that he's a firstborn Targaryen prince.

And if Alicent yells at him, what of it? All the slaps to his face only meant that she cares about him. Isn’t that the most important thing? Aegon thinks. The more debauched his activities became, the more she cared. (Aegon adopts the "Red Means I Love You" mentality).

I also think Aegon is jealous of Rhaenyra, sort of like how Aemond is jealous of him. Rhaenyra's irresponsibility is swept under the rug. Aegon, on the other hand, is treated as the family disappointment. No matter how many bastards she births, Viserys continues to dote upon her. No matter how many rumors circulate around King's Landing of her and her paramour, Harwin Strong, Viserys' love for Rhaenyra is unconditional. In other words, she easily receives what Aegon had always coveted.

As for his relationship with Jace and Luke — Aegon couldn’t care less that they were Rhaenyra’s bastards. Status and symbols mean nothing to him; he’s far happier in the taverns of Flea Bottom with the common people than he ever was with the stuffy nobles in the Red Keep. He has no quarrel with them, and they laugh along to his jokes and pranks. At least they know how to have fun, he thinks. Better Jace and Luke than shy, quiet Aemond who keeps to his studies (the fucking nerd) and weird Helaena who only talks about bugs.

Remember, Aegon feels awfully detached from his family. Aemond and Helaena definitely felt detached also; they too were neglected by Viserys. Each of them coped by withdrewing — Aegon to his brothels and alehouses, Aemond to the library, and Helaena to her interest in insects.

But Rhaenyra’s side has never quite felt like “family” to him — Jace and Luke look nothing like him, while with Aemond and Helaena, Aegon sees his own silver hair and purple eyes staring right back at him, symbols of his Targaryen heritage. I think he truly did consider Jace and Luke as “friends”, or at the very least, playmates for a time. He teams up with them to bully Aemond, whom he could not feel more distant from, despite being closer in blood to Aemond than he with Jace and Luke.

Aemond's a twat, Aegon justifies. Helaena's a twat too. They both represent family and duty to him, especially Helaena, who is a constant reminder of the duties he must perform as prince and firstborn son. Aegon just wants to love and be loved, and he knows he can't give that to Helaena, nor she to him. "We don't have anything in common" is the excuse he uses for not wanting to marry her, if only to lie to himself that they have everything in common. They have the same last name, the same hair and eyes, the same blood of the dragon running through their veins. And they will be stuck in the same loveless marriage together.

So when Alicent scolds him (Rhaenyra’s sons won’t be your play things forever…We are family… out there, we protect our own), the full weight of what she’s saying doesn’t hit him, not immediately…

Until Lucerys takes out Aemond's eye.

Aegon’s not stupid — he knows how Viserys gives Rhaenyra and her children free passes for everything. But I don’t think he realized that it also meant the blacks would get away with maiming his brother, the king’s own son, too. The moment Viserys was more angry over the fact that his grandsons were called bastards than his son losing an eye was when Alicent’s words truly cemented into his mind. We are family. We protect our own.

(Jace and Luke never seemed sorry for their actions too. Were these the boys I sided with against my own brother? Aegon asks himself.)

Aegon would be good at hiding it, but he’d feel immense guilt for not being there to protect his little brother. Viserys had proved to be undependable, so as the eldest son, it was now his job to protect his family.

He's relunctant, he admits. He can't connect with Aemond — his little brother was duty this, responsibility that, and frankly, it was annoying. He had never really understood Helaena (she's autistic coded). But Aegon is mad terrified of Viserys now. If his own father had threatened to cut out the tongue of anyone — noble or otherwise — who speaks a word against the blacks, and had refused to take justice for a Targaryen prince... then is anyone in his fraction truly safe?

So Aegon stops bullying Aemond. Not that he had any cause left to bully Aemond with. The little boy had claimed the meanest, baddest dragon in the world and Aemond reminded everyone of this fact whenever he got the chance. But Aegon starts keeping his jesting to a minimum, and he decides to leave Aemond in peace. At least, for most of the time. Except for when he took it upon himself to teach Aemond "how to be a man" — Aegon's version of sex education — something that Alicent would scorn if she ever found out but Aemond will eventually marry and someone needs to prepare him, Aegon thinks. Plus, it wouldn't hurt if my brother loosens up. He's all work and no play.

(And when Aemond turns 13, Aegon takes him to a brothel on the Streets of Silk. Aegon thinks he's doing his little bro a favor. Aemond would never forgive him for it — but that's a story for another time.)

Aegon also gives in and marries Helaena. Better me than Jacaerys, he thinks. If Helaena married into the blacks, Rhaenyra would always take Jace's side. The blacks didn't have a sense of justice and Aegon wouldn't subject his sister to that. I'm sure that deep down, he feels protective of her in a brotherly way, although he doesn't show it. He continues his debauchery despite knowing that it could harm her reputation but wine and women is where Aegon draws the line. I'll do what mother asks but I can't give up this.

(Aegon may think he would protect Helaena from the world but he fails to see that Helaena may need protection from him. Aemond sees this and steps up for the job.)

Aegon is also holding onto the hope that people would stop seeing him as heir if he acts unworthy enough. But in the attempt to distance himself from Viserys, Aegon turns out like his father in the process. He becomes an absent father to his children with Helaena. Good thing Uncle Aemond is there to help with the kids tho.

In spite of it all, things had started to fall into rhythm in the Red Keep for the Green kids. Aegon does his duty while still continuing his depravities, Helaena dedicates her time to her needlework and her babies, Aemond studies and trains with all his might to compensate for his lack of an eye. All is well, or as well as it could ever be.

Until the matter of Driftmark's succession brings Rhaenyra’s clan back to the Red Keep.

While the petitions were being held, Aegon was indifferent to it all. To be clear, he didn't want Luke — the bastard who maimed his brother — to get Driftmark, but he wouldn't complain if Luke did, because it would only strengthen Rhaenyra's claim to the throne, thus making his own claim less valid. Aegon attends the ceremony and treats it with the morbid amusement of a man who had nothing more to lose.

Then Daemon beheads Vaemond. That's when Aegon is reminded of who he is really dealing with. The blacks are no longer just Rhaenyra and her children — Prince Daemon, the notorious Rogue Prince, was now added to their list of foes. It was clear to everyone: the price for challenging Rhaenyra was immediate death. No trial, no mercy, no justice.

When Jace asks Helaena for a dance during dinner, Aegon’s protectiveness kicks in. He looks at Aemond, like, are you seeing this shit bro?

This bastard thinks his family can get away with maiming my brother and he wants to dance with my wife as if nothing happened?

When the fight breaks out between Jace and Aemond, Aegon sees Luke rushing to Jace's side before stepping in to stop the boy from reaching Aemond. We protect our own.

I think that afterwards, Aegon was hit with the overwhelming reality that he had, more or less, managed to ignore for the past few years. It was easier to ignore the danger he was in with Rhaenyra gone. But now that she was back... and after witnessing Daemon's recklessness in the throne room...

He sees his own head in the place of Vaemond’s. This could be my future, he thinks. Aegon wants to save himself before it was too late.

To Aegon, running away probably seemed like a win-win situation. Rhaenyra gets the crown she wants, and Aegon gets his freedom. It’s better for everyone this way, he reasons.

“I will find a ship and sail away, never to be found,” he pleads Aemond, grasping his brother’s face with both hands. He’s desperate, and he’s hoping that his brother would understand. It’s not until Ser Crispy Cream arrives that Aegon ultimately gives in and abandons his plans.

“The queen awaits,” the knight says.

In the book, Criston Cole and Aegon spend time exchanging a few more words.

“What kind of a brother steals his sister’s birthright?” Aegon protests.

It’s not until Ser Criston explains to him that the lives of his mother, brother, wife, and children will be in danger that Aegon finally relents. The book made Aegon’s motivations behind his acceptance of his fate much clearer than the show, but I thought the series incorporated a cleverer, show-not-tell way to explain Aegon’s compliance.

Think of it like this: Aegon’s holding on to the face of the brother whom he failed to protect seven years ago. Then his mother’s sworn protector — the knight who had been more attentive to him than his own father had, the man who watched him grow up — approaches him, putting an arm around his shoulder, saying “the queen awaits”.

At the mention of his mother, Aegon comes to his senses again. We are family, we protect our own.

If Aegon fled, he would be leaving his family to the wrath of Daemon and Rhaenyra. The only way he can ensure their protection is to stay and become king. It’s the Targaryen Hunger Games. Neither will live while the other survives.

Aegon decides that he would not make the mistake that he made seven years ago at Driftmark. He lets go of his brother and follows Ser Criston.

In stories, heroes separate themselves from villains by being the ones who act out of love instead of ambition. Aegon’s morals are questionable, and he certainly is no saint, but his last act in HOTD season one — the one that would change the course of history — was done out of love.

Why else would he ask “Do you love me?” while Alicent is lecturing him in the carriage on the way to his coronation. He’s saying Look at me mother. I don’t care about the politics, I am doing this just because I love you and I need to know, I’m desperate to know, if you love me too.

I can’t wait to see the route that the show writers would take his character in the later seasons. Aegon is an attention whore, and judging by how he commanded the crowd during the coronation scene, I’m excited to see him in his role as king. I think he’d absolutely have fun pulling rank. I’m the king now so I as might as well milk this position for all it’s worth.

I want to see Unhinged Aegon when Blood and Cheese happens. I want them to show Aegon letting out the most feral scream that even Aemond would stand frozen in shock. I want Aegon promising Helaena that he’s going to kill the ones who murdered their son and swearing that he’d do anything to protect them all from this day onward. (Fate heard him say that they don’t have anything in common and decided to take it up as a challenge.)

I want them to show Aegon and Helaena coping with the death of their son in their own ways — I want them to show Aegon killing every rat-catcher and Helaena locking herself in her own chamber. I want Aegon to have such a rage and thirst for revenge that Aemond seems almost harmless in comparison. Blood and Cheese awakens a monster in Aegon. Aemond’s mind unravels due to his guilt (Jaehaerys wouldn't be dead if he hadn't killed Luke) and Helaena drowns in her grief. Alicent can do nothing but watch as her daughter becomes a shell of a person and her sons become deranged.

#hotd meta #aegon ii #aegon targaryen #aegon the usurper #house of the dragon #team green #team alicent #hotd #hotd thoughts #hotd essay

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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Hi, how are you going?

Fandom: TMNT 2012

Character: Raphael

Fic type: romantic concept with dear-yandere's prompts 82. Punishment, 98. Stitches and 103. Teeth.

Personally I'm doing okay and I'd love to try my best at these prompts! @okchijt wanted to try their hand at a sadistic Raph prompt plot so I approved what they did and fleshed it out! They helped a lot! Hopefully this became a good story :D (Albeit unnerving). Warning, this one's definitely messed up so adhere to trigger warnings before hitting read more. You have been warned.

Prompts Here

Yandere! 2012! Raphael Prompts 82, 98, 103

“I know it hurts, honey, but this is what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

“I really want to be gentle to you right now, but you’re making it impossible.”

“Smart ass. I’d suggest biting your tongue before I rip it out.”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, Violence, Swearing, Threats, Anger issues, Toxic themes, Dubious relationship, Accusations of cheating, Implied delusional behavior, Implied kidnapping, Dehumanization/Degradation, Manipulation, Cuts, Punishment, Wounds, Blood, Toxic relationship obviously, Sadism, Broken bones, He feels bad at the end... kinda, TRIGGERING THEMES AS DARLING GETS HURT IN THIS.

Raph's blood boiled when he saw you look so happy with Leo, his brother. You smiled at him like you hadn't a care in the world. You laughed with him as though you weren't betraying him.

Raph hated how close you were with his brother. Sometimes it felt like Leo was better than him. It only ever angered Raph when you're so easily pleased by his brother.

Why are you never like this with him?

Was it because Leo was so much nicer? Raphael tries his best to be loving and caring with you. In fact he succeeds most of the time, he's capable of being soft. It's just that... his anger tends to get the best of him.

As a result you often become the victim of his frustration. He can't help it and he knows he has a problem. But sometimes... especially when he sees you appeal to Leo more than him...

He feels it can be justified.

Having enough of the laughing and casual conversation between you two, Raphael stands up. He feels his eye twitch and the fact he can't compete with his brother. You're talking about Leo's favorite show or something, commenting on certain moments. You barely even notice Raph is there.

Until he grabs your arm.

Silence overcomes everyone in the room as Raphael yanks you towards his room. Leonardo looks as though he wants to say something to his brother but it unsure. Based on the harsh grip the mutant has on you, you can only assume what you're in for. Were you in trouble? For what?

Raphael can't help himself when he tosses you onto the bed in his room. The wind is knocked out of you and you hear the door slam as Raphael locks the door with an audible click. Before you're able to respond to him he yells at you.

"You're cheating on me!" He growls, green eyes narrowed at your confused expression. "You always get so damn comfortable with Leo like we're not involved!"

"Raph, we're just friends? Me and Leo happen to enjoy the same show-" You try to defend yourself but your voice is quickly drowned out by his.

“Smart ass. I’d suggest biting your tongue before I rip it out.”

With that you grow silent as Raphael rages on. You hated when he got like this. His anger was like a monster that can't be tamed.

He was a monster that can't be tamed.

"I don't want you so close to him anymore! It drives me mad! It's so damn annoying... why can't you just pay attention to me?"

"That seems to be all I ever do! Talking to others is my only form of normalcy. You won't even let me go home. I can't live like some pet!" You snap back, fed up with all of his accusations. "Leo isn't going to do anything. He won't come between us!"

"Really?"

"I'm tired of things too, Raph! I'm tired of being scared of you! I'm tired of the pain, I'm tired of being some sort of obedient little pet for you. I'm tired of you CONTROLLING me!" You snap, rightfully calling out the turtle on his behavior for the past few months.

Raphael laughs at your breakdown. It's partially because you called him out. This was all a personal attack and you both knew that.

He wasn't going to deal with this.

"Oh, please! You're nothing without me." Raphael growls, stalking you into the corner of his room. "Without me, you'd be as good as dead in this world."

Regret bristles the hair on your skin as you realize how trapped you are. You shake your head and shove yourself into the corner of the bed. You really should've held your tongue.

"I'm sorry, we're just both frustrated and-"

"This'll only hurt a bit, you know better."

With lightning speed, Raph pulls his sai and cuts your skin. His cuts are sloppy but it's enough to get the lesson across. You scream in pain, the blood dripping down your arm.

"Oh... please, Raph-!" You cry, but those green eyes are cold.

"It's not enough." He says, making eye contact with you. "I need to get the point across."

"Huh?"

*SNAP*

At first, you felt nothing. If was like the adrenaline made it seem like he didn't break your arm. At first the audible crack was your only clue.

Then the pain set in.

Then you screamed.

“I know it hurts, honey, but this is what happens when you don’t do what I say.” Raphael coos towards you, shushing you and soothing you like he didn't just break your arm. He's sickeningly sweet all of a sudden as he places a hand over your whimpering mouth. You stare at him with fear and he isn't sure if he hates it or adores it.

You weakly cry apologies towards him as he pulls out medical supplies from beneath his bed. He feels he's made his point. Now it's time to fix things.

"Shhh, it's all over. I'll fix you and maybe next time you'll listen." Raphael soothes, kissing your head as he makes a makeshift cast and splint. "It's going to hurt, but by now I think you know that."

Fixing you is harder than breaking you. Despite this and all of your crying, Raphael manages to patch you up. Part of him feels bad he's done such a thing to the one he loves.

Yet he tries to tell himself it's deserved for making him feel so jealous.

Do he love or hate your tears...?

By the end of it all you turn away from Raphael on the bed. You hiss in pain at times and flinch away from him due to what he's done. You can't tell if he did this with blind rage... or he did this of his own accord.

You don't care.

“I really want to be gentle to you right now, but you’re making it impossible.” Raph grumbles bitterly, his anger simmering down as he sits on the bed. He patched you up the best he can, now it's just the aftermath.

The tone of the mutant still sounds like a threat to you, causing you to listen to him more. The last thing you want is more pain. You're miserable enough with him right now already.

"... C'mere."

Reluctantly you're pulled into the arms of Raph as he leans down with you. He rubs your back in an attempt to be soothing but you're so rigid in his arms. It's all for a good reason, Raphael even begins to think back on what he's done.

His obsession over you only ever gets worse.

"I'm sorry..." He whispers into your hair. "I wish I knew how to love you."

He doesn't expect an answer back.

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere tmnt 2012 raphael #yandere 2012 raphael

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msbarrybeeson · 2 years

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Before You Go - P.1 | Future Leonardo X Reader

A/N: Time to make a series! Inspiration is taken from the movie and several fanart. Constructive criticism is appreciated as usual.

Summary: Heartbroken about a death of a dear friend, you and Leonardo debated on whether to co-parent Cassandra’s baby son, Casey.

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns are used. Second POV.

Pairing: Rise! Future! Leonardo X Reader

Warnings: Blood. Death. Child becoming an orphan.

Word Count: ~1280

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / ...

“We’re.. keeping him?”

A wary expression on your face as you met eye-contact with Leonardo. In his arms held a baby boy, wrapped in a soft yet dirty blanket.

“We are,” he confirmed.

“But what about the other camps—.”

“I promised Cass we would take care of him.”

You went silent, wincing at the thought— the memory of your friend dying in that rubble. Leonardo shared the same feeling, replaying Cassandra’s final words in his head.

“You didn’t even ask me for my word!” you snapped. “We’re talking about taking care of a baby in an alien invasion! I want neither of us nor the team to get too attached. He’s going to get in the way and if something happens—.”

“We won’t let anything happen to him.”

Your hands curled. “...How can you be so sure?”

“(Name).” Leonardo stepped closer to you. “Think about it this way: he could be a hope for us. He could be the one to stop the Kraang and this mess.”

“No.” You wanted to yell and force him to look from your view. Except, you can’t risk scaring anyone else in the base. There were other humans, mutants, and yōkai taking refuge to hide from the Kraang.

This was one of the only safe havens in New York City, or the entire world at that rate. You wanted this to be a place of consolation, not panic.

Arms crossed, you turned away. “I was afraid you’d think that.”

“...What do you mean?”

“He’s young, Leo!” You faced him again. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about forcing the idea of ‘being the chosen hero’ on him!

What if he doesn’t rise to that challenge? What if he didn’t succeed? What would you think of him then?”

Leo’s mouth perked up.

And you realized yourself.

“Sounds like you’re the one with a personal attachment, (Name). I almost thought you don’t care about this little guy,” he teased. “I wasn’t being serious about the whole ‘hero’ thing. Splints threw me on the leader spot myself, remember?”

Your shoulders loosened.

“I remember.” You sighed. “I never said I don’t care. Just worried we won’t be able to give him the childhood he deserves— the life he deserves. I wish that for every child, especially knowing this is the wrong place for them to grow up in.”

You grimmed. “We’ll be busy trying to take out Kraang, Leo.. How are we going to take care him, let alone give him enough love?”

Leo gave no response. But you watched his feet inching closer. Then, he held out the blanket-wrapped baby to you.

“..We’ll find a way,” he assured, “We’ll work it out together.”

You took the baby in your arms. He was snoring away all the problems, a bittersweet moment that warmed your heart.

“The others are going to co-parent too, right?” you asked. That one question making Leo freeze. You spoke again, this time raising an eyebrow. “..Right?”

He cleared his throat. “Well.. the thing is.. they.. probably don’t even know how to take care of a baby.”

“What.”

“But we’ll be fine on our ownn! Trust me, (Name), nothing’s going to go wrong under our watch.”

“And then you’re going to force all the parental responsibility on me.” You scoffed. “Are you serious? You had me thinking that Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and April will help too!”

“Cass trusted us to do this.”

“Exactly, us.”

“The both of us.”

“Why did she exclude the others out?”

Truth be told, you couldn’t understand what made his brothers and April any less qualified to take care of a baby. You knew Leo would be out a lot. You too had responsibilities with keeping resources in check and defending the base. Extra loving hands shouldn’t hurt.

Except, when you found Leo averting his gaze and coughing, a light blush on his face, it clicked for you. He wasn’t being completely serious. He just liked the thought of he and you— did Cassandra tell him?

A chuckle left your lips.

“Look, as much as I’m willing to try for her,” you paused, “I don’t know if I can make a good caretaker, let alone a parent for Casey.”

“And Cass knew you’d doubt yourself,” Leo held your hands, “but she still trusted you. She trusted that you can do it.”

You took a deep breath, tearing up a bit.

“There.. are a lot of responsibilities....”

His arms brought you into a hug from behind. “I know.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder, watching little Casey sleep. “Like I said though, (Name), we will make it work.” Leo reassured. “I’m here right next to you.”

Him being made leader changed him for sure. It was comforting to see him grow less cocky and more consoling, empathetic.

You kind of missed his overconfident, happy, sarcastic side though.

“What are you doing?” A shaky breath. “We’re running the same way. Why are you handing him to me, Cass?” Leonardo felt his heart beating faster.

“Take care of him for me. He needs you all, especially (Name).”

“H-Hold on..” Leonardo taken aback.

He watched a couple of tears pooling up in Cassandra’s eyes. Her hand grasping his arm as they both ran for base.

“Y-You know (Name)’s been eyeing me for a while now.” Emotions caught up in her throat as she spoke. “They’ve always wanted a kid— I didn’t even have to ask them. So.. I-I thought that if I’m ever gone, Casey can be the one for them. (Name) can be the one who will love him just as much as I do.”

“What are you talking about—?!” Leonardo’s breath hitched when the woman let go and ran behind him.

“Please tell ‘em that for me.. before I go..”

“CASSANDRA!”

“They’re just gonna keep following us if something isn’t done. I have to go distract them!”

You stopped in your tracks the moment you found your best friend turning the other direction. The baby gone from her arms and in Leonardo’s instead.

“Casey? Casey!” you shouted. “Where the hell are you going!?”

She was running towards one of the giant machines. A large rock into the eye with her hockey stick and a loud BOOM blasted from an ignition.

You immediately sprinted after her. “Casey! CASEY, STOP!”

“(NAME)!” Leonardo followed.

Cassandra caught the attention of other nearby mechs, this time using her hyperbeam gun to strike.

You were starting to lose your distance.

“Please! I don’t want to lose you—!” Leonardo yanked you back with his other arm. This was when you felt your eyes burning. This couldn’t be happening, not when you weren’t prepared to lose someone.

Leonardo kept a tight grip on your arm. “(Name)! We have to go back!”

“Casey’s out there! Let go of me—!”

“Yet you’re out here— I’m not gonna lose you too while we’re at it. Listen to me: we have to go back, or you’re putting everyone else at risk. We have to go NOW.”

You took one final glance at Cassandra, so far away.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light shot down on her ground. You watched the dark silhouette in your sight evaporated.

And you screamed.

Leonardo pulled you into his chest, hand over your mouth. He carried you over his shoulder as you sobbed into your own palms. He fled, fled as fast as he could with stinging eyes, not because of the dust this time.

No one back at the base could’ve prepared to see you and Leonardo return with Cassandra’s baby alone.

That ache hurt more when you found a photograph of her and everyone tucked in little Casey’s blanket.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt movie #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt casey #rottmnt april #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt cassandra jones

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indras-wife · 1 month

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may I request Yandere Indra with his s/o escaping him?

Heyyy! I am so sorry this request took me ages to complete as I was super busy with my studies. 🥺 Despite taking my time I hope you will the request. Yandere Indra is such a hot concept for me. That man is the embodiment of crazy person who will do anything to stay with his lover forever.

And we absolutely find it hot.

Hope you enjoy this❤️💖

Y/n thought a lot about her plan of escape very thoroughly for months. She was in an arranged marriage, one she never agreed to and hated her married life the minute it started. She knew very well that if her husband caught her running away, he would undoubtedly punish her or even worse kill her. After all, he was known as the “Red eyed demon” in these lands where they settled. But she could not help herself, her mind was continuously wondering about the life she could have if it was not for that man. She wanted her life and most importantly her freedom back. Living with Indra was a full nightmare for Y/n.

Memories

”But…but I don't want to marry you.!” Y/n looked at his eyes, hoping to see a change in those red rubies. Yet the only thing she saw was his unchanged and even darker expression, making it obvious that her cherished dream of being free from him will soon be crushed.

”You really think you have any freedom to decide your own future Y/n? How naive of you..~”he said, smirking. This man always got what he wanted and now he wants Y/n as his wife, the mother of his future children and his partner for life.

”You and I are destined to be together. No matter what, you belong to me. I won't let anyone or even YOU try to take what's mine away from me. Understood?” His eyes gleamed with malice as he spoke. Only at that moment did Y/n realise that the rumours about her soon to be husband were true…he truly was one crazy and merciless man who would not stop at anything to get what he wanted.

End of memory

Y/n waited till her husband left for his daily council meeting at night. She already prepared everything in advance, hoping that her plan to escape would succeed. She knew her husband would stay longer during this meeting as he was preparing for a surprise attack at the village he came from. This was the chance of the lifetime for Y/n and she would use it.

Gathering some clothes and food in her small bag, she finally came out of her house and started running towards the forest as fast as her legs could carry her. After some time of running, she started to run faster, not daring to look back or even think about being caught. Freedom seemed so close for her that she just could not stop. She was ambitious, she had to regain her freedom and her lost life. Maybe even reunite with the man she wanted to be with?

Y/n’s head was filling up with ideas of her bright future as she was running through the dark forest. Her heart, on the other side, was filled with the feeling of being scared the more she went away from her house and village.

-Meanwhile-

“Stupid documents..I forgot them..” Indra was mumbling as he walked towards his house. He wrote down every plan of his, which was created by very precise calculations and wisdom that only he possesses out of every man in the village. He knew that if he wanted to make his father and brother pay. he had to rely only on his wisdom and precise methods. Or else he would fail and for him, failure is not an option.

As he entered his house, he felt a strange feeling; some sort of emptiness in the house which he never experienced. And what was weirder was his wife did not come to greet him.

“....” Indra knew something was off. “Y/n?” he said loudly, waiting for his wife to come to him.

But…there was no answer. Indra went upstairs to their bedroom, but Y/n was not there as well. He could not even sense her in the house.

Did she get kidnapped?

Did someone try to harm her?

Did someone take her away from him…?!

Or…maybe she escaped..?!!

Indra’s mind was full of ideas about what could have happened to his wife in this short period of time of his absence. He would not tolerate anyone harming her or taking her away from him. Y/n belonged to him and only him and he would make sure to let everyone, including her, know it. His mind screamed for him to go to the forest, hoping to reach those who kidnapped her. Or even to her.

Indra hurried out and ran to the forest. He would get her back no matter what. And if she was not kidnapped, but instead escaped him, he would show her the consequences of her actions without holding back.

-After some time-

Y/n was not sure how long she had been running in the forest. Everything looked the same to her, she even thought she was lost. Her legs were tired, her heart beating super fast and her mind thinking only about the escape.

As Y/n could not keep running anymore, she leaned on a tree to catch her breath.

“Kami…please help me find my way…Please…” she breathed as she closed her eyes, hoping to take a small rest and continue.

“You are calling for the WRONG god, Y/n…” Y/n heard Indra’s voice from behind her. Her body was signaling for her to not turn around. but ran, as far as she could. But she ignored her mind ans instead turned around, seeing her husband behind her.

“....!!” her eyes widened, walking back as she could not believe in her eyes.

Why is he here? Shouldn’t he be in his meeting? Did he know of her plan?

Thoughts were running in Y/n’s head, trying to make sense of what had happened.

“You were trying to escape from me huh..? And here I was thinking my wife was kidnapped, but in reality she is trying to escape from me..I thought you would NEVER do such a thing,...considering how good I treat you~” he spoke calmly, walking towards her in slow steps.

Y/n was totally freaked out. She was not expecting to be caught, and not to mention she was scared of what Indra would do to her. His calm way of speaking freaked her out even more. For him, this is a betrayal, and she knew better than anyone how Indra was dealing with people who betray him.

“Cat got your tongue dear WIFE..?” Indra quickly appeared in front of her and slammed her body on the tree. Y/n left out a small sound of pain as she could not dare to look at him. Her whole body was shaking, her heart beating fast and her mind replaying scenarios that she thought would happen to her soon enough. What will he do to her?

Kill her?

Torture her mercilessly before killing?

“I-In….Indra..I…”Y/n could only utter his name weakly, still not able to look at him. She felt too ashamed and scared to look at him. As she was trying to gather her thoughts to defend her. she heard Indra sigh deeply.

“You what? Want to tell me you are sorry? That you did not mean to ESCAPE from me, but it SOMEHOW happened..? How long were you planning this escape of yours, Y/n. Tell me…TELL ME!!” he screamed, grabbing her neck. Y/n knew he was livid. He would yell only when someone got him very angry. And she DID get him angry.

“S-SORRY…! I am sorry Indra..! Please….Please let…let me go…please!” Y/n spoke as her hot tears fell, hoping her cruel husband would really let her go.

“Let you go…?” Indra asked, his voice full of mockery. “Ah you…my SWEET, POOR WIFE~” He added, now laughing on her face. Y/Despite never bearing him laugh, she knew instantly that this wasn’t an innocent laugh. It was full of evil, mockery and foreshadowing of torture.

“I WILL NOT let you go. EVER. You are mine…Your soul, body, mind…your whole essence is MINE Y/n. There is no escape from me..and I will make sure you dont ever think about escaping AGAIN” he gripped her hand and pulled her body to his.

“W-What you plan to do with me..!?”Y/n asked, feeling scared for what will happen to her.

“Do not strain your mind thinking about it..~ You will see soon enough…~ I will make sure your legs will not work for DAYS and your mind will be blank of any idea about escaping me.”

Indra picked Y/n up and ran through the forest to their house. Something told Y/n, she would not enjoy what he would do to her and she knew that after this, she would not ever dare to escape or even think about it.

EVER.

#indra otsutsuki #大筒木インドラ #otsutsuki indra #indra #indra x reader #indra otsutsuki headcanons #indra uchiha #yandere indra otsutsuki #narutoshippuden

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flowerisevil · 1 year

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Please do a Harwin Strong where he meets the reader (Tyrell) at Harrenhall and then again when he comes to Kings Landing. They marry after Rhaenyra and for some reason Rhaenyra gets all crazy with the reader getting into a fight causing the reader to find out she is pregnant. Or something along those lines please

that's a great idea but may I ask, are they gonna get wed after Rhaenyra and the reader fought and found out they're pregnant? or before? (btw I'll edit this after i finished the story)

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Field of Roses | Tyrell!Reader x Harwin Strong.

a/n: hope I did your request right, English is not my first language so expect grammatical and typos errors. also I love Rhaenyra with all my heart but I have to paint her as the bad one here.

Growing Strong.

That was your house motto and what your ancestors wants for the next generation to strive to be, a house where you can have the best bride-to-be.

And you are one of the best examples of it, smart, elegant, graceful, obedient, and of course undeniably gorgeous. Many men tried to have you in their arms but no one succeed no one until he came.

Harwin "Breakbones" Strong strongest knight in the Seven Kingdom had win you heart. You both first met when your father and brothers decided to visit the Harrenhal for some political reasons you didn't want to come at first, you heard the stories about the castle and it really scared you to go there but when you arrived there with your family Harwin made sure to always look after you and never leave your side he found out through your brother about your fear in their castle so he decided you always accompany, as days goes by you can't help but to fall for the tough knight he was such a gentleman when it come to you.

But it wasn't easy even you two are now together, you're scared how your father and brothers will react about it, they trusted him with you and thought that he only treated and saw you as his younger sister. Also Harwin is involved in a rumor in King's Landing about him being the princess Rhaenyra's secret lover and the father of her children.

"You shall not worry my love I understand" is what he answered when he told you that you still can't tell them.

You sob on his chest feeling guilty that you have to hide your relationships, Harwin rubbed your back and use his hand to lift your chin up to him as he connect his lips to you.

You snaked your arms around his neck locking him in your embrace as you played with his curls, he smirked as he slowly walked carrying you with him and dropped you to your bed.

"Let's make this night unforgettable" he whispred to your ears.

////

He caressed your hair as you were laying your head to his bare and hairy chest, you always love his chest hair it makes him look hotter.

"Can I ask something?" you said, you're voice sounds weak and soft probably it's because of the muffled scream you made last night.

"What is it darling?"

"Were you really Princess Rhaenyra's secret lover in King's Landing?"

She felt him stiffened, she looked away from him ashamed of her question, maybe it's too personal you thought.

"No, I am not I knew this day you would ask about that and I'm assuring you I am not the father of his sons, though me and Rhaenyra was once infatuated with each other but I realize how wrong was that so I stopped" he explained and stroke your hair.

You felt you heart relieved, you smile and looked up to him before placing a short kiss to his chin.

"Thank you for explaining to me"

"I have to say too" Harwin states, "I'm going back to King's Landing tommorow" your heart dropped.

He's now leaving of course he will, he's the Commander of City Watch now he has bigger duties and responsibilities. You looked at his hand when it reached for yours and place it on his chest.

"Do not worry, your family and mine have convinced the King for your siblings to visit and stay at the Keep, King Viserys also offered your brothers a job in the council and you..." he trailed and kisses between your brows.

"The King had requested you to be the Queen's lady-in-waiting" you sat up instantly, mouth open and eyes widened, the King had requested for you?

"How? I mean- I haven't been there how-"

"I told them about you when they're looking for a lady in waiting for the Queen I immediately thought about you, with that we can stay close to each other so I told them how smart and honorable my darling is and then my father mentioned your brothers then its settled, we talked about it with your father and he was okay with it" he proudly said, your heart was flattered how he did this for you.

"I love you" you blurted and hugged him, he chuckled as she hugged you back.

He just wants to be with you without separating you from your family sadly only you and your brothers can come since no one will look after in Highgarden, Harwin loves you more than anything, you matter to him, your smile, eyes, body, face, soul, literally everything.

///

The day you and your brothers have to leave was sad, you cried before saying goodbye to your father it's your first time being away from him and you just hope that he would take care of himself.

When you arrived at the castle the royal family welcomed all of you and even invite all of you in dinner, both King Viserys and Queen Alicent complimented you.

"It's such a surprise how you're still not wed, you are very beautiful Lady and based on Ser Harwin you are also intelligent" the King said.

"Indeed she is your Grace" Harwin answered, while everyone is having fun and laughing you can feel someone throwing dagger looks at you and saw princess Rhaenyra glaring at you beside her is her husband Laenor with their three kids, you examined the three kids.

They're no Harwin's you can tell the only similarities they have is a brown hair and nothing at all you studied the whole history of the noble families and found out that princess Rhaenyra's husband Ser Laenor Velaryon's great grandmother was a baratheon with brown hair perhaps that's where they get their genes from.

You're stay in the castle was great although you're brothers can't stay there because they're always sent somewhere far away but they never forget about you everytime they come home they make sure that they have gifts for you though it didn't bother you whenever they're away it only gives you and Harwin more space and alone time.

"So has anyone had caught your attention lately?" you looked up when you heard the Queen speak.

"Oh no one had caught my attention your Grace, I am here to serve you not find myself a man" you said while folding her new dried clothes, it wasn't really necessary for you to do that but you also don't want to just stand there.

"Really? Not even Ser Harwin Strong?" Alicent looked at you while a small smirk appeared on her face.

"You both are two obvious come on, those stares from afar, the small talks you both do and don't get me started everytime he make excuse so he can have you all for himself" she added and put her hand to your shoulders.

"We're just friends your grace, our family is so we are too" you tried to protest but Alicent just smiles not believing to your lies.

They both looked at the door when it opened revealing the Queen's sworn protector Criston Cole "Your Grace, princess Rhaenyra had asked for Lady Tyrell" Alicent instantly looked at you and looked back to Criston,

"Tell her Lady Tyrell is busy" Alicent answered, you're thankful that she didn't let you go to Rhaenyra god you have no balls to see her after the impression she made to you when you first arrived here.

"I think it's about you and Harwin god that girl can't really move forward with her life" she whispered and walked out of her chamber. You were alone there so you just decided to clean the Queen's room.

While cleaning her bed you can feel cold sweats forming on your forehead, you started to feel dizzy so you decided to go on the infirmary. You squealed when someone pulled you while you're walking, you saw the princess looking at you and pushed you against the nearest pillar.

"You..."

"My lady-"

"Don't my lady me! you're the reason why Harwin left right? the reason why he abandoned me" she shouted, you looked up to her and can't help but to frown in outrage.

"Abandon? you're a married woman princess" you spat venom, you watched how the cat caught her tongue but Rhaenyra didn't back down.

"You know marriage between royals are political so you don't have any say to my decisions!"

"What decision? for you to make Harwin your personal whore?!"

"I am warning you, stay away from him or I will have your head" she warned you but you weren't scared not even a bit.

"Even if you killed me or not, he wouldn't go back to you anymore princess" you replied, you didn't care if she's a princess or not.

"He wouldn't choose someone like you, a woman that is nothing without her father's name" with that your fist met her face and grabbed the collar of her dress, you finally snapped you can even feel your forehead burning.

"You're fucking childish and pathetic! you forgot you're also nothing without Viserys atleast I, had earn a clear reputation for myself not like you" you said and let her go you thought you could finally walk away not until Rhaenyra reached for you and slapped you. Hard.

It was so full of force that your feet stumbled and your back hit the edge of the window near the both of you making you dropped on the ground.

"Learn your fucking place" she said and looked at you who's now groaning and crying in pain, the princess looked at you through your thighs and saw something dripping down on it.

Blood.

You cried as you felt pain forming in your stomach and back, your scream caught the attention of some guards walking by they were all horrified when they saw your state and grabbed you, someone carried you but that's all you remember as you blackout

You woke up and saw the Queen's and King's worried eyes staring at you beside them was Harwin that's holding your hand.

"Finally you're awake, now tell us what happened? the guard saw you bleeding on the ground while you're with Rhaenyra" The King said, you looked to all of them as they waited for your answer.

"I was feeling dizzy and I accidentally slipped on the floor perhaps the princess saw me" you lied and Alicent definitely didn't bought it before she can even speak the Maester entered the room.

"Sorry for being late your Graces" he started and stand beside you on your left side.

"So? why did she bleed?" Harwin asked.

"I presume it's because of her tiredness and it's all the works here in castle, you just need to take a rest especially for someone like you Lady Tyrell" all of your frowned of what the maester said.

"What do you mean by that?" The Queen asked.

"Lady Tyrell is six weeks pregnant you're grace" he announced.

You froze at your position, pregnant? Harwin's gaze dropped to you he was nervous when he saw your reaction.

"Pregnant?" Viserys chuckled awkwardly "That can't be Lady Tyrell is always in the Keep" he insisted, god the Lord Tyrell trusted him with his daughter if he found out about this there's high chance that man will have a problem with them.

The Maester just shrugged before excusing himself, tears was flowing down to your cheeks you can't be pregnant..... not if you not even married yet.

"Lady Tyrell we deserve an explanation, now." the King demand Alicent gave him a warning looked to not pressure or stress the girl.

Harwin sat on the bed and held your hand gently caressing it he heard how the Queen whispered to Viserys that they should give them privacy and leave.

"My love please speak to me...." he plead.

"My father will be mad and disappointed to me if he found out I'm pregnant with a bastard" you let out a cry as you hugged your knees.

"You're not gonna bear a bastard! I'm gonna marry you"

"Marry? how? clearly that princess' Rhaenyra of your still haven't get over with your little lovey dovey before!" you spat.

Outside your angry but inside is mixed emotions angry, sad, nervous and worried your father has a high expectations from you, what will happen if he found out his only son is carrying a child after she left their home.

Harwin leaned closer to you and hugged you "I am gonna marry you, I promise I will send ravens to your brothers and father so I can formally announced to them your pregnancy and ask for your hand in marriage after" he told you his plain actually he's been thinking for days how to propose to you he just hopes this is the right time and with that he pulled away and kneel in front of you.

"My love, Lady Tyrell, my beautiful rose will you accept my offer of marrying you? cherishing my time with you? serving you? protecting you? and loving you?" a happy small tear formed in her eyes.

You nod to him and jumped out of the bed to hug him, your nose touching his curls makes you giggle.

"I will marry you, we will make a great and happy family" you told him, Harwin pulled his face away and held both sides of your face.

"I will make my new life with you and this little buddy we have here" he said and dropped his hand to your stomach.

You both just stayed there hugging each other, you felt contented, you're still nervous about your family but you know Harwin wouldn't leave your side, you trust him with everyting, heart, life, soul, everything.

a/n: I'm not satisfied with this but I also felt like it's enough? what y'all think?

#harwin strong x reader #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targeryan #criston cole x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong imagine #daemon targaryen imagine #fanfic

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radioactivecarmine · 1 month

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OC Information Sheet

Name :

Xtale Skye

Soul Trait :

MONSTER SOUL

Height :

6Ft

Race :

Montser

nationality :

Colombian (She can speak both Spanish and English)

Gender :

Female

Birthday :

12th December

Age :

41 years old

Sexual Orientation :

Bisexual & asexual

Dislikes :

• Disorder

• The Dark

• XAlphys (they don’t get along)

Interests :

• Reading

• Fighting

• Nurturing / Taking care of others

• Protecting XGaster

• Nature Walks

Background Information.

‼️TW FOR BLOOD AND VIOLENCE‼️

- NOTE: These are where she appears in the scenes of XTale/Underverse. They are 70% story, 30% just explained.

Timeline Ⅰ

*XSkye, created to assist in taking care of the XTale Children, and all of the people who lived within XTale*

She was the babysitter for the XTale brothers, and a few other children. XSkye would spend hours every week hanging out, protecting and nurturing these children to the point where she would be viewed as their second mother.

XChara, she viewed him as the eldest child of the bunch, seeing his protective properties whenever his sibling seem scared. XChara gladly took this role, happy to protect and fight for those he loved.

XFrisk, he would braid XSkye’s hair - style it many different ways: “I want my hair to be as long as yours when I’m older!” XSkye would just laugh, “Then I will have to style it for you, hm?”

XAsriel, he was shy at first, XSkye feared anything could upset him - but after her first day of taking care of the children he grew attached, and so did she. They would play games together when XFrisk and XChara would be busy. XAsriel made her want a child of her own, she adored him. Only, She was barren and could not conceive a child herself - it devastated her, so the Lady Toriel would console her in these moments

XSkye grew fond of the little ones, wanting nothing more than to see them succeed in life. even if she could not have kids of her own - she would do her utmost to be there for the XTale Brother’s up until the day XGaster decided to overwrite the timeline,

then all was forgotten.

Timeline Ⅱ

XSkye continued to babysit the XTale Children, she would report their behaviours and attitudes back to the royal couple; “Frisk and Asriel were perfect today as per-usual, but, Chara… I’m worried for him. He still looks lost, angry, sad? has something happened..?”

She would try to talk to XChara, to comfort him - but it was pointless as he shut himself off from everyone. XSkye was instructed to take care of XAsriel and XFrisk by the King, “I’ll deal with him” was what XAsgore said.

Years after XAsgore was able to help XChara had passed, a celebration was happening, everyone was there - everyone was happy. That was XGaster’s goal was it not? so why does he still feel so incomplete… so detached?

“Doctor! I thought you’d be too busy to show up!!” XSkye made her presence known to XGaster, a smile clear as day on her face. He returned the smile - but showed no sincerity.

She turned her head towards the crowd of people, remaining by XGasters side. “It’s so good to see them all smile.” XGaster just hummed, still not invested. “…I think I know how to make this more interesting..” “What do you have in mind, Sir?” the shorter monster turned her attention towards her senior once more, one of her antennas drooped down slightly as to give off the curiosity look.

‘Perhaps Death could make this more interesting..’

Timeline Ⅲ

It was the same, though it only lasted 3 days… nothing changed, and he was unhappy..

Timeline Ⅳ

“there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong Your Majesties, I feel your son will be better in a matter of days, a sickness that will pass. of course if this isn’t the case, please book another appointment and I’ll get you to see a doctor.” a sigh of relief exited the queens mouth, “Thank you, Skye.” The Nurse smiled as she typed into her computer the medication she had just prescribed young Prince Asriel.

“How are your other two sons?” XSkye asked, aware that Both XAsgore and XToriel had adopted two human children.

“At home, safe. XChara still won’t leave his room… but XFrisk is doing well! he helps out in the community every now and then.”

“Well isn’t he sweet? as for XChara, do we think he might need some help mentally?”

“Well we-“

the sound of screaming alongside the feeling of the ground rumbling caused the Nurse to stand, alongside the Dreemurrs. “What was that?!” XAsgore reached for his Wife and Child, holding them close.

It felt like an earthquake, little did they know that in this very moment the human children were fighting, one being controlled to try and kill his brother - whilst the other tries to fight against the blade pointing to his face.

Panic filled the air, but only for a moment.

He did something.. but no-one knew.

The timeline didn’t last anyway, so it didn’t matter in end.

Timeline Ⅴ

“I’m sorry Little ones, I do not know who you are - I’ll be glad to call the authorities and help you find who it is you are looking for though.” She went to kneel down and help the strange kids - but the white haired boy stormed off with what appeared to be his brother in tow.

She felt guilty, she didn’t know why - the only thing she could do was shrug away these thoughts as she made her way over to the Bar where she was greeted by Grillby, who was accompanied by XGaster.

“Wine for the troubled lady?” offered the purple flaming bartender. XSkye wouldn’t respond, she was in her own thoughts.

“Skye” XGaster turned to her, snapping her from her thoughts. “What’s on your mind, dear?” “Ah, sorry Grillby.. there were these two kids… one with white hair, the other with purple. came running up to me and tugging on my coat.”

“How strange” “…”yeah…”

XGaster said nothing, hiding a smile beneath his hands as he leaned onto the bar counter.

Timeline Ⅵ

a monster, nothing more than melted mush. Trapped under someone else’s control.

Timeline Ⅶ

Character is non-existent.

Timeline Ⅷ

…character is non-existent…

Timeline Ⅸ

Character makes no appearance..

Timeline Ⅹ

XSkye assisted the king and queen in taking care of their heirs/offsprings. Occasionally taking Care of XPapyrus, Cross and XAlphys as well for XGaster.

Skye is also a Nurse here, knowing safety and medical procedures to help take care of the children whenever they’ve been hurt;

“You’ve broken your arm XFrisk, please take it easy from here on out, and if ever you need - come talk to me, alright? I know it seems like a terrible world, but trust that we want the best for you.” the kid was cold, no response as he walked away.

“It was my fault- I-“

“do not blame yourself, Sans, you tried to help him.” Skye Consoled the other child.

It was like this up until the surface world, were it became the job to some of the Monsters to protect and defend the human child from those who would hurt him. Skye became apart of this guard.

She was trained by XUndyne, and General XMettaton. But positioned herself by XGaster’s side most of the time - and helped Cross and XPapyrus with training.

Come the day Cross were to be made an official member of the royal guard. Something happened, and he went to attack the human child - had XGaster not stepped in the way, he would have succeeded.

The Guard fled, so did XFrisk.

Memories XSkye doesn’t remember making come flashing into her mind, it became clear. XGaster was to be found and killed trialed.

XSkye was fighting against a dusting Cross, alongside XUndyne, XMuffet and XPapyrus. During this fight, both of XSkye’s right arms were blown off, alongside her wings being torn to shreds.

(last image seen of her)

UNDERVERSE SEASON 2

Put back together, uninjured and healthy - XSkye became XGasters main guard. Standing by him and XAlphys as they overlooked a ledge.

XSkye remained silent and stoic, obeying the rules of XGaster’s game.

after he healed her (and said a few manipulating words) she began to trust XGaster - Vowing to defend him with her life.

‘if he can have is live in the best world, why fight it? he wants whats best..for us.’

(Summed up, her past can go more in-depth, I might write a few interactions between her and a few characters, however for now I just want to write when she makes any involvement into XTale and how her character is portrayed. This was quite difficult as I wasn’t writing freely like I was Cade’s backstory, but trying to make it add up into XTale’s timelines.)

#xtale #xtale au #xtale ocs #xtale oc #xtale skye #xskye #undertale aus #underverse au #underverse oc #oc backstory

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Hey bestie!! Absolutely in love with your Nuada fics, if you're open to it I'd like to request a Nuada x reader where she is pregnant and Nuada is super protective. Maybe she is a BRPD member and is having a hard time resting/taking it easy while others get to go off on missions? If possible, some nsfw too but that's up to you!!

Hey! I'm not good with writing proper NSFW pregnancy stories, but I hope you like this.

The Gift

Pairing : Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human)

Themes : Soft | Fluff | Light NSFW

Warnings : Kissing | Petting

Word count : 2k

Minors DNI | 18+

The BPRD, for all intents and purposes, looked like an abandoned base on the outside. Abandoned, devoid of any life, completely fenced off, and forgotten by time.

At least, that’s what was supposed to be, to throw off mystery busters and troublemakers and teenagers looking for an adventure. A hidden society very few knew about, and founded during World War II, it worked in tandem with the militaries and governments all over the globe.

As a member, you took an active part in their missions, the last of which ended in you meeting, and eventually falling in love with, none other than King Balor’s son himself. That love resulted in a soon to be born child, and you having to take it easy until the baby was born. It left you confined to the bureau for your own wellbeing and safety, something you happily accepted. Still, you couldn’t help but feel stabs of envy whenever the others went on a new quest and you, well, you had to be left behind.

Right now though, you were content to nibble on the dainty cakes Nuala, the prince’s twin, had made for tea. "I swear to you," you grumbled as you finished off yet another cake and shamelessly reached for another. On the next bite, you sighed dreamily. Bethmooran rose cakes, Nuala’s specialty. "Your brother all but weighs the food I put in my mouth."

Nuala chuckled merrily as she served you a cup of tea. "Nuada only wants you and the baby to be healthy, you know that."

"I know he does," you grumbled again, wiping off the crumbs around your chin. "And I love him for it, for looking after me and protecting me the way he does. But tell me, has he always been like this?"

"Oh, aye," Nuala replied, picking up her own cup and sipping contentedly. It had been an idle afternoon, with very little going on at the Bureau itself, save for Tom Manning huffing and puffing about. "When Abe came asking for my hand, Nuada tested him to the hilt. Even drove my father to distraction with his antics. Oh, it all went well, and Abe took it all in good spirits, but I swear, sometimes it felt like my brother was going to succeed in scaring him off."

You snickered over your cup. "Well, Abe didn’t give up, did he?"

"No," said Nuala, as she fondly remembered everything that ensued before and after each of her brother’s tests. Abe was gentle, patient, and soft, but that was the first time she saw how fierce and mule stubborn he could be. In the end it was his determination to not give up that truly won Nuada over. "He did not."

She studied you, how you looked wistfully at the door, how you tapped your foot impatiently. "You’re not used to this, are you?" Nuala said as she refilled your tea; she did the same for hers. "Staying put while the others went on missions."

You could only sigh as you leaned back into your chair to stretch your aching belly a little. The baby had been kicking like nothing today. "It’s not that I mind, really. It’s just that when I see the others gearing up to go out, I feel a little jealous."

"My lady mother felt the same, when father went to war or on hunts and she couldn’t follow because she was carrying me and my brother," said Nuala. "It was hard at the beginning, she said. But after a while, she actually learned to enjoy taking it easy. Father taking good care of her, in many ways," her cheeks turned pink, "really helped."

Just like her, you too blushed when you understood the real meaning.

"He is good to you, isn’t he?" Concerned, Nuala placed her hand on yours. At one time, her brother was well known for his hatred toward humans, and she was worried that he may not have truly left the old ways behind. "My brother treats you well? You were not saying those nice things just to make him look good?"

You blushed and smiled a little, your free hand resting on your ever growing stomach. Nuada had left his prejudices in the dust, where they belonged. The child growing in your belly was proof enough of it. "Your brother treats me better than I deserve, sometimes."

That was a great relief for Nuala to hear. She would have said more had there not been a commotion outside. "Looks like they’re back." She pricked up her ears and listened. "And it looks like Anung Un Rama has gotten himself into trouble again," muttered Nuala. She dusted herself off and stood, waiting for you to join her.

Sure enough, Hellboy had gotten himself on TV again, this time by posing in front of the Manhattan museum, cage of live tooth fairies under one arm and a group of giggling Canadian tourists standing by his other arm. You could only gape as news channels broadcast crisp incoming images of the incident.

"You can’t keep doing this to me, Red!" cried Manning, as he paced about like an angry cat. "First treating the Crown of Nimue like a frisbee and tossing it about with those kids in Central Park," he sputtered, "Now posing with a cage full of living tooth fairies? What if they escaped? Attacked those tourists?"

"But they didn’t escape," Hellboy shrugged and handed over the rattling cage to an assistant all covered in special armour, to protect their skin from tiny teeth. "Besides, Nuada would have caught them before they got out of hand."

Nuada quickly raised his hands in protest. "I am many things, Anung Un Rama, but what I am not, however, is a miracle worker. And recapturing tooth-fairies that are both hungry and angry is something I would rather not do."

Hellboy muttered, "Spoil-sport." He turned to a red-faced Manning. "Alright! Alright! Jesus, I’ll be more careful next time."

"Thank you." Manning was impatient to get back to his room. A marathon of Friends episodes had been scheduled for that same evening, and he didn’t want to miss it. He’ll deal with Hellboy’s latest escapade tomorrow morning. "Now go do your own thing, all of you. Red? We need to go over safety protocols again in the morning."

Hellboy sighed and grumbled out a yes before saying, "You see how he shoos us off?"

Liz rolled her eyes after saying her goodbyes to all of you. "Red, just be grateful he didn’t stick you behind a desk for the rest of your days."

Hellboy gasped and clapped a hand to his chest. "Me behind a desk? Never!"

Liz tried to picture it but could only break into grins. Hellboy and desks and the tedium of dealing with minutiae would blend as splendidly as, well, as oil and frozen yogurt. He’d be bored out of his wits and drive everyone to distraction with his antics. Within a week, Manning would be begging him to go on missions.

Liz grinned and shook her head. No, she decided, it would be a miracle if Manning lasted an entire day with Hellboy behind a desk.

Nuada linked an arm through yours and kissed his sister on the cheek. A heavy, richly decorated velvet bag was slung across one shoulder. "Forgive me sister," he said. "But I must steal y/n away for a while."

"Of course, brother." Said Nuala, as she waited for Abe to join her.

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Nuada had been on such a high from the success of their latest mission that he had just gotten you into your bedroom before turning you, framing your face with his hands, and kissing you. There was a heavy metallic clang when his bag slid down to the floor.

You paid it no mind, preferring to focus on Nuada instead. His kiss started soft, light and exuberant, making your head reel. A sound rose at the back of your throat, something between a purr and a sigh, something that encouraged him to deepen his kiss. When your arms circled his shoulders he walked you backwards, towards the bed.

"Are you angry with me?" Nuada helped you into bed and took his place beside you. "For leaving you here again?"

"I’m not angry with you," you said, as Nuada pressed little kisses along your temples, your cheeks, the tip of your nose. "But to stay here while everyone else gets to go out? I hate it!"

"But it is for your own safety, my love."

"I know! But it isn’t fair! And I hate that you always insist I stay back!"

Now that you've heard yourself, you winced, embarrassed and ashamed by your outburst. You were pregnant, your wellbeing had to come first, not running off on some dangerous mission. Nuada was only doing what he could to protect you and the baby and keep you both safe. You covered your face with your hands, a little mortified by your words. "I’m so sorry," you mumbled.

Nuada smiled and pulled your hands away from your face. "Sweetheart, there’s nothing to say sorry for," he cooed. "I can’t even begin to imagine how hard these changes must be for you. Is there anything I can do for you, anything at all?"

You pressed your fingers to your lips, still felt the impression he left. "Well," you admitted shyly. "You could kiss me again."

Nuada grinned and dipped his head, propping himself on one elbow to keep his weight off of you. His tongue ran over your lips, as if seeking entry. Nuada sighed as your lips parted, as your tongue flicked against his. He had missed this, being near you, feeling you melt into him with each passing second. He let his free hand roam all over you, over your thighs, your back, gently skimming over your belly, fondling your breasts, already swollen and tender.

A gasp ripped through you when that skillful hand artfully caressed and teased, sending shockwaves all over you in growing intensity. It made you ache for him, made you want more, need more, but when you reared up to drag him in, Nuada gently pulled away. He had something for you, something you needed to see, something he had brought with him after stopping on the way to meet his father. "Soon, my love." Nuada kissed you again, lightly this time, before helping you sit up. "But first, I have a very special gift for you."

The velvet bag. You looked on as he walked over to it, trying to peek around him as he blocked your view. "What is it sweetheart?"

Nuada undid the strings and peered in, pleased with what he saw. "A moment, my love, and you will see it."

Something light and soothing filled the air, something sweet, like nothing you'd ever smelled before. When Nuada stood up and turned, you saw what it was, your eyes filling with awe.

That metallic sound you heard earlier had come from a beaten gold bowl, one that was deep and covered in intricate carvings, carvings only the goblins of Bethmoora were allowed to use. There had been a plant in it, one with thick, bluish-black stems, and a single rose bud that was blood-red, with tiny veins of gold all over the rims of the petals. No, you tell yourself. It can’t be.

"A stem taken from the Crown Rose Tree," said Nuada, as he carefully brought the bowl to you, so you could get a proper look at the plant. "Father said he started on this when I told him you were with child. He said the bud would bloom just in time for the birth."

"Oh." When you reached out and ran your thumb over a velvety petal, your entire body softened and trembled. You felt your baby kick, as if they recognized what it was. "But where- where will we keep it?"

Nuada had already thought of it. "That indoor garden over there, the one with the skylight." He pointed to a large recess that had plenty of light. "I will get started on it tomorrow, have this in the soil before the day is out."

You watched as he went over to a nearby occasional table and carefully placed the bowl over it. To Nuada's kin, such a gift was seen as an important tradition, one that was given to symbolize a new beginning for a couple.

"Right." Nuada dusted his hands and made his way back to you. "Now. Where we?"

You caught the wicked gleam in his eye and smiled in invitation.

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Like Calls to Like (VI)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC

Author's Note: short chapter today, also I love Helaena.

Warnings: none?

Word count: 3,902

Summary: Laenyra claims her dragon.

Links: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V

It was no easy feat, convincing Helaena to take her to her dragon. Laenyra wished to ask Aemond again, but he would never take her, he was far too protective and Vhagar was far too ominous, she would surely scare off the mysterious dragon.

It had been a surprise when Helaena had finally agreed to take her upon Dreamfyre, the princess had steadfastly refused before suddenly agreeing, her tone one of prophecy but Laenyra would not argue.

Trusting her instincts, she had guided Helaena to a low mountain range between Horn Hill and Nightsong. There were fewer trees and it made landing easy, Laenyra thanked the gods for small mercies as the light from the moon was minimal and if anything happened to Helaena, she would never forgive herself.

“Thank you so much, Helaena.” She hugged the princess from behind, squeezing her tightly out of both gratitude and fear. Dreamfyre lowered herself so she could slide to the ground, stumbling only slightly.

“If you have not died by the next sunset, I will return here to bring you back.”

“Um, thank you.” Laenyra couldn’t be upset at the bluntness of Helaena’s words, especially because they were most likely not her own, but they did nothing to quell her turmoil.

But as Laenyra walked away she almost called for her aunt to stay, even though the presence of a tame dragon would scare the beast away. There was an intense uncertainty in the air, not assisted by the darkness, and she thought on her family. Helaena who would only have Aemond if she did not succeed, Laenyra wished to be there for her aunt. Also Viserys, who was now almost too sick to leave his bed, but still welcomed them to spend time with him and hear stories. And how long had it been since she had last seen her mother and been held in her arms, or argued and wrestled with Jace or chased Luke along the long hallways of Dragonstone, or cuddled with little Joffrey. To think nothing on the brothers she had yet to meet.

Though it was Aemond that Laenyra focused on most. She could not stop thinking of how panicked he would be to discover her gone. She had no plans to be eaten, but what if the connection was an imagined one and she had to return empty handed, or worse, she found the dragon but it attacked her.

Gods that would probably be worse. I would be known through the histories as a fool. Mummers would act out my death for years to come.

Laenyra could not help but be amused by the idea of such a performance, but quickly fell forlorn at the idea of her mother discovering her burnt corpse.

No, I will never get a chance like this again, even if I return unharmed I will hardly be allowed such freedoms again. I am the blood of the dragon, I am not scared.

Allowing her thoughts to guide her, she trekked east, following the line of mountaintops south, and was glad she had stolen Aemond’s fur-lined coat for protection against the wind.

“Don’t be afraid Laenyra, you are fire and blood.” Laenyra wished more than anything that Aemond was with her.

The a clearing neared and Laenyra attempted to push herself into the other beings body but it hardly ever worked when she was awake. The connection refused to work as she trudged through the thick trees, her heart yearning to finally come face-to-face with the beast.

Finding a steep incline, she sat herself atop it. The position provided Laenyra with a clearer view of the surrounding lands and she huddled into her coat. Targaryens ran hot, her grandsire always said it was their dragonsblood, but the chill in the air was harsh as she waited. She was certain that her dream had taken place in that area, the trees and hills had led her to the right spot.

The night grew steadily as she waited, listening for a quiet rustle or minuscule noise to signify such a creature.

So, it was a shock when a loud roar split the silence.

Laenyra scrambled to her feet, twisting around on the spot in order to clamp eyes on the dragon. It was only then she realised that he was too dark to see, too quick for her eyes to adjust, there was no way to protect herself.

Her heart jolted as another roar shook the ground.

Darkness flew within the night sky, circling tightly above before descending with speed. Something akin to fear seized ahold of Laenyra.

The dragon was indistinguishable against the sky. A pit of darkness with only two fierce eyes of orange fire to distinguish it from the night. Laenyra’s heart was steady despite the danger of a wild dragon. But as the beast landed, shaking the earth beneath it, the princess knew she was not in danger.

It unfurled its wings in a stretch, flapping them in a way of intimidation as it approached, regarding the girl wearily.

It had not seen her before, but it had felt her touch, her thoughts and memories.

Laenyra’s breath escaped her in sharp bursts and she fought her instincts to retreat.

I am a dragon.

She took a step forward, hand outstretched.

The beast roared furiously and Laenyra froze as a furnaced wind enveloped her. His teeth were a harsh gleam of white, all of them sharper than daggers and how easy it would be for them to tear through her.

Please don’t let me die. Mother will kill me if I die.

The dragon took another step towards her, his breath hot enough to blister as its nostrils flared, scenting the stranger it had been drawn to.

Laenyra stayed still and allowed it to sniff her, depending her life entirely upon the instincts of the dragon.

“Iksā gevie.” You are beautiful. She breathed out the words as it drew ever closer. Laenyra could feel the heat radiating from its body. The dragon was pure blackness, she could only see its body from the light of the moon. Had it been cloudy that night, she wouldn’t be able to even know he was there.

A crest of spikes crowned the beast’s head, his neck protected with spines and spikes that ridged down his torso and tail, ending in a fierce collection of barbs that was undoubtedly used for defence. Its body was streamlined but bulky, a cross between Seasmoke and Meleys and similar in size to Caraxes, his wingspan expansive as he disrupted the surrounding air.

It was his eyes though, that truly drew in Laenyra. Pools of molten gold, the colour of dragonfire and ruin. Fire and blood. The vertical, beaded, pupils regarded her with a sense of wariness and curiosity.

The dragon snorted, smoke pluming upwards and Laenyra felt emotions that weren’t hers, tears that didn’t belong whelmed in her eyes.

“Iksā mērī?” You’re lonely? She uttered, feeling the deep incomprehensible sorrow overcome her.

He bared his teeth before crooning softly, a soft growl building in his throat and he snapped at the air.

“Nyke shifang.” I understand. Laenyra whispered and dared to edge forward, trying to ignore the growl the dragon emitted. “Ao gīmigon nyke.” You know me.

She frowned as another emotion that didn't belong to her swept upon her.

“Nyke gīmigon ao.” I know you.

A name echoed in her mind.

“Kierynax.”

Laenyra stepped towards him and closed the gap, resting her hands upon his snout, unafraid at the heat that seeped into her body, the thrumming of another being’s heart in time with her own.

“Iksi mēre.” We are one.

Kierynax let out a deep rumble and lowered his head, allowing Laenyra to reach higher on his muzzle, his eyes closing as she stroked the ridges lining his face. His breath fanning over her face with a friendly huff.

She smiled and took a slow step around him, keeping her hand on his neck, enjoying the harsh warmth radiating from him.

Kierynax lowered himself further, his wings flapping impatiently and Laenyra moved out of the way for him to lie down.

“Ao jaelagon naejot sōvegon lēda nyke?” You wish to fly with me? She whispered, adrenaline coursing through her. She had flown before, but never on her own dragon. She knew nothing would compare to the reality of flying as one with her dragon.

Kierynax trilled restlessly and slapped his wings against the grass, their darkness absorbing the light of the moon as dirt flew up around them.

Laenyra mounted the darkness.

He growled quietly as she slipped onto his back, positioning herself between his wings.

“Alright.” Laenyra murmured, readjusting herself to sit more securely atop her dragon. His muscles rippled between her thighs as she leant forward to clasp at the barbs lining his shoulder blades.

His body was a weapon of self-defence, his spikes protruding in such a way it would be almost impossible to attack him without harm to the attacker. He was fast though, quick as lightening in her dreams and Laenyra doubted an attacker would even be able to catch up to him.

“How fast are you?” She grinned as a deep rumble emitted from Kierynax, clearly he was eager to show off. “Ivestragī īlva sōvegon hae mēre.” Let us fly as one.

She jostled dangerously as he stood quickly and tightened her grip in preparation. His body vibrated beneath her, the power of him coursing through the two beings as one.

Clinging on for all she was worth, Kierynax roared and started to move, gaining momentum before expelling his wings and flying through the air.

She laughed madly as he shot upwards, the wind and speed and movements all threatening to dislodge her, but she would not fall. He moved even higher and she felt her heart stutter as she looked down, the ground fading to blackness and so far away, but she was not scared.

The joy was unlike anything in the world, two souls tied together, she could feel Kierynax’s happiness as they bound themselves to each other, both belonging completely to the other. She thought of falling with hysterical speed and suddenly her dragon dived downwards, closing his wings to streamline straight towards the ground.

Laenyra and her dragon roared as one.

She leant backwards, gripping him tightly and leading him to pull upwards out of the dive, trying to command him mentally and physically. Kierynax’s wings billowed so powerfully they sounded like a crack of thunder and he charged upwards into the sky.

Smoke rose from his mouth as he emitted a high pitched croon, soaring steadily through the clouds.

“Sȳrī gaomagon.” Well done. Laenyra patted his scales, relishing in the warm of his body against the chill of the night. She leant forward to rest her head on his neck as her body finally calmed down.

“There is someone I wish for you to meet.”

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Aemond looked at Helaena.

Helaena looked at Aemond.

“Please tell me you didn’t.” He breathed slowly, attempting to contain the rage building within him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She said it with such an endearing look that he almost believed her.

“Really?” Aemond scoffed. “So I am misinformed?”

She shrugged and resumed her needlework.

“How am I supposed to know what you are informed on? That’s illogical, Aemond.”

Aemond bit back a groan of frustration.

“I was informed that in the middle of the night, you and Laenyra left, atop Dreamfyre and then hours later, you returned. Alone.” He was trying to maintain his temper. “Where did you take Laenyra?”

Helaena finally looked back to her brother.

“She wishes to find her dragon before she goes back home.”

“You went with her to find a wild dragon?” Aemond growled, upset that they had gone behind his back to put themselves in terrible danger, upset at the mention of Laenyra leaving. Also the betrayal of having woken and finding her gone.

Helaena stood and gave her younger brother one of her sad smiles, full of knowing. She took his hands in hers.

“Of course not.” She said and adjusted the collar of his tunic. “I simply dropped her in the right area and left her to it.”

“Helaena.” He growled. “You mean to tell me you flew with Laenyra, under the protection of Dreamfyre, but then left her undefended and alone to try and find a wild dragon that has no experience with human contact.”

She looked up as though deep in thought.

“Yes.” She chirped after a long moment. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

“Helaena! She is facing a wild dragon and you expect her to be okay? How could you do such a careless thing? Laenyra loves you like a sister.” He seethed, stepping away from his sister in order to collect himself.

“She won’t die, Aemond.” She explained calmly, putting a soothing hand on his arm. “Laenyra will return atop a dark wind and green and black will fly together or fall as one.”

The words stirred something in him, a long forgotten memory from years ago, but he could not focus as the doors burst open, Ser Adrian holding a scroll.

“Prince Aemond, this arrived for you, from Sharp Point.”

“Sharp Point?” Aemond asked with scrutiny but took it from him nonetheless, noting the blue ribbon before tearing it open.

“Yes, my prince. It bears the seal of House Bar Emmon.”

“I know what sigil it is.” He snapped and moved away from the knight’s prying eyes.

Meet me at our tree, come alone.

His heart soared at the knowledge his princess was alright. The blue ribbon around the scroll meant for certain it was from Laenyra, they always wrapped messages meant for the other in blue ribbon.

“I have to go.” He muttered aloud, looking up to see Helaena wearing a knowing smirk.

“So she’s alright?” She asked smugly.

Aemond rolled his eyes but pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“I’ll never doubt you again.” He murmured and hurried out. Ser Adrian attempted to follow but Aemond was too quick, darting in and out of passages before taking the nearest horse and riding dangerously fast to the dragonpit.

He waved away the dragonkeepers greetings, ordering them to summon Vhagar as quickly as possible.

His dragon was old, but she was cunning and could sense his agitation as soon as he reached her. The sky was clear and Vhagar’s mighty roar shook the earth as she soared upwards, her speed egged on by her rider’s anxiety.

The wind tore at him, the chill of the day biting at his face and it worsened as they flew over the ocean. To fly over land would be the comfortable choice, but Aemond was too anxious to even consider it.

A tall lone tree, the tree they had confessed their love for each other, protruded in the distance and he gave a growl of frustration at how long it had taken him. Vhagar’s wings encompassed the wind to propel them forward, his eye set steadfastly on the tree.

If he had been less worried and more observant, he might of seen the shadow flying straight for them. Aemond gave a yell of surprise as a black blur dropped in front of him. It flew downwards from above and disappeared below Vhagar.

He turned in his saddle, desperate to get a bearing on the shadow as Vhagar roared, clearly displeased at the surprise. Aemond guided Vhagar to gain height, the new position giving him a better view of below, but he jolted as darkness flew above his head and disappeared into the clouds.

“Gīda, Vhagar.” Calm, Vhagar.

His dragon was uneasy at the speed of the newcomer, she did not enjoy the uncertainty and Aemond felt the same.

A jolt of fire erupted within the clouds above and Aemond growled, unsure as to how best protect himself and Vhagar. He commanded Vhagar to lower, if there was to be an attack, better it come from one direction and he could see it coming. Her tail skimmed through the water as she soared just above the ocean.

He turned around in the saddle constantly, cursing his lack of vision as he attempted to look everywhere at once.

The attack never came and Aemond’s heart finally stopped thudding in his ears. He stayed vigilant but after circling the coast four times he decided to give Vhagar a reprieve and landed on the beach. He dismounted but stayed close to her, not trusting the eery silence that had taken over.

Vhagar herself kept tossing and turning her head, attempting to locate the attacker. Aemond rested a hand on her muzzle, willing her to stay calm as he too scouted the skies.

He glanced around the surrounding beach. Where was Laenyra?

“Laenyra?” He yelled at the top of his lungs, fear jolting through him at her absence. Perhaps she was still at Sharp Point, maybe she was delayed.

A roar shook the earth and Aemond jolted as the shadow passed over him once more. Immediately assuming the mysterious beast had had something to do with Laenyra’s disappearance he moved to climb atop Vhagar and chase the beast down.

The only thing that stopped him was Vhagar making the most unexpected noise possible; a soft croon. Aemond spun to look and follow the trail of the soaring darkness, his eye eager and his heart furiously beating in his chest, only calming as he finally caught a flash of emerald green and dark brown tresses.

Laenyra?

She had taken his coat from his rooms the previous night, he was certain of it, and her hair had come loose, flowing out behind her. If Aemond were blind he would know her, know her look and feel her presence.

It was Laenyra.

And she was atop a dragon. Her dragon. The dragon she had been dreaming of for years. She circled the beast once more before diving downwards.

The dragon landed with startling precision, the sand spraying everywhere as the black wind let out a roar. Laenyra sat atop him, no saddle and windswept but she was beautiful and smiling so brightly Aemond’s heart pounded fiercely in his chest. He doubted anyone had ever looked so perfect in the history of the Seven Kingdoms.

Her beast lowered himself cordially, showing surprising concern for his rider considering how new their bond was. Laenyra slipped off his back, the spikes along his body assisting as she dismounted between his wing joint and neck.

Aemond almost ran to her, but Vhagar was too tense and the other dragon too unfamiliar.

Her proud smile was so infectious he couldn’t help but grin lopsidedly at her. Laenyra commanded her dragon to stay before running to Aemond.

“I can’t believe you.” Aemond said, but there was no anger behind his words as he took her in his arms. “You’re alright?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine, truly.” She insisted, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You are a fool.” He murmured into her hair, thanking and cursing the gods for giving him such a wilful woman. “Goading a dragon such as Vhagar is incredibly stupid.”

“She would never hurt me.” Laenyra giggled and looked up at him, her smile shining upon him like the sun. “Besides, I wanted to show you how good of a flier I am.”

They looked to their dragons, green and black on the beach. Kierynax kept edging forward to sniff at Vhagar, who would shuffle away in annoyance at the younger dragon’s antics.

“You are a talented rider, a true natural.” He agreed, pride overcoming his frustration.

“And?” Laenyra asked as her hands gripped his collar, tugging him closer.

Aemond doubted his heart would ever get used to Laenyra and he flushed slightly, his face reddening.

“And I never should have doubted you.”

Her look was one of pure triumph.

“I’m glad that’s settled.” She said smugly.

Kierynax crooned softly as he moved closer slowly, more cautious of Aemond than he was of Vhagar.

“He fears me?” Aemond asked, disbelief evident in his tone.

“No. He just doesn’t know you.” Laenyra explained and stepped forward, beckoning her dragon forward.

Vhagar raised her head, keeping a keen eye on them.

“I don’t think he fears men, but you are unfamiliar to him.” She went on, moving in front of Aemond, putting herself between him and the dragon. “Come here, sweet boy.”

Kierynax, a full grown dragon that had a body layered in spikes and teeth as sharp as daggers, lowered himself and crooned like a puppy. Aemond chocked back a laugh as Laenyra giggled and closed the distance, wrapping her arms around the beast’s neck.

The dragon’s molten eyes stayed fixed on Aemond as the prince approached, the distrust evident but his rider kept him calm and still.

“Give me your hand.” Laenyra commanded, reaching back blindly to grasp his hand. She pulled him closer, wrapping on arm around her waist to establish a connection, and the other she laid upon the inky scales.

“He’s beautiful.” Aemond murmured in her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. Laenyra squirmed but otherwise continued stroking her dragon, a look of pure wonder and joy on her face. He would lay down his life to keep her so content.

“Isn’t he?” She whispered with such pride that he almost envied the dragon for a ridiculous moment.

“His name?”

“Kierynax.” The dragon trilled as it heard it’s name. He raised his mighty head to look down on them, shuffling about to lie down, his breath hot against the chilled air.

“I am sorry I did not take you to find him.” Aemond felt guilty for keeping the two beings seperate, they could have had so much time flying together, exploring Westeros. Laenyra always wished to explore, her dream to one day fly across the Narrow Sea with her prince.

Her departure loomed over them, though Laenyra was far too happy with her new dragon to think on such things.

“That does not matter. I have him now.” Kierynax huffed as she turned away from him, clearly upset at not being the centre of attention.

Laenyra beamed at Aemond and he felt himself warm, his hands reaching for her, as they always did.

“You’re not upset at me?” He asked quietly, needing to know she did not resent him.

“Never, my love.” Laenyra murmured and stroked his cheek, trailing her fingers over his eyepatch. “And you are not displeased with me, for sneaking about?”

Aemond smiled.

“Never.” He whispered and leant down to press a sweet kiss to her neck. Laenyra giggled at the sensation and Aemond had one of his moments where he couldn’t believe she was real.

The pair stood still in sunlight, claiming the moment for themselves before Laenyra moved towards the two dragons, her midnight immediately shuffling to his rider’s side, eager to set off.

Laenyra was fast in her ascension of the beast, settling herself with startling ease between the dragon’s shoulders. She looked to Aemond with a smile that promised the world.

“Shall we?” She called, Kierynax shuffled eagerly beneath his rider, letting out a soft croon towards Vhagar. The she-dragon moved towards Aemond as he beckoned her, allowing her own rider to climb atop her mighty body.

Aemond looked at Laenyra.

Laenyra looked at Aemond.

The two grinned at another before taking off into the sky.

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