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Is It Over Now? (3.5)

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon

Summary: Was it over when she laid down on your couch? Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? Picks up right where part 3 left off.

Warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest. Smut. Dub-con. Possessive!Aegon, breeding kink, slight blood play, biting, oral (female receiving), loss of virginity, toxic relationship

The décor around the Red Keep has changed immensely since you've been gone. Many of the more obscene tapestries that imprinted themselves in your young mind are gone, replaced with religious imagery of the Seven. You can only imagine the fit Daemon is throwing over the change. Honestly, you don't really feel one way or another about it as long as it was your grandfather's decision, but a large part of you knows it was likely Alicent's doing.

Speaking of, the Queen exits Aegon's chambers right as you're about to announce yourself. She gives you no more than a tight lipped smile, exhaustion and disappointment dimming her eyes.

You cautiously make your way inside. "What was that about?"

Aegon sits on his bed with his head in his hands, a simple white sheet covering his lap. He perks up when he hears your voice and you can't help but return his boyish grin. "Nothing. Something about some serving girl I don't even remember."

"I don't believe you."

"Good. You shouldn't. I'm a bad, bad man."

You pour yourself some wine from the pitcher on his bedside table. "Self deprecation doesn't suit you."

"Who said it was self deprecation? I hurt everyone around me." Aegon sighs and leans back in bed, patting the empty spot beside him.

You know better than to get in Aegon's bed, but he just looks so pathetic. And maybe that's why you favor him so much. You have a soft spot for sad, broken, pathetic things. Aegon knows this. Just as you know he plays on your feelings. What you can't figure out is why you allow it. If anyone else were to treat you the way Aegon does you would feed them to Vermithor... and yet your uncle is allowed to do as he pleases with your heart.

"Remember the game we would play when we were betrothed?" Aegon bunches your skirt in his fist, dragging it up your thigh slowly. The silk tickles against your bare skin.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes."

"Care to play again, niece?"

Aegon is allowed to do as he pleases with your heart just as he is allowed to do as he pleases with your body.

"Yes." The word comes out in an almost whimper and Aegon's smile turns predatory.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, my prince."

Aegon pushes the blanket from his lap and pulls you down on top of him. There's the sound of your dress ripping and Aegon's moan of pleasure.

"Good girl," he whispers in your ear. "You've always been my good girl."

You whimper, hiding your face in the crook of his neck before he can see the flush of embarrassment on your cheeks. Aegon has always been able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument and he knows that. You really don’t see a reason to contribute further to his ego.

Aegon grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look into his red-rimmed eyes. “Don’t hide from me, niece. Never hide from me.”

He flips the two of you over so he now hovers over your body. His hands are rough as he tugs your dress off your body, mouth demanding as he slots his lips over yours. He tastes of wine and ash and childhood, warming your body with his feverish kisses.

“Mmm, just as sweet as I remember,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Aegon,” you whine, tilting your hips up in search of some sort of friction.

His large hands travel down your body, relishing in every dip and curve, until he finds your hips and pins you to the mattress. Aegon looks at you then. His round, violet eyes are blown wide with lust. His chest heaves with each breath he takes, his grip on sanity loosening with each second ticking by.

He wants you.

He’s always wanted you.

He wants to pin you to this bed and fuck you again and again until your belly is swollen with child. His child. No one else’s. Not even Aemond can have you.

You reach up a hand, pressing your palm to his cheek.

That’s what breaks Aegon.

“Fuck that godsdamn game,” he growls out.

“What-“

Your question ends in a loud gasp when Aegon presses his face between your thighs, licking a long stripe between your folds. He moans and presses his face closer, desperate to drown in the honey sweet taste of your pretty cunt. You drench the lower half of his face, juices flowing down his chin. Aegon doesn’t seem to care. In fact, it seems to spur him forward and you cry out, your hands tugging on his soft hair, when he shoves two fingers inside you.

Aegon circles his tongue around your clit before wrapping his lips around the soft bud and sucking softly. When you arch your back with a loud cry, he grasps one of your tits with his free hand. He hasn’t had time until now to fully appreciate the shape of your body. You’re a woman now, with hips and tits and ass and a cunt he just knows will feel heavenly wrapped around his cock.

Gods, he needs to fuck you.

“Tell me, Aemma.” Aegon pulls his face from your cunt, looking up at you with a sultry smile. “Has my sweet niece saved herself for her husband?”

Your body jerks at the mention of a husband. You have a startling moment of clarity where you can see exactly where Aegon is planning on taking things, and you realize you need to make a decision. Do you let this continue and risk the shame, or do you stop Aegon?

Aegon, who is able to read you best out of anyone, sees you weighing your options and does the only thing he can think of. He drags his hard cock against your clit, teasing you gently. Because he knows when he’s inside you there will be no room for gentleness. He isn’t capable of it.

“We’re inevitable, sweet girl,” he tells you with a voice as smooth as silk. “I’ll have you as my wife no matter the cost.”

With that, Aegon eases his way inside you, pushing past the barrier of your maidenhead as you claw helplessly at his back. It burns as he shoves his way inside you, stretching your walls in an unfamiliar way. Tears prickle at your eyes from the sharp pain and a sob falls from your lips. Aegon shushes you with kisses, peppering them all over your face as his hips push his cock deeper inside you.

“Aegon… stop… please…” You try to adjust, to find a more comfortable position, but Aegon holds you still. “Aegon…”

He groans and nips at your neck. “I’ll make it better, I promise. Just trust me. Need you to trust me.”

You look at him through your tears. You shouldn’t trust him- you know better than to trust him- but you find yourself nodding and clinging to him anyway.

Aegon almost laughs in relief, wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his other hand in your hair. His pace is punishing but his words are sweet as he fucks you.

“I’ll make you my wife,” Aegon promises between thrusts. His teeth sink into your neck, drawing a dot of blood that he licks away. “Would you like that, sweet girl?”

Would you?

You aren’t sure, but you do know you’d rather face familiar cruelty than unfamiliar.

Better the devil you know, you suppose.

And with the burn gone you’re able to focus on the way his cock drags against your walls, stoking a fire building low in your belly.

“Say it,” Aegon prompts as sweat drips down his chest. “Say you’re mine.”

You nod. “I’m… I’m yours…”

His hand goes from your hair to your jaw, gripping your face tightly. “Look at me while I fill your cunt.”

You meet his eyes, losing yourself in the violet of his gaze as that flame in your belly grows before washing through the rest of you. Aegon smiles as your cunt clenches around his cock, milking his orgasm out of him. A manic laugh escapes him.

He actually did it.

He claimed you.

#aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader

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writingsofwesteros · 1 year

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Could I request Otto x reader? Reader is Alicent's childhood friend

AN: Hi, I hope you like it -- made it modern au x

NSFW

Gods, you could not remember how it had started but you were once again pressed over the kitchen table. Your friend’s mother was only in the other room as her husband’s cock was stuffed inside your weeping pussy. “Sir..” You whimpered out; tears of pleasure falling. Otto had already pulled an orgasm from you already.

He hummed; spreading your cheeks apart as he watched his cock pushing in and out of you. A ring of cream coating him as he quickened his thrusts. “We shou—we should stop.” You babbled out. His dark chuckles were your only answer as he leaned in; pushing his cock deeper inside your fluttering pussy.

The feel of his jeans against you only had you shivering. Your skirt was by your ankles and your top pushed up for Otto to palm at your soft, ample breasts. His hot mouth began to move over your neck, causing shivers down your spine. Goosebumps moved over your soft skin as you whimpered out.

“I do not think you want me to stop.” Otto purred into your ear; his hand slowly snaking around your body. His slender fingers soon found your weeping pussy as he brushed against your sensitive clit. You whined and rocked back into him as your heart continued to pound into your ears.

Gods, he was right and he knew it. His arrogance knew no bounds. Annoyingly, that only made him hotter for you. Your wetness continued as your inner thighs were now drenched. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed and had you looking towards the door. Your cheek pressed to the table.

“Good girl.” Otto purred; his smirk only growing as he looked towards the door also. “Would you stop if they walked in?” His strokes were deep and only becoming quicker as his fat head brushed against your spongy spot repeatedly. The wet, squelching noises had you whimpering and your cheeks flushing.

“You would beg me to keep going..” Otto reminded you; his hands roughly palming your arse now. He circled your clit slowly; moaning as you tightened around his cock. “To cum inside you.” He continued to taunt you. You whimpered at his words as your body began to shake against him.

His cock was throbbing as his thrusts only quickened. The idea of being caught had you both moving closer to your release. You couldn’t hold it back anymore as you bit into the flesh of your hand. Your legs shook as he roughly rubbed your soaked pussy. It was only a moment later than you were squirting around his throbbing cock.

Otto only chuckled into your ear some more as he fucked you through your release; prolonging your pleasure. “Fuck, that’s it..” He moans and rested against your back as his hips rocked against you. His cock pushed deep and touched your sweet spot that had you shaking once more.

He tugged your hair and soon his lips were on your own. You softly gasped and he forced his tongue down your throat as his climax ripped through him. Otto continued his thrusts as they became more sloppy. He pinched cruelly at your clit as you locked eyes with him; eyes wet with tears.

#otto hightower x reader #request #1k drabbles

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ultralightpoe · 1 year

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hear me out hear me out, tear you apart by she wants revenge. thinking very enemies to lovers hate fuckin kinda thing. obviously its really up to you but this song is very hot lol

Tear You Apart- Aemond Targaryen

Description: Aemond hates you and you hate him, but why did he feel so freaking good all the time

Authors Note: BUCKLE IN BITCHES! Also my requests are open for April, take a look at this post to see the request event and send some in! Happy April!

Warnings: Smut, adultery, fun fun fun

Word Count: 2924

Enjoy!

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Alicent was punishing him. Not that she would ever admit to it, or he could ever prove, but it was just something he knew. Because there was absolutely no reason that you should be seated next to him as this gods forsaken dinner.

Aemond had known you had entered the second his spine locked up, nervousness and anxiety racking through him as he risked a glance in your direction to see that you were already looking at him. You had walked in, a smarmy smile laced on your face, with your arm laced through your new husbands and a dazzling necklace across your neck.

You squinted a bit at him before turning to whisper something in your husband's ear and Aemond found himself squeezing the goblet in his hand and trying his best not to sneer or rip his nephew's head off.

You had chosen the bastard over him. How pathetic. So scared of your own emotions that you ran to the easiest target rather than facing the fucking truth.

A smug feeling filled his chest at the thought of you moaning his name while in bed with his cowardly nephew, that feeling quickly being washed away by the sound of his mothers voice. “Lady Y/n, how radiant you look. Dare I say….glowing?”

His hand tightened across the goblet again, red blinding his sight before you answered with a small laugh. “Not yet, but not from lack of trying. I swear.”

Your voice was bragging and he tried not to laugh. As if his nephew could actually give you any form of pleasure. Not after you had Aemond.

“I do apologize for our seating arrangement, you are in between my two boys tonight for the meal.” Alicent smiles before passing you and moving to greet her old friend. You turn to Aemond and give him a polite smile before turning to Jacaerys and kissing his cheek.

Before Aemond could remove himself from the table your husband was blocking his path, pulling out your chair for you and kissing your head, leaning down to mutter a soft “Remember the plan” before moving to his own side of the table.

Aemond loses sight of him the second he is away from you, because he cannot seem to drag his eyes anywhere else. Gods, he hated you. Hated everything about you. From the perfect hair to the gorgeous eyes all the way to the natural way you seemed to win everyone over. Witch.

You move your head to make eye contact and the second you do his heart stops dead in his chest. It was annoying that you still had this power over him.

“If you look any closer you might burn right through me….prince.” You smile, batting your eyelashes the way you always knew riled him up. It was like you enjoyed pissing him off.

“Good. Last I checked we were supposed to burn the witches.” He replies, trying to keep a nonchalant attitude. He knew the second the smile laced your features that he was correct, you really did enjoy pissing him off.

“Well since I am a witch I feel quite free to lie. By the way, your eye patch looks dashing tonight. Really brings out the purple of your eye.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe if you play nice with your nephews I’ll take pity on you.”

He was so close to responding before everyone else took their seats and he was left in silence while you turned your attention to the king. Only you weren’t actually paying attention.

You played it normal, and Aemond nearly jumped out of his skin when your hand met his under the table, a soft touch from your pinky onto his.

He tears his hand away, turning to glare at you before you roll your own and lean back, a heat traveling across his skin when you wink.

You were mocking him. He knew it.

“Aemond, is it true that you and Lady Y/n grew up together?” Lord Stark asks, forcing Aemond to drag his eyes away from you.

“Indeed. We had studies together.” You answer for him, smiling lightly as you leant forward to grab your goblet.

“I taught her everything she knows.” Aemond says this as he looks to his nephew, that smug feeling returning again as his nephew sneers. That’s right, I made her cum long before you.

When he glances back to you, the conversation moving away from him finally, you are already staring at him once again. This time your eyes are hooded, and he knows that you caught on to his jab.

“I believe I taught you a few useful tricks myself.” You whisper, before turning away to talk to the person on your right.

His entire body is aflame at the memories and a harsh anger rises in him. Of course you would do this, marry his nephew then rub it in his face.

You had led him on. You had tore him up as though it was nothing.

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her

Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light

When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

You ignored his existence the rest of dinner, not that Aemond minded because he got many opportunities to glance at you this way.

He watched the way you fixed your hair and the way your hand caresses the bodice of your dress when you bring it back down. He looks at the exposed part of your neck before his eyes catch on the pulse point.

How easy it would be to just lean over and bite you the way he knows you like. How easy it would be to reach his hand up your skirt and- Your eyes cast to him before he can finish the thought and he soon realizes that everyone is staring at him.

“I apologize, I seem to have dazed off.” He rushes out, trying not to get embarrassed under your gaze. “I do not feel well, I believe I should return to my chambers.”

Before anyone could argue his request he is out of the chair, burning through the room and heading to his own chambers across the keep. It was uncomfortable to walk due to the aching hard on he now wore, and he was desperate to make it to his rooms to fix this problem.

He felt like a stupid fool. You probably barely thought of him, and here he was pining after you. Pining after the traitor.

By the time he pushes the door to his chambers his chest is heaving and every piece of him feels as though it is on fire. Ragged breaths consumed him as his fingers worked to tear off his leathers.

“Fuck.” He curses, when his finger snags on the leather of his riding pants, hopping out of his boots to hop on the bed. His back hits the cushion of it and he stares at the ceiling for a moment so he could calm down and focus.

He could not think about you. He hated you. You betrayed him and he hated you-

Before he could stop himself he reached down, a moan slipping from his lips as he touched himself, your face flashing in his mind. No no no. This was wrong and he hated you.

But that didn’t stop him from sitting up, working himself faster as he imagined you above him, moaning to him just as you used to at the speed you liked- fuck Y/n. fuck fuck fu-

Y/n.

You were there. In the doorway with wide eyes and a blush on your cheeks as he stopped short, a ragged whine passing his lips when he realized.

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

“I wasn’t…” The lie begins to slip from his lips before he can stop it, but halfway through he realizes that he shouldn’t have to lie. You had seen him do this countless times, how was today different?

You were married. And you shouldn’t be here. “Leave.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, eyes welling up as you take a step back before you turn. Only you don’t leave, when your hand touches the door you risk a glance over your shoulder to where he is still sitting, still completely bare to you. “I’m sorry you hate me.”

“I’m not.” He sneers, face heating as your eyes track across his body. “You are a lying whore.”

“Indeed.”

“And you took everything I gave you and threw it away.”

“If that’s what you believe.”

You stared, unmoving, as he stood and walked closer. Everything in him screamed to pull you close and he was infuriated that even after all this time he still craved your touch. He still dreamt of having you in his sheets just as you used to.

“You should leave.” He whispers, his chest meeting yours as he looks down on you, hands clenched at his sides to keep from grasping them in your hair like he wanted.

“I should.” You reply, leaning your nose up to touch against his. The second your skin meets his he is gone, hands whipping up to your hair as he pulls you in for a rough and ragged kiss.

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Maybe if he just got you out of his system it would be better. He could hate you from a distance after this and everything would be fine. But the moment his lips touch your own he knows he is a goner.

A warmth bleeds through his chest as you kiss back, your hands wrapping around to pull him closer by his back and he pushes you both forward until you are pressed against the door. A grunt pushes through him when his hands travel your body, lifting your skirt to touch the back of your thighs and help you hop up.

Tearing yourself away to catch your breath gives him a moment to stare at you, the smug feeling returning once again. “Where is your husband?”

“Don’t ask.” You gasp, pulling him back in for another kiss. He stabilizes you both so you can reach and undo your corset, biting his lip harshly and making him groan out.

“I hate you-”

“I hate you more.” He enjoyed the way you gasped that out, allowing him to suck at your neck as both of you begin grinding into each other. “Aemond please-”

“Please what?”

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

“Aemond.” You try again, leaning to catch his head in your hands and pull him up to face you. “I’m so-”

“That’s not what I want to hear and you know it.” He seethes, pushing your skirt up higher. “I don’t want to hear your fake fucking apologies.”

And then the dam breaks and you are rushing forward to kiss him again, your teeth clash against each other and you bite down harshly before pulling back, eyes hooded. “Then fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me.”

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I want to fucking tear you apart

He doesn’t waste any time, dragging you both to the bed and slamming you across the sheets, laying on top of you with a fire in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. “This is familiar.”

A small laugh tears from your throat when he grips your corset and tears it in half, growling a bit as he moves to your skirt. The sound of cloth ripping fills the room and you sit up quickly, snatching the eye patch off his face before he can fight it.

A hand wraps around your wrist tightly, dragging the patch back. “No. I want to see you, Aemond.” You argue, keeping your arm tight as he grunts out before finally letting go.

He can’t argue that, nor can he argue the proud feeling he gets from those words, instead he crawls up your body until you are nose to nose. You smile at him and for a moment he can imagine himself back to the moments you used to have, before you were married off.

“Breathe.” He whispers, just like he always had, before he is pushing himself into you. A groan escapes him at the same time you gasp out, hands scratching along his back as he fills you fully and for the first time in a long time he felt at home,

It disgusted him.

“I hate you.”

“Then show me.” You laugh and he gives in.

Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

The room filled with grunts and the heavy sound of skin slapping, Aemonds hands landing on the bed above both your shoulders to keep you trapped close to him as his hips snapped into you over and over.

“You’re…..a….fucking whore-” He seethes, grunting louder as you moan out. “A fucking traitor.”

He laughs when you come undone, moving to lean down closer and press his nose to your cheek when you turn away. “I’m not done yet.”

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

He takes you over and over, telling himself each time would be the last, but he couldn’t get enough. It was like a beast that had been let out of its cage and was ravaging anything it possibly could.

By the time he had his fill, 5 rounds later when the sun began coming up, he let you sleep beside him as he kept you close. His hand laid on your thigh as you curled yourself up, breathing evenly as you dreamt.

Just one more kiss and he would be good. He would be rid of this craving, he swears it.

But when his lips touched your forehead very softly he closed his eyes and held them there, mentally begging himself to just get up and never touch you again. He hates you.

“A traitorous whore.” You murmur, eyes still closed, and his eyebrows pop up in surprise. “That’s what you are thinking. I know it.”

“Am I wrong?”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

You left the next morning in one of his tunics, with a limp in your step that had his heart beating quickly but he ignored it, holding a hand to his chest to try and stop it.

When the door shuts he turns back to the bed, shoving his nose in the pillow you had slept and and imagined if you could stay, if you had married him instead.

Pathetic.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

The halls were filled with people cheering and wearing flower crowns, the courtyard filled with twice as much music.

Aemond sat under the tree feeling sick and angry.

They were celebrating you, or rather your child. The news had passed quickly that you had begun your labors in the early hours of the day, with Rhaenyra by your side and your ‘devoted husband’.

“Brother!” Helaena calls, snapping him out of his moping. “Come!”

Ever the attentive brother he stands, moving to follow her through the halls as she holds her baby in her hands. She talks his ear off as they join their mother, her face pulled into a tight frown.

The two ladies lead him to Rhaenyras chambers, where you are laid out on the bed with sweat covering your skin and a small bundle in your arms. Rhaenyra is giving you the widest smile he has ever seen his sister give and many people are congratulating Jahaerys.

“Have you heard the good news?” A Lord asks, leaning in to whisper to Aemond. “Lady Y/n has delivered a Targaryen. White hair and all.”

Memories of your last night flash together, of Jahearys asking you about a plan and you showing up to his rooms.

A wide smile covers his face when he looks up to find you already staring at him, a knowing and tired look on your own features. Oh, how he hated you.

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 1 year

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The Silver Dragon (24/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 4748

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: Aemond, Arianwyn, and Queen Alicent race to find Brynna. Larys Strong informs them that she has been taken to the Throne Room by none other than Daemon, who claims that it was Brynna herself that attacked him the night before. Not only that, but he also accuses Aemond of forcing Arianwyn to marry him, and of raping her so that the marriage could not be dissolved.

Warnings: Violence.

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The Trial of Brynna Taler

Arianwyn had never craved violence. When she had tackled Rhaena years ago, all she wanted was to save Aemond. When she stabbed Daemon last night, it had been a desperate attempt to save her own life.

But now, as she frantically ran through the halls of the Red Keep in a dress borrowed from the Queen, she wanted nothing more than to feel her father’s blood running through her fingers.

If he had done anything to hurt Brynna, she did not know what she would do. Claw at his face, perhaps. Or rip every hair from his head. Gouge out his eyes. Take his sword and cut him in two, like he had done to Vaemond Velaryon. Command Emrys, the dragon he had once kept from her, to burn him alive.

Or maybe she would simply unleash Aemond upon him.

From the murderous glint in his eye and the hard set of his jaw, she knew that was the cruelest thing she could do.

Her husband would make him suffer for what he had done to her. By the time Daemon finally breathed his last, perhaps some small modicum of justice would have been served.

Arianwyn was torn from the fantasy of revenge when she rounded a corner and nearly slammed into Aemond’s back. She could not see why he had stopped, only that his hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to defend his wife.

“Stand down, Aemond,” Alicent commanded, laying a soothing hand on his shoulder as she stepped around him.

Though he did not release his weapon, he did step aside, allowing Arianwyn to see Larys Strong, the Lord Confessor, standing before them.

Leaning heavily on his cane, the clubfooted Lord of Harrenhal looked over the harried group with a grimace. “I am afraid your presence is urgently required in the Throne Room, your Grace. Prince Daemon claims he has been attacked, and is demanding a trial immediately.”

“A trial?” Arianwyn asked, trapped somewhere between fear and hope. A trial meant that his attacker was alive, for corpse could not face judgment.

Larys’ dull blue eyes locked onto her face. “He has brought the accused – your long-serving maid, Brynna Taler – before the Hand and the Small Council.”

“Has he hurt her?” she asked, unable to keep her voice from breaking with terror.

Flicking his eyes to Aemond and to the sword on the Prince’s hip, Larys replied carefully. “Not grievously, my Lady.”

But the words offered no comfort. That Daemon had laid even a finger upon her was enough to set her tears flowing and a sob ripping from her wounded throat.

That single cry was more than enough for Aemond. He growled, drawing his blade as he pushed past the Lord Confessor.

Alicent followed him, shouting futilely for him to remain calm, with Arianwyn not far behind. Despite the relative warmth of the day, she pulled the fur stole the Queen had given her tighter around her neck to hide the grisly bruises that lay there.

Aemond could hardly see the path in front of him for the bloodlust surging through his veins. The fearful stares of courtiers and servants alike as he stalked through the halls of the keep were as inconsequential to him as rats in the gutter.

However, the words they whispered more frequent as they got closer to the Throne Room echoed through his mind.

“Do you think he really did it?”

“Of course not! He has only done what we have always expected.”

“It’s only that she’s been kept on that island that it hasn’t happened sooner.”

“That’s precisely what I mean! He’s been stewing in anger for all these years.”

“Perhaps since he could not have Lucerys’ eye, he took her instead.”

“She may have loved him once, but that was when they were, and he had no scar.”

“Would you really want that sharing your bed?”

“Gods, just look at him. Not even Maegor looked such a villain.”

“He did it. Of that, I have no doubt.”

Aemond would not react. He would not give them that satisfaction.

Still, he could not help but grip his sword tighter, until the skin of his knuckles ached with the effort. He could not stop his scar from burning, or the skin surrounding it from twitching. Nor could he stop his stomach from roiling, for despite Arianwyn’s ardent insistence in his continued beauty, he knew that the whispers were true.

To all but his wife, he was hideous – nothing more than a villain and a monster.

The feeling of despair only deepened when he approached the open Throne Room doors and heard Daemon’s voice echoing throughout the hall.

“Arianwyn was distraught,” he said, voice wavering with fabricated despair as he addressed the growing crowd. “It is no wonder why. From the moment we arrived, Prince Aemond never once relented in trying to molest her before our very eyes – ”

His false tale of woe was cut short when the gathered crowd gasped as one at the sight of the One-Eyed Prince, the steel of his drawn blade gleaming in the dawn’s light, storming into the room, Daemon’s ‘distraught’ daughter close behind.

At the sight, Jace burst from his place by his mother’s side, drawing his own sword and pointing it toward Aemond’s chest.

“Release my sister!” he shouted, despite the fact that Aemond was clearly not holding her hostage.

“I am not your sister!” Arianwyn yelled back.

Aemond said nothing. He did, however, raise his own blade in reply as he took an offensive stance.

How dare Jacaerys call her ‘sister?’ What little blood they shared was thin, and tainted by his bastard birth. Perhaps if he had been more than Aegon’s boorish toady in their youth or been kinder to Arianwyn on Dragonstone, Aemond would not now be so eager for this fight.

Tilting his head in a silent dare for Jace to make the first move, Aemond could not help but wonder whether the Curse of the Kinslayer applied to bastard nephews.

But then Arianwyn screamed anew when she saw the woman kneeling before the Iron Throne.

“Brynna!”

Arianwyn pushed past the Queen, moving around Aemond and his outstretched sword. He reached his offhand out to stop her, but she brushed it aside.

“Take my hand, Arianwyn,” Jace whispered as she passed him.

She did not give him the courtesy of a reply or even a glance at his pleading face.

Daemon glared as she approached, but she did not face him either.

At the base of the Iron Throne, she tripped over the too-long skirts of Alicent’s dress, falling to her knees before her lady’s maid.

“Brynna, I’m so sorry,” she cried as she took in the woman’s wretched state.

A large purple bruise covered most of her face, from her split brow to her bleeding lip. Her nose was clearly broken, still marked with a dried river of blood.

But the worst of it was her hands. Her lithe, nimble hands that had crafted some of the finest dresses in the history of the Seven Kingdoms – including the dress that had become Arianwyn’s wedding gown.

Shattered.

Each finger bent and twisted, like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. The skin was so red and bruised that Arianwyn could hardly see the countless cuts marking where Daemon’s stone had struck over and over and over again.

Arianwyn knew that while it was not by her own hand, she had done this. By angering her father, by stabbing him. The moment she married Aemond, she made everyone that she loved a target for Daemon’s wrath, and he had wasted no time in claiming his first victim.

“Oh, gods!” She cried, dropping her head to Brynna’s lap. “This is all my fault! I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…”

Through her throbbing pain, Brynna tried and failed to quiet Arianwyn’s frantic crying, but soon found herself sobbing along with the girl. She wanted nothing more than to stroke her silver curls, but her hands were in far too much pain. Besides, she would never wish to see her Lady marred with blood.

“It is not your fault,” Brynna whispered, voice hoarse from screaming.

Arianwyn did not believe her.

She would beg and beg for forgiveness until her voice gave out. Until her knees bled from kneeling, and her eyes were dry of tears. She would beg until the Mother herself appeared to offer her mercy, or until the Stranger took her away – though to the heavens or the hells, she did not know.

At the door, Aemond raised his sword level with Daemon’s heart as he strode past Jace. The young Prince moved to stop him but was pulled back by his mother.

It was Daemon who had done this. He had hurt his wife’s greatest friend. He had made Arianwyn cry. And he would pay for it.

But Daemon paid him no attention. Rather, he sighed, and with an expression of relief to rival the worst actors in King’s Landing, took a single step toward his daughter. “Arianwyn!” he cried, “How relieved I am to see you unharmed!”

Tearing her eyes from Brynna’s ruined hands, Arianwyn stared at her father, brow furrowed in bewilderment.

She had been harmed, and he was the one who had done it.

“Stay away from my wife,” Aemond growled, circling around his new father-by-law until he stood protectively between him and Arianwyn. He could feel the fiery rage in his heart hot on his breath, and could swear he heard Vhagar roaring in the distance.

“Was it not enough for you to steal my dear Laena’s dragon?” Daemon asked, brow crumpled with false heartache and a voice loud enough for everyone in the Throne Room to hear his words clearly. “Now, you must take my firstborn daughter, as well?”

“I have stolen nothing,” Aemond hissed, angling the point of his sword to Daemon’s neck. All it would take was one motion, one cut, and the Rogue Prince would never harm Arianwyn again. “Can you say the same, uncle?”

“Prince Aemond put down your sword!” Otto bellowed from the throne. “There will be no more blood spilled in this hall!”

But Aemond did not move, save for a twitch of the muscle in his jaw. Gods, his scar was blazing. It had not hurt like this since the night it was given to him.

“Despite that pin on your breast, Otto, you have no right to rule in this. It is a family matter,” Daemon spat, dropping his besieged father act.

Otto did not yield an inch, speaking calmly, with all the authority of the Iron Throne. “Indeed. Concerning my grandson and my great-niece. And seeing as how, in his absence, I speak with the voice of the King – your brother and Prince Aemond’s father –I have every right to rule on this family matter. Don’t you agree, Lord Wylde?”

The Master of Laws jumped slightly when his name was called, but he quickly collected himself and answered, “Yes, my Lord Hand.”

The only hint of Otto’s smugness was the nearly imperceptible twitch of a smile on his lips. “With that matter settled, we can begin the proceeding. Prince Aemond, I will not repeat myself again. Put. Down. Your. Sword.”

Against all instinct and every nerve in his body, Aemond obeyed. Though he did not sheath the blade, nor did he move away from his wife.

Alicent finally moved away to the door to the foot of the dais, joining a concerned Helaena and a hungover but intrigued Aegon.

As she passed Rhaenyra and her children, the Princess and the Queen exchanged a look that Aemond could not decipher.

The Hand sighed, gesturing with an open palm to Brynna. “Grand Maester, for the love of the Mother, will you please tend to this poor woman?”

Daemon seethed, “That ‘poor woman’ has attacked a Prince of the Realm!”

“I have not!” Brynna shouted.

“She did not!” Arianwyn yelled simultaneously, with such a cold fury that she was sure she bore icy claws. Emrys’s howling echoed through her mind as she pulled away from her maid, only enough to allow Orwyle the access he needed to assess her wounds.

Orwyle examined Brynna quickly, then looked back to Arianwyn and gave a slight smile. She will recover, he seemed to say. She may not be the same, but she will recover.

But Arianwyn’s heart was hollow, and she could not return the gesture. Brynna would not recover if she was soon executed.

Once he was satisfied that Brynna’s wounds were being tended to, Otto lowered himself upon the Iron Throne. “Prince Daemon,” he said, “If you are quite finished with your performance, the Crown will now hear your accusation.”

Daemon bit the inside of his cheek, mulling over whether to respond to the Hand’s remark. Deciding against that, he once again painted his face with fatherly concern. “After our family meal last night, I went to check in on Arianwyn. She had been so upset when she left, after seeing her dear brother attacked by none other than the man who had treated her with such unabashed vulgarity all evening.”

Arianwyn looked up at Aemond, begging with wet eyes for him to speak in his own defense. But he only continued to glare at Daemon, for the comforting thought of spilling his uncle’s blood was the only thing distracting him from the pain searing through his very skull.

Unchallenged, Daemon continued. “When I reached her rooms, this woman,” he pointed at Brynna as he spoke, drawing the court’s attention to her, “was at the door. She would not allow me entry to my own daughter’s chambers.

“First, she told me that Arianwyn was unwell. Then, that she was asleep. When she had run out of excuses, I demanded she stand aside to let me through. But she would not. So, I went to push past her. That is when she took her shears and did this.” He tossed the bloodstained iron shears to the floor, and tore off the linen wrapping around his right hand before raising it above his head for all to see.

A large gash was visible in the space between his thumb and forefinger. As Daemon turned to present his hand to those behind him, Aemond was gratified to see the wound was wide enough for a beam of sunlight to shine through the hole. When this was over, he would have to congratulate his wife on a job well done.

“I, of course, was able to subdue her even with the wound, and she quickly revealed the sinister scheme.” Daemon grinned at Aemond as he went on, “The Prince here paid her quite handsomely to sneak him into our guest quarters, that he might steal her away for his own. He forced Septon Eustace to wed them. And then, I imagine, he raped her so the marriage could not be dissolved on account of a failed consummation.”

Arianwyn’s mind was spinning. From the audacity of Daemon’s lies. From her disbelief that in the face of such slander, Aemond continued to stay silent. From the conflicting whispers swirling around her.

“The most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.”

“Look at the cold look in his eye. He knows he’s been exposed.”

“I have known them since they were children. Prince Aemond could never hurt her.”

“He should be gelded without delay, and sent to the Wall to rot.”

A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. How could they believe such lies? Daemon’s own demons were well known, as were Aemond’s virtues. At least, they had been when she had left the capital. What had changed since then, beyond the scar now marking his face?

If enough of the court was so quick to believe Daemon’s story, what could she possibly say to sway them?

Her only salvation was that it was the Hand sitting the Iron Throne, not the King.

“An interesting story, my Prince,” Otto said, not a hint of emotion or bias in his voice. “Though I am afraid I find myself with several questions regarding its details.”

Daemon scowled, unable to keep the disdain from his eyes. “And what, pray tell, are your questions?”

“I think we should start at the beginning, don’t you? With Prince Aemond’s behavior at the King’s dinner.” Otto raised his eyebrows, the only hint of his confidence. “You see, my Prince, I was seated closer to him and Arianwyn than you were, and yet I saw no such evidence of molestation, attempted or otherwise.”

When Daemon opened his mouth to counter him, the Hand simply continued, “Though I may be mistaken. Perhaps we should ask the Princess Helaena, who was herself seated at Arianwyn’s side, what she saw?”

Daemon scowled, but did not object as Alicent encouraged Helaena.

“My sweet girl,” the Queen whispered, “can you tell us what you saw between Aemond and Arianwyn?”

Helaena, at last seeming to realize where she was, glanced between her brother and his wife. When she saw Arianwyn crying on the floor and Aemond clutching his sword, she looked mildly concerned at their predicament. “I saw love, gentle and true. As it has always been.”

For a moment, the Princess smiled proudly, but it faded as a shadow passed over her lilac eyes. “Shattered glass,” she murmured, “the silver shards sharper than the blunt point of the broken blade.”

Not even Daemon had a clever answer for the seemingly meaningless words.

But in the silence that followed, Arianwyn looked closely at her cousin as the fog cleared from Helaena’s eyes. At the dinner, she had said something about a cloak – a white cloak – in the moonlight.

Had she somehow known?

Perhaps more importantly, what did she know now?

“But these are the small details of your tale, Prince Daemon. Indeed, they may be crucial to its veracity, but whether or not a lady was molested can be quite easily mistaken by even the most perceptive among us.” A tentative laugh went up among some of the gathered crowd, and the Hand let it run its course before he continued.

“Let us focus instead on the larger picture. For that, it seems we are missing the most important testimony. Arianwyn?”

Otto’s question broke her from her musings on what Helaena’s words might mean. He tipped his chin, and she was surprised to find reassurance in the gesture. “Please stand and tell us what happened – but speak only the truth.”

Those words, spoken to her once before, long ago, brought Arianwyn back to the Throne Room on Driftmark. She was kneeling at Aemond’s side, pressing kisses to his trembling hand only moments after his eye was taken. She could feel Rhaena’s nails scratching her skin, the heat of Aemond’s fresh blood flowing through her fingers, and her aching chest wheezing for breath. She was drowning in desperation as she begged the King to believe her tale.

How had it come to this again?

“Aemond has done nothing untoward,” she said as she stood on shaking legs. How she wished he were within reach so she could hold onto him for strength. “Nor has Brynna. But the Prince and I are indeed wed, and our union has been consummated – willingly.”

As she spoke, Arianwyn felt her confidence grow. She steadied herself and stepped towards Aemond, lacing her fingers through his. He startled at the touch, for she had approached him from the left. But he relaxed and sheathed his sword when he saw the plea in her eyes.

“Septon Eustace can attest to the veracity of the marriage,” she said, looking only at her husband. “My household guard, Grand Maester Orwyle, Ser Criston Cole, and my maid Brynna, all bore witness. Orwyle confirmed the consummation this morning.”

When Daemon scoffed, Otto held up a hand to silence him. The Prince looked for a moment as though he may argue, but he was pulled back by his own wife taking his hand. Rhaenyra gave him a stern look, whispered something in his ear, and he stilled.

“My dear, why wed in such haste? And in near complete secrecy?” Otto asked.

Arianwyn considered her words carefully. She knew Otto wanted her to tell the court everything – but he could not possibly know what he was asking.

Someday, Daemon would pay for his crimes. But today, all Arianwyn wanted was to free Brynna and remain by her husband’s side.

“Aemond and I have been in love these many long years, even when separated,” she said. The truth, even if she had only just learned it. “We did not want to wait any longer for our families to negotiate a marriage contract or allow them to promise us to anyone else.”

That was a lie. But by the faces in the crowd, it was at least a good one.

“I apologize for any pain our impatience has caused,” Arianwyn continued, bowing her head toward Alicent, Helaena, and Aegon. “We have deprived our family of seeing us wed and all the celebration that comes with it.”

Aegon smiled, raising his brows, “I had but one chance to bring my brother’s wife to bed, and I have missed it,” he muttered.

Suppressing a grin, Arianwyn went on. “We married out of love, my Lord Hand. There is no more to say than that.”

The Hand again smiled at her, “Thank you, Arianwyn.”

She began to curtsy, but Aemond held her still. “You are a Princess now,” he murmured, “You need not bow to him anymore.”

“Septon Eustace,” Otto said, turning to face the man, “You performed the marriage?”

The Septon nodded. “I did, my Lord Hand.”

“And did the Lady Arianwyn show any reticence during the ceremony? Did she appear nervous or afraid?”

“No, my Lord Hand,” Eustace replied. “She was as happy as any bride I have ever seen. Happier, perhaps.”

Arianwyn blushed, squeezing Aemond’s hand. She could feel his heart racing through the contact and wished desperately to calm him. But he would not be satisfied until Brynna was free, and Daemon was not.

He was a dragon who had caught the scent of his prey, and he would not let it go free.

“Grand Maester,” Otto now plainly bore a smile as he turned to Orwyle, “can you indeed confirm the consummation?”

“I can indeed, my Lord Hand.”

“And can anyone else attest to Brynna Taler’s presence at the ceremony?” The Hand glanced around the room until he found twelve knights clad in bronze armor.

But it was Ser Criston Cole who answered. “I can, my Lord Hand.” He looked to Prince Daemon with an expression of pure disdain. “I would swear my sword to it.”

“I thank you, Ser Criston, but I wager that will not be necessary.” Otto finally smiled as he swept his eyes past Arianwyn to his grandson. “Prince Aemond, is there anything you should like to say to the court?”

Aemond finally tore his eye away from Daemon, gaze softening as he looked upon Arianwyn’s beautiful, hopeful face. There was much he wanted to say. He wanted to tell the whole court – the whole world – of Daemon’s crimes. He wanted to see him arrested and face the Father’s justice. And when he was executed, he wanted to be the one to swing the sword.

But Arianwyn saw it all on his face, every sinful thought he had. She pulled him towards her, wrapping her hand around his wrist, and shook her head.

“No,” Aemond sighed. “Only that everything my wife has said is the truth.”

The Hand turned back to Daemon, “Well, my Prince. It seems that matter is settled. But there is still the question of your wound. Would you care to offer the court another explanation as to how you were injured?”

The Rogue Prince was practically steaming with rage. The sight awoke a feeling of sinister pleasure within Arianwyn’s heart. That feeling, combined with the strength she drew from her husband’s touch, had her hands moving to the stole around her neck before she could think better of it.

“Perhaps he could explain this as well,” she said, pulling the fabric from her throat and exposing her wounds for all to see.

A gasp rippled through the crowd at the sight of her bruises, and the anger in her father’s eyes sharpened. Arianwyn only smiled.

Daemon snarled, “The work of your new husband, obviously.”

Arianwyn laughed. A light, blithe chuckle – wholly out a place at such a solemn occasion. “I think you’ll find my husband’s hands too large to make such small marks,” she said with an animalistic tilt of her head.

Aemond suddenly felt the urge to take her, right there and then. She had always had such fire within her, though it was rare that she let anyone but him see its glow. How he longed to burn in that delicious fire.

On the Iron Throne, Otto smiled proudly at the newest Targaryen Princess. He had thought her as harmless as Helaena, but perhaps she would prove more of an asset in the days to come. “Well, Prince Daemon? Have you any explanation for the court?”

Daemon only sneered before Rhaenyra stepped in front of him, cutting off whatever biting remark he surely had planned.

“I think we have heard more than enough,” Rhaenyra said, the same forced diplomacy in her voice as the night before. “I suggest, my Lord Hand, that we dismiss this matter entirely, as the unfortunate result of an excess of wine at dinner.”

Otto nodded, content in his victory – one more trueborn Targaryen, and one more dragon.

“Grand Maester Orwyle,” he commanded, “please take the lady Brynna to the Rookery tower and give her your greatest care. Dear lady, you have the sincere apology of the Crown, as well as my personal assurance that you will be compensated for your troubles.”

“Thank you, my Lord Hand,” Brynna said. Then, with the aid of the Maester, Brynna stood and curtseyed. Then, as she was led out of the Throne Room, she flashed a quick grin at Arianwyn – a promise that she would find her soon and that she wanted every detail of the bedding.

Arianwyn was practically overcome with relief. As her breath heaved, she felt the warmth of Aemond’s hand holding hers climb up her arm and spread throughout her entire body. Aemond focused on the feel of her pulse slowing, the pain in his face fading with each beat of her heart.

For long moments, the only sounds in the hall were the gossiping whispers of the court. Those who could not believe that Daemon had lied were evenly matched with those who could not believe Aemond had gotten away with his crimes.

But they were soon silenced when Rhaenyra again spoke. “My Queen, my Lord Hand. I thank you for your kindness and hospitality. But I am afraid we must now take our leave.”

“We hope to see you again soon, Princess,” Alicent replied, sincerity in her eyes.

With a quick nod, Rhaenyra turned her gaze to Arianwyn and Aemond, giving a smile that did not reach her eyes. “Before we go, I would like to offer my best wishes to my dear stepdaughter and her new husband.”

Aemond again tensed, but Arianwyn kept her grip on his hand firm. “Thank you, stepmother,” she said without returning the smile.

Rhaenyra stood in silence, apparently expecting the same grandiosity for the departure as she had for her arrival. But just as before, she would not receive it. So finally, after several awkward minutes, she relented and led her family from the hall.

Only Baela stayed behind to embrace her sister before going. “I am so happy for you,” she whispered.

“I will see you soon,” Arianwyn promised. “Perhaps for your own wedding?”

Tears coming to her eyes, Baela only grinned and nodded before following her family out of the Throne Room and the Red Keep.

Though she was surrounded by her family – the true family she had missed for so long – Arianwyn felt a sliver of emptiness creep into her heart as she watched her sister leave.

But then she felt her husband’s strong arms wrap around her, and all was right.

“If you would excuse us, my Lord Hand,” she said, not looking at the man atop the Iron Throne but at Aemond’s lips. “But my husband and I have yet to break our fast, and I find myself feeling quite hungry.”

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balbigalum · 1 year

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could you write a Modern setting about Aemond and Helaena pulling a depressed reader out of bed, I think I need that motivation, you can also add Alicent, Aegon and Ser Crispin to make it funny

helaena

i think she would be so sweet about it

you’re in bed and you have no idea what time is it but it’s probably well past noon

and you kinda feel disgusting, you don’t wanna see anybody and you don’t want anybody to see you

but helaena is so understanding

she gave you your space and time the first couple of days, hoping you just needed some time alone to pull yourself together

but after the third day she knew you needed a hand

she sets a cup of tea on your nightstand

the small noise of the cup hitting the table alerts you that she is there

you try to cover your face with the blanket but she stops you softly

pulls it down enough to see your eyes

and she is looking at you with the most kind look in the world

“you need to eat something” she says, you groan, probably telling her that you’re fine that thanks but you’re okay

and she doesn’t buy it

she turns on the tv for some background noise and starts moving around your room

not really cleaning the mess but organizing it a little bit

after a bit she sits next to you on bed and coaxes you to sit up

she is humming a song under her breath

“will you please give the tea a try?” she asks you again and you have to do it for her

slowly she does manages to get you out of bed long enough for you to get a quick shower

by the time you come back she has left blueberry pancakes on your night stand

the blueberries forming a smiley face on them

aemond

i think he doesn't realize it at first

he has a lot going on in his mind so he just burst into your room

going on about how in the seven hells have you not woken up yet?

he is opening your windows and you can believe that sunlight feels aggressive but it does

he is ranting a little under his breath, saying something about how his brother used to do the same things, how they always arrived late everywhere because of him

and then he sees you and stops in the spot

his whole face shifts

“are you sick?” he asks

you don’t reply

“are you in pain?”

silence

“please, answer me?” he says and you just bury yourself deeper on the pillows

after a minute you feel his hand touching your back cautiously

“what’s wrong?” but at this point he understand what’s going on

he kneels next to you, just staring at you

brushing the hair out of your face to see you better

he stays there just rubbing your back and holding your hand until you feel like talking

and then he listens and listens

if you cry, he wipes your tears off

and when you’re finally done he helps you out of the bed

alicent

she is worried

you’re worrying her to death, congrats

she goes from being worried, to being angry, to being frustrated

and then all over again

she tries to get you to get out of bed with different things

she promises a bath and then that she’ll get you any dress you want

and then she tries to coerce you to get up by telling you she won’t help you if you get written up for arriving late to whenever you had to go

and then she feels bad again

i feel like she rips the sheet off you like what she does to aegon

and then begs you to talk to her

she goes in and out the room a hundred times

until she crouches down at your height

and asks you if there’s anything she can do to get you to talk to her she will do it

but please please please

just get out off bed

criston

he has zero tact

he is coming into your room at 7am because you had some horse training with him

“c’mon kid” loud

opens your windows and starts going on about you schedule today

“c’mon we don’t have all day”

he probably shakes you like you are some dog

and honestly you feel so bad you could cry

and you do

and he stops

he wants to tell you how crying won’t get you out of training

but also he has no idea how to handle the situation

should he call a maester? should he call alicent?

he gets frustrated very easily with this whole emotional thing

you tell him you feel bad between sobs

and that’s it he is calling a maester

he tells you to not move, stay put

and leaves the room in a hurry

aegon

the only reason why he ends up in your room is probably because alicent told him to go get you

he sees you’re awake and he is like “oh cool, come downstairs”

you don’t make any effort to move and he just stands there

rocking back and forth in his heels

he is looking around your room like he is waiting for the bus (not that he takes the bus)

and after a while he just… plops himself on the bed next to you

“ew when was the last time you changed these sheets”

but he doesn’t get off

he is playing with the string of his hoodie and doesn’t say anything for a while

“so… what’s going on?” he says, his tone is light, like he’s just making conversation

“did someone break up with you or something?”

and when you say no with your head he huffs

“just one of those days?” and you nod

“yeah… i get it” he says, and he does to be honest, you’ve seen aegon in worse states than yours, with his room coming apart and stinking of alcohol

he doesn’t say much beyond telling alicent you’re not coming down

he stays with you in your room, making you company

and after a while you hear him snoring, you might as well join him on a nap, maybe you’ll get better when you wake up

#alicent x reader #aegon x reader #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #helaena x reader #ser criston cole x reader #hotd fic #anon #aemond targaryen fic #aegon ii targaryen

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hansensunshine · 1 year

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i was so happy to see that your asks are open again!! would you write about mommy rhaenyra and sister reader again? maybe where the reader wears something revealing to tease rhaenyra in public and rhaenyra drags her away to her room and makes the reader ride her thigh and praises her for being a good girl thank u so much <33

i’d love to write for them again, they’re becoming my absolute favourite pairings to write 🤍

— 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. [18+]

pairings: mommy! rhaenyra targaryen x little sister! reader

synopsis: you are rhaenyra’s little sister, but being alicent’s daughter means that you and rhaenyra have to keep your relationship secret.

tw: mommy kink, thigh riding

summary: you woke up in a teasing mood, wearing a dress that was quite revealing in public, making rhaenyra notice.

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you had just come out of the bath, now a robe hugging your cold body. you made your way back through to your bedroom before allowing yourself to do your own hair for the day. you had already picked out an outfit earlier which was sitting on the back of one of the chairs. you gently took off your robe, letting the cold air getting to your body. you had maids to do everything for you, but you preferred doing it yourself. you got yourself dressed in a beautiful gown that was quite revealing to say the least, you only wanted to wear it for one person, rhaenyra.

you made your way to the great hall, being the last one to arrive. you had noticed that your family had been split up into two. you looked to your left, noticing your mother smiling softly at you. then you looked to your right, noticing rhaenyra first. you always thought she was flawless and you still think so, she had the most gorgeous dress on you could ever imagine, she too gave you a soft smile, before she carefully looks you up and down, you couldn’t help but blush a little. as much as you wanted to go and stand by rhaenyra, you knew your mother would disapprove, so you made your way towards her. rhaenyra’s gaze never left you as you stood next to your mother.

as soon as you were all dismissed, rhaenyra quickly made her way to you and grabs your hand, leading you out of the hall together. alicent gave a disapproving look but you two left before you could see her facial expression. rhaenyra took your into her bedroom, as she did most days with you when she could. you noticed as you both entered the room, she had let go of your hand to sit down in an empty chair that faces the balcony. she glanced over at you, noticing you had stopped in your path. she gently tapped her leg, motioning you to sit.

as you sat down on her leg, she pulled you up towards her thigh, before ripping your panties off. you felt your body almost trembling, you were so close to her. you looked up at rhaenyra with your sweet eyes before she put both hands on both sides of your waist. she gently moved her leg up and down before helping you to move your body back and forth on her thigh. you let out a subtle moan before burying your face into rhaenyra’s neck. you noticed rhaenyra letting out a soft chuckle before breaking the silence.

“you’re already so needy for me, aren’t you, baby?” all you could do was nod in response, you hadn’t noticed rhaenyra let go of your waist, letting her arms wrap around you, holding you close to her. you were moving on her thigh back and forth on your own accord, whilst rhaenyra was still shaking her leg a little to give you more pleasure.“mm.. m—mommy, it feels so good..” she could feel the vibrations on her neck as your face was still buried there. she drew circles on your back whilst you keep going back and forth, slightly going faster wanting to feel a release.

you looked up at rhaenyra noticing she was already looking down at you, you gave her a begging look, having the biggest doe eyes. she knew what you wanted, she knew you like the back of her hand. “it’s okay, baby. you can make a mess on my leg.” you gently placed a few kisses on her neck, making her head go back slightly in pleasure. you make yourself rub on her thigh a little faster, letting out a few sweet moans before feeling your juices come out of you, dripping onto rhaenyra’s leg. “don’t worry, i’ll clean it up. you’ve been such a good girl for me.” you ended up straddling her as she places kisses all over your face, making you slightly giggle feeling ticklish. she kept on hand around your body whilst the other caressing your cheek. “i’m so glad you’re my little baby.”

#my inbox <3 #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x little sister! reader #mommy! rhaenyra targaryen x little sister! reader

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emilykaldwen · 3 months

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I am nothing if not predictable: tell me about an Abrogan vampire AU 👀 👀 👀

SO I was gonna make a shippy graphic for this but I'm a lazy bitch. ENJOY!

Aegon somehow ended up working at the bar he would frequent as a frat boy before getting put on academic suspension. He's at risk of losing his job for drinking on the job and he's feeling all kinds of ways. Storming out into the back alley on his pre-last call break, he doesn't expect to find the shock of red hair stark against the rain soaked pavement. The girl is slouched next to the recycle bin like a ragdoll and his first thought it 'oh shit oh shit who got her?' because seeing what looks like a passed out girl in an alley behind a bar in a college town is so not great. And he goes to her and he can't tell if she's breathing but she lifts her head and he's going to pick her up and there are teeth in his neck what the fuck?

Somehow, Abby doesn't drain Aegon dry, and somehow, between the two of them, they get her into the backroom at the bar. It's a dead night anyway, everyone's mostly out of town and there's not much to do. He kicks out the last stragglers and then it's just the two of them. She got hurt from a hunter, she tells him, eyes so blue he worries he's being hypnotized but when he says it, she giggles and tells him she's not that kind of vampire, but her sire was. There's some of his blood smeared across her lower lip and Aegon never realized he had a blood kink before and now he totally does.

Abby has nowhere to go so he brings her home and makes sure the curtains are closed and she's still fucked up and they end up in bed together. Except Aegon's also fucked up from blood loss and the two of them curl up in bed together because he's so warm and she's so cool. Also his mom is threatening to cut off paying for his apartment, but Abby has plenty of money so it turns into this roommate situation and they haven't fucked yet, which is shocking for Aegon. Abby, on the other hand, keeps leaving the bathroom door cracked when she's showering and stealing his shirts.

It's three weeks and then a vampire hunter finds them and he's going to hurt Aegon because this douche thinks he's her thrall or something and Abby tears his heart out and there's a corpse on the floor and they really need to handle it but she ripped some dude's heart out to protect her and he was brandishing the dueling lightsaber he got for his birthday and they both look at each other and it's all over from there.

Mother says he should bring his girlfriend home to meet the family for Sevenmas and Aegon's like freaking out about this. His little brother, Daeron, has been asking him why Abby doesn't have social media, Helaena doesn't care, and Aemond is suspicious of everything. So they end up going to his parents for Christmas and even though she's like a hundred years old compared to him, she's nervous as fuck because she wants to make a good impression and when they head into the living room to meet, his mother's bodyguard/boyfriend is there (because Alicent is totally fucking Criston in this AU while Viserys wastes away) and Abby grabs Aegon's hand because that's the vampire hunter she got away from.

#oc: abrogail strong #misa tag #I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH #glad I turned it on its head #aegon x abby

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disgraceful-writings · 7 days

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Chapter 4

Prince Aemond hasn't been at the castle due to his brother's, the king, orders. Will it be worth lives?

Y/n lost herself when she lost her children. A part of her had been ripped and thrown into the wind. She didn’t care anymore. After returning to her chambers, she had the maid draw a bath.

They cared for her while she sat, blankly staring at the fire nearby. They scrubbed the blood off of her and washed her hair with the gentleness they would a child. Afterwards, she was dressed and put to bed in fresh sheets. When sleep caught up to her, she dreamed of her boys. Rhagar running through the gardens with the dragon toy Alicent gifted him. Aemon in her arms, cooing at the world around him with his eyes wide. She could stay like this forever and be happy. With the sun rising, she quietly cursed the gods for giving her this fate. A maid entered the room with freshly made food, attempting to coax the princess out of bed. She reluctantly agreed to as her stomach growled. While she ate, the girl brushed her hair, and they sat with only the morning birds speaking.

Aemond couldn’t sleep. He was the reason his boys were dead. He sat up all night staring at the blazing fire. If only he had told his brother no, he would be in the arms of his loving wife with their sons sleeping peacefully next to them. He would hold them close and never let go. Aemond had never cared for getting drunk, seeing what it did to his brother was enough deterrent. However, tonight, wine was the only substance that would be consumed. He thought of y/n. The dead look in her eyes she gave him earlier that day. He never wanted to see it again. He thought of Alys. A mistake he should’ve never made. He needs to tell his wife, plead for her forgiveness. But how could he? He is the reason for her turmoil, while she had done nothing but love and dote on him. He thinks back to their wedding night. How did she show him love when they only knew each other from paper?

His goblet, now empty, clanged against the rock floor. His hands covered his face as he sobbed. Feeling his eye patch, the same one she removed with such delicacy because she wanted all of him, he throws it onto the floor. Standing abruptly and almost losing his balance, a mirror against the wall has taken his attention. “I’m a monster”, he whispered. He stepped closer to the mirror. He yelled, “I’m a monster!” With his fist, he shattered the glass, cutting himself in the process. His doors opened quickly, “Get the maester”, his mother said to the guards while grabbing something to wrap his hand.

“Did any glass enter your hand?”

“No.” She sighed, moving him to sit.

“You smell like Aegon.”

“I’m a terrible person, mother.”

“Aemond-”

“No. No. I-I am the reason my sons are dead.” Tears begin to form in his eye. “And I have been a terrible husband.” At this confession, Alicent pauses wrapping his hand and looks at him. With a sob, he cries, “I have bedded another woman. Many times. She-she was there and-and I missed y/n so much. I never want to hurt y/n, I love her, but this woman. She entrapped me in a moment of weakness.”

“Does anyone know for certain that you have bedded this woman?” She continued to wrap his hand.

“No, I never told anyone, and I made sure after every time she wouldn’t either.”

“What is her name?”

“Alys. Alys Rivers.”

“Okay…no one will know. I will make certain.” She stood and kissed her son’s forehead.

The maester entered and looked over his hand. Thankfully, he didn’t need to be sewn back, nor did any glass embed itself in his skin. “Your grace, princess y/n is waiting for you”, the maester calmly said to the queen. She nodded and gestured to her son to follow. He did so silently and with his head down. When they entered her chambers, y/n was sat in front of the fireplace holding the dragon toy Alicent gifted Rhagar with a tear in her eyes.

“Why is he here? I told you I didn’t want him near me or my sons.”

“Aemond is still their father and deserves to be a part of their burial process.”

“No. They are my sons, not his. They may have his blood and features, but they have my blood and love. Something he stopped showing any of us after he left.” As she spat these words like venom on her tongue, Aemond stood stiff next to his mother. “They have never truly been his.”

“He is your husband-”

“Was. I don’t know who he is anymore.”

“He is still your husband in the eyes of the seven, and you have a duty to him to produce heirs.”

“You want heirs?” Y/n looks from Alicent to Aemond and stands to stride to him. “If you want an heir, fuck one into Alys Rivers.”

Aemond looked at his wife with a wide eye. “How did yo-”

“Like no one knows. You and her are the talk all over the kingdoms and how I am sat up here alone.” She begins crying from all the frustration she is finally letting out. “I have been a good wife to you. A great mother to our children. How could you? Was I not enough?”

“You are! I just-”

“You just what? Saw her and couldn’t help yourself?”

“I missed you too much! It was a moment of weakness!”

“Weakness? So we’ve finally found what weakens a dragon. You speak so highly of duty and what you’re doing for the crown, but you don’t have a clue what you’re doing. You’re still that scared little boy who got bullied by his brother and nephews over petty th-”

The harsh slap of a cheek could be heard in the room. It echoed through Aemond and y/n’s ears. Y/n didn’t look at him as she turned to leave. She hastily walked to her chambers and asked the maid to collect some wine. Sitting alone, sobbing, she didn’t hear the man walk behind her. A cold blade pressed against her neck, and soon she felt weak and cold, but somehow warm. Her body now slouched in the chair, she turns her head to the right and sees Rhagar. “Mhysa!” “My little dragon”, she calls to him with open arms. “I love you, Mhysa”, Rhagar clung to his mother like he had every night she protected him from the nightmare.

Aemond had stood still in his mother’s chambers. Just staring at his hand. “Why did I do that?”, he asked himself and looked up at his mother who had wide eyes. He turned quickly and ran to his wife’s chambers. Only, instead of finding his wife sobbing, he found a man with a freshly bloodied knife over her corpse. “Stop!”, he exclaimed, but it was too late. The man heard him and ran with the princess’s guards in tow. Aemond rushed to y/n, “Please, please, please, no. Not you too.” But all signs of life had vanished as he wept for her.

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theatriscribe · 5 months

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Lautity Week Prompt 1: First Meeting

Dusting off this old writing blog again, because I've been thinking about starkid and hatchetfield again ever since Nerdy Prudes Must Die came out. I wanted to write some stephgrace, so I'm glad this little event gave me a reason to. Not going to put this one on AO3 yet because I haven't had time to edit it, but I figured I'd at least post it here.

(In which Grace reconnects with an old friend in an unexpected way.)

((Content notes: Steph is trans here, and while she is not misgendered and her birth name is never stated, I wanted to mention it because it's a significant part of the fic.))

When Grace was in first grade, maybe about five or so, she didn’t know why the other kids didn’t want to play with her, and it made her feel lonely.

(When she got older, she still didn’t know why the other kids didn’t want to play with her, but she tried not to let it get to her as much.)

There was a little boy in her class, though, with scraggly brown hair and the deepest brown eyes she’d ever seen. He would play with her sometimes. He didn't seem to mind the fact that she didn’t read any books other than her illustrated children’s bible, or that she wasn’t allowed to use the internet, or that she didn’t know any of the cartoons the other kids watched.

He played with other kids, too, but sometimes he would come over and play with her, help her with daisy chains, offer to push her on the swing set. He didn’t know the bible stories, but he was willing to sit still and listen to her read them to him, which was a lot more than she got from other kids. Her parents told her he was the mayor’s kid, but that didn’t really matter much to Grace. She was just happy to have a friend.

She wasn’t his best friend, but he was the closest thing she had to one. Except Alice, but Alice was two years older than her, and they only got to see each other on Sundays, and if Grace was being honest, she was pretty sure she wasn’t Alice’s best friend either.

Throughout the rest of elementary school, they were never in the same class again, which meant they didn’t have the same recess. Grace made a habit of writing little notes, decorated with little flowers, folding them until they were small enough she could hide it between her chubby elementary school fingers, and tucking it in the knothole at the base of the playground stairs, the ones that led up to the tunnel.

She checked every recess for a response. She never got one, but the notes kept disappearing. She hoped that meant he was getting them. She had no way of knowing. Maybe one of the kids who giggled behind their hands when she talked about God was secretly taking them in order to show them to his friends to laugh at. But she liked to imagine her…friend? Classmate? Kid she played with? was reading them. She liked to imagine they made him smile.

Sometime around middle school, she had more or less given up on running into him again. And then she met Stephanie Lauter.

Before Stephanie had started wearing black lipstick and ripped jeans and rock band t-shirts that showed a hint of her stomach hanging out, she’d shown up to school in lacy white dresses and pink lip gloss and flowers in her hair.

Also, seeing her for the first time melted Grace’s brain. The most beautiful girl she’d ever seen walked briskly through the cafeteria and sat down about five lunch tables away, tucking her skirt beneath her as she did, and somehow Grace lost the ability to form words.

She tried and failed to get the courage to go over to the popular kids’ table to introduce herself. Eventually, she ended up catching Stacy as she got up to get a carton of chocolate milk.

“Who’s that?” she asked her. Stacy followed her gaze to look at Stephanie.

“That’s Stephanie Lauter. The mayor’s daughter.” Stacy looked at Grace quizzically. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, she’s just…” Grace didn’t think ‘makes me recite the dangers of worshipping idols to myself’ would be taken as a compliment, regardless of whether it was true or not. “She’s so beautiful.”

Stacy’s expression softened ever so slightly. “She is.”

“I guess… I just wanted to tell her that.”

Grace went back to her seat and carefully cut the apple she was eating into segments. Intent on her task, she didn’t notice Stephanie approaching until she was already standing over her.

“Thank you,” she said softly, which made Grace almost jump out of her skin.

“What?”

“Stacy said you told her I was beautiful. I thought it would be polite to say thank you, Grace.”

“How did you know my name?” Grace asked, which was exactly the wrong thing to say.

Now it was Stephanie’s turn to look nervous. “I’ve heard it around,” she said. “Can I sit with you?”

“Please,” Grace said, wincing at how eager she sounded.

They talked, and it felt oddly easy for someone she’d never met before. At least, it did until she ventured on the topic of the mayor’s other kid, but Grace felt like she owed it to him to at least ask.

“Did you ever have a brother who went to Hatchetfield High?” Grace asked. Stephanie choked on her cold pasta.

“Um, yeah. I had… have a brother who went to Hatchetfield. He was, uh, pretty dumb. Got held back a couple of grades. My dad had to transfer him to another school,” Stephanie said.

“Oh,” Grace said quietly. “Well, can you tell him that he was kind to me?”

Stephanie made a soft noise. “Of course. I’m sure he’ll appreciate that.”

It was when Grace was spending the night over at Steph’s house that she found it.

Over the course of the past two years, Steph had stopped wearing so many sundresses and switched to chokers and cropped tops, and some part of Grace honestly wished it made her think about Steph less, but of course it didn’t work that way.

So here she was, lying on Stephanie Lauter’s bed and trying not to think about how much it smelled like her perfume. She hadn’t been meaning to pry, honestly. But the pinboard was right at eye level, and when she looked at the large, loopy childish handwriting, she noticed the careful flower border around the edges.

When she was making those notes, she’d always taken care to draw the flowers as neatly as she could.

Grace carefully unpinned the note from the board and looked at it, but there was no mistaking it. She heard the bedroom door creak open and turned to see Stephanie, eyes wet.

“You told me your brother left for another school,” Grace said.

“I don’t have a brother,” Stephanie admitted, a few tears running down her cheek. “It was me, Grace.”

Grace didn’t move as Stephanie slowly approached her, palms up, like speaking to a cornered animal. “If you don’t want to be around me anymore, or if you’re scared of me, I’m not going to apologize. So please, Grace, if you’re going to be angry with me, please just-“

Grace cut her off by throwing her arms around her. Stephanie was still as stone in her embrace.

“I can’t believe,” Grace said, shoulders trembling with repressed sobs, “you’ve been caring for me all this time.”

Stephanie stepped back slightly, tilting Grace’s chin up and rubbing her thumb over her lips. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I’d stop.”

Their first kiss was messy and awkward and both of them were still crying and Grace couldn’t wait to try again.

#Hatchetfield #Stephgrace #Lautity

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ieggthots · 1 year

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Hear me out:

Twisted Alice with a S/o who was reincarnated into a version of Alice Angel from the ink but they changed their appearance to look more like themselves but still kinda look like Alice (like they cut their hair, maybe changed their outfit, maybe more-)

This one was interesting to do! Anything can be changed in imagination. Thank you for requesting this! Twisted Alice really doesn't get enough love.))

(Again you can change anything you want in ur mind , i.e gender, hair style, clothing, etc)

Twisted Alice x GN!Incarnate Reader

Alice as most know, is not one for "love", she despises the concept of love, even thinking about it alone makes her want to rip searchers to shreds. Ever since she was double crossed by Joey back in the 30's and sacrificed to the Machine, she swore off on loving anyone as her trust in new people was greatly diminished. She wouldn't even begin to think that anyone would love her, because of her face. One eye gouged out and part of her mouth ripped open like Mark Hoffman from Saw. That's why she has a conquest to be "beautiful".

But, something changed inside Alice when she first saw you.

At first she wanted to gut you for your insides to heal her face, as you were an incarnation of her, but that never happened. She was more than surprised when you gave her one thing that she has not experienced in a long time... that thing is kindness.

She questions you when you show her kindness, saying "Why, are you being so nice to me? I wanted to harvest your insides not even thirty seconds ago!" And you simply replied with,

"Even the most damned beings, deserve compassion and kindness."

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Alice was ready to breakdown into tears, crying was something she was not acquainted with so she held it back the best she could. She did try, but when she felt two arms encircle her in an embrace, the waterworks flowed from her eye and ripped sobs from her throat.

Sinking down to the ground, the fallen angel weeped in your arms as you held her tight, not willing to let any monster attack her as she was vulnerable. And so from then on, a relationship blossomed, Alice; the twisted angel, and an Alice incarnate by the name of F/N.

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~ Alice does her best to make sure you are comfortable being with her in a relationship, as her murderous habits still stick with her, she can't help that though.

~She cherishes you like you are a piece of fragile ruby, not letting you out of her sight and likes to he near you

~the poor woman is touch starved after not having much interaction for over the past 30-40+ years, so she likes to do anything to touch you. Whether that be holding your hand, brushing your leg with hers, bear hugging, etc.

~if the Ink Demon is to attempt to lay a finger on you, she chases him down with an axe, screaming to get away from her darlin'

~she loves it when you have your attention on her, it just makes her feel whole.

~when you are focusing on another task and haven't payed attention to Alice in awhile, she will rip you away from whatever you are doing, and will sit on your bed with you until you pay attention to her

~Alice loves sleeping next to you

~you keep her nightmares away at night, as all she can dream about next to you is pleasant dreams of you and her

(A mix of headcanons/the backstory how you met?? I could've done better but limited time because of school. Ciao for now! Hope you liked it!)

#bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #alice angel #alice angel x reader #twisted alice #alice angel incarnate reader #fluff #very mild angst if you squint enough

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magicalqueennightmare · 11 months

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Sins & Amends Chapter 29

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/ Warnings: Things are going good between you and Matt but a night out with Kenzie and Alice results in a run in with Billy

Matt told you more than once that the reason he had originally rented his place was because it was cheaper due to the billboard outside the living room window that would be considered a nuisance to anyone sighted. You could see the billboard being bothersome but you loved the large windows especially on a night like tonight.

You were sitting on his couch curled up under the blanket he normally kept folded on the back of it. You watched as lightning crackled across the sky and felt goosebumps on your arms every time it thundered. You could feel tears trying to build in your eyes as you watched the storm rage.

It didn't seem like too long ago that on a night like this you would be staying with Maria and the kids to help her with Lisa. Days went by that it seemed as if maybe you would find a way to not move on but learn to live with it then there were days that a surprise storm would roll in or you'd pass a little boy with brown hair and a crooked smile and it would feel like your heart had been ripped out your chest all over again.

Your heart ached for Frank too on nights like this. You had learned from Maria to let people in when you were in pain. Frank had never been capable of doing that. Billy could always get further past his armor than you could most of the time but that was the old Billy. The marine who Frank found as a young kid and took him under his wing. The man you'd fell in love with. Not the CEO you saw plastered on magazines and newspapers periodically.

You still thought about him often enough. You didn't feel guilty about it even when you would be curled up next to Matt while he was fast asleep. More than one night he had said Elektra's name in his sleep. You didn't hold it against him. He loved her the same way you loved Billy. The only thing was she had died in his arms choosing to be at his side even if it meant the end. You envied him the surety of knowing the one person who had ever truly claimed his heart had reciprocated the feelings.

"How did you get out of bed without waking me up?" Matt asked from the doorway leading into his bedroom. You glanced up to see him standing there with a small smile, his hair tousled from sleep and the sweatpants he'd worn to bed sitting low on his hips and couldn't help from a small smile slipping onto your face. "Very carefully" you answered hoping he hadn't heard you sniffling.

He walked over to you, yawning "Can I join you?" You scooted over enough he could sit on the couch next to you then put your bare legs across his lap and used the blanket to spread over both of you. He put one hand on your thigh and leaned his head back. For a moment you thought he'd fell back asleep until he said "Do you want to talk? I mean about anything. I'll listen. I know storms are hard for you and I can't believe I didn't wake up the first time it thundered" "They just bring a lot of memories. Since Lisa was old enough to know what a storm was she was afraid of thunder and that was saying something with that kid"

He half smiled "She was fearless like her aunt?" You laughed "Oh I'm far from fearless. The only reason I can get through moments that scare the hell out of me is remembering something Frank taught me that he learned in bootcamp" "Oh yeah what was that?" Matt asked, leaning his head over closer to yours. You reached a hand out to comb your fingers through his hair, feeling the small scar right at his hairline that came from when Frank had shot him. It was almost enough to distract you from the ache in your heart.

"Pissed off beats scared every time. Anger gets you through times when sadness, grief or anxiety won't. Sometimes you've got to tap into that" you blinked a few times just to clear your thoughts then continued "Lisa was.. god she was the perfect mixture of Maria and Frank. Dark brown hair that she refused to cut as soon as she got old enough, a smile that no one could ever see and not return. She was caring and warm like Maria and a fighter like Frank. The few times she got in trouble at school was getting involved when a younger kid was getting picked on. I have not a single doubt that little girl would've been the first female president if that's what she would've set her mind to"

Matt smiled softly as you spoke then asked "What was Frank Jr like?" You knew that was his way of getting you out your own head and knew in a way he'd picked it up from you because that's how you always got him, Karen or any of your friends talking for that matter. "Oh he was a little man through and through. He killed the spiders for mommy,Lisa and aunt Y/N and always helped Frank do any projects around the house when he was stateside. He was opinionated but if you'd known Maria and Frank like I did that wouldn't be a surprise. They were both so smart and amazing. They both were able to swim like fishes from the time they were five. Lisa loved dinosaurs and the aquarium was always a hit for them both. The day Maria had both of them I was holding her hand"

You felt tears start to well up in your eyes when you confessed "I was supposed to go with them that day Matt. Getting my heart broke saved my life but god there's been times I've wondered if I was supposed to be there. Maybe I could've helped them, could've done something"

He reached to pull you closer to him and you let him, moving to be straddling his lap more.You laid your head over on his bare chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He ran his hands across your back soothingly "When I felt guilt for Elektra what did you tell me?"

"That if you were supposed to die you would've, that the world still had need for you" you whispered but knew he heard you. He kissed the top of your head gently then said "and it's apparent the world still has use for you. You save people daily. I don't know Frank that well but you being safe was the main thing he worried about in his trial. I think that helped him keep some semblance of sanity. I didn't know Maria but from the way you talk about it's clear the two of you loved each other. I know it doesn't help but they knew you loved them and Frank knows if there was any way in your power that you could've saved them you would've"

"Thank you Matt" you spoke with your head against his chest. He nodded then yawned again "Do you want to try to go back to bed or want to just get comfortable out here?" You slowly climbed off his lap then grabbed his hand "C'mon Murdock. You've got court in the morning and my shift starts at nine"

He let you lead him into the room then climbed in bed after you. Once he was sure you were comfortable he slid his arm around your waist "This ok?" He always asked to make sure. You scooted further back a bit and felt him relax behind you "Go to sleep Matt. I'm ok. I promise" he leaned his head over to be resting between your shoulders and it wasn't long before his breathing evened out and you felt sleep start to tug at you.

Matt didn't kiss or touch you like Billy. You didn't feel the way you felt with Billy with him. You didn't think you'd ever feel that way again because a big part of your heart would always be filled with what ifs shaped like Billy but Matt was sweet and he was your friend and he cared about you beyond the confines of his bedroom.You didn't need anymore than that. Any more would only lead to more pain and you weren't sure where your breaking point was. You liked whatever was between you and Matt, it was simple.

You were trying to find your other boot among the mess of shoes in your closet floor and was close to giving up and just wearing your sneakers when you finally found it poking out from behind a duffle bag. You grabbed it and walked back out to your bed to slip it on, glancing at the time since you were supposed to meet Matt around one for lunch.

You were just going to grab your jacket out the closet when your phone started ringing. You checked and saw it was Alice so you answered it with a smile "Hello dear" "Hi honey!" She greeted. "What's up?" You asked gathering everything you needed and doing a double check to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. "Are you and Matt still coming out with me and Kenzie friday night?" She asked and you had to fight the urge to laugh considering she'd only reminded you of it every day for the past week "Yes dear. Unless some unforeseen horrible situation pops up we shall be there with bells on"

"Good. What are you up to today?" That was one thing you loved about your friendship with Alice, the two of you had been partners for years meaning you saw each other every day you worked yet you still at the very least spoke on the phone on your days off. "I am currently headed to the courthouse so I can get lunch with Matt and Foggy while they're on a break from this trial then I am going to help Curt with tonight's meeting then I'm meeting Matt later" "Sounds like a full day then. Have fun and call me later" "of course" you replied before both of you said goodbye.

You locked your apartment then headed downstairs.

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"We've got to get back Matt" Foggy said checking his watch as the three of you walked out the restaurant. Matt slid his arm around your waist "Around seven then?" "Yeah I'll just come to your place" you replied leaning up to place a quick kiss on his lips. "Ok ok none of that now" Foggy teased with a laugh so you winked at him "Well I'd kiss you but Marci may get upset Foggy" then told Matt "I'll see you later"

They headed back towards the courthouse so you checked to see what time it was. You still had a couple hours until Curtis' meeting. You decided to pop in the bulletin to see what Karen was up to then you could hit the flower shop down from there and take flowers by the cemetery on your way to the meeting.

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You walked into the bulletin and heard Ellison say your name. You turned with a smile and he shook his head "Sure I shouldn't just get you a name tag for here?" "Well if you insist. Can it just say like Karen Page's official shadow?" He cracked a smile then nodded towards her office "She's finishing up. Maybe you can drag her out before everyone leaves for the day"

You didn't bother knocking on her door and simply walked in. Her eyes flew up from the computer but she smiled when she saw it was you then turned her attention back to the screen "Hey Y/N" you sat down across the desk from her and returned the smile although she wasn't looking at you "Ellison said you're finishing up so you wanna come with me? I've got a few errands to run then I'm helping Curt set up for the meeting tonight" she glanced up then back down and finally nodded "Give me ten minutes?" "Take your time" you replied then headed for the coffee machine in the break room.

When she finally finished up she started gathering all her stuff so you walked back into her office and leaned against the door to wait. "What errands do you need to run?" She asked pulling her jacket on then grabbing her bag. "Flower shop, cemetery, bakery" you listed off and her eyes widened "Like Maria and the kids cemetery?" "Yeah why?" "Are you sure that's ok?" "With who?"

You were confused until it finally hit you she meant Frank. "Oh. Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" A smile slipped back onto her face when you said that then she nodded "Well in that case let's go"

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"Why daises and peonies?" Karen asked following you through the maze of headstones. "Daises are my favorite and peonies were Maria's then white carnations for the kids" "I never knew sunflowers were your favorite" you glanced over your shoulder and smiled "anything you wanna know about lil ol me feel free to ask. What's your favorite flower?" She bit her bottom lip then smiled "I never really thought about it? I guess white roses are pretty?" You nodded approvingly "I like white roses"

When you turned to walk up to Maria and the kids graves Karen hesitated then followed you. Her eyes skimmed across all the headstones hesitating on the one you and Curtis had installed for Frank. You knew it was her first time here and it was probably a little jarring so you gave her some space. You walked closer to Maria's headstone and hesitated when you saw there was a bouquet of daises and peonies already there.

They were a little wilted, looked to have been there a few days but it was a strange combination. Curtis would've bought red roses, Frank would've bought just peonies. As far as you knew you were the only person to know the significance of the two flowers together besides well...why would he bring daises when they represented you? You quickly brushed off the question when Karen asked "Did you bring those?" pointing to the other bouquet. You shook your head then knelt to add the new flowers "Wasn't me"

You offered the carnations to Karen to place on Lisa and Frank Jr's graves. "I don't feel like I should" she said but you reminded her "You've fought for answers the same way I have, you fought for their dad. C'mon it's just flowers" she finally took them and placed them then lightly touched each name. You stood and brushed off the knees of your jeans. "I love you three so much" you spoke softly and felt her move to put an arm around your shoulders. She didn't say anything just stood at your side until you smiled at her "Let's go. I gotta make a bakery run for the meeting"

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After the bakery run Karen headed home while you headed for the meeting hall. When you got there Curtis was already placing chairs so you started setting up the snack table.

After the meeting you stayed to help him clean up. "So how's things with you and Murdock?" He asked not so subtly. Frank had even asked you that the week before when you'd seen him. "Fine? I mean I'm not exactly picking out china patterns but it's good"

He nodded then continued hanging the chairs. "Saw Billy a few days ago" "He bring you the check?" You asked and Curtis laughed "Yes ma'am" you knew Billy paid the rent and utilities for the hall you were standing in. He paid for the supplies for the soup kitchen also. As far as you were concerned that was the least he could do.

"Don't got to ask how he's doing. I see articles once a month about Anvil" you muttered a little snappier than you meant to. Curtis just chuckled "He's an asshole sometimes but he is good at his work" "Yeah gotta give him that I guess" you agreed with a sigh.

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By the time you made it to Matt's you wanted nothing more than to go to bed but your stomach was demanding food. You slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment and knocked "It's open" he called out and when you walked in you were met with smells of your favorite dishes from the chinese place on the corner "Ok Matty, two questions" you said kicking your boots off by the door. He was standing at the sink and smiled "Ok?"

"How'd you know it was me and how'd you know I was hungry?" You asked walking over to kiss him on the cheek. He smiled "Your heartbeat for one. I know it pretty well by now and I was getting hungry so I figured you would be too" "My hero" you teased with a laugh.

When friday rolled around you were just finishing up your hair and makeup when your phone rang. You knew it was Matt so you grabbed it "I'm almost done. Want to come on up?" "Already on the elevator" he replied so you told him goodbye then hung up.

You didn't know what Alice had planned for tonight so you'd went as versatile as possible. You had on black jeans, knee high boots and a dark red top. You grabbed your jacket about the time you heard a knock on your door.

You grabbed your bag off the table then opened the door to find Matt standing on the other side "Ready to go?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "Of course" you said and smiled when he pulled you in for a kiss "Haven't got to do that in a few days" "Well I plan to stay at your place tonight so unless the other guy was headed out you can do that many more times" he smiled "I think he can stay in tonight"

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You walked into the restaurant Alice had told you to meet her at holding Matt's hand before you spotted her and Kenzie. "I see them" you told him then lead the way through the crowd.

When the two of you made it to the table they greeted you both with hugs then shared a look before Kenzie held out her left hand showing a beautiful diamond ring on a certain finger "You proposed?" You asked Alice who nodded "Oh my God!" You practically squealed pulling them both into a hug. Once you released them Matt congratulated them. "So I'm your best man, best woman, best whatever right?" You asked Alice with a smirk. She rolled her eyes "Down girl. We haven't started planning yet but you bet your ass when the day rolls around you'll be in it"

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After dinner you nor Alice wanted to call it a night so you all decided to head to a nearby bar to grab a few drinks. None of you had to work the next day and two of your best friends getting engaged was plenty enough reason to celebrate.

Alice was recalling a story from your early days as partners and you were hiding your face in Matt's shoulder because she'd just got to the embarrassing part "Jesus Matt please forget she said that!" You laughed and he pulled you closer to him "Sorry Y/N I think I'll have to tell Foggy that one too" "Matthew!" You hollered popping his shoulder playfully but couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of you.

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Billy didn't know exactly why he'd chosen that particular bar to walk into. He'd been in a late meeting with some asshole Senator who had pissed off a few too many people. He just needed a breather.

He knew he could have his pick of any woman in the place if he wanted but the moment he stepped in the door any other thought was chased out his mind when the sound of laughter hit his ears, your laughter. He could pick your voice out of a thousand others.

He glanced around then spotted you in a corner booth. Alice and Kenzie were on one side and you were on the other with that damn lawyer. Murdock Curt had said his name was Matt Murdock, the same guy who'd represented Frank in his trial now apparently had you in his bed.

He'd heard you were dating but to actually see it in front of him. You, with your head laid over on another man's shoulder, laughing and looking so damn happy. God it made him hate himself that much more. Everything in him wanted to storm across the bar and snatch you away from Murdock, he wanted to break every finger that was now caressing your neck gently. Both hands clenched into fists when you turned your head just enough to place a kiss onto his lips.

He'd very rarely felt such rage. Yeah he'd killed plenty of times but it was always a mission or something to keep Rawlins at bay. Now? He had to remind himself that you weren't his anymore. No matter how it felt he couldn't do anything about you being with someone else. Instead of retreating he headed to the bar, may as well get a drink.

Not long passed and he saw all of you gathering jackets and bags. You and Murdock were the first two out the booth and despite knowing he shouldn't he stood to purposely put himself in your path.

You weren't looking ahead. You were talking low to Murdock, whispering something in his ear then laughed but the moment you looked up and locked eyes with him you froze "Billy" "Y/N" he spoke your name eyes never leaving yours.

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You knew Matt could hear how hard your heart was pounding in your chest. You hated the effect Billy had on you still. "Y/N do you want to catch up?" He asked pulling his hand away but you quickly grabbed it "No. I don't"

Billy finally took his eyes off you to glance at Matt "You're Murdock right? You and Nelson represented Frankie" Matt nodded and offered his hand which Billy actually shook to a bit of your surprise "Yeah. I've heard a lot about you" Billy glanced at you as he said "Yeah same here. Thank Nelson for trying to help Frank for me will ya" "Of course" Matt replied.

You knew Matt was trying to be diplomatic but you could feel the tension rolling off all three of you. You and Billy had barely taken your eyes off each other. You were grateful when Kenzie and Alice walked up "Hey Russo. You annoying my partner?" Alice was trying to sound like she was joking but you knew she wasn't.

"Nope was just saying hey" Billy replied then turned his attention to Kenzie's left hand "That's a nice ring" she smiled and held her hand out "We're out celebrating that Alice proposed and we're just headed to another bar" you cut your eyes at her because all of you had just decided to head home but she gave you a just go with it look.

"Well congrats" Billy told them both then looked back at you. "I'll let you all get going"

You grabbed Matt's hand on one side and Alice's on the other then walked out without so much as a glance back. You knew your heart couldn't handle it.

"That should be my ring on Y/N's finger" was the only thought in Billy's head as he watched you walk away from him on another man's arm. How the fuck had his life ever got away from him to the point it was at?

@intothesoul

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#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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Heaven's Demons, Chapter 24

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: slight angst, cocky behavior, smut, unprotected sex

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at Barbers, knowing that while the bar was currently closed, there was always a few guys in the storefront, and that the club operated out of the back, and had their headquarters there. From her spot alone she could see Sweetie at the bar with one of the club members sitting down with his old lady.

She was hesitant to knock on the door, so she walked right in, knowing that if she had he chance to wait for someone to answer and wave her in, she would undoubtedly run away.

And she was met with a smile from behind the bar. Sweetie’s warmth was enough to partially settle her frayed nerves; the woman who was a little bit younger than herself making her feel at home, “hey hellcat…what are you doing here, honey? I didn’t think Alice was still here?”

“H-hey Sweetie…is Jo-“

“Well, well, well,” a husky voice added in, cutting her off. She turned to see Jake wearing a cocky grin and a loud colored shirt as he came around the corner with a bucket of ice for the bar. She frowned as he dumped the ice in the cooler and leaned on the bar and shot her a wink, “back for more already?”

Her heart dropped into her stomach, and she cringed, thinking about what she’d been told about him. She looked over to Sweetie, who visibly deflated and turned her attention to the couple at the bar; already going to pull another beer for Pixie and Fonzie.

“I actually was looking for Johnny…”

Sweetie’s eyes shot to hers as she slid the glass across the top. Her eyes lit up and she smiled once again, “really?”

Hellcat bit her lip and nodded. She nervously tucked some hair behind her ear, “he uh-I just wanted to say thank you to him for the flowers…that-he uh…uhm sent.”

Sweetie smiled, “Johnny-he’s a good guy…”

“We can take you to him,” Pixie said quickly, nudging her old man. Fonzie nodded, making sure to shoot Jake a glare before turning towards Hellcat, “he doesn’t have a room in here because he’s still a prospect…but he’s got a little trailer out back.”

“Come on, kid…we’ll take you!” Fonzie agreed, hopping off the bar stool. He and Pixie were quick to lead Hellcat away, leaving Sweetie to glare at Jake, “sorry about Gearz…he’s a bit…”

“Of a dick,” Pixie finished for him, shooting her old man a look, “ever since the whole fiasco with Johnny’s ex hooking up with him, and that trashy slut trying to fuck Sweetie over and get her fired it’s been a shitshow between the two of them.”

Hellcat frowned, knowing that she’d been a part of it. But she didn’t want to ask questions and make things tense, especially when Sweetie and the other guys were nice to her. So instead of answering, she simply followed the couple back through the dorms, and out the back of the shop, to a fenced off section which held a space for deliveries, a few vehicles, and a trailer off in he corner.

“Pretty boy’s been staying in there since he started prospecting with us…he doesn’t go out much unless it’s club business so he should be there.”

“Th-thanks.”

Fonzie and Pixie gave her a soft look before returning inside. Hellcat’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at the trailer, her heart beginning to race.

This felt worse than her decision to just walk into Barbers. She had less than twenty five feet between herself and the door to Johnny’s trailer, and yet it felt like miles. She felt an anxious hole ripping its way through her stomach.

What would she say to him?

What would sh-

“Hellcat?”

Her eyes shot to the door of the trailer.

Johnny stood there, a curious look on his face. Her heart began thudding even louder, and it felt like the noise was creating a rushing sound in her ears; as though she could hear her own blood pumping in her body.

“J-Johnny…”

“What are you doing here?”

“I-I just…”

But the words failed her, and so did her steps. She stopped walking forward, unsure of how to word anything. Johnny stepped outside on the last step as he held the door open for her. She felt like she was going to pass out. Her eyes trailed down the shirtless expanse of his chest. He was firm and muscular. Hair dotted his pecs and ran a solid line down the center of his torso. She felt like she was salivating as his happy trail dove down beneath the low hanging jeans.

“Do you want to come in?”

She nodded, walking the remaining distance until she was nearly tripping up the steps of the trailer. The door closed with a soft click behind her, and she felt his body’s warmth firmly behind her own. Her breath hitched in her throat as she turned around.

They were inches apart.

She gave a shaky breath, and it was like Johnny was a statue. His eyes searched hers for any reason to why she’d be there.

“I-thank you…for the flowers.”

The smallest of smiles fell on the corners of his lips, making her heart feel like she was on fire; every nerve igniting under his gaze. He couldn’t believe that she’d accepted them in the first place but was showing up days later to thank him for them. His heart warmed even more as he looked at her.

“You liked them?”

She nodded.

Her eyes fell to his perfectly plump bottom lip. It curved a little bit more into a smile. Her cheeks heated up as she looked back into his eyes.

“You’re welcome, hellcat…” he whispered softly, “for the flowers.”

“Y-yeah…”

“D-did you want something to drink?” Johnny asked after a moment. He hadn’t normally had a problem when it came to talking to women, but his heart raced at the thought alone of her, let alone talking to her, “I ca-

But his words were cut off when her lips collided with his.

Johnny’s eyes shut on instinct, his large hands wrapping around her thin waist. Her hands ran through his short, fluffy hair, tugging on whatever strands they could. He gasped, moaning when she bit down lightly on his bottom lip.

The sexual energy in the room was more than palpable. They could both taste it on the other’s tongues as they fought for dominance.

Johnny scooped her up, immediately spreading her legs and sitting her on top of the small table nook. His thick thighs slotted between her own and she grinded down against his already hardening crotch the best she could; her thin panties and his heavy denim the only barrier between them as the skirt of her dress was already needily pushed up around her hips by Johnny.

He groaned, leaning her back against the table. Her nails scratched lightly down his chest as he pushed himself even more between her thighs and bucked his hips. She gasped, feeling the already full and heavy erection straining against his jeans.

“Johnny…” she whimpered, her fingers trying desperately to undo his jeans. He moaned when her lips broke away from his and she began kissing a line up his jaw, stopping only to nibble on his ear and suck the lobe between her lips.

His hips bucked on instinct as she nibbled on him a little more, his lips parting ever so slightly. He heard the popping of the button on his jeans, and her hands pushed his denim over his ass and down his thighs, pulling his boxers with them.

“Hellcat…”

“Take me, Johnny,” she moaned needily. Johnny growled, his hand reaching for her panties. He tore them away like tissue paper, groaning even more when his fingers went back to her core to find it soaked, “a-all for you…all for you, Johnny.”

“All mine,” he moaned in response. His fingers dipped into her, and her channel clenched around the digits, already pulsating from the need alone, “god, hellcat…so tight.”

“Need you,” she whimpered against his ear, tugging the lobe gently between her teeth, “need to feel you.”

Chapter 25

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writingsofwesteros · 9 days

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Imagine a targaryen princess (daughter of daemon and rhaenyra) who was kidnapped as a child and raised by the dothroki but recently came to live in the castle.

The first day shes there she discovers that they have incest relationships and is like: "you can do that?"

And she gets so curious that she just bed everyone when she feels like it.

First it was jacaerys: in the silence of the night, she woke him up by sucking him dry and riding him into oblivion.

Next was baela: they were spending time reading when reader started to touch her legs and mutual fingering soon followed (hidden from the eyes of everyone because they are in public)

Then she pulled the big guns:

She went to daemon next: she asked for a dragon ride in caraxes and while in the hair behind him she starts licking his ear and neck and giving him a handjob before he gets frustrated and land on a random island and fucks her on the sand.

Rhaenyra turn came when she was having pain in her breasts because of a the babe and she sucks her breasts dry and follows that up by eating her cunt.

Sometimes she goes to her parents bedroom just because she cant sleep and wants them to tire her out.

BONUS: when alicent comes to visit dragonstone, the reader gets curious because ali dresses so modest. "Do you even have hair under there?"she lifts up her skirt. But she gets to play with alicent when she goes to kings landing and grabs ali's hips for her to ride her tigh, right next to sick viserys.

I HAD TO SHARE IM SORY FOR THE RANT.

She has no shame and we are here for it !

Jace is completely shocked; but the intense pleasure is too much and the glorious sight of her bouncing on top has him cumming sooner rather than later.

Oh they shared such messy kisses in the shadows whilst the obscene wet sounds were thankfully drowned out. Baela was soon shaking against her as her orgasm ripped through.

Her hand slowly moved into his pants as Daemon forced himself to calm; but the feel of her soft hand stroking him without care.

Rhaenyra's hand moved through her soft locks whilst falling apart at her touch. She had no shame and would take her pretty mother again and again.

She has to put her hand over Ali's mouth as she's so loud and sensitive, its actually adorable but the King is still in the room. It does not stop her from tugging on the Queen's dress and watching her breasts bounce free

#hot thots

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bramblequill · 2 years

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No More Running: Chapter 6 - I Never Cry

TW! Talking of Suicide and Sexual Abuse (Not Graphically)

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Eddie hadn't really had a crush per-say since seeing Lita Ford strap on a glossy black B.C. Rich just like his one and only Sweetheart. Her music wasn't really what he'd let anyone know he liked. A guilty pleasure he indulged in on the rare occasions he actually decided to clean his room. Like... actually clean it. All that being said being said because when he saw you step out of your trailer that morning... the sun barely peeking above the horizon, casting a golden glow across sparkling grass, he felt like the air had been knocked out of his very lungs.

Of course, he had seen that you were pretty the night before, but you had been so distraught he hadn't even dared to see you in THAT light. But now, here you were looking like a goddamn goddess as you bounced your way down the wooden steps and towards his van. You were completely covered and yet your clothes hung to your form in a way that just left bare minimum to the imagination. The exception being the jacket... THAT jacket that he'd seen you wearing the first time he saw you. Much like his favorite vest your jacket was a dark blue denim, faded in areas to a pale blue. Various band patches and artwork littered across the distressed fabric.

Underneath it you were dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, much like his own – fishnets stockings could be seen at the knees. Your top was a simple black t-shirt that had been shredded along the right hip and tied into little knots, allowing the fabric to pull tight against your skin, hugging your curves. Your hair was loose and wild across your shoulders, raven waves of soft curls. You wore a bare amount of eyeliner, and that was it. Picking his jaw up off of the ground he quickly opened the passenger door and held out his hand to help you in. He was always chivalrous in ways he could be. His Uncle had taught him that.

“Good morning Dio! You look nice today.” he said grinning ear to ear

“Thanks. Morning Eddie.” you smiled shyly as you slipped into the torn leather seat, stuffing your backpack on the van floor. He was suddenly glad that he had woken a little bit earlier to clean out the van a bit. It certainly would have been embarrassing to have you slide in and see the array of snack trash from 3 am munchie runs. Sometimes when he wouldn't sleep, he'd take his stash and grab some snacks and drive out to “Lover's Lake” and just sit, smoke, eat and try to let his mind slip away.

“You can pick a tape if you want, I may have something in there you'd like judging off your jacket. It's bad ass by the way... did you paint it yourself?” he popped open the glove compartment where all his tapes were housed and then leaned against the frame of the van awaiting your answer.

He watched as you plucked an Alice Cooper cassette from the glove box, turning it over in your hands and inspecting the song list. Uh oh. A woman after his own heart.

“Yeah, it took a pretty dammed long time to get it just right too. Is this, okay?” you held the cassette up Goes to Hell

“Shit yeah! That's one of my favorites!” he closed your door and quickly ran to the other side, hopping up and in and quickly turned it over, taking the cassette from you and sliding it into the radio he turned the tunes up only about half what he normally would so as not to make you feel like he didn't want to talk to you.

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Most of the ride had been fairly quiet minus the tape. He had noticed you tapping your fingers along and he had started playing air guitar for you anytime you guys would come to a stop sign which made you giggle. He had so many things he wanted to ask you about, but he just didn't want to make you uncomfortable or potentially bring up something unpleasant, especially so early in the morning. He had asked about who your teachers were and invited you to sit with them at lunch. You two had talked about the art on your jacket a little more.

He had learned that your mother was a brilliant artist. No doubt where you got the talent. He had learned that your favorite band of all time was Scorpions, but W.A.S.P. was a close second. He had learned that you wanted to learn how to play guitar like Lita Ford. That one had made his heart literally skip a beat, and he could have run off of the road right then and there picturing you holding his warlock in your hands, absolutely making love to the fret boards, hair wild as you head banged along to your own tunes. "Shit." He felt like he was losing his goddamned mind. He definitely wanted to make sure that happened.

You were quickly becoming a hyper-fixation and that was a problem. He barely knew you; you barely knew him. You were new and just needed friends. You didn't need some repeat senior being horny for you. You didn't need him dragging down your reputation. He knew you'd get labeled as a freak automatically by hanging around with him and the Hellfire misfits, but he also knew that you were going to get it anyways simply because you didn't dress like Molly Ringwald... so why not protect you however he could.

And God, that was brain rot. He wanted to protect you, more than anything else. You clearly had so much bad going on in your life, and with everything he had been through because of this shit show town, he knew what that was like. Even if the situations were so very different. Ever since last night when he'd found you in the woods a fire had sparked within him unlike any other, he'd ever experienced. He wanted to ask about last night too. He really wanted to make sure you were okay... but that he knew would have to wait for another time.

He had planned on you two arriving a little bit early, but not a whole ass 20 minutes early. Not that he minded, it just meant more time to spend with you right? He had come to the conclusion that even if nothing ever happened between you two, he definitely wanted to be your friend. Not entirely sure he deserved it, but he hoped for it.

“So, I play in a band. Guitar and Vocals” Eddie was drumming at the steering console “You should definitely come see us play next Tuesday, if you can I mean” he added now rubbing his face nervously “And uh... if you want a private show sometime, I'd be happy to play for you.”

You were staring at him and shit it made him nervous. He could feel his face turning into a tomato and he quickly pulled some of his wild mane in front of his face to help hide it, hoping you hadn't noticed. The grin he had been wearing since he picked you up hadn't slipped a single bit.

“Eddie are you asking the new girl out on a date?” your voice held no humor

A lump formed in Eddie's throat that he quickly tried to swallow down.

“Uh... well no... no not really? I uhh... just thought you'd like our music and would like to get out and see...”

You busted out laughing then, face absolutely alight with glee. “Chill Sunshine, I'm just teasing you. God your face... I need to add that to the list of things to do more often.”

Eddie nervously flicked his tongue across his lower lip before drawing it between his teeth and chewing. A habit he had been trying to break since his early teen days. He forced a chuckle, trying to not show how he'd been holding his breath just a moment ago, mind racing a thousand times a minute as he tried to figure out a way to respond that wouldn't scare you off but also ruin any future potential that could be built. He was attracted to you yes, but he also didn't think he deserved you, so he didn't have any plans to pursue you...but he also didn't want that completely taken off the table either.

A loud knock interrupted any further thought processes or conversations that could take place and sent both of you jumping out of your skins. Eddie spun around to see who the fuck..

“HENDERSON GOD DAMMIT! JESUS H. CHRIST!!” Eddie opened his van door, knowing there was no point in even trying to ignore the curly top.

The freshman stood there grinning ear to ear “GOOD MORNING!!! Are you gonna get out of your van and actually come to school today? Or... just sit there and... oh... hi?” He had spotted you.

Eddie groaned. He knew questions were going to FLY once you were out of sight. Even though he'd had a few hookups over his high school career, he'd never had an actual girlfriend. He had tried once and thought that he had found the girl of his dreams... but as it turns out, of course, she was just dared to date him.

She just wanted to see what kind of shit show his home was and if he actually was a Satan worshiping freak. Fucking Jason Carver had put her up to it. Paid her even. Yep, there was a name he wouldn't soon miss. He felt bad for Jason's family and even had turned up to pay his respects at the funeral (which also had been a mistake), but he couldn't help but be glad that that blonde fuck was gone.

Eddie sprung from the driver's seat, holding up his finger indicating Dustin to wait as he ran to the other side of the van to hurry and open your door for you, offering his hand to help. Dustin of course followed behind.

“This is Ronnie, she just moved in across from me. Be nice Henderson, or I'll make sure you don't get any good loot until I'm long gone from Hellfire.”

You flashed the freshman a smile “Hey.”

Dustin smiled back; he did that whenever he could now that his teeth had fully come in. It was a smile that conveyed kindness sure, but also absolute mischief. Eddie felt that little ball tightens up in his stomach again. “Please don't embarrass me Henderson.” Eddie thought to himself

“Hey! It's nice to actually met you! We saw you the other day on the road. Cool jacket by the way.” The warning bell rang.

“Shit. I better get to class. Okay. I'll see you at lunch!? Nice to meet you, Dustin!” Eddie watched as you rushed away from them, slinging your backpack over one shoulder.

Dustin slapped Eddie on the shoulder “Dude. Crushing on the new girl? Already?”

Eddie snapped his head around “Shut it Henderson” he growled, rubbing his face and wrapping an arm around himself in a hug. “Get to class.”

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The day had been uneventful, same shit just a different day. Lunch was here and Eddie squatted in his chair, lunch pail completely untouched as he scanned the lunchroom waiting for you to appear. “Finally! He stood up from his seat so you'd see him, not that you could have missed him with the way he was frantically waving.

“Hey Eds, Hey Dustin. Hello guys.” you smiled at the table

“Hey! About time you joined us. I was starting to think you were ditching without me.” Eddie grinned

“Nah Munson, we'll do that after lunch? Unless you got tests today?” you were staring straight at him, the weight of your gaze melting Eddie into a puddle in his chair

“Nope, no tests... I'm free as a bird.” Eddie stretched back in his chair extending his arms outwards and making wing gestures

You rolled those beautiful chocolate orbs at him, but grinned and laughed “It's a date then.” Eddies heart could have stopped. He knew you hadn't meant it, there was no way but...

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Lunch had gone off without a hitch and now the two of you were stealing down the halls leading out the side doors that next to no one used. The ones that led into the field that led into the back woods. You had made a pit stop at your locker, snatched your bag and the two of you ran, giggling. Eddie chased you across the football field and into the trees, laughing at you as you stumbled over branches in the unfamiliar terrain. He quickly pulled ahead of you and took the reins of leading, extending his elbow for you to loop yours through.

Now you sit side by side on top of the old rickety picnic table. You had been quiet for the past few moments, and it was starting to make Eddie a little worried. He kept stealing glances your way only to find you staring at your shoes or picking at your fingers or staring upwards at the trees.

“Alright Sweetheart, you, okay?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence "You went from giggles and a good time to... well I don't know. You're worrying me though."

“Yeah... I'm sorry. I was just thinking about last night.” Your voice barely above a whisper... there went cuticle picking again.

He had figured as much. “Hey. You have nothing to apologize for. Honestly, I've been thinking about last night too. I know it must have been embarrassing to be found in such a … vulnerable state by a complete stranger... but thank you for trusting me to be there for you.” Eddie nudged his shoulder against yours gently

“It felt really good to get that shit off of my chest... and it felt like since I didn't know you, it wouldn't hurt as bad if I scared you off with my crazy problems.” you were rubbing your hands over the arm that you had been cutting on; clearly a subconscious movement.

“Listen Sweetheart, we all have problems. I'm absolutely the last person to judge how someone handles everything they're going through. Truth be told, I've been through my fair share of shit... if I told you everything you probably wouldn't even believe half of it because it's so goddamn wild.”

“Me too. Eddie it's been so much. I don't know how the fuck I'm still here sometimes. I can't remember a time when I didn't cut myself up. I don't really understand why I do it, I just know that it helps me feel not so out of sync with my own life. I'm not proud of its Eddie. I wish I could stop, but sometimes my brain just goes on these high-speed train rides, and I can't find a station to get off at. Sometimes I'm a stranger in my own dammed head. I don't know why I'm telling you all of this, or told you all of that last night but... I think I'm glad that I just found someone that I CAN talk to. I've never had friends... not really.” It pained Eddie deeply to hear the sadness tinging your voice as your vocals shook. He knew you were trying not to cry. He slid off of the picnic table and sat on the bench to the side, pulling on the cuff of your jeans to indicate you to turn so he could meet your gaze.

“Listen to me pretty girl, are you listening?”

You simply nodded your head, moving one of your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your leg, hugging yourself. Eddie really wanted to be the one to hug you in that moment, but he resisted, controlling himself. You needed to talk right now. That much was definitely clear.

“You can always talk to me. I promise I will always answer for you. My door. My window. My phone. Whatever you need, even when we're both long gone out of this shithole town. You don't know me well yet yeah sure, but I'm a man of my word, ask my friends. I'm not going anywhere, and I most certainly won't judge you for anything you tell me. If it helps, I'll even tell you some of the fucked-up shit about myself, not that I'm interesting at all. But we are friends now Dio. You're amazing from what I can tell so far. So incredibly smart, beautiful, and have a wicked sense of humor AND taste in music? Hello! You are stuck with me. Promise.” Eddie had braved and let himself rest his hand on the toe of your shoe.

As his eyes met yours, he hoped that you saw the absolute sincerity burning them bright. He meant it even more as he watched the tears start falling freely from yours. He didn't know why. He just knew that he would walk through the upside down again for you if that's what it took (and fuck he really didn't want to go there again.)

You quickly wiped your tears away and moving your hands so you could rest your chin on one palm, the other hand wrapping back around yourself as you nodded at him. Eyes still shining but no longer crying. “Can I tell you something? I've never told anyone this before.”

Eddie nodded “Of course you can Angel. I'd be happy to help carry your secret burdens.”

“Eddie, before we moved here. I tried to end it. I tried to end it all. I'd never gotten that far gone before but it was so fucking bad Eddie. He... he hurts me. My dad. I know you saw them. But that was the worst it's ever been. Eddie he... he...” he watched as fear gripped his chest and your head fell forward. You were using your hair as a curtain to hide from the world, hide from him. He knew that move very well as sometimes he did it too. “He raped me.” There it was. Ice hit his gut and flowed through every vein in his body. Eddie didn't even trust his voice in that moment, so he just put both hands on your shoes now. Not wanting to encroach your personal bubble but also wanting you to know he was still supporting you. He was still listening. The ice quickly turned to fiery anger, but he kept it pushed down. You had returned to wracking sobs. He waited for a moment, just rubbing his thumbs over your shoes, fingers wrapping a bit to touch your ankles

“Your father?” he asked simply... you nodded

“Yes. He's touched me before... when I was little, but I didn't know better than... but he was drunk... it wasn't him. It wasn't his fault.” your voice was so small. God. Eddie was so fucking angry. He wanted to go there now and just … just Vecna him. He felt sick. So very sick.

“Angel I'm so sorry...but it was completely his fault. Alcohol or not. That's not something fathers do...I mean I only had Wayne but... you didn't deserve that, and you did NOTHING wrong. Only He did.” He was trying to be careful with his words... he didn't want to upset you further but the anger he felt was also tinged with that familiar ball of anxiety. He didn't know how to handle this. He'd never had to before... he was doing his best and he hoped that it was just enough.

“I can't remember a time when I didn't want to be here anymore. I first noticed it when I was like...9... after the first time... but when you grow up constantly wishing for death, it just kind of becomes a common comfort in the back of your mind. You think of all the ways it could happen, what you could do to help it. You have moments where your fine and as happy as your broken brain lets you but then you'll slip and suddenly everything's dark again and you can't breathe. God you can't catch a breath. You try and try, and crying doesn't help, cutting doesn't satisfy. It hurts so bad you just wish for it to stop. But you're a coward. You can't end it. You're not brave enough... but you also can't begin to let yourself dream of the future. You just kind of resign yourself to a fate shrouded in darkness.” You were staring off into the trees, the crying had stopped but your voice was just kind of hollow as you spoke.

Eddie just sat quietly listening, he'd felt a little bit of that. He'd always struggled with anxiety and abandonment. He'd always wondered what he'd done wrong to make it, so his parents left him the ways they did. He knew his mom was sick... addiction was a sickness... but his dad... his father just didn't want to be a part of his life. He got it, as best as he could... but his trauma was nothing to yours. He stood up from his seat below you which drew your eyes back to him, snapping you back to the moment. He sat back up on the table beside you but turned towards you. You turned towards him as well.

“You were never part of my life plan Eddie. Dustin wasn't, Gareth, Jeff, Mike or Will. None of them. You have been so kind to me... you're incredible Eds. For the first time in my life, I think... this morning I woke up excited for the day. It's so fucking stupid because I literally JUST met you last night... but already you've given me so much more than I could ever ask for. That's so stupid and cheesy I know but I'm so thankful.”

“Doll, stop. It's not stupid. I'm happy to make you happy and I know my guys are too. Faces as pretty as yours shouldn't be streaked in tears all the time. Besides. It's not like you're proposing... now that would be too soon” he nudges at your shoulder lightly, trying to make you smile. It worked. It's small but you do smile, just a little bit. It barely travels to your eyes, but he'll take it.

“Can I hug you?” he asked

Your tiny smile turned into a larger one, and this one met your eyes making them shine like two amber stones lit with sunshine from within. “Yeah. Sure.”

He slid closer and wrapped his arms around your upper torso, smashing his face into your hair and yours into his shoulder. He felt your arms surround him back and he felt you relax in his arms.

That was the best feeling... feeling you physically just let go and surrender your pain into that healing circle. He reached a hand up and started petting the length of your long raven locks, humming a soft quiet tune that he hoped you wouldn't be able to pinpoint. He was trying not to think too hard in that moment on how soft it was under his fingers... or how you smelt like cinnamon and vanilla... or how perfectly you felt in his arms. “Too soon.” he silently told himself knowing full well that if this kept up... he was in trouble.

“Thank you, Eds.,” you whispered softly

“You don't have to thank me. I told you Babe. Absolutely any time. I have you.”

Next Chapter: Chapter 7

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