#and so because she's hiding that she's a woman and because she's the crown prince known as cold this is extraordinary

[neptuneiris]

for the crown (02/03)

and then suddenly i cared even less, too broken to stay.

pairing: prince!aemond × lowborn!reader

summary: you gave yourself to him, you love him, he said that despite your low status at court, he will still marry you, because you are his, the woman who was his friend since childhood, until the war comes.

word count: 8.6k

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and here I am again, realizing that I can't anticipate that it will be two parts only, because if I leave it at two, the chapter will be extremely long, so there will be part 3 haha. thank you for reading, enjoy!🥰

warnings: sex content, angst, denigration, abusive behavior, possessiveness, infidelity, betrayal.

If Aemond thought he would have a perfect escape with you after he decided to take you with him to Harrenhal as well, he was wrong.

With only a few dresses, a few pairs of shoes and your night gown, you emerge from your chamber holding Aemond's hand, both of you having a firm grip on each other, ready to march to DragonPit and eventually fly to Harrenhal.

With the entire Prince Regent's army ready to listen to Sr. Criston Cole's command upon seeing Aemond's signal in the skies, your prince is interrupted in the middle of his action as he is basically stealing you away by his mother, his grandsire and also your father right at the gates to leave the Keep.

Your father watches you completely surprised, ready and willing to leave with the prince, while the Queen Dowager and Otto Hightower watch Aemond completely confused and alert.

Also both watching you basically not understanding anything.

"Aemond, what is the meaning of this?"

"What are you doing?"

His mother and grandsire instantly inquire, clearly disapproving of this madness, but Aemond couldn't care less, watching the three of them indifferently.

While you start to worry and basically hide behind him, not letting go of his hand.

"Y/N?"

Your father calls you softly, confused and uncomprehending, looking for your gaze.

But when you look back at him, he knows you've already made your choice, so he begins to get more alert and seriously worried.

"What are you doing?"

But you don't answer him, you can't.

Sorrowful, you seek more reassurance and support from Aemond, basically leaning closer to him, holding his hand a little tighter, revealing your nerves and your fear at having been discovered.

This Aemond notices instantly and stands in front of you with a determined and firm stance without letting go of your hand, facing this alone knowing that none of the three of them stand a chance against him.

"Y/N, come, please," your father pleads as he sees worried the prince's behavior, raising one of his hands in your direction.

"She will do no such thing, my Lord."

Aemond finally speaks, drawing the attention of the three of them as well as yours, watching him over his shoulder,

"Lady Y/N will come with me to Harrenhal. In fact we must leave now and this is not up for discussion," he makes it clear almost threateningly.

Your father immediately exchanges glances with the Queen, more than concerned and demanding that something be done about it, but the Queen Dowager also continues to stare at her son completely confused and as if she does not recognize him.

"Aemond, you can't do this," she tells him gently wanting to talk some sense into him.

"Have you forgotten about your betrothed? Lady Baratheon?" his grandsire inquires him seriously, "Her father is fully supporting you in this because of that betrothal. And when Lord Borros finds out you are enjoying the company of another woman he will not be very pleased and will call off his men."

"And that won't be very wise of him," he says completely disinterested, "It would be unwise for Lord Borros to no longer give me his support if he doesn't want all of Storm's End to burn."

"That's not how things work, Aemond," his mother tells him worriedly, watching him intently.

"I think that's exactly how things work, mother," he tells her in a more serious tone, "After all, I'm not breaking off the betrothal and eventually I'll have to marry his daughter or not?"

This immediately gets your attention, but right after Aemond says those words, he lightly squeezes your hand with his, as a signal.

He has told you that when the war is over, he will marry you and that he promised you. He's not meaning all this now, it's just a way for the two of you to finally leave.

"Aemond, you still can't do this, you're betrothed," she insists.

"And what about Lady Y/N?" his grandsire points out to him, "According to the news, she is also betrothed."

"I don't care. She's coming with me whether you like it or not," he says as a final word.

"My prince…"

Hour father quickly steps forward to speak, worried and almost anguished.

"I beg you not to do this, you cannot take her away, please," he begs, "Lord Hand is right, she is also betrothed. If you take her now her betrothed will not be pleased and will put her maidenhead in question. Because of this my daughter will probably not be able to find a good husband in the future."

His words and behavior makes you feel sorry for your father, as he is right. Basically Aemond will ruin you for all men by taking you away, that action already speaking for itself, as the two of you share a more intimate relationship.

What your father and his family don't know is that he has basically already ruined you by claiming your maidenhead. But of course neither Aemond nor you will say it out loud.

"Don't worry, my Lord," he tells him still disinterested, "I'm sure by the end of all this, you and I will come to a generous agreement for my indiscretion."

Still, this does not reassure your father at all.

"B-but, please my prince, you c-can't…" he begins to speak nervously, looking at you pleadingly, "You can't take her away, please. I have already come to an agreement with her betrothed, they'll be waiting for her to discuss the wedding, please—

"I've told you not to worry, Lord Y/L/N," Aemond tells him again seriously and annoyed.

"But…

"You dare to question your prince's order?"

Aemond inquires him instantly, watching him serious, threatening and expectant, while your father purses his lips into a thin line as Aemond continues to threaten him with his gaze, then looks at his mother and grandsire in the same manner.

"You are also against my own word?"

"Aemond, please," his mother pleads with him as well.

"Don't be a fool, Aemond. Enough of this nonsense," his grandsire tells him seriously, "You are making a big mistake that will cost you the battle if you lose soldiers."

"That will be my problem, not yours," he tells her in the same manner as he does, ready to resume his journey again, "Besides we are not going to lose anything and I advise you not to question me anymore, any of the three of you," he warns them.

These are the final words of Prince Aemond, the Prince Regent, the one who currently holds the crown and carries the weight of the entire Realm on his shoulders, with his other hand he takes your waist and begins to lead the two of you on your way out of the Keep.

The only thing you can feel at that moment as you walk away is the worried and anguished look on your father's face, while you feel sorry for him.

However, you don't want to marry this Lord Beesbury, you don't even know him and you know that your father blindly gave your hand in marriage.

But what you didn't expect is that you would have to walk away from your father, leaving him alone, when it has always been the two of you against the world, which is what really weighs on you and grieves you as you continue to walk away from him with no idea when you will see him again.

You also feel the stares of the Queen Dowager Alicent and Lord Otto on both of you, who probably don't even have any idea how to react to this, not even being in a position to do anything about it.

But Aemond doesn't even care about them and steadily and willingly continues his pace with you by his side, him leading you towards one of the horses that will take you both fast towards DragonPit.

Soon you both find yourselves flying towards Harrenhal, with Sr. Criston leading Aemond's entire army on the ground towards the cursed castle as well.

However… had you known what would await you later in that very place, a cursed castle where its curse never leaves and curses also the people who dare to set foot there, you would never have let Aemond take you with him.

Still, when your prince takes you with him to Harrenhal, you feel important.

You feel you are one of his complements to go on and win the war, like an incentive to gain motivation and strength.

At first, the black and dark castle scares you, knowing perfectly well its reputation and curse, but Aemond is the one who motivates you to stand by his side and help him in everything he needs.

He specifically asks you to settle in his chamber, where it will also be your room, while he once he takes over the castle, begins to plan strategies and move his entire army, alert to any threat and securing his position in Harrenhal.

You know very little about his planning because you know that his matters must be of no interest to you, so during the day, you can only find entertainment in books and learning a little more about the dark castle.

The only thing you attend to is your prince, waiting each night at the end of his exhausting days, as you can't really do much in these circumstances, only being available to him.

This fact does not bother you, but your boredom increases every day considering that you only see Aemond in the nights and very early the next day he is no longer by your side because he goes to attend to his duties.

In your loneliness, you often think about writing a letter to your father, just to let him know that you are well.

But you know that Aemond probably wouldn't be too pleased and you don't know if your father wants to hear from you after what happened.

You wouldn't be surprised if he was furious with you… after all, what you did was very unwise.

You could have stood firm with Aemond, you could have supported your father and attended to your duty properly, yet you did not.

And in the end the only thing that gives you comfort is that at least, by the end of these difficult times, you will finally marry Aemond. And by the time your father sees that, he will probably forgive you.

Today is another one of those days when Aemond has a lot on his mind, taking his position very seriously and getting frustrated when one thing doesn't turn out the way he expected.

It's a lot to handle even though he has Sr. Criston by his side, but that doesn't seem to be enough.

He constantly sends reports to Kings Landing with his position and what is currently happening, understanding that even though Aegon is injured, still his brother wants to be aware of everything, considering he is not at the Keep to protect them in case of anything.

There are countless times when Aemond does not rest properly as he has so much to think and do. And when he finally heads to his chamber almost at the Hour of the Wolf, you help him to get all that stress out of his system.

Aemond lets out a sigh as he lets his head fit all the way back, with his eye closed, as you begin to slowly move up and down his entire hard, heavy, swollen length, in need of release.

You moan and place your hands on his bare, firm chest for support, beginning to move your hips up and down in a more consistent pace, moving back and forth and even circling at times.

Aemond at all times lets you take control, which normally it is not usual for you to do as he prefers it to be him in charge, however this is another one of those nights where he is too tired not to let you ride him.

You groan and begin to move your hips faster and harder, as Aemond moans low and holds your waist firmly, watching as your bodies come together and as all of him repeatedly enters you.

You watch him in complete delight, his beautiful face contracted in pleasure, his brows furrowed and his lips parted, sighing and leaving marks on your skin with his long fingers.

You smile and lean fully into him, still moving, as you bring one of your hands to his hair, stroking it gently, and then bring your lips to his ear.

"Do you like it, my King?"

This only fills Aemond more with pleasure, who grunts and makes you increase the speed of your movements, as you moan loudly and feel him deliciously also ground on his feet and penetrate you harder.

The sound of skin on skin, your juices with his sweat and now Aemond claiming one of your breasts as he takes the nipple into his mouth, only makes you moan more in pleasure.

"Oh yes, my King. Just like that, please."

You whine, moaning and leaning further into him.

"Oh fuck—yes," he murmurs into your breasts, kneading them completely to his liking, "Yes, my Lady. Oh Gods."

You sigh and moan louder when Aemond suddenly takes all your hair in one of his hands, making it into a fist, to forcefully pull you down as he raises his hips in a firm upward motion, penetrating you hard and hitting exactly your nerve core.

All the air escapes your lungs and that explosion inside you begins to grow as Aemond penetrates you in that steadier way, not letting go of your hair, holding you tight.

"Are you going to cum?" he asks you in a deep husky voice.

"Yes," you moan, "Oh—fuck," you whimper.

"Cum, cum all on my cock, my sweet girl."

Then you are no longer thinking straight and become completely absorbed in the moment as he brings one of his hands between your bodies and begins to stroke his thumb over your most sensitive spot, causing you to close your eyes tightly, arch your back and continue to move with more fervor.

"Yes, yes, just like that," you moan, "Please, don't stop."

"Look at you," he grins, "Making a mess."

"Please, my King."

He grunts and increases his speed more as he again begins to suck on one of your nipples and then everything about you explodes in a delicious and more than satisfied way as Aemond fucks you hard across your peak, seeking his own release.

And by the end of the night, with one hard, strong, final thrust, he spills all of his seed inside you, filling you completely.

You let yourself fall completely on top of him, just as exhausted and breathing fast, catching your breath, as Aemond continues all soft and warm inside you.

You relax your lips and lazily raise your gaze to him, while still remaining on top of his hard, strong body, to see him also catching his breath, calming his heart rate and looking so tired.

You leave a soft kiss on his lips and move off on top of him to lie down next to him.

As every night, Aemond pulls your body to him and hugs your back as the two of you begin to be carried away by sleep, both of you more than satisfied, especially him after so much pressure and stress.

This is the way you can help him and be there for him. Honestly you don't complain, because as each time Aemond takes you, everything becomes more and more intense, already being more of a necessity.

Even during the day, one of his guards seeks you out and lets you know that the prince has requested your presence immediately in the room where Aemond plans his strategies and has meetings with all his advisors.

Arriving there, you expected anything but Aemond needing to fuck you right there in his chair and where it is a public place, even though only he and you is here.

"Try not to make too much noise, my love."

That's all he says to you and then makes you start riding him again, while you hold on and lean on his shoulders, moaning into his neck, while he listens to the sounds you make only for him and continues to demand that you move faster, harder and deeper.

You let your whole head fall back, closing your eyes in pleasure and you part your lips, as Aemond attacks and leaves marks all over your neck, grunting and holding you as if his life depended on it.

You move deep from front to back and he moans into your neck.

"Oh fuck—just like that, don't stop," he tells you hoarsely.

You gasp and muffle your moans as he desperately makes your breasts spring free through the collar of your dress and attacks them like a hungry man, as he brings both hands to the soft skin of your ass, kneading both your cheeks.

You cry out from the pleasure and continue to move deep from front to back.

"Yes, Aemond, yes," you moan.

"Always so responsive," he murmurs with delight.

He gazes proudly at your hard nipples, slightly red and swollen from his caresses, as he brings his hand to your center and strokes you with his thumb firmly, feeling all your juices sliding down his fingers.

"You like it, don't you?" he watches you with a grin, "You like it when I fuck you hard."

"Yes," you say as best you can, in a whisper.

He grunts and stops your movements abruptly to suddenly charge you and rise from his chair, as he sits you on the edge of the big table in front of him where the maps perch and begins to penetrate you faster and harder.

That time you had to drink moon tea again, considering that the dragon seed is strong and Aemond insists that always after every act, you must drink it, not even being able to let yourself forget it.

So the days go by when the unexpected news arrives about the battle of Lakeshore, where Aemond loses numerous men, all from the Lannister army, where they were attacked by a Northern army, being a major loss for the Greens and a victorious battle for the Blacks.

Aemond, furious, orders the death of Simon Strong and his entire family, as well as nearly killing the soldier who told him the news, blinded by his own anger and madness.

While you confined to your room, you can only wait for him to return to you when he has taken care of the whole matter, but with that great loss, Aemond and everyone begins to realize that they are losing the war.

If before Aemond didn't sleep and rest properly, with this news he doesn't anymore, to which you can only continue to wait, worried about him but unable to truly do anything, spending days in which you don't see Aemond anymore.

Until one night, the unexpected news arrives, but this time only for you.

"Where is Prince Aemond, Ellya?" you ask the maid who has been at your disposal since you arrived here, "Have you seen him? Do you know what he is doing with his men?"

She gives you a somewhat wary and curious look at the same time.

"You haven't heard, my Lady?"

This immediately catches your attention and you watch her completely attentively.

"About what?"

She blinks a couple of times, watching you a little surprised, to which this draws your attention more and alerts you, watching her intrigued, while she looks hesitant for a few moments, not quite sure if she is the one to tell you the new news.

"Ellya, what's wrong?" you urge her, beginning to worry.

She swallows hard, lets out a long breath and looks at you with some pity.

"The prince has approached the witch, the witch of Harrenhal," she lets you know, "For days now it seems the two of them started having their meetings."

You watch her more than attentively and confused at the same time, having no idea who this witch is, but instantly getting a bad feeling about the whole thing. You ask Ellya to explain who she is and she tells you everything.

Alys Rivers.

That's her name and apparently she's a bastard of Lyonel Strong, the once lord of Harrenhal who burned to death along with his son right here in this castle.

When you then remember… she is that same woman that Aemond did not give the order to kill and apparently spared her life when he killed Simon Strong and all his kin.

Instantly your assumptions are correct when Ellya tells you that this woman possesses dark magic and those kinds of abilities through witchcraft. And again you don't get that good feeling if Aemond has searched for her and is apparently having meetings with her.

Certainly after knowing this, you can't ask Aemond anything about it since you don't see him and don't dare go looking for him with all the duties he has to attend to.

However, the uncertainty lingers and all the time you think about it, feeling worried just imagining Aemond having encounters with her and also scared about what she might do.

Until one night finally the opportunity presents itself when you see the night through the small windows in comparison to the Keep, unable to fall asleep, when the doors open and you turn to see Aemond enter the chamber after so many days.

"Aemond?"

You call out to him in your soft, sleepy voice from trying to fall asleep but you simply can't, thinking all the while of him and her, the witch, as he watches you without at all expecting to hear your voice.

And even though you shouldn't, at that moment you feel sorry for him. You can tell he hasn't slept well in days, his whole face shows it to you, the extreme tiredness reflecting through his body as well, truly worrying you.

And that's why he actually watches you without having any expression on his face, leaving his sword on one of the tables and starting to take off his belts, preparing to sleep.

"Keep sleeping. I'll join you in a moment," he tells you just the same without much emotion in his voice.

"Where have you been?" you still ask him, carving your eyes, watching him closely, "I haven't seen you in days."

He lets out a long breath, turning his back on you and continuing to remove his clothes.

"Are you forgetting that we are at war?" he asks, "What do you mean, where have I been? Of course I have been leading all my men and attending to my duties as Protector of the Realm."

You press your lips together, instantly understanding that you must not upset and irritate him any more than he clearly already is. Still, like the stubborn one you are, you can't help yourself and again speak in his direction.

"I know, Aemond," you say softly, "But that's not what I meant. I meant that you didn't come here to sleep."

"I barely have time to sleep, Y/N," he tells you definitely more serious, alerting you, "And now that I finally have the chance, you're not letting me have my five minutes of peace," he tells you bitterly.

"No, Aemond, I swear that's not my intention," you instantly clarify, concerned.

"Then?" he looks over his shoulder at you, serious and clearly irritated, "You're going to let me be able to undress and sleep in peace?"

"Yes, of course," you tell him instantly, bewildered, "I-I just wanted…" you bite your lips, nervous, "…to know where you'd been," you mumble barely audibly.

And even though Aemond has heard you, he still doesn't say anything else, still taking off his clothes and with every movement feeling more tiredness all over his body, urgently needing to lie down on the bed and sleep as much as he can.

But you continue to watch him more attentively than before, Alys Rivers not leaving your thoughts and what he has talked or has been doing with her, that precisely not leaving you alone.

So in the middle of the silence, you dare to ask him in a soft murmur, watching him carefully.

"You were with Alys Rivers?"

Then suddenly Aemond stops his movements abruptly, slowly turning his head towards your direction, but only a part of it, barely managing to watch you over his shoulder, the tension in his whole body being more than visible.

When without further ado he resumes his movements, saying absolutely nothing to you and turning his back to you, while you continue to watch him attentively and expectantly for his response, whatever it may be.

And it is not until Aemond finishes processing your question that he finally answers you or rather answers you with another question in a serious and cold voice.

"Who told you that?"

You swallow hard, truly not wanting to give Ellya away.

"I heard it."

"From who? Where?"

He demands to know, more serious and annoyed, turning fully towards you. That's when you see his dark face, clearly annoyed, you stare at him bewildered, really not understanding his behavior.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you want me to know?"

At this he continues to stare at you annoyed, his lips pressed into a thin line and clearly irritated by your questioning, while you, starting to feel fearful, still continue to stare at him with your whole face soft but in confusion.

Aemond lets a few seconds pass, when he averts his gaze from yours for a moment as he licks his lips and finally lets out a long breath to turn his back on you again.

He reassures himself, having already taken into account from before that it would be impossible for you not to hear the name of the witch of Harrenhal and also how he would find himself in her company at times.

However, in a way I had hoped that you wouldn't find out and wouldn't question anything about it.

But with everything going on, him losing the war and resorting to desperate measures, there is basically no such thing as his patience and good humor.

"She's helping me with some war matters, nothing else."

He tells you coldly as you watch him and listen completely attentively, not understanding his answer.

"War matters?" you repeat.

"Yes, war matters," he repeats back to you as well, serious.

"And it's not something I can help you with?" you ask him without understanding.

He lets out a long sigh again this time, his patience again beginning to hang by a thread.

"No Y/N, you don't know all of Riverlands and the most convenient spots where I can send and command my men," he tells you serious, "Nor do you know the secret paths and where they might attack us by surprise, but she does."

At this you remain completely silent, watching him with your lips parted, thinking about his words.

This really continues to give you a very bad feeling, frustrating you because even though he has explained, you still don't feel convinced and can't do anything about it, not wanting to bother him anymore.

But it strikes you how he has been annoyed that you have asked him about her, that you have talked about her, so bringing up the matter again would not be smart on your part.

Still, you can't stay quiet.

"Nothing else?"

"Yes, nothing else," he tells you quickly and still in his serious tone.

You don't say anything else, watching him attentively, while he remains completely naked in front of you, as he usually likes to sleep. And still not feeling convinced, you decide not to bother him anymore and return to your same position as before to be lucky enough to sleep this time.

But you can't.

You continue watching the void, when you feel Aemond's weight sinking on the bed next to you, while you turn your back to him and think about his words, also about the witch and the two of them.

You press your lips together and finally close your eyes, needing to sleep to stop thinking.

However, this one night Aemond doesn't even come close towards you. Normally he always wraps one of his arms around your body and pulls you close to his body to sleep close, but nothing, he doesn't do anything.

And the next morning you wake up, he is gone.

Your days again pass without seeing Aemond, always being in your chamber and barely getting any news about what is going on with your prince and his side of the war.

At least you find comfort in your maidservants, with whom you talk and give you some company.

You also wander around the castle only a little during the day, not lasting long for fear that Aemond might find out and get annoyed with you not having any guards with you. But considering you don't have much to do, this comforts you as well.

When one day, the whispers in the cursed castle become too loud and rumors reach your ears: your prince is sharing a bed with the witch of Harrenhal.

This shocking and devastating news you don't want to believe, thinking that it is simply impossible because Aemond is yours, just as you are his. Or so you thought.

But even though you try to convince yourself that Aemond wouldn't do such a thing to you, betray you with another woman, let alone a witch, sadly it all starts to make sense to you.

He hadn't gone to sleep in his chamber, you also chambered, basically you didn't see him at all. And even though he told you he barely has time to sleep, he still must have… but not in the room you both share.

You really don't want to believe it, especially since he told you himself that she's only been helping him with war matters, nothing else.

But you knew all along that he wasn't being honest with you, you had that intuition and these rumors just confirmed it.

It is not until you see Aemond again after severe days without him being in your presence that you can finally confront him about it.

"You lied to me, didn't you?"

You ask him with your soft tone but sad at the same time, disappointed, with tears wanting to start coming out of your eyes when he watches you and he doesn't even need to ask you what you mean, because he instantly knows.

But it hurts you more when he lets out a long breath, it being another one of those times where you both barely see each other and he's already upset and annoyed by your behavior.

"See? This is why I didn't tell you, because of how you react," he tells you serious and watching you badly, tired.

"So you were planning to never tell me?" you ask sadly.

"You don't understand Y/N. You don't understand anything."

You look at him hurt.

"And how am I supposed to understand if you don't talk to me?" you ask confused, "Is this why you decided to bring me here with you? For me to stand here waiting for you while you enjoy the company of another woman?"

He lets out a huff as he rolls his eye in annoyance.

"You're getting it all wrong," he tells you serious, "I'm not doing it for my own satisfaction, I'm doing it because it's necessary and in order to win the war."

You continue watching him confused, not understanding what he is referring to or rather not understanding what that has to do with lying with her, to which Aemond, frustrated, explains to you in order to end this matter once and for all.

"Alys… she can see things, she knows things" he tells you, "Her power helps me to know what will happen next and what exactly I must do against the threats, what strategies to plan in order not to lose more of my men and thus win the war."

"And for that you must sleep with her?" you ask in pain.

"Getting that kind of information is not easy, Y/N," he tells you absurdly, "Of course she must have asked me for something in return and that is her form of payment."

You deny with your head, still watching him confused.

"But you don't necessarily have to pay her that way. You are the prince, she must obey you and in return for that… you can offer her gold or something else."

Crees que eso no fue lo mismo que yo pensé en ofrecerle?

"Do you think that wasn't the same thing I thought of offering her?" he inquires you annoyed, "Of course I did but she give me nothing."

And yet he decided to give her exactly what she wanted.

Your mind tells you, as you continue to watch him intently and pained, as he turns his back to you and you see him starting to take off his belts at the same time you feel that sharp pain in your chest, thinking about all the weeks he had been keeping this from you.

And when you asked him, he still lied to you.

"But…" you try to say, watching him sadly, "I'm sure you don't need her, Aemond."

He lets out a derisive, dry snort, shaking his head slightly, this hurting you instantly as well, but you continue to insist on changing his mind so that he doesn't have to do this… win the war through witchcraft.

"There are other ways that I know are more complicated and time consuming, but you can win and fairly, I know that," you observe him hopefully.

He laughs unfunnily, low and bitterly, as he turns to you again and looks at you as if you were a fool.

"How easy it is to talk when you're not the one serving the Realm and losing a war, isn't it?"

You watch him completely speechless, while he takes a couple of steps towards you watching you even in that way and completely upset and annoyed because you don't understand him.

You don't understand anything of what is happening and what he must be doing.

"What are you doing here besides warming my bed, hmm?"

He inquires you with a cruel tone, his words instantly being a dagger to your heart.

"Yes, it's true, I was the one who decided to bring you here with me and I made you a promise for the end of all this, didn't I?"

He asks you seriously and expectantly.

"But now the least you can do is to understand me and give me peace, whether you like what I have to do or not," he makes it clear in a threatening tone, "And what I must do now Y/N, for the good of the Realm and to secure my brother's Throne, is to keep Alys on my side because I need her and I need her very much."

This last is completely etched in your mind, watching it attentively, your lips half open and the first tear falling down your cheek, under the attentive and annoying gaze of Aemond, who in spite of this does not care and turns away to continue undressing.

Then the other tears run down both of your cheeks, feeling more intense that sharp pain in your chest, hurting you completely by his insensitivity and how even though you know he is sleeping with another woman, he still doesn't care about you.

When has Aemond ever needed you the way he has told you he needs her?

Never.

You thought that bringing you here with him was his way of telling you that he needs you, but now that you have to share him with another woman and he apparently doesn't care about your feelings, you think it was all a bad idea.

You swallow the tight lump in your throat and clear your tears as you avoid completely breaking down by being in the same place as him.

"Perhaps I should go back to King's Landing," you say amidst the silence and tense atmosphere, avoiding hearing yourself as broken as you really are, "Perhaps I should talk to my father, apologize and do my duty by getting married."

Again Aemond lets out an unfunny and completely incredulous laugh, again turning to watch you but with the difference that he is actually watching you slightly amused and expectantly at the same time.

"Don't tell me, Y/N."

He watches you intently.

"And who are you going to marry, hmm? Or rather who or who will want to marry you?"

He asks you still amused.

"Haven't you thought that I've already ruined you for any other man by the simple fact of having brought you here with me? Haven't you thought that with that alone people can assume an intimate relationship between the two of us? Although it's not really an assumption, it's a fact, isn't it? For a long time now."

Tears again steadily stream down your cheeks, watching him with all the pain in your gaze, as he again averts his gaze from yours and again shakes his head in disbelief.

And you know he's right.

But you don't think it's fair that he can get annoyed with you when you call the attention of other men, but you are in a much worse position, he doesn't care how you feel because he is the man, he is the prince and you must understand him.

So it doesn't matter that he can have as many women as he wants at his disposal, in any way, while you should be reserved only for him.

"Stop crying," he tells you cold and serious, without looking at you, "If you feel so bad for Alys, understand that this is just for the moment, it will all be over when I win the war, so stop this foolishness."

And there it is again… his insensitivity.

And after that… everything changes.

That night Aemond again doesn't try to touch you or hug you during his sleep, nor is it as if you would want him to, considering that he had probably been in her company before.

That is why now knowing that Aemond warms her bed, you no longer desire his touch or even his presence.

And not only because of that, but also because of the way he had made you feel with his cruel behavior and with his cruel words, and that painful feeling just won't go away, not even him realizing how much he did and does hurt you.

Fortunately you continue not seeing him very often, in all that time just locked in your chamber, not even having the courage to talk and enjoy the company of the maids as usual, wanting to be alone all the time, going back to your days of having no appetite and no mood for anything.

If Aemond notices, he doesn't say anything to you or do anything about it, just watches you intently every time he appears in the chamber, where you just greet him and nothing else, not really giving him attention like before, your whole gaze dull, empty, disinterested and sad.

You can smell a strong scent, like citrus and a bit sweet at the same time on his clothes sometimes when he comes to the chamber very late at night, certainly belonging to her and of course he must not even notice it.

And not only that, cautiously you can see some marks on his neck and chest as he begins to undress, to which you lie on the bed with your back to him and completely covering yourself with the sheets, letting a few tears fall without him seeing you and without making a sound until you fall asleep.

Now all you think of when you see him is him in the company of his witch, receiving everything she offers him, her visions and letting him know everything he wants to know, in exchange for sleeping with her.

It is not until days later that he slowly begins to approach you again to caress and touch you.

At first you didn't let him turn your back to him and he started to caress you by putting his arm across your stomach, trying to pull you closer to him.

But when you stayed completely still and with your eyes full of tears, he felt the tension all over your body and at the end he let out a long sigh and stopped touching you, resigning himself.

You didn't understand why he needed that from you when he certainly always gets that from her.

That went on for a few more weeks, until Aemond was beginning to lose patience with not being able to have you that he finally lost it completely.

And you had to give in to pleasing him, letting him make you his after a considerable time. However, he was no longer making you feel anything.

Just the thought that he had previously been inside her and now he's inside you looking like he can't get enough… it was too much.

Aemond doesn't notice your lack of disinterest as he begins to fuck you, nor does he notice how your heart breaks into pieces. And it's not until you stop being responsive to his touch that he's finally disconcerted.

Without feeling your juices that made penetration easier, he gasps and lifts his gaze to you, peeling his face from your neck, watching you intently and curiously, still entering you continuously.

"What is it, my lady? Doesn't it feel good?"

You don't answer.

You don't even look him in the eye.

At this, Aemond kisses you with need, moving in and out of you faster, needing your response, for you to feel the same as he does, as before.

But it doesn't feel good, not good at all.

After that night, unable to stand being cooped up in your chamber any longer for the whole day, you decide to go out into the hallways and eventually end up in the kitchens to offer your hands to the maids for whatever it is they need.

You can't even stand your loneliness anymore, so you finally enjoy the company of the maids and help out as needed, even taking your meals with them and even returning at night to the chamber, almost at the same time as Aemond.

Surprisingly, he notices this and questions you about doing maid duties as well, telling you that you have no need, to which you without much emotion tell him that it's all right, that you like to help, not to say anything else to him and clearly not to give more importance to the matter.

In those moments is when he starts to get tired of your behavior, when the truth is that even he doesn't understand himself.

Before it bothered him that you cared too much about him and that you questioned absolutely everything, but now that you have stopped doing it, it also bothers him your lack of interest in him when before you were always there at his disposal, also bothering him your cold behavior.

But it bothers him more that you don't even respond to him anymore when he makes you his.

However, he knows he can't blame you for her, for Alys, because you know what he is doing with her in the darkness of her chamber in exchange for what.

But it still bothers him.

Fortunately for you, he decides to give you time and not force you into anything again if you don't want him to, to which you could only feel relieved, although you still have to endure how he hugs you during his sleep but nothing more.

It is not until one night that you return to your chamber later than usual, since you lost track of time and were all the time in the company of the maids, that you think that Aemond must probably still be attending to his duties or that he must already be asleep… or that he must be in the company of his witch.

The latter is what you believe the most, not surprisingly. In the end, however, it does surprise you.

About to open the door to your room, you don't have to, as it opens on the other side and you find yourself face to face with a woman with pale skin, huge green eyes, long black hair and wearing a robe around her body, holding it with one of her hands.

Your eyes widen and you freeze completely, as she stares back at you with such intensity that it almost brings you to tears, but in the end it is not that, but the realization of what has happened here, in your chamber, which is in fact more yours than Aemond's.

You then watch behind her, where Aemond instantly watches you with an expression you can't really read, as he finishes buttoning his belt, with his entire torso naked and the clear marks on his neck.

Again… you feel that sharp pain in your chest, the sadness and humiliation hitting you hard, with your tears starting to want to spill out of your eyes and run down your cheeks, watching him with the most hurt look of all.

How could he dare?

You don't even expect anything else, you just run away from there, tears streaming down your cheeks instantly, as you hear Aemond say your name, quickly coming after you.

But you don't look back, not even wanting to look him in the eye, having no idea where you're really heading, but not in your greatest madness are you ever going to lie in that bed again, not even he having any respect for you in that regard.

Still Aemond is quicker and manages to catch up to you, grabbing you hard by your arm, demanding you to stop and watch him, pulling you closer to his body, to which you put up resistance and crying you try with all your might to get him to let go of you to get away from him, but he won't let you.

"Y/N! Look at me!"

You can't.

You don't want to.

He irritated, grabs you firmly with both hands, reluctantly stopping you, while you continue to cry and feel completely weak, everything about him, his grip on you when he had touched her on your bed before and that scent of hers also impregnated in him… it's too much.

"Let go of me."

You say pleadingly, sobbing, trying to pull away from him.

"Stop fucking acting like this!" he exclaims to you in annoyance.

You deny with your head.

"H-how could you?"

"Look at me," he demands.

"No! Let go of me!" you resist again, very hurt and very humiliated.

"I said look at me!"

He exclaims to you angrily, grabbing your face with both of his hands and making you look at him in a firm and demanding manner, his grip strong.

At this you stand completely still, but still crying and sobbing, trying to control yourself, but you cannot.

Thinking about it, about her and him already hurt you enough, but now having seen it… you can't stand it, as well as his touch now on you, finding it unpleasant.

And when you finally open your eyes and dare to look at him again, he is worried about noticing all that pain, rejection and displeasure.

However, he doesn't allow it and continues to hold you in that firm manner.

"Listen to me," he says seriously and firmly, "This was the last time, the last one."

You put up a resistance again, not believing his words at all, looking absurd in the midst of all your pain.

"Y/N!" he exclaims stopping you again, looking at you as honestly as possible, " It has been the last time, truly," he insists, "I promise."

You say nothing to him, just continue to cry almost silently, as he promises and assures you over and over again, wanting to reassure you, when the truth is you don't even believe him, so you make him believe that you do, to which he finally lets go of you.

"Go back to the chamber and wait there for me, she's gone," he tells you softly, but still firm and demanding.

And you are surprised how he dares in ordering you such a thing, while you just nod so you can finally get away from him and feeling relieved you do so, definitely not going back to that room, at all.

You find another empty chamber where you lie down on the bed right there and continue to let the tears flow freely from your eyes, trying to calm down little by little, feeling so lonely, so silly and as if you mean nothing.

It is not until after Aemond finishes talking to Alys and returns to the chamber expecting to find you there, but nothing.

He lets out a long breath, frustrated, only to later ask his guards where you've gone to find you in another chamber, completely balled up, asleep and with dried tears on your cheeks, your whole face suffering.

He lets out another long breath, running a hand through his face and hair, shuffling it in frustration, that he decides not to do anything else, just leave you alone to sleep, that being the least he can do for you after witnessing such a thing taking advantage of your absence.

Severe days has passed since that breaking point between you and Aemond, where neither of you have spoken about it.

He tried, of course, to explain to you so that he could properly ask for your forgiveness, but you never let him, not wanting or needing to hear anything from him, still too hurt and too humiliated to bear such thing.

Since then, you now sleep in that new chamber, this not being to Aemond's liking at first.

But acting so cold to him, not even being able to look him in the eye when he spoke to you and making you so tense in his presence, he understood that he could not force you to sleep with him if you did not wish to do so.

Aemond hated every moment when he did not wake up with you by his side, also when he could not touch you and make you his, or have the maids assist him in absolutely everything, when before it was only you.

If he kept his promise not to have any more meetings with Alys, you were no longer interested in knowing, only focusing on you and sometimes on him when he asked you for something, but always with that cold and indifferent behavior.

When the time of battle comes again.

He and his entire army prepares to march to a point where Alys had told him before that it would be where an army fighting for his half-sister would be and that is approaching Harrenhal.

Aemond awaits the return of Sr. Criston with a small but efficient army that he prepared for him by sending him and those men to the nearest house settlements of Harrenhal to demand that they bend the knee for his brother Aegon.

Once he returns with those men, they can finish preparing and stop that army of Rhaenyra's, having him more opportunity to protect his entire army from the skies and burn as much as he can.

You along with some maids provide food to the men who will go to battle, you also help with their supplies, walking back and forth under the watchful eye of Aemond being so helpful to his men, this not pleasing him but not being able to do anything about it either.

When an ambush happens.

Everything happens too fast, as suddenly a not very big army surrounds all of Aemond's surprisingly with black flags, symbol of Rhaenyra.

And then a man grabs you by force, takes you to the center of the whole ambush and then puts a dagger in your neck.

#aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x oc #aemond x reader #hotd aemond

[anonymous-dentist]

Part two of the Catboy in the Village AU

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Cellbit wakes up handcuffed, which really doesn't bode well.

He's... moving. He's sitting up with his head pillowed on something soft, yet firm, and he's moving.

Ah. So he has been kidnapped, then. Great.

Groaning, Cellbit hides his face in his pillow's shoulder, confident that he isn't sticking his face anywhere it shouldn't be. He knows this shoulder, it's one of his favorites.

"Buenos días, gatinho," Roier warmly says. A kiss lands itself in Cellbit's hair right between his ears.

Cellbit fights the urge to purr (not now!), and he murmurs, "Am I going to be angry when I open my eyes?"

"Mmm, probably."

Cellbit sighs. So it's like that, then.

Eyes still closed, he pricks his ears up and tries to take in his environment. Horses, someone guiding them. Wheels noisily turning. Roier breathing, Cellbit himself breathing, someone else breathing. Three people total in the carriage- because they have to be in one, Cellbit doubts a supposed "prince" would be left to travel in a simple wagon.

Absolutely no signs of Richarlyson and Pepito. No arguing, no crying, no complaining. Nothing.

Slowly, Cellbit lets out a breath. He's calm.

"Roier," he asks, "where are our children?"

Roier stiffens minutely beneath him. "Um."

"Your children are fine," someone else says, and, ah, it would be her, wouldn't it?

Cellbit swallows his anger. He's calm.

He sits up, scooting closer to Roier so their arms are brushing because he is not about to be away from him right now. He opens his eyes, and he stares at the woman who has to be the newly-crowned Queen of the Gato Kingdom, and he hates.

"Your highness," he coolly says. "Where the fuck are my children?"

The queen's eyebrow twitches. "Don't call me that."

"Your highness. My children?"

"Not... with us at the moment, but I have my finest knights searching for them as we speak. Once we find them-"

She screeches as Cellbit lunges at her with his fangs bared. He can't use his hands, but that's fine, he was in prison once, he knows how to tear a throat out without using his claws.

He "oof"s as he's swiftly kicked in the chest by a heeled shoe and shoved back into his seat opposite the queen.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" the queen demands.

Cellbit answers her with a snarl and a second attempt at political assassination. This time, though, he's stopped by Roier, who grabs him around the middle with both arms and pulls him to his chest.

Immediately, Cellbit feels his body relax. Damnit.

"I told you you'd be angry," Roier hums.

He slips a hand under Cellbit's shirt and just leaves it splayed across his stomach. The queen looks mildly disturbed. What, is she homophobic, too? Rich and homophobic? Pick a struggle.

"Of course I'm angry," Cellbit sneers. He glares at the queen, who glares right back. "We've been kidnapped."

The queen rolls her eyes. "You aren't being kidnapped. You are being escorted."

"In handcuffs!"

"Yeah!" Roier agrees. "Only I can put my husband in handcuffs!"

The queen's face goes mildly green. Oh, so she is homophobic. Great.

Cellbit, though, groans and slams his head against Roier's shoulder. Roier just grins at him, the piece of shit.

"Well," the queen hesitantly says, "it was either this or ropes."

Roier protests, "Only I can put my husband in ro-"

He cuts himself off with a moan as Cellbit pinches his thigh.

"Cállate," Cellbit huffs. "She doesn't need to know."

"I really don't," the queen agrees, complete with a nod of the head. "You're my brother, I don't want or need to be hearing any of this."

(Not that the 'any of this' is real. The most extreme thing Cellbit and Roier have done in bed is play board games and lose the pieces in their blankets, but it's just so fun to make people uncomfortable.)

"I'm not," Cellbit tells her.

He tilts his head back and looks up at Roier. "Did you know that she thinks I'm the missing Gato Kingdom prince?"

Roier laughs. "What, really? You?"

Cellbit smiles. "I know, right?"

"I'm right here," the queen flatly says. "And you are my brother. His name is Cellbit, your name is Cellbit. You have feline features. Only members of-"

Cellbit finishes her sentence for her: "-the Gato royal family are cat hybrids. I know. But you're wrong."

The queen crosses her arms and her legs, her foot bouncing impatiently on the floor.

"Oh, yeah?" she asks. "How?"

"Because," Cellbit simply says.

Nothing else.

Roier snorts. He adjusts his hold on Cellbit, halfway pulling him onto his lap and hooking his chin over Cellbit's shoulder.

Cellbit looks down at Roier's very un-handcuffed hands and pouts.

"Why aren't you restrained?" he complains.

"Because I haven't tried to kill the queen," Roier smugly says. He pokes Cellbit's nose, making Cellbit go cross-eyed. "This is what you get, pendejo."

"Fuck you," Cellbit grumbles. "You didn't try to fight her a little? For me?"

"Nah. I killed all her knights, though."

Gods.

Cellbit's eyes practically glitter. "Wow. I bet you got real sweaty."

Roier nods. "And I took my shirt off."

Gods!!

Cellbit turns to glare at the queen. "You made me miss that!"

The queen's mouth opens in shock. "You tried stabbing me!"

"And you kidnapped me! I think stabbing you would've been worth it!"

"Calma, gatinho," Roier lightly says. He slips his other hand under Cellbit's shirt; his two hands link together, his thumb rubbing soothing little circles above Cellbit's bellybutton. "Don't threaten royalty when I don't have my sword."

"You aren't being kidnapped!" the queen shouts. "This could've gone a lot easier if you had just come with me to begin with!"

"And why the fuck would I do that?" Cellbit sneers.

"Because I'm your sister, idiot!"

"I'm an orphan, idiot!"

The queen bodily flinches, recoiling into the back of her seat with wide eyes and a trembling mouth.

Sensing a tense moment, Roier takes the opportunity to say, "You know, maybe he isn't your brother. Maybe I'm your brother, hm? Maybe my ears fell off in the war."

It's just the kind of statement that would blow Pepito's mind. Pepito, oh, Pepito...

Cellbit wants his kids.

The queen ignores Roier. She continues staring at Cellbit, instead.

"What happened to you?" she asks, voice hoarse.

Cellbit gives her a flat look in response. "What hasn't. I'm not who you think I am. I'm... me. You have the wrong guy."

He twists his wrists in his handcuffs. They're simple enough...

"This really isn't a good first impression," Roier adds.

As Roier continues speaking, Cellbit pops his thumb out of its socket and starts subtly pulling his hand through the cuff.

Roier says, "Like, I get you wanted to see him, but this is kinda fucked, you know? You couldn't have sent a letter? We could have had brunch, but, noooooo, you just had to show up like this and freak him out."

"I'm not freaked out," Cellbit grumbles.

(And now the other hand...)

"I didn't want it to be this way," the queen says. She looks painedly at Cellbit. "It's- I- we need you back, Cellbit. Our parents- the king and queen are both dead. You promised that you would help me when I took the throne. I've been looking for you for years, and-"

"Okay," Roier interrupts. "See? Talking's good. Gatinho, do you have anything to say?"

"Yeah," Cellbit replies. He looks at the queen, and he says, "Guapito, hold on."

He sticks his tongue out at the queen (childish, maybe, but she's pissing him off), and he slams himself against the carriage door.

And... nothing happens.

He smacks his head, and he sees stars, and he falls backwards onto the carriage's floor with a pained grunt.

The queen gives him a mocking look. "What, you didn't think I would lock the door? You really are my brother, dumbass. You haven't changed a bit."

Roier, at least, looks somewhat pitying.

"That would've been cool if it had worked?" he tries.

Cellbit just groans in response and drops his head back down onto the floor.

He used to be an escape artist. And now he's trapped in a carriage with an insane woman.

"Sit tight," the queen says, settling back into her seat and making sure to kick Cellbit in the side as she does so. "It's a long trip back to the castle."

"If I don't see my children when we're there, I'll actually kill you," Cellbit threatens.

Her lips quirk into a smirk. "You can try."

And he hates her.

#catboy in the village au #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #this poor guy #i like this au actually

[wackapedia]

The Snow Fairy

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Reader Summary: Rickon finds a snow fairy in the woods and asks his dad to kiss her so she can grant him a wish. Wordcount: 1,976 Warnings: mild injury, cute Rickon and his dad too hehe

Little Rickon walks down the snow-covered path, bunched in his thick fur coat. The caravan had stopped because the men ahead had spotted a horse running against the trail and worried that there were bandits. Fortunately, his father's men had scouted ahead and didn't find any danger. Their band decided to give the horses a little rest.

Rickon's father had put him down from the horse and sternly instructed him to stay put while they pack up to resume the journey back home. But he was a five-year-old. No one was watching him. Of course, he won't stay put.

At the edge of the path was a downhill slope and a shallow river running south. A hopscotch of rocks lay over the river, leading to the other side. Singing himself a little song, Rickon jumps on the rocks, safely avoiding the icy waters of the shallow river, landing on the other side.

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You let out a pained groan as you clutch your lower rib, dragging yourself against the snow. It doesn't look like you'll make it. The horse you'd stolen from the last town became too unruly and reared up on its hind legs, dropping you in the forest before galloping away. You were never good with horses anyway. You were forced to part ways with your dragon after you landed in White Harbour. "You can't hide with a dragon, especially if you're hiding from someone with their own dragon..."

So here you were, limping towards a freezing river to refill your flask and wash the mud that concealed the true colour of your hair. If it was the last thing you could do then so be it. You mustered what energy you had left before your vision blacks out and the cold surface of the snowy ground cushions your face.

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Cregan catches a messenger raven gracefully on his arm. It was important to stay informed while being on the road. There was a commotion at the back of their caravan as they prepare to leave. The young lord of Winterfell unfurls the message, updating him on the events in the capital.

"King Viserys is dead, they've crowned Prince Aegon. Prince Aemond is traveling south. The Princess y/n is missing."

"Seven hells..." He mutters to himself, shocked at the turn of events. The commotion continues at the back of the convoy. "My lord, young master Rickon is missing!" One of the ladies looking after his boy yelled in panic. Cregan immediately snaps into action.

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Little Rickon lets out a gasp as he walks by the river, spotting something that piqued his interest. He crouches next to your unconscious body by the river, eyes filled with wonder as he looks at the silver-white hair on your head, sprawled over the snow. "The Snow Fairy!" He whispers to himself.

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"Rickon!" His father loudly bellows from the top of the slope. Rickon looks up and excitedly waves at his father, completely innocent of what is happening. The rest of the company lets out a collective sigh of relief seeing the young master.

Rickon jumps excitedly from where he crouched next to you as he sees his father make his way to him. Despite the displeased scowl on Cregan's face, Rickon beckons him to come to the other side of the river. "Father, I found the Snow Fairy! Come quick, you must kiss her so that she can grant us a wish! Quickly, quickly!"

Cregan sighs at his little boy's idea. Perhaps he has been spending too much time reading fairytales. "Come, Rickon. We have to get back home. I have several things to attend to." He balances himself on the rocks, crossing the river to get to his son when he notices what the boy has been talking about.

A woman was laying unconscious by the river. He almost missed it because her hair and her clothes almost match the snow. Her skin was so pale that he feared the worst.

The Lord of Winterfell quickly picks up his son, crouching down to get a better look at the body. "It's the Snow Fairy, Father!" The boy excitedly stomps his feet as he is wrapped in his father's warmth.

Cregan reaches out to sweep your hair aside to reveal your face. The princess y/n Targaryen. Cregan touches your forehead and is relieved to find a little warmth there. He quickly unclasps his coat to drape it over you before effortlessly picking up your limp body. He calls for one of his men to pick up Rickon, and commands another to prepare to resume the travel home.

The trip back to Winterfell was uneventful. The Princess Y/n who was still unconscious, was being attended to by the two ladies who were looking after Rickon, who continued to babble about fairies and granting wishes.

As they reached the large and imposing northern castle, the lord dismissed the welcome party and instead asked to have maesters fetched for the princess.

------ The first thing you felt was warmth. You felt several layers of fur on top of you, and then the crackling fire. It was dark. Oh, your eyes were closed. Ow, your abdomen hurts. And then you recall your last memory. You jolt at the thought, causing your muscles to spasm on your bruised, probably broken rib.

Opening your eyes, you squint at the dull sunlight from behind the glass window. You were in an unfamiliar room, a fireplace roaring to one side of it. To your left there sat a little boy, sulking and crossing his little arms over his chest. His youthful blue-grey gaze notices the movement in your head, and then he lets out a little gasp.

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Cregan exits the room along with the ladies and maesters attending to you. He had debated sending a raven to your mother, Queen Alicent, but decided he should speak to you first. It has been two days since you were brought to Winterfell and you still hadn't woken. Cregan almost stumbles in the hallway when his son catches him exiting the guest room, starting again with his fantasy. "Rickon, enough. I don't want to hear you talk about enchanted women-" "fairies! You must kiss her, Father! She will grant us a wish!" The boy interrupts his father. "...and I want you back to your lessons right now. No more excuses." Cregan strictly instructs his son and returns to his study to resume his duties.

Rickon squats at the hallway, scowling at his father's back. He doesn't want to go back to his lessons, he wants to see the Snow Fairy. so he does. The steel doorknob clicks at the wooden jamb as his little hands push the heavy wood. He pushes himself through the tiny gap and sits next to the bed. The Snow Fairy was still sleeping. Why won't his father just kiss her? That way she could wake up and grant him his wish. Rickon faces your sleeping form and then closes his eyes. "Snow Fairy, Snow Fairy, please grant my wish!" he pleads under his breath. "... Snow Fairy, I wish for a mother who would look after me, and read me fairytales whenever father is away. I also want a little sister, but it's alright if I can't have that now. Please Snow Fairy!"

Rickon slowly opens an eye, stealing a peek, and then huffs. You remained asleep. He needs to find someone to kiss you first.

And then, you draw a heavy breath, eyes beginning to move under your lids. Your head moves slightly from side to side. Another pained breath escapes your lips.

Rickon gasps and then yells: "Snow Fairy!" "...what?" You look at the kid sitting on your bedside, your head and your injured side still throbbing. "You're the Snow Fairy! Are you going to grant my wish?!" He jumps from his seat and bounces around the room, almost knocking over a table full of tonics and bandages. Someone, probably this kid's mom, must've come to patch you up. "Hey, little boy, where's your mother?" Your hoarsely spoke, slowly sitting up in bed. "You're supposed to give me one, silly!" The kid giggles. "o..okay?" He was cute but everything was so confusing to you at the moment. "Hey, come here, what's your name?" You beckon the little boy over as you reach for the glass of water on your bedside. "My name is Rickon Stark of Winterfell!" He practically yelled in excitement. Stark? Winterfell?! You didn't make it anywhere near Winterfell when you passed out. Just then, the doors to the chamber you were in opened fully. In comes a young imposing man, ready to scold the child messing about, but he notices you.

"P-Princess y/n!" He stutters. His eyes are deep grey, a little like the Rickon's. "We were starting to worry about you not waking." He smiled gently. He had a beautiful smile. You wanted to keep looking at him but he turns away when he picked up the boy and brought him out of the room. He comes back though, apologizing for his boy's commotion. "I am Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell." he stands next to the bed as maesters and ladies enter the room to check on you. "Do you remember anything, Princess?" He notes the confusion on your face. You knew Lord Stark. His wife had passed away a few years ago, leaving him with a son. Rickon.

"Yes, I... I'm sorry, how long was I out, Lord Stark?" "Two days." Cregan notices the alarm in your lilac eyes. "Don't worry, we didn't inform anyone else of your presence here. I wanted to speak to you first before writing to your mother." Ah, how kind of him. Unless you were being held hostage here. Your demeanour must've changed abruptly, and Cregan notices. "Please focus on getting better, you may ask the maidservants for anything you need. You are welcome to stay here for as long as you need. We can talk about your... predicament, once you're fully healed." He smiles wider this time, and it's making your heart race. You're suddenly worried about how messy you must look right now.

"Just one question, Lord Stark..." You call out to him after he gives you a small bow. "Why did your son call me a... Snow Fairy?" Cregan laughs with his entire chest. It was a marvelous sight and you wanted to make him laugh more. "Please pay him no mind, he's mistaken your beauty for a fairy." He reassures. "Although I wouldn't blame him, you are indeed very beautiful." Cregan grins. You find yourself overwhelmed by the attention, at the same time craving for more of it.

"I hope for your speedy recovery, Princess Y/n." He gives you a low nod and leaves the room. -------------

Days pass and your health is gradually restored, with the help of the maids who took care of you. Rickon rarely visits you in the guest chambers, but you notice him sneaking a peek at the windows or whenever the doors are left open. He must’ve been instructed to not disturb you. Noticing the child’s interest in you, you approach him one afternoon when you were taking a walk.

Compared to the excitement he showed when you first saw him, he is currently very silent and well-behaved. You were expecting a lot of questions but he just looked at you with wonder and curiosity in his eyes.

“I thank you for helping me, young Rickon.” You begin, attempting a conversation.“You’re welcome, Princess Y/n” He answers. He doesn’t call you Snow Fairy anymore, and somehow it made you sad.“Is there anything you’d like to ask me, Rickon?” You ask after a few beats of awkward silence. His beautiful blue-grey eyes are uncertain but decides to go for it:

“Would you like to kiss my Father, Princess Y/n?”

----------------------- a/n: ok so this one has a LOT of sequel potential, right? Part 2 - The Wolf Prince

#cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #hotd x reader #cregan stark x y/n

[frankcastleonlyfans]

Daemons other kids get jealous of the bond between him and alyssa and they come to their mother for reassurance therefore Daemon finds out they feel this way and reassures them aswell? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader

similar ask: "Do the kids not get jealous of how Daemon treats Alyssa compared to them? imagine them crying to they’re mom about it" – anon

warnings: child neglect ☠️, sorry i swear daemon doesn't do it on purpose, he's not a bad father, alyssa is for him what rhaenyra is for viserys, HIS ONLY CHILD ☠️☠️, reader is a good mother tho, baddest mom in westeros, this is a domestic scenario that i wrote thinking about my girl @holy-minseok prompts that she send me on a ask one day

author's note: hii 🧋nonnie, i'm SO SORRY that it took me SO LONG to work on this, but here i am trying to remind daemon that he has other kids. AND ALSO, the start of this is based on that scene between elizabeth and philip where they talk about their favorite between their children (season 4 and episode 4 of the crown). i'll write another one just for daemon and the boys.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you like my work, and enjoy your reading.

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During one of your rare alone moments with your husband, you decided to open up about something that happened to you today.

"Something funny happened today." You mentioned, as you braid your hair, getting ready for bed.

Daemon glanced at you, as he stripped the bed sheets, "Really?"

"Yeah, I was talking to Rhaenyra about motherhood, and she described Lucerys as her favorite child."

Daemon frowned, trying to understand your point with that subject. "Is that interesting?"

"The way she said it was, without equivocation or thought. Who would do that?" You explained, watching Daemon from his reflection in the mirror in front of you. "Openly admit to preferring one child to another."

"Any honest parent." Daemon retorted.

"What?"

As your fingers stopped dancing on your hair, you turned your back to the mirror to face your husband, who now sat on the edge of the bed, facing you.

"Any honest parent would admit to having a favorite."

"Who's our favorite?" You asked.

"My favorite or your favorite?"

"Is it different?" You frowned.

Daemon nodded, "I'd say so, yes."

"All right, you first. Who's yours?"

Of course you knew the answer to that already, you were not blind. And frankly, Daemon never did much to hide his favoritism.

"Alyssa." He answered, without any hesitation.

You gasped, "You said that alarmingly quickly."

"Because it didn't require thought." The prince shrugged.

"Daemon!"

"And your favorite is..."

"I don't know." You stated, confused.

"Liar!" He accused.

"It's true! I really don't know."

"Your lack of self-knowledge sometimes is breathtaking."

"On balance, I'd say that was an asset." You affirmed.

"Well, do tell me if you discover who's your favorite." He said, getting off to bed.

Daemon had been out all morning, flying with Caraxes around King's Landing.

Alyssa wanted to go with him, but the boys started to complain that they wanted to go as well.

You had to make an intervention, otherwise Daemon would had taken Alyssa and left the boys behind.

So there you were, at the yard tent, drinking tea and embroidering, while watching Maegon and Rhaegon playing with wooden swords.

Alyssa was also trying embroidery, but the amount of times she had stuck her finger on the needle showed her lack of skills.

"May I please retreat myself? I'd like to go to the library." Alyssa asked, clearly annoyed that she wasn't in the skies with her father.

"Yes, darling, go on. Have a good reading." You smiled, sipping on your tea.

Dealing with Alyssa was quite complicated, because she was so much like Daemon.

And she was a woman, which made it even worse.

You were the only one who could tame Daemon. He would do anything for you.

But unfortunately, he was the only one who could tame her.

You honestly felt sorry for the poor soul who would have to learn how to control her someday, otherwise, your daughter would remain single forever.

That's probably Daemon's dream come true.

When they felt tired, the boys finally came to sit with you under the tent.

Maegon sat on your right, placing his little hand on your baby bump.

Rhaegon came behind you, giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

Although he was getting bigger with everyday that passed, Rhaegon never stopped giving you little surprise kisses.

"I'm sorry you couldn't go dragonride with your father today." You gave them a reassuring kiss.

"It's okay. We just wanted to spend some time with him." Maegon muttered, bitting on an apple.

"I mean, it's unfair that he spends most of his free time with Alyssa. He's only with us on the training yard, and that's only when Cole is unavailable and father feels like picking on Aemond and Aegon." Rhaegon blurted out.

You felt hurt that your own children felt neglected by their father.

Honestly, it almost sickened you. But you knew Daemon didn't do it on purpose, that's just the way he is.

You could tame him, not change him.

"I'm sorry you feel this way, son. Both of you." You caressed Rhaegon's short hair. He looked like a young painted image of his father.

"It's okay, mom, really. Alyssa spends a lot of time with father, which means we got a lot time with you. I wouldn't trade this for anything else." Maegon smiled, his violet eyes glowing with love.

"Same. Dad couldn't understand us like you do." Rhaegon took your hand in his, the one that caressed his scalp.

You knew you had no preference between your boys.

But you saw that between them and your little girl, who you're supposed to have a stronger connection with – since you're both women –, you couldn't question that you'd rather be with your sons.

A thousand times, you would rather be with your boys.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader headcanons #🧋 anon

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Raging Fire

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!reader

Summary: Your Uncle has betrothed you to the King's brother, and when you meet, you are not at all what he expects.

Word Count: 1,320

A/N: Daemon intrigued me so I felt the need to write this. Depending on the response, I may continue it. We'll see *shrug* Enjoy! 😊 And don't forget to leave a comment below! They're how I'm going to determine if I continue 😘

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“Lord Corlys, please. See sense.”

Not even bothering to hide his scoff, the Lord in question side-eyed the King before looking ahead as he gruffly responded.

“See sense? Let us be clear, your Highness. I saw sense when I agreed to your marriage with my daughter. It was you who insulted my house after you chose to marry the Hightower girl instead.”

Knowing this was a truth that could not be avoided, King Viserys dropped his eyes to the table. He reclined back into his chair and raised a hand to rub his temple as he gave a deep sigh.

“I can see how my…choices might have been a slight against your family. What can the crown do to make up for its actions?”

Lord Corlys simply glanced back to the King in order to gauge the sincerity of his offer.

Upon seeing the man look back at him in earnest, the renowned sailor put a hand to his chin in thought.

After taking a moment to contemplate what to ask for, Lord Corlys began to speak.

“Your brother’s marriage recently came to an end, did it not?”

Not seeing where he was going with this, Viserys hesitatingly replied.

“Yes, it ended with the death of his wife, Lady Royce.”

With that confirmation, a small sly smile joined the expression on the Sea Snake’s face.

“Excellent. Then I have the perfect match in mind.”

However, before he could continue speaking, the King interjected.

“Now hold on a moment. Are you suggesting we betroth your daughter to my brother?” 

As Viserys thought about such a union, he could not see it being very successful with Laena at such a young age in comparison to Daemon.

Chuckling lightly, Lord Corlys waved off such an idea.

“Not at all. What I am proposing is a marriage between your brother and my niece since it is high time she was settled.”

As Viserys allowed his surprise to show, the other man continued.

“Prince Daemon showed great strength and character while we fought together in the Stepstones. I can think of no one better to take the hand of my niece.”

As the King’s surprise turned into confusion, he asked,

“But who is your niece? For I have surely never heard of her.”

“That is because she has been absent from court in order to follow in the footsteps of her Uncle.”

Still confused, his Majesty gestured for the Lord to continue his explanation.

“Her parents were lost to us when she was at a young age and has been living with my family and I ever since. As a high-born dragonrider, she is a woman that holds more power than most.” 

The Lord said with a reflective look in his eyes, 

“Being the sole heir to her family’s estate, as well as Commander of my fleet in my absence, she has a raging fire burning in her that could only possibly be tamed by a dragon. I believe your brother can be that dragon.”

Caught up on one particular aspect of his explanation, the King incredulously said,

“Your niece is in charge of your fleet?”

Lord Corlys’ smirk was proud as he responded,

“Yes, she has a strategist’s mind, so I rely on her counsel often. It only makes sense that she is the one to lead them when I cannot.”

As Viserys thought on all that had been told to him, he found himself eventually nodding in acquiescence.

“Very well. We shall betroth them to one another so that there may be peace between our two houses."

Pleased, Lord Corlys nodded as he stood from the table and said,

“Then I shall inform my niece of her impending nuptials.”

“The girl is here?” asked the King.

“She arrives in a fortnight, but I will write to her today.”

Lord Corlys replied before giving his thanks, bowing, and exiting the room.

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The cool feel of the crisp wind whipped about you viciously.

But as you flew through the air on the back of your beloved dragon, it was like you did not even feel the cold.

All you ever felt when you were up this high, was free.

After flying a few circles around the city to enjoy such a feeling a bit longer, you began your descent.

As you neared the Red Keep, you could see a small group of people gathered near the landing area.

Once your dragon touched ground, you took your time in dismounting from your saddle.

After your feet were on solid rock, you turned to make your way to what looked like a welcoming party.

As you approached, it was Lord Corlys who stepped forward to greet you with his arms held out.

“Ah, my beautiful niece. Welcome to King’s Landing.”

Having not seen him in a few months, your smile was bright as you made your way into his paternal embrace. 

“Uncle!” You exclaimed with obvious joy before pulling away. He took both of your hands in his as you said, “It gladdens my heart to see you once again.”

The smile on his face was affectionate as he took a step back in order to take you in.

“I am grateful to see you as well. Even if it is not in proper court attire.” He finished with a teasing note.

Looking down to see the leather trousers and tunic you were clothed in, you could not help smirking as you looked back to his eyes and replied,

“Well, one cannot properly ride a dragon if they are dressed in proper attire, can they Uncle?”

His sigh was fond when he said,

“No, I suppose they cannot.”

After you both shared one last smile, you each turned toward the rest of the welcoming party who had been watching your interaction.

“My King, may I present my Lady niece, Commander of my fleet, and heir to High Tide.”

With a bow of your head, you said,

“Your Majesty, you and your family honor me with your presence.”

You then made sure to smile at him, his young wife, his heir, and his brother. Though, your eyes lingered when they landed on the Prince.

You held each other’s gaze for a moment before he began to speak.

But it was only after he finished asking his question that you realized he was not talking to you.

“Does she even speak High Valyrian?”

He had looked toward his brother as he spoke in the tongue he was inquiring about, so he did not see your smile grow wider at his condescending tone.

It was only when you said,

“She does. Though if you wanted to know, you could have asked her yourself.”

That the man known as the Rogue Prince glanced back to you with poorly concealed surprise.

Smirking to yourself, you forgot about the rest of your audience as you took a few steps in his direction until you were standing directly across from him.

In the Common Tongue, you simply said,

“I presume you are my betrothed.”

The prince merely clasped his hands behind his back before giving a single nod to your question.

With a hum, you continued talking.

“Then allow me to give you a word of warning: I have been underestimated my whole life. I caution you against making the same mistake.”

And allowed the kind smile to remain on your face, before turning back to the rest of the party.

“Now, it has been a long journey. Might I be shown where I will be staying?”

Sensing the tension growing between you and Daemon as he continued to openly stare at you after you dismissed him without a backward glance, the Queen was quick to say,

“Of course.”

Before leading you inside.

And as you followed after her, you could not stop the pleased smile from growing on your lips as you felt the stare of your future husband burning into your back.

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#daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targeryan #hotd #daemon targaryen x black!reader

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ROUND 1 MATCH 51

Yuuma propaganda:

“he can be yuor everything <3

im not even kidding like he has taken on so many different roles he can be your dream man (horse?) whatever your type is

he has

-won a race for you

-gone skiing with you

-gone to the beach with you (he can surf)

-offered you his scarf when it was cold

-rescued you from trouble (multiple occasions)

-fought his rival for you (another horse with a handsome human face)

-fed you asparagus (homemade)

-gotten a job in construction

-become a rockstar (dedicated a song to you and let you live your wattpad fanfic life)

all this i listed off the top of my head. theres probably more he has done but i just cant remember

hes very talented and treats you right ✓ experience rapturous love today”

Maxwell propaganda:

“First of all he’s a silly goofy guy AND he’s extremely loyal and will always have your back. Within hours of meeting you, he decides his family will sponsor you in the competition to become the crown prince’s bride. He falls in love with you along the way, never expecting you’d choose him, the younger brother of a bankrupted duke, over the prince himself. Maxwell supports you through scandals and assassination attempts, eventually facing down his own father Barthelemy to protect you and your child from the former duke’s scheming. All this on top of the years he spent providing for his brother’s ex and her secret son, keeping them both safe and out of harm’s way simply because he cared. He’s always thinking of his friends, making them laugh and eagerly joining their crazy plans without ever expecting anything in return. His smile hides a sensitive side, a man who lost his mother at a young age and overcame body-image issues, yet still holds insecurities about his value to others. Maxwell is a sweetheart who always tries to do the right thing, and I still think about him years after playing The Royal Romance series.

Okay so it's a mobile gacha game, let's get that out of the way. BUT LISTEN. 

The premise of the story is that the MC is a regular waitress in New York, when a foreign prince and his friends come to her table as a way to have a bachelor party for the prince who will soon have to choose a woman to marry in a The Bachelor -type of contest. MC and the prince hit it off pretty well and one of his friends, Maxwell, decides to throw in his lot with the MC, since the house the future queen is from gets a lot of perks and his family is Broke. MC goes along bc her job sucks ass and she figures why not.

BUT THEN! As the competition progresses, the MC spends a lot of time with the prince and other nobles, yes, but also with Maxwell. And Maxwell is a clown-type comic relief character for most of the time, but also genuinely sweet and considerate, and very much on the same wavelength with the equal goofball MC. What for me personally changed the game was when MC and Maxwell dance at a ball together, and the MC can say that there's no one they'd rather dance with than Maxwell. I myself chose that in a completely platonic bestie way. But he gets a bit panicky and says to be careful not to let anyone hear things like that when MC is in the running for the hand of the prince so that no one gets any wrong ideas! And I went "....ideas? 👀"

“Unlike other romancable characters, Maxwell isn't romancable until book 2 (the previous scene is in book 1, each book ~20 chapters), and unlike other romance options, you really have to have your eyes set on him in order to unlock his route, and ohhh it's so worth it! The set-up of falling for the person who brought you there to marry someone else, to choose the jester when you were meant to have the king.... exquisite. 

The dynamic between MC and Maxwell is so fun and full of genuine affection, and while other characters can dismiss Maxwell as an unserious clown, MC is very much characterised by the dialogue as Getting him and loving to express joy in life the same way he does. When MC and Maxwell can finally marry, it feels like they're really choosing their best friend to spend their lives with and are so excited about it.

I know this wrestles in a league multiple times smaller than many of the other combatants, but the Maxwell romance in genuinely one of my favourites in any video game. Give him a chance!”

#Yuuma #My Horse Prince #Maxwell Beaumont #Playchoices #The Royal Romance #choices the royal romance #Round 1 #MDDC 2

[bruciemilf]

wait I have got to hear your thoughts on bruce being lottie!!

Rewatching Princess and The Frog has got me in a chokehold! But basically, the AU as of now;

It's a well established, well know, well respected fact from the White House to the Bayou; If you ain't Wayne rich, you ain't rich at all.

But you won't catch Thomas Wayne bragging and boosting and yapping about hot cars, or big mansions, or pearly white yachts.

Thomas' pride and joy is one tiny, fawn eyed, overly energetic boy that made Gotham collectively swoon.

"And I want a princess when I grows up!" Bruce is just prancing around in his pink prince costume, adjusting a paper crown that Alfred made, " Or a prince! Can you get me a prince, papa?"

"You know the deal, Bruce; You wish it, daddy grands it; Ain't that right, Martha?"

Martha Kent chuckles in that warm, knowing way of hers. Her friend is infamous for the way he spoils his boy. But the Waynes are good people. And not just because they keep her farm afloat.

"Yeah, you're good on that front. But you know, sweetheart; It doesn't matter if you marry a prince or princess. As long as they make you smile, that's all that matters."

Lois, just a bit older than Bruce, makes a disgusted noise, " I don't want no prince or princess. I just want Princess money."

Bruce squeals, " But a PRINCE. I'd love to marry a Prince. We'd have a big big wedding and the sweetest cake in the world, and everyone would have fun, -- Clark! You gonna be at my wedding, right?"

Clark, dressed up in his blue overalls and paper sword, to fit the knight Bruce always calls him, nods, with a smile that doesn't match his words, " Course I will, Bruce. If you'll have me."

Now. Bruce is so very good at forging fantasies. But when a princess from a far away island rumoured to be populated entirely by women comes into town, it doesn't look like make believe at all.

"Women only? Lucky."

Lois doesn't have the time for dreams; She's a bonafide, concise, straight to the point realist. Taking truth by the throat and brings it to light.

And often enough, truth isn't pretty. And ugly truth, as Parry said, right before booting her right out of her job, doesn't sell.

Luckily, Clark's folks were nice enough to give her a delivery job cause Clark can't drive worth a damn. Still. If she's gonna watch him contain another dreamy sigh for Bruce, she'll blow chunks.

"Did you see her in them papers?! That's the prettiest woman I ever did see!"

Mr. Wayne growls behind his newspaper (that Lois could've written better than fucking JIMMY) and Bruce doubles down, " Um. After mama."

Mr Thomas smiles. "Hm. Guess you're finally getting that princess, huh, Brucie?"

Even in adulthood, Bruce squeals like a strangled kitten, " Where's Clark? Can't have the perfect wedding without the perfect best man!" Lois bites her lip and stacks up the peaches in Mrs. Wayne's Cafe.

After all these years, she just refuses to let that old place go. Lois has to respect that. Martha gives her a sympathetic look, warms her up with a mother's love. " How's work, Lo?"

"It's work, Mrs. Wayne. Thank you for that big order for the masquerade ball. At this point, you're the only ones keeping that farm alive..."

"Give those apples some credit," she winks, but squeezes Lois' hand, " If you ever need anything..."

"Thank you. But I don't take handouts."

"Pride won't buy you food, honey. But I guess I gotta wait for you to open your own newspaper. Then I'll make you rich. You'll see."

Bruce is just hugging and squeezing on Clark's arm, ranting a mile a minute about his wedding colors, his cake flavor, the honeymoon, all while nuzzling Clark's toned arm.

And Clark does what he does best; Hide behind a smile.

Alfred sighs, " If he wasn't mine, I'd whack that boy's head with a pan."

"You'll do no such thing, or so help me!"

"Save it for the after party, Tommy dear," Martha chuckles, " But I gotta understand, -- this Diana lady's making waves. I never even seen a woman talk to the mayor before. Let alone yell at 'Im."

"That's cause Tommy Elliot only wants women under his desk," A roll of the eye, a coil of disgust fanning resentment In her gut, Lois takes the box. "Sides, little miss princess probably ain't better than he is. "

The problem with always looking back is you're never ready for the forward.

When Lois bumps up in something tall, solid, and warm, she thinks its Clark. Except neither she or Clark smell like vanilla ice cream and clean air and blue oceans.

Clark certainly doesn't have long, majestic hair gracefully dancing in the winds. He doesn't have blood red lips, or strong blue eyes.

Clark's eyes were summer sky blue. Not a blue Medusa herself couldn't stone.

And he certainly doesn't make her heart stop with a smirk.

"Well," Diana Fucking Prince says, voice satin and velvet, "I don't know about being a better. But I could change your mind about that."

#dc #bruce wayne #clark kent #lois lane #dc comics #superbat #diana prince #diana of themyscira #lois x diana #basically diana goes undercover as a civilian to see how the mayor treats his citizens or maybe shes running from something and lois #has to help take your pic!!! #text #text post #also bruce has little babies!! jay and dickie ^^ lois employes their help to stop wonderbat from happening bc clearly CLARK should marry #the princess and save the farm #jay isnt down!! she wants the cool lady as his mom! and dick wants uncle clark as his dad!

[dangermousie]

When an episode opens this way, you know things are either go really glorious or really dark. And this drama does both. But before we plunge into horror, it gives the characters this moment of grace. I especially love when you see her hand on his back, next to the wound he got saving her.

And the voiceover, which combines the scene where they are closest with their talking about their most painful, separated time..

The way her eyes shine watching him sleep.

All that tenderness...

And that moment of grace is over as quickly as it came. JH finding out the Crown Prince is refusing to bring back captives - despite his cynicism and his experience, there is something incorrigibly naive about goodness and hope in JH. But also he got to know CP and he thought he could trust him a little. He does not know that CP cannot bring them back because the mad king views those miserable women, farmers and children as some sort of potential rebel army.

And things get worse - when JH gets them back regardless, they are ambushed and most of them are killed or wounded. People who survived captivity in enemy country, killed by their own, on orders of a paranoid madman. (I don't think anyone realized how far the King is gone - CP didn't want them back to save himself; not even he thought the King would order them massacred, and those who did not either die or make it back to China taken for torture and execution.)

The scenes of JH in the torture chambers - that vivid intelligence and strong will at the end of its rope - ouch!

The bit when he's barely conscious but still grabs her ring, my heart!!!

And I love that her ring is what saves him because she sees his slack hand drop it, when he's being taken out as one of the pile of corpses. Their love is their salvation, again.

The way she finds him (the fact she's in the palace in the first place is to look for him), the way she hides among the corpses, smearing herself with his blood, the way she brains the guard. THIS WOMAN IS EVERYTHING!!! (And I love that this time she rescues him.)

But also what a contrast that embrace at the end of the episode - on a pile of bodies, with him brutalized and dying - to the way the episode opened.

That line from Song of Solomon comes to mind: Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.

Switching gears entirely, I want to talk about the prince and king. I honestly love how upright both the prince and his wife are. She begs him to save himself and not plead for the captives (once he found out they crossed and were killed or taken to be tortured) but while he knows danger, he goes anyway.

And she goes with him. She may not care about his cause, or at least not as much as she cares about him, but she will follow him. (Seems pretty historically accurate for So Hyeon's Crown Princess and ultimately her doom.)

In an episode full of amazing scenes, my favorite is actually none of the rest of them but the scene between Crown Prince and his mad father. The way CP begs and the King cannot understand but suspects him more not just because he's paranoid but because he fundamentally cannot imagine someone caring for peasants (or for anyone not their dear self), not really. He cannot understand his son because they do not inhabit the same moral universe.

The way SH tries, tries SO HARD even as you see him realize his father is unreachable, even as he knows that jeopardizes his own life.

There is no hope there. (And the tragic thing is the King, paranoid and selfish and monstrous as he is, loves his son. He views not executing him as a kind act of love. My God!)

#kdrama #my dearest #ahn eun jin #nam goong min

[tangledbea]

My Tangled/Bridgerton AU ideas that no one asked for

Rapunzel and Madame Gothel

The daughter of an extremely successful merchant (yes, she's getting a downgrade, can't just have princesses running around everywhere), Rapunzel's mother died in childbirth, and her father died of a broken heart shortly thereafter. Fortunately, the woman who was hired to be her nanny and governess was there to step in immediately, caring for the girl like she was her own.

Rapunzel is raised by Madame Gothel, who she calls Mamá, and is hidden from society for the majority of her life and carefully cultivated to be the Diamond of society upon her debut, which will raise her own status on the ton when they all see how flawless her “daughter” is. Rapunzel is beautiful, demure, regal, elegant, talented… everything a man could want as a prize. Now, if only Gothel could wed her off to royalty and secure her own status forever…

Before her debut, Rapunzel was rarely seen in public, though she could often be glimpsed in her window on the top floor of her house. When she was allowed out in public, she was made to wear wide-brimmed hats, keep her head down, and carry a parasol. Gothel wanted to prove she had a daughter while cultivating mystery about her, so that her debut would be a big reveal to the ton and the world. Because of this, Rapunzel was raised alone, without friends, though she spent a lot of her time in the window watching the people below. When they weren’t in London, they were at their country estate, Der Sonne Manor, with sprawling grounds and little staff, who were under severe threat to never speak of the girl when they happened to catch sight of her.

Though Rapunzel is barely interested in most of the men whose eye she catches, she knows her job is to catch a husband. Against Gothel’s desires, she wishes to find someone interested in her, and not just her beauty and status. She hates suppressing her entire personality and hiding her quirkier interests, but she does what she’s told, lest she risk her mother’s wrath.

Unbeknownst to Rapunzel, Gothel murdered her father when she was an infant after securing that she would have access to Rapunzel's inheritance in order to raise her properly. She took advantage of his broken heart, manipulating him to sign legal documentation before killing him. Though the exact cause of his death is not confirmed, there are those who speculate that Gothel had something to do with it.

Eugene Fitzherbert and King Edmund of Umbra

There was treachery afoot in Umbra when Eugene (Prince Horace) was but a baby. King Edmund sent his only child away for his own protection, but the trusted maid he sent him with was killed en route to a safe location. Suspecting she was being tracked down, she left the baby on a stoop. The people who lived there were unable to care for him, and so took him to the local orphanage, where he grew up under the name Eugene Fitzherbert, and never knowing his lineage.

Growing up poor, Eugene longed for a life of wealth and adventure, envious of the nobles who dallied in the richer parts of town. Knowing that there was little to no future for an orphan, he took to stealing and conning to give himself even a fraction of the life he wanted.

He became jaded over time, convinced that the world was hard and cruel, and that he'd never know anything else. And yet, when he was 25, he was abruptly rediscovered by his birth father, who announced his lineage and brought him back home to be the Crown Prince.

Eugene (who refuses to go by Horace) is at something of a loss. This is the life he has always wanted, and yet he has no idea how to actually live it.

Lance Strongbow

Lance grew up in the orphanage with Eugene, and they were best friends, learning to steal and con together. However, their paths diverged in their late teens, and while Lance didn't know what became of his friend, he set his own sights on being such a convincing conman that even the nobles wouldn't know the difference.

He slowly and gradually worked his way up in subtle ways, until he hatched his major plan. The Baron of Vardaros is a man who has not made a public appearance for decades. The last Lance heard, he'd made his way to America and was never coming back. And so, Lance took his name and title, and has begun passing himself off as the current Baron of Vardaros.

He is a rake, spending his time at the club with other men and enjoying the marriage season because he gets much attention from fawning young ladies who are hoping to catch a rich, titled husband. In truth, he gets a huge thrill out of knowing that he is a fraud, and that no one around him is any the wiser.

Little does he know, the true Baron of Vardaros is soon to catch wind of his identity theft, and will want his revenge.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Rapunzel #Eugene Fitzherbert #Lance Strongbow #King Edmund #Mother Gothel #TTS #Crossovers

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

I’m so glad you reblogged that post about asking about your fics because I have so many questions!

In the stepdaughter/daemon fics you write how do you imagine their lives would go once viserys dies?

Would the dance still happen the same way?

Would rhaenyra use her authority as queen to annul stepdaughters marriage? Would she take some sort of revenge on stepdaughter for ‘stealing’ her husband? If she does try to get back at stepdaughter would daemon kill her? If he does how would that affect the rest of their family? Whose side would stepdaughters brothers pick? The young ones are easily manipulated but luke and jace are old enough to have their own opinions. In a serious lethal conflict between rhaenyra and stepdaughter, would they pick their mother or their sister?

Since the relationship between stepdaughter and the greens seems more positive than the relationship between rhaenyra and the greens, would the greens agree to stepdaughter being queen? Would jace bend the knee to his younger sister?

This is getting long so I’ll save the rest of my questions for a different time

Now this would be interesting, if Viserys passed away and reader was Rhaenyra's eldest many would probably question if she would have her daughter as her heir considering she married her husband and they do not have a good relationship but also Rhaenyra would be considered a hypocrite if she were to pass the throne to Jacaerys after her. I believe the dance would still happen, the greens would still attempt to steal the throne and maybe this war could amend a little of the relationship between Rhaenyra and her daughter, they would bother mourn Lucaerys and reader would be very much down to help in the war either on dragonback or by giving strategies. The greens would ratehr die than see Rhaenyra or her offsprings on the throne, as long as Alicent and Otto are alive they would do their absolute best to not let that happen, Otto married Alicent to Viserys to get his own blood on the throne.

After Rhaenyra takes the throne, I doubt she would try to annul the marriage between Daemon (If he were to survive) and her daughter (Also if she were to survive). First of all she would fear Daemon's wrath, he is not called the rogue prince for nothing and he was unpredictable. Secondly since her relationship with her daughter improved they would build some kind of rhythm or harmony with each other and be more at peace with the idea of sharing a husband.

But if she were to actually annul the marriage between her daughter and Daemon (if they were not married in the ways of Old Valyria which can not be annulled) after the war then I see Daemon just taking his young wife and their children and just leaving. He would grow tired after the war and let's not forget his age as well by the time. Reader would defiantly agree with him and would leave with him and their children and he would a hundred percent marry the reader in the ways of Old Valyria so Rhaenyra then cannot push them apart and maybe then he would return to the Keep but after ensuring that he could keep reader by his side.

Jacaerys would be torn between the two, one is the woman who birthed him and raised him while the other was his sister that he grew alongside of and protected. He probably would try to be the voice of reason, the peace maker and probably the messenger between the two women. Rhaenyra was not heartless and she would use Jacaerys as way to get information on her daughter and her grandchildren like their wellbeing and she would probably grow worried if she were to hear one of them got sick but try to hide it but by then Jacaerys would see the weak spot and he defiantly would cease the opportunity and try to make amends between the two.

But if Daemon would go all rogue and instead kill Rhaenyra instead of taking the hard way out then the first thing he does after marrying the reader in the ways of Old Valyria would be crowning her queen after her mother. Even if that started a war with Jacaerys or Lucaerys (If he were to survive Aemond). He would fight his wife's war happily to protect her and their children. I think he would also keep Aegon and Viserys close, they were his sons after all, and would insist they were to be raised with reader's children and defiantly manipulate them to think Jacaerys or Lucaerys were evil and wanted to harm their family. Jace and Luce would think their sister was in danger and try to save her from Daemon but if she showed that she was on Daemon's side then they would not bend the knee for her to show mercy but if she did show that she was being forced into this by Daemon then they would do their best to save her and her children.

Your questions are very welcome and you can send as many as you wish. ❤️

#house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon aemond #hotd aegon #house targaryen #house of the dragon #aegon the second #daemon angst #aegon ii #daemon x oc #daemon targaryen #daemon imagine #daemon fanfic #daemon fic #daemon fluff #daemon smut #daemon targeryan #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #daemon x you #rhaenyra x oc #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra imagine #rhaenyra fanfiction #rhaenyra fanfic #game of thrones fic #game of thrones #jaenera targaryen #jacaerys imagine #hotd jacaerys

[whippersnappersbookworm]

Inaidhal[Chapter-5]

Bhognohridoy (broken hearted)

Collab with @harinishivaa

Poonkuzhali was exhausted, she was tired of waiting and peeping around to get a glimpse of her Ponniyin Selvan. Since the day the Kodambalur illavarasi had arrived, Poonkuzhali hasn't dared to go near him. She was afraid of witnessing something that could break her heart into a million pieces. Although she had seen the aforementioned women roaming around the Vihara, taking care of Arulmozhi ,tending to his wounds.She was curious about this woman who apparently is going to marry her, Ponniyin Selvan.

Vanathi was exactly like she imagined, beautiful, graceful and petite. Just like a so- called perfect princess should be. Jealousy filled Poonkuzhali's heart even with the very mention of her name. What was so special about her? Why does everyone think that she is his perfect match? Will she ever be able to understand him or protect him from the dangers of the world like she did? Does she even care?

No, she does. As much as Poonkuzhali wants to ignore it, she knows in her subconscious mind that Vanathi cares about Arulmolzhi. She had seen her sitting beside his side looking at him like he was the only thing in this universe. Vanathi's love for him was pure and beautiful, maybe much stronger than hers?

"No!" Poonkuzhali stabbed her knife into the wooden pillar as the very thought entered her mind.

" No no it can't be , her love can never be stronger than mine!"

Since Poonkuzhali was a young child she has been known for her beauty. Everyone who sees her compares her to the divine goddess of heaven. Men fall at her feet yearning for her love , but Poonkuzhali never spared them a glance. In her heart she always believed that she was destined for greatness. Only the greatest of all men is worthy of her beauty and her love. She was meant for a divine entity, not some mere human being. So she guarded her heart with care and saved herself for her god , until she met him: Her Ponniyin Selvare.

Poonkuzhali still remembers the first time she saw him. He emerged like a divine being, a golden light surrounding him like a halo. He was the sun among mortals , his presence had the power to turn hell into heaven. He won her heart with a few words , he gave her a new identity, a new birth: Samudra Kumari , The queen of the seas. From that day onwards, Poonkuzhali decided that Arulmolzhi is the one meant for her, he is the king to her queen. She nurtured that dream in her heart for those painful months of separation , her dream transformed into a reality when she met him again in Eezham. He nurtured that small dream , and gave her hope . But all of those dreams disappeared as soon as that princess arrived! She came out of nowhere and took away Ponniyin Selvan, her Ponniyin Selvan. The one who talked about his dreams with her. Arulmozhi didn't even care to inquire about her once? He didn't even search for her? How can he do this?

" Of Course he can,” Poonkuzhali muttered as she used her knife to destroy the wooden pillar of the vihara.

"He is too busy with his princess to care about this boat girl!"

"Ayoo!" Poonkuzhali turned around to find Vandiyathevan standing behind her with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Is the Samudra Kumari planning to destroy the vihara or what?"

" Go away!" Poonkuzhali answered.

" I don't need you!"

" Of course you don't, but I do. The crown prince has called you.”

" What? Why?" Poonkuzhali turned around to face him.

" How can I know?" Vandiyathevan shrugged his shoulders

" Why don't you come and find out?"

Vanathi didn't want to be in this family meeting, she didn't want to be near Ponniyin Selvan when he is reunited with Poonkuzhali. Because she knew she couldn't bear to see him glancing at another woman with love in his eyes. It was Kundavai who forced her to come here.

" Why are you hiding from her, Vanathi? There's nothing to be afraid of! Be a brave girl and face your fear. Be the Vanathi I know, calm and quiet but an enigma in her heart,” she said.

Right now, Vanathi didn't feel so brave , she felt like the walls of the room were closing , choking her and making her breathless.She had an urge to disappear inside the Earth like Sita , as she sat there half-listening to the banter between the three siblings.

"Illavarasi, Poonkuzhali is here."

Vanathi's head jerked up to finally face the woman she had heard so much about. The woman who was able to win the heart of the unattainable Ponniyin Selvan, the heart of the man whom she loved.

Poonkuzhali was the very epitome of beauty. She reminded Vanathi of the stories of the divine Apsaras she heard from her grandmother when she was young. Vanathi was not a man, but she could understand why any man would fall in love with her. Poonkuzhali was ethereal, she was like a burning flame , her beautiful eyes reminded Vanathi of the sea : the sea during the storm . She stands tall among all the royals , as if daring them to challenge her. Her haughty gait and proud posture reminded Vanathi so much of Illayi Piratti. No wonder Arulmolzhi fell in love with her .

Kundavai on the other hand was taken aback by Poonkuzhali. She expected a timid and shy girl, who would crumble under her glare, but this girl was something else. She didn't care about what the people in the room thought about her , she didn't care that they were royal, she only had eyes for one person, her brother. Maybe Vandiyathevan was right, Poonkuzhali was special. Her presence reminded Kundavai of a certain friend from her past…

‘No!’

The very thought made her shiver,

She was right. Poonkuzhali is unsuitable for her brother. Not because she is a boat woman, but because she is a fire that can burn him.

"So you are the one who saved my brother?" Aditha enquired

" Yes , Ilavarase," Poonkuzhali bowed down as Aditha addressed her.

" I couldn't have done that without my aunt's help."

" Your aunt?"

" I will tell you about her later, Anna," Arulmolzhi whispered to his brother.

" Thank you, kanna,” Aditha turned around to the girl standing in front of him.

" You don't know what favor you did to our family. We will always be grateful to you."

" It was nothing Ilavarase, I have to do this for myself,” Poonkuzhali replied, making Kundavai scorn, in anger.

Aditha simply smiled at her reply.

" Ah, you are a smart girl, I see. So tell me, Samudra Kumari , what do you want as a reward for saving my brother?"

" Re…reward?" Poonkuzhali mumbled

" Yes reward , Penne, you saved my brother's life. I have to reward you for your brave deed."

Poonkuzhali looked towards Vandiyathevan in confusion.

" Go on. Tell,” Vandiyathevan encouraged her

" I don't need anything, Ilavarase."

" You must need something. Go on, tell us."

"I really don't…"

Aditha smiled seeing her hesitate.

"Tell me Kanna , I promise you I will try my best to give you what you want."

"Ayoo Ilavarase, don't promise me anything too rashly, you will regret it later,” Poonkuzhali laughed bitterly.

Aditha scorned at her , this girl was now getting on his nerves . What is the deal with her?

"Why don't you just tell him?” Kundavai interrupted , wanting to end this conversation.

Poonkuzhali stood up, fixing her gaze at the princess. She had heard about her, she knew how much influence she had on her brother's life. Poonkuzhali also knew that Kundavai was the one arranging the marriage between Vanathi and Arulmolzhi. She was the one taking him away from her.

" You can't give me what I want, Illavarasi , rather you don't want to!" Poonkuzhali replied, rendering everyone in the room speechless. Anger rose in Kundavai's face as she realized what she meant.

" I think I should leave. I am sorry if I have upset you with my words. Please forgive me if you can,” Poonkuzhali replied as she ran out of the room and clashed with Sendhan

"Kuzhali wait!"-

He called out her name but Poonkuzhali didn't stop to listen, tears threatened to come out of her eyes not because she regretted her words but because she remembered how Arulmolzhi hadn't bothered to glance at her once while she was there, rather he was busy staring at the beautiful face of a certain princess .

"Oh, you are not wrong Arul , that girl is a Spitfire,” Aditha tried to joke to lighten the intense atmosphere Poonkuzhali has caused with her unexpected declaration.

" Hmm " Arulmozhi replied as he glanced towards Vanathi, who refused to even look at him. Why? Was she okay? What was Akka thinking about bringing her here in front of Samudrakumari? Didn't she know it could affect her heart? What if she once again faints? Who is going to take care of her then?

" Arul, are you even listening?" Kundavai snapped at her daydreaming brother, though she had noticed his looks, and had to control her smile.

" Anna is saying something!"

" I am, I am!"- Arulmolzhi replied as he tried his best to compose himself

What am I doing? Why am I worrying so much about Kodambalur Ilavarasi? When akka is there to take care of her.

" Vallavaryan, why don't you come and sit down? We need to discuss our plan of action,” Aditha gestured to his friend.

“Of course, llavarase,” smiled Vanthiyathevan, taking a seat next to Aditha, who noticed the tense yet easy air between his brother and the Kodumbalur Princess.

He sighed. Looked like his brother needed to hear about love from him.

Kuzhali is here!! Let us know your opinions on this chapter! please!!!

@vijayasena @vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @ambidextrousarcher @celestesinsight @jukti-torko-golpo @kovaipaavai @rang-lo @dr-scribbler @ragkee @ @ @arachneofthoughts @sakhiiii @harinishivaa @freeunknownwasteland @nspwriteups @willkatfanfromasia @gemsmusings @celestesinsight

#ponniyin selvan #arulmozhi #kundavai #vandiyadevan #vanathi #aditha karikalan #ponniyan selvan #nandini #vanthiyathevan #inaidhal

[flowerflamestars]

Another alternative Effloresce pov. Azriel, as the slow moving shitshow train wreck his life is is quickly becoming a fast moving shit show train wreck.

I cannot tell you how much I love this one!

So, I would say across all my fics Azriel is a character who is the most consistent? Especially since almost all of them were written before acosf TERRIBLY let us in his actually creepy little headspace, and I've additionally chosen to keep my made up shadowman as he is.

Effloresce Az is basically Starlight Az but SADDER. He's Daylight Az without a kiddo and husband, Shoreless Sea Az without the absolutely beneficial retirement, and man is he TIRED.

You're Azriel, and your job sucks. Your inborn skillset leaves you zero other options, and you know this. It's better to be the left hand of power than in a cell for life, but you know what? Sometimes you can only do so goddamn much.

You're Azriel and that's kind of all you've got. You're one of a kind, literally. Alone forever in that. But you love Cassian. You play the little games with Mor for harmony. You respect- alien, ancient, different, probably what you'll feel like in a thousand goddamn years if you live that long- Amren.

You see the good in Rhysand, limited as it is to personal things, but you also see the vast potential for failure.

You see him listening to this CHILD OF A GIRL- who seems nice, yeah. You're worried about her, frankly. The Courts of Prythian revived her and will not just let that go- but that doesn't mean you think she has, shall we say, good ideas.

You watch Cassian spend days arguing against this.

You rock up over the wall and realize these two mortal, innocent women have probably been taken captive by Spring. Your orders are a mistake, you have a war to fight that has nothing to do with these people, but you're here, and you might as well do some good.

You move to neutralize the threat.

Lucien Vanserra does not act like a vassal of Spring. No, not even at Autumn prince. You can drown fire in the dark, but you can't swallow the sun or an ocean of flame without end.

That doesn't matter either, because this determined little slip of blond sunshine just fucking stabbed you. And for the first time in maybe decades, you just want to laugh. You've fucked up, clearly, but you're okay. (You can live through so much worse than letting a human woman stab you to feel safe.)

You hear Cassian coming, and you know.

It doesn't matter what Feyre is saying. Has said. You're Azriel and you can't not know or not hear- she's wrong or she lied. You have a High Lord sweating blood to protect a stunningly, dangerously charming woman and you have her sister, who feels less like delight and more like a dream.

You're a shadowsinger, whose providence is secrets and these two woman are shrouded.

You're fucked, essentially.

You know they're not really human.

You know they're hiding, and Feyre is going to break that right open if Rhysand has his way, no matter how many times you point out that the Queens want nothing to do with Prythian's fae.

You're Azriel, and you've always been smart enough to stay quiet when you have no orders forcing you to do otherwise. You're polite. You're frankly, horrified. You have no idea what to do with the Archeron sisters acting like you're nothing to be afraid of.

You know, before Cassian knows, that every wind that has ever carried him had lead him right here.

(You remember what that felt like. The fear, the euphoria. You were young and stupid enough to consider it simple rightness, your extra senses on your side, pulling you toward the correct choice in fealty. You didn't know what it was until too late. You didn't know and you never even got to know or got to mourn. You didn't have the right to mourn a girl dead too soon, who would have never been anything but your queen had she grown old enough to wear a crown.)

(Dead before the start, just like you.)

You decide, immediately, you cannot let what happened to you happen to Cassian. Nesta Archeron might be a compelling power, might be a fighter with ash in her hair and a cunning mind, but Shahar was a High Lady born. Not even that could save her.

You understand the instant way you like Elain is magic, whether she knows it or not. (She does not). Real affection follows quickly, you are, despite all magic to the contrary, as Illyrian as Cassian. You cannot not know. You like Nesta too- if only for her ferocity. Her bleeding, present fury.

They treat you like a person.

Fearlessly.

Easily.

You watch as their sister breaks their hearts, cracks already laid. You watch Rhysand act more and more territorial, and of course you know why too. You watch Lucien Vanserra safeguard the lives and livelihoods of hundreds of humans and you understand this, here, is a Court too.

A better one.

You quietly, a secret, kill their father.

You bind yourself in blood to a favor, and use it to unshackle the Archeron bloodline and their vassals from the Queens.

You watch Nesta Archeron kneel in the snow, watch Elain Archeron pull a knife on a High Lord of Prythian over human lives, and think, with dread and barren exhaustion, you're making the right choice.

The hard choice.

(How many noncombatants died in Sangravah? In every city Amarantha occupied? How many servants in the Hewn City every year? How many Illyrian children in the starving north? How many deaths were Azriel's fault, because Rhysand didn't care?)

(The Archerons would rather die with their people than live. Were educating their maids. Sending their kitchen boys to university. Taking in the orphans of other estates, having never forgotten what it was to be forgotten, hungry and alone.)

You're Azriel, and you can't not know how badly this is going to hurt.

#FAST MOVING TRAIN WRECK AHOY #I only covered what's posted because the next chapter is truly #THE BONES OF MY SOUL IN MY HANDS THE WORLD ON FIRE AND I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE BUT MORE DEATH #from Az's POV #he takes finding Shahars remains NOT WELL #plus you know #the war kickstarts #Cassian continues to act basically insane in a good way #And Nesta and Elain just keep raising the goddamn bar he was trying to ignore even existed #The Shahar stuff is actually really important #he does not tell Rhys #EVER! #Bones are literally he closest he's ever going to come #they weren't in love #they didn't even know each other #HE DIDN'T KNOW UNTIL SHE DIED #and of course #Rhys made that entirely about himself #Az just. I think he likes Feyre in this impish way canon always wants Cassian to (but then Cassian put her on such a high altar it failed) #but also? is too deep in the shit of it all #not to be like: she's a really powerful symbol #but she shouldn't be in charge????

[cantstoptheimagines]

Swan Princess (Prince Friedrich | Bridgerton)

Summary — You and the prince have never gotten along.

Requested by @acupnoodle — hii, if requests are open and if you write for prince Friedrich (bridgerton) could i get a fic where shes a princess and his childhood enemy(enemies to lovers) and they meet at the ball after a long time? and theyre shocked to see each other? obv they have to dance tgt being royalty but they “hate” it, and she starts getting jealous of daphne dancing him. ends in fluff please? Thanks!!!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Frenemies to lovers; playful teasing; jealousy from both Reader and Friedrich; the princess gets rather possessive by the end of this.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,325. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her), is referred to as ‘Princess’, and wears dresses. ➳ This request immediately made me think of ‘The Swan Princess,’ so that movie provided a lot of inspiration for this!

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Another summer meant another social season. Another round of hot weather, in which doting lords and ladies paraded their most eligible sons and daughters around like prized cattle. Another bout of seemingly endless promenade sessions with boring men, all of whom were only interested in the jeweled crown upon your head.

All eyes were on you (or so it felt) as you helped yourself to yet another glass of champagne. A waltz was in full swing on the dance floor. Thankfully, none of the bachelors in attendance had been smart enough to ask questions about your dance card always being full.

In truth, there was only ever one person on your dance card. And it wasn’t by your choice. Because while another summer meant another social season, it also meant you’d be forced to keep up close relations with your worst nightmare.

You scoffed at the thought of his sparkling eyes and golden locks. Whenever he came into view, young women would always straighten their postures while the less appealing (when compared to a prince, at least) bachelors would furrow their eyebrows, unable to hide their envious hearts.

Not to mention that smug smile of his. It always seemed to spread over his lips at the strangest times, usually whenever you appeared to be particularly miserable.

As the orchestra was preparing to play yet another waltz, someone cleared their throat from behind you. You rolled your eyes at the sound. Setting your glass aside, you readied yourself to reject whoever the latest suitor may be.

Turning to greet the pathetic soul, you were quickly cut off, “I suppose even the ugliest of ducklings can become a swan when the time calls for it.”

Your fake smile dropped at Friedrich’s comment. You scoffed, quickly losing all sense of decorum at the sight of the queen’s nephew.

“And it seems that toads can be handsome princes,” you replied, “even if it is for only one night.”

Friedrich’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “You’re sharp this evening, aren’t you?”

You shrugged, taking the opportunity to glance around the room, “Always am.”

“And what of your dance card? Might I write my name?”

Your expression turned sour, “Your name is already on it, you fool. You know that.”

“Yes, I do. It just feels good to hear you say it,” he hummed. “If you’ll excuse me, Princess. Before our dance, there is another person to whom I must attend.”

“Better them than me.”

He gave you a sarcastic smile, complete with narrowed eyes, before turning away. You had half a mind to stick your foot out in order to make him stumble. Sadly, Friedrich made a quick retreat, almost as though he knew what had been running through your mind.

You watched with curious eyes as he made his way through the sea of guests until he came upon the person he had been searching for. The woman was none other than Daphne Bridgerton, who had been recently named the Diamond of the Season.

Friedrich’s gloved hand extended itself as a blush spread over Daphne’s cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why your chest had suddenly started to ache.

The two glided around the dance floor with the other guests. They were a vision of grace and beauty next to one another. With a deep sigh, you quickly approached Friedrich’s aunt, Queen Charlotte. She raised her eyebrows at you expectantly.

“My Queen,” you greeted, offering a curtsy, “I ask that you provide me with an introduction.”

Another ridiculous rule for the social season. Any lady who wished to interact with a potential suitor must first be introduced by another member of her party.

A smirk slowly made its way onto the queen’s face, “To whom?”

You turned to scan over the crowd until your eyes paused on a head of dark hair. With a mischievous glimmer, you pointed to the man, and muttered, “Him.”

The queen’s eyes followed your line of sight. Her gaze trailed over the man you had chosen. She held out a hand, which you quickly took, and began leading you through the crowd of guests. With a glance, you spied Friedrich watching the two of you with a curious expression.

If Friedrich can have a Bridgerton, then so can I.

Violet Bridgerton’s eyes widened at the sight of an approaching queen and princess. Why royalty had suddenly decided to descend upon her family, she wasn’t sure, but she definitely couldn’t complain about her sudden improvement in social standing.

“My Queen,” she smiled, “and Princess! How lovely to see you both—!”

“As you know, Lady Bridgerton, our dear princess is only here for a short while on a visit. Her family is very close to mine,” interrupted Queen Charlotte. “It seems, however, she may soon have a reason to stay.”

You nearly grimaced at her words, but contained yourself so as not to make a spectacle of yourself. You could still feel Friedrich’s eyes burning into you.

“Oh?” stuttered the matriarch. “And why is that, Your Highness?” 

“One of your strapping, young sons seems to have caught her attention,” said the queen, before turning to the man in question. “Benedict Bridgerton.”

Benedict froze in surprise. His brothers slowly allowed teasing grins to spread over their faces. The eldest quickly clapped Benedict’s shoulder, shoving him closer to you. Queen Charlotte stood aside, watching as the man took your hand into his own and pressed a gentle kiss against the fabric of your glove. 

“Princess,” he said, “would you like to join me for a waltz—?”

“Actually, Lord Bridgerton,” another voice cut in, “I do believe I have the honor of the next dance with Her Grace, though I’m sure there are plenty of other wonderfully kind ladies who would love to join you.”

Each of you turned to find Friedrich with a blank expression. You spotted Daphne on the dance floor, dancing the night away with the Duke of Hastings, smiles on both of their faces.

Friedrich extended his hand. Slowly, Benedict released his grip, knowing he couldn’t compete with the queen’s nephew. He quietly muttered, “Another time perhaps.”

“Perhaps,” huffed Friedrich, quickly leading you to the center of the dance floor.

The ache in your chest was gone. Friedrich placed your free hand on his shoulder before his met your ribcage. The two that were connected remained so as the orchestra began playing another tune. His eyes occasionally glanced over at Benedict with a glimmer of an emotion you had never seen in Friedrich before then.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, lacking your usual teasing tone of voice upon realizing how tense Friedrich was at the moment.

“You are quite annoying, you know?”

You scoffed, “If you dragged me to the floor just to insult me, I’ll happily take my leave—!”

“No. You won’t,” he interrupted. “While you may provoke ire within me, Princess, I must tell you that I do not wish to see you with another.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Friedrich slowly twirled you beneath his arm before pulling you closer than you had been before. The two of you were so close that even Lady Whistledown would be blushing at the sight.

What a scandal this will be in the morning.

Your proximity left you quietly gasping for breath. Friedrich’s eyes flickered over your features, examining every aspect of you, deep in thought. Finally, he licked his lips and spoke once more.

“I will not see you with another.”

His stern tone sent shivers along your spine. You risked a glance at his lips, swallowing any retort you may have had. Instead, you asked, “What are you saying, toad?”

Friedrich chuckled at your attempt at an insult. It was obvious he was getting to you. He relished in the way you trembled in his arms as he traced shapes into the fabric of your dress. With a smile, he clarified his words, despite believing he had made his intentions very clear.

“That you’re mine, swan princess.”

#2022 #swan princess #bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton imagines #bridgerton x reader #prince friedrich imagine #prince friedrich imagines #prince friedrich x reader #requested

[rouecentric]

honestly fuck it new brainrot time!!

imagine being isekai'd into the body of the fl's mother, a woman who died when giving birth to her, but her father was a duke of the North, a man who you had a one night stand with.

ranting time bc i'm actually invested in this idea?!

basically the fl is the mc of an 18+ reverse harem, a duke's daughter that was found when she was 13, as her mother ran away before giving birth to her, she was the result of a one night stand.

since reader get's isekaid into the fl's mother's body when the fl was a baby, reader obviously raises the girl, leading the fl to be somewhat dependant on reader??

reader is absolutely terrified of the northern duke bc that man is rutheless to anyone who isn't the fl, so when the beginning of the story starts, reader basically leaves stuff for the fl before running away to the capital and start a new life, hoping to stay in hiding and become practically invisible.

spoiler alert: that went down hill because reader somehow helped one of the emperor's CONCUBINES?? so yeah! reader became a lady in waiting.

the reader, now a lady in waiting for one of the emperor's favorite concubines, you were bound to meet and befriend the love interests, the crown prince, his childhood bestfriend(the villain), and the crown prince's personal knight. they, obviously, get attached to the hip when they met you, like hello?? new mother figure??

now you got three clingy children— wait, and also an obsessive concubine you work for. neat!

the empress catches news of one of the concubines' ladg in waiting befriending her child and gets wary bc are u gonna kill her son?? 🤨 basically you two become friends(more-so one-sided bc the empress falls for you(tfw u got w rizz)) and now you got two obsessed adults!! +the emperor but shh

btw the fl also becomes yandere over reader!! like father like daughter ig💀

you meet the fl and the duke during a banquet where nobles and royals participate in(ladies in waiting are also allowed, as they have to attend to their lady). that's where your life starts to stop being normal(not like it was ever since you became a lady in waiting but shh).

#yandere imagines #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #rant??? #ig #yandere oc #tw yandere #cw yandere

[asherbakugou]

Valyrian Demigods of Westeros – Son of Arrax

Queen Alicent Hightower stared out the window of her rooms, picking at the skin around her nails as she awaited news of Princess Rhaenyra's birth. She could not wait until her husband, King Viserys Targaryen, saw his daughter for the whore and liar she was, and finally disinherited her for Prince Aegon, his firstborn son.

For years he had allowed his daughter run rampant and now, here she was, cuckolding Ser Laenor Velaryon, making him believe that the child within her belly was his even though he was a swordswallowing heathen. The Holy Seven would never allow one such as him, or a woman like Rhaenyra to have children. They would right King Viserys mistake, however they needed to.

Hours passed before any news was heard. And what glorious news it was for the Red Keep and Kings Landing.

Queen Alicent heard of the birth through the gossip of her maids, forcing them to tell her of the whispers they'd heard.

"Your Grace, the Crown Princess's birth was successful. She gave birth to a son, Prince Jacaerys Targaryen."

"Targaryen?" Queen Alicent scoffed. "His 'father' is a Velaryon, but of course the Princess gets her way. How slighted will the Velaryon family feel when they learn she birthed a bastard and gave it the Targaryen name?"

She sat down at her table, not noticing the frowns upon her maids faces.

"But, your Grace, the Prince is no bastard. The servants within claim that he has been blessed by the Seven themselves," Mira stated, nervously wringing her hands. The Queens hand snapped around, fury written across her features.

"Blessed?! By the Seven! I order you to tell me where you heard such blasphemy!"

"The servents that were helped the midwives while Crown Princess gave birth," Mira began, shoulders trembling even as she held strong. "Prince Jacaerys was born beneath the shadow of an omen. Many are claiming that it is symbolic of the Prince's divine right to rule but . . ."

"But what? Tell me!"

"A friend of ours said the the Prince was born with curly golden-white hair so bright it shone in the sunlight, and that he had the same eyes as his mother, the Crown Princess, with her skin tone as well. But the reason they say he is blessed is because of the marking upon his forehead. He has birthmark that is shaped like a crown, Your Grace," Tayla explained, smiling faintly. She'd been awestruck upon hearing the story, and she hoped to be able to see the babe and his crown.

"No," Alicent whispered sagging into her chair in shock. The Seven . . . Why would the bless the bastard son of that whore? Why would they bless any Targaryen child when they practiced such unholy, and queer customs?

Both of the maids calles out for the Queen worried as she stared blankly into the distance.

"Leave me." Neither moved, hesitant to leave her when she was onviously distressed. "I said leave me!"

Fearfully, the two fled, leaving the Queen to her misery until one of the King's servants came to fetch her so she could meet her 'grandson.'

Straightening and smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed, she followed the servent with Ser Criston falling into step behind her. Unable to hide her bloodied hands, she hid them by clasping her hands together in front of her belly.

The Servent led her to Princess Rhaenyra's quarters where he stepped to the side to allow her to pass. Ser Criston took up post alongside Ser Westerling, Ser Erryk, and Ser Harwin Strong, barely holding back a sneer as he looked at Ser Harwins gold cloak.

Sweeping inside Queen Alicent found the Princess resting upon a chaise, a glass of wine in her hand as King Viserys, Lord Corlys, and Ser Laenor doted over the baby in his fathers arms. Princess Rhaenys stood behind the chaise Princess Rhaenyra sat in, quietly discussing the birth with her.

Looking up, Princess Rhaenys stared her down with deep purple eyes, "Queen Alicent. I see you have finally decided to join us. We were worried the servant had gotten lost or something had happened to prevent you from coming." Rhaenyra hid a smile with her chalice, eyes glinting in amusement as the insinuation went over her fathers head.

"Alicent! Come, come! Come meet my grandson, Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, Heir of the Heir and Future King of Westeros," King Viserys boasted, smiling widely. Alicent gave him a thin smile as she stepped closer to the babe to observe him.

She felt a pit of dread open within her stomach as she stared down at the babe. He looked just like Tayla had described if not more beautiful than even her own children, much to her horror.

Curly white hair sat upon his head, fluffy from being just cleaned, that seemed to almost glow with golden light when Ser Laenor shifted towards the light. Milky white skin, just like the rest of the Targaryen family and when he opened his eyes, she saw Rhaenyras looking back at her. But it was the marking on his forehead that caught his attention when Lord Corlys brushed the curls away.

The birthmark genuinly looked as if a crown sat upon his brow with a strange marking within the very center. The edges stopped just as they reached his hairline.

Queen Alicent swallowed, stepping back as heart pounded. "He's beautiful, Princess. But I find myself tired from all of this excitement. I believe I shall retire to my rooms for the day, thank you."

"Ah, of course, my dear. Have a wonderful evening," Viserys said, already distracted by the cooing babe.

Trying not to scowl, she left Ser Criston falling back into step behind her. She led him towards the Starry Sept to pray in hopes of this being Rhaenyra's only win. To pave the way for her own son, Prince Aegon Targaryen, the King's firstborn son and rightful heir.

She did not know that this was only the beginning for of the rise of the Blacks.

Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, First of His Name, Born in the Shadow of the Iron Throne, The Born King, the Lawful, Bringer of Justice had been born.

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #red keep #iron throne #Arrax #King of the Gods #demigods #old valyria #valyria headcanons #laenor velaryon #lord corlys #princess rhaenys targaryen #queen alicent #prince aegon #king viserys #ser criston cole #jacaerys velaryon #original character #arrax

[mi-rae07]

Jeong Yunho : Fell In Love With A Pirate (Part 3/7)

Pairing : Jeong Yunho (Ateez) and named character (Kim Yumi)

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Yumi hummed as she felt the sunlight fall directly onto her face, disturbing her sleep as she squinted her eyes and turned around. She slowly opened her eyes as it landed on yunho who was lying sleeping next to her, half his face covered by the blanket and his other half shining from the light falling on it. Yumi looked down as she realized she was only wearing a shirt, yunho's shirt. The rich silk felt foreign to her, she was only used to wearing ragged cotton and wool when it got colder. But as she came back to her proper senses, last night's memories hit her like a carriage. Her eyes quickly widened as she sat up straight, realizing that she had just slept with the future king of Korea.

Yumi was about to slip out of bed in embarrassment when she felt a hand hold onto her arm, pulling her back as she fell against yunho's chest with a yelp. Yumi looked up as yunho wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close to his body as he kissed the side of her head before nuzzling against it with a small hum.

Yumi : y-yunho, I must…I have to…go.

Yunho : don't, stay. They're not going to say anything.

Yumi looked down, feeling blood rise to her cheeks as she thought of the possibility that yunho probably regretted the decision he made while he was drunk last night. She felt good, but…did he?

Yunho : are you thinking whether I regret what we did?

Yumi looked up with wide eyes, not realizing how he understood that. Yunho opened his eyes and looked at yumi, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear with a smile.

Yunho : I asked you to do all of that because I wanted it, yumi, I was okay with giving myself to you. You shouldn't feel ashamed of anything now.

Yumi : but did I-was I…good?

Yunho : haven't you done this before?

Yumi : well, those were all just one night stands, I never wanted to know whether the experience was good for them if it was fine for me.

Yunho chuckled and kissed her lips before saying

Yunho : it was amazing. I've never felt so good in my entire life and I don't want anyone else but you to make me feel that way either.

Yumi smiled, looking away as yunho cooed and squished her cheeks, making yumi frown

Yunho : I love that smile of yours.

Yumi : I love it too.

Yunho : aish, what narcistic-

Yunho cut himself off as he threw a pillow at yumi, making her giggle as she took another pillow and threw it at yunho, the both of them having a pillow fight in the morning as if they hadn't just slept together last night.

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It was the 20th day and the entire crew knew their captain and the crown prince was in love. They didn't bother hiding it, what with eating together, giggling at jokes only the both of them seemed to find funny and watching the sea at the top deck in each other's arms, it was obvious to basically everyone.

And yunho had never been happier his entire life, even when his father built castles for him and his mother, and churches in his name. yumi's love made him glow brighter than the sun, smiles never leaving his lips and his eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration for the woman he loved.

And yumi had never been so distracted her entire life, because all her life she was only used to being a sturdy woman who slept with people just for the sake of it, leaving them high and dry in the morning without thinking twice. She had never managed to have much care or love for most people, save her parents and her crew. But the love she had for yunho seemed to distract her from everything else she had in her life. She could now only focus on her prince, could only look at him, and could only smile for him.

And now the both of them were sitting at the top of the deck, their favourite place, yumi leaning against yunho's chest as his arms wrapped around her upper half. Their feet dangled down the ship's top, toes intertwined.

Yunho : god, this never ceases to feel amazing.

Yumi smiled and said

Yumi : I don't think it ever will.

Yunho nuzzled his head against yumi's shoulders, inhaling deeply as he kissed her shoulder.

Yumi : I can't believe you'd only be here for another 10 more days.

Yumi felt yunho pause at that, not a word falling from his lips. Yumi frowned as she said

Yumi : yunho, you do…you do realize you're going to leave, right?

Yumi let out a breath as she realized yunho wasn't going to say anything, his breathing almost uneven against her neck.

Yumi : prince, answer me.

Yunho : I don't want to leave anymore.

Yumi quickly loosened her arms around yunho's, turning around to face him as she said

Yumi : yunho. Love, what are you saying. You have a nation that is going to be yours.

Yunho : do you not get it, noona? I don't want it, I don't want to rule.

Yumi : bloody hell, yunho you don't get to choose like that.

Yunho : maybe I do. If I don't leave, then I wouldn't have to face all that, would I?

Yumi : and what? You're gonna continue running away from all that by staying with me?

Yunho : yes.

Yumi : yunho, no. I won't let you run away like that. You were born to be a king, love, you're the only person who can lift that kingdom up from it's ruins. I know those people matter to you so don’t you dare give me bullshit about not caring enough.

Yunho : it's just…it's so hard, yumi.

Yumi : what's hard, baby? Taking care of the nation?

Yunho : leaving you. Can't you…can't you come along with me?

Yumi : and be queen? Yunho, don't be stupid. I can't ever be queen with who I am. I am a pirate, a captain, I can't be a queen.

Yunho sighed and looked away, clenching his hand on his lap. Yumi held his cheeks as she turned to make him face her once again

Yumi : yunho-ya, do you know how much I love you?

Yunho : no, how much.

Yumi : as much as the sea.

Yunho smiled, looking away as yumi said

Yumi : my mother always told me that if two people truly loved each other, they'd always end up with each other. And I love you, just as you love me. So you may have to leave now, but some day, we'll meet again. And when we do, I'll stay.

Yunho smiled at that, connecting his lips with yumi's as the wind blew his hair backward. He pulled back for a second, whispering against her lips with a small smile

Yunho : I love you.

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5 days later :

Yunho could only watch as the entire place lit up in flames, trapping yumi inside and yunho outside. He wanted to run inside so bad, even if it would burn him. But for some reason he couldn't. it felt as if something was holding him back from the woman he loved. Yunho turned around as he came face-to-face with his father, who was looking at him with a sharp gaze

King : you cannot go inside.

Yunho : appa, please! Yumi-

King : you have a greater cause, yunho. You need to live for your kingdom, your people.

Yunho felt tears fall down his cheeks as he flinched at the sudden loud bang behind him, making him turn around. The entire building had blown up, shattering everything inside to pieces, even yumi.

Yunho : NO!

Yunho gasped as he sat up straight in his bed, almost waking up yumi who was sleeping peacefully beside him. Yunho felt sick, and the moving ship wasn't making anything better. He had to leave from the room.

Yunho got up from the bed, stumbling as he felt dizziness hit him. He put his shoes on, walking towards the door and opening it as he walked towards the open area of the ship. The sea was quite rough today, yunho realized as he stepped out into the open. And he had to have this terrible nightmare on the same night. Yunho coughed as he felt bile rise up in his throat, making him walk faster towards the edge of the ship as he held onto the railing with shaky hands. No, he could control it, he has to.

Yunho gagged as he threw up onto the sea, tears filling his eyes as held onto the railing tighter. And just then yunho felt droplets of water fall on him, making him shut his eyes tightly as he realized it was going to rain. God damn it.

??? : yunho!

Yunho coughed again as he felt yumi run up to him, holding his arm as she asked worriedly

Yumi : what's wrong? Are you sick again?

Yunho nodded, letting out a small sob as he said

Yunho : please go back inside, I don't want you to see this.

Yumi held yunho's bangs away from his sweaty face, the rain starting to fall on them as she said

Yumi : shut up, I'm not leaving you like this.

Yunho stepped away from the railing as he finally wiped his mouth, falling on the floor as yumi quickly held onto him.

Yumi : yunho-ya, it's okay. Nothing's going to happen to you.

Yunho's tears streamed down his cheeks as the rain poured harsher now, drenching both yunho and yumi as she laid her hand over yunho's head to stop the water from falling towards his eyes.

Yunho : you hav-have to go inside. It's raining, yumi.

Yumi : I won’t leave you.

Yunho let out a shaky breath and stood up, holding yumi's hand as he walked towards their cabin. And soon enough yunho had closed the door behind them, the droplets of water from his hair staining the wooden floor as he stared at it. Yumi walked closer to him before saying

Yumi : it's okay, it's going to dry prince.

Yunho lowered himself to the floor, his chest heaving as his hands tried to hold on to something, anything. Yumi quickly held his shaky hand in hers, using it to kneel against yunho's shaky figure as she asked

Yumi : baby, what's going on with you?

Yunho shook his head, tears filling his eyes as he whispered breathlessly

Yunho : I don’t know, I don't know.

Yumi ran her thumb across yunho's palm as small sobs left his body, yumi's eyes growing worried as she said

Yumi : it's okay, shh.

Yunho flinched hard as a thunder suddenly burst through them, making yumi wrap her arms around him as she pulled yunho close to her. Yunho whimpered as he held her arm, his eyes closed.

Yumi : it's going to pass, I promise.

Yunho : please don't…please d-don't-

Yumi : I won't let go, love. I'm right here.

Yunho whimpered as another thunder struck them, yumi placing her hand against yunho's damp hair as she stroked it slowly before whispering

Yumi : it's okay.

Yunho : yumi I…I had a bad dream.

Yumi : it's all that is, yunho. It is only a dream.

Yunho shook his head, sobbing against her chest as he said

Yunho : what if something happens to you? What if-if I'm left all alone again?

Yumi : yunho-ya, I…I can’t guarantee you anything-

Yunho : then why won’t you come back with me!

Yumi sighed as yunho clutched the end of her sleeves, whispering desperately through his sobs

Yunho : please come with me.

Yumi : you know I can't do that, not right now, prince.

Yunho shut his eyes tightly as another lightning struck, the ship rattling slightly as his grip on yumi tightened. Yumi ran her hand repeatedly through yunho's hair as she whispered

Yumi : even if something happens to me, I'll never stop loving you, yunho.

Yunho : I want you to love me while being safe and healthy, not buried under the sea.

Yumi : I know, and I'll try my best to stay safe, I promise.

Yunho : do you not understand? If you come with me, I can 100 percent make sure you stay safe and healthy, yumi. This…here you're always in constant danger.

Yumi : but this is my land, yunho. This is where I was born, this is where I have lived, and loved. I cannot just abandon all of this like that.

Yunho sniffled as yumi pulled back, cupping yunho's face as she said

Yumi : but that doesn't mean I'll never come to you. I will, I promise. You just have to wait.

Yunho : wait for how long, yumi.

Yumi : maybe for a year, or 2 years, or 3. I'm not sure, yunho. But I will come back to you one day, safe and sound.

Yunho put his pinky out as he whispered

Yunho : you promise?

Yumi smiled and entwined her pinky with his as she whispered

Yumi : I promise.

Yumi leaned forward and kissed yunho, tasting his salty tears against her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Yunho tilted his head, his hand holding onto yumi's waist as he tried to give her as much as he could.

He was going to have to be away from her for a while anyway, he was going to make sure this was worth it.

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