#nsfw!myra

[skelligiri]

2023 recap

Well, this is it for 2023. Here's a recap of this year's videos and artwork (not including video preview gifs)

Good Omens animated videos:

Crawley struggles in the aftermath of the flood and decides to appeal to the king's sense of pride by encouraging him to build a tower into the heavens. However, the demon's activities don't go unnoticed by heaven and hell alike.

Aziraphale doesn't dare ask. Luckily, he doesn't need to.

The ineffables through the ages.

In which Crowley and Aziraphale meet St.Nicholas, and Crowley becomes the inspiration for Krampus.

Good Omens fanart:

January:

Nights in

Philosophers

Stronk

February:

Just some TLC

Alexandria

March:

They like holding hands

Ring of the Nibelungs

Hug

You mustn't be so reckless

Prohibition

April:

Beginnings - gif

Beautiful creature

Protective Crowley

Earth day

Pure evil (slightly NSFW)

May:

Going to be alright

Drinking buddies

Forehead kiss

Sirius

June:

South Downs

Get it off your chest

Wings

July:

Big spooky fan

Home

Dancing in space - gif

Every day - gif

Heart rain - gif

August:

More hugs

This one's my favourite

Dream of whatever you like best

September:

St.James Park

Kiss in the rain

Burned sneet

October:

Cosy nights

No standalone images for Nov/Dec because I had to focus on the Myra video. Hope you enjoy, and I wish you a happy 2024!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #animation #leaving the garden #good omens fanart #good omens video #2023 recap #skelligiri #Youtube

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

FANFIC RECS!

here's a revamped version of my rec post - each fic will link to it's corresponding ao3 page, a summary in my words, small notes/review, and a disclaimer for more mature ratings if needed.

enjoy!

(* = new entry, last updated: Dec 3rd, 2023, still going through recent bookmarks)

(ps. let me know if you want your mention to be removed!)

IT

and a stain on my shirt - venom crossover, vv good, also a fix-it, venom finds another eddie to latch onto, a lot of humor, reddie get together, venom saves eddie

awake my soul - pretty angsty, keep an eye on those trigger warnings, this was pretty good, i rlly couldn’t take any breaks with this one, richie and eddie get jumped but in the process of putting away the ones responsible for the hate crime richie finds that he’ll have to come out sooner than he’s ready for, added bonus of art!!, happy ending, has fan reactions and news coverage as things are slowly revealed

come over here and overwhelm me - nsfw, a VERY GOOD rec, SO tender, the fluff is so well written, richie is having a bad day nd eddie comes to the rescue being so hfwjaklhj!!!, this fic said bottom richie rights nd it opened my eyes

don’t break character - HE/THEY RICHIE RIGHTS, richie finds that maybe his journey of identity isn’t over when he hears the word “nonbinary”, very!!!!, fjkdkslahfkl, just him having he/they pronouns is so exciting and flappy hands-worthy

I killed a clown. ama! - it chapter 2 except it’s through the lens of social media from posts by richie eddie myra and background fans, very very entertaining, canon compliant until eddie’s death it’s actually a fix-it, fair amount of angst??

it’s not real - WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS, a lot of angst, very intense, eddie has an amazing richie impression, almost like they share the same braincell, eddie is also vv caring and will drag any faceless internet account down with him, could def make it in celebrity PR according to richie’s manager steve, richie comes out but he gets a horrible reaction and then finds himself in the middle of a clusterfuck of things that unfortunately couldn’t stay in the past, bill apparently also gets cancelled a lot and he cannot cook, he’s also the only other loser in here, a black mirror au, AGAIN WATCH THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS ONE

oh, wouldn’t it be nice? - nsfw, some angst, eddie finds richie’s obituary that he got from adrien (the park scene in chap 2; at least i think it was adrien), SUPER SWEET OMG, i had to stop a few times from the sheer amount of emotion this gave me

parental interference - in 1989 some parents are coming to their senses when it comes to a certain clown, i love went he’s an awesome dad, T rating, i suggest a peek at the trigger warnings/tags just in case, canon-typical triggers, again i really love wentworth tozier in this fic he’s a 10/10 dad

predicament bondage - nsfw, richie is 100% a sweetheart, eddie is fjdsljfkslf i love this version of him, richie is cast as a dom in a movie so he decides to get information from a professional which is eddie but he finds that working with eddie might bring his heart into the mix, a lot of internalized homophobia so watch out, ur honor i love eddie here

puppets and plants - the way this was written? *muah* my number two rec, some angst, the intimacy of u nd the guy set up across from u at the farmer’s market, amazing stanpat dynamic, trans eddie and ben!, pride parade!!

the king is gone - absolutely AMAZING time travel fix-it, fairly long, some angst, some fluff, not at all a boring read

the lockbox - pushing an M rating? maybe a T?, asexual eddie finding out that he’s ace and everything that comes with realizing u aren’t straight, honestly made my ace heart so happy, bit of angst

work friends and emergency contacts - outsider pov, eddie makes a work friend, fix-it w both eddie and stan living, eddie gets a divorce pre-itch2, damon just wants the best for richie and eddie, reddie getting together, richie visits eddie at work

STRANGER THINGS

bottle it up until it overflows - ohhhh boy, i absolutely love the vecna possessing mike trope and this fic definitely lives up to high standards, rated mature, bad parent ted wheeler and internalized homophobia, basically mike gets vecna'd is the entire plot - @ghoulsanderson

i feel like i know you (but we never met) - post season 4 of stranger things, ambiguous / open ending, teen rating, oh boy this made me emotional!, without spoilers i have to say this is such an angsty fic and i love it, this fic is written beautifully, the party all forget will because of vecna suppressing their memories, spoilers: mike puts everything together to figure out who the "missing person" is - @andiwriteordie

something's made your eyes go cold - TW SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, rated mature, mike is chronically suicidal, very very angsty but relatable (sadly), oneshot - @defendingtammythompson

when everything was fiction, future and prediction - two words: time travel, mike is confronted by his younger self and figures out a few things, very much hurt/comfort, rated teen

9-1-1 TV

*all the time in the world - i literally know nothing about the dsmp but the way this was written is so beautiful, i love angst and buddie but also buck angst gets me the most, evan buckley used to be someone called karl jacobs but eddie doesn't know that and thinks buck is a war veteran, he's not entirely wrong but also don't make me fact check that beyond reading this, this fic makes me feel super autistic in a way i can't explain, time travel and secret identities are just so my jam dude, bonus chris moment that made me squeal bc chris eddie and buck are so family material - @official-impravidus

*my palms and fingers still reek of gasoline - such a good crossover, the characterization is very very good, i definitely need to read it again, a pjo au that has a twist, demigod buck and eddie are special to me now, having buck be on that side is an interesting choice and i like it, buck's mom being aphrodite makes so much sense - @trashyinfernomusic

#it #stranger things #911 show #fanfiction #fic recs #reddie #fanfic rec

[freeze-pop88]

Finished YCH for Myra on fb! This YCH is still available throughout all of June! More info here

Character Owner(s) Myra (Facebook)

Commission l Ko-fi l Patreon l NSFW Patreon l Etsy l Discord server

Do not recolor, alter, trace, repost or steal the art of characters featured in this piece. Only the rightful character owner may repost. No one has permission to trace or recolor.

#commission #furry #anthro #lgbtq #tiger #tigress #ych

[3in1disaster]

I just thought I'd make this post cause I have a hard time finding roleplayer

Hi, my name is Juniper, and I've been in the g/t Fandom for 4 years. I really like to rp, and I can be semi lit/literate or whatever my rp partner wants. My favorite trope is adoptive family, but I can do other things too. I prefer playing the tiny, but I'm willing to be giant. My only limits are nsfw stuff and Fatal vore. I also don't do any overy aggressive giants. I like fear play, but only if it's unintentional. I make OCs every week, so I have a variety to choose from. My OCs range from nekos, neeras, normal humans, borrowers, or fairies.

Here's some of my most current and favorite ocs!

Myra! She's a human and one of my latest ocs! Her lore can depend on the rp scenario!

Hazel! She was born with a disability so she can't fly and she's a moth borrower but can be fairy if the scenario calls for it!

Namora! She's a mouse shifter! She was born in a lab but escaped!

Aria! She is a living doll who was abandoned by her owner!

Vee! I haven't used her yet but she is a borrower with squirrel features!

Cedar! She can be a human or borrower and in some scenarios she has a dog who's name is Oakley! Even as a borrower she could have the dog and its just born small!

I have a lot more ocs I can share or I can make a new one for a rp! Just dm me if you're interested! I normally don't rp any fandoms though but might consider it as long as I don't have to roleplay as a Canon character!

#g/t community #sfw g/t #g/t rp #gt fluff #gt fearplay #g/t family #g/t parental #parental g/t #black g/t community #roleplay #g/t fandom

[engiiiiiii]

might as well make an intro post!

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Name: Engi/Myra/Maya

Identity: pansexual and nonbinary. they/them. call me a person not a 'they' because I will kill you (joking but also please don't). I don't like male associated words unless it's for a group. then I don't care!

Country: Australia! not a secret!

Illnesses: many mental illnesses! I live. barely. all anxiety disorders.

Favourite Games: Echo, Twilight Princess, OMORI, OneShot, Celeste, Fallout NV, Phoenix Wright (t&t obvs best), and Doom (classic)

Favourite Musicians: Inabakumori, Car Seat Headrest, Björk, Playboi Carti, Jane Remover, and a lot of others!

Other notes: I am shy, but I try to talk. I'm much more sociable irl lol. I experience a mix of DPDR with the intrusive thoughts of OCD and gender dysphoria to tie it together. not a fun combination and my dad is a dick which doesn't help me. but I'm here! and happy here too! I talk a bit about my history here:

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hope this covers everything, my ask box is always open and I'll likely respond! if it's not sexual. no NSFW stuff on this blog, dni terfs, bigots, etcetc if you've read up to this point you know if you're not welcome here.

[muffinmonstah-art]

Myra Berevan

I've been roleplaying Myra since we started playing Curse of Strahd 5e back in 2019. She's iconic now! As a drow that ended on the surface world by mistake, by being tricked and spared by a powerful dragon, she's a fish out of water. She is a sorcerer with divine soul. She's 150 years old, which is like being a 18 years old girl by human standards.

At the beginning of the adventure, she's cocky, arrogant, mean to everyone and also very proud of the drow culture (which is by classical Lore a Matriarchy, a powerful militarized and a theocratic society ruled by the Evil demonic Spider-queen deity Lolth). But she's also naive, ignorant of the Surface World and human realms. I had a lot of fun roleplaying her arc as a young inexperienced girl learning to trust the party and become friends with them. The antics and rivalry between some of the members and her were pretty hillarious, most of the time we played them for jokes. She is still sassy and mean on the outside sometimes, but she cares deeply about her friends!

The dragon on the background is the new spell she has learned, the Draconic Spirit.

We are now reaching the end of the campaign, fighting Vampire Lord Strahd himself, I really hope she doesn't die!

Alternative NSFW versions https://www.patreon.com/posts/myra-berevan-78649621

#my art #dnd #dark elf #drow #Dungeons and Dragons #DnD 5e #fantasy art #sorcerer

[reddie-ao3feed]

Eds NSFW Drabbles/Oneshots

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1irpmu4 by flowerpotz01 Despite Eddie being married to Myra for so long, they never had any desire to make love with each other, if you could even call it that. So when he got with Richie after twenty-seven years of pining (even the years they had forgotten), Eddie had truly lived up to the title of being a needy virgin. And if there was anyone he’d rather give it to, it would be his childhood, life-long crush, Richie Tozier. -- "Already so wet for me; leaking all over yourself like a fucking virgin as if I don’t fuck you six times out of the week.” Richie presses two thick, slick digits into Eddie’s hole and he moans like a bitch in heat at the stretch. “You’re not a fucking virgin, baby – you’re a whore. My whore, and I’m gonna fuck you like one.” Words: 883, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Reddie - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Relationships: Reddie - Relationship, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak Additional Tags: Praise Kink, Touch starved Eddie Kaspbrak, Virgin Eddie Kaspbrak, Multiple Orgasms, Premature Ejaculation, Dirty Talk, Soft Dom Richie Tozier, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Sub Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, Gay Richie Tozier, Breeding Kink read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1irpmu4

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #fic rec #reddie fic red #stephen king it

[melonisopod]

I was tagged by @mako-neexu

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Fair warning, I have a lot, many I have not gone through fully. I'm positive some of these are just the same WIP written slightly differently because I have memory issues and severe ADHD and an inability to finish anything I start.

(I have like 20 or so that are just "Untitled document" so I'm skipping those lmao)

Aquarium Date

Flowers

Junao and Goghie

Junao post-Lostbelt 4

Caster and Assassin (HGW fic)

Diar arrives

13th labor is reconciling with your dad

Apparently we were lovers

AU outline

Baseball hgw

Beach shenanigans pt. 1

Beach shenanigans pt. 2 (WIP)

Confession (WIP)

Diarmuid Interlude fic

Dragon Witch (this is just a little snippet of Jalter's POV I think)

Duet (Phantom/Myra)

End of a Dream

Even just to save one (In which Myra gets the cup)

Grail War Myramuid chapter 1

HGW fanfic: The Abandoned Master's Untrustworthy Ally

HGW Strange Reunion

Hunting

Lancer HGW fic WIP (Don Quixote registers himself in the Grail War)

LB3 epilogue

LB6 Party Time (Fairy Ball but something slightly different happens)

Lostbelt 4 Interaction We Never Got In Canon

Lostbelt 4 WIP

Love and Understanding

Lucky Rabbit (this was stupid cringe)

Morning After WIP (another from the HGW fic it's the aftermath of Team Saber's close call)

Myra's First Day

Myra Profile

Novum Chaldea

NSFW Emergency Mana Transfer (Grail War fic)

Obeguda Summer Oneshot

Only One Bed

Reconciliation

Reminisce

SaberDia in Chaldea while Myra is depressed

sloppy ice cream makeouts

Snippets from Chaldea (part 1)

Strike One

Team Sussy Baka (WIP)

Titania

Under the moon where lovers lie

Venting

Ventpost Ventpost Ventpost

w/e (P sure this one was going quickly into NSFW territory before I got scared; it's ObeMyra)

WIP

WIP prologue

a single night's dream

WIP Saber vs. Rider (feat. Archer)

I don't know that many people! So I guess anyone who wants to join in feel free lmao.

#tag game #end my suffering

[midnightartemis]

A Song of Fire and Sand

Rating: E

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x named!demisexual!reader

Word Count: 2320

Warnings: Canon typical gore and violence, language, mentions of incest (not depicted), mentions of rape (not depicted), NSFW

Masterlist

Chapter Four

What looked to others as a celebration, you saw as a battlefield. The wedding ceremony of King Joffery and Margery Tarell was built on show and spectacle. It moved forward at a tepid pace that had you itching in your seat between Ellaria and Oberyn. Sansa, who sat just in front of you, hardly looked at you but for a small nod. 

You technically weren’t even allowed a knife for the day; all weapons were banned for the festivities. It was a slap in the face to you, a reminder of what had happened at the Red Wedding. 

Your only solace was that Oberyn’s house guard was not far away, mixed in with the Royal guard. You had your exits planned. You knew already of a half dozen ways to arm yourself. You knew exactly how you would kill the blond brat standing at the altar. 

“You’re glaring again, my love,” Oberyn whispered against your ear. You sighed and adjusted your shimmering green and gold Dornish dress. You had managed to hide a small dagger in the fabric folds, so there was that at least. You schooled your face into a passive yet pleasant stare. “Better?”

“You could fool them all, my love.” Oberyn pressed a kiss to your hair. 

Not soon enough, the ceremony ended without much fuss and the festivities began. Food and wine flowed and Oberyn complained about the quality of it all (though there was a contortionist he and Ellaria loved). Still, this was nothing compared to the flavors and festivals of Dorne. 

Or the way you caught your husband staring at the Tyrell heir with Ellaria’s fingers between his lips. You raised an amused brow when Oberyn looked back at you. 

“There is that grin I have been missing.” Oberyn nuzzled against your neck. His fingers had been inching up your thigh beneath your skirt since you sat down. His other hand was busy between Ellaria’s legs. 

“How do you always know precisely who wishes to sleep with you?”

Oberyn hummed against your skin. “It is a secret. But I can teach you.”

“He teases you, my love.” Ellaria popped a piece of fruit in her mouth as she whispered conspiratorially. “His secret is he flirts with everyone and sometimes gets lucky.”

Oberyn pulled away from your neck with mock shock and pain. “My love, how you wound and betray me.”

Your giggles die quickly as you see Cersei and Tywin Lannister stand from their table to make their rounds about the party. Oberyn noticed as well, his eyes growing darker. 

“What do you say we take a walk, my loves?” It was not a question. The three of you rose from the table to walk around the party. 

You stood dutifully at Oberyn’s side, taking the snide looks from Northerners about you and Ellaria. There were few you recognized by anything other than reputation and, luckily, none recognized or knew of you. Who would remember the bastard daughter of a traitor? 

You plastered your face in false amusement as you kept your eye on the Lannisters across the room. It was a dance to make your way to them, to meet them as if by chance at a table of food. 

“Your grace. Lord Tywin.” Oberyn called in greeting. How did he do it? How did he look this monster in the eye and treat him with any courtesy?

“Prince Oberyn.” Tywin nodded to him. As if sensing your barely contained rage, Oberyn placed a hand on your side and squeezed. 

“I don’t believe you have met my paramours.” Oberyn looked between the four of you. “This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister, Queen Regent. I suppose it is former Queen Regent now. Lord Hand, Lady Cersei, Ellaria Sand and Myra Snow.”

You dipped your head in acknowledgment to the two Lannisters. How Ellaria managed to smile, you had no idea. Tywin Lannister held you with a cold gaze. A freezing rush went through you. He knew who you were.

“Charmed.” Tywin looked away from you to Ellaria. 

Cersei smiled, amused. “Can’t say I’ve ever met a Sand before.”

Ellaria’s smile fell. You could feel the rage that shook through her. Oberyn’s hands tightened around both of your waists. 

Your lover's voice shook as she spoke. “We are everywhere in Dorne. I have ten thousand brothers and sisters.”

“Bastards are borne of passion, aren’t they?” Oberyn looked between you and Ellaria with a soft grin. He was much better at this game than either you or Ellaria were. “We do not despise them in Dorne.”

“Is that why you were in such a hurry to escape the North?” Cersei smirked at you. 

“No.” You held her gaze. You saw the truth there. Cersei knew as well. “I love the North. I hope to return one day. But I have found love in Dorne as well. I am lucky to be a bastard with such a large family.”

I am as much a child of the North as I am a viper of Dorne. I am not easily defeated. I have the protection of the Martells. Tread lightly. 

You met Ellaria’s loving eyes and brought her hand to your lips. 

“I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities.” Oberyn broke the tense silence. “Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.”

You wanted to laugh at Cersei’s strained face. She was trying so terribly hard to be cordial. “I suppose you’ll never know, Prince Oberyn. It is a shame your brother could not attend the wedding.”

“Please give him my regards.” Tywin agreed. “With any luck, the gout will abate and with time he will be able to walk again.”

“They call it the rich man’s disease. A wonder you don’t have it.” Oberyn chuckled. With every comment, his hand on your waist grew a little tighter.

“Noblemen in my part of the country don’t enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.”

“People everywhere have their differences. In some places the High Born frown upon those of lower birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful.” Oberyn’s dark gaze turned from Tywin to Cersei. “What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Marcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.”

Cersei paled and pressed her lips into a thin line. “Fortunate, indeed, that my daughter is in your care.” She turned her gaze to you. “It is fortunate that your half-sister has stayed in comfort as well. We must always protect that which is most precious to us.”

Lady Cersei’s cold eyes flicked to you. It was a warning and a threat. Oberyn’s jaw twitched as his hand on your side became almost painful. “If you will excuse me. The feast will begin soon.”

Oberyn bowed his head as Lady Cersei left. Tywin followed in her footsteps. Oberyn's gaze did not leave them until they had gone. “Ellaria, my love, we will meet you in a moment at the table.”

Heat clenched your core at Oberyn’s words. He was filled with rage and the only place he could put it was inside you. Ellaria gave you a knowing look and left the two of you for the table. Oberyn released your side to grab your wrist and pull you through the crowd to a secluded spot against a wall, away from the party and hidden by trees. 

He pushed you against the cool stone, caging you with his body, and pressing his thigh between your legs. You whimpered at the sudden friction, cunt already dripping. 

“Who do you belong to?” Oberyn growled. 

You whined as Oberyn found your cunt under your dress. “You, my love.”

“Who else makes you sing like I do, little bird?”

“No one, no one, my prince.” You ground down on his hand. The force of Oberyn’s kiss bruised your lips. His movements became desperate as he hitched your skirts up over your hips and dipped his fingers between your folds. You tore at his pants, freeing his cock. 

“Need to be inside of you, little one. Need to mark you. Need to make you scream so that all of Westeros knows who you belong to.” Oberyn pressed his cock into your cunt, sliding in completely in one motion. He groaned as you squeezed around him. He drew out almost completely before slamming back into you. You yelped as he set a brutal pace and ran a finger over your clit. 

It wasn’t always like this. In the beginning, you hated each other. Two fires competing for the same fuel, stoking each other til you learned… Together you burned the hottest. 

The Water Gardens at Sunspear, Dorne

One year prior…

You had not slept the rest of the night. Your hands shook and drinking did not help. You had nearly ended an innocent girl’s life, no matter her family, Princess Myrcella did not deserve that. 

Oberyn’s words spun a tangled web in your mind. He wished for the death of the Lannisters as much as you did. He held his blade to your throat and yet he did not kill you. You had betrayed his trust, and yet no guards came to your rooms. 

It was Ellaria who came through your door in the morning, anger in her features. Oberyn had told her then. 

“I will leave.”

Ellaria stared you down coldly. You could see she was swimming with words to say to you, ones you likely deserved. Instead, she clenched her jaw. “Oberyn requires your presence.”

She swept out of the room in a fiery trail of skirts leaving you to catch up to her. You followed her through the halls of the palace and out into the heat of the morning. There was an open earthen courtyard just off the castle. And standing at the center of it were Oberyn and three women in armor. The eldest of which was nearly your age. 

Oberyn held a staff as did one of the others. The second woman held a whip and the third, the youngest, played with her two short blades. 

“Myra Snow. My daughters.” Oberyn nodded to each of them starting with the eldest. “Obara. Nymeria. Tyene.”

Obara twirled her spear with a bloodthirsty look to you. Nymeria followed your every breath. Tyene was the only one to give you a small smile in greeting, but you were not foolish enough to think she was any less deadly than her sisters. You looked at Oberyn and found him smirking. 

It seemed to you that you had just set foot in a den of vipers, woefully unprepared. 

Where was he going with this? 

Oberyn stalked closer to you. With every step, your heart pounded a little faster. He lifted your chin and you met his gaze as fiercely as you could. Oberyn chuckled. “For one called Snow, you are fiery, little one.”

“If you are planning to kill me, just say so.”

Oberyn raised a brow. “Did you not hear me, little one? We will have our revenge against the Lannisters. For what they did to my sister. Your father. Why would I kill you when our desires are the same, hmm?”

“Then what is this?”

“This is training. You know much, but you are sloppy. When you are backed into a corner, you revert to your Northern ways. Waving swords around at each other. I have trained my daughters since they were children. You will fight them. You will lose. And you will learn.” Oberyn looked over your shoulder to where Ellaria stood. “And perhaps watching you get a few bruises will soothe Ellaria’s temper.”

You looked back at her and frowned. “Does that work?”

Oberyn shrugged. “It does not hurt to try.”

You stared at him. By all accounts, you should be dead by now. “And if I wish to fight you?”

The prince studied you with dark eyes before a smile and a laugh crossed his lips. He leaned closer to you, close enough you could feel the scratch of his beard against your skin. You couldn’t help but shiver, despite the desert heat that cooked the air. “For that, little one, we should be alone. We both know it will only end one way.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“What makes you so unsure?” Oberyn pulled away from you and turned back to his daughters. “Who wishes to spar first?”

Present…

You came with a cry on Oberyn’s cock and he followed a second later. His warm seed flooded your cunt. He stayed in you as you held him close. Your fingers wound through his dark curls. 

“They threatened Sansa.”

“They threatened you,” Oberyn growled. “In threatening you, they threaten me. In insulting Ellaria, they insult Dorne.”

“Cersei wants her daughter back.”

“Doran wants peace.” 

“Doran will not go to war for me, even if he is my friend. I do not want you to go to war for me.”

Oberyn lifted his head from your shoulder to look you in the eyes. “You cannot stop me from burning cities for you, my love.”

“And you cannot stop me from trying to stop you.” You cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him gently. “We should return to the party. Ellaria will want her fill as well.” 

Oberyn slid from your cunt with a groan. “I cannot argue with that logic.”

You returned together to the pavilion where the King and Queen’s table sat- only to stop at the scene before you. Five dwarves ran around the stage that sat before the high table. Each of them was costumed as one of the kings from the War of Five Kings- King Joffrey, Stannis and Renly Baratheon, Greyjoy, and Robb Stark. The real King Joffrey watched from his seat at the table, cackling gleefully. Your eyes darted to Sansa, at the end of the same table seated next to Tyrion. Her pale face was drawn and pained. 

Oberyn gripped your wrist as you went for the dagger in your skirts. You tugged against him, but you were helpless to do anything to stop the horrid play of your brother’s death in front of you. The ending– dwarf Joffrey fucking a decapitated wolf’s head– was met with thunderous applause. Oberyn pulled you back to your table where Ellaria sat. You turned your eyes to the bitch king Joffrey, praying for the chance to make him suffer. Make him pay. 

You watched as he mocked Tyrion. 

Watched as he drank from his goblet.

Watched as it fell from his hands as he began to choke. 

Watched as the goblet rolled away and your sister picked it up. 

No. Death was too easy, too merciful. You would keep him alive, torture him until he begged for mercy. You’d watch as life slowly, painfully left his body. You’d–

You watched as Joffrey stumbled from the dais where the High Table sat. Watched as the poison slowly killed him. Watched as his mother screamed. 

Oberyn shook you. “Sansa. Where’s Sansa?” 

You looked to the last place you saw her. The table was empty now. Sansa was nowhere in sight. 

Tyrion. The man looked as lost as you felt. He looked around and met your eye. You moved towards him, breaking from Oberyn’s grip. You were halfway to the man when Joffrey took his final breath, hand pointed at your sister’s husband. 

You stopped in your tracks. 

“He did this. He poisoned my son- your king. Take him. Take him! Take him! Take him!” Cersei screamed. The guards rushed forward to take Tyrion into their hold. Cersei’s wild eyes dashed from her son to the crowd to Tyrion. “Where’s his bitch wife? Where is she?”

Tyrion raised his eyes to look at you and Cersei’s head whipped to face you. 

“Traitor! I’ll have your head. I’ll have both your heads.”

Distantly, you heard Oberyn roar. You felt the grip of guards grabbing you, pulling you away. And all you could stare at was the dead boy on the ground and the clean blade you held in your hand.

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I don’t feel like this piece will translate as well with just a blank Y/N otherwise, I’d have that as an option!

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