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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year
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Queen Of My Life (Aegon x Reader)
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“I will be queen and write history like my ancestor (y/n) Targaryen”
“The story of (y/n) was your brother Rhaegars Favourite, she was known as “the miracle queen”
“The miracle? Why?I’ve only known a few scattered parts of her”
“She is known as the last good leader along with her husband king Aegon, they were the first and only couple that ruled United and seemed to listen to the worries of their subjects”
“She cared for the small folk?”
“The didn’t call her “our sun” for nothing”
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(Y/n) was not supposed to be born, a child created after the night Rhaenyra laid with Ser Criston Cole, it might sound evil but as her belly grew Rhaenyra wished for the babe to die, to get rid of it.
The babe came out quickly and earlier than expected, a healthy girl that wailed loudly as she fussed and screamed to get away from her mothers grasp, it was almost like the babe had heard every thought her mother had, the hostility that was created as she was growing inside a womb that it’s owner wished she was dead.
The only person that (y/n) truly loved was Laenor, he adored his daughter and spoiled her to no ends, she had everything laid beneath her feet with one click of her fathers fingers, before her dragon hatched Laenor would take her up in the sky just to hear the little girls sequels of bliss.
“You did it!”
(Y/n) bursted in the room with a dagger in her hand, her fathers dagger that she had just lost. Rhaenyra was quick to restrain her daughter from cutting through her chest, the whole room erupted with chaos as the boiling pot that was her daughter temper seemed to have blown up and was ready to burn everyone.
“How dare you blame me?”
“How dare I? You killed my father just to marry your fucking knight in shinning armour”
The scariest part was not (y/n)s tone nor the raised tone that pierced through eardrums, it was that there was no emotion in her eyes, just plain darkness, Rhaenyra was truly backed against the wall to fight for her life.
Criston Cole was the one to thankfully be brave enough to pull (y/n) away, unfortunately due to her erratic movements the princess had managed to cut herself, earning a deep clean cut from bicep to wrist, her cry of pain was deafening as her blood spilled down to the floor, Criston wanted to throw up at the sight of his daughters blood intertwining with mourning for another man she called “father”.
“Take the princess back to her chamber Ser Criston”
The queen commanded him to which he heartedly agreed. Swiftly he lifted her up to hold her in her arms, she was just a kid, a kid that attempted to not only kill her mother, to also strike down the future heir and accuse her of murder, the queen had followed the two with her eyes as the knight exited the room, leaving all of them in despair over the event.
“We should call a maester for the princess”
Alicent suggested mostly to herself as she spoke to a hushed tone, the queen sped to the princesses room to find her laying in her bed while Ser Criston had torn off his cape to stop the bleeding, Criston was a tormented father that had his hands tied when it came to the matter of his daughter, when she was born he knew it in his heart that the babe was his kin, how could a father stand watching his only daughter lay wounded?
On the morrow Rhaenyras family departed for dragon stone, except (y/n) who had requested to stay behind and become the queens lady in waiting, queen Alicent always felt for the young girl who had inherited Cristons eyes, she could somewhat understand why Rhaenyra had a certain grudge against (y/n), to gaze upon your own daughter and see a man you hate.
One of the few times (y/n) was seen smiling was at her wedding with Aegon, Aegon fell for the princess ever since they were young, he had a very special gift from her that started from his thigh down to his knee, (y/n) and Aegon were extremely competitive so one time during training (y/n) requested real swords, Aegon being the arrogant prick he could be lazily swung his swords while (y/n) bend down and landed a nasty cut.
“How does it feel to be my lady wife?”
“Nothing has really changed, except the fact that tonight we have to land a small little cut on you”
(Y/n) and Aegon were drawn to one another long before their wedding, Alicent had betrothed them to shut the rumours of the princesses moans coming from Aegons room, while partially to quickly hide the fact that (y/n) had not bled for two moons.
Aegon giggled at the comment as he took her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, after that his other hand caressed her still flat belly lovingly, his babe was safely growing inside the woman he loved.
“It’s a boy”
“I did not know I was marrying a witch”
“Heleana saw it, we will name him Saeror”
“Saeror?! What type of name is that?”
“Saeror the future king… has a nice ring to it”
Aegon surprised them all, he became a wonderful lord husband and stood honourably by his wives side through good times and bad times.
Aegon was present when Saeror was born, he had pushed the maester away to hold his babe, he would have never thought that he would take one look at a bloody little thing that resembled a small kitten would make him so happy, Aegon laughed loudly as Saeror wailed his way into the world.
“Saeror, You will be our legacy little one”
Reluctantly he passed the babe to the wet nurses so they can take care of the newborn, carelessly he wiped his hands to his clothes before kneeling in front of his glowing wife who sheepishly smiled at him, content with bringing the future heir to the world without any complications.
Aegon caressed her hair while his other hand held hers tightly, she had blessed him with a new family, (y/n) shed light in his life like the beacon of old town, how wife was the fire that burned him so sweetly.
“A lot of women say they do not wish for their husbands to be in the room while giving birth, it is said men do not look at their wives as women any more”
“I do not view you as a woman, I worship you as a goddess”
“I did good”
“You did wonderful, queen of my life”
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Rhaenyra had been absent to every important event, the wedding, the birth of (y/n)s first born, any feast that was held for (y/n)s honour Rhaenyra had an excuse to not make an appearance, sending only a letter as a “congratulations”, the bitterness within (y/n) took over her brain towards her mother in a quick pace.
Quite the contrary with her good mother queen Alicent, she had stepped up to take great care of (y/n) and showed her the way to be a queen, Alicent was determined to be the mother she did not have, she was aware of what life was like without that maternal figure and would hate herself if she allowed that curse to be casted upon another woman.
(Y/n) had proven to be restless, giving birth to three sons one after the other. Saeror, Zenea and little Aemond in honour of her good brother who hugged (y/n) tightly and whispered a subtle “thank you” in her ear when they announced the babes name to the court.
“(y/n) and Aegon the generous” where known within kings landing due to visiting orphanages often to take care of the children as well as funding maesters to visit anyone in need of medical care from the small folk, adored by the public was an extremely brilliant move against the heir Rhaenyra who had fled the capital and lived her life hiding away instead of building her claim.
(Y/n) and Aegon were seen with their children and Ser Criston Cole along with Ser Erryk to kings landing, listening to the small folks worries and strolling through paths like common folk, another clever move was throwing feasts for the children’s namedays were everyone was welcomed, the masses were fed and give their blessing to the princes, Lords from all of Westeros would travel to make alliances with the Targaryens, to offer their daughters for the princes.
“Push my love”
“I cannot, I am tired”
“Come on sweetling this is your fourth time in this bed, you are strong”
(Y/n) pushed with all her might while Alicent and Aegon held her hands to support her and pass their strength to her, (y/n) grunted and breathed heavily to push a new life out of her. She fell in her husbands arms once she felt the relief of the babe releasing from her womb, the sound of a newborn weeping would never get old to the couple, Aegon engulfed her with his arms to bring his sweaty mess of a wife in his arms to kiss her temple.
“Praise the mother, my queen you did well”
“Is our boy healthy?”
“A strong boy sweet one”
Alicent reassured the princess as she followed the wet nurses who did the usual routine for the babe before bringing it to the mother. (Y/n) held her new babe in her arms while she was still being held by her husband, tears that were shed from his eyes hit her shoulder.
“What will we name him?”
“I was thinking Naemor”
“Welcome to the family Naemor”
Aegon cooed at the babe who had started to calm down in his mothers arms. Aegon gave another kiss to his wives head, she deserved all the gold in the world for the sacrifices she had made, to create a home for him in her arms and create a human from his seed, she was his miracle.
“Your grace, your presence is requested to the throne room”
“Oh seven hells I completely forgot of the hearing”
“Is that today? We must get ready”
“My love, you are to remain abed”
“No, I will not give her that satisfaction of missing this, help me please or I’ll do this without you”
Aegon had no choice but to comply to his wives wishes and offer his hands for support to get her up on her feet. Ser Criston watched silently for a moment until he mastered the courage to take a few steps to stand next to the princess.
“A boy?”
“Indeed, here”
Carefully (y/n) laid her newborn babe in the knights arms, Criston could not believe his eyes, a fourth grandchild was presented to him, he was as perfect as the rest of them, they were times that he had cursed himself for what he had done, to fall for Rhaenyras act and entertain it to the point that he risked the highest honour and toyed with his life, this is the moment that gave his life meaning, to see your daughter prevail and become the strongest Targaryen of the entire kingdom.
Once the wet nurses were excused and (y/n) dressed in her gown with the assistance of her husband Criston stayed in the room to rock the babe for as long as he could, away from the prude eyes of the servants.
“You have a beautiful family… princess”
“Aegon could you please take the babe?”
Aegon gladly reached for the babe to cradle him in his arms, the newborn had drifted off to slumber as he was safely rocked by his grandfather.
(Y/n) froze in her spot for a moment as she eyeballed the knight who also did not move a muscle, it was her that fell in his arms for a tight hug. She was not dim witted, the stories had reached her ears ever since she was a toddler, Criston was there for every step of her life, protecting his kin from the shadows.
“I will take revenge for you, do not worry… father”
Criston only caressed her long dirty blonde hair, it was very few times that (y/n) could truly show affection to her biological father, after such an emotional event of giving birth Criston was one of the closest people she had, her true father that was there for her more than her mother had ever been.
“You mustn’t walk in your condition, I’ll carry you there”
“No I-“
“Hush now princess I’ll let you down before the doors agape”
It was pointless to put on a fuss, her father had her off her feet in a blink of an eye while her husband Aegon was on their side with the newborn babe. Soon enough they reached the throne room doors and Criston Cole kept his promising by allowing the princess to stand by herself.
“Princess (y/n) and prince Aegon of house Targaryen”
As the doors unlatched to reveal the couple (y/n) felt like her “family” threw daggers from their eyes to the princess, a part of her wanted to know what was it that she had done that cause such hatred, the other part was quite content with her own family.
“I apologise for the interruption your grace, we happily announce the birth of our newborn son Naemor”
“A fourth son… let me see”
“Allow me my moon”
(Y/n) mumbled to Aegon as asked for their son to take him up to the stairs to the frail grandsire. (Y/n) was in agony the minute she took a step in the room, labour was one of the most excruciating pains she had experienced, however no one could see her pain, the prideful princess smiled as she bend the knee to let the king gaze upon the child.
“A strong son from the most beloved couple of the realm”
“You honour me your grace”
“I believe we need to circle back to the reason we are all gathered here”
“I can understand it might bring a certain uneasiness to you that you are not the centre of attention, still do allow your own daughter to present her son-your fourth grandson- to the king -our father-“
Aegon snapped at his half sister, (y/n) smirked at the sharp jab her husband had landed. Aegon would go to war for his family, he had grown to be a man because of the influence (y/n) had on him, she made him stronger, sharper, a proper king and a protector of the realm.
(Y/n) was proud of the man she had married, she had to admit that when she was to be wed to him she feared for her future, what if Aegons passion for her burned out? What if his taste for wine got the best of him?
Questions that clouded her judgement had kept her up until the dawn of her wedding day, now there he was, not an ounce of quiver as he went toe to toe with Rhaenyra to defend his queen.
“We have decided as a union that our presence is important since we would officially want to announce that we side with prince Jacaerys when it comes to the claim of driftmark”
“What?”
“My brother is the second born of our family, our… late father Laenor had wished for him to inherit it, the power of the ocean runs through our veins”
“What do you know of Velaryon blood princess? I could cut my wrists and you would still not recognise it”
“ I only recognise the blood of a man like Laenor, a knight that fought to defend the realm against the common foe, I do not wish to witness the blood of a villainous brother that stops at nothing to gain power”
(Y/n) had stepped down from the throne that her grandsire was occupying, Aegon paced quickly to her to take their son from her with one hand while the other snaked it’s way around her waist for support, he was observant enough to pick up on the slight trembling of her hands, she was growing tired and the argument of Ser Vaemond was not helping.
“Enough!”
The king declared as loud as he could with the combination of stomping his cane to the ground for a louder pause to the heated conversation. (Y/n) and Aegon turned their backs on Ser Vaemond in order to face the king out of respect, (y/n) even leaned her head to Aegons shoulder to get closer to him, his musk scent was a familiar thing she could focus as she was feeling her knees fighting to keep her up.
“I have heard enough, it is a day to celebrate not to kill each other. I hereby reaffirm Prince Jacaerys of house Velaryon as the future heir of lord of the tides, I should also announce that prince Aegon with his lady wife princess (y/n) of house Targaryen will be declared as my… heirs to the throne… after me”
“It cannot be”
“Aegon and (y/n) have proved themselves worthy of the throne… Rhaenyra, my sweet daughter… you will inherit the… Step-ahhh”
“Call the maesters!”
Aegon felt his wife tense at the scene that was playing in front of them, the time she had always been waiting for was happening, her grandsire was announcing her as his heir instead of Rhaenyra.
The grunts of agony that shook the room from her grandsire caused the small babe to start fussing, wails erupting from her new born son while Aegon started to lightly bounce the babe in his arms.
“Hush little one, you father is here”
“We must go, come my moon”
(Y/n) took Aegons hand to lead him out of the throne room while everyone was preoccupied with tending to her grandsire the king, her pain however caused a flinch while a hiss was uttered from her causing her to come to a halt.
“You need to rest”
“We do not have time for that”
“I do not care what you say, the throne will be there after you take a bath and sleep for a few hours, Ser Criston take my wife in our chambers, I will handle the rest”
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“So the king died right after he declared a new heir?”
“Correct”
“If he had announced it to the court as you say, why did war ensue?”
“Princess Rhaenyra fled to dragon stone with her family to call banners for support to her claim, the king had passed before the official ceremony could take place”
“And what of queen (y/n)?”
“Her and king Aegon were crowned before the masses at dawn, the small folk cheered at the announcement of that the couple were crowned as king and queen of the realm, men offered to be trained as knights to protect the new queen against princess Rhaenyra”
“So a mother and a daughter went to war”
“Queen (y/n) was known for one phrase”
“The blood in the veins is thicker than the water in the womb”
“The Beloved queen was an intriguing character, a powerful woman with endless potential, her story is the second most astonishing one after Aegon the conqueror”
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paleroze · 9 days
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Jing Yuan imagines
Lion Hybrid Jing Yuan
๋. ࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋๋࣭࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭
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Being in the most powerful pride, Jing Yuan had to make sure all the other lion hybrids has a shelter, a food, and well protected, and that includes you. Even if you, yourself is not a lion.
But, who's to say that you can't be part of Jing Yuan's territory? That man, he is one of the Arbiter-Generals.. He is wise and brave when it comes to battle, but once he is back in the seat of Divine Foresight, even in office he dozes off most of the time!
Fortunately for everyone, today Jing Yuan is wide awake and doing.. whatever a general has to do. To be his lover and assistant, it has been nice to look after him. You proceed with his meetings, arrange his schedule, the paperworks Jing Yuan had to assist and look after, and then somehow, a time to play Xianzhou Starchess.. Jing Yuan and his requests..
You look over to glance at the general to see him with a bored look on his face and cheek resting on his fist, staring down at the documents as his tail sway languidly. Somehow you can see a small pout on his lips indicating his displeasure yet are forced to work as it is his duty.
You can't help but chuckle, which causes him to look up when he heard you, but the moment his eyes met your figure, you are already looking back at your clipboard and walking away from his table to talk with the other people inside the seat of Divine Foresight. Even you get bored sometimes.
Abandoning his paperworks you gave him this morning, Jing Yuan decided to watch you from his seat instead, his eyes following your every move with interest, how you talk to that other Lion hybrid longer than intended, and another approaching you in need of help, then another to chat with. A thought crosses his mind as he realized that those fellow hybrid of his talked to you more than he can chat with you, and you are his lover, how unfair!
Clearly you must've know too, right? When both of you gets to rest in your chambers, you turn to be cuddly and would spoil him rotten with attention until you fall asleep.
Jing Yuan had a glare on his face when you noticed him on the corner of your eye, you can see that it was direct towards the group of people you are talking to, which causes you to excuse yourself and goes back to him.
"General, get back on reading those papers, I need to submit it to the six commissions." You spoke to him with a smile, leaning down that got his attention.
"You'll be coming home late again?" He asks instead, looking up at you.
He looks cute, his ears are drooped and the tail that sways moments ago stops and lowers. You nod, "Mn, you know how it is, and if you don't finish that I might not make it home till midnight." You sound like you're speaking to a child, but the way you talk to Jing Yuan, calm and in a soft voice, that man would always turn soft over your behavior.
It barely shows that you are in a relationship with Jing Yuan, when inside the seat of Divine Foresight, your mind is only focused on work, and you're strict when needed. Due to this, the people inside would always wonder if the both of you are in love, or just that the General likes to flirt with his assistant. He often does, but you turn it away most of the time and instead drives his attention on the work in front of him that makes him look like a hurt kitten after being turned down.
The door suddenly opens and all the eyes turn on the sudden burst, you recognize a lady walking in in a hurry and when she sees you, the unnamed woman rush towards you.
The Ten-Lords commission requests for your presence immediately that they send an assistant personally. Worried, you can't help but drop the conversation with Jing Yuan and go with the lady, leaving Jing Yuan alone.
Jing Yuan was displeased as another person took you away, that woman that suddenly bursts inside just to take you? What are the cloud knights doing at the entrance?
The people inside could feel the growing tension and the Lion Hybrids cower that made them look down at their work, unable to lift their head.
Also, how come you went with her willingly? What if you get in danger? Xianzhou Luofu is safe, but at the place the Ten-Lords commission residing is quite dangerous.
Jing Yuan couldn't help but finish the paperworks immediately, calling another assistant for them to deliver it to the six commissions.
Instead of following you due to his worries, Jing Yuan disregards all the schedules he had for today, pouring it to the others that worked for him since it was all meeting they can cover the General for. He went to your shared chambers and locked himself for today, Jing Yuan plans on waiting for you, even if he knew that you would scold him for passing his work to someone else, even if it was just a meeting they can handle. Yet he fell asleep as soon as his lays on the bed. He embraces the title Dozing General at this point...
The sun was setting when you arrived back at the seat of Divine Foresight, your hair quite disheveled from running back and forth to the place and now another document on hand for Jing Yuan to sign. Yet as you stood in front, the General was nowhere to be seen, you checked his schedule and the time, the meeting with the Divination Commission should be done by now..
A foxian called for your attention when you stood in the middle of the room. "The general sent someone else to attend the meetings, he's back inside his chambers right now. "
That...! You sighed and thanked the man before heading to your shared chambers where often the both of you reside when too tired to come home.
But right when you step inside, you immediately see his large figure and see him sleeping on the bed. Before you can even scold him, your furrowed eyebrows dissipates and instead you calmly walk up to him. You sat on the corner of the bed and stared at his sleeping face, he looks peaceful that you did not bother to wake him up any longer. Somehow Jing Yuan never fails to swoon you even just by doing nothing, it is why you keep falling in love with him.
As you ruffled his white hair, his ears flinched and you heard a low purr from him, yet Jing Yuan remains asleep. You began to change into your nightgown he specifically gifted you and lays next to him, lifting the covers and cuddles to the lion hybrid.
Smelling your familiar scent, Jing Yuan's eyes opened and he met yours. He was expecting a scold the moment he woke up yet none came, you instead smiled at him and pet his hair which he always leans to. He almost forgot that he was sulking.
He pulls away when he remembered, turning his back that made you surprise, Jing Yuan never turn his back at you at sleep.
'ah.. is it this time.'
Smiling mischievously, you didn't dare to get close to him to hug him from the back and instead turn to your side that made the bed creak, indicating your movements. You get comfortable to your side and closes your eyes and waits for sleep to consume you.
But before you could drift off to sleep, Jing Yuan was on top of you and forces you to lay on your back. You open your eyes and look at him, raising an eyebrow.
His ears, it's dropped and a frown plastered on his face. His gold eyes looking at you and you tilt your head. "What's wrong?"
Jing Yuan glared at you and suddenly puts his weight into you which made you huff.
"Jing Yuan! Get off, you're heavy!"
"No." He answers, trapping you beneath him. You could feel his breath on your ear as he smells you, inhaling your scent he openly claimed to be good.
You sigh and gave up, you instead began to play with his soft hair and massages his scalp you know would make him sleepy. But making him fall asleep knows more weight would be put more on you, so you force him to look up, stopping him from breathing on your neck.
"What does my grumpy cat want?" You teased, the glare on Jing Yuan face deepens.
" 'not a cat." He shortly answered.
"You are though," You laugh, pulling him down for a kiss. "There, feel better?"
"That's not my lips." Yes, you knew. But to tease him longer you kissed the tip of his nose, then your lips met his cheeks and you heard him groan as he called your name to warn you.
Finally, your lips met his and you last it longer.
"Feel better now, my lion?"
"..Yeah."
Ah, you really do love him.
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ninjacomix · 6 months
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I saw the womb tattoos and had to hop in the ask box immediately… Remember, this is your fault, not mine >_>
Anyway, can you do Genshin girls of your choice showing off their tattoo to their male s/o? My depraved, tired brain is thirsting for it in the middle of the night…
I knew what I was doing when I posted that
Anyway I think these 3 would get one either to mess with you or cause you asked
Bearing your mark~
Warnings: NSFW headcannons, implied Element play, subtle non con in yelans part, a
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Yelan
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Okay so yelan and you have been together for a long time now and have gotten very comfortable with one another....maybe a little too comfortable as the both of you cuddle lazily in bed with yelans head resting on your bare chest as her arms are wrapped around your waist and you keep an arm around hers with your hand on the small of her back, but as you both enjoy the silence that the morning sun brought yelan suddenly remembered something she wanted to show you
"Hey darling~" Yelan spoke her favorite nickname for you, drawing your attention from the random spot on the wall you were staring at and into her beautiful emerald eyes "yes hun?"
"So remember when we were talking about me getting a tattoo of your initials somewhere on me?" You vaguely remembered that so once you gave a small yes, yelan suddenly straddles your lap and lifts her sleeping gown, revealing a womb tattoo of your element (Cryo) which earns a surprised gasp from you and a sudden erection from your cock making yelan giggle before using her vision to wrap you up in hydro ropes
"Let's see what happens when you apply cryo to that hot cock of your darling~"
Safe to say neither of you got to work on time that morning....or afternoon
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Lisa minci
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It was another day in mondstadt as you finish up your afternoon patrol. You remember being told that your lover lisa wanted to see you in the library, so once you found some time you made your way inside the library where you found the lovely lisa placing books back into their shelves so with the stealth of a mouse you stand behind her and wrap your arms around her waist earing a cute yelp from her
"Hello, my violet rose~" the way you speak into her ear in that low voice she loved and nuzzle against her cheek making her blush before she turns in your embrace and places a kiss to your lips
"Hello to you too, my brave knight....so excited for what I'm about to show you~" Before you could reply, she brings you to a secluded corner of the library and with a sultry smile. She lifts the front of her dress and reveals a womb tattoo with the symbol of your anemo vision above her womb and judging by how red your face is you love it so she struts over to a table and lays on it before spreading her legs and pushing her panties to the side revealing her glistening cunt
"Well come on darling, take that sword of yours and electro swirl this naughty librarians pussy"
To say you did as she said was an understatement as the library was closed early due to an "Elemental reaction related accident"
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Yae miko
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It's been a dull couple of days at the shrine for the lady guiji, yes she could continue to torment and harass the poor shrine maidens but with her loving husband and fellow kitsune finally on vacation from his work In the shogunate she decides to reward her brave soldier for all his hard work so when miko invited you to the bedroom that night for "something special" you thought nothing of it
"So miko, what did you wanna show me?" Currently, the both of you were sitting on your bed with miko laying her head in your lap before rising and pushing you down onto the bed as she teasingly licks her finger before dragging it down her neck, then between her breasts and finally down her stomach before stopping over her womb where you see a tattoo of your electro vision making your ears stand up and redden at the tips
"Do you like it, my love, I got it with you in mind?" Despite your embaresser stuttering and the way she's looking at you, it is an identifier of anything you were in for a long and electrifyingly steamy night
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ancient-and-gauntly · 4 months
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Nursery Room Bonding
FutureDad!Sebastian Sallow x Reader
Warnings: pregnancy, ultra soft sebastian dealing with his sassy baby, movement Summary: Just some ultra soft baby kicks for Sebastian Word Count: 500
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Sebastian slowly wandered through the quiet cottage and off toward the newly built nursery. The afternoon sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over everything. With a gentle smile, Sebastian turned his attention to you, sitting comfortably on the newly carved rocking chair he and Ominis had constructed themselves, you pregnant belly cradled in your hands as you happily rock back and forth, humming. You looked up at him with a content expression, knowing he was eager to say hello to the baby. “Just in time,” you tease, looking down at your tummy. “I just finished scolding this little trouble maker for the gymnastics they felt like doing today.”
“Ah sweetheart. They can’t help it.”Sebastian chuckles, kneeling down onto the floor next to you.”They have your adventurous spirit.” He smiles, putting his hand next to yours. He begins to speak to your stomach quietly, his voice filled with both excitement and a touch of playful anticipation. "Hey there, little one. It's your dad, and I've been told its time to have a firm chat with you. Your mother’s been telling me about all the kicking and tumbling you've been up to in there. And while I am sure she loves feeling you present I don’t think she needs it all of the time." He looks up at you, a glint of laughter in his eyes before continuing."You know, your mom and I can't wait to meet you. We've got so many adventures planned – trips to the park to feed the hippogriffs and puffskeins, bedtime stories about all the heroic times I -a brave knight in shining armor- saved your mother- a beautiful princess- from a fire breathing dragon- uncle ominous can get quite cross with us you know- and- “
“And maybe even a bit of mischeif?” You ask, laughing silently. “Stop trying to scare the poor dear about Ominis. He is their Godfather after all. The last thing we need is another you running around and poor Omi responsible for him.”
Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle, imagining the personalities of his unborn child."Your mom is the most amazing woman I've ever met, and you and her both are going to have me wrapped around your little fingers. I can already tell."He spoke with genuine love and excitement "Now I heard a rumor that you are moving for mother. Yet I have not felt so much as the smallest flutter whenever I feel for you in there. How about giving your old man a sign that you're listening? A little kick, maybe?" he said, gently rubbing your belly.
As if on cue, Sebastian felt a subtle movement beneath his hand for the first time. His eyes lit up, and a broad grin spread across his worn and freckled face. "There you go! That's my girl- or boy! We're going to have so much fun together."
You watched Sebastian with adoration, your heart filled with warmth at the sight of the father-to-be connecting with your child.
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mono-dot-jpeg · 7 months
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a child and their 9ft pet - astral express crew
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summary; the adventures of a 7 year old and their large mythical beast called ossy.
genre/extra tags; bullet fic/headcanons, anxious! reader, reader is connected to most animals (but mostly their companion), reader is from the luofu, i made reader a bit know it all sassy but it's okay it's only for a little bit, reader is a smart baby
[platonic] [7 year old! reader] [gender neutral! reader]
[buy me a kofi to support!]
a/n; this is the most steven universe shit i've seen /j /nm, that's what popped into my mind upon reading this ask. nothing wrong with it. just pointing it out KSDJKSJ also this is based off lion dog from chinese mythology which is what i assume you were describing from the shih tzu and also im rather familiar with the lion dog myself as someone who used to visit temples with my family (love those statues). anyways, hope you enjoy, you didn't really specify what type of work you wanted, so i did bullet fic/hcs
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the crew met you when you were trying to avoid them
you're not really normal in the luofu, you were not really an anomaly but you weren't a normal kid either.
the general knew of you due to your larger than life pet.
well... it was more of a beast of mythic lore turned real but who's arguing about definitions here?
even if your pet was in a smaller form, they were still pretty big. about 4ft. maybe twice your height almost
but jingyuan let you have your pet as long as you weren't making trouble
anyways, back to the actual subject at hand.
the astral crew needed to find you since you were supposedly the young scholar of the luofu who seemed to know everything and loved learning about everything
you were almost a historian some would even say
but you didn't really like the idea of being a historian
you just like learning about everything
but you weren't the best around people
so when you met the crew .. .
you jumped right into your pet's fur, disappearing without a trace
"HUH?!"
"how did they disappear like that?"
"did they just jump into that animal's fur?"
march tries to reach out, but the dog barks angrily and backs up
"okay okay! sorry.. puppy?"
"they're not a puppy!" your voice erupts from the soft fur of the dog (?) your head pops up startling the express crew, "they're a lion! get it right!" you scolded them.
"but they don't look like a lion."
"and you don't look like a local, so what's it to you!?" you huffed. "you don't know everything about the luofu!"
"that's why we're here. we need to know more about the history of your home." the eldest man, welt yang, spoke gently. "general jingyuan sent us."
you sigh as you cuddle into your pet's fur, still leaving the crew to wondering how you're being contained in it. "okay. what do you want to know?" and you begrudgingly answer their questions. you eventually leave your pet's fur and they keep your feeling less anxious about the strangers who imposed on your reading time.
and that's it for now.
the crew is mildly concerned and curious about you\
they spot you around different parts of the luofu as they continue their adventure.
let's say that they even had more time to get to know you better. how you're kind of a wild card for the luofu cloud knights and how you'd rather do a plain hobby than fight.
but you're perfectly capable of doing so
well, mostly your pet.
boy were they shocked when they saw your already large ish lion change and grow into a true creature of mythology, and fought the marastruck with ease.
"no chewing! marastruck isn't good for your diet!" you had scolded after the fight was over. "put them down ossy!" despite their cowering size, they almost shrink at your words and remind the crew of a sad puppy or cat. but ossy listens to you and spits out the marastruck, letting it disintegrate into the air.
yeah.. the crew was even more curious after that.
trailblazer was the only brave enough to speak what they were all thinking. what is your pet and how did you get them?
and you told them the simple story that you gained them as a family heirloom and bonded a contract with them. you even formed other contracts with other animals but not as strong as ossy's contract.
ossy was sort of a present from your family as you came from a line of mythic beast tamers and now you're here with them
and after that, you visit the express once in a while with ossy by your side to get a break from the streets of luofu
you take up your other hobbies when you're in the express, often knitting or drawing and you make drawings and little bracelets from the crew. while your drawings and knitting works arent as amazing as your knowledge, you don't mind because it just means more to learn and improve on.
you love being with the crew now and you love ossy more than ever of course!
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gumycandyyy · 6 months
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OKAY IM FEELING BRAVE N NOT GOING ANON SO HI!!!
I love your writing n I was wondering if i could request a WK x Gn! Reader where the reader is like crashed into a cave or smthn, wk goes to investigate and they find the reader that (size wise) is like HUGE, like 16 feet tall!! BUT. once they see wk they shrink down to around his size, n they talk n find out they’re from like a diff planet in their universe?! N they can’t get back.
(idk where this idea came from I apologize:3)
୨♡ You're Something, Aren't you?" ♡୧
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I love this idea! I think I'm gonna combine it with another ask i got.
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(For those wondering why the gumlee fanart tag is here, it's because I put some of my art at the end of every fic. It just happens to be gumlee this time)
Gender neutral reader
Romantic
Type: Headcanons
Request: Yup! They're back open, too!
Some descriptions of the reader, nothing detailed, just dragon stuff.
Summary: Being a space dragon is cool. Except for when you're too tired to leave a planet.. Thankfully, you have help from a new friend.
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-You're a space being.
-A celestial dragon, if you will.
-You're quite a majestic being, even having some of your own constellations named after you.
-Perks of being a beautiful immortal creature.
-While you're practically immortal, you can get tired, especially after traversing through the cosmos.
-So every so often, you gracefully land on a habitable planet, to regain your strength for a few days.
-You more or less crash landed on this one.
-It was called Ooo, if you recall correctly. You're sometimes allowed to name a few planets or stars, but this one has existed for longer than you have.
-It's a little embarrassing to be taking refuge in such an old planet.
-However, you had the funniest encounter while on Ooo.
-It was little more than twenty minutes after you crash landed in an icy forest.
-You had knocked down quite a few trees and stirred up quite the commotion in a town nearby, as they could see you flying in from the atmosphere.
-You were trying to take a few splinters out in your dragon form when you met...
-Him.
-It sounded so cheesy, but you had never seen a more beautiful thing in the universe.
-Safe to say you were floored.
-Literally.
-He and a few... What looked to be scouts and knights made of ice neared you cautiously.
-He seemed to recognize you, which was a little strange. You guessed there were history books of some sort written about you.
-He introduced himself as the Winter King, and welcomed you to Ooo.
-Yes, he had definitely heard of you.
-You decided to shift into your smaller form. It was still ethereal and god-like, but it was easier on the eyes than being a twenty-foot tall dragon.
-You kept your wings and horns, just parts of yourself that you thought to be enchanting.
-the Winter King spoke to you, a little shocked at your sudden shift. You were wearing clothes, what other mortal customs had you missed?
"Well, *ahem* it is my honor to meet a celestial being such as yourself! If I may ask, why choose this planet?"
-You explained that it was the nearest habitable planet, and that it didn't matter too much.
-You didn't think too highly of yourself, as you were quite low on the god-scale. Only a minor universal god, instead of being a multiversal god.
-If that made any sense.
-You politely asked Winter King if you could regain your strength in his kingdom.
"Oh, why of course! A- anything for someone such as yourself!" -His pale blue skin flushed in a pinkish tone, and his voice faltered ever so slightly.
-You tended to have that effect on people.
-However, he seemed to be handling your presence quite well, so part of you wondered if he were somewhat immortal, or was just a magic user in general.
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-You stayed for a little less than two weeks, learning quite a bit as you took refuge.
-You were quite uneducated when it came to planets like Ooo, embarrassingly so, at times.
-But it felt nice to have Winter King explain things to you.
-He seemed so respectful, yet so interested in everything you did or said.
-It turned out he was an astronomy nerd, and stories of you were his favorite.
-He wrote down practically everything you said, but as time went on, it seemed less like worship and more like interactions between friends.
-You preferred it that way, to be honest.
-You learned not only much about Ooo, but also much about the Winter Kingdom as well.
-Whenever it snowed softly, you would always spend time outside, sometimes dragging Winter along with you.
-You did everything from nap, to play in the snow.
-It seemed childish, but the two of you had quite a bit of fun.
-Not to mention the food there was absolutely phenomenal.
-You swore that you would return the generous favor of the Winter King.
-When it eventually came time for you to leave the planet, the both of you were quite sad.
-However, you knew if you stayed longer, you'd never leave. And that wasn't good.
-You were out on the terrace, having said your goodbyes to Winter and the citizens, ready to shift to your ethereal form to take flight.
-However, you felt something nagging at you to stay for a few more moments.
-You were correct to wait.
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Winter called your name, looking to have run all the way up here. He placed his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths.
"Winter..? I thought you already said goodbye?" Winter cleared his throat and stood up, placing his hands behind his back. He'd regained his composure so quickly it was shocking. He cleared his throat once again.
"It just occurred to me that I never asked for that return favor.." You brought your hand up to your lips, ashamed you forgot your promise.
"I- Oh my word, I apologize. I forgot."
Winter assured you that it was no big deal, and that his favor was only a small one. He stepped towards you, almost shyly.
"Well, rest assured, I can do almost anything. There is a grey area in which I'm unable to give, but otherwise, I will do anything in my power to grant you what you seek."
Winter blushed, his gaze transfixed on the ground. He seemed to be at a loss for words. Your large wings twitched, and after a few moments, Winter seemed to have figured out what he wanted.
"If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to request..."
He looked up at you with the sweetest of smiles.
"A kiss."
You were taken aback for just a moment, but regained your composure as quickly as you lost it. You took a step towards Winter, returning his warm smile.
"Well, if that's all you seek, I would be more than happy to give you what you so desire."
Winter shifted in place with an almost giddy expression, and looking up at you, you could tell he had wanted this for quite some time.
You'd be a liar if you said you hadn't thought about it prior to today.
"I would much appreciate that."
He said simply. So making sure not to waste any more of your time, you bent down to Winter's height. Despite being in your smaller form, you were still quite a bit taller than anyone else.
You caught his lips in yours, holding the embrace for a few moments. His lips felt cold, and it was all you could have hoped for.
When you separated, you gently held his face in your clawed hands.
"I have truly cherished this time with you, and I wish I could have stayed longer. However, my higher duties must not be ignored."
Winter nodded in understanding, placing his small hand atop yours.
"I promise I will think of you often, and will call on you if I'm ever passing through this side of your galaxy. That I will swear." "But until then, my dear."
The only thing Winter could remember of that moment, was the feeling of your lips in his forehead, and the silhouette of your ethereal form, fading out of the atmosphere.
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your complimentary art ^^ (gumlee edition!!)
Sorry bout the whole hiatus thing, I had been sobbing for two hours straight. Anyway, rq's are open!
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Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles
Happy Birthday Batman
An official DC Comics calendar published for 1976 identified February 19th as Bruce Wayne’s birthday.  Other dates have been mentioned in the comics as possibly being the Batman’s birthday yet the nineteenth of February still seems the most canonically recognized.  Really, a Pisces?  
In any case, to celebrate the Dark Knight’s birthday here are paper cut-outs of Batman in all his various animated forms.  Who knew there were so many?
The Adventures Of Batman was the first Batman cartoon series and ran from 1968 to 1969.  It stared Olan Soule in the role of Batman with a young Casey Kasem in the role of Robin. 
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The SuperFriends brought Batman together with the world’s greatest heroes and ran from 1973 all the way to 1986.  Soul and Kasem both reprised their roles as Batman and Robin in the series.
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The New Adventures of Batman ran for a single season in 1977 featuring Adam West as Batman and Burt Ward as Robin.  This was a particularly silly show and featured a great deal of a magical imp known as Bat-Mite.  
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1992 saw the advent of the greatest cartoon of all time as Batman: The Animated Series debuted and ran through to 1995.  The great Kevin Conroy provided the voice for Batman.
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The New Batman Adventures was a continuation of Batman: The Animated Series with some updated stylistic changes.  It ran from 1997 to 1999, featuring Conroy as Batman.  
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Batman Beyond entailed a Gotham City of the future where an aged Bruce Wayne trains a young man on his path to filling the mantle of The Batman.  It ran from 1999 to 2001 and stared Kevin Conroy as Bruce Wayne and Will Friedle as his protégé, Terry McGinnis.
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Justice League brought the Superfriends back together this time under the banner of The Justice League (and later Justice League Unlimited).  It ran from 2001 to 2006 and once more featured Kevin Conroy in the role of Batman.
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The Batman, which ran from 2004 to 2008, departed from the continuity established in Batman: The Animated Series and presented a new version of the Caped Crusader and his various allies and adversaries.  It starred Rino Romano in the role of Batman with Evan Sabara and Danielle Judovits as Robin and Batgirl.    
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Echoing the campiness of 1966, Batman: The Brave and The Bold was a fun, light-hearted anthology series that ran from 2004 to 2008.  Each episode saw Batman teaming up with different heroes of the DC Universe for madcap adventures.  Diedrich Bader stared as Batman.
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The series Young Justice, which ran non-concurrently from 2010 to 2022, focused primarily on Robin and the other younger heroes as they made their way from being sidekicks to a team in the own right.  Batman featured in many of the episodes where he was voiced by Bruce Greenwood.  
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Beware the Batman from for a single season in 2013.  Anthony Ruivivar voiced Batman in this dark, largely computer animated series.  
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Batman Unlimited ran from 2015 to 2016.  This was primarily a commercial in animated form featuring short, action-packed stories in tandem with the release of action figures and toy vehicles.  Roger Craig Smith provided the voice for Batman. 
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Justice League Action brought back the League for more light-hearted adventures with a star-studded cast.  It ran from 2016 to 2018 with Kevin Conroy returning to once again voice Batman.  
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Batman appeared as a periodic guest star in the DC Super Hero Girls series, which ran from 2019 to 2022.  Herein Batman spoke in a barely audible growl that only the other characters could comprehend.  Whereas actor Keith Ferguson provided the voice for Bruce Wayne, who further hid his secret identity as the the Caped Crusader by featuring in the ridiculous reality TV show, ‘Making it Wayne.’
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A lampooned version of the Dark Knight sporadically features in the zany Harley Quinn animated series, premiering in 2019.   Diedrich Bader reprises his role from Batman: The Brave and The Bold, voicing this decidedly goofier version of the Dark Knight.
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And finally, hopefully debuting some time soon, Batman: The Caped Crusader acts as a spiritual successor to Batman: The Animated Series and features the final acting role of the late, great Kevin Conroy, reprising Batman one last time.  
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deefighter2739 · 6 months
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⭐️MetaDede Week day three: Caring.
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This time I did a little oneshot. This scenario had been rotating in my mind for a long time and had a chance to practice my writing. 🙏
under the cut to avoid clogging the timeline
•💙❤️•
Meta Knight tried to hide his fright when Dedede opened the first aid kit. That medicine and alcohol scent made him nervous.
"I know you don't like this, but I have to clean it." The king said with a distant voice. The disappointment was noticeable in his voice, but he also worried for his knight's fears.
"This is not neccesary, his majesty. I am... I am fine." The knight hesitated when he saw his king soak cotton and bring some bandages.
It was more than obvious it was a lie. It was only necessary to see all the bruises and deep scratches over his body, his exhausted wings, and his emblematic mask broken into dozens of pieces.
"You are not. Give me your arm." Dedede's voice remained monotonous. Meta Knight cooperated when he noted the king wouldn't flinch, but he tensed again when anticipated the cold sensation from that cotton ball.
Though it contributed, this wasn't about his discomfort towards medicines. The powerful warrior didn't want to make it known that he needed help, and he wouldn't admit he was in the wrong. That battle could have cost him his life, and he still took despite the king's orders.
And all of this for what? To prove he was strong? Because the so powerful Sir Meta Knight couldn't refuse to battle? Dedede loved his knight, his best friend and sworn partner. But sometimes he was so reckless...
It frustrated him so much, and Meta Knight knew it too well. So much the brave warrior couldn't even dare to look at his eyes. That king who always was so emotional seemed to be completely apathetic, as if he anticipated all of this.
One more time, he tensed his arm. A last attempt to resist.
"Seriously, you don't have to-"
"Meta Knight, don't be so prideful."
The knight looked up.
Maybe Dedede's voice could have exceeded, and it echoed in the room. He displayed an emotion for the first time in the night, and that short order seemed to release all those feelings he got suppressing.
"Please..."
They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours. In a silence that spoke more than a thousand words. Both had so many time knowing each other, and their friendship was so deep they didn't need something else.
Meta Knight finally relaxed his body, allowing his love one's help.
"I'm sorry..."
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Fred Weasley x Little! Reader x George Weasley: Unjust Punishment
Summery: When umbridge takes a punishment too far, the twins look after the reader and come to a few realizations. (GN)
w/c: 1654
TW: Negative selftalk, punishment, pain, crying, umbridge (She’s a whole trigger herself), and George and Fred being amazing Caregivers! This is a first-person fanfic, idk why I decided to write it like that but I did.
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God, I am so pathetic.
I couldn’t even make it back to the dorms, I am sat in an empty hall pressed to a wall crying. My hand hurt so bad and all I could do was cry wanting someone to make it stop. I was regressing at this point. 
Maybe I wasn’t designed to be big in these situations. As long as I could remember if I had big emotions or something bad happen, all I could do was go small. I was like a defenseless hummingbird in those situations. My brain interpreting all interactions like a child would.
I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice the redheaded twins that were in the year above mine. They were walking together to do, only Godrick knows what, when they stopped in front of me. They immediately stopped chatting and laughing, casting glances at one another. They shared a look that said “are they?” or “Should we?” or even “Were we right?”.
Their glances quickly stopped and they began talking, Fred taking the lead, “Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong? What happened?”
The pair slid onto the ground on either side of me. I stared at his freckled face and brown eyes before turning to George and doing the same. They had different freckle patterns and the way they let their eyes and face rest were different, it was easy to tell who was who. I turned back to Fred to speak, “Umbridge!”
George and Fred spare a glance, apparently the word didn’t come out as clear as I was hoping it would. Each began pulling a hand towards them, I was quick to snatch them away. I was embarrassed of the words etched into my skin, I was embarrassed that I was regressing right now in front of two upperclassmen that I wasn’t close with.
“Hey, It’s okay, we just wanna help! We can get those cuts all cleaned up!” Fred said, tilting his upper body to fully face me. He wasn’t subtle in his attempt to see what had me pulling away from help.
George took a different approach, he was stroking my hair, and took to whispering how brave I was. He said, “You made it so far from her office, almost to the dorms, you are so brave and strong. Bet you got introuble for fighting a dragon and winning, hmm?” He paused to squeeze my arm, as in to feel my muscles. I giggled through my tears, “Yeah, so strong. Maybe we could clean you up like squires would, since you are big and strong like a knight.”
I nodded before realizing he was talking to me like he knew. I pull on his shirt lightly to get his face a little closer and whisper through my tears, “How did you know?”
Fred must have heard cause he answered instead, “Cause we play close attention to you, little one.”
That was a nice nickname. I like it. Freddie began to stand up, I always forget how tall they are. The had to be at least 6’3. They made me feel tiny, their slender frames made them look even longer. Georgie stood up too.
George spoke when I didn’t stand up, “Do you need help standing up?”
Fred didn’t give me a chance to answer before asking a follow up, “Do you want one of us to carry you?
“Yesh pease,” I was too small to walk well by myself and being carried seemed less embarrassing than stumbling and crawling all the way to the gryffindor common room (Even if you aren’t that house they are taking you there to take care of you).
Fred and George nodded, Fred picked me up like I weighed nothing. Like I was tiny! I giggled, my tears were still dripping, however less and the pain was easy to ignore with the pair taking care of me. 
George walked behind Fred, tickling me or playing peekaboo. He was doing all he could to keep me distracted from the pain. Or from how far the walk to their dorm was.
When the fancy lady in the painting finally let us in, they made quick work of the magic that prevented the different students from entering the wrong dorm. Georgie opened the dorm door to their shared room. Fred carried me over to his bed before gentle throwing me onto the bed, his hands remaining under my armpits to keep me from falling or getting hurt. 
“Fly!!!” I giggle as I stopped bouncing, the pain in my hand remained but the twin gently taking care of me made me smile. They would be the best daddies ever! My giggles quickly stopped at the thought, they probably want to get my hand fixed so I will leave… I look over to see George with a first aid kit, this cemented the bad thoughts. They were just good people and they don’t like me even a little. Tears prickle my eyes again, watching George open the kit.
“Oh baby!” Fred caught my attention, “Why are you crying? Is the kit scary? It’ll hurt a little at first but we have to clean up your hand and get it all wrapped up.”
Fred was quick to sit down, and pull me into his lap, he waited to see me nod before placing my down on his lap. ‘He was like the knights from my story! He was kind and shiv- Chivo- Nice, he was nice.’ My brain was getting more and more fuzzy, they were babying me and treating me so nicely, but also I was in pain and I knew they were going to leave me alone!
“Baby, can you use your big kid words to say whats wrong?” Fred asked, bouncing me on his knee. He was rubbing my back and holding me to keep me safely on his lap.
I couldn’t keep the truth to myself, I threw myself into his chest and buried my face into his neck. I cried out, “Don wanna fix! Den hab to weave!” (Don't want my hand fixed, then you are gonna leave me!”
“Oh Baby,” The voice came from George, as he placed the kit down and sat next to Fred and I. His hand found the back of my head and pet it soothingly. He spoke again, “We will stay as long as you will let us. We want to take care of you and protect you. How about we spend the night hanging out after we get you fixed up and when you are big tomorrow we can talk about what happens next?”
With slow blinks, realization of all the words formed. I spoke again, “Sweepover?”
“Yes, a sleep over. We will put on a muggle thing called a movie! We have a projector! We will make you some snacks, and we can play and cuddle! Whatever the little (Prince/Princess/Royal) wants!” Freddie confirmed, kissing my forehead.
“Now, we do have to get that hand wrapped up…” George said, moving towards the first aid kit again. His hand leaving my hair, and Fred moved me so I was facing Georgie. I look at the wipe in his hand and realize the pain I was about to feel. Luckily George was quick to hand me a ‘beanie baby’, it was a kitty. 
Fred started rubbing the stuffie into my cheek, tapping it around my face, and made it do funny voices. George was quick to clean my hand, Fred continuing to distract me. My hand was soon wrapped in a boring white bandage wrap. 
Georgie scooped me up once he was done with putting away the kit. I was giggling and squeal. Freddie moved to set up the projector and some snacks. George said we could push the beds together and make a giant fort! I put my hands on the bed and tried to push but i couldn’t. George pushed the bed like it was nothing, he was like a super strong daddy!
George hung some sheets to make the fort while I got to put stuffed animals, pillows and anything soft I can find. Fred and George have a lot of soft stuff, I think they were summoning stuff for us. Once it was done, George and I jumped into it, bouncing slightly. 
Soon a moving picture appeared on the wall and a cart of snacks was pushed to the side of the fort. Georgie left space in the fort for it. The view of the moving picture was soon blocked by Fred jumping into the fort, he landed right on me! At first I though it was cause I was super strong that I was’t hurt when he landed on me, but I soon realized it was cause he was holding himself up. 
As the movie played, my eyes start to droop. I didn’t mean to start falling asleep, but it was so comfy being nuzzled in the cuddle puddle. My thumb started moving towards my mouth on its own, soon I was suckling on it. Fred and George were whispering to each other, I wasn’t able to make it all of the words.
Fred said something about ‘won’t do’ and George said something about ‘get something for-’. I nuzzled my face into whoever was on my left. 
“You are one sleepy baby, aren’t you?” George said, so thats who I was nuzzling.
“Good night little one, you need to get a good night rest to heal quick.” Fred said, petting my hair again. A quick pressure was pressed to the side of my head, it was a sweet kiss that made me feel so cared about. 
I was very small and about to fall asleep, I murmured out a “Nini dadas.”.
Unknown to me, the twins looked at each other with huge grins. They wanted to jump around, high-five, or scream. However, the pair simply nodded and whispered about tomorrow.
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A House Divided.
(Poly!Daemyra x Female! Baratheon! Reader)
For the lovely people who were requesting a part two! Really hope you enjoy 💖💖 and the credit for the gif goes to the owner.
Note; I changed a few things to fit the coarse of the story and I apologize if some characters seem a little ooc. :⁠-⁠) Italics is Valyrian. I had a little issue with referring to the readers last name, as officially women in Westeros can refer to their maiden name, so i stuck with that. Hope its alright <3.
TW: misogyny, talk of miscarriage, threats of violence.
Part 2 to A Doe Among Dragons.
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"My lady, my Prince, the princess needs you!"
You turned to Daemon, who betrayed no emotion. You took his hand into yours, almost in a way to make him come with you. But his eyes told you everything.
Laena had died the same way…Daemon couldn't bear to see Rhaenyra suffer the same way. It hadn't been long since the news reached you. That King Viserys the Peaceful had finally passed and that Aegon had usurped the throne. You couldn't tell which hurt more, the fact that Rhaenyra had lost her throne or the fact that she was losing a child because of it.
Daemon leaned into your ear, whispering a silent "Go." before you were out of the throne room and out into the hall. You turned a corner, only to be met by Lucerys. "Sweet boy, how is she?" You asked, hands gently placed on his cheek. "Screaming." He answered, eyes downcast. "Is she going to-?".
"No, no sweet boy. Your mother is strong, she'll make it through." You said, right as another scream echoed through the hall. You barely flinched, while Lucerys turned his back to the noise. "Luke, go find Orys. I'm sure he'll be glad to see his big brother. Ser Brandon, go with him." 
"My lady-"
You gave the knight a quick look, before he followed the young prince. Daemon and you had welcomed a boy into the world but a year ago and young Orys had been a joy upon your life. Rhaenyra and her boys loved him as you loved her children.
You walked and walked, the screaming only growing louder. You reached the room, opening the door and seeing the handmaids crowding around Rhaenyra. "Get off! Get off!" Rhaenyra screamed, her voice so broken it was enough to bring you near tears. Your eyes caught sight of Jacaerys, who was stoic in his disposition. Ever the eldest son, trying to be brave for his mother. As the hand maids and nurses begged Rhaenyra to let them help, you walked to Jacaerys, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?’’ You asked, albeit thinking it was a rather foolish question.
The dragon prince simply nodded. 
“Listen to me…Daemon is already preparing for the worst but what is certain for now is that our House has been betrayed.” You spoke, Jacaerys looking onto you with wide eyes. “I must stay with your mother…will you make sure that Daemon doesn't do anything rash?’’ You inquired. “Yes, I will’’ the prince answered, turning his heel to leave. 
“Jace…jace…Jacaerys!’’ Rhaenyra grunted through clenched teeth. Both you and Jacaerys stopped. Rhaenyra stooped against the chair, her gown long soaked through in a crimson color. The sight alone made you sick. The Princess’s skin was coated in a thin sheet of sweat, her hair damp. “Whatever claim remains to me you are now its heir. Not is to be done without my command.’’ She sighed, eyes following her eldest until he disappeared from sight. You and the servants sat in watch, as soon Rhaenyra cradled a dead babe in her hands. You approached slowly, face downturned and eyes glassy with unshed tears. 
“Oh my love…’’
You leaned against the wall, sighing as you allowed yourself a moment's respite. 
“You have handled things well, (Y/N).’’
“Princess Rhaenys, you scared the wits out of me.’’ You said, causing the Lady of Driftmark to laugh slightly. “Thank you…it's been a difficult day.’’ You said. “That it has.’’ Rhaenys responded. “How is she?’’
“Rhaenyra is in good health but her child…is with the Gods now.” You informed, a silence passing over the both of you. Rhaenys looked upon you with a fondness in her eye. It seemed that you had taken after your father, with your hair and supportive nature. “A war is on the horizon, (Y/n)...House Baratheon has yet to declare any allegiances-”
“My allegiance is to Rhaenyra and Rhaenyra alone.’’ You quipped, defensively. While the Baratheons were your blood, your son, your wife, your husband…they mattered more. Borros had done a good thing by letting you marry them. He had unknowingly given you something to fight for, someone to love. Your answer seemed to satisfy the woman, who simply nodded.
"Your father would be proud of you, (Y/n)." 
Her words pulled the grief from you, your eyes overflowing with tears. Small rivers formed on your cheeks, as a small whimper escaped you. Rhaenys embraced you for a moment. Rhaenyra reminded her too much of Laena and her death had left an irreversible void in the Queen Who Never Was. Yet, holding you as you wept, Rhaenys found a momentary peace. Your father was kind to her, backed her claim to the Throne even. 
Hells, he might have even pushed you to become the Lady of Storm's End. Soon, you composed yourself, clearing your throat. "I apologize, Princess Rhaenys. That was rather uncouth of me." You said, laughing off your embarrassment. "A moment's weakness does no harm in the presence of a friend. But hard times are coming, (Y/n). A doe could seldom survive it." Rhaenys warned. 
"Then a doe I shall cease to be."
"My lady." Ser Brandon called, his voice interrupting the both of you.
"What is it, Ser Brandon?"
"A raven ma'am, from Storm's End." He said. You and Rhaenys exchanged looks. Rhaenys's expression was one of bewilderment, as even you failed to understand the weight of the words. "I shall be right with you. Princess Rhaenys." You curtised, avoiding her gaze as she watched you walk off.
Once you were further enough, you turned to See Brandon. "What is the meaning of this, Ser Brandon?" 
"A raven ma'am. I was instructing the young Prince Lucerys on sword fighting when it landed." 
"And what of Orys?"
"He is with the Prince now." Ser Brandon informed, moving before you and opening the door to your chambers. Lucerys sat on the bed, Orys perched next to him as he read to him from one of the many books on the shelf. Orys noticed you almost immediately, his small hands reaching for you. You picked the boy up, kissing his cheek. "Orys, my own heart." You smiled, before ruffling Lucerys's hair. "I thank you for watching him, sweet boy. Your mother is alright." You informed him.
"The news gladdens me. He's gotten better, the last time we read together." Lucerys spoke, his tone nothing short of loving toward Orys. The babe was mindlessly babbling, reaching out for his brother and for you at the same time. "Fussy boy." You laughed. It was in moments like these that you found the most gratitude. Lucerys had been a companion to you since the day you married his mother.
He was shy at first but once he warmed up, he confided in you about many things. 
Like his worth as heir to Driftmark.
"You have a good heart, Luke. That is a rare thing." You had told him, "And you have people backing you. You think Rhaenyra taught herself everything?" You reasoned, winning a small grin from the boy.  
Ser Brandon came to you with the message, pulling you away from Lucerys and Orys. "Luke, do be a dear and watch Orys, just for another moment." You said, giving babe to his brother who nodded eagerly. Through the fussing of your son, he and Luke exited the room. "It hasn't been opened." You observed.
"I thought it best that you be the first to read it, my lady. The letter doesn't bear the sigil of your brother…" Ser Brandon admonished. That could only mean that Borros hadn't sent the letter. You returned to it, rolling it out and quickly reading it. 
"Dearest aunt, news has reached Storm's End of the King's death and I fear the news I bring is not good. Father has yet to declare his side but he has made his favor known. I fear for you and the Princess but I saw it best to tell you. Please, keep yourself and my little cousin safe, I hear he has grown a lot this past year.  
                                                           All my love,
                                                              Cassandra."
The parchment fell from your hands, gliding on the wind before it landed silently on the floor. Your heart was beating in your ears and your mind was spiraling in ways you couldn't comprehend. If what your niece says is true…then…
"Ser Brandon…not a word of this to my wife or husband. They've enough hardships on this day." You ordered, oddly calm. "My lady, I don't think it would be wise to keep-"
"That is an order, Ser Brandon."
The knight relented.
"Yes, my lady."
"My lady mother was an Arryn. The Vale shall not turn coat against their own kin." Rhaenyra admonished, as Daemon continued to relay their plans to the Queen. You watched from the side, fiddling with your rings. You couldn't deny the pride that filled your chest, seeing Rhaenyra wear her father's crown. She was the one that was promised, not her uncouth brother.
Yet, fear gripped you.
You had to get to Storm's End. 
Perhaps a familiar face shall sway your brother, as you had not seen one another for quite some time. It wasn't only your honor on the line, but that of your father's as well.
Lord Boremund Baratheon bent the knee to Rhaenyra and Baratheons were nothing if not honorable. You walked over to the table, taking one of the many pieces and placing it just south of Storm's End. "House Tarth has stayed loyal to my father for a long time. If we control the Straits of Tarth, we'll have control over the mainland around Shipbreaker Bay." You said, eyes catching Daemon for a moment.
His face was laden in a prideful smirk, as Rhaenyra grinned. It wasn't often that you involved yourself so directly. "Among the other houses, I can only speak for Penrose and Selmy." You added. "But the Eyrie, Storm's End and Winterfell should be our main priority." You said.
"I'll prepare the ravens, your Grace." 
"We should bear those messages." Jacaerys said, his voice eliciting shock within you. Rhaenyra acknowledged her son, silently telling him to continue. "Dragons fly faster than ravens, and they're more convincing." And with one final look, the Heir to the Iron Throne breathed.
"Send us." 
"Very well…Prince Jacaerys shall fly to the Eyrie where my mother's cousin, Lady Jeyne, is now the lady of the Vale. Then, he shall proceed to the North. As for the Prince Lucerys, he shall fly to Storm's End."
"Lucerys will do no such thing."
The room fell silent, your voice raised in a rare display of defiance. Both princes gave you startling stares, as Daemon's voice rang out. "Give us the room." 
And then there were three.
"Have you lost your mind, (Y/n)?"
"Have I? It is to my understanding that the lord of House Baratheon is my brother." You countered. "Perhaps our dear wife has a point, your grace." Daemon said, surprising the both of you. “Borros is a man that seeks power. Should he be swayed, we will have to prove our strength.’’ Daemon reasoned. “And sending (Y/n) is a show of this strength?’’ Rhaenyra countered.
 Perhaps it was her own mind still reeling from the loss of her daughter and father, but Rhaenyra was very adamant about not letting you leave the keep at all. You were too precious, too cherished.
And Rhaenyra couldn't bear the idea of Orys growing up without you either. 
"Nyra-your grace, I believe a familiar face will help a great deal. Should the prince Lucerys have to send the message, let me accompany him." You said. "The court at Storm's End will be honored by the presence of a Prince and by one of their own. We will show them that you are the right decision.” You concluded, your voice carrying a sense of wisdom. 
You could say that the hunter finally slew the doe. 
Truth be told, Daemon wasn't keen on the idea either. He too had already lost so much, and losing you would just be the final step into awaiting madness. Yet, Rhaenyra’s claim was being challenged. That alone placed you at much greater danger than a simple diplomatic excursion. Daemon was now behind you, the distance far enough to still be intimate. He took a moment to drink in your features, how your hair fell over your shoulders and how your body was adorned with the colors of his house. His eyes fell on your hands, where your one gold ring wrapped around your finger. 
“Alright…but you are to go as a messenger, not a warrior.’’ Rhaenyra relented and the relief that washed over you was indescribable. Lucerys would be glad for the company, you were sure. 
Rhaenyra excused herself, choosing to check on the preparations. You turned to Daemon, who rested his forehead against yours. A silent plea, a silent order for you to return to him. To return to Rhaenyra. “Once this is over, we will live as we deserve.’’ He whispered, his voice stern yet you could sense the fear in them. Your hand was gently placed on his neck. “I pray for it, Daemon. I really do. I can trust you will keep Orys occupied?’’ You inquired, more jokingly than anything else. Daemon smirked, taking your hand. “I believe it is time for our little one to have a dragon of his own.’’ Daemon proposed. Your talk was interrupted, a servant notifying you that it was time. 
“I would advise caution, little doe. Storms are rather unpredictable, aren’t they?’’
“Tis I who was born during one, dear husband. Lest you forget whom you asked for my hand.’’
You and Daemon exchanged goodbyes, sharing a long and feverish kiss before you departed. 
The sky was decorated with parting clouds, your form approaching Rhaenyra as she had one final talk with her sons. You gazed down at your ring, the stag staring right back at you. ‘Gods, should you hear me…let it not be true. Let my brother choose me.’ you thought wordlessly, approaching your wife. Lucerys nodded his head to you, as you smiled and stood next to the boy. “Storm’s End is a short flight from here, you shall return swiftly. Remember, you two come as messengers, not warriors.’’
“Yes mother-your grace.’’
“We'll be fine, my Queen. I suspect my brother shall be happy to see me." You said, earning a smile from Rhaenyra. As Lucerys took to preparing Arax, in the rare moment of privacy, Rhaenyra placed a kiss on your forehead. "If anything happens-"
"We'll be alright, Nyra. Storm's End is my home, no one will hurt me there." 
That seemed to bring some comfort to the queen, as her hold on you lightened. “We will return with news before the day is done. I swear it.’’
With one final goodbye, you and Lucerys soared through the clouds. 
“We should head inside, storms rolling in.’’ You warned, dismounting Arrax, who growled lowly. This confused both you and Lucerys. Your eyes looked up, right as a clap of lightning illuminated a beast so large, you felt your heart drop.
Vhagar.
What was Vhagar doing here? 
“What is Vhagar doing here?”Lucerys inquired, reading your mind almost perfectly. “I don’t know. Come, we must head inside.’’ You said, urging the young prince forward, as your eyes stayed on the massive beast until she was no longer in sight. 
The Keep was darker than you remembered.
The once torch lit halls were now scarce of light, sept for the guards. You walked behind Lucerys, as passing servants and guards bowed to you. Some even shared looks with one another, of worry and curiosity alike. Lucerys too took his surroundings, the keep unlike anything you had described. Truth be told, the sky had grayed and spats of lightning came from time to time, bathing the keep in white light before vanishing again. 
The two of you approached the hall, where the guards opened the large door. “Prince Lucerys Velaryon, son of Princess Rhaenyra and the lady (Y/n) Baratheon.’’ The court grew silent, your brother stopped in his chair as he watched you and Lucerys approach. Borros took your form, clad in Targaryen colors, yet one lone gold ring on your right finger. He regarded you quietly, like a begrudging father would a disobedient child. At the corner of your eye, you caught sight of a rather familiar  figure. Prince Aemond stood next to your niece, engaged in a rather timid looking conversation. Cassandra gave you a warm grin. 
“Lord Borros, we’ve brought you a message from my mother. The Queen.’’ 
“Yet earlier this day I received an envoy from the King. Which is it? A Queen or a King?’’ Borros bellowed. “House Baratheon bent the knee to Rhaenyra Targaryen all those years ago, or have you forgotten?’’ You piped up, causing an array of gasps to echo the hall.  Your brother shifted uncomfortably in his chair, as if he was hoping to not have to engage you. “Boy…what is your message?’’ He asked. You raised the letter to a guard, right when your brother called for the maester. As Borros took to the letter, Aemond gave both you and Lucerys his complete and utter attention. He gazed upon Lucerys with a hidden intent, which only made you wish to cloak the boy from his line of vision. 
“Aside from the reminder of my dearest sister, the king Aegon came with an offer. So boy, which one of my daughters shall you choose to wed?’’ Borros offered, gazing at Maris, Ellyn and Floris. Such a proposal brought you back to your younger years, when Daemon had asked for your hand. Lucerys admonished that he had already been betrothed, something that apparently upset your brother. “So you come here, parading my family and yet you are empty handed?’’ He inquired. 
“We’ve come in the hope that you would honor our father, brother.’’ You said, ignoring the lump that rose in your throat. There was only one way this could have gone now. “Our father is dead, sister. And his oath means little when the fate of our house is at stake.’’ Borros said. “Come home, the King has decreed that your marriage to Daemon be annulled, you and your son shall be welcomed here, sister.’’ He said. The words became a heavy weight on your heart. It broke you to see your brother to be so adamant about supporting Aegon. He was always against a woman holding such a position as Rhaenyra.
 Perhaps, should fate be cruel, the choice to stay here would have been the smart one. But you would rather die a thousand deaths then betray Rhaenyra and Daemon. 
“We shall take your message to the Queen, my lord.’’ You said, haste shielding your heart break. You and Lucerys turned to leave, before a voice stopped you dead in your tracks. 
“Wait.’’ Spoke Prince Aemond.  “My Lady Baratheon…my lord Strong.’’ He said, his purpose as clear as day. Your brother was now on his feet. “Did you really think you could fly around the realm, trying to steal my brothers throne?’’ Aemond required, taking short yet tactful steps toward the both of you. “I’m not going to fight you.’’ Lucerys said. “A fight would not be an issue.’’ Aemond spoke, gaze jumping to you before going back to Lucerys. The Prince reached for his eyepatch, taking it off and revealing a sapphire wedged into the socket. The sight shocked most of the court, Cassandra stepping away. “I want you to cut out your eye.’’ He said. “One will serve, I will not blind you.’’ He continued, brandishing a  dagger and throwing it at Lucerys’s feet. “I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.’’
You took a step toward the boy, only for Aemond to raise his hand. “I would advise you to step aside, my lady. Lest you wish to suffer the same fate.’’ He threatened and while that did frighten you, your stance remained still. “Perhaps I shall make a gift of your eyes as well…’’ Aemond uttered. “We will do no such thing, my prince.” You rejected. A silence passed, a swift sigh releasing from Aemond. “Then you are a craven as well as a whore.’’ He said. 
“Not here!’’ Borros bellowed.
“GIVE ME YOUR EYE OR I SHALL TAKE IT, BASTARD!’’ Aemond yelled, charging both you and Lucerys. “Not in my hall!’’ Borros yelled once more, “They came as envoys, not warriors. Take prince Lucerys back to his dragon. You, sister, are to remain here.’’ Borros said suddenly. Your brows rose in confusion, right when a guard seized you by the arm. "Brother, what is the meaning of this?"
"This is for your own good, sister."
The guard hauled you forward, his grip painful and unforgiving. You heard Lucerys's voice call to you. After what had just happened, you knew that you couldn't let him go back to Rhaenyra alone. Aemond Targeryen was many things, but he wasn't a man to let a grudge go. You pride yourself out of his grip, moving to take Lucerys by the hand.
"Come, we must leave now!" 
You cast one final glance at your brother, who called the guards off. You had made your allegiance known…and may the Gods be with you.
For your brother won't be.
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letterstosirsonic · 2 months
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My dearest Sonic,
Though you may never find this letter, I write in hope that someday you might.
I fear my quest is coming to an end, Sire, for it has been a long and agonising few months.
We have battled valiantly with the forces that dare threaten to take away the land you ruled, we fought and lost many amidst the rains of arrows. The army that remained, and I, led them far up to the mountains and away from your people.
The treacherous conditions of nature's towers have aided us, yet it may mark the end of my journey. Forgive my handwriting, the icy chill of the wind draws cruel.
I laugh, with what breaths of mine likely remain, and smile with my dampened eyes at the notion of the wind of yours ever hurting me.
An impossible task, I thought.
Your honestly always was an admirable quality of yours, and so I must be honest with you.
I fear I am succumbing to the injuries I collected in this battle of honour, Sonic.
What few brave men remain, lay, and I pray peacefully, in a mournful trail leading up to the cliff of where I reside now. If I could draw or paint like the artists you were so fond of, I would show you the magnificent view I have from this ledge of mine.
It embodies everything I loved about you.
Have no fear, I believe I will be comfortable here, rested against the gentle moss and smooth stones.
I face the world eastward, an almost reminder of all the times we had that I cherish in the kingdom below, and a chance for the rising sun to warm me one last time, as I go on my way to the other side.
Perhaps I'll see you there, Sire.
Though that may be the selfish side of me speaking, I have and always will pray that you are still home with the family you spoke so longingly of.
The world needs you far more than it needs me, Sonic.
I have fulfilled my duty as a Knight, I hope it was enough to have made you proud. My eyes are growing tired and I feel my breath falter beneath the toll of battle. I'm afraid this is all I may write.
I will lay here, facing the rising sun, and place down my paper and quill.
I shall savour each crisp breath of thin air, and rest in the comfort of your presence.
From my body, flowers shall grow.
I am them, and that is eternity.
We shall meet again, Sonic, amidst a celestial tapestry of the stars.
Yours lovingly,
Lance.
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shiny-jr · 1 year
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Small stupid idea I had but here it goes (this could actually make for a decent yan story). You are a knight instructed to go on a quest and bring back a bride for yourself. So, you set out on your quest. Truthfully you didn’t want to get married, but here’s to hoping you could find a partner that felt the same and maybe work something out where both parties are happy. Finally, after days of journeying, you find an abandoned castle. Locals told stories of how there may be a princess trapped inside, but when you got close, you were greeted not with another person but with a dragon. A fearsome dragon with black scales and curved horns. 
It spoke. It hissed that there was no royal princess within its castle. Its sharp fangs and claws and burning green fire on its tongue scared you. Worried it would attack you either way just for getting near its home, you explained why you came and sheepishly, jokingly, proclaimed that the dragon is the beauty you’ve been searching for. Hopefully it would find your words amusing or pitiful, either was fine, and let you leave without a scratch.
Well, turns out the dragon liked that a little too much. He mistook your joke as a strange odd human attempt at courting. Imagine your shock when the fearsome dragon shifted into a very tall and elegant man with black hair, curved horns, and enchanting green eyes that peered down at you with endearment. An odd smile curved on his lips as he took your hand and said, “Very well. You leave me no choice, brave knight. I accept. My name is Malleus Draconia, and I will be your bride.”
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vassia-sparta · 1 year
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Daemon Soulmate AU - How the bond was discovered - Part 1
So sorry it took this long to get this out, but I had originally intended to keep this short. However, inspiration turned this into a long fic, so I'll be cutting it into parts. I have not finished it yet, but I intend it to have three parts.
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Before you met your soulmate, you would have never expected to become the wife of a Targaryen prince. Being the daughter of a minor lord from the Riverlands, you were expected to marry according to your station. House Bracken, or maybe Blackwood, or even Tully, if you could ever be that lucky. Any of those would be great for you.
However, your father, being an ambitious man, took you with him to the capital, hoping you’d catch the eye of a powerful lord, bringing glory and prestige to your house with such a successful match. He made sure you were dressed in modest, yet attractive dresses and a few delicate jewelry, and he instructed you to be within sight of any prospective heirs, either walking up and down the hallways of the Red Keep, or standing close to the courtyard where the knights trained.
You did as he instructed, and you even managed to catch the eye of lord Borros Baratheon, which pleased your father greatly. You future seemed to be set in stone, and you had even tried to make your peace with it. Growing up you had dreamed of marrying for love, finding that one man who would look at you as if you were his entire world. You now knew of course that such thoughts were foolish dreams, so you compromised. After all, most girls would give up almost everything to become the wife of the lord of Storm’s End.
The day of the tourney organized to celebrate Queen Alicent’s nameday dawned, and you got dressed in your best dress, a violet one with silver flowers embroidered on the sleeves and hem. It was your favorite color ever since you could remember, so you chose it to make sure you made a good impression on lord Borros. He was going to compete in the tourney, so maybe if he won, he would crown you his Queen of Love and Beauty, which was as good as a proposal, according to your father.
You sat in the lower seats, closer to the tourney grounds, eager to see the fights. Most girls were quite squeamish, but not you. You longed to see these brave men compete against each other, like those you had read about in your books. There was even a rumor that prince Daemon, the King’s brother, would compete as well. Everyone at court spoke of him, of his rogue and wild ways. But they also spoke of his flirty nature, and his teasing of every pretty maiden he came across. Recently widowed, after his late wife died in a hunting accident not three moons past, he became the target of every unmarried maiden in court. Your father had warned you to stay away from him though, as it was known how he had disrespected the late lady Rhea Royce during their marriage. There were even rumors that he had not even consummated the marriage, preferring the company of whores. Still, you were curious to see the famous man in person.
The matches began, and they were nothing like you expected. You were not prepared for the brutality of the hits, or the scent of blood that filled the arena every time some unfortunate man got badly wounded. Three men died before midday, yet the people cheered even harder every time the horses clashed. You were starting to reconsider on your opinion of these tourneys.
The next match was announced, and you held your breath. Lord Borros was going to compete against prince Daemon. First lord Borros entered the arena, and he rode his horse up to where you sat, dressed in his shining armor, his helmet in the shape of a stag’s head, complete with antlers.
“My lady, may I have the honor of carrying your favor today, so that I may be victorious in this difficult fight?”
You gave him the wreath you had made with a soft smile, and he even kissed it in front of everyone before he made his way to his corner. You knew that you should have felt something when he did that, but there was nothing. Your heart didn’t beat any faster, your cheeks didn’t heat up, absolutely no reaction. As if your body and mind knew that this man was not the one for you. You shook your head, trying to get such silly notions out of your head. You barely knew lord Borros. In time, you would come to love him. At least, you hoped you would.
Prince Daemon entered the arena, clad in his black armor. His helmet, shaped in the head of a dragon, covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes out. The people cheered for him so loud, it was deafening. He was truly the prince of the city, as you had heard some whisper. People loved their King, but they adored their prince.
He didn’t ask for any lady’s favor, only sat on his magnificent black stallion at the opposite side from lord Borros, the beast eager to jump ahead. The squires gave the lances to the two men, and the match began. The two horses raced towards each other, the lances lowering to hit the opponent. The impact was deafening, prince Daemon’s lance shattering against lord Borros’s shield. The storm lord still sat on his horse however, and when he reached the end of the arena he turned his horse around, then set off to attack the prince once more.
The second run was not much different. Prince Daemon’s lance found its mark once more, only this time it was with enough force to knock lord Borros off his horse, sending him to crash on the dirt. The crowds cheered for their prince, while the announcer declared prince Daemon winner of the joust.
Lord Borros got up on his feet, swaying a little, unsteady.
“Warhammer!” he yelled, his squire hurrying to give him the mighty weapon.
“Lord Borros wishes to continue in a contest of arms!” the announcer declared, and the crowd cheered anew.
Of course they would want to see more of this, you thought. The people always thirsted for bloodshed, as long as they could observe from a safe distance.
The dragon prince got off his horse and called for his sword. You had never seen the famous Dark Sister before. It was beautiful. He grabbed it and made his way towards lord Borros, twirling the valyrian steel blade in his hand.
The two men came together in the middle of the field, the clang of their weapons echoing all over the arena. Lord Borros fought angrily, swinging the warhammer at prince Daemon, but the other man was too quick for him. The dragon dodged all the attacks, delivering blows to the storm lord’s sides. At one point, lord Borros almost managed to crush the prince with a blow on his shield, but the hammer lodged into the wood, and the two men wrestled, trying to separate, with little success. Prince Daemon saw an opportunity and kicked Lord Borros’s feet from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. The storm lord lost his grip on his hammer and, before he could grab it once more, the dragon prince jumped on him and placed his blade against his neck, immobilizing him.
“Yield,” he declared.
Lord Borros huffed and puffed, but saw that there was no way to escape.
The prince pushed the blade a bit further, drawing the tiniest amount of blood from his opponent’s neck.
“Yield, or die before your lady’s eyes,” he called out, much to your embarrassment.
Defeated, lord Borros yielded, and the crowds cheered once more for their prince.
Victorious, prince Daemon walked all the way where lord Borros has tossed his lance and removed the wreath you had made. He walked his way toward the seating area, stopping right in front of you. You could feel your blood freezing in your veins, and you wondered what he was going to do. Would he ridicule you in front of everyone? Beside you, your father also stood motionless.
The dragon prince removed his helmet and lifted his gaze to look at you. The moment your eyes locked, the ice in you was replaced with fire. All traces of fear and embarrassment vanished, and a warm feeling filled you from your toes to your head. You wanted to move, to step away from whatever it was he was doing to you, but your body wouldn’t respond. You saw those deep violet eyes, the same color as your dress, staring right into your soul, but you didn’t fear them. You knew, deep in your heart, that he would never hurt you.
The prince seemed to be bereft of speech as well, staring at you, saying nothing. His mouth was slightly open, his chest rising slowly. In the end, he smiled at you, a soft smile that sent a new wave of warmth through you.
After you father coughed a bit loudly, he seemed to return to his senses, and a smirk replaced the soft smile on his face.
“My lady, I believe this is yours,” he offered the wreath to you. His voice sent jolts up and down your spine, like invisible fingers teasing your back.
You took the wreath in your trembling hands, your eyes never leaving his.
“It seems you favor helped me more than your storm lord,” the prince teased you, his eyes full of playfulness.
“Then you should keep it my prince,” you replied, and you could feel your father tensing even more beside you.
You knew that such a move was outrageous, that you would be the talk of the entire court, but you didn’t care. Something in you screamed at you to do it, so you did.
The prince was surprised by your reply, but he quickly recovered, and took the wreath back in his hands.
“Thank you sweet lady,” the prince bowed his head, licking his lips as he gave you one last glance. Then he turned and exited the arena, while the people cheered him once more.
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Your father was furious when you returned to your chambers.
“What were you thinking, offering your favor to your intended’s opponent? Do you know how that makes you look in his eyes?” he raged, while you sat on your seat, head down, hands clasped tightly on your lap.
“I apologize father, but I thought it was only right, since prince Daemon defeated lord Borros,” you muttered.
“You foolish girl,” he threw his goblet on the floor, “what if lord Borros decides not to ask for your hand, what will we do then?”
Though you knew you should be horrified at such a prospect, you were actually relieved at the idea. Somehow, you no longer could imagine yourself beside lord Baratheon, playing the role of dutiful wife, raising your children and keeping your house in order.
In your imagination, the man beside you had flowing silver hair, a pair of haunting violet eyes and a playful smirk that promised of many mischiefs.
The warmth you had felt earlier returned, but only until your father’s words broke through your pleasant fantasy.
“Tomorrow night, at the banquet, you will do your very best to get close to lord Borros, and make sure you are far away from the prince. His reputation is more than enough to destroy you, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that spoiled brat ruin my plans.”
You had the sudden urge to defend the dragon prince, but you shut your mouth before you could say anything that would further anger your father. Instead, you bowed your head, promising to do your duty, even if you didn’t like it.
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The next day, your father had to meet with some important people, so you took the opportunity to escape to the gardens, hoping that the pretty flowers and the quiet would help clear your mind. You had spent your night dreaming of violet eyes, dragonfire and a sultry voice that beckoned to you. You woke up sweaty and with an unexplained ache between your legs. You had no idea what is was, so you did your best to ignore it.
You dressed in a simple light blue dress, tied your hair in a simple braid and made your way down to the gardens, trying to avoid any people. You knew that you had been the talk of the day, so you tried to steer clear of any gossipers, if only to keep the situation from getting worse.
You found a nice secluded spot in the gardens and sat on a stone bench, enjoying the delicate flowers blooming all over you and the birds chirping on the trees. You spent a lot of time just looking around taking in the vibrant colors, the different fragrances and the gentle breeze that caressed your face.
You were so lost in your own little world, that you didn’t hear the footsteps that approached your little spot.
“Good morning my lady,” the voice that had haunted your dreams last night came from your right, and a shiver ran down your spine. You turned to look at him, and your breath paused, just like the day before. What was it about him that made you feel like that?
“Good morning my prince,” you nodded, averting your gaze, even if it hurt you to do so. You remembered your father’s words, and rose from your seat, hoping to leave before anyone saw you with the prince.
“Do I frighten you so much that you want to flee at my very sight?” the dragon prince questioned, making you pause. He was dressed in a white linen shirt and a black leather doublet emblazoned with the sigil of his house. Black pants and boots completed his attire. His sword was absent, but he had a dagger strapped on his belt.
“No my prince, I just thought you might want to be alone, I don’t mean to impose.”
“On the contrary, I was actually looking for you.”
You turned to look at him, and tried really hard not to let those haunting violet eyes consume you whole.
“Why?” was all you were able to reply.
“I was just curious to meet the woman lord Borros is so interested in. If you managed to attract his attention for more than a night, then you must be someone special.”
You felt your cheeks redden at his comment. It was well known that lord Borros frequented the Street of Silk, and had even fathered no less than three bastards, on three different women. And the worst? He kept all three women close to Storm’s End, and visited each of them when he felt like it.
When you had mentioned all that to your father, he had simply shrugged and said: “As long as he decides to marry you and gives you an heir, the rest is irrelevant.”
You gritted your teeth, trying not to let your anger get the best of you. After all, this was a member of the royal family you stood before. No matter what he said, you had to remain calm.
“Excuse me my prince, I think I’ll take my walk in a different place,” you simply replied, avoiding to look at him.
“Why, we are having a pleasant conversation,” the man had the audacity to ask. You could feel the smugness emanating from him, you really could.
“No we don’t,” you flashed your gaze at him. “You’d have to be pleasant for that to happen my prince, and I assure you, you are anything but pleasant. Good day,” you curtsied, abandoning him in the gardens.
You knew that he had enjoyed tormenting you with his cruel words. You wanted nothing more than to hurt him in some way, but instead you decided to take a long walk, hoping to let off some steam. Maybe if you found lord Borros and managed to get him to ask for your hand, you’d soon get married and get as far away from the capital as possible.
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Daemon stood in the spot you had left him, watching you as you fled from the gardens, amused. He had no idea why he liked riling you up, but he did. He could feel the anger flowing through you, he relished in the feeling it gave him.
He had caught a glimpse of you just before the tourney had started, when that oaf Baratheon had made a spectacle of asking for your favor. Did he really think that such a pathetic move would be enough to win over the heart of a woman?
Daemon could see that you were not interested in him. You were just doing your duty, as per your station. Yet your father was trying his best to get the storm lord to ask for your hand, despite the foul reputation the oaf had.
It would be a shame, Daemon thought, to let a woman like you be sullied by a man like Borros. It was why he had brought the favor back to you after the match had ended. It was scandalous, to be sure, but Daemon was never known to be a man of discretion. Not to mention that your dress was his favorite shade of purple, so close to the color of his eyes. It almost called to him.
He still remembered that warm feeling that had enveloped him when your eyes met. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Being a dragon, he was no stranger to warmness and fire; yet this was different. This type of fire was neither harmful, nor scorching. It was the sort you felt when you were near someone you cared, someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…
He shook his head, trying to get a grip on his wild emotions. Perhaps it would be best to steer clear of you for the foreseeable future. It was not his place to interfere with the affairs of lords and ladies. He promised to keep away from you, hoping the oaf would ask for your hand soon, and you’d be out of his life soon. Yes, that would be ideal. He left the gardens, heading to the Dragonpit to take Caraxes for a flight, ignoring the pang he felt when he thought of you married to the Baratheon fool. Yes, a flight would surely help him clear his head.
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There goes the first one. I'll be posting the second one soon!
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kakushino · 5 months
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Yandere! Shinazugawa Sanemi x GN! Reader
Creating a human - the second highest pinnacle of Alchemy.
Tags: yandere, implied violence/murder, suggestive, one 'gendered pet-name' used (princess), fantasy AU Word count: 0,3k
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It had been a challenge really, more out of spite than true research. Creating a human out of nothing was debated to be impossible.
Until you did it.
Granted, Sanemi wasn't perfect but he was yours and most importantly, he was. He breathed, he ate, he drank, he slept; he was, for all sense of word, alive. A fake human, homunculus.
Sanemi was a curious creature, and learned quickly. Though grasping reading and writing was beyond him at the moment, he spoke like any other man, and fought better than most. That had earned him a nickname - the Mad Dog.
You hadn't listened to them at all.
You really should have.
Sanemi was holding a sword - the one you gave him - covered in blood - of your colleagues - telling you, "They mocked you. They won't anymore… Are you proud of me, Owner?"
You blinked a few times, chasing off tears. Were you proud? No. But how could you tell him no while he was saying it so timidly. He just wanted your approval, didn't he? He had to have heard you rant about them thousands of times while helping you at the lab.
Really, Sanemi just wanted to ease your stress, didn't he?
"O-of course, dear," you choked out, leaning against your work table, suddenly weak.
He wasn't satisfied with that answer, his expression settling into an unreadable one, taking a rag off of the table and wiping his sword clean before he sheathed it and put it on the same table you leaned against. His hands were gentle when he cupped your cheeks. Despite the carnage, he didn't get a speck of blood onto you. "Owner, are you proud of me? ...If you're proud, I deserve a reward, don't I?"
"What k-kind of reward would you want?"
He grinned, eyes a little crazed. "Isn't it always in those children's stories that the brave knight gets the princess?"
The implication made your heart beat faster.
"I want you, dear princess," he whispered, leaning forward and placing a tender kiss onto your lips.
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cpurubyheart · 11 months
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A Knight and a Lantern’s goodbye
With defeat of Kil%re behind them and nothing much to do while they wait for Bruce to finish inputting the code that will allow them all to return to their own worlds.
The other members of the Justice League and the group of RWBYJNR simply chatting with one another within the “Command Center” as Weiss had dubbed it.
Though, two individuals seemed to be absent from the room which didn’t go unnoticed by one Ruby Rose.
“Has anyone seen Jaune or Jessica?” The Red Reaper asked in a tone that hinted at her being a bit concerned by their absence. With Kil%re gone they should all be safe but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t worry.
Seemingly everyone else took a moment from their own conversations to take a quick glance around the room only to find that the Knight and Green Lantern were nowhere to be seen.
Clark was about to suggest that they search for the duo when he was stopped by Vixen.
“They’re just in the room down the hall.” The orange clad hero began, getting everyone’s attention. “Those two just wanted to talk in private. They’ll be back soon, no worries.”
This seemed to put the others at ease as they returned to their conversations.
Vixen let out a small sigh of relief. Jess and Jaune needed this privacy to say their proper goodbyes.
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He understood her.
She was scared.
In a room just down the hall from the Command Center…
He supported her.
She just needed a little support.
White chest plate Armor and matching spaulders lay resting on the floor…
He comforts her when she needs it.
She was dragged into this whole mess.
Jaune sat in a wooden chair with the rabbit design of his Pumpkin Pete’s hoodie now exposed…
He elected to help her when no one else would.
She didn’t need to go off on her own.
Jessica sat across his lap, her head resting against his chest and her arms wrapping around his middle while his arms were wrapped around her in a warm and comforting embrace.
His very touch puts her at ease.
He wants her to feel safe.
Jessica wanted to simply speak privately with Jaune. So, the two found themselves in this room just down the hall from the others.
Though they’ve been here for roughly fifteen minutes and have barely uttered a word to each other. Instead finding themselves in their current embrace.
There was so much they wanted to say but were just having difficulties getting the words out.
How they wanted to thank the other for sticking by them.
How the other was just so strong and brave.
How they each thought the other was just an incredible person.
How much they realize they will miss each other.
How they didn’t want the other to leave.
How they wanted to invite the other back to their world… and how selfish that would be… they were both needed on their respective worlds.
They’ve only known each other for maybe a day but that was certainly enough time to form a bond.
With a sad sigh Jessica was about to speak when she felt a small drop of water land on her forehead. Looking up she saw that Jaune has tears in his eyes he was trying to hold back.
“Sorry.” He apologized. His voice cracking slightly. “I’m. I’m not good with goodbyes.” Another tear fell.
Her own tears started to well up. “It’s okay.” She spoke in a quiet voice as a couple of teardrops ran down her cheeks. “N-Neither am I.”
After so long of just sitting there in silence the Knight and the Green Lantern finally spoke. Spoke the words they had such difficulty getting out earlier.
“Thank you. Thank you for being here with me through this whole mess.” Jessica said. Freeing one of her hands as to wipe away one of Jaune’s tears that had run down his cheek.
A little sniffle escaped Jaune before he spoke with a small smile. “You have so much strength in you, Jess. To keep moving forward like you do.” He too wiped away some of Jess’ on tears. “I wish I had half the strength that you do.” His smile vanished.
“Hey…” Jessica had gently place her hands on either side of Jaune’s face, forcing him to look into her eyes. “Please, don’t think you’re not strong.” She begged.
“You’re stronger and braver than you think.” She gently caressed his cheeks with her thumbs. “I know you are.”
For a moment Jaune could only stare in silence into this sweet girl’s emerald eyes. She has so much confidence in him and cares so much. It was enough to open the dam holding back the majority of his tears.
“Jess…”
Jessica wiped away some more of his tears before wrapping her arms around his neck in a firm hug.
“It’s okay.” She said as her own dam broke.
Jaune wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her tight. Not wanting to let go.
“I’m going to miss you so much.” He said as his tears stained her shoulder.
“I’ll miss you too.” She said as her tears stained his shoulder.
They stayed like this for a few minutes. Letting it all out of their system.
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“Are you two ready?” Diana asked as she stood with her arms crossed just outside the Control Room’s entrance.
Jess and Jaune had an approached hand in hand down the hall. The two looked to each other with small smiles and nodded.
“Yeah, we’re ready.” Jess answered.
Diana looked between the two before nodding herself, turning to enter the Command Center.
Jaune took a deep breath in then out. This was really going to be goodbye.
He made to take a step forward but was halted by Jessica.
Looking down he saw that she was looking up at him, her cheeks tinged slightly pink.
“Jess?” He asked. A bit concerned.
She then did something rather unexpected. Using her powers to create a small stepping stool and using said stool get herself closer to Jaune’s own height…
“!”
Jessica placed a quick kiss onto Jaune’s cheek.
“I-I hope we can meet again.” She said stepping off of the stool before it disappeared.
She then made to take a step only to be quickly wrapped in a tight hug from a red faced Jaune.
“I hope we do too.” Jaune said before placing his own quick kiss onto Jessica’s fore head.
He only held her for a few seconds more before releasing a now equally red faced Jessica.
The Knight and The Green Lantern smiled to each other before entering the Command Center still hand in hand where instead of “goodbye” maybe it will be “see you later”.
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Temptation - Prologue
I honestly had no motivation to write another chapter for Dance of Shadows, so I thought I'd do a different fic to get me in the right mood.
Hope you guys like this one!
Criston cole x reader
Chapter I
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Vaella Targaryen had her mother's gentle nature and her grandsire's shrewd mind.
If the people of the court were to ask, others would whisper that she did not take an ounce of her father's countenance.
She was brave and kind, and cruel and spoilt - she was fire, through and through. With a heart of unrelenting passion and a soul burning with the ferocity of a dragon, she caught the eyes of many lords throughout the Seven Kingdoms.
Most, if not all, were deemed to pale in contrast - too unworthy to share the same breath as her, if Aemond had a say.
Aemond was her twin, her true other half - in a manner her sister and brothers could never be. Still, she looked upon them with the same loving eyes she did Aemond.
Viserys did not spare her a glance, just as he had not feigned interest in all his heirs aside from his eldest daughter - Rhaenyra.
There was an ever-present ache in the depths of Vaella's heart as she recalls the way her father would dote upon her or Helaena whilst living in the lies the milk of the poppy fed him, and became dismissive when its effects had worn off.
Her mother would become Aemma, her brothers Daemon, and she or Helaena were a reflection of a sister who held no love towards them. No respect. Simply because the blood of Hightower ran alongside the blood of a Targaryen through them, and not the blood of Arryn that ran through Rhaenyra.
There were moments where Vaella adored being a princess, to be doted on by her handmaidens and protected by her knights. But it all melded into a sense of mindless ministrations when she realised their attention was out of duty, not love.
Vaella craved the idea of being wanted - needed.
There was no doubt of the love her siblings held for her - their brash protectiveness and coveted kindness spoke for itself.
But she longed for a whisper of love that was all-consuming and riveting, that had her heart skipping beats, her hands trembling in anticipation, her stomach twisting and turning and eyes welling with gratitude.
She wanted something more.
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Ser Criston Cole was a man scorned by a woman he believed to love him. A woman he insulted his vows for, tainted his white cloak for.
Ser Cole no longer believed in love - that was what he had told himself. He remained a dutiful knight, the Queen's sworn protector as he marched at her side, ready to fight for her cause, regardless of the sacrifices.
He taught Aemond how to wield a sword. Showing the boy how to protect himself from all those who wished him harm, watching him become a man and a brutal warrior. Criston promised himself he would never see the boy bleed again, not as he had the night Aemond had lost his eye and he had failed in his duties.
He became fretful over Helaena when she was drowning in the vicious waves of her mind. So careful to make sure she did not stumble nor trip whilst muttering the words that echoed in her mind. Mindful of every creature and cretin that scuttered across the Keep and ensured they were returned to her unharmed.
He would fetch Aegon from the filthy brothels of Silk Street. He would wash the boy like he was his own and clothe him like he was a babe. He would put him into bed and stay with the boy until his frenzied mind hushed under the doting nature of wines and ales.
But with Vaella, Alicent's youngest daughter, he simply watched. His eyes fixed upon her from afar.
He watched as she grew into a woman - in a blink of an eye, the girl whose gleeful chitters bounced through the Keep had turned into a woman anew.
Criston felt his throat ache as his heart filled with guilt at the thoughts that plague his mind. He had never paid much attention to the girl. She flitted in and out of his life without a second glance. She was much too quiet for him to take notice, much too shy and reserved.
Vaella spent all her waking moments trailing a father who did not want her and seeking comfort in her grandsire. She would be at the Sept if her mother would not have her, with her brothers if her father denied her.
And as the days passed into years, her shy smiles turned into sensuous smirks, her quiet words into tantalising whispers, her hesitant calls into enticing touches.
But Criston did not believe in love.
That did not stop his obsessions from growing, did not stop the jealousy that raked at his heart, and clawed against his throat when he had to watch her dance in the arms of lords who lusted over her like she was nothing more than a brooding mare.
He simply watched from afar.
Bound by his duties, suffocated by his cloak - Ser Criston Cole could not do much but watch.
That is, until the princess and her dearest brother reached their nameday of eight and ten.
A most lustrous banquet held in their honour as the pair were weighed heavy in gowns and armours of black and green - Vaella's ears shone with the largest of emeralds and her throat adorned with the most lavish of jewels. Her hair was pulled back in an array of complicated braids before falling down her back, and atop her head sat a circlet of the most finest gems.
Strokes of pink dusted her cheeks, giving her a natural flush that made her seem meek and quiet. But her wandering eyes gave away her true intentions, eyes running across the mass of people- of men, hungrily.
Criston heated within the confines of his armour, feeling stifled and suffocated at the sight of her. Still, his heart raged at the rolling waves of lust that poured off the men who attended the banquet.
He had watched as she danced in the arms of several men. Men he believed did not deserve to breathe in her scent, let alone hold her in their embrace.
He clenched his teeth when his heart roared and beat in protest as she took to a final dance with her brothers - shame colouring his ears at the realisation he was jealous of everyone who could get close to her in ways he ached to.
His heart sunk when she threw her head back with a delighted laugh at a joke made by a Lannister. It clenched in agony as she blushed under the lustful gaze of a shameless Tully.
Then, for a moment, Criston's heart wedged itself in his throat, his breathing coming to a stuttered stop as her gaze met his.
Her eyes were the shade of wisterias, vivid and bright. But in the light of a thousand blazing torches, they were almost glowing amber. He was mesmerised by her beauty once more. His mouth became dry, and he floundered for a moment as she sent him a teasing smile. As though she knew something he did not.
Even when she turned away, not daring to move to sneak glances at his form, Criston found himself tense. He stood straighter, on alert for whatever it was that he was sure would happen.
However, he certainly didn't expect this.
Ser Criston Cole, it was announced by the Hand, the Queen's most loyal protector would be given to her youngest daughter - a gift, they had said.
Her Sworn Shield.
Her personal knight.
Her shadow and her friend, a listening ear and a guiding hand, a fearless weapon and a comforting presence.
A gift.
A glance into the girl's eyes, watching how they gleamed with mischief, he was sure it was simply a death sentence.
To test him so harshly, to have him follow around the girl who fascinated him so deeply. It was a devious challenge, indeed.
But it would be okay.
Because, Ser Criston Cole did not believe in love.
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