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corrodedcoffins-blog · 2 months

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Royal Meeting

quinn hughes x royal!reader

note: I love them!!!

word count: 1.8 k

This tour was a year in the making, the Princess of Cambridge touring Canada with her father now ruling. Y/n was named the people’s princess after Diana, the people of England saw a lot of her mother in her. So with her father being someone the public doesn’t have the best view of, it was her job to possibly help restore that.

Starting on the east coast and heading west, the princess was on her second to last stop, Vancouver, before she would be heading over the province's capital. Going to a hockey game with Harry and Meghan was not in the original plan, but the woman was never one to follow plans set out for her. But she could also never pass up spending time with her older brother and Meghan.

Stepping out of the car the woman waves to the people waiting outside, grabbing flowers and giving out hugs; even if she wasn’t supposed to.

She was told by her assistant that Harry and Meghan would meet her in the dressing room halls. Not that she needed to know that given she would just be following her security.

“Meghan!” Seeing her sister-in-law she passes the two security men in front of her, bringing the other woman into a large hug. “Hello, Y/n! So good to see you it’s been to

long!” “I know! I miss my little niece and nephew! Oh- Harry you’re here too, hello.” The brother and sister both exchange a chuckle, bringing each other into a hug.

The three half-watched warm-ups in the lounge, mostly catching up. But they had to stay down there to wait for puck drop.

After getting announced, Harry and Y/n walked out side by side. Looking around at the teams, the girl notices the handsome faces, though one in particular stood out among the rest. On the Canucks the man with the ‘C’ on his jersey, with the most beautiful swept back hair, and facial hair. Y/n loved facial hair, believing it would make any man instantly more attractive. His eyes were dark in the lighting of the area, but she was sure there was more to them up close.

And that she was right, being as he was the captain he would take the ceremonial face off, meaning Y/n could get a closer look at his features.

“Hello.” He said, shaking her hand then doing the same to her brother. His american accent was adorable, and his voice was such a pleasant sound, one she could fall asleep to. She was so entranced with him, she didn’t even say hello back, he probably thought she was rude. In her mind she was patting herself on the back for such a good first impression.

She zoned out, only getting snapped back into reality when the cameras flashed, waiting for a moment her brother never dropped the puck. It made her laugh, thankful she wasn’t the only one making a lousy impression. Whispering to her brother she said, “H, you have to drop the puck.”

Everyone let out a small chuckle, it was all in good fun.

Throughout the game she couldn’t help but have her eyes be drawn to the Canucks captain, who she now learned was named Quinn. It was a name that suited him, she felt that he gave off the same energy as the letter ‘Q’ if that makes sense.

Quinn got a goal and an assist, both of which the woman stood up and clapped for. She couldn’t help herself, and she was sure Meghan noticed. During the time Harry went to the washroom, Meghan leaned over and whispered, “He’s cute. Number 43?” “Oh piss off.”

After the game, and after saying bye to Harry and Meghan, Y/n decided to do something she never thought she would ever do.

She waited outside the home team’s dressing room. Why? She had no clue. How was she going to start a conversation? She had no clue. And with her security around her at all times, it made it a lot worse, because she had an audience.

And before she could over think, the man of her hour came out, “Hi, you’re Quinn Hughes, right? The captain?”

He looked a little shocked that she was talking to him, making eye contact with both her security guards before her as if to say ‘you guys believe this?’ but nonetheless he nods, not having the ability to talk in the presence of her, and her beauty, and the way her confidence was almost seeable in the air. “You played amazing, I mean from what I know about hockey.” She lets out a small breath of air out of her nose in a half-laugh.

“Oh- Thank you.” He knows that to carry on a conversation you should maybe say something back to provoke more words, yet in his state of being at the moment he wasn’t quite sure he could do that.

“I was actually wondering..” taking a deep breath, she prepares for the worst. The ‘I have a girlfriend’ or the ‘I have plans’ “If you were busy tonight? I know we haven’t even met yet, but I don’t really do this.” she gestures to the general area, and seeing a slight bit of confusion on the man’s face she alaperates, “I mean like- my family has always set up dates for me, I’ve never done this, so I don’t know how to do this. And now I have over-explained and over-shared so now you’ll really say no.”

Unbeknownst to her, the man found her ‘over-explaining’ and ‘over-sharing’ endearing. Her flustered state as she asks him out, the rosyness on her cheeks and her large smile while she talks. Were all things he hadn’t seen until now, and he loved every new thing he discovered about her.

“I’m not busy tonight… We could go to this restaurant I know, or if you don’t want to be in public I understand and we could just go to my place? I don’t have roommates.”

He was so adorably awkward while speaking and he was understanding and kind, every man her family had set her up with had never been this understanding of her status, they had always either used it to their advantage, or were jealous of it. But not Quinn. In the couple minutes they talked, she felt in her gut that he had honourable morals.

With a smile spreading on the girl’s face she replies, “I would love to go to your place.” At her words a matching grin is growing on Quinn’s face, placing his hand on her back as he leads her out to his car.

The two were settled on Quinn’s couch, some american movie on in the background while they spoke. Learning more and more about each other. In the safety of his flat, and her security outside Y/n felt free to be herself.

“I have two younger brothers-” “ I have two older brothers! Continue, what do they do? Hockey?” “Yeah, they both play on the New Jersey Devils.” “It must be hard seeing them get to play together while you’re not.” “It does sting sometimes, during summer when they’ll tell their stories of living together without mom as a mediator. But I mean, they’re my little brothers and I couldn’t be more happy for them and I have my friends here. So it’s not all bad.”

Subconsciously, the man's arm fell from resting on the back of the couch to now rest on the girl’s shoulder, urging her to curl into his body more. “Are you close to your mom?” “We don’t have to talk about my mom.” Quinn might know much about Y/n’s family, but he knew that she never knew her mother, Princess Diana.

“It doesn’t bother me. Talking about my mom if that’s what you're worried about.” “I assumed it would be a not first date appropriate conversation.” “Right. No trauma on the first date, rule 101.” The two broke into laughs, probably caused by the wine they were drinking. Y/n decided to divulge into lighter conversation, “Now. This question is very important to me.” The woman adjusted her sitting position to now sitting on the couch facing Quinn, his hand now rubbing up and down on her upper arm, “Are you a dog or a cat person?”

Letting out a breath of relief Quinn says, “Thank god, I thought it would be a question about tea.” “What, just because I’m British my life must revolve around tea?” “So you wouldn’t be offended when I tell you I don’t like tea?” “You don’t like tea?!” Quinn laughs at her over-exaggeration, “I should have known better, you are American.” “Hey!” “Dogs or cats?” Y/n stubbles out between giggles at the sight of Quinn’s face.

“If I get this wrong, is the date off?” “Well, that in combination with not liking tea..” “I’m a dog person.” “Correct!”

Later in the night the two were still on Quinn’s couch, now actually watching what was playing on the TV. No longer shy about their cuddling, Quinn was lying on his back with Y/n between his legs on top of the man. His hands playing with hers, lacing their fingers together and swaying them back and forth.

All night Y/n couldn’t help but think about the fact that this never felt like a first date. Well it did in the way of getting to know each other but they never had that awkward first date silence. It felt as if they had been friends long before now.

They talked about Quinn first moving to Vancouver and how he loves it here now. Y/n also mentioning how she loves Vancouver. It felt as if both were tiptoeing around the subject Quinn living in Vancouver and Y/n in England. She would love to move to Vancouver, in the future. The woman had always wanted to live in another country and Canada always seemed like a good choice. But of course she wouldn’t be telling Quinn this, it was in fact a first date.

“I’m headed to Victoria tomorrow afternoon. But I’ll only be there for three days, then the tours over and I head back home.” She could see the hope leave Quinn’s eyes, so quickly she cleared up what she was getting at, “But, I don’t have to. I could come back here.” At her words Quinn beams, excited at the idea of seeing her again so soon.

“The 24th I’ll be in Seattle.” “Then I’ll fly to Seattle, watch you play again.” “I would love that, princess.”

No one had ever called Y/n ‘princess’ as a pet name, only at events or being introduced to someone. And never did she think she would love being called princess this much. She thought if anything it would weird her out if someone ever did. But when it came from Quinn’s mouth, from his beautiful lips, and deep voice. She would love anything he called her.

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marimariposaposa · 4 months

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unspoken confessions | pedri gonzález

pairing: bf!pedri x fem!reader

content: flufff, mentions of sex and pregnancy

word count: 1.1k

summary: everything that pedri wishes he could tell you

7:35am

he loooves your lip balm. the way it tastes, the sweet flavour of it and how it nicely enhances the act of kissing you, making your lips all the more soft and plush for his own. he loves using it, stealing it from your bed side table in the early mornings before he leaves for training while you soundly sleep next to him, having you apply it for him; your frame stood tensely concentrated in front of him, focused face when you swipe the applicator over his lips and smiling when he pouts at you jokingly. it’s even gotten to the point where his friends have noticed.

“why do your lips always look wet?” ferran asks him, football at his feet and pulling at his jersey to let the cool air circulate underneath it. “you don’t wear lip balm?” pedri raises an eyebrow and ferran laughs, “i think i’ve put it on a total of two times in the past month”

but he especially loves it when you put it on your lips, only for the sole purpose to peck his and transfer it over. you call it ‘saving product’ but the both of you know it’s just to steal a kiss, and he wants to keep it that way. sharing is caring i guess. it reminds him of you, in the way scents bring back memories—he just associates soft lips with you.

he also just loves to be in your space. it’s kind of a given—you being in a relationship and all, but he takes it to another level. he’s there when your brushing your teeth, sat on the toilet lid and watching you in the mirror, sometimes he even takes the toothbrush and moves it around your mouth for you. wanting to be in your area and admire you from as close as possible. safe to say he’s completely whipped with just your presence, your aura, your warm energy that just calms him.

he’s there when your cooking. getting all in your way as you squeeze past him to grab some more ingredients, hands placed flat on your shoulder blades when he peers over your shoulder to see what exactly your doing and leaning down to put his head on your shoulder. “you’re in my way” you whine, turning yourself around to give him a quick peck. “im helping!” he says, suddenly taking an interest in chopping the vegetable that you’ve left out on the counter, only to get you off his back. “yeah, helping to be a pain in the ass.” you scoff when he returns back to his old ways, observing your every move and hugging you from behind like some sort of teddy bear.

if you let him, he’d even sit on the edge of the bath while you peed, not wanting to stop the conversation you were having and lose his train of thought. blabbering away while his gaze focuses somewhere on a tile on the wall. same way he’d let you get on with doing your makeup in the mirror while he takes a quick pee break, talking while he peers over his shoulder. but if not, he’d stand outside of the bathroom door like a sulking little toddler and continue the conversation by shouting at the door, making sure you can hear.

something he’d never admit though (at least not until your ready) is how much you he really wants to get you pregnant. honestly it borders a breeding kink. it’s said offhandedly during sex, something small like, “im going to get you pregnant” but he’s being dead serious. just say the word and he’s there, boxers down and ready for some baby making.

it obvious he’s good with kids, there’s been multiple cases to be observed. but when he watches you do it, whether it be with a niece/nephew, a sibling or even just randomly in the street because babies seem to just be drawn to your presence it sparks something within him. something primal that urges him to populate the earth with mini hims and mini you’s.

you’re so gentle, so tenderly it warms his heart the way you let them wrap their tiny little fingers around one of yours, squishing their cheeks while giggling.

even when you’re baby sitting, rushing around the house with a friend’s child latched onto your hip and a phone attached to your ear to chat mindlessly to a friend while you clean, he can’t help but imagine that to be your child. together. a child that has equal parts of you and of him, to see your personality in them in the way they would protest waking up in the mornings—like you always do.

that’s why your late night chats about how many kids you guys want, what their names would be are his favourite parts of the day, face in the crook of your neck to plant soft kisses on your skin while you giggle about your future.

pedri is also not a sharer. he is not the kind to just give his friends a bite of his food for them to taste, he can be a bit stingy in that sense.

“can i try this?” one of his friends would say, “you can try whatever you want next time we come here. im not stopping you.”

but for you…for you he’s sat at the restaurant table, taking a bite of his food then reaching it over to your mouth and waiting for you to take a bite too, awaiting your approval. he loves it. “how is it?” he asks eagerly, and you hum a delicious note, spreading a smile on his face. for you he takes sips of the same drink. he awaits earnestly whenever you order a drink from a local café, for you to let him take one sip and have that warm feeling he gets when he knows that your lips have just been around the straw. it’s childish, but he sees it as an indirect kiss.

his friends would be shocked seeing him be unfazed when you steal a fry of his plate at lunch, jaw falling open when he even offers one to you and not immediately becoming defensive. they would discuss in the locker rooms how much he loves you, teasing him about how badly he’s been star struck.

“pedri, share some that ped-D next!” gavi pranced around the locker room in a sing-songy voice after the first brunch you had with his friends, finally introducing yourself to everyone as his girlfriend—jersey slipped over his head and over his shoulders to look like hair, or maybe a make-shift vail. who knows.

“shut up man” pedri groaned, sighing as if he was mad, but the blush spreading across his cheeks gave him away instantly.

end.

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cupid-styles · 4 months

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a good life

in which harry and y/n decide on a name for their baby (with minimal bickering).

I think for now this will be the last blurb I write while y/n is still pregnant</333 going to start expanding to blurbs about them parenting so feel free to send requests in!!!!

word count: 731

content warnings: pregnancy/pregnant y/n

part of the ymls universe

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"How about Reign?"

"We're not the Kardashians, Harry."

He resists the urge to roll his eyes as Y/N shoots down another one of his name suggestions, using the ball-point pen to scratch the words out on his list. She glances down at her phone and purses her lips.

"Okay, my next suggestion was May."

"That's cute," Harry murmurs, "Although, I had a cat when I was little named May. She got rabies because we found her on the street. It was kind of traumatizing if I'm being honest."

Immediately, Y/N deletes the name May from her list.

"Do you have any other good ones?" she asks as she leans forward to grasp the cup of tea Harry made her when she got to his place. She's still struggling with not drinking coffee, even though it's been months since she stopped. Harry insists that green tea is a good substitute, but so far, she doesn't believe him.

"I feel like you'll hate the ones I have left," he replies, peering up at her. She shrugs, a silent response of try me. "Alright, the last few that I came up with are: Noel—"

"Cute, but I think it's too Christmas-y."

"—Holly—"

"Are you just really into Christmas-themed names?"

"And Clementine."

She pauses. He can see the gears turning in her brain as she contemplates it, the pad of her finger running over the rim of the ceramic mug in her hands.

"I think I really like that, actually," she says softly. "Clementine. It's sweet."

Harry nods, a jolt of energy firing through him. "Yeah, I was thinking we could call her Clemmie or Clem for short. I don't know, thought it was unique."

"It is," she agrees, her left hand finding her bump, "Are you our little Clementine?"

He smiles. "And I know we decided she'd have Styles as a last name, but I was thinking, since you've always loved having the name middle name as your sister, maybe we could give her the same one. Or maybe the same one as your niece."

Y/N swallows, attempting to get rid of the lump in her throat as she nods quickly. They'd decided on carrying the Styles last name on with her a few months back — she didn't feel very strongly about them all having the same last name, explaining that she would always be her mother regardless of whether or not they shared that. (Harry couldn't agree more.) But she'd only mentioned once or twice that she thought her niece's middle name was adorable, and she liked her family tradition of keeping middle names the same. When she and her sister were younger, it always felt like this little connection they had that no one else did.

"Grace, right?" Harry asks, breaking her out of her thoughts. "Your niece's middle name?"

She nods, "Yeah, Grace."

"Clementine Grace Styles."

"I like it," she says quickly, unable to ignore the tears clouding her waterline, "It's pretty. I really like it."

"Me too. I think Grace fits perfectly."

They stare at each other for a moment, the gravity of finally giving her a name settling in. She's no longer this little nameless fruit floating around in her tummy (although Harry still provided weekly updates on her size — currently, she's a cantaloupe, which is slightly terrifying for Y/N to conceptualize).

"Do you mind if I...?"

Even with the boundaries they've broken, nearing "couple" territory as opposed to platonic co-parenting, he's still extremely cautious of Y/N's boundaries. He never wants to make her feel uncomfortable, especially because he knows she's been on the receiving end of some awful side effects.

But, even if it's a secret she keeps to herself, she really adores when she gets to lay back and watch him talk to her belly.

She nods at his open-ended question and settles against the cozy pregnancy pillow he bought months ago. Gently, he flips her sweater up and presses a chaste kiss right above her belly button, making her shiver.

"We can't wait to meet you, Clementine Grace," he mumbles lowly, "Please give your mummy an easy time for the next two months, okay? She's getting really tired, but she's been so strong. She even lets me sing to you without pushing me away."

Y/N snorts and Harry glances up with a small smile. She raises her eyebrows expectedly, encouraging him to continue.

"Anyway... we're just really excited." his eyes flicker up to hers and she swallows. "I think we're gonna have a good life together."

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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Hi there!! I absolutely adore your writing, and I was wondering if I could request a little something about Jamie being your guest to a wedding?? Just something sweet and fluffy because I feel like he’d be a spectacular wedding date. Love you!!

Here you go! Haven’t been able to write as much this week, I had finals and in between tests and papers, I’ve been pretty much living at the doctor’s. My brain is feeling a little fried, so I hope this is a coherent fic because I’ve tried to proofread a bunch and it all just looks like squiggles to me, so… anon, if you read this, send me your honest feedback in my inbox. Love ya!🍊💚

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“What’s this?” Jamie asks from his position on your kitchen island.

You glance up from the stove. “What’s what?”

He holds up an envelope rimmed in gold.

“Oh, that’s an invite to my old roommate’s wedding. Remember I told you about her? Calls everyone ‘queen?’”

Jamie’s face shows recognition. “Right, yeah, she the one dating that motivational speaker?”

You laugh. “Yeah, they got together a month after I met her. He lived one floor down. Anyway, their wedding’s in a few months so I left the invitation out so I’d remember to RSVP.”

Jamie’s engrossed in the details on the invitation. “Says you can bring a plus one.”

“Yeah,” you reply, “probably won’t though. It’s back home, so, it’s not just a weekend-type deal. My mom and dad want me to come stay for like a week and a half.” You turn back to the stove and narrowly avoid burning the food. “You like your dinner a little crispy, right?”

“Babe,” Jamie says slowly, “you stayin’ with your parents?”

“Nah,” you say, transferring the food onto plates, “too crowded. And loud. My mom always has all the grandkids over all the time.” Your older sister has two kids, and your older brother has three. “She offered, but I told her I’d just get an AirBnB or something.”

“Y’know,” he says, taking the plates and moving to the table, “it’s on the off season. Don’t have any branding deals that week either.”

“Jamie,” you begin, a smile beginning to spread across your face, “are you offering to go to this wedding with me? And meet my parents?”

Jamie shrugs nonchalantly.

“You are!” you say gleefully, “Oh my god, my mom is going to lose her mind. You know she absolutely loves you, right? She talks about their trip out here all the time. And this time you can meet my whole family, like my sister and her husband, they’re definitely my favorite because my niece and I have the same middle name. Plus my brother is always busy with work and his wife is cool, I guess, but we don’t have a lot in common? Except one time we watched High School Musical together, and she knew all the dances and all the words! It was crazy. And we’ll definitely have to go to the beach, do you know how to surf-?”

You ramble on happily as Jamie just grins at you, digging into his food.

—

It’s wedding week, and your dad picks you up from the airport. You and Jamie are on your way to your parents’ house before checking into your own house and you’re confident that most of your family is going to be there. Your parents are the only ones who have met Jamie in person, and right now your dad and Jamie are in the front of the car chatting on about who knows what. You just know you’re tired, and you’re grateful that your dad picked you up a coffee. You’re probably going to steal Jamie’s too, because he does not need more energy and yours is gone way too quick. It’s nice to be home. The sun is shining, and the streets are familiar. You’re looking forward to seeing your old friends, and showing off your gorgeous footballer boyfriend.

They’d all heard about him of course, and were more than thrilled that you had finally found someone who actually liked being around you. That sounds terrible. You’re not annoying. You just have a habit of being with men who see you as a chore, not for the wonderful person you are. The person Jamie sees you to be.

You’re pulling into the driveway, and just as you suspected, the entire family is there. You notice your brother’s Range Rover and your sister’s Jeep. You smile to yourself. How very like them.

You hop out of the car, grab Jamie’s hand, and the door is open before you even make it all the way up to it. Your mom’s arms are open for a hug which you reach for except she turns away at the last moment and hugs Jamie first?

“Mom!” you say, laughing, “I’m your literal daughter and I haven’t seen you in forever!”

She smiles and pinches Jamie’s cheek. “I’ve spent more time with you than with him. You’ll survive.”

She wraps you in a warm hug then says, “Come meet the family, Jamie! And you’re staying for dinner. You can get to your house after you’ve taken a break.”

You shake your head and Jamie just grins. Poor boy has no idea what he’s getting himself into.

—

Jamie was thoroughly interrogated by your family, including your nieces and nephews (“Why do you call it football instead of soccer? Did you bring us candy?”). You’re both so exhausted that as soon as you walk through the door of your AirBnB, you collapse onto the bed, fully clothed.

—

It’s the day of the wedding, and you’re stressed. You’d been fine until the exact moment that you and Jamie began walking up to the venue. Everything is fine, you’re walking hand-in-hand, but then you just stop.

“Jamie,” you say, tugging on his hand, “Jamie I can’t do this.”

He turns to you in surprise. “What d’you mean you can’t do this?”

“I mean, it’s a lot of people I haven’t seen in forever and I don’t know, I’m just freaking out.”

Jamie laughs of all things. “Babe, it’s all right. Look, you’re with me, yeah? And I’m fucking amazin’. And you’re fucking amazin’. So whatever you’re worried about, ain’t a problem.”

Sometimes you forget how cocky Jamie can be. And how much it can boost your confidence.

You blow out a breath. “Thanks babe. You’re right, it’ll be fine.”

—

It was more than fine. Like, way more than fine. Your friend looked lovely, and she was overjoyed to see you, and Jamie was the absolute best. He befriended your entire table and insisted you dance with him for every song. He was weirdly good at it, too.

“It’s all in the hips, babe,” he said.

It definitely was.

Your favorite part, though, is the last dance.

It’s a slow song, and the only people left were couples. The bride and groom had left, sneaked out a back door because she hated send-offs, so everything was winding down.

Jamie has your hands in his, and brings them to loop around his neck.

“You alright?” he whispers. You nod. “Good,” he says, voice still low. “Wanted to make sure you had a good time. I fucking love weddings. The dancing, the food… you.” He grins and you smile back. “You look fucking gorgeous, by the way. Not sure I mentioned it earlier.”

You’re blushing now, swaying to the music as his hands circle your waist.

You say, “Thanks for coming with me, Jaim. I don’t think I would’ve had as much fun without you.”

Your hands are on the sides of his face now, thumbs tracing his cheekbones.

You lean up to kiss him and right before you do he whispers, “Gonna be us someday, yeah?”

You forget how to breathe for a moment, opting to nod instead.

Jamie smiles, and leans down to finish what you started.

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babydollmarauders · 5 months

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

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notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

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y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

y/ndevils00 i prefer to use that money for drinky drinks

lhughes_06 that explains so much

dawson1417 he can’t have my hair!

y/ndevils00 baldy should’ve thought about his flow before he shaved his head! i’ll protect your hair!

john.marino97 and how will you do that?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 the same way i get rid of all the men in my dm’s— beat ‘em off with a stick!

jackhughes MEN IN YOUR DM’S????

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised! i’m a catch and everyone knows it!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes damn dude, better get a move on with ‘plan alpha-alpha’ before someone snatches up your girl

user66 i love the jack-centric posts! y/n feeds us 🙏

ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

y/ndevils00 did you know i don’t care about anyone else?

ehaula trust me, i can tell

y/ndevils00 then why are you asking stupid questions you already know the answer to?

ehaula i’m disowning you

y/ndevils00 you can’t do that!

ehaula pretty sure i can!

y/ndevils00 nuh-uh! tell him @/kristen.haula

kristen.haula you can’t disown our niece, Erik!

y/ndevils00 TOLD YOU! NA-NA-NA BOO BOO!

ehaula i can’t believe you’ve wormed your way into my family and won’t leave

dawson1417 yeah, that’s what happens

john.marino97 my mom calls her the daughter she never had

john.marino97 excuse me, where am i?!

y/ndevils00 idk, your couch?

john.marino97 IN THE POST! where am i IN THE POST!

y/ndevils00 oh, you got no points. do better and maybe you’ll be featured

john.marino97 i tried!

y/ndevils00 so try harder?? idk what to tell you

john.marino97 why am i friends with you

y/ndevils00 because i’m hot and funny and smart?

john.marino97 no, that’s not it

user20 poor dawson in the box 😭

_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

y/ndevils00 aww! so excited to see you soon huggy! 🥹🤍

jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

lhughes_06 you’ll see your brothers too??

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

#media management au!#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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authornina · 9 months

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Savvy Day Care

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Sav sat in the driver seat of their shared brand-new Mercedes Benz sprinter passenger van going over his checklist to make sure he had all of his nieces. They had so many children and counting, a regular little mini-van wouldn’t do—like on ballet and gymnastics days that they all had together or when Jacob did field trips with them. Minus the boys who rarely made any fuss, all nine girls were very specific at times and some didn’t like sharing seat belts or their personal space if they weren’t in the best mood, so they invested in a sprinter and it’d been smooth sailing since.

“Melody, she so pretty make my heart all fluttery.”

“Here,” she cheerfully replied to her uncle. She didn’t always get to spend a lot of time with her father’s side of the family so being in the presence of her uncle and cousins made her happy.

“Delightful Damaris, she gon’ be a stunnin’ runway model in Paris.”

“Here!”

“Pretty Poppy, all these hoes gon’ wanna copy.”

“Here me go, Uncle Sav!”

“Savannah my precious banana,” Sav called then looked in the mirror and she raised her hand, still not able to verbally communicate much but they were working on it day by day. They mostly depended on sign language. He and Chi were just thankful she was able to walk on her own now without assistance. “Queen Day B, my G!”

“Here daddy!” she giggled.

“Aubree my gorgeous lil cup of tea.”

“Here,” she blushed.

“Ivory, my cute honeybee.”

“I’m right here,” she replied bashfully.

They loved their pet names given by Uncle Sav.

“Lovely Loire, even though you mean you the one I’ll always adore.” “Hmph!” she folded her arms with a scowl. The last thing she wanted to do was be in a leotard, tights, ballet shoes and a slick back bun. She looked just like a little Lake with an attitude.

“Ion know what hmph mean lil girl.”

“Me here!” Loire pouted, attitude on a hundred.

“You gon’ be flung over the bushes you keep actin’ up,” Sav threatened and she poked her lip out, and started crying into her sister’s arm. “My beautiful River gon’ always have my back and deliver…slaps! To ya muhfuckin’ dome on behalf of her uncle!”

“Here, Uncle Savy,” she laughed. “You make my sister cry,” River put her arm around Loire.

“She made her lil bad ass self cry. Loire cut it out before I get Sugar Sprinkle Pickle,” he referred to their dog that Lake let them name and she straightened up real quick. For some reason she was afraid of that little ass chihuahua. “Ard, everybody got their seatbelts on?” “Yes!” they all responded at the same time, Savannah nodding her head up and down.

“Do anybody gotta go number one or two before I pull off?”

“Nooo!”

“Goin’ once, goin’ twice, and we out!”

Jacob was on vacation for a week so what he’d usually tend to with their children was split between Sav, Lake, and Dem. Vant declined to help, wanting to use all of his free time from the kids trying to give Ivy another baby which she refused.

They had so many kids that keeping them active was necessary. They had tons of energy which needed to be channeled in something productive other than fighting with one another. Leave them in the house for too long, barrettes were flying, hair was being pulled and nothing but crying and screaming filled the air.

Once they arrived at the studio, Sav parked and got out making all of the girls hold hands as they crossed the lot. They basically had private lessons seeing as their group made up one class.

“Good afternoon!” their teacher, Ms. Farrah smiled as each of her tiny ballerinas marched into the studio. While the class went on Sav sat to the side taking pictures and videos, sending them in the group chat.

Avery: Fix Loire bow, she get on my nerves with that lil ass attitude! Ivy: Why is Aubree actin’ like we don’t practice the pliè at home? Ooh that girl! Vant: Fuck off my daughter bro Ivy: STFU! Avery: Nobody is talking about Damaris eatin’ everybody up though Chi: Straight running circles around them! Show them how it’s done Maris! Sav: My Banana is the best one Chi: And she is! Avery: She is doing so good, I’m so proud of her Ivy: Me too. Vant: Love Banny and all but I’m not bouta sit here and lie Ivory killin’ all them! Avery: LIES! It’s Damaris, River, THEN my pookie poo Ivory Ivy: Avery don’t make me kick your ass. Avery: Facts are facts! Lake: Can y’all all shut the fuck up? Chi: Husband! Why you gotta be so mean? Avery: Chi. Ivy: CTFU! Sav: I’m mutin’ y’all dickheads now Chi: You better not nigga! Ivy: Whose making dinner tonight? Avery: Not me! I’m tired and my back is hurting Chi: I can’t cook Lake: That’s why you need to sit the fuck down somewhere Avery: Do you see how you talk to me?😭 Ivy: Omg! Avery go away, you wasn’t complaining how he talk to you or crying when you laid up and got your ass pregnant again! He said sit down somewhere so SAT DOWN! Chi: Husband I woulda been sittin’ Sav: Chi get your fuckin’ head knocked off Vant: At least she lay down and get pregnant, some people act like it’s gon’ ruin their fuckin’ life to have another baby. Ivy: Vant do not start! You are not the one that has to PHYSICALLY go through a pregnancy! Vant: If I could carry my own fuckin’ babies I would! Sav: This nigga gay Wreck: Gay asf Vant: 🖕🏾

Pav: The girls are so cute! I wish I had a daughter to do ballet Sav: You late Pav: We were all napping Chi: You always sleep, let me find out you lettin’ Daly do you like Lake Daly: 🍆

Ivy: Okayyyyyyyyyyy! Get it get it! Vant: Ivy. Relax my nigga. Avery: I swear this is the last one. I can’t do this anymore. We’re gonna have to use condoms. Lake: Yea ok Ivy: TMI Chi: I would never make big daddy—nevermind Sav: Wait till I get home. Ima put a dent right in your fuckin’ forehead. Avery: LMAOOOOO! Big daddy that bitch! Chi: 🖕🏾 Dem: I’m not reading all that shit Ivy: Heyyy bookie Dem: Hey Avery: LMAO! Dem did you eat? Dem: No Avery: You want me to cook you some food? Sav: But you just said you was tired and your back was hurtin but now that Dem ain’t ate shit you got the energy Avery: Hater much? Vant: I’ll cook Wreck: Then I’m stayin home Daly: Me too Lake: I’m not eatin’ nothin Vant cook Pav: I will cook. Geez. Everybody be here by 8 Vant: Ayeee! Wreck: I’ll be over there Sav: You cook better than Avery anyway Avery: 🖕🏾

Sav: Ard the class is over. I’m takin all they asses to my house for a minute. Chi: Lord. Let me put up all my good shit Ivy: Don’t do that to them lmao Chi: You know they bad as shit! Sav: No, THEY kids is bad as shit. My babies is good. Dem: And mine Avery: So what tf are y’all saying? Ivy: Exactly! Wreck: Lake and Vant got some bad ass kids. Lake: Ok Daly: Now I need to put up all our good shit Ivy: Vant? Vant: Man…Ion feel like fightin’ and our kids is bad as shit Ivy: Wow. Sav: Bye dickheads!

Putting the phone in his pocket, Sav gathered his tribe of little ladies. They all walked to the van hand in hand talking over one another.

“Loire, you feel better?”

“Yes!” she answered her uncle now all smile. Sometimes it took his niece a minute to warm up.

“Good…who wanna go bother auntie Chi?”

“Meeeeee!” they all raised their hands at the same time.

“She’s my mommy,” Sav heard Day say.

“And she’s my auntie,” Aubree sassed.

“Don’t be mean to me.”

“Talk to the hand!”

“Daddy!” Day shouted. “She put her hand in my face,” she whined.

“Aubree chill out.”

“I’m tellin’ my daddy on you!” Aubree asserted.

“And what he supposed to do?”

“Beat chu up.”

“Your daddy can’t beat my daddy,” River added twisted her neck.

“I bet he can!”

“No he can’t!

“Ard,” Sav laughed. “Y’all chill, it ain’t that deep.”

“But Uncle Savy, she—”

“It’s ard River,” Sav turned to her giving her a look. “We know the real.”

River nodded then rolled her eyes at Aubree. “My daddy still can whoop uncle Vant, I seen him do it,” she whispered just having to get the last word.

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 9 months

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Growing pains

Summary: How did Jeff and Rio feel knowing Miles was sneaking out with a girl?

Jeff's rant became background noise as she lifted the sweater in confusion.

It wasn't Miles, not just because it wasn't his size (she had needed to buy so many new clothes with his growth spur that she would know) but it was...feminine, she could even smell faintly some perfume.

Whoever left it was using it recently.

"-Babe are you backing me up in this one or what?"

Rio snapped back to reality as she felt her husband's hand on her shoulder, he looked at her still kind of upset yet more curious as to why she hasn't moved from that spot.

"Jeff, where is this from?" She asks immediately, not paying attention to whatever he has been insisting on her.

Arching an eyebrow, he didn't look too much into the item before shrugging with disinterest "I don't know, I normally let him choose whatever he wants as long as the price is okay; a better question is why his room is such a mess, maybe we should ground him an extra month for that-"

"Jeff" She called him again, trying to distract him from his authoritative-dad ideas "This isn't his, it has to belong to a girl."

The moment the word 'girl' came out of her mouth he seemed even more puzzled. Giving an actual look at the item from his wife's hands, he was trying to remember if he has seen it before "Does it belong to one of your nieces maybe?"

"I didn't remember seeing any of them using this, why it would be here anyways? We let the guest put their coats in the entrance, and I don't think either Ana or Camila would just leave this in Miles's bed for no reason."

As they both realized they couldn't recall anyone who could have this sweater, finally the other possible explanation popped into their minds. Not because it wasn't obvious, but more like-

"Is this happening now? It isn't too soon?"

"No, no no no, no way that boy brought a girl to our house, to his room, all while he is grounded." Just as quickly, Jeff was getting worked out again about this outrage.

Miles comes late (again,) with cakes that are falling apart, refuses to talk to them, and now he is hearing how he left his room to be with a girl?

Rio couldn't believe it either.

"This can't be right- He is too young to think of that!" She replied in disbelief.

She felt her husband's gaze rest on her as she stopped looking at the item (who could belong to? Maybe one of Miles's old friends from the neighborhood? As far she knew he stopped hanging out with everyone around here,) and saw the face Jeff always puts when he isn't sure how to tell her something.

"What?"

And her snappier response didn't seem to make him more confident about saying it.

"I mean- Look, don't get me wrong, we are both on the same side here" He prefaces, he needed to reserve all his energy to think how to get to that boy's skull that he couldn't do whatever he wanted, not to mention that when Rio got angry even he got scared. "But, he is fifteen honey."

"Yeah! A baby!"

"Well, not so baby, I mean at his age I was-"

The pointed look of Rio was all the information he needed to know he SHOULDN'T end that sentence.

"What I am trying to say, is that he is getting to a certain age mi amor, we cannot stop that."

Rio's shoulders fell, realizing how tense she was getting and this wasn't even going into how disobedient her son has been getting lately. As she looked towards the room (which was indeed a mess,) she saw the toys laying around, notebooks of old drawings pilled over the new ones that show his progress, she could almost see him as a toddler running around with a cape.

That felt like it was yesterday.

And now she had the sweater of a girl she doesn't know in her hands, in Miles' room.

Where did her little boy go?

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Since the Wip poll won, I decided to post this little thing that was actually, my first fic for this fandom.

I never got to publish it because it was missing two other scenes, but I decided to scrap it since the third one felt a bit too crazy, so I would do that idea for another thing.

So now while this is technically not a wip, I decided to publish it since I don't have any works in progress I can give sneak peaks for now.

Thanks for reading!

#atsv #across the spiderverse #ghostflower #rio morales #jeff morales #fanfics #gwiles

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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omg musician dad eren trying to keep up with his daughters while y/n is away on business for a week!?!!!

oh my goodness, the absolute CHAOS that would ensue in that household..😭

after giving birth to beautiful twin girls, (y/n) is ready to bounce back into the work scene. Taking on modeling jobs, doing brand deals and take a step away from motherhood for a moment after being out of the game for nearly two years. That’s when you get an offer for a gig out of state for a week and although your separation anxiety is going to eat you up, you have no doubt that your loving husband eren will be able to handle them on his lonesome for those seven days. You leave him instructions, lay all of their necessary things out and even cooks for all of them before you go. To which he’s offended by because he can totallyyyy do this…or so he claims! “You’re worrying for nothing, princess. Me and the little ladies will be just fine. You go handle your business and we’ll be here when you get back.” So you trust that he’ll be fine and off you go. However, he soon realizes that you have a full time job on top of your career and it’s not easy. You hadn’t even boarded the jet good before they’re dashing around the house with the energy of two Tasmanian devils. Playing, laughing and getting into all sorts of shenanigans. “Erionna, Emani..get down! I’m not saying it again..” trying to sound all authoritarian, knowing he don’t run a damn thing in that household! They are giving him the BUSINESS. he’s got eyes in the back of his head, trying to get them under control but they are too much. Getting any work done? He can forget it. When you were home, he was able to pump out at least three instrumentals or new projects for an artist. Now, he’s lucky to finish one in a day. These girls have him on his toes. “Daddy, come play tea party with me.” “No, daddy’s coming to eat with me.” Arguing over their imaginary play sets and tugging him between the two! So now this six foot four man is crunched up in a tiny chair being forced to eat plastic chicken and peas. And sip tea with a stuffed animal named Mr. Buttons. His boys come over, thinking they’re gonna have a recording session and he’s answering the door looking just like a mother; bandana tying his hair back, apron on with a pot in hand and the little ones on his legs. “Sorry y’all, we gotta push this back. (Y/N)’s gone for the week.” Of course, they all stick around because they can’t resist the opportunity to make it harder for him and set these girls up to more antics. “Uncle Connie’s gonna teach you girls how to make bottle rockets.” But Uncle Armin’s messy ass has done him one better and snuck them some candy while he’s trying to cook dinner.

Now they’re bouncing off the walls and Eren doesn’t know what to do. It’s as he’s stirring their Mac and cheese that he gets a FaceTime from his beloved to check in and there’s yelling in the back. “How’s everything going, papa? Are you okay?” Your sweet tone and pretty face making it hard for him to tell you that things are insane. So he lies and tells you it’s all under control! “Everything’s fine, princess. We got this.” But alas, he finally gets them fed, bathed and squared away for the night with a total of three hours of sleep to spare before he has to get up and do it all over again. He has to do the girls’ hair, get them dressed and he’s in over his head! Luckily, Auntie Mikasa drops in and takes things into her own hands. As a new mom herself, sis is practically a pro at this, just like everything else she does. “(Y/N) asked me to come check on you because she had the sneaking suspicion that you were a wreck and she was right. You better not have my nieces looking a mess.” He wants to be offended but at this point, he just appreciates the help. She shows him how to do their hair the same way (y/n) does it, helps him get things cleaned up and by the time you call back that night, he’s acting all confident and cocky because the house finally has some order and he pretends it’s all his doing. “See, told you I knew what I was doing.”

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incandescentlysomething · 1 month

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Lady of the Ashes: Chapter 8

House of the Dragon Season 1

Aemond x TargaryenOC

Chapter Word Count: 5506

She was his everything… For her…he would do anything.

From the moment of her birth, Aemond Targaryen swore himself to the protection of his niece Aelinor Velaryon. As the two grew up inseparable, they find themselves entangled in the Dance of Dragons, battling to stay together even as their families try to pull them apart.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Accidentally posted this one to the wrong blog haha Thanks for reading! Cross posted on A03

Let me know what you think!

Masterlist A03

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 P.1 P.2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Aelinor was awake even before the sun had appeared through her window. She had not slept well, and was still exhausted from her late night, but she knew that this morning would not be one for leisure.

She wanted nothing more than to remain curled up under her blankets, but she could already hear people moving about in the parlor. Ser Vaemond would make his petition before the king at ten bells, and she had no doubt that courtiers would be flooding the throne room from the early hours, determined to get the best spot.

When she arrived in the parlor her mother was pacing back and forth, one hand on her swollen belly and the other twisting nervously at her side.

“You must rest, Mother,” Aelinor cautioned. “These nerves cannot be good for the baby.”

Rhaenyra held out a hand as her daughter stepped closer, and Aelinor took it in both of her own. “I trust you slept well.”

“As well as can be expected,” Aelinor sighed. “But come, you must sit.”

Rhaenyra shook her head. “I find myself restless. It is best that I stay on my feet.”

Aelinor gave a little smile. “I trust this isn’t a sign of my sibling to come. I could not handle another little boy with Joff’s energy.”

“It could be a girl, you know.” Rhaenyra said. “You could have a sister.”

Aelinor pursed her lips. “I suppose it could. But I shall rejoice all the same. As it is, Baela and Rhaena are all the sisters I need.” She caught her mother’s eye, letting her know just how much she meant that.

Rhaenyra sighed. “Aelinor, if you wish to speak about your father we could—”

“My father,” Aelinor said quickly. “Was Ser Laenor Velaryon. No other.”

“But we could—”

“Today is about Luc, Mother,” Aelinor said. “About his succession. We share a father, and I will stand with him as he claims the seat to which our father’s blood entitles him. As Velaryons.”

Rhaenyra squeezed her hand. “He would be a good father to you, Aelinor. I know it.”

How many times throughout the years had Aelinor wondered the same thing. This was as close as her mother had ever come to just flat out admitting the truth. Daemon Targaryen was her father. She knew it, he knew it, Baela and Rhaena almost certainly knew it. She did not think Jace and Luc were aware, and she wanted to keep it that way. It had not been Daemon Targaryen who had bandaged her bruised knees, who had taken her for her first dragonflight atop Seasmoke. No, that was her true father, a man now nine years in his grave.

But she knew her mother longed for them all to be a family. And she would not jeopardize that for anything. No matter what she suspected, family was the most important thing in the world to her, and she knew Daemon would kill for her mother, possibly even for her and her brothers.

“So long as he is good to you, Mother.” She smiled. “Now, should I begin getting ready?”

Rhaenyra looked as if she wanted to say more, but nodded. “Yes, we should all get ready. I’ll rouse the boys, and I’ll have a maid bring your dress to you.”

“No options for today?” Aelinor asked, recalling the dresses she had tried on for the ball the day before.

Rhaenyra shook her head, giving her daughter’s hand one extra tight squeeze. “It brings me heart, Daughter, to hear you speak of standing together.”

“Of course, Mother.” Aelinor nodded, dropping her mother’s hand. “I am with you, always. Now, you can rouse Luc. Because I love you so, I shall attempt to awaken the beast that is Jace.”

Rhaenyra laughed. “Then I wish you luck. I don’t think he returned to his chambers until well past midnight.”

“I think it was practically morning.” Aelinor forced a laugh. “But I’ll get him. And we shall all make ourselves presentable for you.”

Aelinor waited until her mother was gone before hurrying to Jace’s door, not even knocking before pushing her way inside.

“Jace?” She hissed. “Are you awake?”

The shape on the bed groaned, so she moved to the window and threw open the curtains. “Let me see. We need to be presentable and I need to see how bad it is.”

Jace protested loudly at the light, pushing himself into a sitting position. Aelinor sat on the edge of his mattress, watching as he stretched both of his arms. He was shirtless, his pale skin unmarred except for a ring of dark bruises around the base of his neck. Bruises that Aemond had put there.

Aelinor clucked her tongue, reaching out to touch the edge of a bruise. “Does it hurt terribly? should I fetch something?”

“It’s fine,” Jace sighed. “My tunic should cover it.”

“And your arm?” She asked worriedly. “I could call a maester.”

“No, I…” Jace blinked sleep from his eyes and studied her. “Gods, Aelinor, why are you fretting so much?”

She punched his leg through the blanket. “Because you’re my brother and you’re hurt, you idiot. Am I not allowed to be worried? Besides, it’s my—”

“Don’t you dare say it’s your fault.” Jace interrupted her.

“You said that last night?”

“Did I?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I’d had a bit to drink. I should never have made you think that this was your fault. This was only Aemond’s doing. No one else’s. Which means you don’t need to be such a mother hen.”

Aelinor sighed. “I just…there has to be more to it, Jace. If I just talked to him.”

“He’s dangerous,” Jace protested. “Do you not see these bruises? This probably would have broken your neck.”

She rolled her eyes. “You aren’t that strong, and I’m not made of glass. Besides, Aemond would never hurt me.”

“Aelinor.”

“Jacaerys.” She crossed her arms.

They stared at each other for a long moment, before he threw himself back into his pillows. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’m right,” She stood, grabbing the covers and dragging them off of him. “This entire thing is supposed to be about bringing the family together. I’m not just going to stop talking to my best friend.”

“Your best friend?” Jace clawed the covers back. “Does he know that that’s what he is? Your friend?”

Aelinor groaned. “Obviously it’s more than that, Jace. Either way, I shall speak with him and find out what reason he had for attacking you. I’m sure it was all a misunderstanding.”

“And I’m sure that the only reason I’m alive is because I’m your brother,” Jace said. “If anyone else had insulted you, he probably would’ve fed them to Vhagar.”

Aelinor faked a gasp. “Are you saying you wouldn’t feed someone to Vermax to defend my honor?”

“Obviously I would,” Jace managed to wrestle the blankets out of her grip. “I would just be more diplomatic about it.”

“So you say,” She laughed. “Just leave it to me, Jace. I’ll sort out this mess. Now, get ready before Mother’s nerves give out.”

She stepped out into the hallway, nearly running into the maid coming from her room. “Your gown is inside, Princess. Will you require assistance dressing?”

Aelinor shook her head. “I’ll shout if I need help with the laces.”

“Certainly, Princess.”

She was just about to step into her room when the door next to hers opened. “Aelinor?”

“What is it, Luc?” She stopped in the doorway.

Her younger brother stepped out of his room, already dressed in his tunic, though he wore mismatched boots. “Which ones should I wear? These ones make me look taller, but these—”

“You don’t need to get any taller, Luc.” She laughed. “I already have to look up at you.”

“That’s because you forgot to grow,” He responded with an old joke, one she used to make all the time before he caught up to her in height. “But alright. Are you not ready?”

“I will get dressed now,” She stepped over to ruffle his hair. “Don’t worry, Little Tidemaster. Everything will go well.”

He batted her hand away, and she was chuckling when she closed her bedroom door behind her.

She would be lying if she said that she was truly confident about this hearing. Since she had been at court, little more than two days, she had heard nothing but rumors of Lucerys’ parentage, which she knew had likely been spread by the Queen. There was every possibility that this trial was simply a chance for Queen Alicent to weaken Rhaenyra’s claim on the throne through her children.

But, it was a settled succession, and even with the Sea Snake’s injury there could be no good reason to challenge it that did not constitute treason. She just had to pray that everyone stuck to their own honor, and all would be well.

Her mother’s vision for a united family became clear when she saw the gown laid out on her bed. She changed quickly, slipping into the fitted black gown and managing to adjust the laces on her own. The dress was made of a thick material with embroidered dragon scales dotting the shoulders. It clung tightly to her hips before spilling out into a wider skirt, and the neckline fell wide on her collar bones. The sleeves were a deep Targaryen red, hanging nearly to her knees. At least she would not have to wear gloves with this gown, and her mother had not provided her with any.

She was running a brush through her hair when there was a knock on her door.

“Come in, Luc!” She called. “I’m nearly done!”

The door opened, but it wasn’t Luc who stepped inside.

“Prince Daemon,” She turned quickly, dropping the brush on her bed. “Is something the matter?”

The Prince was already dressed, Dark Sister hanging at his side, and he had both hands resting on the pommel as he stepped into her room, closing the door behind him. In nine years, Aelinor could not recall ever being alone with him like this. With her father.

He studied her for a long moment, a glimmer of approval in his eyes. “You’re ready, then?”

“I am.” She clasped her hands in front of her, noting how his gaze caught on her injured hand, She resisted the urge to hide it in her sleeve. “May I help you with something?”

He walked slowly around the room, examining the few meager possessions that she had unpacked. “Today is a very important day for your mother and brother.”

“I know that.” She said, turning as he moved. “And I shall do whatever necessary to help them assert their claims.”

“Will you?” He seemed genuinely surprised. “I spoke to your mother this morning. She told me of your…conversation.”

Aelinor crossed her arms. “Give me some credit, Prince Daemon. Whatever point you are trying to make, make it.”

He stopped, his fingers tapping against the pommel of his sword. “You do not call me Father.”

“No, I do not.”

“Why?”

“Do you want me to?” She scoffed, unable to believe that he was the sentimental type.

He tilted his head, considering it. “It would make your mother happy.”

“And I place my mother’s happiness above all else, except in this.” Aelinor said. “Or are we to pretend you were thinking of my happiness, or Luc or Jace’s, when you murdered the man who had raised us.”

Daemon’s lips curled upwards. “There it is. I knew my daughter was in there somewhere.”

“You have two other daughters, Prince Daemon .” Aelinor glared at him. “I think I have made it exceedingly clear how I feel about you. Now, I ask again. What do you want?”

She did not like how he studied her. Her father — because denying that he was her blood was fruitless — often reminded her of a dragon about to seize its prey. He was still, deathly so, and yet his eyes took everything in with frightening speed. And now that focus was trained on her. It should have been terrifying, but some part of her recognized herself in his gaze, and so she stood her ground.

Finally, he reached into the pocket of his tunic. “I have something for you.”

She blinked. “For me?”

“Did you not understand me the first time?” He held out a hand. “Here.”

Against her better judgement, Aelinor held out her hand, letting him drop a small metal object into her palm. It was surprisingly heavy, but when she held it close to her face, she found it to be nothing more than a hair bauble.

“A hairpin?” She said incredulously. Prince Daemon did not seem the type to give frivolous gifts, and yet that was what this was. She lifted it between two fingers. The metal was a steely silver, with the circle of the pin cast with small dragon scales, and the pin itself sharp as a dagger on one end, and shaped as a dragon’s head on the other, with a deep red gem inset as the eye. It was finely made, that was true, but it was still a hairpin.

“Why have you given me this?” She knew it was rude not to thank him, but she found the entire thing so out of character that it was unsettling.

He was quiet again, considering his words before he spoke. “It’s Valyrian steel. That particular piece came over with the Conqueror. If the rumors are to be believed, it was worn by Queen Rhaenys herself.”

“Truly?” Aelinor gasped, holding it up the light. “It is extraordinary.” Lowering it slightly, she looked at her father. “Why?”

There were a thousand questions wrapped up in that one. Why now? Why this? Have you suddenly decided to try and be a father to me?

“It belonged to my mother.” Daemon said finally. “And it should belong to my eldest daughter.”

Her lips parted, something like warmth flooding through her. Princess Alyssa was spoken of like a god in their household, the beloved mother of King Viserys and Prince Daemon who had reportedly been a figure of light and love. To be gifted something of hers…Aelinor was without words.

“I…thank you.” She said quietly. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything,” Daemon said, gripping his sword with one hand. “Wear it. Today. Let everyone see that ours is the line of Old Valyria. Wear it for your mother.”

Aelinor nodded. “I shall.”

Prince Daemon gave a curt nod, and then left without a word.

Aelinor closed her palm of the pin, feeling the metal bite into her skin as she pressed. The pin was sharp enough to puncture flesh. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine this same metal in the hands of Princess Alyssa, or even Queen Rhaenys at the time of the Conquest. She wanted to feel some part of her ancestry sing into her blood through the cold steel.

But at the end, she felt only empty metal, and the only meaning it carried was that of the man who had given it to her. Complicated. Unyielding.

Moving to the large mirror in her chamber, Aelinor swept half of her hair up and away from her face, securing it at the back of her head with the pin. When she turned, the ruby eye glinted through her silver hair.

She searched for her mother’s face in her reflection, for some hint of familiarity. But the more she looked, the more she settled on just how much she looked like her father. What use was it denying that which was so obvious?

“Aelinor?” Her bedroom door crept open. “Are you ready?”

She sighed, turning to Luc with a smile. “Well, heir to Driftmark? Will I do?”

“Aelinor, you…” He stepped inside, taking her hand in his and giving it a squeeze. “You look like a princess.”

“Don’t I always?” She teased.

“Of course you do,” He bumped her to the side as they started to walk out of the room. “I just meant…”

“I know what you meant. “She sighed. “Now, let’s get this over with.”

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As if the entire ordeal weren’t enough of an insult, Princess Rhaenyra and her family were expected to wait in the corridor outside the throne room until it was time for them to be heard. They were forced to stand outside, watching as throngs of nobles made their way into the room ahead of them. Already Aelinor felt a sense of dread building. Whether they achieved the desired result or not, this would be a spectacle. Her family would become a spectacle.

It was enough to have her picking loose threads out of her gown in nervousness.

“You’re going to ruin your beautiful gown, cousin.” Rhaena said.

Aelinor sighed, looking up at her two cousins. “Sorry. I suppose my nerves are getting the better of me.”

Baela reached out to give her arm a squeeze. “With the news of the engagement, surely things must go our way. You should not be so worried.”

“I would not trust that the Hand or the Queen will take your betrothals as enough.” Aelinor said. “They’ve been waiting for this day a long time.”

They all looked to where their parents stood, Rhaenyra pacing back and forth and Daemon tracking her with his eyes, his expression unreadable. She sometimes wondered if Baela and Rhaena knew the truth of her parentage, that her existence meant that their father had been unfaithful to their mother. Sometimes she thought Baela might know, often making a comment about their sisterhood in such a way as to make Aelinor think she knew the truth, but she had not spent enough time with Rhaena to glean whether she knew as well. She did not think either of them would hold it against her, but she also did not want to throw their peculiar family even more out of sorts.

“Speaking of the betrothals,” She said quietly. “My congratulations to you both. I did not have a chance to speak with you last evening.”

“Thank you, Cousin.” Rhaena smiled, but Baela gave Aelinor a look of regret, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

“I am sorry, Aelinor, that it happened that way.” She apologized. “I did not—”

Aelinor shook her head. “I’ve heard enough apologies from my mother, and I know no one wanted me to be surprised in that way. Jace and I were not suited, and I can bear a little court gossip if it guarantees you your happiness.”

She meant it. She loved her cousins, and she loved her brothers, and she truly thought that they were all well matched. If that announcement had come in the form of a breakfast declaration or an intimate family gathering, she likely would have been the first to rejoice. It was only the unfamiliar setting of the ball, and the strangers surrounding her that had dulled her enthusiasm. After having slept on it, she truly was brimming with happiness for her family.

“Think,” Baela grinned. “Now we shall all be sisters.”

They shared a knowing grin, before schooling their faces into something more dignified as more nobles flooded past.

“I’m going to go wait over there,” Aelinor pointed around the corner, where she would be out of view of her family.

“Why?” Rhaena asked. “Hiding from us?”

“Hardly,” Aelinor laughed. “I’m just…waiting for someone.”

The girls let her go, and she stepped around the corner and took a deep breath. She did not want to enter this trial without speaking to Aemond, without getting to the truth of what had happened the night before. Despite what Jace said, she knew that there had to be more to it than a simple insult. There had to be.

Her prayers were answered when Aemond strode around the corner, alone and unaccompanied. His eye settled on her and he nearly skipped a step, before catching himself. She could not read the expression on his face, his lips pressed tightly together and his jaw clenched.

“Aemond,” She said quietly, aware that her family would be able to hear if she spoke any louder. “You’re early.”

“Yes, well.” He clasped both hands behind his back. “What of it?”

Ignoring his curt tone, Aelinor gave him a little smile. He had come early to speak with her, she knew it.

“Is everything alright?” She asked. “Jace came back last night and said—”

“What did he say?” Aemond asked quickly, his eyes meeting hers like a clash of swords.

Aelinor swallowed. “He said that you attacked him. That it had something to do with my honor. But I know that cannot be true.”

Aemond didn’t respond.

“And now he thinks you’re dangerous,” She said. “But you must tell me the truth, so that I can fix this. Had you had too much to drink? Or perhaps—”

“Perhaps what?” Aemond lifted his chin. “Tell me, Lina, what excuse would justify my beating your brother in the dark of the night.”

Aelinor flinched back at his tone, and something in his face softened. “I just…I just want to know, Aemond.”

“And what…” Aemond’s voice was tight, as if he were speaking without breathing. “What if it was for your honor? What if I decided that he had insulted you enough for one evening, and that I would not stand for it? What then?”

She shook her head. “What do you mean, Aemond? I felt no insult.”

“No?” He stepped closer, and she moved away, her back pressing against the cold stone. “You are too generous, then. I am afraid that I am not so willing as to forgive a slight against you.”

“How was I slighted, Aemond?” She demanded. “The announcement was a shock, but it’s not as if Jace stood in front of the court and declared me defective! I am happy for my family. Truly, I am. I was simply unsettled from the crowd and there being so many unfamiliar faces.”

She reached out her hand and touched his upper arm. “I swear, Aemond.”

His jaw ticked. “I don’t believe you. You spoke of returning to Dragonstone. Of fleeing. Because of what they did! You’ve only just returned, how was I to—”

“So Jace was right then?” She asked. “You truly attacked him over me? You hurt my brother?”

“I let him walk away because he was your brother.” Aemond said. “But what of it, Aelinor? Now that you know what I would do for your honor, are you done? Shall you listen to him? Am I too dangerous? Am I a monster?”

Aelinor was shaking her head, trying to understand where this was coming from. “No. No! Aemond. Of course you aren’t a monster! Whoever said that you were?”

He did not answer.

“Aemond, please,” She leaned forward and whispered. “I shall never, ever turn my back on you. You know this. We…we understand each other, don’t we?” She recalled his words the night before, when he had shown her his eye, shouting that he understood her. How could he not tell that it was the same for her?

“Just…let me in.” She begged. “Something has made you unhappy, and I—”

“Brother!” Aegon’s voice carried down the hall, and Aemond jerked out of her grasp. Without looking back, Aemond walked toward his family.

She wanted to go after him, wanted to chase him and demand that he confide in her like he used to. She still did not believe that she had the full story, and she needed to know who had ever told him that he was a monster. That was…that was too cruel to even imagine.

But a hand grabbed her elbow, and then Rhaena was at her side. “Come, Cousin. It is time.”

So with one last longing look over her shoulder, Aelinor went to stand before the Iron Throne.

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Aemond wouldn’t look at her.

It felt like she was nine years old again, standing across from him at Laena Velaryon’s funeral, with him refusing to meet her eyes and her forced to just stand there in dignified silence. Except instead of a funeral on Driftmark, this was a petition before the Iron Throne. And Aelinor wasn’t a child anymore. She understood what the stakes were, and she was determined not to fail Lucerys and her mother.

Keeping her back ramrod straight, she stood at Luc’s side as Ser Vaemond made his petition. Across the way, Alicent stood with her children, all of them looking as if they’d been forced to attend. Aegon was openly yawning and Helaena, who had once been as close to her as a sister, was huddled at his side, as timid as a mouse. Aemond had kept one shoulder angled her way throughout the entire ordeal, as close to turning his back on her as he could come.

All things considered, Ser Vaemond’s case was surprisingly restrained. There were no flying accusations, only a general plea for the preservation of the Velaryon name. Aelinor had imagined hurled insults, perhaps some thinly veiled threats. But it seemed that they were not entirely doomed.

“Princess Rhaenyra, you may now make your case for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.” Otto Hightower spoke down at them from the throne.

Rhaenyra stepped forward, her face composed. Only Aelinor saw the way her hands shook, the only evidence of just how frightened her mother was.

“If I must grace this farce with an answer, I will begin by—”

The doors at the back of the hall opened. Two hundred heads turned toward it, to the two guards swinging apart the massive doors, and to the small man who stood there.

A strangled sound escaped Aelinor’s mouth.

“The King!” One of the guards shouted.

It was her grandfather. Frail, feeble, shuffling forward as if every step pained him, it was King Viserys. A gold mask covered half of his face — the half that she had seen bandaged the night before — and his golden crown rested on his head.

She turned, watching Otto Hightower stumble down from the throne. The Queen’s face was pale as a ghost, one hand held to her chest.

Aelinor let her eyes drift to the side, where she caught Aemond’s gaze. He must have seen something in her eyes, something that moved him, for her gave her a small nod, his mouth tightening in what might have been a smile. But then his gaze was back on the King, following the sea of people as they bowed in his wake.

Sometimes she forgot that Viserys was Aemond’s father too. He had so rarely spoken of him, being raised much more closely by Queen Alicent, learning the types of things only boys could teach from Ser Criston Cole or his older brother. But she wondered if he too felt this shuttering in his heart, seeing the head of their family rise again.

Aelinor dropped before her grandfather reached her, her curtsy taking her down to the floor. The charcoal skirts pooked around her, her chin dipping low as she felt her family follow in her wake. Only when the edges of his cloak had moved past did she rise, watching as her grandfather reached the foot of his throne.

He turned and said something to Otto Hightower, something that had the Hand nodding shakily, and then he started to climb.

Aelinor wanted to run forward, wanted to take his arm and help him as he struggled, but she knew it was not her place. Instead she knotted her sleeves in her firsts, swallowing her cry as he stumbled and his crown clattered to the floor.

But then someone else was there. Prince Daemon. Her father. The King’s brother. And with surprising tenderness, Prince Daemon helped his brother to his seat, before kneeling and setting the crown back atop his head. As he descended the steps, she shared a look with her father, dipping her chin slightly

Silence hung in the air for a long moment, broken only by the King’s labored breathing.

“I must admit…my confusion.” The King said suddenly. “I had thought this matter settled. But surely the only person who can shed some light on the wishes of Lord Corlys…is the Princess Rhaenys.”

The Princess Rhaenys stepped forward, bowing to the King. “My husband has never wavered in his desire to be succeeded by our grandson, Prince Lucerys, and I have ever supported him. Additionally, Princess Rhaenyra and I have just announced the betrothal of her sons, Lucerys and Jacaerys, to my granddaughters, Baela and Rheana, an agreement which we have heartily accepted.”

Aelinor saw the Queen look at the ground, and resisted the urge to grin.

“Well, then the matter is settled, again.” The King spoke slowly. “I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys Velaryon as heir to Driftmark and the Driftwood Throne.”

Aelinor turned to Luc, offering him a smile. They had done it, it was settled. She saw his expression melt in relief.

“You break law, and centuries of tradition, to install your daughter as heir,” Vaemond stepped forward, outrage on his face. “But you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon? No. I will not allow it.”

Aelinor tensed, feeling the room collectively hold his breath. What was he doing? Had the fool gone mad?

“Allow it?” The King hissed. “Do not not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

Let that be it . Aelinor prayed. Please, please let this be it .

But alas, Vaemond did not listen to her prayers.

“That!” He shouted, whirling to point at Luc. “Is no true Velaryon!”

Aelinor stepped forward, pushing Luc behind her. He did not have to stand here and take this abuse, and she was better equipped to handle the fury rolling off their uncle. Over Vaemond’s shoulder, she saw Aemond jerk forward.

“And certainly no nephew of mine.” Vaemond continued.

“Go to your chambers, you have said enough.” Rhaenyra muttered.

But Vaemond remained, his gaze leveled on Aelinor, at the boy who was too tall to hide behind her. Luc’s hand gripped her wrist, and she thought he might be preparing to pull her behind him. What a funny pair they were, an older sister with her big little brother, both of them fighting to protect the other.

Vaemond was still talking. Still ranting, lost completely to madness.

“And gods be damned, I will not see it ended on account of this—” He caught himself.

Aelinor lifted her chin at the same moment she heard her father whisper ‘Say it.”

Vaemond cast his gaze over all of them, presumably deciding whether these were to be his final words. Aelinor saw the exact moment that he chose to accept his fate.

“Her children….” He began. “Are Bastards!”

Everyone gasped.

“And she…and her daughter…are whores.” Vaemond turned to the King, his challenge clear.

Viserys struggled to his feet, drawing a catspaw dagger. “I will have your tongue for that.”

Aelinor was not sure where it came from. One moment she was staring up at her grandfather, waiting for him to declare Vaemond’s life forfeit, and the next there was an unfamiliar whistle through the air, and Daemon’s sword cleaved Vaemond’s head clear in half.

Aelinor jerked back, finding Luc’s arms around her as he pulled her away. She saw Helaena cover her ears, everyone flinching away as the blood sprayed across the marble. Aemond’s hand was on his waist, to where his own sword hung, and she saw the question in his searching look. Are you alright?

She nodded quickly, shrugging out of Luc’s arms, yet staying pressed to his side.

“He can keep his tongue.” Daemon declared, satisfied.

“Seize him!” Otto Hightower cried.

“There is no need.” Daemon sheathed his sword, stepping away from the body.

Alicent stepped forward, her nose wrinkling as she dodged the top of Vaemond’s skull. “There is every need. To bring this kind of…this kind of savagery into this hall. How dare—”

“Enough!” The King shouted, the power in his voice shocking everyone into silence. “This stops now. This ends today.”

“Father?” Rhaenyra said quietly.

“My King?” Alicent turned, both of them standing at the foot of his throne, staring up at him.

Aelinor looked up too, her mouth parting when she found her grandfather’s gaze trained on her. Confusion crinkled her brow, and she did not find her answer before he looked away and addressed the room.

“I have one last announcement,” He declared. “One which shall benefit our House, and the Seven Kingdoms, in blood and in name.” His breathing was quickening, every word a struggle.

“Your Grace?” Alicent was climbing the steps now, concern coloring her voice.

“I announce the betrothal of my granddaughter, Princess Aelinor Velaryon!” The King shouted.

Her mouth dropped open, and she met Aemond’s gaze, seeing horror flooding his face. This could not be happening. Who could she possibly marry? Her grandfather was sick, his mind addled with pain, and yet he would betroth her to…to…

“To my son, Prince Aemond Targaryen.”

The hall descended into chaos.

QUESTION: Do you think Aelinor chooses Team Green or Team Black? I'd love to hear your guesses.

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #game of thrones #lady of the ashes #aemond one eye #daemon targaryen

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kimberlyannharts · 1 month

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LAST TIME ON MMPR: THE RETURN: Twenty years ago the Rangers went through some SHIT that broke up the team and left Kimberly a depressed hot mom. (Oops, spoilers.) So when Trini's niece Selena shows up at her doorstep demanding to become the next Power Ranger, it's the perfect opportunity for her to do some traumadumping.

it's MMPR: The Return #2!

= that's not cranberry and squid juice

= The intentional misdirection of Rita going to get *someone*, and then having her yell for Squatt, is honestly genius

= First of all I love how this book skews darker and more mature but still has elements of classic PR camp like this big villain-ending bomb being called a "Benevolator"

= Second of all I'm glad this book is furthering the implication from the show that Kim does understand Billy's talk perfectly well, it's just that she thinks it's annoying

= [It's Always Sunny jingle] Rita still gets killed

= So according to Matt Hotson in an interview they weren't sure how they were going to get away with this until Nico Leon suggested making the arrow an energy beam, because clear onscreen stabbing is okay as long as there's no blood. All that matters is KIMBERLY GETS TO MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!

= THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN AT THE CLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUB

= and yes they both knew that Kim was pregnant rather than my prediction that she didn't find out until afterwards, which, surprisingly, makes me want to chew glass even more

= Tomberly hug, Tomberly i love you, Tomberly forehead touch, and Tomberly kiss all in rapid succession on the same page but GOD at what cost

= maybe it's because my emotions are running high throughout this whole issue but why did that little "what...?" make me so emotional kjkjkf i guess imagining Zedd of all people saying something with that kind of vulnerable tone, and it being possibly his last word alive, got to me

= BOOM really said "hey, it's been long enough since the last time Kim had to watch Tommy die in front of her, hasn't it"

= the way the issue keeps pushing the fact that they don't know what the Benevolator would do and they don't know what happened exactly is fueling my delusion of Tommy coming back somehow. idk I refuse to let my White Husband/Pink Wife/Green Daughter concept go!!!!!!!!!!!

= Funnily enough, even though the twist calls into question if Sylvia even has a daughter, this is still more thought given to Trini's opinion on her powers being passed on than Once and Always had lol

= Thrax if he served cunt

= so I'm still going to call her Selena because the moon reference is too good and it's really not THAT weird for her to have a normal-ish name considering her mom's name was literally RITA. we just have to give her a cool alliterative surname. Selena Scandola? Selena Sinistra? idk

= [SITCOM CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

= so is it too soon to advocate for Tomberly Daughter/RitaZedd Daughter toxic yuri

#mmpr #mmpr comic #text #mmpr comic spoilers #comic recap #TR 02

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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Dependency Issues - One Shot

A/N: This is softer and is just a little one shot following what @ophelialaufey sent me in my inbox today so thank you. It happens between part 3 and 4 so you can kind of get an idea of their relationship in part 4. Also I crossed out some of the warnings just so you know it doesn't take place in this part but it does in others. Warnings: Dark. Non Con. Dub Con. Incest. Manipulation. Coercive behaviour (at times) Corruption. Full on smut. Dependency Issues. (like reader has some serious issues when it comes to Aegon) Unhealthy relationship. Angst. 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Rhaeneyra mother and non specified father) Word Count: 800

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Aegon could feel how hard he was having you wrapped up in his arms. He thought that it would wear off after a while, not in the way that he wouldn't get hard about you but at least he wouldn't be this aroused at every waking moment. He ignored it, for now, only to slip into the comfort of your presence for the first few minutes of the blossoming morning.

"You're still here?" You asked in that sweet tone that made his stomach flutter.

"It's still early," Aegon grumbled into your neck, nestling his head there under your hair. His arms were locked around your frame, holding your back flush to his chest as if you'd escape at any moment during the night.

"I wish you could stay here forever," you hummed, running your fingers along the skin of his arm. "Right here with me."

Those words made his heart clench, not knowing if you truly meant them but believing them just the same.

"Aegon," you whined, rubbing your ass back against him. You could feel how hard he was, his cock pressed between your ass cheeks. "Please, I need it. Before you have to go."

Aegon didn't need much more instruction, using one of his hands to slide between you as he slipped his cock between your cheeks. He hissed at how wet you already were, your cunt a sopping mess making it so much easier for him to slide into your walls.

"Fuck," you mewled out, cunt still over sensitive from the onslaught it had received the previous night.

A hand was slammed around your mouth, muffling the moans that were forcing their way out of your throat. He even tutted, knowing this wasn't the first time he had to shut you up because you were so loud with him. But he did adore how you sung for him, he only hoped that soon enough he'd have the privacy of hearing those noises without the possibility of being caught.

You twisted your head to look back at him, a small smile adorning your lips as you told him between choked gasps, "I-I love you."

His lips were on yours in an instant, groaning into your mouth in the process. It was cut off short, his hand back around your mouth as he pressed his lips underneath your ear.

"I love you too," he said in a raspy tone, wet eyes cementing the confession into your head.

With each thrust you felt on cloud nine, your walls clenching around him confirming how good he was making you feel. You wanted to tell him all this but even if he took his hand from your mouth, you weren't sure you'd even be able to speak with how intense you were feeling. It was like Aegon perfectly moulded into you as if he was made for you.

"You're so fucking pretty," Aegon hummed in your ear, picking up the pace slightly as he felt a rush of energy. It was the way your eyes looked at him with desperation that always did it, the haze slowly forming as he fucked you into a peaceful abyss. "All for me."

Your own arm reached back, hand wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. You wanted him as close as you could possibly get him at every point of the day when he was around. It was some sort of hunger you felt for him that never seemed to be fully satisfied unless you were passed out underneath him.

"All. Fucking. Mine." He exaggerated every word with a harsh thrust, sinking in deeper than he had before. "You're all mine, right?"

You nodded embarrassingly quickly, eyes now locked with his. Both of you were so close, you could feel how he was throbbing inside of you, slowly dragging his cock in and out as he tried to saviour the moment.

"I'm so fucking close," he panted in your ear, hand gripping your ass cheek as he slammed himself into your walls. "Going to paint those pretty walls of yours. How do you like the sound of that baby?"

He knew what he was doing his words sending you over the edge as your walls fluttered around him. The orgasm was slightly painful, the pain of the last night still lingering there but overall it was consuming. Your eyes squeezed shut, stars doting around your vision as they rolled back into your head. You could feel yourself physically creaming around him, your own cunt begging for him to cum inside you.

And that's what Aegon did. With a deep grunt in your ear, Aegon let go. His cum made you feel full as he spilled into your walls, making sure not to waste a drop. He kept himself buried inside you as you both came down, holding you flush against him once again.

For those few moments you tried to forget where you were, only holding his arms closer to your chest as if hoping to not let him go. But eventually the morning would draw on and he'd have to leave, not knowing exactly when he'd be back.

In the process of writing a part 4 but hope this keeps you all happy.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen imagine #Aegon ii fic #aegon x you #aegon targaryen ii x you

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quitealotofsodapop · 8 months

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So will Jade faced princess ever be mentioned in your au? Since LMK kinda goes "Don't trust history" I like to imagine she was just Red's babysitter and people assumed she was a mistress

Oh man I went down a fox-hole with this. I find her potiential as a character so good for the LMK verse. She could be a villain, an ally, a general, or in my personal fave idea: Ultimate Auntie. (One of my fave interpetations is by @harveylikestoart).

So my idea for Princess Jade Face / Jade Faced Princess / Yu Mian Gongzhu is this:

Birth name is Ruan Yu (soft jade/nephirite), but goes by Jade to her friends, and Auntie to anyone she deems younger than her.

Appearance wise: she's a humanoid fox spirit/Huli-Jing with dark green hair, pale skin, and big green eyes. Loves wearing really old fashioned long-sleeved hanfu that trail behind her (mostly to shield her tails without glamour), and is hyper-feminine. Wears obnoxiously patterned cheongsams while out and about.

Has a "feral" form of an eight-tailed dark green fox. She mostly shifts into this form for comfort. Think of the shapeshifter equivalent of taking off your bra after work.

She's a minor royal of a big family of fox demons. Same family as Jin & Yin's (+ Lin the accountant's) mom actually! She likes visiting them whenever she's in the city.

Knew DBK long before the Brotherhood days. They were childhood best friends in the Underworld who got mistaken for a couple a lot (cus "a guy and a girl can't just be friends" obvs /sarcasm). When PIF came along, Jade was one of DBK's biggest hypemen.

Her dynamic with DBK and PIF is essentially an older Traffic Light Trio, with her as the Mei. Green coded, high energy, and adored mutually by the others.

Because of her chill nature and hyper-fem style, people assume she's dumber than she actually is. She plays up her more "Barbie" qualities when she's tricking people/gaining information.

She's ridiculously good at handling babies and toddlers since she grew up with so many little nieces/nephews/niblings. When baby Red got fussy, a little visit from Auntie Jade immediately perked him up.

Wasn't an "active" member of the Brotherhood back in the day, but was a big supporter and intelligence gatherer. She almost got charged with treason after Sun Wukong's imprisonment, but PIF covered for her - despite their first impressions not being so great. She offically left the Brotherhood after Princess Iron Fan and Demon Bull King's engagement.

Was really sad alongside PIF and DBK when Red Son/Boy got taken to the Southern Seas by Guanyin to rein in his emotions. The "affair" mentioned in JttW wasn't an affair at all, but a human misinterpetation of how DBK was helping out his homie emotionally. Jade never forgave the writer for branding her as DBK's mistress.

Is extremely doting and embarassing to Red Son even when he's an adult. She's practically his second mother. Cheek pinching, calling him "kit", saying that he needs to eat more food, sharing baby photos with his friends etc...

The "Jade" in her name is not only a reference to her dark green hair/fur. Her family are Rock/Earth-type demons. She was so good at handling Red as a baby since fire doesn't bother her as much. She also owns a fox mask made of literal jade that she wore back in the Brotherhood days to hide her identity she thought looked mysterious and dramatic.

Doesn't have an actual spouse or biological kids of her own. She's happy being the best unmarried Auntie she can to all the kids.

Will def appear later in the "Monkey King and the Infant"-verse as Red's fave Auntie. Once PIF has "picked up" (read: kidnapped) Red back from the Southern Seas, Jade is immediately called in for babysitting backup.

She and Macaque became friends again on accident while working at the theatre together. She's part of the costume and makeup department, and it took them a few crossed paths to finally recognise one another. She is def partially to blame for Red's flair for dramatics.

Has a particular grudge against Zhu Bajie for whacking her with the rake. Has a nasty scar that starts on the back of her head down to her shoulder blades from the fight. Was extremely cold towards Pigsy before she realised (very embarassed) that he was just Bajie's decendant.

Initially disliked Sun Wukong when they reunited, but quickly it became clear that the the two's more loud, reckless natures bounced off one another. Are rivals for the title of "Best Babysitter".

Spoils baby MK and the other kids rotten. Doesn't matter if the baby is a mystic monkey, dragon, cat demon, human, or demon bull calf; baby is baby.

Takes an obscene amount of luggage with her no matter where she goes. Is "hairdryer in her purse" kind of prepared.

Yips when she's excited/happy. Also chirps in response to Baby MK's monkey chirping. The language crossover of fox and monkey sounds is surprising.

Voice claim: Diane Morgan/Philomena Cunk. She has a softer British accent compared to her related demon niblings. Red Son may or may not have developed his accent from her.

Gosh I love weird women characters.

#jade faced princess #princess jade face #lmk jade face #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk hcs #does this count as an OC if she's in the og work?#journey to the west #lmk princess iron fan #lmk demon bull king #lmk red son #lmk character ideas #lmk pif #lmk dbk #lmk demon bull family

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dreamcatcher2113 · 1 year

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The Dragon Dance

Summary: What if Rhaenyra had another child? What if Rhaenyra had a daughter with white hair and purple eyes? What if she was betrothed to Aemond as an alliance with Greens?

You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, unlike your brothers you have white hair and purple eyes. You are the twin sister of Jacaerys. You were close with Aemond when you were kids, you two attached to the hip. Ten years later after your family left to Dragonstone, your family reunites with the Greens. You see a familiar face, Aemond Targaryen. Even though it's been years since you last saw him, let's just say you are not the same little girl you were once before.

Warnings: The reader and Jacaerys are aged up, they would be eighteen. Uncle/niece insect. 18+ smut(eventually). Language. Mentions of assault(mainly from Aegon). Violence. And possible other warnings that I can’t think of. There is a happy ending.

Part 19

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The Dragon Dance Part 20:

It’s been two moons, you and Aemond were living happily. You spend your days with your family. Sadly you haven’t been training like you used to, because for some reason you’ve been feeling ill. Some certain smells of food makes your stomach turn, you also noticed that your dresses don’t fit right anymore. Since you have been ill, Aemond has forbidden you to sword train; usually you would fight with him about it, but you’ve been so sick that you didn’t have the energy. Lucky for you that you were well enough to have lunch with your mother, Alicent, and Helaena. It’s been awhile since it was just you ladies. All four of you decided to have lunch in the chambers. Once the food was set on your guys tables, the smell of the meat started to make your stomach turn.

You hold your mouth, trying to keep yourself from throwing up. Alicent, Rhaenyra, and Helaena noticed your action and started to become worried. Rhaenyra immediately asked the servants to take the plate away from.

“Daughter, are you alright? I thought you were feeling better.” Rhaenyra worries about your health.

Once the plate was away from you, you felt your stomach settling. “Don’t worry mother, I am feeling better. I just think I am still sensitive to certain smells.” You give your mother an assuring smile.

“You’ve been throwing up a lot lately. Are you sure you’re feeling alright Y/N?” Helaena asked.

“I’m positive that I am better. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, and I really doubt Aemond would get out of bed if I was still sick.” You answered with a chuckle.

“Has Aemond taken good care of you sweetheart?” Alicent asked.

You nodded your head yes, and smiled. “He has Alicent, he’s been taking really good care of me. You raised him well.”

“You flutter me Princess.” Alicent smiled.

“Is there anything you would like to eat my dear? You must be hungry by now?” Rhaenyra asked.

“Something with apples sounds nice, if you would please mother.” You said.

“Apples?” Helaena asked.

“Yes. I’ve been craving them for a while.” You answered.

Rhaenyra questioned for a bit, but let it go. “Then apples you should have.” She smiled at you, calling for one of the servants for one of the cooks to make you something with apples.

Alicent noticed your appearance had changed, it wasn’t a big change in your appearance. However something about you seemed different to her. It seemed like you were glowing.

“Y/N, if you don’t mind me asking. Have you changed oils or changed anything recently?” Alicent asked.

You took a moment to think about it, you didn’t really change anything. You used the same oils that you have always used. “I have not, I’ve been using the same things that I have always used. Why?” You asked.

“You just seemed to have a glow to you.” Alicent answered, staring very hard. She knows something has changed with you, it’s the tip of her tongue, she just can’t figure out what it is though.

“That reminds me. Mother, can you give me permission to go into town?” You asked.

Rhaenyra quirks her eyebrow in confusion. “For what for my daughter?”

“Lately my dresses haven’t been fitting me lately. It’s getting tougher to lace up the dress.” You answered.

Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Helaena all looked at each other and looked at you. “Y/N, have you noticed something different about you lately?” Helaena asked.

You started to blush a little bit. “I don’t know if it’s appropriate to tell all of you.”

“It’s alright sweet girl, we are all women here. You can tell us.” Rhaenyra reassuring you.

You take a deep breath. “Lately I’ve been having urges for my husband.”

“That’s normal dear.” Alicent said.

“I know. It’s just, they’ve been-” You paused for a moment.” -intense. Like really, really intense.”

“That’s interesting.” Helaena added.

Alicent and Rhaenyra and Helaena looked at each other with big smiles, you looked at them confused. Having no idea what they are silently saying to each other. They all turned back to you and Rhaenyra asked. “Y/N, when’s the last time you bled?”

“Well it's been….I honestly don’t remember.” You answered. You took a moment to think about it. The last time you could remember was before the wedding. Then everything started to click for you. You’ve been getting morning sickness, you’ve been craving apples, your dresses don’t fit, you even have been having intense urges for Aemond, and it’s been two moons since the last time you bled. You put your hand on your stomach and noticed a small bump. You looked at Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Helaena with a big smile on your face.

“Alicent call the maesters.” Rhaenyra said with excitement and with a big smile on her face.

“I’m already on it.” Alicent said with excitement, rushing out of the room to get a servant.

You and Helaena looked at each other with smiles on your faces, holding your stomach. Hoping that you were right with what you four are guessing.

Meanwhile with Aemond

Aemond, Luce and Aegon were training at the training grounds. Well more like Aemond and Luce were training while Aegon was just watching them, and eating an apple. Aemond and Luce were training with swords, and Aemond was instructing Luce what to do. Luce has noticed Aemond’s worry with you, he wasn’t going to lie he was worried about you two. He thought training would help distract Aemond for a bit.

“Are you actually going to train with us brother, or are you going to sit there and do nothing?” Aemond asked, glaring at Aegon.

Aegon took a moment to think. “Nope, I’m good. I would rather watch you two swing swords at each other.” He grinned.

Luce and Aemond rolled their eyes at Aegon, not surprised that he wants to be lazy. They continued their training.

“I’ve been meaning to ask uncle. How is my sister feeling? I haven’t seen her at the training grounds.” Luce asked.

“I think she is feeling better. There are some certain foods that make her fall ill.” Aemond answered. He is really worried about you, he was debating on having you have lunch with your mother, his sister and his mother. You promised him you were feeling better, he couldn’t help but to feel worried about you.

“Did she catch something brother?” Aegon asked.

Aemond shook his no. “No, we don’t think so. She has been craving apples lately.”

“Apples? That’s not unusual for her, but it’s a little odd.” Luce added, Aemond nodded his head in agreement.

“I’ve noticed something about her brother.” Aegon said.

Aemond and Luce stopped their training, and started glaring at Aegon. “Be careful what you say Aegon. That is my wife you are going to be talking about, and his sister.” Aemond warned, and pointed at Luce. While Luce is still glaring at Aegon, clenching his sword.

Aegon puts his hands up in a surrender. “I’m not going to say anything bad about her. That is an easy death wish, and that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean Aegon?” Luce asked.

“I mean, she has a glow to her.” Aegon answered.

Aemond raised his eyebrow in confusion. He has heard Aegon say the craziest things, but this is really random. “A glow?” Aemond asked.

“Yes, a glow. Have you not noticed?” Aegon asked.

Aemond thought about it for a second. Now that he thinks about it, you have been glowing lately. He thought it was just him being memorized by you, he didn’t think anyone else noticed and thought it was just him being in love with his wife.

“Has anything changed between the two of you?” Luce asked.

Aemond shook his head no, but then thought about it. “Well. I guess something has changed.”

“Like what?” Aegon asked.

“I don’t think I should say because you’re here and Y/N is still Luce’s sister.” Aemond answered.

“Please uncle. Maybe we could help her.” Luce pleaded.

Aemond really didn’t want to corrupt Luce, nor did he want to traumatize the poor boy. “Lately Y/N has been having…..urges.” Aemond answered, trying to keep as innocent as possible for Luce.

Aegon however understood immediately knew what Aemond meant, and started chuckling like a hyena. Aemond glared at him, giving Aegon a warning look to shut up. Aegon slowly stopped laughing, whipping the tears that were forming from his eyes. Luce was still confused about what Aemond meant.

“I’m sorry uncle, what do you mean by urges?” Luce asked innocently. Which made Aegon laugh harder, and Aemond face palming. Aemond really didn’t want to explain it to Luce.

“Well. It means-. It means-.” Aemond trying to say the best way possible without ruining Luce’s innocence, and having you kill him for ruining Luce’s innocence.

“It means Y/N has been wanting to fuck Aemond like her life depends on it.” Aegon answered instead, still laughing his ass off.

“Aegon!” Aemond yelled. So much trying to keep Luce’s innocence

Luce’s eye bulged out his eye socket. “Why would you tell me that?!?” He asked. “That is my sister!! I don’t need to know that!”

“You asked.” Aegon said, coming down from laughing too hard.

Aemond sighs in disappointment, and turns to Luce. “That’s the only thing that has changed. Other than that, nothing else.” Luce is still trying to recover what has been told to him.

Aegon started to think a bit, then he remembered something like this happened with Helaena. He feels like he is going to get killed by his brother and his nephew from the question he is going to ask.

“Aemond. When was the last time Y/N bled?” Aegon asked, knowing he is going to die.

Aemond and Luce looked like they were going to kill Aegon. “What in Seven’s Hells do you think you can ask that question uncle?!?” Luce yelled.

“Why are you asking about my wife’s bled cycle brother?!? Do you wish to die?” Aemond hissed. Yep Aegon was going to die today.

“Before you two kill me, I have a theory. I need you to answer the question to confirm it.” Aegon explained.

Aemond gives his brother a questionable look. “I don’t know.” He answered.

Aegon looks at Aemond with disappointment. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” He asked.

“I mean I don’t know. How am I supposed to know that about my wife?” Aemond asked.

“Because you share the same bed with her genius.” Aegon said.

“Well I don’t know because I am not a woman. I don’t know their bled cycle and when it starts.” Aemond getting annoyed with Aegon, and not understanding why you bled cycle is important.

“Okay how about this. Has she bled since your wedding night?” Aegon asked.

Aemond took a moment to think about it, he started to realize that you haven’t bled since the wedding. Which was two moons ago. “No she hasn’t. Why is this important, Aegon?” He asked.

“Yeah Aegon, I feel like you are disrespecting my sister with that question.” Luce glaring at Aegon.

“I promise you two I’m not. Do you two seriously don’t know what is going on with Y/N?” Aegon asked in disbelief that his brother and Luce did not know what’s going on with you. Aemond and Luce look at each other and back at Aegon still confused about what Aegon is getting at.

Aegon sighs in disbelief. “Are you two kidding me right now? The both of you are supposed to be smarter than me. I was drunk the majority of the time, and I remember the symptoms. And that is saying something.”

“Get on with it, Aegon.” Aemond said in annoyance.

“Think about it. Y/N started getting sick from certain foods, craving apples, she’s been glowing, she has been jumping your bones every chance she gets and to top it off she hasn’t bleed in two moons.” Aegon pointed out.

Aemond and Luce took a moment and realized what Aegon was getting at. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. Could you be? Are you really? Not saying anything Luce, Aemond, and Aegon started to leave the training grounds and started to walk into the castle. They ran into a servant, telling them to meet you, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Helaena and Daemon at the family room. Not a second later, they all dashed to the family room. Could you be?

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 1 year

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Hello love, if you are taking requests would you pls write one on Aemond Targaryen x Y/n Targaryen (uncle/ niece) where they are enemies but definitely have a lot of sexual tension between the two. Maybe they have snuck around before and she’s scared of getting caught? Maybe he’s trapped her somewhere and they get into an argument and try to kill eachother but reader makes smartass comments like how it seems as if he’s lost one of his balls instead of his eye or how she prefers her husband to have all of his parts etc) and he starts choking her, realises she’s into it and then gets turned on himself. They end up fucking but it’s very raunchy with lots of choking, dirty talk, hair pulling etc etc

𝖑𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙

it's always been there.

that tension that was followed by contempt.

for as long as you could remember, those emotions have been there.

you were princess rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, perhaps a year older than your brother jace but growing up it was in your nature to protect them. primarily from the rumors and tales, they spun about them.

you were quite a bit like your father, with a defiant nature in you and independent qualities that weren't imagined from you, especially as a woman. but you nor your parents didn't care. it was insignificant.

but no child went unseen or unloved, you had a dragon and managed to bond to the dragon that was meant for you, but rhaena and aemond had not. at least not yet but it was something that you and your brothers made fun of them especially aemond for. in your defense, you were a dense and smug kid who despite the tension between your parents wanted to be liked and be friends with your cousins. but not anymore.

but it didn't matter because aemond got his dragon.

the largest and most powerful in the realm, surprisingly.

but it gave him a boost in confidence, an ego, that he used against you and your cousins as well as your brother's. with cruel words that boiled over into a wild and bloody fight with your brother luke, slicing his eye to get him to stop. from that point on, he changed from a shy and blue boy who just wanted to be liked, to be seen, to a burning red boy with wrath in his gaze, who turned heads, and who was consumed with apathy.

with this change, your relationship only withered and wilted.

your job was protecting your brothers and you wouldn't fail that job.

you were more similar than either of you would admit but you didn't like each other at all. whenever he began to curl his lips into a smirk and poison oozed off his tongue toward your brothers, you stopped it.

'are we bothering you, uncle?' you would give him those fiery eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and not hiding your annoyance or anger behind a pretty smile. you notice how his expression grows sour for a moment before he squints his eye at you, silence once more as he thinks of his words carefully before returning his attention to your brothers.

to not give you the satisfaction of your questions or your words.

you question where did this hatred and sour relationship start?

was it the night your brother luke slashed his eye?

'god must you always long for these petty fights?' you'd exclaim at him, your heart thumping in your chest, and your breaths growing short as you turned to him with such contempt and annoyance. it's ravishing on you.

he can never quite give anyone else the same energy or even care the same amount as he does with making your blood boil and there's pride that swells within him when you finally boil over. knowing he's the only one who can set you off, who can make you tick, and he relishes and savors that pride that swells along with his ego.

it became his favorite hobby.

to drive you irate, to argue with you, to make your life just a little more frustrating.

you have so many questions about him amid your fury.

but it all comes back to where and how did aemond turn out this way?

'oh my god, how pathetic can you be?!' you'd exclaim at him when he manages to land a punch on your brother jace or when he pushes him back onto his feet, grinning like his shit doesn't stink. happened on your name day. before you could even open your gifts or eat your tasty cake.

he drove you crazy and you hated it.

he made you vulnerable to your emotions and becoming heir to the throne you have to be as strong as you can be to take on such a heavy position.

was it because of your grandsire? his father? he clearly ignored him and seemed to only share his love and care with your mother and her children.

'you need to leave us alone … or i swear to the seven heavens that i will be a fucking problem for you? do you want that?' you'd hiss at him, leaning in close to his face, you wanted him to feel all the anger and to truly just let whatever your relationship had become die. let it wither.

even with your witty retorts and ways of making his blood boil like no other, something was captivating about these fights.

but he didn't care. he just curled his lips into a smirk before leaning in closer and saying something that set you off entirely. it led to you smacking him with the back of your hand. as a response he pushed you up against the wall, now steaming with rage at the stinging sensation spreading across his cheek and he gazed into your eyes like he searching for your soul. the rhythm of your hearts beating erratically become a song.

his steals your lips in a sudden and hungry kiss, vulnerable to the heat boiling in his stomach and to his very human urges.

you wish you could say that you weren't weak to these urges.

but it ripened into an addiction.

you couldn't stop yourself from missing and aching for him, especially with how he made you feel. you can't understand what lured you into his arms, what left you still returning for the thrill he gave you and dealing with the shame that consumed and destroyed you after.

maybe you were like magnets? bound to each other. connected.

but you vowed to stop when you almost got caught last time, his hips slamming into you, your moans and heavy breaths echoing down the halls, it was a knight questioning if you were alright. then fear began.

seeped into you and you began evading aemond in worry of your life being ruined. he notices it, noticed how his days have grown dull without you around and swore to find you once more and find out what's wrong with you.

'may i be excused? i'm not feeling well …' you request from alicent, as she finishes her glass of wine, she lets out a sigh before answering. alicent has never really shared the same kindness towards you that she has for characters such as sir criston cole. you could sense her bitterness towards you, wearing it like perfume, and you can't blame her for it.

'yes, you may.' she answers, a frown on her lips as she returns her attention to her food. you can sense his eye on you, watching as you leave the room, he had been eyeing you throughout dinner, you had been waiting for him to start something but he remained quiet.

the thing was despite aemond's temper that could flare up in certain moments, he wasn't an idiot. he knew upsetting you could drive you away. so he remained quiet, many questions ran wild through his head and he knows he'll have to ask you later on at least before he grows impatient.

'i think i ought to rest …' you whisper, even forcing out a yawn before leaving the room, you just wanted to get away from aemond before something happened that you couldn't turn back from. it's silent at the dinner table once more, his nephews sit there, thanking the gods for a peaceful dinner. it was a bit unusual but they didn't think too hard about it.

he doesn't wait 5 minutes before he's thinking about following after you.

he can't wait until you're in your room, you may lock him out, and besides, he needed to be somewhere private with you. somewhere curious eyes won't wander.

'mother … may i be excused?' he requests from his mother, her eyes widen slightly at his request too soon after, holding her wine glass, she's questioning if it's something happening between you two.

she wasn't naive to the anger and contempt you shared for one another, however, she rarely if ever got involved in those arguments as it simply was a waste of time trying to get your relationship to flourish.

'what for, aemond?' she questions, cup in front of her, and brown eyes curious as to what was his reasonings for leaving the table. he makes sure to not make any sudden reactions, he answers as though nothing's happening.

' … it's just that i'm not hungry anymore' he answers, getting up from his chair and abandoning his meal in search of you, just as he can exit the room, his mother begins to speak once again.

'it's not an excuse to just leave, aemond …' she exclaims, expression shifting into that of doubt, aemond's cursing in his mind, before turning his body in his mother's direction. he keeps himself collected and calm and manages to come up with an answer, a sufficient one.

'i want to catch up on my studies, mother …' he responds calmly, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm.

'fine. … you may be excused …' she sighs, deciding that it's not worth her time to worry about what you two may be up to. besides she knew her son, aemond was incredibly different than aegon, less depraved. or at least that's what she thought of him.

it wasn't too hard to locate you, he had to listen to the whisper and murmurs along with the taps of your shoes. he followed behind, making sure not to notify you of his presence, you completely avoided your room in favor of somewhere with wine. somewhere you could think about your mistakes and drown in your worries and anxiety, maybe you were hoping to get drunk enough to forget it.

then you catch the sound.

slow and patient footsteps behind you, and your eyes widen for a moment before your blood began to boil and all you could do is scream curses in your mind.

he's everywhere you go.

and you fucking hate it.

'… what do you want, aemond?' you exclaim, loud enough for him to hear you and you stop all movement in your legs, you try to keep everything beneath the surface. you try not to let everything out.

but it's so tempting to let everything boil over.

there's an annoyed sigh that exits his lips, he walks to meet you up ahead, and all you can do is seethe and worry about the bubbling sensation of shame and worry that's doing nothing but consume you.

'why must you ignore me? … things were … swell …' he whispers in your ear as you both walk together, one hand on your wrist as he gets in your personal space, making sure that you hear every word that exits his lips.

you want to fight out of his grasp but don't want to draw attention to yourself as if aemond doesn't do that already. your face scrunches up, eyebrows furrowed, and a frown resting on your lips.

how selfish must he prove himself to be?

'must i treat you like a child? … things were not swell or good ever.' you hiss, trying to keep your voice down as you yank your wrist out of his grasp, showing nothing but a bittersweet expression. you both make a turn down a dark hallway, making sure that your steps are light and soft, and mindful of every sound. you hated creeping around the castle, especially with aemond who cared of no one's thoughts beside his mother's.

'must i spell everything out for you? … we gave each other pleasure. … you enjoyed it, i enjoyed it … i question where lies the problem' he murmurs, he remains calm and collected but he doesn't know how long he can remain that way. he's behind you, hands behind his back, and face slightly leaning towards your ear. you hated the way the hair on your neck stood tall with every whispered word and how tingles ran up your spine.

you shoot him another glare and your nostrils flare, and it's boiling and bubbling up again, those feelings of yours and you so desperately wish you wouldn't give a damn. but you weren't born that way.

the hallway is dim with little lighting and the walls become stone, with no windows, and certainly feels isolated which was perfect for this "moment".

'i wish we hadn't …! do you know that? that i don't like how i feel after said pleasure.' you exclaim, no longer having the patience to whisper, your eyes burning, and shame ringing clear after every word. he lets out another agitated sigh, following behind you as you come across a wooden door and the aroma of grapes began to quickly fill your nostrils.

you wish he would at least be worried or concerned if someone would find out about your little affairs that could grow into something bigger than it needed to be.

'hmm … all because of a feeling?' he questions, expression shifting into that of confusion which drove you up a wall and made you think he quite literally has no feelings. shutting the door behind him, your eyes wander to find barrels and casks of wine surrounding you and a table in the middle.

'look i'm not like you, asshole …! i feel things, and besides what happens if we get caught? what happens then, huh?' you exclaim, poking him in the same rhythm as your burn a hole into his eyes, your gaze is nothing short of intense and vigorous and he detests seeing that look in your eyes.

but he also can't help the fluttering sensation in his stomach or how he admires how well you can make his blood boil, how only you can get under his skin.

but he doesn't care what people think. he's aemond targaryen, a prince, second-in-line to the throne, a son of the king.

he knows the power he yields and he knows that if anything less than polite exits anyone's lips about the son of the king, they'll be taken care of.

'who gives a shit? i'm a prince, you are the daughter of a princess … daughter of a beloved princess and you're worried about words?' he scoffs after the words roll off his tongue, an icy glare he shares for no one but you. wearing your anger and contempt as natural as your undergarments, glaring into each other's eyes with contempt, you're tempted to throw the bottle of wine at him to shut him up.

then you hear a lock turning and your eyes widen, his lips curl into an even wider grin as you know that you are now locked in this wine cellar with the worst person you've ever met.

you move in closer towards him, in his face, fuming, and ready to tear him from limb to limb.

'what the fuck are you doing?! you can't keep doing this and expecting to still have me!' you exclaim, voice ringing with fury and rage, your hands forming into tight fists once more. your nails begin to dig into your skin, hard enough to begin to draw blood. he swallows, eye wide and glare frozen with wrath and contempt as it hurt more than you comprehend.

you never knew what it was like to not be wanted or still loved even though you were broken. you were loved despite how ugly you were.

'you wanted me and i dare you to try and pretend as though you didn't enjoy every inch of my cock.' he snarled, leaning in even closer, you're not phased, or at least you pretend not to be but every word now drove you irate.

pushing him up against the wooden door, you make sure he hears every word you want him to hear.

'you know you're a disgusting pathetic shit beneath your clock of fucking mystery and honor. nothing but disgusting and pathetic, you are.' you spat at him, breaths heavy and full, coming in as quick as you can and all you can do is keep him up against the wall. if you could you'd keep him there forever. you hated him but there's a question in the back of your mind asking why you even entertain him if you hate him so much.

you cannot bear to answer it.

neither in your mind nor out loud.

is that why you hate him?

' call me pathetic if you must but … from the moment we had fucked our relationship changed significantly. even then you should be so thankful … no man would ever desire a lady so liberated and so … so very slutty.' he taunted you, grinning like a cat as you could do nothing but react to his words and how diminishing they felt to you. he knew that it would hurt you and he didn't care, if anything he snickered, and everything boiled over.

you wanted to hurt him as he hurts you.

like how he hurt your brothers.

nothing mattered now but getting a reaction from him.

'fuck you. … don't you know i prefer my men to have all parts of them. how much of a hypocrite must you be … i doubt a woman wants to be wedded to a half-man' you smirk, grinning as you push him even more into the door, you watch as one side of his lip twitches and he demands every breath in him and it's moments without another word.

so consumed and filled with a fierce animosity that cannot be defined.

then you're suddenly being driven into the table behind you, stealing the breath from your lips, as you begin to push back on him, both of you now breathing heavily and glaring daggers at one another. as you try to push on his torso, he wraps his hands around your throat, halting your movement swiftly after. he's lightly squeezing your throat, you find your contempt and hatred begin to fade away, transforming into that of desire.

he watches as your cheeks swiftly flush darker shades of red, just as red as the wine that surrounds you, and your stomach begins to surge with heat and arousal that seeps out of you uncontrollably.

the fire in your eyes is no longer burning with contempt but lust and ardor. he sees it and quickly enough his wrath and anger melt away.

all you could think about was how much you hated how he made you feel.

but it didn't stop you from embracing him as his lips collided with yours, you melt into the kiss, vulnerable and helpless against your arousal and the ache that burned so intensely through your being. he's in between your legs now, tongue parting your lips apart, and your tongues become entangled in one another, leaving you tingling and hungry for more of the pleasure. he's groaning against your lips, sharply taking in a breath, as you take control of the kiss, leaving his lips for a moment just to return to them and devour them as if they were yours and yours alone.

wrapping his hands around your waist, he lifts you onto the table, placing you there and stealing your lips once again in an intense kiss, your body aching and begging for this arousal that's boiling inside of you to be released.

you could never deny or hold off on that need.

leaving your lips, he tears off your shirt with ease and all you can do is think about the heat in your stomach and the arousal in your cunt. you rush to get his shirt off, unbuttoning it sloppily and quickly, desperate to have him naked and inside you quickly. but unlike other times devouring each other, licking and tasting one another, you see nothing but the urge to be inside of you, to drive the point home that you are weak to him.

weak to his control.

weak to him.

he's unzipping his leather pants and releasing his cock, it's a familiar sight that leaves your undergarments wet with your arousal and aches for it, inside of you, in your mouth, you just need his cock. it's leaking with pre-cum already, long and slender, curved slightly at the top, and complete with a slightly rosy head as a result of the blood flowing down there.

he notices you staring and curls his lips into a devilish grin, relishing in his control, and closes the space between you with his hands wrapped around your throat again and all you can do is gasp and shudder at the sensations. hands clutching at his wrist as you are being driven into the middle of the table, your back against it, as he presses his hard throbbing cock against you, making sure that you feel what you have done to him,

just for this night.

'just a filthy little slut aren't you? you can't even be honest and admit your cunt loves me …' he purrs, leaning over you, cock throbbing at the sight of your expression as he lightly squeezes your throat, your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and low gasps of his name. his grin grows wider as he lets you go, afraid of what will happen when your face begins to turn blue. heavy breaths exit your lips as you lie on the table, he's swift to get your pants off you.

wrapping his hand around your throat once more to bring you up to meet his eyes, he slides his fingers in between your soaked folds, earning a gasp from you at the pleasure that travels through your stomach engulfed in heat. all she can think of is the pressure against her throat, her breaths short and swift, she's forced to gaze into his eyes and confront the desire and depravity that she's tried to keep in the shadows. his fingers move swiftly in and out of her, soaking his fingers in her transparent fluids, and drawing out gasps and whines from her pretty little lips.

she even spreads her legs wider for him, eyes fluttering closed as he pries gasps and moans from her lips, knuckles deep inside of her soaked cunt, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her that causes her hips to twitch and tremble.

'mmh … fuck … fuck … give it to me … give me more …' you beg and gasp, now rocking your hips against the swift movements of his fingers, waves, and waves of rigorous ecstasy enveloping you. then he squeezes even harder, picking up the pace and prying moans and gasps of his name from you. all you can do is clutch the ends of the table and desperately try to meet the swift movements of his fingers, all you can do is derive ecstasy from this pain and pleasure that he gives you.

'fuck~! i-i'm so close! give me r-release!' was all that you asked of him, thighs trembling, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, as moans roll off your tongue from the waves of pleasure that he brings you. before you even realize it, he removes his fingers from your soaked needy cunt, not before drawing a yelp from your lips as he slapped your cunt. the side of his lips twitching in a smirk as he does it again, watching your body and thighs tremble and he's relishing how easily he can control you now.

that he's the one who can grant you pain and pleasure and that only he can give either of those things to you. that in the end, you're weak to your desires and lust for him and his cock alone.

'hmm … such a greedy whore, aren't you? … who do you think you are to beg for me to give you release? only i alone can grant you that … and i don't think you've deserved it.' he purrs, ending his words with a hum, eyes never leaving your gaze, he spins you around, quickly coming up behind you with the rosy head of his hardened cock in between your folds. your glossy eyes land on the countless barrels on the wall, hardened cock in his grip as he drags the head in between your soaked folds and realized how truly wet you were, dripping like water, and so hot. all he can think of is how it is his, that he did all that to you, and that

'so fucking wet for me, aren't you, whore?' he purrs in your ear, hot breath causing your body to shudder against him, he continues to drag it out entirely, slowly dragging his cock in between your folds. you shut your eyes when the foul word rolls off of his tongue and assumed it's better not to respond. then he smacks your ass, causing your body to jerk at the sudden stinging sensation that spread across your ass, your eyes slightly wide as you cannot bear to think of how dishonorable this is.

from your desires hidden deep within the shadows of how you ached to be used, treated like nothing, and having your control completely stolen from you. then he does it again, this smack stings even more, and then you grit your teeth, trying to focus on everything at once. the teasing he's doing to you when all you want is his cock pounding into you, and the words that strike shame and arousal into you, and the world outside of it.

' … shut up …' you whisper, before being pulled back towards him, your back pressed against his chest as he firmly grasps a handful of your hair, lips right by your ears as a low rumbling chuckle exits his throat.

'still trying to fix your lips to talk back to me, huh?' he whispers, taunting and displaying the control he has over you because you lack control of your urges and of your lust. all you want now is for him to fuck you. badly.

then he swiftly drives his hips in between your soaked folds, drawing out a breathless moan that leaves you twitching and trembling against him, he fills you deeply and sincerely, places you haven't even reached with your fingers. he hums against your skin, in quiet awe of how tight your walls are, sucking him in and enveloping his cock completely, then his hand moves from your hair back to your discolored neck. your eyes flutter at the sensation of his lengthy hardened cock inside of you, buried in you.

then he begins to snap his hips into you, it's not quick or swift but it's hard and uncaring, he drags his hips slowly in and out just to hit that spot deep inside of you as hard as he can. that bundle of nerves being continuously struck sends waves of euphoria through you, it's hot and relentless, leaving you whimpering and whining his name once more. his grasp remains for moments longer just before you're over the table, gasps, and whimpers being pried from your lips. he grunts behind you, unable to remain silent or keep his composure due to your tight soaking cunt.

' … i know who and what you are … you're just a dirty whore who thrives off of pain and pleasure. you're just a whore who should know her place beneath me.' he chuckles, grinning and smirking widely with pride as he swiftly drives his hips in and out of you, heavy breaths exiting his lips and his nails driving in your hips. there's a few chuckles here and there when he can catch his breath before a deep groan slips from his lips, his eyes flutter closed as he lets the waves of ecstasy wash over him again and again. now he's yanking you in his direction, holding you there with a tight fist, as he snaps his hips into you, lips curling into a thick smile at the whines and moans that fall from your lips so erotically.

he takes your earlobe in between his teeth, lightly sinking them into the tender flesh, he draws a gasp from you at the new sensation. his heavy breaths and low groans echo through your ears, a tingling sensation traveling up your spine at the sound. you squeeze your eyes tightly, gasping and shuddering at how deep he is, how fast he's going, and it all made you feel a frenzy of things. then he smacks your ass swiftly causing you to jump against him, skin stinging something awful as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

god, it was so bad.

but felt so good.

'i want you to admit it … that you're nothing but a slut who aches and thrives upon the pain and pleasure i bring her.' he purrs in your ear, your stomach becoming tight like a fist as he only pushed you to see how much of a hypocrite you were. then there's a low rumbling laugh that exits his lips, he begins to roll his hips rather than snap them into you, compelling you to do as he asked or you may not get to finish.

he listens to the long whine that leaves your lips, right before his name rolls off your tongue in a series of low begs and whines, but all he wanted now was to hear that you are everything he presumes you are.

'p-please aemond …~!' you whine desperately, grinding your hips against his cock, desperation quickly fills you just as he once did, especially when you were so close to finishing. you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, frustrated once you realize that you would have to obey him. that you would have to suck up your pride because you are so desperate to have that earth-shattering orgasm. then he removes his cock from you entirely, eye moving down to the fluids in between your thighs, soaking them, your thighs trembling, and now he knows how desperate you are for him again.

he turns you around in his direction, forcing you to meet his gaze, to meet his prideful gaze that speaks louder than his words, fingers wrapped around your throat once as he leans in closer to your face. your body trembling as he slides his fingers in between your thighs, taking his time before he reaches your throbbing clit. holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut, he squeezes the sides of your throat, urging you to say it.

'i won't tell you again … admit it …~' he purrs, fingers moving in tauntingly slow circles around your all too sensitive clit, and finally you decide to swallow your pride and give him what he wants. it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue and your stomach churning at what he's doing to you.

you love it, crave it, and live for it.

but all it does is make you weak and leave wallowing in your guilt.

'i'm a … fuck … i'm a w-whore~!' you say meeting his eye, your eyes glossy and soft as you look up at him, he senses how the energy has changed within you, completely submissive and dependent on him giving you an orgasm. you watch as his lips twitch before curling into a long smile, then he wraps his hands around your waist putting you in the middle of the table. he swiftly moves in between your legs and spreads them wider, then he drives his hips back into you, a sudden gasp exiting his lips as he is still getting used to how utterly wet your cunt is. he leans over you, wide eye gazing down at you with pride that clouds them.

god, he didn't know how much you loathed him.

'that's all i wanted from you. i shall reward you for such … obedience~.' he purrs, rolling his hips inside of you, low groans and gasps rolling off your tongue, slow waves of bliss traveling through your stomach. his hands wrapped around your thighs as the table jerks and moves with each thrust of his hips along with his. whining and writhing beneath him, his name leaving your lips again and again, as he gives you nothing but bliss and at the same time it feels all like so much. your entire body's tingling and throbbing because of him. he begins to snap his hips into you, your walls sucking him like a vortex, fluttering and throbbing around his cock, and he's desperate to not come inside you so quick.

his lips tremble as he closes the space between you, now skin to skin, he's buried his face into the crook of your neck, and he's groaning in bliss, drowning in the same ecstasy as he gives you. sucking and nibbling against your skin, you gasp his name, embracing him with a need for closeness. he keeps lightly hitting that sweet spot in your core, drawing screams from your trembling lips at the ecstasy that sparks throughout your entire being. obscene wet sounds echo through the room, it's enough to make your cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, you keep him close and for this moment all you want is him and him alone.

'fuck~!' you gasp, hands clutching fistfuls of his hair, his hips now cruelly snap within you with heaviness, each thrust of his hips deals a great deal of bliss that leaves your body trembling and fluttering beneath you. especially your thighs, you notice his groans turn into soft gasps, forehead pressed against yours as his hands move up to your neck, your nails dig into his smooth skin, heavy breaths and wanton moans fleeing from your lips. the knot in your stomach grows ever so tight and your heartbeats grow heavier, relentless waves of ecstasy wash over you again and again. you throw your head back, eyes squeezed tight and your eyelashes become damp with your tears, and everything's just bursting.

he squeezes the sides of your neck, focusing on speed, he drives his hips into you at a swift speed, so swift, and his lips slowly open wider as he's overwhelmed with the wet heat that engulfs his cock entirely. he's gasping softly and shutting his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth as his stomach grows tight with heat and all he wants is for that feeling to disappear. to be replaced with a sensation of pure euphoria.

'i'm c-close~! oh, aemond! give it to me~! fuck!' you whine, your thighs trembling erratically as it all comes undone, your words become stuttered and incomprehensible as your orgasm demolishes you, engulfing you in its effects. you hold onto him so tight and he's all that matters right now.

'i'm close … come with me … come on my cock with me … oh~!' he's gasping and panting against your sweaty skin, his cock throbbing inside of you as he comes inside of you. it's hot and plenty and you both spend these moments enamored by the feelings that flee you just as quickly as it came. there are no words once the spell wears off, he gets off of you, quickly putting his pants on and getting clothed, you watch him with bittersweet eyes. there's a dirty feeling that swiftly replaces the bliss that once engulfed you, he leaves with no words but you catch a glimpse of his lips curling into a smirk. there's a sigh that leaves your lips once you're alone, naked and feeling less than how you began.

you still hated him.

just a little less.

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