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alysrivrs · 9 months

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❛ ♡. gif credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ vampire!aemond intends to keep you—his blood singer.

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: i hope y’all are ready for this one—i tried making it a bit more darker, but aemond is still… pussy whipped, even though he wants to kill you, lol. also, i shall try (hopefully) to make a second version of this where aemond fucks & impregnates the reader—promise. anyways, reblogs & comments are deeply appreciated ! thank u. ♡

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mdni, smut (not really), noncon & suggestive themes, dark!aemond, petite!reader, profanity, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, size kink, innocence kink, compulsion, manipulation, sexual tension, possessive & obsessive behavior, blood drinking, breeding kink, talks of forced pregnancy, pet names, dark romance, fluff—any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇: this is dedicated to my lovely friend, @arcielee. i hope you like it & enjoy reading it, love !

w𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.2k

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃—𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃… 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

his precious, little blood singer.

“come here, darling,” he purred, his voice seductive and sickeningly sweet as he followed after you, his gait a slow, but purposeful prowl—almost like he was hunting you down as his next prey.

“n-no, no! you just want to kill me,” you wailed over your shoulder, completely hysterical and running down a spiral staircase in the red keep—your little feet softly pattering against the flagstones.

aemond sighed.

“don’t you trust me, my beloved? i shall never hurt you, i promise—‘twas only a suggestion,” he comments lightly, strolling casually down the long staircase behind you, hearing your little heart fluttering inside of your chest from anxiety and fear.

hmm, the perfect mix.

aemond licked his lips, hungry for you.

huffing softly, he continued following after you effortlessly, causing his cock to harden in his black leather breeches, as well as his sharp fangs to ache within his sore gums with desperation—a need to feed.

from you.

aemond purred, hearing your blood pumping through your heart as you tried—oh, so adorably, did you try running away from him yet again (‘twas a normal occurrence), your skin dewy and flushed from the exertion.

perfection, aemond thought to himself.

in a strange sense, he almost felt sorry for you—his shy, but sweet girl.

suddenly, the one-eyed prince appeared right in front of you, making you shriek in horror and halt abruptly—otherwise, you would’ve slammed right into his lean, hard-muscled chest.

“my love, do not run from me—don’t you see how much your resistance hurts me?” he frowned, reaching up with one of his big, veiny hands to gently twirl a lock of your luscious hair around one of his long index fingers—before he bent his knees slightly to lean his face down to your shorter level.

his sharp, prominent nose grazed the delicate skin of your neck, feeling intoxicated by your sweet scent as he smelled you, feeling you flinch.

aemond smirked, clearly getting off by your fear.

after another long moment of just smelling your soft, smooth skin—aemond cursed.

he wanted nothing more than to take you back to his chambers, get you into his bed and position you into the mating press, before biting your neck as he spilled his seed deeply inside of your tight, wet cunt—while he continuously drank your addicting blood until you passed out beneath him.

aemond relished that you were so short and small compared to him—he practically towered over your petite frame, making his loins ache terribly with the need to fuck you—hard and fast, almost like an animal in heat.

what the fuck was happening to him?

how… did you—this shy, innocent girl, captivate him so much, making his mind feel as if he were going completely insane with the need to have you, to taste you, to spill his seed inside of your womb until your belly swelled with his son.

somedays, he swore to the seven above that you were the one compelling him.

you whimpered, looking up at him pleadingly, your pretty eyes wet with unshed tears and your plump, kissable lips quivering.

“my sweet love,” aemond murmured, speaking mostly to himself as he tilted his head from your delectable neck, his nose now nuzzling yours—affectionately.

still, he ignored your pathetic pleas—you belonged to him, there was no escape now that he has caught you.

aemond smiled—all sharp, dangerous, and cruel.

the prince deeply inhaled, groaning lowly to himself as he took in your mouthwatering scent yet again—so close, your pulse was beating wildly and driving him nearly insane.

to him, you smelled heavenly—like lavender oils, vanilla, sweet and ripe for the taking.

surely, you would be aemond’s greatest damnation, if only he were not already cursed by this hellish existence of immortality—no thanks to his ex lover, alys rivers.

however, now he had you.

for his own twisted, selfish reasons (which he didn’t even understand, no human girl had ever captivated him the way you had), did he eventually decide he’d keep you—at least for a little while.

your blood—fuck, it smelled and tasted so delicious, as if he were a god feasting on the finest ambrosia. “now, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” he cooed mockingly, his violet eye flashing in amusement as you shuddered like a little lamb before him.

unknowingly, aemond had been feeding off of you for months—nearly a year.

it had seemed, that even with his compulsion over you, his charms also had a great effect on your innocent, naïve mind.

aemond chuckled softly, the black veins underneath his natural one-eye appearing, his fangs protruding out of his gums—he couldn’t control himself around you any longer.

he had to taste you—now.

…and forever.

leaning down once again near your neck, aemond wrapped his lean, strong arms around your trembling frame, tugging you closer towards him until you were snuggly pressed up against his tall, lithe frame.

mine, mine, mine.

“do not worry, my sweet girl—you will enjoy this, as you’ve always had,” he teased, before quickly leaning down and sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck, making you screech with pleasure.

you cried out, your petite frame falling limp in his strong arms, your head falling to the side as your eyes grew heavy, long lashes fluttering as more and more blood was taken from you.

somewhere, deep in your subconscious, you were grateful that aemond was able to hold you up so effortlessly—however, it still left a bitter taste in your mouth for the reason why he was holding you up in the first place.

tears spilled from your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks, your head beginning to feel fuzzy and your body felt numb—yet you also felt this indescribable feeling of euphoria, barely feeling the prince continuing to drink from you—hungry and greedy.

after several more moments, aemond pulled back, licking a tiny drop of crimson from the corner of his plush, curved mouth, smirking down at your vulnerable state.

“see? my darling girl, ‘twas not so bad,” he mused, gently reaching up with one of his calloused hands to gently cup one of your wet cheeks, the pad of his thumb wiping away a few tears.

you nodded slowly, obedient and pliant in his grasp, letting him do what ever he wanted with you.

“soon,” he began, his voice a sweet whisper, “you’ll be carrying my son in your womb—wouldn’t you like that, sweet thing?”

“y-yes, aemond—b-but i d-don’t think…” you started, your voice small and meek—only to be cut off with a bruising, passionate kiss, feeling aemond’s hands reach down to cup and squeeze your plump, little ass through the sapphire blue gown he compelled you to wear, in honor of him.

“shhh,” he hushed, his gaze intense and dangerous—almost like a warning.

his swollen, bloody lips brushed against yours, forcing you to taste the metallic taste of your own blood on his lips. “you needn’t worry about a thing, darling,” he continued in that same tone of voice—sickeningly sweet, charming and sadistic all at once.

“i shall take care of you, as i always have,” he promised, sweet and innocent.

but you knew better—still, you obeyed and kept quiet, like a docile doll.

then, his left sapphire eye gleamed menacingly, his violet eye trained on the side of your neck, his pupil dilated and observing as two, little streams of blood seeped out of the tiny, punctured holes in your neck, due to his bite—his one-eye sharp, piercing, and hungry as he looked at you.

“cantante,” aemond hissed, before your world turned black.

fin

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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A Means to a Peaceful Holiday

A/N: Very much based on this. I went into so much detail with this one and have decided this will be a mini series sort of. Like each part connects but it's also smut with no plot so there will be no conclusion. Anyway this is pure filth but I think some of my better writing. At the start they are horrible to each other. It is supposed to be a back and forth thing not just one person being bullied. A mutual hatred. Also I don't know why I love modern holiday AUs, literally my favourite thing. Also, I've swapped ages so Aemond would be second oldest. Warnings: Dub con. Non con. (The reader takes enjoyment in it.) Incest. Degradation. Throat f*cking, oral (m and f receiving). P in v sex. Praising. Crying (slight). Over stimulation. Mention of somnophilia. (I hope i covered everything.) 18+ MDNI Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon! (Strong) Reader x Aemond Targaryen Word count: 4.6k

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"Fucking creep," Jace hissed, under his breath.

Your lips twitched up into a knowing smirk as you side eyed your younger brother. You took your seat next to him at the table, following his eye sight.

Of course, he was glaring at your Uncle Aemond, who was pouring himself a glass of wine. Aemond could feel the stare, gripping his wine glass tightly as he quipped, "Something wrong with your eye sight, nephew?"

"No," Jace snickered, taking a sip of his own drink. He leaned into towards you, whispering so only you could here. "But there's something wrong with his."

You bit down on your lip, trying to stifle your laughs as you looked over to Aemond.

From the other table, the parents were watching. How could they not, when this had been a constant problem since the first week of vacation. Constant bickering and insults being thrown, even full on fights being blown out at times. The whole situation was driving the parents to insanity.

"Jace and Y/N cut it out," Rhaneyera seethed, glaring at the pair of you. "Not tonight."

"What?" You giggled, shrugging your shoulders. "I didn't even say anything."

A few more seconds passed, the parents falling back into conversation.

Each end of the table glared at each other, only Rhaena and Halaena trying to keep the peace.

You grabbed your glass, taking another sip of wine only to find it empty. You stood up from your seat and sauntered over to the other side of the table. You grabbed the bottle of wine, only for Aemond to grab it holding it to the table.

"Can't share, Uncle?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He let go of the bottle allowing you to pick it up and pour yourself a drink. Your tone was mocking as you shoved on the fake sweetness. "Thank you."

"I think you and your brother might of had a little too much to drink," Aegon pointed out, smiling up at you.

"You'd know all about that." You waltzed back to the other end of the table, slipping back into your seat.

"I'm just saying-"

Jace sharply cut Aegon off as he sneered at him. "Wait wasn't it you that had to be dragged out of a bush the other day, after passing out in your own vomit. Or am I thinking of someone else?"

You slapped a hand over your mouth, laugh pouring out of you. Luke was now joining in, practically choking on his food as he tried to keep it down.

"Fucking bastards," Aegon muttered, glaring down at his hands as they played with the table cloth.

Aemond's head perked up, leaning back in his seat. For once he wasn't the person to make the nasty comments after being riled up. This time he could watch the chaos unfold.

"What did you just fucking say?" You voice grew louder as you turned into a scowl.

"Want me to say it to your face, niece?" Aegon chuckled menacingly, raising his cup towards you.

"Say it again," Jace demanded, throwing himself up as he stormed over to Aegon.

You made your way over on the other side of the table, circling Aegon together. The parents in the table standing up ready to break the fight.

"Fucking Strong bastards," Aegon spat in Jace's face, waiting for Jace to make a strike.

"Twat," you screamed, throwing your drink across Aegon's face. A second later Aemond had your arms wrapped around you, yanking you towards his chest.

With his drink in your face, Aegon was distracted and within moments knocked to the side by your brother. Jace's fist had connected to Aegon's jaw and luckily, even in your wriggling, you had managed to see it.

The parents stopped you all now, Daemon standing between Aegon and Jace while Alicent gave Aemond a pointed glare to let you go.

"Cat caught your tongue, Aegon?" You laughed, pressing your lips together as to hold the rest of it in.

"Enough," Rhaneyera shouted, giving you a glare. "Y/N, go inside. I will deal with you last."

You rolled your eyes, walking back inside to the kitchen. From inside you could barely hear her and Alicent shouting, only see your brother and uncles cowering faces as they backed down.

Then Rhaneyera was storming your way, her face flushed red and a drink in her hand.

"I'm at a loss for words," Rhaneyera said, waving her hands around. "You are my oldest, Y/N. I expect you to make an example for your brothers. Not being the one to start the bickering between your uncles. And yet once again-"

"I know, I know." You looked down at the floor, face sinking as she told you off. You nibbled at your bottom lip, playing with your hands. "I'm sorry, mum. They just..." You looked up at her. "...aggravate me."

"Please just get along with them so the rest of us can have a peaceful holiday," Rhaneyera pleaded, taking a large gulp of her drink. "If you do it, I'm sure your brothers will fall behind."

"Fine," you grumbled, hating to see her so upset. "I'll try my best."

"Who's going to back my corner if you start being nice to them?" Jace questioned, throwing his hands in the air.

You had all gathered in the living room, a tv show playing in the background that none of you were really paying attention to.

"Baela, holds her own quite well," you stated, giving a nod to Baela who was sat opposite.

Luke chimed in then and they all started going off. Rhaena was the only person to try and get them to settle down, Halaena also backing her corner.

"Look I said I'll try," you said, standing up. Your hands rubbed your eyes as you started to make your way towards the patio doors. "We will just see how well it goes."

"You going to bed?" Jace gave you a small frown, not being able to bare the thought. "I hate it when you have to go over there."

"It's fine." You gave him a grin. "I'm sure the creeps are in bed."

You waved them bye, walking outside as you made your way to the converted stables outside. It was where you resided for most of the holiday vacations, unfortunately it was also where Aemond and Aegon shared a large room. All three of you being the oldest meant that you were trusted to stay there.

It wasn't so bad, most of the time the boys kept to themselves and the whole space was actually quite spectacular. You shared a large bathroom with them and hardly ever fought about it. The only thing that really triggered you was when Aegon would leave his clothes lying about or that cum stained towel you had found once.

When you walked in, you weren't surprised to see Aemond wondering about. But the sight of him caught you off guard slightly, making your skin crawl.

"Are you always creeping about somewhere or do you actually have something more entertaining to do with your life?" You remarked at him, looking up at him from your phone as you walked to your room.

"Charming." Aemond shook his head, walking into the other direction.

Gods, he despised your very being. You were an incredibly annoying brat, that seemed to get away with everything.

His fist was clenched by his sides as he made it into his shared room with Aegon, the rage pouring off of him.

"I'm guessing the frigid bitch just got in," Aegon snarled, staring up at his brother. He had an ice pack pressed to his face. "Because you look pissed."

"She's such a brat." Aemond paced the room, being driven mad by the thought of you. "She just walks around like she owns the place and they all love her for it."

"We could do something about it."

"Right."

"No, seriously." Aegon was smirking at the indecent thought that he had been mauling over for days.

Aemond's eye peeled up off the ground to look at him, eyebrows furrowing. "What?"

"You're l going to love this idea. It is what the bastard child deserves." Aegon stood up, snickering as he leaned into his brother. "Let's just say no one will be able to hear her scream from here."

You were sprawled on your bed, scrolling on your phone when Aemond and Aegon both stormed in. Only dressed in your robe, with your underwear underneath. Your eyes squinted at them, mouth agape in slightly disbelief at how they'd just walk in.

"What are you doing?" You questioned, with an assertive tone. "Get the fuck out of my room."

It happened so rapidly, Aemond wrapped his hand around your ankle, yanking you towards the end of the bed. You kicked at him, fear instantly sinking into your body as you fought against him.

"Seriously, guys this isn't funny," you shouted, your voice growing shaky. "Get the fuck off of me."

Being so distracted by Aemond trying to pin down your legs, you hadn't even realised Aegon had crawled on the bed behind you. Not until his hands ripped away at your robe, both your uncle's eyes lighting up as they noticed your attire, red lace underwear.

"Well this a surprise," Aegon admitted, hands trying to pin your arms down as you smacked and clawed at him. "Who knew such a frigid bitch would own such enticing underwear? Who's fucking you, niece?"

"Not fucking you, I can tell you that," you swore, legs and arms growing tired from fighting against them.

"We will see about that," Aemond chuckled menacingly, smirking up at you. "Flip her over."

As they did, Aegon pushed your head down onto the mattress, liking the way your hands struggled against him. While, Aemond's hands grazed the subtle smooth skin of your ass before he smacked it. His rings imprinted on the skin as he repeated his actions, humming as he watched your ass jiggle for him.

They completely overpowered you, tying your hands behind your back only to flip you back round. Tears brimmed your eyes as you screamed at them, your throat hurting from making all that noise. But you couldn't just stop and let this all happen... could you?

Aegon shoved himself on your lips, kissing you with a furious passion that you tried to resist. You protested against his mouth before biting down on his lip harshly, the taste of blood sitting on the tip of your tongue.

His eyes widened, an anger settling into his bones at your resistance. You really were your mother's daughter. Then you looked up at him with a bright smirk and all Aegon saw was red, his hand coming down to connect with your face in harsh slap. You gasped, wincing at the pain as your face dropped as you looked back at him.

It was Aegon's turn to smirk. "Maybe we will have matching bruises."

On the other end of the bed, Aemond had your legs pinned down with your knees up against your rib cage. His fingers grazed against your skin as his head reached down to your clothed cunt. You were completely on edge, flinching every time his breath fanned against it. He pressed a soft kiss against the material, then stuck his tongue out to lick a long stripe against it.

"I think she likes that brother," Aegon teased, noticing the breath that caught in your throat.

Aemond's eyes flickered up to you, staring at you as his fingers dipped underneath the material. His fingers stroked down your folds, flicking your clit and reaching down to your entrance. He felt how wet you were for him, your thongs completely ruined by it.

"You make me sick," you said in a toneless voice, not wanting to let on how much you were truly enjoying it.

"That's why you're so wet." Aemond smirked, fingers intruding your entrance. You tried to crawl away, a light gasp leaving your mouth. "Not so strong now without your brothers to back you."

Aemond tore at your thong, snapping at the elastic as he ripped it off your body. His hand reached down, slapping your cunt as he smirked up at you. Each time the top of his fingers hit against your clit in a punishing way, your pussy would clench down for relief, oozing with wetness.

Aegon brought his lips up to yours, his hand slipping down your chest as he reached your bra. You didn't fight him in the kiss but it wasn't reciprocated but as his tongue slipped in your mouth, you felt like you were fighting more against yourself to not give in.

Eventually Aegon pulled away from your lips, growing bored of just kissing you. "You know that if you weren't such a brat, we wouldn't have to do this." He nibbled at your plump limp as he glared at you. "But then again, I guess that's why you do it you know. Not getting any action at home, you just need a good fuck."

He hovered further down, his chest above your face as he reached his own head down to your tits. His hands slipped in, yanking the material up so he could grope at your tits. Gods, he loved how full they were, how his hands could barely cover them as he held them. His fingers pinched at the nipples, eliciting a small whine from you as he did.

"I've always wanted to do this. You don't know how many times I fucking got off to the thought of fucking your tits." His mouth latched onto one of your nipples sucking on it while his other hand kept working on your other tit.

You had to bite against your cheek to stop yourself from moaning. Gods, you wanted to scream for them to stop but everything about it felt so good. You had never met a man that had ever got close to making you feel this good.

Aemond brought his mouth down to your clit, humming in delight as he tasted your juices. It was definitely a sin for someone to taste this good, and even worse that it was his niece. He wanted to rest here all night if he could, his tongue exploring your cunt until you were overworked to the point where all you could do was cry as another orgasm took your body.

Every little touch had you dripping onto his fingers, meaning each time they pushed back into your hole there'd be a squelching sound from how wet you were. His hands relaxed against your legs, bringing them down to wrap around his shoulders. His head delved in deeper, sucking onto your clit now. He pushed in a third finger, smirking at the way you winced at the painful intrusion as he shoved them into you.

"Brother is too nice," Aegon whispered, your nipple still in his mouth. "I think we should of fucked you and be done with it. I mean why should you be prepared for this? Why should we let you cum?"

Something in you wanted to apologise, beg for that sweet release that Aemond was so easily pulling from you. But your mind fought against you not to do it.

"Fuck, fuck," you repeated, whimpering as you felt yourself on the brink of an orgasm.

Your thighs shut around Aemond's head as if to keep him buried there and he didn't even protest it. Instead, his free hand wrapped around your thick thigh, gripping at it harshly as he pulled it closer to your face. Your hips arched up into his face, something snapping inside you as your orgasm washed over you. You couldn't help but moan as your cunt pulsated around Aemond's fingers.

Once he was finished, your thighs relaxed opening for him. However, Aemond didn't want to finish, his tongue now lapping up all the juices as his fingers pulled out of your hole. For a moment you actually believed he'd go at it again until he rested his head against your thigh, fingers still flicking at your over sensitive clit.

"Aemond," Aegon grunted, snapping his brother up. "You can enjoy her cunt later." Aegon hovered back over to your face, pressing sweet kisses to your tear stained cheeks. "You see if Aemond could have it his way, he'd probably sit between those plush thighs all night." He leaned in further, his tone rough as he spoke. "If I had it my way, I wouldn't of even prepared you as I took you. But your pussy would be so tight, that I wouldn't care."

They flipped you over again, only giving you a second to register the filth that had just left Aegon's mouth. It was bad that you wanted it to happen, in a sick way you wouldn't of minded if he had taken you without preparation. At some point your pussy would drip from your own enjoyment of it, that it wouldn't feel so painful. Oh, but you'd enjoy the pain.

You had your ass in the air for Aemond now, face planted against the sheets. You could already hear the clothes falling to the floor as the boys undressed themselves. A shiver ran down your spine as you waited for them to make their next move.

It was the sharp touch of Aemond's hand slapping against your bruised cheeks that you felt first. Laughing as he repeated his actions only against your cunt. You winced at the feeling, squeezing your eyes shut as he did it again.

"Can't wait to sink myself deep into this pussy," Aemond hummed, prodding his tip now against your entrance. He dragged it along your folds, coating his cock in your slick. He pressed his tip in slightly, liking the way your breath catch in your throat as he did, only to pull back out.

"Hurry the fuck up," Aegon commanded, growing impatient by the minute. From your position, you could see him palming himself through his boxers. His hard on clearly evident as it boxers clung to it.

"I like teasing her," Aemond confessed, resting the tip of his cock against your entrance. "I like to hear those pretty noises escape her mouth. She wants to deny how much she is truly enjoying this."

"You're delusional," you snapped.

Aemond shoved himself in your cunt, making you gasp at the suddenness of it all. He pulled himself back out laughing at your reaction. "What did you say?" He pushed himself back in, cutting you off from saying anything. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to have every pretty little thought leave that brain of yours."

It was probably true, you mind was already slipping into bliss as he started to fuck into you. He was making sure to set an agonisingly slow pace, having you practically shove your hips back to meet his.

"Please, oh fuck," you moaned, trying to get him to go faster as he rutted his hips against yours.

Aegon's eyes widened at your reaction, not expecting your demeanour to fall apart so soon. "What do we have here?" He grabbed a hold of your face, fingers pinching into your cheeks. "We have a fucking beggar." He shoved a kiss on your lips, sinking his tongue into your mouth as he explored. You even reciprocated slightly, not fully able to as you moaned into his mouth. "I knew you'd cave eventually but this quick."

Aemond groaned as he started to pound into you, hips rutting against yours at a rapid pace. You were sure you wouldn't last long, Aemond's cock hitting so deeply inside of you. With each thrust you felt your stomach getting tighter.

"You know this pretty mouth of yours is so good at coming up with snide remarks, I do wonder what else it is good for?" Aegon patted his fingers against your lips, moving away from you slightly as his hand reached into his boxers. "Let's find out shall we."

You closed your lips shut tightly as he pulled it out. His erection practically staring at you as he rubbed the tip against your face, the precum that leaked from the tip coating your puffy lips.

"Open your mouth." You did, allowing the intrusion as he slipped it inside. He groaned at the feeling, your mouth being so wet and warm from him he could only imagine what your cunt would feel like. "Good girl." You twirled your tongue around, sucking on it as he sunk it in deeper.

Of course, Aegon wanted more. His hand wrapping into your black locks as he pushed himself in. You would gag instantly, choking on his dick as he fucked it into your throat. The noises that were coming from your mouth as you moaned against his dick were music to his ears.

He'd pull out, allowing to catch some air while he mocked you. "You're not finding us funny now, are you?" He pushed it back in again, any words now vibrating against his cock. "Definitely can't laugh with my cock down your throat." He'd moan as he continued, loving the way your tongue would swirl around him or the way you hollowed out his cheeks to tightly suck him.

But Aegon had to pull out eventually, knowing that if he kept going he would be cumming down your throat in no time and Aegon wanted to cum in your walls for the first time. He would paint your pretty face later, he thought. Staring at you intently as saliva connected from your mouth to his dick. The sight of you making him feel like he could cum right then and there.

Aemond was groaning at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole. He could sense how close you were to the edge as he snapped his hips into you at a relentless pace. His hands grabbed onto the cheeks of your ass, watching as it bounced against his cock.

"I want you to beg," Aemond grunted, reaching his hand between you as his fingers found your clit. "Beg or I won’t let you cum."

You were speechless at his words still gazing up at Aegon.

"You heard my brother," Aegon said, hands wrapping slightly around your throat. "Beg."

"Please, Aemond," you pleaded, feeling your walls flutter around him. "Please, Aemond. I want to cum so bad, please let me cum."

"Good girl," Aemond praised, fingers now moving against your clit.

There was no warning this time as your orgasm hit you at full force, leaving you a crying whimpering mess. Your cunt clenched around Aemond for dear life, milking him of his cum as he came undone on top of you. He spilt inside of you, coating you walls as he continued to pound into your cunt.

"Move," Aegon demanded, glaring at Aemond. You could feel him unwrapping the ties behind your back, letting you go free. "I doubt you're not going to be a nuisance anymore."

Aemond pulled out of you, the cum leaking out of you made you clench to try and keep it in. You felt your ragged breath start to go back to normal as you rested.

However, it wouldn't be for long as Aegon flipped you over with ease. Allowing you to look at him as you laid down on your back. He worked quickly, placing your legs against his chest as he shoved his cock inside you without hesitation.

While both of your Uncle's were big in size, they were different. Aemond was long, reaching places you didn't even know existed. Aegon was thick, a lot of girth, making you feel full as you felt every ridge of him in your spongy walls.

Aemond walked over to you, wiping you face gently with your bed sheets. Then he kissed you, yanking you toward him by his hair as he shoved his tongue in your mouth. You could taste yourself on him still, tongue working against his as your hands pulled him in. He tore himself away, already becoming hard again at the thought of being inside you again.

"I do wish your brother could see you now," Aemond mocked, hands sliding down to your chest. "I don't think he'd find it funny as we took you over and over again like the dirty slut you are."

Aegon laughed in agreement, sinking deeper into your walls. "But is she a slut though brother?" Your head shifted to look up at him as he spoke. "This pussy is so tight that it could only belong to such a frigid bitch like our niece."

They were both smirking at this and the pure torture of it all was starting to send you into over drive. You could barely think as your walls clenched around Aegon's girth. Not even realising as Aemond's lips slid down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. He started sucking on the skin, nibbling slightly until he left a mark, then he'd move an inch away before repeating his actions.

"I don't think your brothers will be impressed at the sight of you tomorrow," Aemond taunted, fingers pinching at your nipples. "Covered in our marks."

"We could say that you snuck out and finally got laid," Aegon added, fingers grazing the skin of your thigh. He pushed your legs down, your feet by your head as he pressed his body against yours. "Or we could tell them the truth and say that our bratty niece just needed our attention."

Aegon pulled your bra off, placing your hands down at the top of the bed. His lips hovered over yours as you whimpered against his skin. His hands slipped into yours and you gripped around them tightly, letting it ground you a bit better.

The feel of him slamming into your walls was too much, your body so sensitive from the onslaught they had already done. Especially with this new angle Aegon was bottoming out underneath you, you couldn't feel anything but him.

"You look so content on my cock," Aegon moaned, lips brushing against yours. His stare was so intense as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Does this make you feel good, Y/N?"

"Yes," you breathed out, voice turning into more of a whine as his thrusts pushed you closer to another orgasm. "Yes, you make me feel good."

Those noises that rolled off your tongue was sending Aegon to the edge. His lips smashed onto yours for a second before he felt your cunt squeeze him for dear life. "Don't close your eyes, I want to see you cum around my cock."

You could barely keep your eyes open as you gazed back up at Aegon, cumming around his cock. You only kept them open for him, wanting to please him in the moment. The whole thing had you moaning his name onto his lips, unable to keep it together as your legs trembled around him. He came soon after, cum squirting in your walls as he continued his relentless pace.

"I promise I'll cum on these pretty little lips next time," Aegon said.

The words had you clenching around him again, wanting to hold onto him for a bit longer as he slowed down. But he soon pulled out, collapsing beside you as he caught his breath.

Your eyes started to close out of pure exhaustion, feeling your body wanting to just shut down after all of it. But they weren't going to let you do that yet. Aemond climbed on top of you, pushing his cock inside you as he wrapped an arm around your back. He helped switch your positions, pulling you on top of him with his cock buried deep inside of you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, arms wrapping around Aemond's shoulders as you pressed your chest to his.

"You didn't think we were done with you yet," Aemond hissed, rutting his upwards into your cunt. "We will be fucking you until we get bored. Even if you do pass out during it."

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ten (almost eleven now) pm rambling about my fic 'the things you can't live without' because I am going insane and need to talk about a specific thing about it or I'll explode.

When Ford was dying in Stan's arms, I didn't make him visibly angry about being brought back home. Except for like a brief moment where he touches on the risk of bringing him back, but not yelling or belittling him directly for it. Even thanking Stan for letting him see him once more before giving up the ghost.

Maybe it's completely obvious to everyone else why I did that, but it was because Ford knew he was going to die and he was too weak and tired to gather the energy needed for anger. And... I think seeing how distressed Stan was while trying to save him would've actually made an actively dying Ford not want his last moments spent on dumb grudges, to not force Stan to remember the moment as one filled with anger. So his last words were his earnest attempt at keeping everything okay between them for Stan's sake, since Ford wasn't long for the world anyway. And at that moment, he really meant the words more than anything, regardless of what he would've been angry about had he not been gravely injured. regardless of any pretense.

idk, Ford doesn't seem to me like he would be so angry that he would die in Stan's arms while loudly hating him. maybe I'm silly and presumptuous, but I like to think he'd push aside his grudge in the moment of dying in that instance. just knowing the grudge wasn't worth it while facing his very real mortality, and feeling any attempts at anger wash away as he's cradled in Stan's arms and hearing his panicked words and realizing how much he was loved and deciding to genuinely reciprocate because this was his twin who loved him and every bit of anger didn't matter anymore because he's now home and seeing his twin after thirty painfully long years he didn't know he was missing him for due to bitterness.

ugh and how his final 'i love you' was broken by his death, the last word only airily whispered in the last breath... just making me insane man. this whole fic is making me insane. and it's mine so what's my excuse?

anyway, rambling done. twas nice to release the feelings I'm having about Ford while he's dying in Stan's arms in my fic.

#major character death #gravity falls #ford pines #stanford pines #stan pines #stanley pines #fic analysis #does it count if it's my fic being analyzed by myself #or does it not matter that much #anyway #rambling

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lutawolf · 1 year

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Love In the Air Ep 12 Review & Running Commentary

Previous reviews and commentary can be found here.

Are we ready for the pain people?? No! Well, me either, but still. I'm going to put myself through it. Masochist. That's what we all are.

We start off cute with dork boy getting a paper cut and Sky freaking out. Yes, I'm aware it wasn't actually a paper cut, but it wasn't much more than that either. It twas a mere flesh wound. The coconut is enjoying being fawned over a bit much. "Why are you smiling." "The pain makes me go crazy." 🤣🤣🤣 Nope, not worried all. Omg, I bout fell off the bed laughing when he scared him. Dead. I'm soaking up all this joy while I can. "Worried about me? I think it will heal faster if you kiss it." Did he really ask him to kiss it one more time. This boy is a simp. Is he gonna keep the band aid too. He can't help it your honor. The boy's cuteness drove him insane. It was a very long drive but none the less.

Omg, the brother is a dipshit, but I love him. Who are you to call someone silly! Ha! Are they seriously arguing over the type of dog. Are you really locker room talking. I am dying here. "He is a delicate and lonely boy who wants to be loved." Tell me Pai doesn't understand Sky. He gets him. I love how he is rambling on about his boy, and they are just listening. Soft teasing but actually very supportive. Seriously though, you notice how much attention he is giving to Sky. He knows him now.

Don't go to the party! Ha! Text from boyfriend asking him to shop with him. Party is less important. And off on the date they go. Couples' shirts! They are so stupid but look how Sky is smiling. HA! Look at Pai calling his boy out. I love it. Seriously though shit is always cheaper at a mall compared to a university.

He chose this place because he remembered you saying that you love barbecue. Oh! They brought it up. He's feeding him. So cute. I'm fucking dying you guys. And don't come in my comments talking about how you didn't like the wife comment. This was fucking hilarious. He wasn't using it to demean the female race or his partner. He was mocking him. Like bitch, you can accept being called boyfriend or they can know just how intimate we are. 🤣🤣🤣 The fuck boy has turned into a much better flirt.

Ah, the condo. The infamous condo where they first did the deed. Sky smacking him. These bitches are for sure switches. Ahh, assuring him that he is the only one. "When you snarl at me, I want you to do it again." The honest flirting is the best. See, Sky makes Pai a better person and he won't even deny it. He lays himself bare, with no qualms at being vulnerable.

That kiss was so sweet but now the heat is coming. I love it. Pai is like, screw the birthday party. That whine in his voice says it all, lol. Oh! Did you guys catch the "I'm yours, all yours."

Uh, I wanted to see it! I'm gonna whine. Fine. We are at the party now. Fucking, stupid party. You said it because you meant it. You are all his. This is not going to go well. He is like, I don't know who you are cayote ugly.

From this point on, I'm going to fill in some of the gaps with words by @akitbeast Cause my ass isn't going to risk a flashback while my two babies are sick. Depending on the trigger or flashback, I could push through to be there for my kids, but it wouldn't be great. So, to be safe, here is her commentary. Meet you at the next section.

TW: Sky watches party boy drapes himself over Prapai, and he's beginning to spiral. The lights, music and all are getting to him. He runs back to the car. He's flashbacking in red while he weeps in the car. "It's happening again"

TW: Back to the party. Party boy is interrogating Prapai, who is talking highly of Sky. Party boy makes a move, Prapai turns him down.Party boy looks like he's not done. Prapai walks out and is seen by someone.

Sky pretends to be asleep in the car when Prapai comes back. Prapai is worried but understanding that he's tired.

TW: Guy, who saw Prapai walk out calls Gun, lets him know he's just seen Sky, and he was with Prapai. He reminisces about Gun allowing him to do to Sky (verbally, no images). Gun is interested, wonders if Sky still remembers what he taught him. 🤢🤮🤮

I'm back! Okay, so we are at the point in which Sky is making excuses not to see him. Pai isn't stupid, not when it's important to him. He knows he has done something but doesn't know what. Still, he isn't giving up. Look, guys. We have a female coconut! Pai is hot. He doesn't know what is going on and doesn't know how to find Sky to fix it.

Sky answered to a number he didn't know. Notice that the first concern for Pai is that he is worried. Oh, baby boy, you are saying everything you expect him to say to you. The pain! I'm gutted! So is Pai.

Remember, Pai knows Sky better than he knows himself. He is just up in his feelings right now. See, he is starting to think. He knows better. Knows something is up. See why having such a determined person is important.

Sig is so perceptive. Total coconut but perceptive as hell. If he doesn't get a series, I'm gonna cry. Maybe it's just better to cry.

The sunflowers. He feels him everywhere. Sees him everywhere. Suprise, he is there! He might know, but he is pissed. Oh, you are killing me softly with your words. Strumming your pain. Damn. Poor Sky. He isn't even reading. He knows it line by line. He is killing me. Damn Pai, you need to hug him. Damn this love confession got me dead. I'm not crying. You're crying. Fine! I'm crying, but you know damn well that you are too. The begging is half gutting me and half a turn on. Don't judge.

Yup, this all started because you hugged someone else. How about you not do that. Kid, you are still worried about that. This man hid in a dark room, waiting lawd knows how long, for you to come back. Look at Pai reassuring him. Sky opened up about his ex. I hate that dude. A fucking wanna be dom his ex was. "I see nothing at all, cause love makes me blind." 🤣🤣🤣 "Then I'm permanently blind." "I guess we're both blind."

Rain, adorable white crayon. Pai is laying his claim all over the place. Wouldn't it be easier to just pee on him. Damn. These buffalos. Just Mark Your Territory Already! They are cute now. Their room! Damn!

That's all, folks. Hope you enjoyed it. 💜💜💜 Next week is gonna be rough, so remember to buddy watch! Wish you all the best.

#lita #love in the air series #love in the air the series #love in the air #coconuts mafia

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stormyoceans · 4 months

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I'm returning the brainrot of ep 6 to your archive. vv brainrot continuation:

a hangover pill vs a hangover carbonarak.

pizza with pink bacon is just no comment. idt Mek was killed with eyes as much as August was killed in the kitchen.

the interlaced hands reminded me of Puen, who asked Talay if he and Mek held hands.

Mork's T-shirt with meaning.

Mork makes Day smile like Talay made Puen smile by making faces.

Day thinking that August forgot his birthday vs Puen in our skyy.

ok, all perfumes belong to puentalay and morkday.

surprise birthday party.

firecrackers, frightening Day and Puen.

why did the departing Mork remind me of Puen leaving, listening to music.

we meet the dawn with hope for a new day and wait for the sunset, because no matter what the day is, there will be something beautiful in the end.

I'm sure I missed a lot of things, but I still can't muster the strength to review ep 6. I had to settle for highlights. also Merry Christmas Monica. may your brainrot not calm down next year.

https://sparklyprettybriiiight.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Twas-the-Night-Before-Christmas-HERO.jpg

im a bit late because of family being around but THIS IS TRULY THE BEST CHRISTMAS GIFT I COULD HAVE EVER ASKED FOR!!!!!!!

thank you so much for taking the time to rewrite the brainrot that went missing, pinkybrain 🥺 even if it may not be as complete as the first one was because the episode was still fresh in your mind, i hope you know i really appreciate this and that it made me really happy!!!!!!!!

and maybe it's because i haven't had the mental fortitude to rewatch it either, but i feel like episode 6 in general doesn't have as many parallels as other ones do, but the few that are in it are very on the nose imho. like the surprise birthday party?????? which was probably the first one for both day and puen?????? puen and mork walking away like poor sad little meow meows because they believe talay and day are gonna be with another man??????

and speaking of puen and mork being poor sad little meow meows....

i call this 'pathetic losers (affectionate) watching the men they love hold hands with someone else'

ALSO I DIDN'T REALIZE THIS UNTIL YOU SAID IT (probably because the italian in me was too busy being horrified) BUT NOT THE DAMN PINK BACON ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ✋😭

AOF NOPPHARNACH CHAIYAHWIMHON IM IN YOUR WALLS

i don't have much to add to what you said tbh (even if im probably missing something too), but i do keep thinking that the puentalay glasshouse kiss and the morkday rooftop kiss are similar

i mean. they obviously have very different emotions and very different intentions behind them so they can't really be compared under this point of view, but the way they're set up????? LIKE AM I BEING EVEN MORE INSANE THAN USUAL OR AM I ONTO SOMETHING PLEASE BE HONEST WITH ME

#THE PINKY AND THE BRAIN CHRISTMAS PIC WAS SOOOOO CUTE PLEASE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! 🥺💜#im late but merry christmas to you too my dearest pinkybrain!!!!!!#im so happy i got to talk to you this year and i really hope we can keep going insane about vice versa together next year!!!!!#also wishing you all the happiness and love in the world for the new year!!!!!#last twilight the series #vice versa #m: ask

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madness-of-void · 2 months

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The Cosplay Progress (?)

Okay...I'm doing it. I'm showing off the hot mess of progress of the possibly decent, or absolutely hot garbage, cosplay of my version of human!Ink. I do have a nice chunk of the items for the cosplay - just gotta put it together. Most of the putting together can be done in a day, and I have until July to finish it all, soooo...we'll see how this goes! ^^;

Now I'll just post updates maybe every other day, or once a week, since I do have most of it in hand. And it will all be under the cut, since it'll long as fuck. So, without further ado, let's begin, shall we?

First off, this is probably the most ambitious cosplay I've ever done. Normally I do something easy. Examples: Stiles from TW, casual Keith from VLD, and recently (for Halloween) genocide route Frisk. debating on positing what garbo pics i have of those

Flowerfell!Frisk? Probably the most complex I've done, and only because I had to have help make a flower crown, actually use fabric glue for the flowers and little heart on the shorts and flower on the mask , painted up a random prop stick I had lying around no idea why i had that , and did a little bit of faint make-up. And ended up with this:

bad pic i know but it's all i got of the full thing where i don't look like a drowned rat coz goddamn it was hot af

So after that, for some damned reason, I decided it would be a GREAT idea to do a difficulty jump and do Ink! Yaaaaay...I'm so smart. I have been looking at this as a reference for what I need mostly coz i had it saved on my phone already , which has been both motivation to get this done...but also a little intimidating. But I'm already too far into this. Can't back out now!

Anyways, enough rambling! Let's start with the first update on this silly thing!

HOODIE

So, firstly, I already had my eye on the Ink hoodie from Simakai (I'll properly tag once the whole thing is done). I already have the Underfell one that I used for my Flowerfell!Frisk cosplay. I also have the Outertale hoodie, bi pride hoodie, and ace pride hoodie all from Simakai! They are all amazing hoodies, and I actually just bought Epic's hoodie from their new shop! Definitely check them out! They're comfy, well made, and I'll admit I wear my Outertale and Underfell hoodies out sometimes.

The pic doesn't do it justice (hence all the millions of links above), but tada! The hoodie! My biggest worry is maybe tripping on the scarf, but I think I can manage. place your bets coz my ass clumsy

Also, there is a little surprise in it!

Twas quite the laughing jumpscare when I was messing with the pockets.

And that's it for update 1! Stay tuned for more. >:3

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Update 2 time!

Apologies for how garbage the pics are for this part. Space was a mess at the time, and I'm too lazy to redo it. With that out of the way...let's ramble!

PANTS

So, next to the sash for the vials, this was surprisingly the hardest thing for me to find. I couldn't find anything that looked "just right". The first pair that I bought did look just right...but the color was way off. Way too bright from what was advertised. Took me a while to find another pair, and I actually bought two more. one of which i may use for a ftfo!ink Now, the next pair is the right color...but it's just a nice pair of sweats/joggers. Which is a bit of a bummer, but seeings how I cannot sew/make a full blown pair of pants (can barely sew at all), and my stepmom (who can sew) isn't that insanely skilled, they will have to do.

Here is a pic of the pants side-by-side coz for the longest time I was going to go with the first pair I bought. But after putting it together with the top...no. Just...no. Did not look good. You'll have to take my word for it.

And before you ask, yes. I will have assistance sewing on the little suspenders. That will be two separate posts on their own in the future! It won't be just plain brown pants.

So that's it for update 2! Stay tuned for more! if you want i ain't forcing ya lols

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Update number 3! Wooooo!

And it is actually really boring.

Like...royally boring. sorry?

GLOVES

So these were a bit easy to get. Granted, I did buy two pairs, because I couldn't decided initially. It was only after trying them on that I could make a decision.

They are a bit long, but I can live with that. especially coz I am not planning on doing the tatts, that would end terribly And, yes, they are missing that little piece on the pinky. Just like the pants are missing the suspenders. And just like with those, I will be having assistance sewing that piece on!

I could show you want I have of that, but I'm planning on making that one big update.

Okay! That's it! Stay tuned for update 4!

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Update 4! Not another exciting one again. The more exciting ones will slowly trickle in. depending on what you define as exciting

Anywho! Update 4!

SHOES

Yes. Shoes. I know our favorite souless bean doesn't wear shoes anymore...but I have to. No need to get my toes all messed up! Especially at this convention center. Walking around there can be a nightmare! Closed toed or not. 😭

Anyway!

Shoes!

They were sadly kind of expensive, but these were the closest I could find that kind of fit for what I was going for and i looked at custom ones first. Plus, I will be wearing these outside of the cosplay. So I get shoes for cosplay, and shoes for whenever I wanna wear them - a win-win.

But, one more thing! I will also I guess ruin them, in a way. How will I ruin them? Well...I was thinking of adding more splatter to them. Plus, see that pesky logo? Welp...I also had an idea for that.

And I'll just leave this update at that. >:3

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#void talks #nic talks #cosplay fun fun time #this is a wee bit stupid but eh fuck it #i do what i want #not gonna do huge tags for it coz this is just mostly for me and whoever wants to look at my ramblings

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acheronist · 3 months

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Starvation Cove by Ted Johnson

Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage

To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;

Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage

And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.

Westward from the Davis Strait ’tis there ’twas said to lie

The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;

Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones

And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.

First of all in love + delighted by the idea of getting poetry recs thru asks this fucking rocks

Second of all, this is …. interesting….. 🧐 most of the poetry i’ve read about the franklin expedition always has weird overtones of like…..british imperialism was fine 💔 they didn’t do anything wrong and suffered so much 💔 which i think is a bit insane actually. Because that’s a very crucial point of why they suffered in the first place….. like they really didn’t need to do all that for the sake of the imperialism and colonization…. It leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth anyways

wanted to check out this ted johnson fellow tho for context of who was writing this one?

& FUCCCKKK i just got so distracted from the poetry analysis i’m so jealous of this guy actually

#like i spent my childhood rock hounding at the great lakes im so good at finding tiny strange things on ugly beaches #let me at the excavation sites i will find things you missed #like ohhh oh i want to go to there

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A New Start - Part 1 (The Boy Nanny!OC)

2107 words. Warnings: just Brahms being a little bit of a creep at the end, but it comes without saying.

It had been six months since Maeve had moved back to Manchester. She took life easy and in baby steps. Taking one day at a time.

Her shy and reserved nature made it hard for her to make many friends in the city, but she did make friends online. Percy Jones, Ellie Manson, Merry Ross and Alia Fowl. Maeve had met Ellie from her travel blog, then Percy appeared in the background during one of their video call art sessions. Merry and Alia were fellow readers of Ellie's blog, and friends of Ellie as well! It was quite a nice group she had, and she loved them dearly, despite the big distance between them.

Percy had mentioned her pen pal, Blair. She seemed like a really cool person, but unfortunately she had no access to an internet connection. Percy had given her Blair's mailing address, maybe she would send her a letter once she got to her own new address herself.

Speaking of which, while the life insurance money was nowhere near running out, Maeve felt like she would go insane if she didn't do something with herself other than lie around all day and wait for the next session with her therapist, or the next time her friends texted her. So she started hunting for a job.

First, she thought of teaching music at a local school, but had no luck. She was about to consider giving private piano lessons, until a certain job application fell on her lap.

She had been hired as a tutor and caretaker for the Heelshire's son, Brahms. His parents had been looking for somebody who would be able to care for the boy while they were away, while also maintaining his homeschooling.

It was perfect! Maeve was still scared of being around too many people, so the idea of caring for a single child was a lot more welcoming than giving a class to a full room of kids. She would have to move to the Heelshire Manor for the job, and since she had been renting, she had no problem in bringing her belongings with her. There wasn't much left since the fire…

Twas the night before she was being picked up by the private driver, and she was excited, but also anxious beyond relief. She paced back and forth in front of her laptop while speaking out loud, she was on a video call with Ellie, Percy by her side, and Merry.

"What if the kid doesn't like me? What if he cries, and I don't know how to calm him down? Am I supposed to call his parents back from vacation? OH GOD, WHAT IF HE IS A BRAT AND I LOSE MY TEMPER?!"

Merry held her own forehead as she sighed at her exasperated friend. Percy gave a small chuckle.

"You'll be fine, girlie! You'll see" she said, Merry humming in agreement.

"I'm sure the kid will be fine! It’s you, who I'm kinda worried about, Mae. Are you sure you want to do this?" Ellie chimed in.

Maeve finally sat down in front of her laptop and let out a strong deep breath before answering, "Of course, I need this. I need to have more responsibilities, and you know I always wanted to be a mum, so this will be good practice for that!"

"Alright, just keep us all posted, okay? You are going into the middle of nowhere, please don't disappear on us!" Merry said, "If we don't hear from you within a week, I'm sending Jason out to get you!" she declared, half joking.

"I'll keep in touch, I promise" Maeve said, raising a hand, the other one over her heart, "It's getting late for me. I'll try to go to sleep now, and I'll text you all in the group chat once I arrive at the manor"

"Have a good night, Mae!" Ellie said, Percy joining in while waving at the screen, "Night, Mae! Don't forget to keep us posted!" she said, pointing at the camera. "Try to rest, okay hun? Sweet dreams!" Merry said, waving at Maeve.

Maeve waved at her friends, "Goodnight, me lassies! Ellie, send my regards to Vinny! I hope to see more of his work soon. Percy, make sure Bo doesn't torture his twin too bad. And Merry, say hi to Jason for me! Oh, and tell Alia and Mikey I said hi as well!"

After they all said their goodbyes, Maeve closed her laptop with yet another heavy sigh.

She wasn't able to sleep all night.

The vintage car had arrived in the early morning, and once all her things were ready, she got in the backseat and braced herself for the long ride. Once the initial nerves had died out, she fell asleep, only to be rudely woken up by the driver, who aggressively tapped on the window she was leaning against.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how else to wake you, miss"

Maeve rubbed her eyes to get rid of the grogginess before stepping out of the vehicle, it had been a very long ride, apparently, since it was already dark outside.

She was previously informed that her trip was paid for in advance, and that the driver would take care of her luggage.

It was a rather cold night, the tip of her nose going red with the chill, and both her and the driver's breath made visible under the dim lighting at the front door, so Maeve rushed indoors and left the door open as courtesy for the driver, who was getting her stuff in the house.

She gazed at the tall ceilings, marveling at the masterfully carved wood on the walls, as well as the beautiful staircase.

"Hello? Is anybody around?" she called out. No answer though.

She wandered around the first floor of the manor, reaching a room full of books, an old record player, and a small piano. She reached for the instrument out of instinct and played a few notes to try out the sound. It sounded a bit like a toy piano rather than the ones she used to play at Uni, I'm glad I have my keyboard with me, she thought to herself.

She turned to exit the room when she heard some footsteps nearby, she walked back to the foyer, expecting to find somebody, only for it to be empty. That's strange, she could've sworn she heard footsteps…

She brushed it off and focused on admiring the paintings on the walls, they were full of beautiful art, and one of them stood out to her.

A family portrait, a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire, and a small child, whom she assumed to be the one she would be taking care of. She mindlessly reached out to the painting, to touch the boy's face, until she was interrupted by somebody clearing their throat behind her.

She jumped at the sound, and turned around quickly, to see an old lady patiently waiting for her to respond.

"Ah, my apologies, I suppose you are Mrs. Heelshire?" Maeve said, tucking some of her hair behind her left ear, the redness of burn scars on it suddenly visible, unbeknownst to her, "I'm Maeve Sweeney, it is a pleasure to meet you" she said, with a small bow to her head.

The lady noticed the scars, but quickly looked at the young woman's eyes before speaking "Yes, dear. It is a pleasure to meet you, as well." she paused for a second, "I'm afraid little Brahms has been put to bed already, you'll meet him tomorrow. Follow me, now. That was a long trip you had, I'm sure you must be hungry"

Maeve smiled and bowed her head again, "Famished, actually", to which Mrs. Heelshire responded with a hum, before turning and starting to walk towards the kitchen, with Maeve following close.

A kind-faced old man was sat at the small kitchen table, patiently waiting as the two ladies entered the room. There was a plate with chicken roast and mashed potatoes with gravy, along with a glass of wine and silverware set on the opposite seat at the table.

"Daddy, this is Maeve" Mrs. Heelshire said. The old man stood up, "It's so nice to finally meet you in person, young lady, I'm Mr. Heelshire. It was a shame that you couldn't join us for dinner, but we saved a plate just for you, as per Brahms' request"

Maeve sat in front of the plate, a polite and calm demeanor to her, "Well, the little lad is truly a gentleman. I'll make sure to thank him tomorrow when I meet him. May I?" she asked, to which Mr. Heelshire motioned with his hand and nodded.

The old pair sat across from her at the table as she began eating her late dinner. The food was delicious, and the wine decadent.

"We don't waste any food in this house, all of the leftovers are placed in containers into the freezer behind you" Mrs. Heelshire said, which prompted Maeve to turn her head to look, revealing the bright red scars on the back of her neck.

As she turned her head back to the couple, she noticed a faint apologetic look in Mrs. Heelshire's eyes, as well as a sad, worried look on Mr. Heelshire's. They continued to explain her duties as she continued eating. Once she was finished, she bowed her head once again and thanked the couple for the meal, before standing and moving to wash her own dishes.

Brahms' parents were pleased at the young lady's manners, "Miss Sweeney, you are to expect some help with the house chores every week. On Sundays, the gardener will show, on Mondays, the delivery man will come with groceries for you, along with your weekly pay, and on Tuesdays, a cleaning maid. This house is so big, after all. It would be rather unkind of us to expect you to care for the entirety of the estate by yourself." Mr. Heelshire said, to which the missus added, "We also arranged a monthly nurse to come and draw blood from you, for your blood tests, as you requested. Your medication will be delivered with the groceries"

Maeve had thanked all the creatures above and below for the acting classes she took at Uni, she was afraid the old fashioned couple wouldn't give her the job if they knew she was trans, but she still needed her estrogen pills. So she informed them that she had a rare disorder that caused her body to not produce enough estrogen on its own. Hence why she needed the pills, and monthly blood work done, to keep track of how her body reacted to the medication.

"Thank you, Madam, Sir." she said, regarding the pair, "You are all too generous"

After it was all said and done, Mr. Heelshire excused himself to the drinking room, while Mrs. Heelshire escorted Maeve to her new room.

"Please, keep quiet, that's little Brahmsy's room, right there" she said, pointing at the door across the hallway. Maeve nodded and followed Mrs. Heelshire into her own bedroom.

The interior of the room was just as elegant and beautiful as the rest of the manor. A king sized bed, dressed in silk and linen sheets, along with knitted wool duvets and covers, sat in the room. Maeve could feel herself getting drowsy again, just by looking at it.

"Please, Miss Sweeney, make yourself at home. And make sure to rest, we will expect you to be up and ready at 7 am, tomorrow" Mrs. Heelshire said, standing still at the door.

"Of course, Madam. Thank you." Maeve said, with another small bow of her head, to which the old lady smiled and left, closing the door behind her.

Maeve left her phone on the bedside table and went to the on-suite bathroom to take a quick hot shower, then exited, wearing her antique nightgown. She crawled into the soft bed and relaxed, grabbing her phone again to finally give her girlfriends an update.

There wasn't a signal out in the country, but there was a single wifi connection titled "Heelshire Manor", it had no password.

She connected her phone and sent a message in the group chat they all shared, "Hello! I'm finally at the manor, you should all see this place, it looks like out of a fairytale book! I haven't met the boy yet, but his parents are lovely. I'll send more updates tomorrow! Good night 💕". Sent.

She drifted off to a deep sleep almost immediately after, never noticing the aforementioned "boy"s presence, looking down at her peaceful sleeping form.

A/N: The intro turned a lot longer than I expected, so I decided to divide it into 2 parts. Part 2 will be posted as soon as I finish writting ✨

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