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The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 4|

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Part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Word Count: 4052

A/N: Hasn't been proof read yet. Sorry this one is a long one but I wanted to end it here. Ik i wouldn't be able to commit to a longer story. So imma stop it here before I fuck it up. I also plan on writing some one shots of Aemond and some of Michael Gavey cuz I have a small obsession with this man at the moment.

No matter how many times you had visited the godswoods in the Red Keep you had not seen a single vision. You had kneeled there for hours, yet nothing. You prayed to them, hoping they had not abandoned you. This gift they had kissed upon you had been taken for what felt like a month. You hoped this would not be the end of your life and your families. Even if it was the end you kept praying.

“M’lady please.” Your maid begged you once again as she had an hour ago.

“Mira, you do not need to stay. I’ll do another hour.”

“M’lady please. You’ll catch a cold, you’re drenched. We need to warm you up.”

You finally opened your eyes, you looked down and noticed the smell of the water beneath your knees. The way your loose hairs had stuck onto your neck and face, and the way the water had tickled your cheek as it ran down. Now out of your trance you heard heavy footsteps approaching you and Mira.

Ser Criston Cole had appeared, with a blank expression on his face he spoke, “The queen would like to speak to you.”

You sighed before getting up, “Thank you Ser Criston Cole. Let me change and then I shall meet with her.”

“Now” He had hardly spoken.

Taken aback by his tone, “Are those in her words or your?”

“The matter is urgent. She would like to speak now.”

“Alright.” You rolled your eyes before attempting to pat off the dirt that had clung to your dress.

In a hushed hiss voice Mira spoke, “M’lady you sat there in the rain for hours. A simple pat would not take it out.”

You said nothing but a quiet sorry. She was right to be upset though.

You had gotten looks from almost everyone as you walked down the corridors to the Queens chambers. You had excused Mira as you and Cole had entered the room. As the doors opened Alicent had turned around, her eyes widened.

“My gods, what on earth happened to you.” She grabbed a blanket nearby and walked over to you to wrap you with it.

“Forgive me your grace. I was praying in the godswoods and had not noticed the rain.” You pause and cling onto the warmth. “I was going to change but Ser Criston Cole said it was urgent.”

In the corner of your eye you could see him glare at you. “The matter was urgent but you could have changed.” She began to pull you towards the fire to warm up. “I’ll keep it short then.”

As you both were seated she handed you a cup of tea. “I’m sorry for the bluntness but, have you bleed?”

Your hands stopped, it took you a moment to process. It had been a month, a month of praying to the gods of the old. A month of sitting there and not a single moment had you realized you never bleed. An entire month, you had never been late, your cycle was always on time, maybe a few days late but never a month. “I” You paused, “No, I haven't. Not since before the wedding.”

With a bit of remorse on Alicents face, she gave a half smile. That look you had was one she knew all too well. “That’s wonderful. It’s wonderful news, especially news we can give out at Aemonds coronation day.”

“Oh, yes, his coronation day.” The events that had taken your wedding day came flooding back. “Will you be telling Aemond”

She nodded, “He should be here soon.”

Just as the first day he met you, he saw you sitting there. This time by the fire, he watched as the fire had illuminated your face. The way it kissed your features, the way it had made your face glow. Yet this time there was a somber look on your face that you tried to hide with a smile.

“Hello Husband. We seem to keep meeting this way.” There was an ache in his heart as you went back to calling him Husband. He loved the way you called him by his name. Yet he knew it was his own fault. He had pulled back from you, not because he despised you. But because he despised himself. How could he touch you, not after what he did, not after what he did to his flesh and blood with his own hands. The situation with Aegon was different than Lucerys, with Lucerys it was out of his control. But with Aegon, it was by will. Not only that but for another reason he could not even dare think of it in fear it may come true.

Alicent could feel the tension, she spoke to try and break it. “Aemond, please sit. I’d like to speak to both of you.”

He nodded his head and proceeded to sit next to you on the sofa.

“I was telling Y/n that your coronation day was coming soon. Your grandsire has arranged everything and things have been prepared accordingly. As for your coronation day, we will first check with the maester, but if our assumptions are correct, we will announce the celebration of your first child.”

You could feel his hard gaze on you as fidgeted with your fingers. Was he mad? Was he upset that you had gotten pregnant so fast? Did he now feel even more tied to you? Did he resent you for this? Like always thoughts had flooded your mind. Without the sight it was impossible to make decisions or to pass judgment on him. You felt vulnerable, you had never felt like this before. You had always been two steps ahead of any suitor or any man in general. But now here you are, a wolf in the den of a dragon. What were you to a dragon? Nothing really. Your sight was all you had to feel in control, and now with it gone you truly felt what other women felt. Powerless.

“I see.” Aemond had spoken. “Thank you mother. I hope that in time you will be able to guide my lady wife in her responsibilities as the new Queen.”

She nodded, “Yes of course. And your grandsire will speak to you of your responsibilities as well.”

“Was there anything else?”

“No, that was all. You both may take your leave.” Alicent stood up.

Both you and Aemond had as well, as you all headed towards the door Alicent spoke for the last time, “Congratulations. You both have done well.” You and Aemond nodded.

Just as you think you both walk in opposite directions Aemond places his hand on your lower back. You look up at him, yet he does not look at you. He began to guide you towards his chambers. When he noticed some maids passing by he asked them to draw a bath in his chambers. They obliged.

By the time you both had reached the room the bath had already been drawn. He excused the maids. He led you to the front of the tubs, from behind he began to untie your gown. You looked over your shoulder and pulled away.

“What are you doing?”

“Stand still.” His voice stern. Yet he continued to speak, “Do you know how idiotic it was to stay in the rain? You could have gotten sick.”

You spoke lightly, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly.”

He helped you into the tub after he had removed your dress and let down your hair. As you laid back in the tub he began to wash your hair.

“The realm can not afford to lose its heir.”

You had rolled your eyes, “Yes husband, as I am simply a child maker. And my life does not matter.”

He lightly pulled on your hair causing you to glare back at him. “I wasn’t finished.” He had grabbed your chin lightly so that you wouldn’t look away. “While the realm can not afford it. I could not afford to lose you.”

Your eyes looked away from his, “Oh and is that why you have avoided me for a month?”

“Yes.” You scoffed at his remark.

“My uncle is still alive. We killed his children and his wife, what do you think he’d do if he found out I have grown fond of you. That I have a weakness for you, and now our child. He would burn you alive. Cut you in half, torture you, feed you to caraxes. What would I do if that happened?”

“Kill him and remarry.”

“You think that coldly of me?”

“I have heard rumors that you were with a woman before me. What would stop you from doing the same? You are clearly loyal to your mother and if she wished you to remarry for the sake of the realm you would. I am nothing but a pawn in your family's game. I have done my duty and if I die then that is in the fate of the gods.”

He was taken aback by your willingness to die. He had noticed a shift in your behavior for a while. The past month he had watched you from a distance, always seeing you praying in the godswood. It was all you did, he had to send maids to come and bring you food whenever you noticed you being there for more than an hour.

“You have the sight. You are not just a pawn. Clearly my grandsire saw it as something.”

“Yet I do not have the sight! The gods have clearly punished me! I have not had a single vision or dream since I got here. I have nothing, I am nothing.”

“You are not nothing. You are my wife. You are to be queen.”

Tears began to well up, “But I can not just be that. My whole life I have been a greenseer. How could I have that taken from me?”

“Would you like to go back for a few days?”

“Where?”

“Home. To Winterfell.”

“No, it’s too far. Your coronation is soon, riding there would take months.”

“Not by dragon's back.”

“Dragon’s back?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I’ve never been on a dragon. Let alone see one up close.” You shook your head.

“It would only be for four days.”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

“Were you not listening to me, my lady wife?” He teased.

“No.”

“I could never replace you. You are now everything to me” He had leaned in closer.

He planted a soft kiss on your cheek, “That is why I am being nice.”

His lips moving closer to your lips. His kisses were intoxicating, no matter if you were angry at him. No matter if he had ignored you. Ever since that day he first kissed you, you had become addicted to it regardless of your feelings.

“You can’t leave me again. You can’t shut me out. I can’t be here alone. I can’t do this without you.” Your eyes clouded with lust, with caving for his affection.

“Alright.” He smirked lightly.

“Promise?”

He chuckled, “I promise.”

His lips touched yours. The kiss was sloppy, desperate. You turned around to face him, pulling him closer. Through the kiss you began to help him undress. As he got in the water he pulled you onto his lap. His hands on your waist to hold you up right while your hand drifts down his chest.

You found his cock already hard, it twitched at your touch. You gripped it tightly causing him to hiss. Your lips leave his as you travel down to his neck. As you suck on his neck you begin to pump his cock causing him to grunt lightly. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed as his head leaned back. The look of him like that caused your body to feel on fire. You bit his chest lightly, a groan left his lips.

Unwilling to wait anymore you aligned him to your cunt. Rubbing him against your lower lips.

“Fuck” His hand moving from your waist to his cock.

But before he could grab himself you stopped his hand. This caused him to open his eyes and look up at you. He watched as you guided his hands from your stomach, passed your breast to reach your throat. That was when you sank down onto his cock, taking all of him. You let out a light moan feeling his warmth.

He watched as you arched your back and began to move your hips. He lightly squeezed his hand causing your breath to hitch. All he could do was watch, watch as your perfectly shaped tits bounded with the rhythm of you bouncing on his cock. He hadn’t seen you clearly the first time you had sex. But now, he could clearly see you. The candles that surrounded the tub had illuminated you perfectly. The way your hair clung to your neck, the way the water dripped down your face. It made you look ethereal. Too delicate for him to touch, he was afraid that he would break you.

But your whispers of his name tempted him. He needed more. He sat up, moving you with him. Once he had you both in a comfortable position he lifted you up. He carried you over to the bed. He had placed you on the bed and told you to get in the center. He then told you to turn around and bend over. He watched as you hesitated slightly but then did what he told you to do. Your forearms resting on the bed as your ass stuck up in a position that gave him a view of everything. You felt vulnerable, especially as he had not made a sound. This caused you to look back at him. You just saw him standing there looking at you, his cock just as hard as he had begun to stock it at the sight he was blessed with.

“Aemond.” You whispered his name again.

Just with his name he had moved closer to you. You felt the shift in the bed, you felt his hands making their way to your hips once more. His cock aligning with your cunt, he had rubbed himself against you smearing his juices against your wet cunt. It didn’t take long before he filled you up. He groaned at the feeling of your warm cunt, it pulled him in and held onto him tight as he pulled back and forth.

His pace began to speed up and the sounds of your sweet moans. Each trust is getting harder and hitting the right spots. You felt him pull you back to him, your back against his chest as he continued to fuck you. He moved the hair from your neck, his lips sucking gently on your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine. Your cunt tightening around him more. That last squeeze was enough to tip him over the edge. He came, his cum overflowing out of your cunt as he pulled out.

He watched as his cum dripped from your cunt to the bed. You felt a shift in the bed again. You felt something between your legs. Before you knew it his lips were against your cunt. He lapped at your dripping cunt. His groan vibrated against your lower lips.

“You taste so fucking good.”

You sat up and watched him, his eyes closed as you would grind down on his face. You moaned as you felt his tongue slip between your folds. As you gripped his hair you watched as he opened his eyes. He stared back at you, sucking hard on your clit. You felt a tingling sensation pass through your whole body. Your knees felt weak, Aemond could feel it too. Once you had come down from your high, you got off him.

Your back now against the bed. You took a moment to collect your thoughts. He was in you just seconds ago but you missed the feeling of him filling you up. But he wouldn’t let you rest, not yet.

“I’m not done. Not yet. I need you, in every possible way.” Aemond leaned down and kissed your lips as he entered you again.

Your moans and the sound of the bed creaking could be heard throughout the halls. The whispers of your marriage not being consummated during your period of silence with each other would be silence.

Morning came quickly, the sun was now shining as the storm had passed. You awoke to the sound of the birds singing and to the feeling of an arm wrapped around you. You opened your eyes and looked down. Aemond had done the decency to cover you both after you had knocked out. But what made your heart flutter was the placement of his hand on your stomach. You didn’t know if he placed his hand there intentionally or just by coincidence. Either way it made you feel secure. Not just for you but for this child.

You placed your hand on his, he was warm. You didn’t understand how he could always be so warm, especially with how cold he looked. You tried to remove his hand to get up but he pulled you back into him.

“Are you planning to run away so early, wife?” Aemond nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

You smiled and turned around in his arms, “No dear husband. I plan on getting ready so that we may go to Winterfell.”

“Everything is ready. We just need to get out of bed.” Aemond kept his eyes closed and ran his fingers up and down your arm.

“How do you know it’s all ready? We only spoke of it last night.”

“Earlier this morning, your maid had come in to wake you. I told her of our plans and asked her to get help setting everything up.”

“I see.” You paused, “So then why are we still in bed?”

“Because my dear wife. After all your nagging yesterday, you looked so beautiful sleeping. I could not dare wake you.”

Aemond opened his eyes to find you glaring at him. He kissed your forehead, “After all that yesterday, you still find ways to upset me?”

“How could I not?” He smirked before placing a kiss on your lips.

After an hour or two you both had finally got ready. He had taken you to where Vhagar was, and there you stood. The giant stood before you, the air it had realized from its nose blew your hair slightly. Aemond pulled you closer, he placed your hand on Vhagar. He spoke in High Valyrian, and it seemed to have called the dragon down.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to ride with you?”

“Yes. You’ll just sit in front of me.”

The trip was long, but not as long as you had spent in the carriage. You felt the cold breeze hit you. The smell of open air, of the woods you had always remembered. Once Vhagar had landed you were greeted with your fathers men. They were taken by surprise and led you both to your father. You had explained everything to him, and how you would only be there for a bit so that you could be back in time for Aemonds coronation. With that he let you go, but requested an audience with Aemond. There you were taken to the godswood. It felt different, different than the one in the Red Keep. You kneeled in front of the tree and began to pray.

After what felt like hours there had been footsteps behind you. Turning you noticed Aemond heading towards you. You watched as he took in the woods.

“Beautiful isn't it.” You got up and headed towards him.

He nodded his head and reached up to touch one of the red leaves, “I didn’t expect it to look exactly like the one back home.”

“They all look the same. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”

“Have you finished?” He looked back at you.

You smile at him, “Yes. I feel much better now.”

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning around to walk back. He stopped when he noticed you weren’t by his side.

“What is it?”

“After your coronation. Do you think we could come back?”

“What for?”

“Well ever since I was a little girl I always wanted to get married here in the godswoods. And I know we already had our wedding. But-” You looked down at your hands before looking back up at him. “I’d really love to get married to the man I have grown to admire here.”

Aemond walked back over to you, “If that is what my Queen wants, then I shall give it to her.”

All you could do was smile at him. Yes your relationship was not ideal, this was not how you had expected it. Especially with him ignoring you, but now, now that you both promised. You both came to an understanding you felt like you could really build something with him. Clearly there was attraction, but you could be more than that. And his openness towards it was all you needed.

Later in the day at dinner you had felt nauseous and excused yourself to your room. Aemond was going to go with you but you told him to enjoy himself and to keep talking if he wanted to. And he did. He found the environment less hostile as the one back at Kings Landing. Time had passed and without wanting to disturb your sleep, Aemond slept in a separate room. The night had continued yet Aemond could not stop tossing in his sleep.

He was stuck, as if someone was holding him back. He watched as Daemon pulled you by your hair. You hold your swollen belly to protect your child, your face red and bloody.

“Nephew, you started this war but I will end it. A wife for a wife.” Daemon pressed the dagger against your cheek, nicking it.

“Aemond.” Your cries out before all he could hear were your screams.

Daemon moved the dagger to your eyes, gouging out one after the other. Your tears mixed with the blood that ran down your eyes. Your screams had continued until they had felt real.

Aemond jolted awake and yet he still heard your screams. His mind scattering, he ran out of the room to find yours. He flung open the door, your screams got louder. He was met with the sight of you, sitting up in bed. Your hands covering your eyes as if you had felt the pain. The pain he had dreamt of. He ran to you and touched your arm. But you had begun to hit him, trying to push him away.

“Y/n. It’s me. It’s just me.” He waited until you calmed down to see it was really him. He watched as your tears ran down your face. The tears were overflowing, you let out a sob and whispered you were sorry. He shook his head and told you it was fine.

He had pulled you into him. He had never hugged you so tightly before, he didn’t even know you were capable of that much strength.

“I had a dream. Your uncle he-”

“I know. I saw it. You don’t have to say it.”

Your sobs hadn’t stopped. You both stayed there for more than an hour. Aemond had set you back, and hugged you tightly in hopes to calm you down. It was working, but it did nothing to calm him down. It was all he could think of. Your screams, it made his entire body ache. He was stuck, he felt helpless.

But it was true, he had started this war. He was the cause, he didn’t deserve happiness and his uncle knew it. Just when he found it, just when he found someone who understood him. Daemon would take her from him. He knew if he didn’t find Daemon this would eventually be their fate. It would be your fate. And it killed him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you died. Not after all this. He knew this would not end not while Daemon was still alive.

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huramuna · 3 months

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beware the sapphire peak - chapter 2.

aemond targaryen x wife reader x alys rivers a period piece, set in 1902.

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you're a young, american lady who is an aspiring author. you are wooed by a mysterious and charming savant from england. swept off your feet, you're whisked away to his family's ancient estate, Dragonstone Hall. but with all stories, secrets are hiding around every corner, and your suitor is no different. a crimson peak inspired mini series.

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content: smut (specifics below cut), angst, gaslighting, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, alys in her girlboss gatekeep gaslight era, no use of y/n, afab reader, pre-established alysmond, this isn't going where you think it is(it might be), infidelity-ish, polyamory, mentions of infertility, murder, depictions of murder/violence

once upon a december - invadable harmony • reflections - toshifumi hinata

warnings: oral (f receiving), p in v, creampie, inappropriate use of high valyrian

As you passed through the threshold of the building, you looked upon the tapestries that lined the walls– they seemed to tell a story, a story of dragons, war, betrayal and succession. The woven tapestries were over eight feet tall, hanging from old iron nails that pinned them to the stone bulwark. Beyond those, were the beginnings of many, many portraits of Targaryens long passed. They were all otherworldly looking, your eyes glazing over at their perfectly captured features.

Aemond’s gentle squeeze to your hand brought you back to reality, following the line of your gaze to the portraits. “Some people have said that Targaryens are closer to Gods than people,” he smirked, chuckling softly. “When we rode dragons and conquered land and sky, perhaps. But not now– we are merely mortals once again.”

“Ah, and here I thought I married an immortal being, what a pity.” you jested, your tongue poking in your cheek.

“A pity indeed– luckily I snagged myself a Goddess, hm?” he whispered lowly, craning his head to nose at your jawline, planting little kisses upon your soft skin. He was so close to you, his scent all consuming in your nostrils as you drank in the feather light touch of his lips upon you. You were surprised that you’d made it into the building without the both of you making love on the floor like rutting animals, truly.

The sound of heels clicking pulled you both from your stupor. As you turned around, you looked upon the woman that was in the window, the real one, atleast. She was tall, a few inches shorter than Aemond, but she still towered over you– they both did– her hair was pinned in a neat half-do, the slightly wavy tresses in a gorgeous, deep brown color, like freshly brewed coffee. Her eyes, a lively emerald green, blinked slowly as she looked you up and down, assessing you. She seemed to be more mature than you and Aemond, likely by fifteen or so years. The only indication of her age were the soft gleam of one or two errant gray hairs and the lines of her face, laugh lines, crow’s feet alike, were illuminated under the flickering light in the foyer. She wore a deep green dress, a similar shade to her eyes. “Lord Targaryen, Lady Targaryen,” she greeted, her voice deep and silky– it reminded you of the timbre of a wonderful cello you’d heard in an orchestra in New York City, instantly sending your heart aflutter.

“My love, this is Alys Rivers. She is the estate’s governess,” Aemond introduced, one eye lingering upon Alys before returning to you. “She’s been with us for many years and is more than happy to help you get acquainted with the ins-and-outs of the Keep.”

You suddenly remembered your manners, hand extended out to her. “Miss Rivers, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you smiled, your hand enveloped by hers. It was a bit cold, but warmed up quickly within your own.

“And you, my lady. I’m sure we will become fast friends.” Alys responded coolly, her mouth perking into a similar grin, her thumb lingering over the back of your hand for a bit longer than necessary as she squeezed it lightly before letting go

Certainly you didn’t imagine that?

“It is good to see you again, Alys. I hope to not be away from the estate for so long again,” Aemond hummed, watching as you and the governess’ hands lingered with one another, then turning back to face you. “Shall we get settled in, my dear?” he asked. You knew exactly what he meant by settling in– and it would be the opposite of what you would be doing.

“It is good to have you back, Lord Targaryen. Let us hope you won’t need to leave again any time soon.” Alys gave a wry smile, regarding you both before curtsying and flittering away.

Aemond led you up the stairs, up to the third floor, where the master bedroom lay. The hallways narrowed as you traversed the home, with Aemond pointing out a few of the key points of the estate to you on the way. Then, he stopped at a gilded pair of double doors, the handles were beautifully complex dragons carved from a deep brown and red cedar, their eyes fashioned from jewels. It was the height of opulence– edging on gaudiness for your taste, but you married into practical royalty, so you couldn’t complain.

Opening them, it revealed a large room decorated in black and green, with the occasional splash of red and gold. The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, cornered by a soft reading nook with two plush chairs. The bed was spacious, twice the size of the bed you had at home, which was a king size– you didn’t even know what to classify this size as. Monarch size? Dragon size? It was huge, that was all you knew, furnished in a soft red velvet sheet set.

You walked to the bed, fingers glazing over the silken soft sheets. “This is… the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, my God.” you murmured, beginning to unbutton your outer coat and shed your layers. You wished to feel the plush silk on your bare skin.

“I hope it’s to your liking, love.” Aemond came up behind you, helping you shed your unsightly amount of layers until you were in your silken shift and undergarments. His hand began to wander, bunching up the fabric of your shift and pulling it upward, until he could rest his hand on your bare stomach.

The sensation of his warm hand on your stomach made you flutter slightly, pressing back against him. “Yes, I’d say it’s quite to my liking– though, I suppose we shall put it to the test, won’t we?” you teased, your arm coming up to caress his cheek.

As your hand touched his face, his hand rose up higher and higher, exploring further. His hand found solace atop your corseted brassiere, the tiniest growls of frustration escaping from his lips. His free hand began working double time to undo the series of laces. “You won’t be needing to wear these anymore, my love,” he grumbled, biting softly on your earlobe as he continued his race to undress you. “In fact, I’d like it if you didn’t wear anything at all.”

You giggled, shimmying out of the brassiere, to which he threw aside. “I’m sure that Miss Rivers would find that garish and uncouth, Aemond. I can come to a compromise, though,” you purred, switching around to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling him towards you by the hem of his shirt.

“A compromise,” he repeated, “And what sort of compromise would that be?” Aemond asked, kneeling down in front of you now.

“Perhaps I may not wear any undergarments at all under my clothes,” you whispered, craning your neck downward as you tilted his chin upward. “For easier access.”

The sound that came from Aemond could only be categorized as animalistic and primal, his lips melding with yours in a rising fervor. It was a clash of teeth and tongue, his hand pawing at your now freed breast, thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple– eliciting a surprised gasp from you. You’d never been touched in such a way and the little spark of pain that went through you mingled with your pleasure. You liked it, conveying this to your husband by increasing the fever pitch of your kisses, mouth parted as your tongues danced together in the most lascivious of ways, as if you were trying to eat one another alive.

“What did I do,” he breathed between your assaults on each other’s mouths. “To deserve such a beautiful wife, hm?” his hand had become permanently rested on your breast, rubbing your stiffened nipple like he was trying to elicit every moan possible from you from just this alone. “A beautiful wife who makes all of the most beautiful little noises?”

You were rendered speechless, your response coming out only as a whine as he pushed you back on the bed, pulling your underwear down. He made a noise of satisfaction at what he saw, seemingly pleased with how you looked, his hand grazing through your wisps of pubic hair before parting your soaked folds. You stared down at him beneath half-lidded eyes, your body heat emanating from you like a furnace, the heights of your cheeks red with pleasure.

Aemond was continually spurred on by your state of being, like you were clay within his hands, and he was the sculptor. He nudged your legs open more, his fingers spreading you open. You whimpered as the cold air hit your core, but it was immediately replaced by a warm heat– his breath fanning over you.

“Please,” was all that could come out of your mouth as you looked at him.

His pupil was blown wide, the blue usually there eclipsed by black as he dragged his tongue over your folds, testing your taste. Humming in contentment with the taste, he went back in for another, lapping over your wet sex, the cleft of his nose rubbing against your clit. You fought the urge to close your legs out of instinct, feeling a warm sensation barrelling toward you as if you needed to relieve yourself. Your eyes were more open now in a slight panic at the feeling, but Aemond just grinned, keeping up his pace and even quickening it.

You grasped at his hair, the white-blonde strands fisted in your hand as you moaned broken strings of his name as your first orgasm washed over you, and in turn, him. You felt a rush of wetness come from your body, which was now glistening upon Aemond’s maw, his mouth still twisted into a smile, like he had just had the greatest meal of his life. He came up between your legs again, unbuckling his belt and discarding his trousers and undergarments without much ceremony– you both didn’t have time for it now, especially when you could see the weeping need coming from him, dripping at the tip of his cock.

His lips found yours again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You didn’t consider yourself a sexual woman really, but God, if this wasn’t the epitome of eroticism– you wanted this moment seared into your brain like a brand.

“I’ll go slow, love,” he breathed, lips barely parted from yours. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You nodded in affirmation, not capable of forming words at the moment. You hope you'll become more adept at dirty talk, just seeing how one ‘Please’ spurred your husband into action like a horse at a derby. You felt the head of his cock swipe against your soaked core, then slowly easing in. The stretch alone, the flame of pain that was just there, right on the precipice, ignited that familiar feeling within you once more. It was goddamn delicious, the feeling of being full, full of your husband– the thought made your eyes roll back in your head for a moment as he buried himself to the hilt.

The cherry on top, however, was when you finally got a glimpse of Aemond’s face– both of his eyes were closed, mouth slightly agape, hair strewn mess. He was concentrating so intensely on not bursting inside of you within seconds, as your tightness squeezed him like a vice. “Fuck,” he grunted, his use of foul language sending shocks of pleasure throughout your extremities. “You’re so tight– Christ above.” Aemond began to move then, thrusting back and forth, just to focus his mind on the motions and not to bust a moment in. He murmured praises in your ear, some in English and some in another language you didn’t understand, but it was primal and ancient, you could tell just by how he sounded out the words, and it was no doubt something dirty and more than likely downright feral. “Issa gevie ābrazȳrys, sīr ȳrda, sīr vok. Ry ñuhon, ry ñuhon.” My beautiful wife, so tight, so perfect. All mine, all mine.

Judging by how he pounded into you, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, coupled with your cacophony of whines and moans, he was close, chasing his high. His pace hastened and your legs fastened around his midsection to keep him as close as possible– a reaction your body made on its own, seemingly.

A sequence of unintelligible curses and erotic sweet-nothings came from his mouth as he gave one final push– a low, reverberating grunt coming from the depths of his chest as he stilled, spending inside of you. His lips smeared against your neck, nothing coming from his mouth but hefty pants.

You both caught your breaths and he softened inside of you, then cleaned you both up after– you would’ve helped as well, but your legs were jelly, and simply refused to pick you up from the bed. Aemond was more than happy to pick you up and tuck you under the covers, holding you close to him, as if you might fly away during the night.

You dreamed of dark hallways and pale visages looking upon you– you woke up several times during the night, seeing pairs of eyes staring at you, pity in their ghastly gaze. You would fall back asleep and think nothing of it.

–

“Looking at something, dearest?” Aemond hummed, his thumb parting another page further into the book he was reading, the room illuminated in candlelight. It had been a whole fortnight since you moved into the estate– you had been able to sit down and write even more, and Aemond had helped you send off your manuscript to a reputable publisher in London, who was a family friend of the Targaryens. You began your second novel, which was inspired by Dragonstone Hall and the odd dreams you’d had as of late, laden with peering eyes and ghostly figures.

You were perched on the window seat, the silk of your nightgown clinging to you like a second skin. Moving forward, you looked down upon the courtyard and beyond, seeing the moonlit horizon painting the sea, waves ebbing and flowing like beautiful clockwork. Glancing over your shoulder to your husband, his usual harsh features softened by the gentle flicker of the bee’s wax candles. A smile crept on your lips, which in turn, caused his own to upturn into a returning grin. “Just enjoying the view of the sea.”

“‘Tis dark, my love,” he closed the book, setting it aside. “Are you an owl and I did not know it? Seeing in the dark?” he got up from his position on the bed, making his way to you.

“Perhaps I am an owl,” you giggled, “But the moon and sky are especially clear tonight– a perfect view.”

He perched his chin upon your shoulder, looking out of the window with you. “A clear sky. That must be a good omen, hm? Alys has told me that it was storming constantly while I was gone.”

“A good omen indeed,” you purred, nuzzling your nose into his neck. Out of the corner of your eye, looking down into the courtyard, you could’ve sworn you saw two men, ghastly white, walking upon the green. But when you turned your head to get another look, Aemond enveloped your lips into a kiss, pulling you back towards him, and back towards your bed. You didn’t get another glimpse at the courtyard until it was cloudy and dark once again.

No one was there.

–

“Oh, hello, Miss Rivers,” you murmur softly, your voice still hoarse with sleep. You brush a few errant curls away from your face as you go to pour yourself a cup of tea, bare feet padding upon the tiled kitchen floor. “Good morning.”

“Just Alys is fine, dear,” she smiles, her emerald eyes shining clearly– she must’ve already been wide awake for a few hours. “Please, let me.” Alys sits up from her chair, moving near you and pouring water from the kettle into your cup before you could even grab it.

You glance up at her– she was much taller than you, like Aemond– a feeling of embarrassment coming over you. “Oh– thank you,” you manage to muster, “But it… it isn’t necessary, Mis– Alys.”

The older woman looks at you with an expression of curiosity, you had said something truly novel. “Ah. You aren’t like the others, then. Good.” she smiled, the sides of her mouth crinkling. Something about it made your heart skip a beat– what was going on?

“The others?” you asked, stirring your cup which was now steeping with a fruity, floral tea bag. You scooped a heap of sticky honey from a reserve of it on the counter, preferring your tea extra sweet.

Alys watched as you stirred in the thick substance, before lifting her eyes to you. “The other– former– denizens of the estate, my lady. Lord Targaryen’s other family. Excellent employers, but they always asked for me to do things beyond my job description. Pour tea, serve lunch, draw baths." She took a seat then at the small kitchen table, but not before grabbing the entire jar of honey, putting it in the middle.

You took a seat across from her. “As a… governess, your job is to care for and educate children, correct?” you crossed one leg over the other, leaning back against the wooden backing of the chair, which was carved with intricate depictions of dragons and swords.

“Correct, my lady. Sometimes the estate was bereft of children, thus no one to care for or teach. Between you and I, sometimes the adults acted as overgrown children, demanding and grabby,” she spooned honey into her own cup, which was a dark, swirling liquid you couldn’t quite identify. “As it is now– but more so. You, Lord Targaryen, and I are the only denizens of the Keep.”

You coughed slightly as you heard her. The only ones? There were only three of you at this massive estate– and… what of the faces you saw when you arrived? The men you saw out in the courtyard just the eve before? You placed down your cup with a shaky hand. “P-pardon me,” you sputtered, hitting a hand upon your chest to try and catch your breath. “We are the only ones?” you looked at Alys with wide eyes.

“Yes, my dear. But this building is centuries upon centuries old, you know. Do you believe in ghosts, Lady Targaryen?”

You perked up at the notion, the part of your brain that loved the macabre and weird firing off on all cylinders. “Oh, yes! They interest me quite greatly.”

Alys gave a lopsided smile, her brows perked as if surprised by your reaction. “I didn’t expect such… an enthusiastic response, my lady. Most women are afraid of such ghastly notions.” she leaned forward, propping her chin on her open palm. “The estate is haunted, you know, by centuries of Targaryens past and then some.”

“Oh, you must tell me their names and stories,” you leaned forward in turn, mimicking her interest in the conversation and then some, fully enraptured by the tales of tragedy, of love long lost, betrayal and beyond.

The two of you ended up talking at the table for hours, until the sun was high in the sky to indicate noon– you only parted with her when Aemond had come into the kitchen to request your presence in the gardens. He was quite amused that you and Alys had melded together so quickly– he quoted you as ‘two barn owls, flitting feathers in the rafters and sharing stories over a juicy mouse’.

It made you giggle.

–

From that day on, your days started and ended much the same. You would be excited, giddy, like a kid on Christmas morn, to go down and talk to Alys. You didn’t quite understand why you were so excited to be around her, why she enraptured you so– it felt good to entertain her and make her laugh, much in the same vein as you felt doing similar for Aemond.

You admired her, in a way, she was such a strong woman, yet unmarried and without children. But she cited that she didn’t need them, the husband at least. She had confessed to you that she had been married before, long ago in her youth. ‘Young, dumb and in love’, she had explained it– only to find out that she was unable to have children. Your heart clenched as she told her story, how she desperately wanted children of her own and went into governess work to have some semblance of it.

In turn, you opened your heart to Alys, confiding about your mother and the struggles with losing her at such a young age. You cried and embraced her, to which she returned wholeheartedly– but she didn’t cry.

Your nights would come to a close within Aemond’s grasp, whether upon the bed, prostrated on his desk, or in the reading nook. ‘Twas a dreamy life for you.

You woke on a particularly dreary morning, over three months after your marriage, the downpour of sodden English weather clouding the skies and dampening the moods of everyone involved. Lightning struck, thunder rumbling the ground thoroughly and without mercy. When you stepped out of your bedroom, Aemond was still asleep– he had worked through the night on a massive proposal to the Lord of the next town over, working out some trade routes to have fresh fruit brought up to the estate in exchange for the homegrown honey.

Your bare feet padded on the wooden floors, they were cold and the air felt… thick and slightly electrified. It sent your head into a tizzy as you grabbed the metal knob of the washroom door, feeling a sparking jolt go through you. It shocked you! Rattled, but undeterred, you put your hand on the knob again and attempted to open it, only to be met with another tremor of electricity, stinging the palm of your hand.

“Come on,” you groaned in frustration, practically crossing your legs by how badly you needed to relieve yourself. Electroshock therapy be damned, you wouldn’t be shut out of the privy any longer. You pressed your shoulder to the door, twisting the knob as it continually pestered you with numbing sparks, then gave the door a firm push– it gave away, opening and sending you sprawling to the floor at a high velocity. You landed on your knees, face inches away from the lip of the tub; you cringed as you imagined the sight of your face smashed to a jelly, bleeding out upon the floor. Small mercies.

Pulling yourself up, you glanced over the bathtub, using it as leverage to get up. Upon looking into it, you saw something you never expected to– a woman, nude and red haired with translucent skin was curled in the bath in a fetal position, her throat slashed and bleeding red rivulets, blending into the small droplets of water that lined the tub. You were too surprised to scream, pushing yourself back from the tub and once again sprawling to the floor, mouth agape.

You were going insane– surely…

Your heart was in your throat as you eased up, glancing back into the tub. The woman was gone, the porcelain lining of the tub clean as could be.

Mayhaps Alys’ ghost stories had gotten to you, more than you thought?

Turning around to finally use the privy, you were in awe that you didn’t piss yourself, you sat down on the toilet, your head in your hands as you emptied your overly full bladder. It was silent, save for the sound of the rain pattering against the stained glass window pane, the distant rumble of thunder and… heavy breathing. You stopped your own breaths– the sound consisted. It was right in front of you.

With shaky hands slowly moving away from your eyes, you looked upon who was in front of you. It was the woman you saw in the bathtub– her neck still bleeding, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her face stained with tears and blood. Her chest rose and fell heavily with her ghastly breaths as she stared right at you. Her jaw was broken, mouth off kilter as it was agape with her labored puffs, teeth askew and rotted. You still felt like you weren’t breathing, your heart pattering like a hummingbird in your chest, about to explode.

“Who. Are. You.” she asked, voice far away and broken, like a whisper on the wind.

“L-Lady Targaryen,” you responded, your head pounding in sync with your heart– you felt like you were about to pass out.

The woman looked at you, her already wide eyes widening beyond the point they should even be able to, the sclera eclipsed in pure red, tinging on inky black ichor. Her hand, gaunt and bony, raised to you, her pointer finger pointing at you, inches away. “You,” she hissed. “You. Won’t leave this place. You. Will die. And stay here. Bones and all. Sinew and muscle, pulled from flesh.”

“W-who are you? How can I help you?” you whispered frantically, your entire body shaking.

Her mouth twisted into a sickly smile. “You. Cannot help. For I– am you. Lady Targaryen. One. Of many.”

You blinked, eyes roving to think of something to respond– but when you looked up, she was gone. The air was normal and the storm outside had quelled. It was as if nothing had happened. You sat still on the toilet, eyes open until they started to burn.

What just happened? Are you truly going mad?

You rushed downstairs after, almost tripping and falling at least twice along the way. You rushed to find Alys, who you hoped would quell your mind like the storm had been.

“Alys,” you croaked, flying into the kitchen like a bat out of hell. “Alys, Alys,” you blubbered, you weren’t sure when you started crying.

She was sitting at the table, up in an instant. “My dear, my dear, what’s happened? Are you alright?” she crooned, arms around you instantly.

“I-I… please, promise you won’t think I’m mad–”

“We are all mad in some ways, dearest. You can tell me anything.” she hummed, sitting you down on your chair and fixing your tea for you, bringing over the fresh honey, the comb still attached.

“T-there was a woman,” you breathed, your finger slicing across your neck to indicate where her bleeding wound had been. “S-she… she… she said I’m going to die?” you took your tea with a shaky hand, sipping, but it didn’t help calm you. “I-I’m a horror author, I shouldn’t be scared of this sort of thing, Alys! What is wrong with me? I’m going mad.”

“Shh, shh, dove,” she instructed, pulling her chair around the table to sit close to you, arm still around you. “Just breathe– did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Y-yes– I.. I think so,” you murmured, hands still shaking.

Alys took your hand in hers, the other going to spoon some honey from the bowl. She roved small smoothing circles over the back of your palm. “You must get more rest, dearest. I’ll make you a tea tonight, it will help,” she whispered, her mouth close to your ear as she guided the spoon of honey, comb and all, towards your mouth. “Open.”

You had to chalk it up to the storm, the nightmare or whatever you could categorize your encounter with the ghostly woman as, but you recused yourself into Alys’ touch, eyes trained taut upon her as you opened your mouth. She spooned the honey onto your tongue, pulling the utensil away with a sticky trail of saliva and honey– to which she proceeded to lick off.

Your head was swirling– you had admired Alys and thought her beautiful from the moment you saw her and you always liked women. You thought them soft and warm and could fill a certain void within you left by the death of your mother– but you had never… thought of a woman in a romantic light, surely? Your heart skipped a beat as you were so close to her, mouth parted. You could smell her light perfume, a lovely scent of vanilla and floral notes.

The same feeling of elation that you felt when Aemond caressed you, kissed you, whispered sweet nothings to you was prominent in the pit of your stomach. You could count the speckles of light hazel in her emerald eyes from your close proximity. It was unsure who closed the gap first– but your lips melded to Alys’, tasting the sweet honey on her mouth, swiping your tongue across them to gather the syrupy nectar. Her hand caressed the back of your neck so tenderly as you pressed closer together, mouths parting to envelop each other’s tongues until the tastes of both of you were one in the same– saccharine, cloying, sticky sugar.

You had forgotten who you were or where you were, only enjoying the moment with Alys, when you heard the rumble of thunder off in the distance, it broke you from your union. Panic washed over you, your face going beet red.

What had you done?

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pinkyjulien · 5 months

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I really, really hate the "Female V is canon" vs "Male V is canon" debate that been popping here and here in the tags those past weeks

Cyberpunk 2077 is a Role Playing Game, there is no "canon" protagonist, that's the whole point. We all have a different playstyles, different stories and headcanons, our custom V is The Canon V of Our Own playthroughs!

After Phantom Liberty dropped, I've seen a lot of players, on Tumblr or Twitter, voicing their concerne and disappointment in how much more Female V focused the official promo, videos and even in-game credits became

I was one of them too, expressing my feelings multiple times, sometimes awkwardly, frustrated that Male V players were once again brushed to the side, because that's how it feels like, right?

Well, it might feels like it, but this isn't the case AT ALL, far from it. This is only what I would call a "Fandom Phenomenon" and I want to talk more about it a bit

I had a great conversation with a friend of mine who works in the game industry and it opened my eyes on the matter, and I've since been really interested in seeing RPGs statistics!

Because it's really, really important to make the difference between the Casual Player Base (majority of players) and the Fans / Fandom Base (minority of players)

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I always been lurking in fandoms here on Tumblr, since Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and now with Cyberpunk 2077 and Baldur's Gate 3

First I want to drop some stats- might be completly wrong, but I'm only sharing my point of view here, in an attempt to explain why some people are frustrated with Female V being the focus (and why we shouldn't be!)

I think it's not wrong to say that fandoms are mostly occupied by women and fem-identifying individuals; fandoms are a safe place for players and fans to share their passions. Women are STILL HEAVILY harassed and hated in the gaming industry as a whole, it doesn't take a lot of digging to catch a vile comment on Twitter or on Twitch for example, you cannot go far without seeing someone either attacking or sexualizing them

This is a huge problem in the industry still, every games that release with a female protagonist get trashed- just look at the bullshit surrounding GTA 6 just because players will be able to play as a woman as an option

Fandoms are also safe for non-gender conforming people, non-binaries, trans people and queer men, but I think fem individuals and women are a clear majority, at least on Tumblr (only talking about genders identity here and not about being queer or not, not talking about sexualities or attraction) (not an official stat at all and only my point of view and experience from being on Tumblr since ~2012)

Now let's talk about Cyberpunk 2077- because this is my main fandom since 2020, and what prompted me to write this post in the first place

CDPR didn't share any stats recently, but it's REALLY SAFE to assume the MAJORITY of players are playing a straight Male V romancing Panam, followed by a lesbian Female V romancing Judy, but the player pools for both options are still majoritarly cis hetero men (and they are still the focus for AAA studios to sell their games, this is sadly just how it is)

However on the fandom side, Fem V was always the focus; virtual photography, mods, ships, OCs... She was always more popular than Male V, getting more interactions and notes and why trends like "Male V monday" were created and why there is still a lack of male V focused mods (non-binaries and trans fem folks and characters are also sadly under-represented in all type of content and art)

So, being yourself as a non-fem player, playing as a Masc V, seeing CDPR officially make the switch from Male V to Female V, when the space you've been in for the past 3 years has been overwhelmingly Female V focused on all front, was a bit of a punch in the guts; like I said earlier, I was reaaally frustrated with this too!

And I'd say it's "normal"? or at least "ok" to feel this way, it makes sense considering how little attention Male V in general get in the fans community

BUT. BUT... It's REALLY important here to realize how we sound and how we look like when we voice our frustrations on the matter; we sound and look just like all the misogynistic people over on Twitter who screams about "woke games" everytime there is a female protagonist in their "non political games". We have to remember that fandoms are suuuch a small part of the game industry

Baldur's Gate 3 recently shared their stats and this interesting tweet got into my dash

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Astarion is nowhere to be seen in the official most romanced companions statistic, but I'm sure a lot of people will agree that he's probably the most popular one in the fandom side!

Another stat here from Mass Effect and really interesting info coming from David Gaider about how the hardcore fanbase aka fandom's choices were WILDLY different from the casual / main player pool

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Getting my head out of the fandom bubbles and seeing the bigger picture, how much under-represented women still are in official medias (not talking about fan content) and how insanly misoginistic the game industry still is, both on the player and devs sides, helped me handle my own frustration on the matter, accept and even celebrate Female V being the focus for the Phantom Liberty campaign

With all that said tho, we all should be able to vent about the lack of Male, Masc and Non-Binary content in the fandom side, while still being aware of the industry state, it CAN co-exist! It doesn't make anyone a bad or misogynist person!

We are all humans and can be awkward and make mistakes, especially when voicing frustration or talking while in a negative mood. Let's educate one another in good-faithed manners when we slip instead of jumping to conclusion and throw accusations

Not gonna lie I kind of lost my train of thoughts and not sure how to finish this post, but I hope this can enlight some people on why CDPR made this choice!

Repeating this as a finale note; this doesn't mean that Female V is the "main" V or "canon" V . It's simply her time to shine, and it's well deserved! The industry needs it

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #text #long post #like- LONG LONG post hgfhgf #hope my rambling makes sense #I legit been really interested in reading these statistics #hope CDPR will drop a similar sheet since the Ultimate edition is out :O #pinky hot take

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kckt88 · 4 months

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Take My Breath Away VIII

Summary:

A glimpse of the past to understand the present.

Warning(s): Death, Grief, Mourning, Language.

Word Count: 2083

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @a-beaverhausen, @ammo23, @immyowndefender, @watercolorskyy, @toodlesxcuddles

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Vaeryna had no idea what she would face as she descended through the clouds on the back of her Cannibal.

The Velaryon blockade in the Gullet had been attacked by Triarchy ships and caught in the middle had been the ‘Gay Abandon’ the ship that was carrying her brothers Aegon and Viserys to Pentos.

It had been Jace’s idea to send their brothers to foster with the Prince of Pentos during the war to ensure their safety, but not long after their ship had left Dragonstone, the Triarchy attacked.

Jacaerys and his dragon Vermax had gone to aid the Velaryon fleet and rescue Aegon and Viserys, but he had not returned.

Vaeryna hadn't even finished reading the letter from her mother before she had mounted Cannibal and took to the sky.

The sky was filled with thick black smoke as torn sails, and burning galleys littered the surface of the water. Countless ships had been destroyed.

She had arrived to late to help, and now her brothers were missing.

Vaeryna and Cannibal searched the water of the Gullet for what seemed like an age, passing over the countless charred shipwrecks again and again, calling out Jace’s name.

Just when she was about to give up hope, Cannibal let out a low whine as he turned towards a small island outcrop.

It was barely visible through all the smoke, but Vaeryna squinted her eyes and spotted the body of Vermax resting on a distant shoreline.

Cannibal landed with ground shaking thud, and Vaeryna vaulted from his back, tripping over her own feet as she landed heavily in the sand.

“Vermax” muttered Vaeryna as she ran her hand over the dragons maw.

Cannibal lumbered forward and nudged Vermax, but the dragon was unmoved, one of his eyes had been pierced by a cross bow bolt and a grapnel was tangled around one of his hind legs.

“JACAERYS” screamed Vaeryna as she looked out over the dark rippling water.

Cannibal let out a thunderous earth-shattering roar of anger as he loomed protectively over the body of Vermax.

“J-JACE” shouted Vaeryna, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Sister”

Vaeryna whirled around and spotted her younger brother sitting next to a rocky crag, clinging to the dead body of his dragon Stormcloud.

“Aegon” exclaimed Vaeryna as she slowly approached her shaking little brother.

“Stormy is dead” wailed Aegon.

“I’m so sorry” whispered Vaeryna as she pried Aegon away from his dragon and held him in her arms.

“J-Jace saved me” muttered Aegon pressing his face into Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“Where is Jace?” asked Vaeryna as she looked around wildly.

Aegon raised a shaky hand and pointed towards the other end of the island outcrop.

“Stay with Cannibal” urged Vaeryna.

Aegon wiped his nose on his sleeve and remained on the ground. His little hands once again reaching for Stormcloud.

Vaeryna ran as fast she could and let out a scream of horror as she found Jacaerys face down in the sand.

“No, no, no” begged Vaeryna as she knelt down beside Jace and rolled him over.

There were three broken arrows lodged in his chest, and by some miracle he was still breathing.

“V-Vaeryna” gurgled Jace a trail of blood running from his mouth.

“Come on, we need to get you back to Dragonstone, to Maester Gerardys”.

“Aeg-“ rasped Jace.

“He’s ok-where’s Viserys?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I couldn’t save him-“ wheezed Jace.

The time to grieve Viserys would have to wait until later, because right now Vaeryna had to get Jace and Aegon back to Dragonstone.

Getting Aegon on the back of Cannibal had been easy enough, but Vaeryna couldn’t lift Jace, no matter how hard she tried.

The tears of rage and frustration rolled down her face, she would not leave her husband here to die alone.

Cannibal sensing his rider’s distress, took the initiative and scooped Jace as gently as he could into his clawed foot.

“Hold him tight” urged Vaeryna as she mounted Cannibal, wrapped her arms around Aegon and gave the command to fly.

In all the time they had been bonded Cannibal had never flown so fast, sensing his riders need for haste.

They had to get back, there couldn’t be any delay. Jace needed see Maester Gerardys immediately.

Soon they were landing on Dragonstone and were surrounded by a flurry of guards.

“Take Jace to Gerardys at once” ordered Vaeryna.

“Yes, of course Princess” replied one of the guards as he hoisted Jace into his arms.

“Vaeryna” exclaimed Rhaenyra.

“Mother” gasped Vaeryna as she rushed into her mothers arms and hugged her.

“Where is Viserys?” asked Rhaenyra looking for her youngest son.

“H-He’s gone mother, he couldn’t be saved” whispered Vaeryna as she clasped her arms around her mother even tighter to prevent her from collapsing to the floor.

“A-Another of my boys lost to the sea,” cried Rhaenyra.

“Let’s get you inside” said Vaeryna as she took her mother by the hand and led her inside Dragonstone.

Vaeryna gently laid down next to Jace and placed her head on his shoulder.

Maester Gerardys had done everything he could to save Jace, but one of the arrows had pierced an artery close to his heart and there was nothing anyone one could do, and it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to his wounds.

Rhaenyra had been inconsolable at the news and had to be escorted to her own chambers, so the duty of watching over Jacaerys in his final moments had fallen to Vaeryna.

“V-Vaeryna” gasped Jace.

“I’m here” replied Vaeryna as she stroked his cheek.

“I-I’m s-sorry”.

“For what?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I broke my promise” exclaimed Jace.

“None of that matters now” whispered Vaeryna as she placed a kiss on Jace’s forehead.

“L-Love you” wheezed Jace.

“I love you too” replied Vaeryna her eyes filling with tears.

“N-No don’t cry. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” said Jace.

“How am I supposed to live without you?” asked Vaeryna sadly.

“Y-You will find a way” said Jace a tear running down his cheek.

“I wish we had more time”.

“J-Just h-hold m-me” stuttered Jace.

Vaeryna didn’t need telling twice and after some careful manoeuvring, she enveloped Jace in her arms and held him close.

In those moments, Vaeryna could almost imagine the life they would've had - Jace's warm smile as they had a wedding in front of their family, his delight when she told him she was with child, his joy when he held his first born in his arms, his love when he held their second, and his pride when their children had their dragons.

Vaeryna could almost picture a boy with her silver hair and a girl with Jace's dark curls.

But that image began to faded away.

Soon Jace’s breathing began to slow until his chest was barely moving, Vaeryna tried to be strong, but she couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

They had only just got married, albeit in secret but still, it was theirs and theirs alone. It had been filled with so much love that it had been difficult not to consummate but Jace wanted to wait, there was still a war to be won and he would not risk his mother’s alliance with Lord Corlys as technically he was still betrothed to Baela, and of course the sea snake might see it as an insult if he ever found out.

But such things were not important now, all that mattered was Jacaerys.

Jace squeezed her hand and gave her one last weak smile before his eyes became sightless orbs staring into nothingness.

He was gone and he had taken her heart with him.

Vaeryna didn’t exactly know how long she held Jace’s body against her own, but he’d since grown cold, the warmth leaving him forever.

As much as she didn’t want to let him go, Vaeryna knew she had too, she summoned Maester Gerardys and allowed to make the necessary arrangements with the silent sisters as she went to inform her mother of Jace’s death.

Her mother looked haunted, as she stared at the wall. The tears rolling down her cheeks.

“M-My son. My first boy” wailed Rhaenyra as she rocked back and forth in front of the fireplace.

Vaeryna didn’t answer, she just sat next to her mother in silence, allowing her own grief to swallow her whole.

On the day of Jace’s funeral the still quiet air around Dragonstone was filled with the sounds of high-pitched whistling roars as Caraxes made his approach.

Her father at least had the decency to return for this, although Vaeryna was still upset with him for what she saw him doing at Harrenhal with that dark-haired green-eyed whore.

Vaeryna always believed that the type of love her parents had was the stuff of those fairytale books that she used to read as a child. All consuming, ridiculous, and downright gross at times. But then she fell in love with Jace, and she finally understood that what her parents had wasn’t so bad.

But to see her father intimately embraced with a woman who wasn’t her mother, kind of shattered the illusion of true love a little bit, because if a love like what Daemon and Rhaenyra had could be broken, then what hope was there for the rest of them.

She knew her parents had been having issues since the Blood and Cheese incident, but it was still no excuse for her father to take another woman bed.

The brazen whore-Alys she was called, was a creature of opportunity and had tried to tempt Vaeryna with her sweetened voice, whispering of prophecy and visions in the flames. But it was to no avail as Vaeryna would not listen to the incessant ramblings of a wanton ally cat with looser morals than her old cunny.

No. Today was not the time to dwell on her father’s questionable exploits it was about paying respects to Jacaerys and saying goodbye.

There so few of them left now, and in her solitude, Rhaenyra had grown paranoid for the lives of her remaining children.

So, after the funeral had been conducted and Jace’s body had been burnt by the fires of her dragon Syrax, Rhaenyra had commanded Vaeryna to take her little brother Aegon to the Vale.

It was actually Daemon who gave pause, he mused that word would soon spread about the battle of the Gullet and the losses incurred. But what if it was assumed that Aegon had also perished alongside his brothers.

He was the last male child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and he was a risk to the Greens, what better way to ensure his continued safety than to have people think that he was dead.

Vaeryna had so far stayed out of the war at her mothers command and if she was to return to the Vale with Aegon under cloak no one would be any wiser.

Of course, Lady Jeyne would need to be informed of the situation, but it was the only way to ensure Aegon’s safety whilst the war still raged.

Rhaenyra was hesitant to agree at first, but he was the last of her sons to live and she didn’t know how she would cope if she lost him, so with a heavy heart and promise from Vaeryna, the last of the rightful Queens children were on their way to the Vale under the cover of nightfall.

Originally the plan had been to keep Aegon hidden in the Vale until the war was over.

Kings Landing had fallen to her mother and the kinslayer had fallen victim to the praying mantis at Harrenhal, at her father’s request as it turned out.

Of course, the whore had been more than happy to keep the pretty green boy company, and for all the insults Vaeryna could have levied against her, deep down she was a tiny bit impressed, Aemonds own mother had been imprisoned and yet the boy too enamoured with his bed mate had so far seemed disinclined to take his leave and return to Kings Landing to rescue her.

Her mother now sat the Iron Throne as she was always meant too, victory was within their grasp.

But then word reached the Vale of Maelor and Daeron’s deaths, then her sweet aunt Helaena had flung herself from one of the windows in Maegor’s Holdfast.

Riots were erupting all over Kings Landing and in his anger Aemond had abandoned Harrenhal, taken to the skies on Vhagar and set fire the River Lands, destroying everything and everyone in his path.

Sabitha Fey took revenge for those who had been lost during the River Lands massacre and executed Alys when she seized control of Harrenhal, of course the old witch had tried to charm her way out of the shit she was in, but Sabitha would not be moved, and with one quick swipe of her blade, Alys had lost her head.

The worst news Vaeryna received was that her mother and father were dead.

Her father had gone to challenge Aemond, the two of them had fought in the skies above the Gods Eye on the back of their dragons, and her father had perished alongside his faithful dragon Caraxes.

Vaeryna couldn’t believe it, her father was gone. He seemed so indestructible, there was nothing he couldn’t do, at one point she was convinced her father would outlive them all.

Then there was her mother, her beautiful mother who had died alongside Syrax trying to save the dragons trapped in the pit.

Dreamfyre and Morghul had managed to flee albeit injured but her mother and Syrax had not been so lucky. But to hear of it was something else, the realms delight had stared death in the face and fought bravely until the very end, killed by the people of Kings Landing who had once raised their cups in celebration of her name.

Vaeryna was inconsolable after the deaths of her parents, she locked herself in her chambers and refused to see or speak to anyone.

They were gone, her brothers, her parents. There was no one left except for her and Aegon.

The Greens celebrated their victory in Kings Landing and Vaeryna mourned in the Vale.

Vaeryna couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing her mother had said too her as they stood on the shores of Dragonstone, she had known all along about her relationship with Jacaerys, and they would have been given her blessing had he lived. But she urged Vaeryna to consider a marriage to Cregan Stark, not for loyalty or political alliance but for safety.

Lord Stark was indeed a good honourable man and Vaeryna would not only keep her promise to her mother to keep Aegon safe no matter the cost, but she would marry Stark and go North, Cannibal wouldn’t like the snow, but he would get used to it in time.

But then a letter arrived from the King and her plans changed again, she was foolish to think the Greens would leave her alone.

Obviously, they still thought that she was the last living child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and they couldn’t risk her marrying elsewhere.

The usurper King couldn’t sire anymore children and his only living child was a girl, so it was pretty obvious what they wanted her for.

Jeyne and Cregan had been instrumental in their aide when it came to covering up Aegon’s survival, but Vaeryna knew the Greens would come eventually and when they discovered her brother was alive, he would be killed. His very existence was a threat to the Greens hold on the Iron Throne.

Even in death her mother still had supporters and Vaeryna wouldn’t have her brother being used as some figurehead to start another war.

Cregan offered to take Aegon to Winterfell, he was of an age where he could be passed off as his son. Obviously, the hair would need to be covered but it was the only thing that made any sense, of course running away to Essos had it’s merits but how soon before they were discovered.

At least if Vaeryna sold herself to the Greens, she would be close enough to hear of any whispers surrounding her brother should they receive word of his survival. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Vaeryna had to harden her heart and strengthen her resolve as she was about to enter the den of green snakes.

She would do her duty and lay with the kinslayer, she would bear his children and one day her son would be King, the blood of her mother and father would sit the Iron Throne. Her son would carry their legacy within him.

Informing Aegon of what was going to happen had been difficult, the boy had screamed and cried for days.

He was so young, but he had to know, he had to understand that all of this was for him, to keep him safe.

Cregan had been worth his salt in that regard as well, and after spending the day with the wolf, Aegon begrudgingly accepted his fate.

Jeyne wasn’t too happy with what Vaeryna was willing to sacrifice but she had no choice but to accept it. Vaeryna’s mind was made up.

She would go to Kings Landing and do her duty. Of course, if they were under the expectation that she would be meek and submissive, they were sadly mistaken.

Those green cunts clearly had no idea what they were letting themselves in for. Vaeryna was the daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, rider of the Cannibal and she was ready.

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── AND IT'S JUST AS GOOD AS I KNEW IT WOULD BE ★.

PAIRING: jacaerys velaryon x female reader.

SUMMARY: after a harsh argument, you ask jace for a kiss in order to forgive him, not expecting the prince to aim for your lips, or to feel so heated in such a short time.

WARNINGS: slightly angsty at the beginning, friends to lovers, curse words, pet name, smut with plot, loss of virginity, hand-job, fingering, p in v, playing with cum a little bit.

WC: 8.5K

NOTES: jace needs more appreciation.

The breeze feels warm but fresh on your skin, and the sun is just about to set as you stroll happily around the castle, the skirts of your dress bouncing. It has been a good day so far. With Jace's name day approaching, a few lords and their families were already arriving at the island for the festivity taking place in just a couple of days, including your parents and siblings. The lessons were fun and interesting, especially with the different takes of the other ladies that are visiting. Later, Rhaenyra had a dress fitting session, in which she insisted that you and the silver-haired sisters choose something for yourselves as well. The afternoon went by quickly once surrounded by fabrics, jewelry, and laughter.

You were about nine years old when you became Princess Rhaenyra's ward. Being one of the youngest in a huge family, your father sent you to Dragonstone as a symbol of his loyalty to the black princess, who treats you with the utmost kindness and respect. You were quick to adapt and feel far from unsatisfied with the life you have been building for yourself in the crownlands.

But something is missing throughout the day, creating a small void within your chest. You have not been able to see Jace, and you crave his company. The reason as to why you are descending to the beach in long strides, where you were informed the young men were still training since late morning.

The friendship between the two of you was immediate and intense as soon as you arrived, and though you grew to care for all of the family, the older prince seemed to steal most of your affection effortlessly.

Clashing steel and loud manly voices fill your ears as you arrive at the beach. Lucerys is currently sparring with a boy around his age who you recognize to be from House Blackwood, while Jacaerys seems to be deep in conversation with a few lords. A smile creeps into your face as you rush your steps.

"Jace!" You shout as you stop in front of him. "I miss you." You raise your hand to fix his hair as you are used to, but your hand is slapped away.

Confusion washes over your face due to his unusual behavior. There are a few snickers from the young lords around him and Jace flushes.

"My Prince is fine, or have you forgotten your manners?" His tone is cold and sharp, lacking the tenderness often reserved for you, and your eyebrows raise in surprise.

"What?" You scoff in annoyance, shooting a glance at the other boys, Were they the reason he was being so unpleasant? Was he ashamed of you? A great indignation sweeps over you at the thought. "Jace—" You purposely emphasize his name again, ready to load your irritation on him when you're cut off.

Followed by wolf whistles there was a firm hand around your upper arm, the prince's expression hardened. You could feel your stomach dropping at that, never had he looked at you that way. Rarely did you two fight, even as children, your friendship was always a sweet and courteous one.

"Can we speak in private, my lady?" It's more of an order than an actual request as he drags you across the beach and behind one of the multiple rocks, hidden from curious eyes and ears.

He's furious, you could sense it as he let go of your arm. And it's the same sentiment as standing close to a dragon: dangerous and unpredictable. Your heart drums against your ribcage. Oh, how foolish one has to be to doubt that Jacaerys is the blood of the dragon for even a second. All you can see in front of you right now is an enraged beast.

"You will apologize to me." He demands.

"Apologize for what?" You are incredulous, and the fact you have never seen him act this way should be enough reason to not push him, but at this moment, you are feeling just as prideful as he is.

"For disrespecting me! What else?"

"Disrespect? I called you by your name!"

"Jace is what my family calls me, you are not. Please, know your position." He says sternly.

You gasp, mouth wide open as your heart sinks. "You do not mean!"

Jace sighs deeply, closing his eyes for a second to keep his control. "I cannot have you approaching me as a common bastard with little to no regard for social customs in front of men I am supposed to lead one day. If a lady like yourself does not deem it worthy to address me in the correct style, how will they? Do you genuinely do not see the issue?"

There's much you want to say, much you want to discuss and disagree, curse him even, but it's that damned word that rings the most to you, bastard. You know how delicate the topic is to Jace, how in front of everyone he pretends it doesn't bother him, but in truth, the stares and whispers and uneasiness of the future always stressed him to a fault. Usually, it was not a problem at home, but this week the island is full of visitors from all over the Seven Kingdoms, most of them not necessarily favoring greens or blacks as some houses have, at least not publicly yet. Meaning a lot more whispers, more stares, and more insults masked as plain light-hearted jests.

It's the first time you realize how so many people might be a little too much to deal with, especially for someone so eager to prove themselves at all times like Jacaerys. Nonetheless, his actions sting, and so badly. You are not deserving of his wrath and therefore would not accept it.

"But must you be so mean to me?"

"Mean?!" His voice gets louder, clearly losing the small amount of patience he was still holding onto. "I am simply trying to teach you the proper way to address your future ruler."

It's enough for you, you cannot bear it, as if you are talking to a stranger and not your greatest friend. The rage and arrogance are so unlike him, that it is just odd and infuriating to see. You hate it. "I do not need you to teach me manners! And we are far beyond such customs, Jacaerys. You know it."

"You will apologize to me." He repeats himself once more, growing agitated.

"I will not!"

"You will or you might as well face punishment for such insolence, do you truly want to embarrass your family like that in front of all these people?"

It takes a while for his words to sink in, but when it does, your breathing is erratic, and eyes burning with unshed tears, hurt and angry. You refuse to cry, but why is it so hard?

It is ridiculous the power Jacaerys has over you and for such a long time now. How a different glance, a shrug, or a specific tone of voice could make you recoil to yourself, unknowingly ruining your mood as you wondered if perhaps you could've done something to upset him. Those moments are forgotten the moment he smiles brightly at you again or ruffles your hair teasingly, back at his usual self. But then it would happen again and you would be reminded of how much you blindly seek his approval, even if you try your hardest not to.

Jace's face softens at your teary eyes, regret and shock swallowing him, suddenly and immediately. His mind is fuzzy. As if a bucket of iced cold water had been thrown over him, or if his eyes were seeing clearly for the first time after walking through a mist. Oh. He cursed himself countless times in just a few seconds. He despised seeing you cry, he despised even more to be the reason for it. "Forgive me, I did not mean—"

It is too late. You turn on your heels, clutching your skirts, and running away from him as fast as you could, your flat shoes burying on the soft sand. Your vision is completely blurred by the tears as you intend to make your way back to the castle. There's more laughter from the lords as you pass by them. You couldn't care less, your stomach churning.

Jace paid them no mind as well, forgetting all about the reputation he wanted to create among them. He races after you almost desperately as he shouts your name, which only makes you sprint faster through the craggy pavement. Suffocated by his frustrations, he unloaded them on the last person he would wish to, and he would be doomed if he didn't repair the damage he just made. He couldn't remember a time he felt as guilty and ashamed as right now. Absolute moron.

A couple of minutes later, you're growing tired from the run, which gives Jace the perfect opportunity to grab your upper arm again, but this time much gentler. He makes you turn around to face him, warm brown eyes pleading. You despised how pretty those eyes got when the sun reflected in them, how gorgeous he looked bathed by sunlight. "Please." He utters, his breath heavy.

You struggle your arm out of his grip, a scowl on your face, now wet from tears. "Let me be."

"Please, please, please," He moves his body to halt in front of you. "Let me speak."

"I do not wish to speak with you." You try to dodge him and walk again, but he swiftly blocks you, your name falling from his lips almost like a prayer. That makes you hesitantly look at him, a silent agreement for him to continue.

"I am tremendously sorry. I swear it. I was unfair, I know," He says in a rush, brows pinching together as he reaches for your hands. You didn't bother to retrieve it. "I… There's no excuse. I was harsh and a fool because I couldn't handle my stress. I am so sorry, I feel so terrible right now. Just please, forgive me." He rambles.

You shook your head repeatedly, a new pool of tears making your eyes shimmer. Jace could swear he felt as if he was being ripped apart, queasiness brutally hitting him.

"No, please don't cry." The prince brings your body forward as he hugs you almost instinctively, itching to comfort you in despair.

You didn't hug him back, but you didn't move either, his embrace was annoyingly a solace, even if he was the reason for your sadness. He strokes the side of your neck with one hand, and your back with the other in a soothing motion.

"No…" Is all that you can mutter in a whine before burying your face further in his chest, you shouldn't like his presence so much, you shouldn't like him so much, you shouldn't give someone so much importance and control.

"I am so sorry." He hugs you tighter, repeating the apology over and over in the shell of your ear, regret and shame filling his voice.

"You cannot hurt me like this." You say, feeling the weight of his words and actions.

Jace slowly pulls away, surprising you to see him looking so troubled. He softly cleans your tears with his thumbs. "I know. I was cruel for no reason, and you do not deserve it. I understand your anger and disappointment. Right now I am sharing the same sentiments about myself." He shook his head. "I do not know what to do except to apologize, I didn't mean to act so entitled. It was too much. I handled my problems in the worst of ways and didn't realize until I upset you."

"You hold my heart in your hands, Jace," You admit quietly as you sniff. "You cannot be so careless with it."

Jace held his breath, his heart beating impossibly faster at your words. You were always tender with one another, and such admissions, especially coming from you, were not rare. He could never tell if your affection was one of friendship or if it held more meaning, but it always made him warm inside. This one though, came as a dagger to his guts. With all his being, Jacaerys wished to undo all that had happened from the moment you stepped into the beach, running towards him with a beaming smile.

"I couldn't be more regretful than I am for my stupid actions," His voice is quiet and sad. "If we can sort this out between us now, I would be most grateful. Just tell me what I have to do. But if you truly desire to not speak to me, I will leave and not bother you again." He looks at you expectantly, fearful even.

You bite your lips, not quite able to give him an answer you didn't have. You were still displeased, and you would rather have the prince vanishing in thin air right now, or maybe slap his handsome face for acting so surly in an unjustified way. At the same time, you didn't want to leave it unresolved, to extend the issue for longer. You would have to talk at some point, either to forget about it or end your friendship at once. The last thought sends a wave of discomfort through your body, enough of an answer. You swallow hard.

"What are you so stressed about?" You have a good guess, you know him, but you want to hear it from his mouth directly.

With a sigh, anyone could hear the sheer honesty and exasperation in Jace's tone. "It is my responsibility, my duty," He looks down at his boots. "As the future heir to the throne, I need to be tough and make myself heard. There are certain expectations which I have to be prepared for." With a pause, he continues. "I have been on edge since the lords started arriving, and I snapped at you unfairly. There are so many stares and passive but accusatory comments, I just… can't let them see me as weak or undeserving in any way. I need to be perfect all the time, and I am not fucking perfect, at all." He chuckles wryly.

You exhale softly, it is not pity you feel, just comprehension with a bit of sadness. You couldn't fathom how much pressure the brunette was under, especially with the rumors and the tension between the family, his grandsire the only bridge holding it together, for now. He was right, there was no excuse regarding how he treated you, but his frustrations and fears were not meaningless. But it pains you to see him doubting himself like that. You've known Jacaerys for years, and you could not name a better person to be the future heir to the throne. Perhaps you are a little biased, but he was the representation of all good things to you, one of the reasons you believe genuine people still exist in such a malign world. He is not perfect, indeed, a flawed person like everyone else, but at least he always tries to be better, and that's more than most people you know could say.

"You will be prepared for it, Jace." Your voice is like a caress, strangely silky and firm at the same time. "I have no doubts. You are the most responsible person I know, intelligent, empathic, and fierce. You are trustworthy and honorable. You are respectful and you truly give your duty the importance it is due. You have all the attributes a good ruler should have, and you are so young. Those who do not see your value are blind and naive."

Jace bites his lips, almost drowning in gratitude. He looks deep into your eyes, trying to see any hint of deceit, of void words from a pitiful friend who doesn't believe in themselves entirely, but he does not see it. All the prince sees is an unnerving obstinacy.

"You mean it." He whispers, surprised.

You nod your head vehemently. "I do."

He could cry with such determined and honest praise after being plagued by the worst thoughts for days in a row, but he only smiles at you, shyly and fleeting, but sincere. "Thank you."

It is quiet after that, the birds squawking and waves crashing, the air filled with salt. It's a regular sound and smell, but the most comforting nonetheless, and what you relate to home. Not the rustling of the trees, the smell of the meadow, or the sound of the running stream back at your family's castle in the Riverlands, but this. You look out to the sea, the sky now turning purple and pink. After a few minutes of contemplation, Jacaerys speaks again, his legs quaking.

"I must know, will you be able to forgive me or will my sudden stupidity strain our relationship?" Jace fidgeted as he got closer to you, eyes wide, and you could feel the anxiety radiating off him. He is distressed.

You took your time answering him. "I am still upset." Not as much, but you wouldn't let him know that just yet.

"You have every right to be." He purses his lips as he looks away hopelessly. You do not feel sympathy, but a dark satisfaction at his despair after acting that way, and you try not to smile at it. "But I will not be able to sleep if I do not know if you will be able to forgive me or not, I cannot bear the thought of sleeping while we are on these ambiguous terms and you are angry at me, I—" He breathes in. "I cannot bear losing your friendship."

Seven. His insistence and desperation were certainly growing on you and melting the ice wall you have created not long ago. In truth, your anger and hurt were dissolving by the minute. Much stronger at the beach, but almost fading now. He takes your silence as a bad sign, and his hands find your waist, clinging to you for dear life.

"Please, I will do anything, just forgive me," He pleads once more. "I need you, I always need you. Terribly. You are my greatest friend and you are not allowed to leave me." His eyes are full of sorrow and longing.

You smirk. "Not allowed to leave? Is that an order?"

There's a shift in his eyes, a reluctant hope. "No, it is not, but it could be." There's teasing in his tone as well. "Please…"

Again, you look away to sort your thoughts. There is no use lying to yourself, no way of holding a grudge against him. In just a matter of minutes, the burning rage has become a faint flame, no way the resentment would survive till the end of the night. Seven hells, you were in deep, so supple to his wills and charms. You could pretend, give it more time, but the truth was as clear as a summer sky, so what is the point of dwelling on it, anyway?

"I will do anything." He mutters, squeezing your waist.

You decide then, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Anything?"

Relief and incredulously crosses his face, a smile mirroring your own. "Is that a yes?"

"Not quite…" Your eyes are mischievous.

"Just tell me what I have to do to make up for you." He urges.

It's a great opportunity to strike a good bargain with a prince, but you dismiss the thought. You were forgiving him because you believe he deserves it, that he was sincere in his apology, and because he is your most treasured friend. You could count on one hand the times he'd upset you in years when you saw each other almost every day, so there was some reliability in him. So instead, you jest, feeling quite cheeky. "Give me a kiss."

It's purposely plain phrased, devoid of a specific intention, because you simply do not care where the kiss is going to be placed. Though you certainly do not expect much, a forehead kiss, perhaps. It's completely up to him.

Jace's brows shoot up to his hairline as he watches you with curiosity, head tilted to the side as his body tingles. "A kiss?"

You smile again. "My price."

He chuckles, shifting closer to you, his hands still on your waist. One of them moves, cradling your face in a feathery touch. He's aware you probably meant a friendly kiss, on your cheek or nose, a small gesture that would make you both giggle, because you are not as nervous as he is. Jace, who has a slightly different idea. Your face is relaxed in a small smile, eyes twinkling with humor. A particularly high wind makes the sight of you almost ethereal under the twilight. His pounding heart is loud in his ears, a thousand butterflies flying around his stomach. The pain he felt at the risk of losing your fondness was excruciating, threatening to whisk away his breath and all that was joyful. He truly could not bear it, ever. He loves you, and far from a platonic way, it's obvious now. In an adrenaline rush, he finally locks your lips together in a long and loving peck.

You gasp into his mouth, completely taken aback, but soon you press your lips against his as well. It's so soft and warm that a shiver runs down your spine. Lovely. When you part, your mind has not exactly caught up with what just happened yet, and your breath is labored. Jace watches you, content to not see any negative emotion, although you seem pretty startled, eyes as wide as a deer.

"I am truly sorry for being so rude and mean pup," He apologizes once again, kissing the corner of your lips this time, so delicately you barely felt it. "So sorry."

You can barely remember what he is apologizing for, the events of the beach are now a distant memory with the feel of his lips so fresh in your mind. Your eyes are drawn to his pinkish lips, excitement running through your veins as your heart palpitates almost painfully.

You struggle to find words, your head spinning as you process it all, and when you do, your voice is weak. "It is alright…"

He smiles sheepishly at you, caressing the side of your face. "How do you feel about it? The kiss?"

You hum as you bite your lips to prevent a smile, a sudden shyness taking over you. "I enjoyed it."

"So did I."

Your gaze flickers down once again. You want more, you crave more, so profoundly and insistently, as if you needed to feed off him to survive. Felt too good. "Can this be an occurrence?" You wonder, voice faltering, but that didn't stop your fingers from caressing his plump lips.

Heat rises to Jace's face and neck, he barely contains the grin plastered on his face. "I wouldn't mind. Would you like it to be an occurrence?"

You nod your head eagerly, hands now around his neck. "I am afraid your lips are the best thing I have ever tasted."

Jace laughs to mask his embarrassment. "Ever the charmer. Maybe you should stop listening to the bards as much."

"Shush it, will you? This was my first kiss, actually," You confess. "Now I understand why people enjoy it so fervently."

He smiles fondly and scratches his head nervously before he speaks again, arms wrapped around your waist once more. "It was my first as well."

You blink twice, amazed by that piece of information. "Truthfully?"

"Yes," He chuckles. "Why would I lie about that?"

"It's surprising, that's all," You tilt your head. "Most young men like you are often engaged in depravity."

He rolls his eyes. "I am no prude, that I can assure."

"Doesn't sound like it." You tease.

"I was just waiting for a certain someone to indulge in these sinful desires."

You gasp excessively at his crudeness before giggling. You know he is joking, partially, the curves of his mouth lifted and the joyful look in his eyes indicates it. "Do it again."

He does, softly and slowly. You relish it, eyes fluttering shut as your blood runs hot.

"I might get addicted to this." You murmur, forehead resting on his.

"So will I." He says quickly before capturing your lips again.

This time your lips move together, growing more wet and provocative, and the second your tongues finally touch, the kiss deepening, your whole body jolts forward. A growing flame sets roots on your lower stomach. It's messy, a clash of teeth and instinctive tongues, but it's new and thrilling, and absurdly wonderful.

Jace holds you as if you are the most precious thing to exist and he is afraid you will vanish, or that he will wake up in his bed at any moment. His heart almost jumping off his chest reminds him this could not be a dream, though it certainly feels like one. It does not take long until you both establish a pace, and he swears this is the closest thing akin to flying. He feels remarkably light and excited, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was glowing inside out, the warmth spreading from head to toe inside him almost overwhelming.

Everything disappears, the people, the animals, the waves, and the wind on your ears, making your dress float. It's just the two of you and your lips eagerly moving together in such harmony you could fool one as being experienced lovers. You grab the hair at the nape of his neck, and Jace shudders. His body always seems to be warmer than your cold hands, and he loves the feel of this difference.

You are out of breath, struggling to keep pace, but you do not wish to stop, too greedy now that you finally got a taste of him. You could kiss him forever, you realize. However, you must. You are still in the open for anyone to see. Jace seems to have the same trail of thought as you as he parts, panting. You laugh out of pure happiness, lips swollen and eyes hooded.

"Certainly a new vice."

Jacaerys grins at you. "We should have done this sooner."

You can only agree. "Now we can make up for the lost time."

"And not get in trouble while we are at it." He steps back against his desire and looks around. Jace could only describe the lack of your body pressed to his as sickening. Still, when his eyes find yours again, he smirks.

"We will be careful." You rest your hands behind your back. "Do you wish to go to my chambers?"

Jace's throat bobs. He'd been at your chambers countless times, but he could not help but let his mind wander to dangerous scenarios after your shared kisses. He knew it was far from reasonable, but you probably meant no mischief, and he knows how to control himself and his urges, so he nods.

You two get to your destination with no trouble, both knowing the castle and its hidden passage and shortcuts like the palm of your hands. Once as children when your favorite play was to imagine yourselves exploring new lands, then a little bit older to sneak food and overhear the adult's conversations, and later when, more mature, it was considered inappropriate for the two of you to spend time alone. Inside your quarters, Jace's nerves calm down, your familiar scent lingering in the air is a source of comfort to him.

It is quite dark, with the sky now merging into a navy blue. No servants have passed into your room to light the candles yet, so you grab one candlestick, lighting it with one of the torches that were already lit in the hall. Then, you lock the door and light some others, your chambers gradually becoming visible.

Jace's already sitting on your bed, and you plop beside him with a wicked smile. No words are necessary as your lips find themselves locked again, hungrily and demanding, or when your hands trail each other's bodies through the soft clothing.

None of you could tell how much time has passed, too lost in the tangle of your passion. You are vaguely aware half of your body is on top of him, one of his arms circling your waist. Each kiss tastes better than the other as you both slowly grasp the craft behind kissing, growing more confident with it by the second.

But it's getting desperate and frustrating, the kisses not being quite enough to satiate your need. There is a known fire inside you, one that comes at night when you are alone, but so much stronger now, so stronger it makes thinking hard. It is primal and urging, devastating even. You want to whine, to get rid of that knot, but you cannot. It is so improper, more so than kissing a man in your private quarters, and you do not wish to scare Jace by being so forward. Seven, you were certainly scaring yourself with such heat. You don't even know what exactly you want, you just know you want badly enough to give anything that is asked of you to get it.

You shift your leg in a useless attempt to get rid of the uncomfortable dampness between your legs, but you accidentally brush your knee against Jace's crotch, and it is hard. The prince tenses beneath you, separating your lips in surprise. You pray that he cannot see how bashful you are, and you decide to occupy yourself instead, hiding your face.

Trailing little kisses along Jace's cheek, jaw, and neck. Jacaerys has to bite back a moan as you do so, his chest rising and falling way too rapidly. This feels like the seven heavens and hells at the same time. He smells mostly of sweat from the training, only a hint of his spearmint soap, but underneath it all there was just his scent, one you would custom a scented candle of if possible. You stick your tongue out, dragging it across the skin of his neck in wet kisses. Salty, delicious.

"Do you feel the same as me right now?" You ask curiously, voice muffled. "Such yearn."

Jace chuckles, his mouth drying out at the implication. His hand caresses your hair before kissing your cheek. "I feel exactly what you feel." He whispers, his voice hoarse, it does not soothe your discomfort, but the opposite.

Your breath gets caught in your throat. "It 's tempting."

"Very." He agrees. However, he is not certain either of you should act on it, thinking it would be better to get up and go to his quarters before it becomes too unbearable. The consequences of being caught would be dire. "We cannot."

"We should not, but we can."

"Alright, smart-mouthed." He rubs his fingers on your cheek lovingly as you look at him through your lashes. "Do you believe it would be worth it? Won't you regret it?"

"Hardly."

He gulps. He wants you so much, the aching in his pants proves it. But he cannot help the dread that creeps into him as well, furiously battling with his desire, and the prince has no clue who would win. He was not worried about himself, but rather with you. He was aware if you got caught and word spread around, it could ruin your life as a high-born lady. That was a terrifying risk, to imagine you suffering outlash and having your reputation strained forever. Jace didn't even let his mind wander to the paralyzing possibility of impregnating you, for various reasons. He's thinking so hard to make the decision that it almost hurts.

You notice the hesitancy, so you peck his lips calmly. "My handsome Jace, do not fret. We do not have to go any further."

"But I want to," He confesses. "More than anything."

You can hear your blood in your ears. "However…?"

"I'm nervous, about getting caught and you facing the harsher consequences, of disappointing you and making you miserable," He rambles. "Of you regretting it and hating me for eternity. I meant it, when I said I could not bear losing you. You are as important to me as the air that I breathe."

You smile fondly at him, your fingers tracing his eyebrow. "Do not choose for me. Just for you. I've made my decision. And I am unable to hate you. I'm certain I was made to love you," You chuckle. "Rest assured of that."

Jace blushes so hard it's impossible to hide it, and your amused smile only makes his cheeks grow hotter. He kisses you slowly and appreciatively. He feels at ease. The fear diminishes as he keeps savoring your mouth, the desire winning his inner battle. All Jacaerys could think about was being with you, inside you. He groans and turns your body completely in one motion, which makes you yelp in surprise. His body now hovers over yours, fitting so nicely in the middle of your legs. Your hands trail his arms to his neck as your kisses get messier.

"Tell me you really want this," He kisses your neck, making you shiver. "If you don't, I will stop."

"If you stop—" You pause to catch your breath, eyes shut as he keeps his mouth on your neck. "If you stop I will stab you."

He laughs, a sound so deep and boyish you can feel yourself clenching around nothing.

"Come here." He sits on his knees, helping you to get seated as well, your back to him.

Jace undoes the buttons of your dress clumsily and painfully slowly, and you suspect his hands are shaking. You easily get rid of it after he finally unclasps the last one, the material falling to the ground and leaving you in your thin shift. You do not know what came to you as you take it off completely, becoming fully naked in front of him.

There is no hint of shyness in him anymore, his jaw is clenched, making it even more prominent than normal, and he looks close to consuming you raw. You enjoy it.

"Fuck," He rasps, eyes unmoving from your form. "You are stunning."

You giggle a little before getting on the bed again, both of you standing on your knees. Jace wastes no time grabbing you, the feel of your bare skin intoxicating. His warm hands move along your waist to your lower back and then to the swell of your breasts. He pecks you. "Can I?"

You nod, your fine hairs stirred up due to his touches. He grips your breasts softly, as if afraid to hurt you. He massages them making you exhale loudly, and he smirks a little. He then pinches one of your nipples, circling it curiously. "Is this uncomfortable?"

"Not at all." He hums in acknowledgment.

"Should I continue?"

"Mhum."

His hold becomes firmer and you gasp. "Good?"

"Yes." You confirm before your lips find him again fiercely.

In the middle of heated kisses, you help Jace get out of his tunic, undershirt, and trouser, tossing them around your chamber. Your hands explore the defined muscles of his abdomen, training for hours on end favored his physic. You part so you can admire him, the pool of desire inside you only growing larger. He is lean but strong. When your eyes lock on his hard member, you stare at it more than you should, but he does not seem to mind. You wet your lips, amazed by it. It's pretty, you realize. You did not know it could be pretty, once you have heard a few ladies talking about how ugly it commonly was, though it still felt good. But there are no other words you would describe Jace's cock.

It just seems right with the rest of his appearance, long but not scarily so, in honesty, it looks like the perfect size, and it's thick. A large vein runs through the side, and you fight back the urge to lick it. The tip, and the base around it, are a brownish pink, and his dark pubic hair is well trimmed. You want to reach out and touch it, so you ask if you can.

"Please," Jace says airily.

Your hand wraps around it, your thumb caressing the visible vein, your eyes sparkling as you look down at the sight. Jacaerys hums, the noise coming from the deep of his throat, hips jerking slightly into your hand pleasantly and his belly's twitch doesn't go unnoticed by your gaze filled with lust. "Pup…"

Fuck. The old nickname, once so pure, back when people claimed you trailed behind him like a lost pup, into this filthy situation it's just as rapture. You run your hand around his length, stroking him. Jace cannot contain his moans, and it's delightful, his voice raspy, pleading, broken. You could hear it as music. It's the best form of encouragement, your pace quickens and you circle the slit of his head, which makes him sound particularly whiney. You gather the clear fluid leaking out of his tip, running it through his shaft, your hand sliding easily as the room is filled with lewd noises. You cannot avert your eyes off it, the skin of his cock stretching in your palm hypnotizing you.

"Ah, I-I'm close," He sounds pitiful. "Won't last, pup. I can't."

"Don't hold back, my love," You kiss his neck, right below his pulse, your stroking getting even faster. "I want to see you undone."

A strain and long moan come out of him right before a warm and sticky liquid hits your hand, some of it falling to your hip and upper thigh. Jace's face falls into the crook of your neck, body slack, and breathing hard. You tsk. "Messy boy."

He doesn't answer you, trying to catch his breath, a high pitch takes over his ears, and his head is spinning even with his eyes closed, unrecognizable forms and colors appearing behind his lids. He feels so intensely he is afraid he might not recover.

Jace looks up at you, face red and sweaty. "Sorry." He notices the mess.

You dismiss it, wrapping your hands around his neck, not minding cleaning yourself. "I like it." You assure. "Was I good?"

"Perfect," He whispers. "Absolute perfect."

You kiss him, and Jace pushes you back to the mattress, laying on your back again. The feel of your naked bodies pressed together is terrific and you never want to let go of it.

"Tell me what you enjoy and what you do not," Jace says against your mouth. "And tell me to stop if it is too much, promise me?"

You nod. "I promise."

"I will try something now." He warns and you suck in a breath in anticipation.

Although inexperienced, Jacaerys is not ignorant regarding the pleasure of the flesh. He has heard his fair share of crude stories from acquaintances, men being much less reserved than women, and making a point of being detailed. His stepfather himself has talked about it with him and his brother a couple of times, not to mention all the books in the hidden corner of the library. Jace is a perfectionist, and he did not wish to lack as a lover either, unbothered about his lady's pleasure and only seeking his own.

His middle finger grazes your sex and you gasp, not expecting it. "Is this alright?"

"Yes, just unusual."

He gently parts your folds, running it up and down, you bite your lips, it's not unpleasant, far from it. "It feels so good and inviting." He starts circling your cunt, gathering more juice. His fingers move easily due to your wetness and you squirm, searching for more friction. Jace's eyes never leave your face, studying.

When he circles somewhere around the higher point of your cunt, an extended moan leaves your mouth on its own accord. His eyes light up, and he does it again. "Good?"

You can barely find your voice. "Yes, good."

"This swollen little bud right here?" He keeps his pace on it, finger not faltering.

"Y-yes, Jace." You mewl, eyes shutting.

"What's so special about it?" He asks. "What if I lower my finger?" He moves it further down. "What do you feel here?"

You sigh, trying to contain the sounds coming from you. "It's very agreeable, but…" You don't complete the phrase, your mind goes blank with pleasure.

"Feels better here?" He goes back to the bud, pressing another finger to your womanhood as well. You can only nod in the middle of whimpers. "Can you tell why, pup?"

"It's more sensitive." Your breath stutters.

"Aw," He coos. "It's sensitive?"

"Yes, Jace, please don't stop." You beg, nails digging into his shoulders, hips raising to meet his pace. This is so far the best thing you have ever felt in your life.

"I do not plan on it, but there's more, agreed?"

You peck his lips. "I trust you."

He drags his finger to your hole, calmly entering you, your cunt clenching so tightly with the intrusion the brunette stops advancing, giving you time to get used to it. He almost moans at the thought of his finger replaced by his cock. "It's okay, pup, just breathe. You're tense. How does it feel?"

You furrow your brows, it's not either pleasant or unpleasant. "It's a tiny bit uncomfortable."

"Do I continue or stop?"

"Continue." You decide, and he keeps going until it reaches his knuckle.

"Tell me when to move."

You inhale and exhale, trying to loosen up as Jace advised you to, and it does not take long until you are lifting your hips again, the slight sting now completely gone and replaced by enjoyment. Jacaerys starts pumping his finger, and you moan, your whole body tingling with the new sensation. When he curls it, hitting a specific spot that makes your back arch involuntary and your hands grip the sheets, you are convinced you are floating. Jacaerys laughs amusedly as if you are the most diverting thing he'd ever seen in his life. He pulls it out, dragging it back to your bud, then pumping it inside again, and continuously so. A delicious torture that makes you whine uncontrollably. The wet sounds make Jace's cock pulsate.

"You want another one?" He asks.

You shrug, lost in your bliss. He inserts another finger, audibly groaning due to the tight fit, he does not have as much space anymore and your velvety walls wrap his fingers marvelously. He looks at you, looking for any sign of discomfort, but he finds none, your expression one of sheer delight. He pumps his fingers, your moans the most alluring thing he ever heard. You spread your legs further, giving him a better angle.

"Faster, please." You pant, your hand covering your mouth as you try to muffle your cries.

He obeys, his fingers unrelenting. "Which one do you prefer?" Jace questions. "Here," He presses his fingers firmly into your bud. "Or here?" He slid them inside you again.

"B-both."

"Yes? What about this?" He brings the thumb of his other hand to your bud while his two fingers keep pumping inside you, stimulating you exorbitantly. "Does it feel great?"

An answer doesn't leave your lips, there is no need to. Your gasp mixed with a tremble and somehow a scream does it for you.

"Oh, mhum, that's it," His pace increases. "My good beautiful girl."

You try to respond to him but you are just babbling and squirming, the corner of your eyes wet from tears. You press your lips together to get quieter, but the whimpers are far beyond your control.

"So wet," Jace muses. "You are soaking my hand, you know that?"

"Sorry."

He kisses you. "Never apologize for it."

Your moans get louder once again, and one of Jace's hands leaves your cunt to cover your mouth. You bite into it. "Shh, I need you to be a little quieter, pup."

You fear you cannot, you feel weightless, nothing crossing your mind but the feel of his fingers inside you and the chase for release. The palm of his hand brushing against your bud makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, and all of sudden the building pleasure crashes down, astoundingly powerful. You feel a shiver running from head to toe as your body spasms, your face twisted in satisfaction, and your heart racing. You whine as you keep grinding on his hand. Your breathing slows down, and your eyes struggle to remain fully open.

"Are you well?" You can hear the teasing in Jace's tone as he props each of his arms on one side of your head.

You fight off your drowsiness. "I have never been better."

He chuckles. "Want to come to an end?"

You rub his cheeks, shaking your head. "I want all of it. What about you?"

"Me too." He breathes in. "Are you ready?"

You nod and you kiss once again before he lines himself up to your entrance. "If you want to cease it, do not be afraid to tell me, I won't be mad. It's important to me that you are enjoying it too, yes?"

"I swear I will." You reassure him.

He enters you slowly, and you pinch your eyebrows as you grimace. Jace is quick to intertwine your hands together, squeezing them to offer you some comfort. Unlike his fingers, his cock does hurt, the burning almost maddening, as if he is ripping you apart. You close your eyes and sigh deeply. The prince groans in elation, being inside you is better than his mind could ever have imagined.

"Ah, fuck," Jace mutters, coming to a halt when his cock is halfway through. Your cunt swallows him almost cruelly and sweat covers his forehead, some damp locks of his hair sticking to it. His cheek grows reddish by the second. Jace looks pained but for a very different reason than you. "You are too tight, pup, it's agonizing."

His face falls into your neck, his hands almost crushing yours as he tries to control himself, the fluttering of your cunt around his member might as well drive him insane. His breath tickles you and you caress his hand as he trails little kisses along your collarbone.

His quietness is certainly a sign of how hard he is trying to keep his eagerness at bay, but he does not need to speak anymore. When Jace looks up at you, his brown eyes full of intimacy and admiration, you know he would wait as much as necessary, or just halt completely if you said the word.

"Keep going." You say.

He does, and his moan in the shell of your ear, as he enters you completely, thrills you, distracting you from a particularly sharp pain that steals your breath for a second. Jace doesn't move anymore, and you kiss his shoulder. "Just wait a little bit." You whisper, closing your eyes as you adjust to it.

"Take all the time you need, beautiful."

Despite the discomfort, you enjoy the fullness in the middle of your legs, as if not an inch of you is empty. And of being as close as humanly possible to him, the skin against skin feels glorious and promising. You squeeze his hand and Jace kisses you, consumingly and magnificent, for you don't know how long. You come back to your senses when his thumb circles your bud, making you immediately whimper and perk up. Your walls seem to loosen up a bit and you start to writhe curiously, wetting your lips as you do so.

"Should I move?" Jacaerys asks.

"Yes, please."

His first thrusts are sedulous, and your soreness hasn't gone away completely, but it becomes vague. You can barely distinguish pain and pleasure now, the sensations blending. Sincerely, you did not care.

You feel great and impatient, the stretch of his girth is marvelous. Jace starts picking up his pace, and you mewl, nails scratching his back. It's unlike anything you have ever felt, ravenous, delightful, exhilarating. Jace grunts, your spongy warmth welcoming him in the best way possible. He fucks you harder, quite desperately. It feels so good, and so right, as if you were made precisely for each other, the fit simply impeccable.

Bodies glisten with sweat, the room filled with lewd noises, and his balls smack against your ass repeatedly. It only arouses you more. Both your moans mingle together in unison, creating a filthy melody. Jace pants, his movements getting more ruthless as he gets lost in the moment. He knows he's close, his lower stomach tightening dangerously.

"Pup, I'm going–" He doesn't finish, being interrupted by his broken whines as you tense around him. "I need to pull out."

Perhaps it's an instinct or the memories of your bothersome nights where you would grind on your pillow until you were satisfied, but when Jace pulls his milked cock out, jerking it off, you motion for him to stop.

You grab his manhood instead, and settle it in the middle of your folds, sliding up and down on his shaft, legs spread and raised. Jace's eyes are wild and lecherous, mesmerized by you. He curses, his moans wavering at the sight of you using his cock so deliciously.

You are far too gone, the feeling so fabulous it makes you dumb. When his head presses to your bud it's the seven heavens itself. Jace's voice thickens as he reaches his peak, his seed smearing all over your stomach in hot loads. You giggle at the mess, helping him ride out of it, your hands wrapped around his length as you continue to slide on it.

Your movements, although resolute, get sloppier as you grow needier. You gather some of Jace's spent on your belly and bring it down to your cunt as you press your fingers to your bud firmly, mixing your juices and whimpering at it. Jacaerys could've come for a second time just looking at you. He pushes his cock back into you, stirring you up even more. You are drenched, supple, and throbbing.

It's numbing, the first few seconds of your release. You would believe you have died in these brief moments of sheer excitement, feeling as light as a feather. Your body shudders on the mattress, but your mind is somewhere else, in a state of overwhelming bliss.

Jace's body falls to your side, finding it difficult to breathe. He didn't know a better sensation and he is afraid he could no longer live without it anymore. Jace smiles widely, eyes full of wonder and contentment.

The world slowly comes back into focus again, noticing the details that were completely forgotten by both of you not long ago. The air is thick and smells indecent. You shift, laying your head on Jace's chest, his heart is hammering, and there's a dull ache in the middle of your legs.

Jace caresses your hair, kissing the crown of your head. "How was it?"

"Fantastic," You answer. "And for you?"

He chuckles, "Mind-blowing."

You laugh, fingers caressing his abdomen as you look up at him. "Would you like to do it again?"

Jacaerys raises his eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his gorgeous face. "Aren't you tired, pup?"

"You invigorate me."

Jace chuckles before kissing you ardently, the prospect of having you again sending jolts of enthusiasm through his body.

"Yes, I absolutely would like to do it again."

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Jorrāeliarza Mēre (Dear One) Part 3.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Fem Reader

Word Count: 2,136

Warning/Content: 18 PLUS 🔞, Incest, Age-Gap, Sibling Rivalry,Angst, Smut, p in v penetration, choking, blowjob, cunnilingus, saliva kink & SWEARING.

Summary: You were surprisingly happy in this marriage with Daemon, but how long would this happiness last before is all came crashing down…

You and your new husband were quite the insatiable pair it seemed. Daemon had you doing things you never imagined you’d be doing. For example, at this very moment you were in the library your back against a book shelf, your legs over his shoulders while his face rested between your legs lapping at the sensitive bud hidden between your velvet folds. It was mid-day for the God’s sake and he had to have you whenever and wherever he possibly could. Your whimpers and struggles to stay quiet echoes off the stone walls. “Daemon…please…”, you begged wanting to retreat to your chambers before a Septa or Septon caught them in such a blasphemous act. “Gaomagon ao drējī jaelagon issa naejot keligon, issa jorrāelagon?” “Do you really want me to stop, my love?” He peeked from the skirts of your dress, laying chaste kisses along your inner thighs before attacking the mound of flesh with his tongue again.

How could you deny him the pleasure of pleasuring you? Heavy breaths echoed about the room. You bite down into your lip trying to keep your composure but he made it so hard to do. You were losing track of your thoughts, they were becoming hazed and filled with nothing but ecstasy as he pushed you further and further off the deep end. Your fingers entangled in his hair pushing his face further into your cunt. The sloppy sounds of him devouring you filled your ears only causing more madness to ensue. Why was it so easy for him to get you like this. “Issa zaldrīzes, kostilus…nyke jorrāelagon naejot.” “My dragon, please… I need to.” He smiled and spoke in a sing-song tone as if to tease her. “Ao jorrāelagon naejot skoros, jorrāelagon mēre? “You need to what, dear one?”

You bucked your hips forward pressing your mound into his face begging for release. “I need to cum, my love.” He groaned into your cunt aggressively sucking and lapping at her sensitive sex causing you to convulse around him. She drenched him her juices sighing in relief. “Good girl..” He hummed licking his lips clean before kissing your lips. You could taste your sweet nectar. You grabbed at his pants desperately to return the favor, but he shooed your hands away even with his cock throbbing uncomfortably in his pants “We don’t have time, issa byka rūklon.” “My little flower.” He kissed you once more. “I have council with king, your father, and the rest of the cunts in his court. I promise I’ll be back to finish what we started.” You whined holding onto him tight before letting him go. “Fine.”

He left you to your own devices for a few hours and as the time slowly crept by and your darling husband was taking longer than expected. You decided to start wandering the halls of the castle. It wasn’t like home back at Driftmark. It was times like this that made you home sick. When you were all alone. Your sister Laena decided to stay back in King’s Landing as well, but she still hadn’t spoken to you since the day of the wedding. She was pretty good at avoiding you when the two of you weren’t on the best of terms.

Making your way into the courtyard, your sister sat at the roots of the Godswood. She held a book in hand something about the past dragon-riders you surmised. “Sister?” You called to her softly not meaning to offend with your presence. She quickly tensed looking up your eyes met and Laena was just about to retreat. “Please…don’t walk away from me sister. Are you really going to hold this against me? I promise you didn’t not go behind your back on this. Why are you treating me this way? Have I ever showed any small inkling of disloyalty?” You were right and she honestly knew what you said was true, but you could’ve denied the proposal in her mind.

“Y/N I’m very aware of this…but I do not understand why it is always you that ends up with what I want. I am the eldest and yet you end up with everything I’ve ever wanted. So tell me sister since you loathed becoming someone’s wife so much before. How is married life treating you?” You did not wish to smile, but it couldn’t be helped after what you had just experienced with the man you were falling in love with so easily. “It is good..”

That smile let her know that it was more than just “good”. She hoped that you were still in misery, still unhappy with the fate that was decided for you, but you were…happy and all the anger that subsided for a moment bubbled to the surface again. That was supposed to be her. “No need to gloat about, I’ve heard the whispers about him fucking you around this castle like a common whore. Interesting sister, I thought you were a prude.”

You laughed hysterically, she sounded so desperate it was become quite annoying actually. “Laena, you’ve been sulking around here like a child. It reminds me of when we were children and you couldn’t get your way. You know as a woman I had no choice in the matter and how betrayed I felt…I would think that as my sister you would’ve understood me, but I see you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself. And yes I’m filled with so much damn happiness I could burst.

I thought I was going to be miserable and my husband has shown me otherwise. So, forgive me for finding a way to find the light at the end of a dark tunnel sister. But what I’m not understanding is how you could see that he didn’t care to pay you any fucking amount of attention and yet your still pining like a little girl and acting like a child whose toy was taken from them. He is not a toy sister, he is a man. A man that did not want you…so get over it for fucks sake. Find someone that does and stop being such a fucking cunt.”

It was a shock to the both of you. You had finally gotten the courage to stand up for yourself after all this time. Maybe the Rouge Prince’s attitude was rubbing off on you in a good way. You finally broke the silence. “Listen Laena. I love you very much; you are my eldest sister I once followed you like a shadow…you mean everything to me. Do not let this break us apart..Please…”

Laena sighed. She truly missed you and wanted to have those girlish talks about how your first night with him was and all the things that y’all were learning about each other. But her stubbornness had got the best of her before. “Y/N I’m so sorry…I don’t know why I took my frustrations out on you. I guess I saw the chemistry that you two had and I thought you were trying to take him from me. Please forgive me for how I’ve treated you as of late.” You smiled and sat down at the tree with her hugging her and kissing her cheek aggressively.

Now that the two of you had made up, Laena had spoke of her plans to head back to Driftmark. You were saddened by this, but you were sure she was missing home just as much as you. You gossiped and giggled like little girls for hours and by the time you realized it, it had grown dark. “Oh my the time has passed us so quickly, we should get to our chambers.” Laena agreed and you walked her back to her room. Now it was time for you to head back, Daemon was probably waiting there for you and you were excited to see him.

Turning a sharp corner you saw him leaning against the stone wall as if he had been waiting for you. “Dearest husband how long have you been standing there?” He smiled approaching you, his hand cupping your face ever so gently. “Not long at all, Y/N. I see you and Laena have finally decided to end this unnecessary feud. You giggled and teased, “A feud that started because of you, my Lord.”

“Oh yes, I can recall you wanting me all to yourself .” He chuckled pulling you into him by your tiny waist causing you laugh in return. “I don’t remember it like that , Ser. I recall you asking for my hand specifically.” He pressed his forehead into yours backing you in a dark hall that led to one of those paintings that hid a passageway behind it. He led you inside and backed into the cool wall. “I guess you’re right, issa byka rūklon.” “My little flower.” He nipped at the soft pink flesh of her bottom lip, pressing his crotch against her. The monster within in pants strained against the fabric. “You and that pretty little mouth of yours have been on my mind all day. I could hardly keep my thoughts straight.” His hand swiftly unlaced the back of your dress letting it fall to the floor leaving you in the thin fabric of your chemise.

The cool are stiffened you nipple and they piqued through the delicate linen. He took one between his fingers rolling it while his other fingers crept into your undergarments finding that sensitive bundle of flesh rubbing circles around it and dipping into your heated core occasionally. Your moans echoed through the darkened pathway and your hips bucked meeting the thrust of his fingers. He kissed your lips feverishly, letting his tongue play with yours. Pulling away his ragged breaths heated your flesh before he spoke. “On your knees. You wanted to return the favor earlier?” You nodded quickly finding your place on the ground watching him unbuckle his pants letting his thick cock spring forward.

Opening your mouth you took him in, immediately filling the space. You moaned at the taste of him, your hand hovering over you cunt when you needed relief. You began to bob your head letting your mouth suck around the thick flesh with excitement. He groaned lacing his fingers into your hair keeping you still while he thrusted into your face. His cockhead touching the back of your throat making him growl and pull your silver tresses roughly. His free hand lightly slapping your face as the sloppily sounds of your mouth bounced off the walls of the secluded space.

“You’re my good girl?” He cooed pulling his cock from your mouth a lewd pop beckoning you to answer him. “Yes…” you could barely catch your breath before he was shoving his cock back down your throat pulling back again. “Spit on it..” He voice like velvet and you obliged spitting on his cock before he began to fuck your face again. That delicious mouth of yours was bringing him to his climax quicker than he would’ve like he groaned pulling away and making you stand to your feet. “Are you ready to carry my child?” He removed the chemise from her body leaving her bare in front of him. “Yes, my love give me a little dragon.”

He lifted you leg over his shoulder while you balanced yourself with the other. He groaned as his cock filled you up the warmth of your walls sucking him in. “Gods you feel amazing. His hand held the back of your neck as his hips began to move pulling his cock in and out of your warmth, grinding into that spot that only he knew how to reach. You were losing your mind the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Soon his pace quickened and he turned you so that your face was pressed against the wall. His hand laced around your throat pulling you back deepening the arch in your back.

He pounded into you placing just the right amount of pressure on your throat. You cried out in pure pleasure racking your fingers over the stone walls he growled in your ear like an animal. With his pace you were going to reach your climax soon. “Daemon…I’m going to cum..” He smiled pulling you head back further crashing his lips into your sending you over edge and him soon following spilling his seed inside of you. “You are so beautiful, Y/N. I love you. Come let’s go to bed our chambers are right around the corner from here. ” She rode out her orgasm feeling the warmth of his sustenance. “I love you too. Yes..please…I’m exhausted.” He chuckled carrying you in his arms whilst you carried your clothes and the two of you were off to bed…if he didn’t wake you up in the middle of the night for another round.

To be Continued…

@graniairish @midnightprincess18

#daemon smut #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x y/n #daemon fanfic #daemon x you #hotd fanfic #hotd daemon

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I want to specifically talk about book!Jon here because I'm pretty sure this person doesn't know a goddamn thing about Jon in the books or his personality to even remotely reach this conclusion. I'm, quite frankly, confused at this response. So I'd like to provide some quotes:

I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb. (Jon XII, ASoS)

If a child was something Jon had always wanted, as is clearly stated here, why would he force Ygritte to get rid of his own kid?

Let's not pretend like he doesn't love her, either. Was the beginning of their relationship dubious? Absolutely. But he did love her:

"Yes." His voice was thick. "First we'll live."

She grinned at that, showing Jon the crooked teeth that he had somehow come to love. Wildling to the bone, he thought again, with a sick sad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and wondered what Ygritte would do if she knew his heart. (Jon V, ASoS)

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body...and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

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"Who is Ygritte?" Donal Noye asked pointedly.

"A woman of the free folk." How could he explain Ygritte to them? She's warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. "She's with Styr, but she's not...she's young, only a girl, in truth, wild, but she..." She killed an old man for building a fire. His tongue felt thick and clumsy. The milk of the poppy was clouding his wits. "I broke my vows with her. I never meant to, but..." It was wrong. Wrong to love her, wrong to leave her... (Jon VI, ASoS)

And he did mourn her.

Though Maester Aemon said his wound was healing well, Jon bore other scars, deeper than the ones around his eye. He grieves for his wildling girl, and for his brothers. (Samwell IV, ASoS)

She stood beneath the scorched stones of the Lord Commander's Tower, cloaked in darkness and in memory. The light of the moon was in her hair, her red hair kissed by fire. When he saw that, Jon's heart leapt into his mouth. "Ygritte," he said. (Jon VI, ADwD)

It goes without saying that Jon is one of the most progressive protagonists in the series. He:

•despises rape,

•advocates for those perceived "weaker" for not fitting the typical Westerosi gender standards (i.e. Sam and Satin),

•breaks the mould of Night's Watch traditions for hundreds of years by allowing freefolk men and women ages twelve and up to join.

Jon Snow values bodily autonomy.

Moreover:

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen's men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. "There is power in a king's blood," the old maester had warned, "and better men than Stannis have done worse things than this." The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames. (Jon I, ADwD)

Once outside and well away from the queen’s men, Val gave vent to her wroth. "You lied about her beard. That one has more hair on her chin than I have between my legs. And the daughter…her face…"

"Greyscale."

"The grey death is what we call it."

"It is not always mortal in children."

"North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago."

This was a Val that Jon had never seen before. "Princess Shireen is the queen’s only child."

"I pity both of them. The child is not clean.”

"If Stannis wins his war, Shireen will stand as heir to the Iron Throne."

"Then I pity your Seven Kingdoms."

"The maesters say greyscale is not—"

"The maesters may believe what they wish. Ask a woods witch if you would know the truth. The grey death sleeps, only to wake again. The child is not clean!"

"She seems a sweet girl. You cannot know—"

"I can. You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Val seized his arm. “I want the monster out of there. Him and his wet nurses. You cannot leave them in that same tower as the dead girl.”

Jon shook her hand away. "She is not dead."

"She is. Her mother cannot see it. Nor you, it seems. Yet death is there." She walked away from him, stopped, turned back. "I brought you Tormund Giantsbane. Bring me my monster."

"If I can, I will.”

"Do. You owe me a debt, Jon Snow.”

Jon watched her stride away. She is wrong. She must be wrong. Greyscale is not so deadly as she claims, not in children. (Jon XI, ADwD)

Not to mention the conversation he has with Tormund:

"You are a free man now, and Ygritte is a free woman. What dishonor if you lay together?"

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?"

Words failed him for a moment. "The boy...the child would be a bastard."

"Are bastards weaker than other children? More sickly, more like to fail?"

"No, but—"

"You're bastard-born yourself. And if Ygritte does not want a child, she will go to some woods witch and drink a cup o' moon tea. You do not come into it, once the seed is planted."

"I will not father a bastard."

Tormund shook his shaggy head. "What fools you kneelers be. Why did you steal the girl if you don't want her?"

"Steal? I never..." (Jon II, ASoS)

So with that in mind, why would he force a woman of the freefolk — a group of people he had come to appreciate, and his first love — to drink moon tea? If she wanted to, she'd do it herself. But he would not force her. That is not how the freefolk work and Jon knows it.

#asoiaf #ramble

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What times do you think were best for the Targaryen reign? Jaehaerys the First's reign was clearly a golden age, Viserys I as well but what about after the Blackfyre Rebellion in Daeron II's reign?

I think the reign of Jaehaerys I is the clear standout, at least in terms of popular imagination, for the acme of the Targaryen dynasty. Whatever criticisms I have of King Jaehaerys personally (which I maintain are valid and substantial, and I direct everyone to my Jaehaerys I tag to read), and however badly I (still!) believe Fire and Blood Volume 1 (and, by extension, GRRM) handled the history of his reign, in-universe Jaehaerys I remains the model of Targaryen kingship, and a representation of a great and glorious period of monarchy. Yandel opines that the “true king” and “wise beyond his years” Jaehaerys “ruled wisely and well for five-and-fifty years”, and if the maester is a bit fulsome in his praise when he declares that “the realm never saw their like again” after the deaths of Jaehaerys and Alysanne, his feelings are not entirely baseless. Gyldayn likewise lauds King Jaehaerys for “the long periods of peace and prosperity that marked his time upon the Iron Throne”, remarking upon the increased productivity, booming population, and long periods of peace. This is the era GRRM very obviously wants readers to believe was the golden age of House Targaryen, a time when a (seemingly) great king and his (ostensibly) beloved queen ruled, as in a fairy tale, over a land of justice and plenty. (Once again, do not forget GRRM’s evident desire to link Jaehaerys to that beau ideal of medieval European kingship, King Edward III of England, especially that king’s representation in The Accursed Kings.)

Indeed, I think that nostalgia for the reign of the Conciliator, and desire to recall the (again, perceived) glory of that period, appears time and again throughout the remainder of the Targaryen dynasty. It was no coincidence, after all, that the future King Aegon V named his second son “Jaehaerys”, recognizing in his great-great-great-great-great grandfather the sort of justice and conscientious rulership that he himself would, so he hoped, eventually go on to implement as king. (We might guess that similarly positive sentiments influenced the double choice of “Jaehaerys” and “Jaehaera” for the twin eldest children of Aegon II, especially as he himself had been explicitly named for the lauded Conqueror, though we get practically no sense of who chose the twins’ names, or why.) Yandel‘s praise of Viserys II specifically compares the king to Jaehaerys I, stating that Viserys “had within him the capacity to be a new Conciliator, for no king had ever been shrewder or more capable”. Dany has herself seized upon the name and reputation of her ancestor to underline her personal grandeur, with the Green Grace remarking that “[o]ft have I heard that yours is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, Jaehaerys the Wise, and Daeron the Dragon”.

What’s more, while Jaehaerys’ reign certainly was not the only time of peace and prosperity in the Targaryen dynasty, other such periods were marred by political frictions and/or devastating wars. Viserys I might have “reigned over the most prosperous era in the history of the Seven Kingdoms”, but no one save the king himself could have missed the increasingly violent dynastic factionalism that would, almost immediately after his death, erupt into the Dance of the Dragons. Daeron II might have earned the epithet “the Good”, but again, long-simmering tensions came to a head during his reign in the first and likely most devastating of the Blackfyre Rebellions, and even years after the Redgrass Field the suspicions and prejudices around that division lingered ominously with many in Westeros. Life might have been relatively good for common citizens in Westeros under, say, Baelor I (at least for Seven-fearing people the king deemed virtuous enough, anyway) or Aegon V, but neither king achieved the kind of national glory associated with Jaehaerys I - the former because of his zealous confidence in his own executive authority and lack of concern for practical realities (which, I think, prompted his exasperated uncle to eventually assassinate him), the latter because of his almost revolutionary challenge to the established privileges of the Westerosi noble class combined with his failure to cement his aristocratic allegiances. Yandel might assert that “the Seven Kingdoms prospered greatly during the first decade of” Aerys II’s reign, yet even putting aside the motivation to laud Tywin, few would retrospectively call Aerys II’s reign great (especially for the Targaryens) given the king’s descent into paranoid brutality and the outbreak of the rebellion that would end the dynasty altogether.

(And of course, we’re still waiting on information, sometimes significant information, on any number of periods in Targaryen history. Aegon III’s reign as an adult remains somewhat vague, mixing the king’s desire to “give the realm peace and plenty in the wake of the Dance” and his and his brother’s able handling of “the remaining turmoil in the realm” with the decline of the dragons, the appearance of false pretenders, and the king’s own deep melancholy. The reign of Maekar, who ruled for 12 years of seemingly mostly peace, is reduced to a single sentence in TWOIAF, doubtless because of the stories being saved for future Tales of Dunk and Egg. Of course, Aegon V, being the co-protagonist of the Tales, will likely be far more detailed in the future, just as his father probably will.)

#asoiaf meta #house targaryen

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Jon was tired. I need sleep. He had been up half the night poring over maps, writing letters, and making plans with Maester Aemon. Even after stumbling into his narrow bed, rest had not come easily. He knew what he would face today, and found himself tossing restlessly as he brooded on Maester Aemon's final words.

"Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel", the old man had said, "the same counsel that I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grown with sons of his own, yet in some ways still a boy. Egg had an innocence to him, a sweetness we all loved. Kill the boy within you, I told him the day I took ship for the Wall. It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. Kill the boy and let the man be born."

The old man felt Jon's face. "You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born."

Jon II, A Dance with Dragons

It could be very interesting if a Great Northern Council is held at Winterfell for deciding who will be the next Lord of Winterfell/King in the North after the downfall of the Boltons.

Like, maybe this Northern Great Council parallels the Great Council for deciding the heir to the Iron Throne among Maekar I's children and/or their descendants, and in this case the Northern Great Council will choose the heir to the Noth among Ned's children.

We know that the Great Council offered the crown to Aemon and he rejected it and Egg was crowned instead. In my opinion, I think this Northern Great Council could offer the crown to Jon, since he is the eldest and most prepared sibling, and he will accept it because if duty.

I feel like there is a strong connection between Jon and Aemon & Aegon V, Jon accepting the crown due duty I feel like it reflects in some kind of sense the "Kill the boy and let the man be born" Aemon said to Egg and Jon, both the last time they were going to see Aemon and time before/when they became kings, Aemon went to the Wall to join the NW and Egg became Aegon the Unlikely, and Aemon left the Wall and died during the trip to Oldtown, and some time after that Jon could be crowned King in the North.

We could also take notes at Aegon V's nickname " the Unlikely", because he was the fourth son of a fourth son, and Jon becoming Lord of Winterfell/King in the North being a bastard isn't something expected for Westerosi society due to generally being classist and having prejudices towards bastards.

And I don't suscribe to what some people say about that Jon can't inherit and become king because he's a bastard, it's well-known that one of the main inspirations for Westeros is Medieval Europe, especially medieval English history, and there some other bastards that became kings, like William I the Conqueror (1028-1087), illegitimate son of Duke Robert I of Normandy and Herleva of Falaise, although I would say his Asoiaf equivalents are Aegon I the Conqueror and his bastard brother Orys Baratheon, plus there were others like Ramiro I of Aragon (1006-1063), Henry II of Castile (1334-1379), John I of Portugal (1357-1433) and Ferdinand I of Naples (1423-1494).

Plus if Robb's Will is brought to the discussion, Jon has been legitimised by Robb and could be another reason to be considered a good candidate by the Council.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #canonjonsnow #canonjon #adwd #maester aemon #aegon the unlikely #aemon targaryen #aegon v targaryen #egg #meta #valyrianscrolls

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@khrused // dirty whispers.

it had been all in good fun, truly. something the warrior hadn't indulged in for a long while, especially with someone who's caught her eye the way hera has. the mage's giggle flitted about the cool air of the night as the two women strolled about— a paired patrol, but it hardly felt like it with the way they've talked throughout the past couple hours. a tease from the dale's lips directed the avvar's way had her grinning ever so slightly.

in turn, johanne had stepped into the inquisitor's space and backed her onto a nearby tree, the leather bracers on her forearms creaked quietly as she propped it up onto the space above hera's head— half-caging her in with her own body.

a soft gasp in surprise, grey and green gazes meeting intensely, soundless lightning crackled between the reaver and the mage—

"how do you want me...?"

realization struck her like an arrow, withdrawing from her immediately from the force of it. " i— " the slight flush on her cheeks weren't from the suggestive nature of hera's question, having been on the receiving end of it more times than she could count. no— it was the thought of how much she desired to go through with what seemed to be a proposition that had feeling hot beneath her armor.

#khrused #v: dragon age ; once we were #[ the dancing around each other stage before confessing to one another perhaps? owo ]#; queue

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WIP Wednesday - Nostos

Tagged by @mareenavee, @dirty-bosmer, @skyrim-forever, @rainpebble3 tyty friends🙏

I am tagging @thana-topsr @greyborn2 @gilgamish @thequeenofthewinter @changelingsandothernonsense

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (blood and violence, mushy stuff [kissin' not viscera]) Category: M/F Genre(s): Romance Main characters: Borgakh the Steel Heart, Khemor gro-Skaven (Male orc LDB)

Summary: Khemor gro-Skaven thought that after he defeated Alduin, he would not have to worry about anything more dangerous than a quill knife for the rest of his existence. But when the jarl of the Pale asks him to investigate the destruction of the Hall of the Vigilants, it sets off a chain of events that ultimately leads him to wash up at the feet of Borgakh the Steel-Heart of Mor Khazgur. But what can a crippled conjuration mage-scholar half again her age possibly offer to a future Shield-Wife?

I introduced Khemor in last week's WIP Wednesday, here.

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As the sun dipped towards the Druadach mountains, Borgakh led them through the maze of jagged boulders and juniper scrub that made up the Karthald highlands. If it was not for the wall of mountains staying generally to their left, or the leyline of magicka he could sense to the northeast, Khemor would have suspected she was leading them in circles as they wound their way over the harsh terrain.

In several places he was certain the path would disappear only to have Borgakh make a sharp turn and what had seemed to be an impenetrable scrub thicket or wall of rock would be revealed to be passable, or broken in just right way to allow a horse and rider through while fooling the eyes of anyone not looking at it from the correct angle.

Calder was chatting happily as he led Bear on a loose rein, occasionally gesturing with the thrown horseshoe in his hand. The young Nord’s ability to make conversation with anyone under any circumstances had often served Khemor better than his housecarl’s sword arm, and he was grateful for it. It gave him more time to look at Borgakh.

Despite the chill in the air and her damp clothes, she showed no outward sign of discomfort, and navigated the uneven ground and broken rocks at a rapid pace. Now that he was behind her, he could see a buckler and sword strapped beneath her pack, not obvious to the casual observer but still easy to access. A quiver of arrows and a vicious looking knife at her hip seemed to be the weapons she preferred to have closest to hand.

How does anyone live out here? Strongholds had been doing it since the Merethic Era, but so far Khemor had seen nothing even resembling land that would be productive enough to support a settlement. Surely they don’t eat only deer and juniper berries?

"...really, you haven’t heard of the Dragonborn?"

Calder’s question caught Khemor’s wandering attention. Even if he was not recognized by sight it had been a very long time since he had met anyone who did not know of him. They really were on the edge of the map out here, weren’t they?

"I think Pavo, the owner of Kolskeggr, said something about it. Once."

"Well, surely you noticed the dragons returning, even out here! I’ve seen the empty mounds, they must be around."

Borgakh waved her hand dismissively in response. "Oh, yes, the dragons. There’s one that was at the ruins downriver."

"There’s a lair nearby?" Calder looked over his shoulder at Khemor, flashing him a toothy grin.

Next to him, Gregor heaved a weary sigh and said, "We aren’t out here to look for dragons, boy. If Jarl Thongvor wanted it gone he would have asked."

"Ha! I doubt the Silver-Bloods even know what’s all out here in this divinesforsaken backwater." Calder quickly looked over at Borgakh. "No offense."

She grunted in acknowledgement but said nothing. The path was pitching up in a gentle slope, the crest of the hillock just ahead of them. Khemor hoped the stronghold was close - it had been a very long day, and his hip and leg were throbbing. He was going to have to have Gregor assist him off of Blue if he didn’t want to make the poor mare kneel to let him dismount.

"Anyways, I hope they haven’t given you too much trouble, at least lately. My Thane-" Calder waved vaguely back towards Khemor, "-defeated Alduin two summers ago. That was the dragon that was bringing back all the other ones."

Borgakh nodded but said nothing, so Calder continued, huffing slightly between his words as he climbed.

"We’ve been killing the others as they become problems, but most seem to be retreating to the mountains."

"Yes, I’ve seen them flying west sometimes. We’ve lost a few goats." Borgakh’s voice held no trace of effort as she stepped lightly from foothold to foothold.

"Well, if needed I’m sure we’ll be able to deal with any that show up while we’re here," said Calder, in his most gallant tone. "Quite frankly, I’m surprised they haven’t targeted your settlement, they can’t seem to resist every other little hamlet and farm in the rest of Skyrim."

"Oh, I didn’t say they hadn’t attacked." Despite only being able to see a sliver of Borgakh’s face from this angle, Khemor could tell she had a smile playing on her lips.

"I said they didn’t give Mor Khazgur any trouble." Borgakh reached the top of the rise, and stood aside, gesturing to the valley below with a grand sweep of her arm.

The expected mountain-orc stronghold, with its usual curving timbers, sturdy walls, and longhouse would have been the dominant feature of the glen if it were not for the massive dragon skeleton that was splayed out on the valley floor.

"By Talos," Gregor murmured as he pulled his horse up next to Khemor.

Borgakh grinned at Calder’s dumbstruck expression, obviously pleased with herself.

It was a good piece of dramatic timing, Khemor had to admit. And the look on Calder’s face was rather amusing.

The skeleton was undeniably real even from this distance --a small industry making facsimiles had sprung up across Skyrim to take advantage of the standing bounties, and Khemor had seen many fakes just as large as this one-- but the genuine article was unmistakable.

At the far end of the basin, several broken treetops, their exposed inner wood no longer stark white, and a deep groove in the earth, now filled with new spring grass, showed where the dragon’s final stoop must have ended. As he looked more closely, Khemor could see a section of the logs on the stronghold wall had been scorched shiny black, and a few had been replaced, their brown bark standing in contrast to the char on the others.

"It must have been quite a battle," he said, breaking his silence.

"Yes," agreed Borgakh, turning her head to look up at him. Her teeth flashed white in the oncoming evening gloom. "It thought we made an easy target. Now our animals graze around its bones."

"We will be certain to keep that in mind," said Gregor.

"See that you do."

#hot orc summer #fic: nostos #oc: khemor gro-skaven #skyrim fanfiction #kb writes #it's not easy being green #wip wednesday #skyrim #tesblr #borgakh the steel heart

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Dragon Age: Absolution

some random bits and pieces on Episode 1. under a cut due to length

first thoughts post on this Episode

From the designs of buildings and so on in the Nevarran city, it feels like the artists referenced the existing images of buildings etc from Nevarra, such as the sketches in World of Thedas. ^^ I wondered if the city was Nevarra City, and the water the Minanter. Or is it Cumberland, on the Waking Sea?

^ Neb's animated corpse first appears during Tassia's segment in the opening theme, highlighted in gold, and smaller and slighter of stature than the other soldiers

In the opening theme, Miriam throws knives to put out candles, which reminds me of using water arrows to extinguish torches in the old school Thief games :)

^ This is clever stylistically, both sides of Miriam's face are red - one side with the mark of House Ammosine (in red rather than its usual black due to the opening theme's palette), one side red with blood. It's the same thing, really :(

I know it's because Dolph stinky, but it was clever to draw attention to Miriam's scarf by having her touch it, before having Hira come in and mention it and communicate that it has meaning to Miriam

Hira has the pouch she later puts the Circulum in when she steals it at the start of the show. a lil nice touch, sometimes in shows like these characters seem to manifest bags/pouches out of thin air when the plot needs them to have one. like, nice consistency

Miriam jumps right in front of Hira in the warehouse fight ;;

When Fairbanks and Hira brace for combat, weapons drawn, Roland simply leans casually against a wall. he Knows Miriam's got this and there's no point in him drawing his sword

I wondered if Dolph and Hasem were brothers, with several of their grown children being in the gang

When Qwydion is introduced she's called a "rebel mage". did that mean apostate, mage who was in a Circle and rebelled and fought in the mage-tempalr war, or Vashoth mage?

When Hira says "I think you might need this mission as much as I do" she touches her necklace, foreshadowing its (or rather, what it represents) importance in why she needs this mission. ofc as we later learn its a symbol of her family, who were killed by Venatori, and that's why she wants to steal the artifact, in order to destroy Tevinter

^ in the transition to their journey, I thought the corvid flying was a nice touch, like, representing how, like Spymaster Leliana sending forth her ravens from Skyhold, the Inquisition have dispatched the party and so off they fly. or more literally conveying contact between the party and the Inquisition back at Skyhold. which makes sense, this show is like a look at a war table mission

hhh Lacklon seems a bit grumpy when he looks up at the branch Qwydion moves aside in order to pass, like he's thinking about how he's v smoll in comparison

the environments they travelled through were pretty! it made me think about exploring environments in DA:D. blending the layer with the Thedas map so we could see place names of areas they probably travelled through like Trevis, the Silent Plains and Caimen Brea was cool

^ what is the structure here on the left? assuming they're in the Silent Plains here, a ruined part of the Imperial Highway, one of those signs of a city or settlement that once was on the Silent Plains and was destroyed before the First Blight, or perhaps the remains of somewhere dwarven on the surface that was like Kal Repartha?

by the size of this creature's (dragon's?) spine and rib cage, it was freakin enormous!

I want to believe that hairy nugs are real, and the nug equivalent of the mutations irl that gave rise to hairless cats :)

we already knew that elves see better in the dark than humans, but had superior hearing been mentioned before this?

I appreciated the line where during the exposition and 'welcome to the world new people' loredrop for folks who aren't familiar with the games, Fairbanks mentioned blood magic, raised corpses and demons. handy, as the party meets all of these things during the show

bellows cough is new, add it to the list of canonical ailments one can get in Thedas hh

Divine Adnias is also new lore, add them to the list of known Tevinter Divines. apparently faithful Tevinter Andrastians sometimes go on a pilgrimage route relating to this Divine in hopes of being healed. the route leads to or through Nessum.

Five gold was one month's wages??

with the attention given to Fairbanks' fancy ring in the opening theme and this episode, maybe in this worldstate Fairbanks' noble heritage was revealed?

^ no thoughts head empty, but a v badass painting and the fact that the summer palace in Nessum was built on a sealed temple to the Old Gods was cool

"High Imperium" is a furniture/interior decor style apparently

Miriam trying to break into the palace, and the bit about how one of the Black Divines (shock!) was involved in something illicit, reminded me of Vadis and Irian infiltrating the palace to steal Dumat's Folly in Half Up Front

Qwydion can do some plant magic! 🌸 She's also a talented healer, which reminded me of Francesca from the comics, whose healing magic is supplemented by her plant magic

the magical/weapons store gave me nostalgia for Wonders of Thedas :)

^ knives sticking out of the pinboard is a nice subtle characterization moment for Miriam and/or Fairbanks

^ blue lyrium lamp? it's blue, glows, and the [mysterious music playing] happens when it's on screen. lyrium emits a song and we know trace amounts of lyrium can be infused in stones to make glowstones. these are commonly used in Orlais to light dark passages. Tevinter is known for greater use of everyday magic, so why not

in DA:I, the description for the rogue ability Knockout Powder is "You throw a handful of dosed dust into an enemy's face, putting them to sleep for a short time." :)

I wonder what arcane grenades they picked up :D

"bat-faced".. :| reminds me of "rabbit"

I originally thought Fairbanks' references to his wife were jokes referencing their 'Hira is my wife' scam. does he really have a wife? Clara seemed to have a thing for him in DA:I, maybe they married after DA:I? oh no 😭😭

^ is this written Tevene?

and shoutout to the wee stick dudes.

#dragon age: absolution #dragon age: absolution spoilers #dragon age #bioware #video games #long post #longpost #blood cw #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #injury cw #mj meta

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Newish Comics:

Taking a break from ploughing through Santa appearances for the week’s comics.

Batman & Robin #3: ahahahaha “dedicated instructors who showed me the deep knowledge of the world”.

Damian. Sweetheart. You were TEN. I have no doubt you learnt a lot of complex things but also firstly you didn’t synthesise everything and secondly you simply didn’t have the TIME to learn ‘everything’.

That done, Bruce please explain socialisation and ‘working on a civilian cover’ to Damian, so he will go to school. Remember civilian covers? And secret identities?

Ooh Man-Bats! (I’m sorry, I’m here in this book for the Bruce and Damian moments, but I don’t actually mind the concept of Shush and White Rabbit? I like that White Rabbit is leaning into the Japanese aesthetics that Damian uses for his art)

Outsiders #1: I hate to say it, but my back is already up. Luke Fox, describing Kate Kane's background as "we both trained under one of the most brilliant tactical minds to ever exist" - are we talking about Jacob Kane? Because I wouldn't call him that. And I wouldn't say that Kate trained under Bruce Wayne.

Also the wig? That was originally Jacob's choice and to help with concealing her identity. If Kate actually had issues with it she would have ditched it years ago.

Not knowing fundamental basics like this about Kate is worrying me (unless there's been some retcon I haven't read yet?)

On the other hand... JENNY SPARKS SIGHTING!!! (Well, her skeleton. Apparently) JENNY MY SWEETHEART.

...I'm going to give this a go, since it's Kate and since it's MY FAVOURITE JENNY. I'm being cautious though.

Speed Force #1: oh this however is just fun vibes. I think it's our new light-hearted Flash book, with Si Spurrier doing more complex things over in Flash proper.

The Vigil #6: Ram V landed this. I still feel like all of the characters are specific commentary on other DC characters, but watching the team pull together and Castle explain what had been missed was very satisfying in that ‘heist film’ sort of scene where they flip the board and suddenly reveal what was going on.

Wesley Dodds: The Sandman #2: as this is the first Rossmo title I've seriously read, I am appreciating his art and I think getting used to it on a title where I don't have strong feelings about the characters involved will stand me in good stead.

World's Finest: Teen Titans #5: I’ve got to say, I love that the cover is a scene only tangentially related to the plot. Classic silver age vibes. This scene does not occur.

Wally! Love your snark, kid.

Garth! Surfing on/in Wally’s speed wake!

Also Dick finally decided reveal his ID.

Warlord #26: this week in Travis Morgan's adventures... DEIMOS IS BACK! Hello, Deimos! Planning to slink around evilly, are you?

Excitingly, Travis gets to fight a two-headed snake necked dragon this issue. Unfortunately this does not result in any bondage. Missed opportunity there, Grell!

This issue we are in a hidden maze temple, where they have to break apart an amulet and fit the pieces into rock niches to illuminate the way via the light bouncing. It is a VERY gaming dungeon sort of plot. However as each piece is fitted, a vision occurs. Travis is directed in how this works by a talking parrot. (A normal one, not an anthropomorphic one)

Travis sees visions of Tara but she's blaming him for betraying her, and given she was staring into a river and sighing over how much she loved and missed him last issue I think we can safely say this is a false vision. (All the visions say nasty things that mostly are guilt nightmares)

Once the maze is complete, Travis is offered the chance to gain his 'heart's desire' by stepping into the light (which has been causing all the terrible visions)

And Travis' wants to start over...so he gets transported back in time (to what looks like Neanderthal times but this IS Skartaris, it could just be last Tuesday)

#z canon read throughs #newish comics

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so that archon quest, huh. Would be absolutely thrilled to hear what u have to say about fontaine act V :] i love all your takes on furina & neuvillette & fontaine as a whole, and of course childe [pretty much an honorary fontanian with how he unintentionally got wrapped up in everything whoops]

Oh boy, I have so many thoughts. To start with some non-spoilerly stuff: I loved it so much. I'm not sure if I'll say it's my favorite Archon Quest yet (I think I would have to go through some of the older ones), but I think it's safe to say Fontaine overall as an arc is my favorite. Even its weakest part (the prison stuff, tbh it was a pacing issue) was still really solid and the ending, while not perfect, really landed. Genshin continued the trend from Sumeru of having the playable characters really take the stage and god there were some great standouts (Navia/Neuvi/Furina to name my favs, but I also loved my fatui and there really isn't anyone I've disliked). And well, the quest (and Furina's chara quest) made me cry like a baby, so that's a win.

Tbh, I think my biggest issue, wasn't even really an issue with the story but just a case of I had a very clear idea of what I wanted out of it (the woes of writing speculative fic pfft) and when it wasn't that I'm like "awww darn". Thats on me, and I genuinely really loved what we got, but it do be like that sometimes haha.

Spoilers below, oh boy (also my Furina fic spoilers too lol).

Eldritch abomination Furina I'll mourn u forever. I can't complain because Furina splitting herself in two to go fuck u to the heavens is such a boss ass move I can't haha. Okay, but I will say, even if I'm probably the only one, I do wish they brought some Remuria stuff up in the main quest. They had the perfect set up with Ajax being there with his Greek myth references and just ahhhh, one can hope they do something with it later. But yes, just know it's my silly headcanon that Focalors just lied about being an Oceanid to Neuvi and is one of King Remus's fucked up Primordial Sea experiments that maybe caused the Abyss rift at the fall of Remuria.

But yes, Furina, Furina, I'm crying. She really destroyed the girl failure accusations in the most glorious way possible. She literally didn't fail once (either of her), she plotted out a plan to trick the heavens, give back what was stolen, and save her people and she did it perfectly. As you're probably well aware, I'm a big fuck u Celestia gal, so it was just so satisfying to see her just obliterate the throne (even when I was crying haha). And honestly, super relevant to the state of the real world, but her giving back sovereignty to Neuvi in my mind is a very clear decolonization metaphor. Ages past descenders came to Teyvat, killed the dragons and created their own order, and now Focalors is returning that power back to said dragon (or well, the dragon's heir, it's a bit vague if Neuvi's literally the old dragon's soul reincarnated or just the body).

The entire scene between Neuvi and Focalors was great, though I will admit I have one issue with it (and even then I go back and forth on it haha). Neuvi in that scene doesn't have a big attachment to Focalors. What I mean is that ultimately Neuvi only ever knew Furina (which side note I'll get into this next, but I do view them as the same person, but still), and with Focalors' 'death' he's not technically losing anything, the person he's sad over will still be there. Like don't get me wrong, he's very empathetic and can be sad over this person who is dying for them, but I feel like it could have been even more heartbreaking if he had met Furina/Focalors before the split, or he had interacted with Focalors somehow in the past, and so in this moment he wasn't just watching Furina's sacrifice, but the sacrifice of someone he shares memories with. But that's me being picky haha and not really a critique on the writing.

But yes, Furina! Focalors! As I previewed before, I'm going to come out swinging with a possibly hot take. They are, and always were the same person. Yes, Focalors is the divinity, but as we see after Furina is allowed to rest her persona, Furina is also super mature and knowledgeable. In Neuvi's flashback quotes of Furina, it's her softly giving important advice about living with humanity, which is what Focalors was all about. And much like Furina, Focalors loves preforming, she loves humans, she gets all excited about Furina and her future, and is sad she won't get to experience it.

Not to remotely downplay Furina's suffering (because holy shit my poor girl), but Focalors too played her role. Unlike Furina who had Neuvillette and all her friends post this, Focalors was all alone in the Oratrice, waiting for the day she had to kill herself. Furina, has the promise of a future, despite all the suffering she endured to get there. She gets the reward of a happy life as a human surrounded by people who love her, and while it was touch a go for a bit, she was told one day her play would end. In contrast, while Focalors didn't have the same anxiety that Furina had, Focalors knew from the beginning she would never get to see her people saved. Technically she, like Furina, didn't even know if it would even happen. She put her faith in Neuvillette to follow through, and while she had the utmost faith in him, she could never know for certain. But much like her mirror Furina, Focalors weighed her suffering over the people of Fontaine's, and never once faltered. Furina was willing to possibly kill herself via primordial seawater in order to keep up her ruse, whose to say Focalors wasn't the same. Smiling at Neuvillette until the last moment because she couldn't risk him interfering, hiding away her anxieties and sorrow, so he wouldn't look so sad. Furina's performance ended, Focalors' never will.

Focalors was so certain she couldn't be human, but as we see from the Oceanids it was totally possible. And even more vitally, we see from the other Archons it's possible. They might fumble around a bit (some more than others, looking at u Ei), but they are learning and immersing themselves with their people. While not an Archon, it's the same with Neuvillette. Focalors should have had the same opportunities as Furina and the rest (mostly because she is Furina), but the world isn't kind, and that's why her sacrifice hurts.

If u can't tell I have a lot of feelings about Focalors/Furina and while I can appreciate a joke about Focalors giving Furina anxiety, I'm also like, they are literally the same person working together, she deserves the world (all of her).

But yes, I can go on and on about Furina, but for now I'll move onto our boy Childe. To get it out of the way, a little disappointed that we really got no answers about him. Poor guy didn't really have any lines. Also, not big on Skirk's design, mostly the outfit. Putting her next to Dain and uh, yeah (like don't get me wrong don't mind the color scheme and all, but could she not have gotten some kind of armor. Or look more like Foul Legacy or something idk).

But onto more happier notes, I'm so happy to see Childe finally getting to do well in a fight. I know it's a meme for him to get beaten up, but my dude is the Vanguard, let him win sometimes (he doesn't technically win here, but he was fighting an eldritch whale monster for ages and helped save Fontaine, I'm giving it to him). And Skirk, while her design is mostly less to be desired, I'm winning on guessing her hair and eye color haha. Also, while I'll always love my version, I'm liking her personality so far. Her yeeting Childe, while I admit took me out a bit (I thought she threw him farther into the Abyss and was like, "uh guys, yall worried about my poor boy here???" and then was a bit baffled at them saying he was fine) was so fucking funny. It's cool to learn "Foul Legacy" refers to a literal person, and I found the fact that Skirk's relationship with Foul is basically the same as her relationship with Childe very amusing. And it seems she's Khaenri'ahn, maybe? Also, I thought she was listing off her master's other names at first, so when she said Gold I got super hyped that I guessed correctly about the narwhal being Rhine's in my fic, but then they were like nope pfft. I'll take it as a win.

Sidenote, Alice and Rhine where are yoooouuuuuu.

Ultimately, while I enjoyed the Childe and Skirk stuff, it really just feels like a set-up for later stuff. Which isn't really a problem, but I was hoping we'd get something a bit more concrete. Like, I thought we were going to get answers about the "it" that Skirk saw in him, and it would have to do with the Narwhal, but now it seems those were mostly unrelated??? While I did find baby Ajax accidentally waking up a big world eating monster up kind of hilarious, it did feel a little incidental, if that makes any sense. Like, Fontaine's doom was an accident and not the result of anyone's choices. But that might just be a me thing. (and the quest needed more Arle, where was she??? my not really based on anything theory is that whenever we get Furina (or maybe Nevui's) 2nd character quest, Arle will be the boss fight. A reverse of the normal final Harb boss fight during the Archon quest)

Okay, because I really don't want to end on a downer (as I said uptop, I genuinely adored this quest haha), here are some minor spoilers from the Narzissenkreuz Ordo quest that have me by a chokehold.

I wasn't ready for a sudden Ajax. What does this mean??????

And this one just makes me laugh. Whichever Ordo member wrote this, I vehemently disagree with u and am on Khaenri'ah's side with this one. I'd much rather have bread then some higher power nonsense. In my fic I tend to write Khaenri'ah more akin to a modern nation than a fantasy one, and its nice to see me vindicated pfft.

Other random notes, enjoyed that the Fatui weren't just cartoonishly evil in both the main and world quests. I like some nuance. I saw that Sandrone hint, that was fun. Though it makes me wonder when we'll get Columbina lore (especially because if the theory about Harbinger boss fight order based on the Constellation circle is true, she should be showing up soon. Though also I half think that order will break because if it doesn't, it means Sandrone will probably be the final Harb boss which is an odd choice.) As revealed on Furina's weapon, Egeria being around during Remuria raises so many questions around the timeline of events. Genshin pls tell me when the Archon war takes place in all this pls (if they tell us in some lore I haven't read yet, whoops). (also on egeria, I mourn my version but hey, she exists in my heart and in my fics pfft. I can't wait to write her in smfwtwd and venti fic, though she's getting a new name for confusion and better symbolsism)

the contrast between Neuvi and Furina after the quest is so funny and sad. Neuvi "Furina is the best, I want her to be happy". Furina, "Every hates me Neuvillette most of all, I can never face him again." And the other Archons, they are all like Furina, wow u are so cool (which just highlights Neuvi's utter disdain for them other than Nahida haha).

And most vitally, Furina and Venti should be best friends. Musically inclined performers who definitely aren't plotting to overthrow the heavens. I think they are neat (they also both have Latin names!).

#avem rambling #avem's asks #I could probably go on forever #but I'll restrain myself pfft #also still making my way through the exploration #finished the ordo the fairy and the missing pelican quests #but my exploration in general is still low #I like taking my time #like I took my time answering this ask pfft #as u can tell I have to many thoughts lol

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