#the o.c. imagines

[sillyteecup]

Nothing is fair in love and war

Roman Reigns x black!o.c

Warnings:

18+

Strong language

Mentioned violence

Angst

A.N: Soooo this based on a post I saw by @msbigredmachine talking about how no one came out to help our boy Roman because of how much of a menace he's been since 2020. I also happened to be listening to Careless by FKA twigs and Daniel Caesar while writing this. Anyway, thank you for reading. Enjoy❤️

Raised in a Christian Household, Leti and her family would always start the day with the Lord's prayer, and then again in the mornings at school with her classmates and teachers, and then again before the end of the day with the same classmates and teachers, and then again at the 7 pm Bible study she would go to to satisfy her mother. She knew "Our Father," word for word and bar for bar. It was etched into her brain, and had become a core memory she would never be rid of.

Her mother would be thrilled to learn that at least that part of her religious teachings survived.

The thing about Leti's relationship is with Our Father was that as she had grown older, life had pushed her into a direction where she found herself agreeing less and less with the prayer. Every proclamation slowly began to contradict her thoughts and opinions. Her character gradually morphed into one that opposed the prayer almost entirely. One line however, stood out the most to Leti.

"And forgive us for our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us," was a proclamation that never resonated with her. Her father knew that. Her mother knew that. Her old friends at school knew that. Sami Zayn knew that. And now Roman was about to find out that forgiveness was not in her lexicon.

The man in question had been pacing in frustration, chugging down a bottle of water to cool his high temperature. It was his third night back on Smackdown and he had already been jumped by Solo and his little merryband of evildoers, or the Bloodline as they refer themselves to. As much as Leti held no current respect for Roman, she still held the sentiment that Solo and Solettes were unworthy of the privilege of being a part of the Bloodline, let alone spear heading it. They didn't deserve the luxury of representing the family. Not after everything they had done to disregard everything Leti, Roman, and the twins had built while Solo mostly stood there like an overgrown cinderblock that got tossed around every now and again in every solo match. Still, with that very sentiment, Leti held not a single shred of sympathy for Roman. He got what he had deserved.

"You're just gonna sit there and say nothing?" he demanded gruffly, glaring at Leti who was sitting on the couch and scrolling through twitter. In a fashion true to her nature, she rolled her eyes and remained silent. She was no longer on his time and would speak when she felt like it.

"Leti, I'm talking to you," Roman said, irritation growing at the silence.

A silence that never wavered as Leti still refused to budge.

"Leleti Reigns-" Roman had begun to yell causing Leti to put her phone down.

"Norwood. Leleti Norwood," she corrected coldly, glaring daggers at him. The hurt in his eyes was gone as quickly as it had come, as it had been replaced with rage.

"So that's how you wanna act huh?" he asked, disbelief mixing into his low tone.

Leti clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. Roman never seemed to understand the concept of consequences. His brain always just zoomed into victim mode. It truly was a shame that she had even managed to be able to see past that flaw four whole years ago.

"You brought it onto yourself," she stated, hazel eyes narrowing to slits. It was about time someone finally humbled him from the little power trip he thought he was gonna be taking since he had been back.

Roman's jaw ticked at her words. The truth always dealt a brutal blow when you hated hearing it. "And I plan on fixing it," he told her as he began pacing again. This time he was likely plotting his game plan.

Leti's left eyebrow arched at the statement, "How? With a superman punch? Or will it be a spear?" she inquired. The venom in her tone did not go unnoticed by Roman.

"I don't know, but maybe if you made yourself useful instead of sitting over there and acting like a fucking child, I could come up with something feasible," Roman hissed as he stalked towards her.

Leti rolled her eyes at the man towering above her, not feeling intimidated in the slightest. She had become all too familiar with his little scare-tactics and had become impervious to them. "And why the hell would I want to do that?" she questioned evenly.

"Loyalty. Loyalty to the Bloodline; your loyalty to me-" he had begun to explain before being cut-off by a bitter chuckle from Leti.

"Surely it must be drugs or some shit because while my loyalties lie with the Bloodline, I have none left for you. Not after that cowardly shit you pulled at Mania," she said bitterly. Leti was observant. She knew Roman almost as well as she knew that prayer. The quick parting and closing of his lips and the flicker of his eyes from the ceiling to the ground as a means of hiding what could possibly be tears, meant that his facade was on the verge of shattering.

All the cracks from the twins betrayal, his loss at Mania, his cousins' betrayal of his legacy, Leti's change in demeanor since he had returned, his cousins using his own numbers game against him, and now this very moment, had finally caught up to him

"It hurts doesn't it?" Leti asked, features fixed in anger. "Being alone? That shit stings no?"

Roman's jaw ticked again as he licked his lips, eyes still everywhere but on hers.

Leti rose from her place on the couch and proceeded to glare right into Roman's skull. Despite the glaring height difference, her gaze still burned through his mind.

"You don't get to run away for four whole fucking months then come back and expect everybody to treat you like some martyr for cleaning up the mess that you fucking made. Just because the fans are buying into it, doesn't mean I or anybody in this damn locker room is, " Leti snarled as she poked him in the chest with the long nail on her index finger.

"This isn't some fucking fairytale or superhero movie where you're suddenly absolved from your bullshit because you're 'doing the work'! This is real life, and in real life, there are consequences. And you haven't even cracked the tip of the iceberg," she said, chuckling at the last statement.

With a quick exhale, she bent to grab her phone and quickly moved to leave the dressing room. Right as she turned though, she felt a calloused hand grab her bicep, stopping her from leaving. The familiar feel of his palm sent her into an emotional frenzy on it's own with all the memories it brought back. The pleasure they once held, was now replaced with pain.

"Don't turn your back on me. Please," she heard him plead softly. Her snapped to face him. His eyes held nothing but remorse for his actions, and fear that he was about to lose her on top of everything else he had lost. Unfortunately for him, he was four months too late.

"Or what? You'll leave again? Run away like a little bitch after a loss so you can sip margaritas and fuck all kinds of bitches on rotation at some private resort on a cute little island? Huh? Not call or text to let me know you're okay or at least fucking alive while everything goes to shit? Answer me Roman! Fucking answer me!" she had begun to yell, having yanked her arm from his grip. He remained quiet, lips pursuing into a thin line as he understood that anything he could say now would only add to her rightful anger.

"You gonna leave me here to watch Jimmy and Paul get decimated huh? You gonna leave me here to get powerbombed through a table by Solo and his fucking goons all because I stayed loyal to you, huh? Loyal even after you abandoned us! Abandoned me! The woman you claimed to love, the only fuckin person that stuck by you through everything Roman!" she cried, shoving him with every statement.

Roman however did not fight back. At least he knew he deserved it. He closed his eyes to try and fight back tears while he took deep breaths to stop himself from breaking down right there and then. The truth always dealt a brutal blow, but Leti knew how to make that shit cut into one's flesh.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in an attempt to control his voice.

Leti's features morphed into an expression of pure hatred. "That's too fucking bad, because you're four months late," she hissed. With one last glare, she turned to leave. This time Roman allowed her to storm out of his dressing room for what he knew would be the last time.

Out of the many things he had come to learn about Leleti, one of his favourite things was that forgiveness just wasn't a part of her lexicon.

If only he had known that there were no exceptions to the rule.

[cosmicourple]

Y'know what we need more of? : God of War! fankids.

Whether they be adaptations of unused Mythological Characters or complete O.C’s, I would love more of them 👏.

[anxiouspotatorants]

It keeps on hitting me just how much we could’ve had of Lane and Dave through the seasons that we never did.

Like creative differences in the band and balancing couple conflicts with band conflicts. Lane meeting Dave’s family and interacting with them. The two of them fighting for each other and for the band to make it, no matter what «making it» looked like. Even genuinely tackling long distance if they truly wanted Dave to go off to study for a while.

Flirtations, jokes, music nerdy rants, making time for each other, writing each other songs, cute dates and loving touches in the background. They were never supposed to be a front and centre couple, but what a supporting cast couple they not only were but could have been

[cinemaocd]

So I just googled it and Fifty Shades came out four years after the O.C. predicted society being swept up reading an erotic novel with the Season for Peaches story arc...

[thedragonflycluster]

So I've been in physical therapy for about 4 months now, and that's taken up most of my time in these past months. I've had a lot of good progress, some areas of it slower. I like my physical therapist a lot. He's been polite and understanding, and overall has been helpful in accommodating with certain things about my condition. Just a good guy overall, I've never felt uncomfortable or unheard by him.

I have no doubt he will be understanding this time around, but I'll have to tell him in my upcoming appointment that I'm having problems with my ass. I've been having a lot of muscle spasms that cause fatigue, and make my exercises a slog to get through.

I have to tell this polite man that I have a malfunctioning ass. Please give me strength in these trying times. ☘️

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

[ranikyani]

The Richmond Archives 🏛️ II [J-R]

A collection of fics centered around Terry Richmond as a main character, exploring different stories, relationships, and adventures.

💌: Make sure you read warnings before engaging + Take care of yourself while reading, mwah💋

🏡: Return to Daddy's Library or…

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✍🏾 Writers, this is a work in progress... but if anything needs to be changed or removed immediately pls lmk.

Status: Completed 🏁 - Ongoing📝 - Hiatus ⏸️

Length: Drabble✨ - OneShot 🎯 - Series 📚 - MiniSeries ⏳ - Universe 🌎

Note: Summary will be provided for stories without one included. If anything should be changed pls lmk. I haven't read 1/2 these fics yet… will continue to update summaries/emojis as I make progress.

J

Jaded 📝⏳

Summary: in which you decide to end the toxic situation-ship you share with Terry— except this man only know how to suck you back in.

Author: @theblacklewinsky

Just Keep Breathing 🎯

Summary: Terry teaches you some important breathing techniques.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Just One Taste 🎯

Summary: You got it really bad for your fine-ass next-door neighbor and co-worker Terry Richmond, just an unhealthy obsession for him and it was his birthday, all you wanted was to make him yours. But will he be open to you? Turns out he was just as hooked as you were.

Author: @notapradagurl7

K

Kitchen's Closed 🎯

Summary: Terry catches you in the kitchen late at night and has his own idea of a midnight snack.

Author: @avoidthings

L

Late Night Writes #1 ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry makes you say your affirmations after hearing you speak negatively about yourself.

Late Night Writes #2 ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry is having a hard time decompressing from work and he needs you to help him relieve some stress.

Late Night Writes #3 (pt. 1) ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry orders you to keep quiet after constantly dealing with your smart mouth.

Late Night Writes #4 (pt. 2) ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry orders you to keep quiet after constantly dealing with your smart mouth.

Late Night Writes #5 ✨

Summary: Imagine… Terry’s only goal is to provide you with pleasure but you test him at the wrong moment.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Law and Order 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x Thick black woman!OC

Author: @nayaesworld

Lawyer!Terry ✨

Summary:...

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

Lemons and Limes 🎯

Summary: Safe to say, maybe you shouldn’t be left alone…and you should probably listen to your husband

Author: @dc418writes

Let Me Take Control 🎯

Summary: Your fine as hell neighbor, Terry, hits you up late at night with a text. Already knowing what’s ‘bout to go down, you invite him over and get yourself ready for an unforgettable night.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Let Me Talk 📝⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

Let Me Teach You 📝⏳

Summary: Toxic Professor!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

A Lethal Shot Of Passion 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x black!o.c

Author: @sillyteecup

Let's Do It 🎯

Summary: While getting ready for work Michelle gets into a make-out with her boyfriend Terry.

Author: @keyaho

Let's Make Up 🎯

Summary: Terrys been spending a lot of time helping Summer recover and you can’t help but to feel neglected and a bit jealous.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

Lick Back 🏁⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond is stationed at the Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base where he teaches incoming soldiers close quarters combat techniques as a MCMAP instructor. While hanging with rowdy fresh blood recruits at a bar, he meets Nova, the new wife of a fellow soldier who recently moved to Oceanside from South Carolina. Nova and her husband Jordan seem close at first, but Terry knows that Jordan cheats on her every chance he gets with secret weekend trysts. When Nova becomes pregnant and struggles to keep her marriage together, Terry steps in to cheer her up from Jordan's indifference. But he unintentionally embarks upon an illicit affair with Nova that turns his life upside down.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

Licking The Bloodstains From Your Alter 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x black!o.c

Author: @sillyteecup

Lipstick Stains 🎯

Summary: Terry finds himself fully immersed in a woman who frequently visits the coffee shop he helps his sister run. Sometimes it's the littlest things that can catch your attention and hold it hostage.

Author: @simplyzeeka

Lovers Nor Friends ✨

Summary: lines always end up crossed between friends with benefits.

Author: @saturnville

Luther 🎯

Summary:...

Author: @androgynousgaz

M

Made Men 🎯

Summary: Focus on your studies, mind your manners, and stay away from that Richmond boy. Your aunt sang that same tune to you over and over again…but destiny had better plans. And In a world where most people experienced death long before love, how could you deny fate when it came wrapped in a 6’3 package with a crimson bow on top..made men made the underground world go round and yours just so happened to be a bit off its axis..

Author: @nayaesworld

Made You Fall For Me 🎯

Summary: It had been two weeks since the anniversary of Mike’s death and Terry still beat himself up over it. Tired of Terry not letting you in, you join him in the shower and show him that he has a life to lead right here and now with you. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Mafioso ⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond X OC!Marina

Author: @nayaesworld

Make Me Weak 📝📚

Summary: Desperately at your absolute limit, you decide to see one last therapist to try and help with your condition. After one session, Dr. Richmond manages to put you at ease, giving you enough tools to start you on your journey. As the exploration continues, your true hope is that you don’t get burned.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

Marked 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @hotgrlcece

Merry Christmas from the Richmonds 🎯

Summary: terry is so sexy, but he's also technologically challenged.

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

My Favorite Dork 🎯

Summary: “You’re such a dork!”

Author: @nayaesworld

My Funny Valentine 🎯⏳

Summary: You weren’t sure if this thing with Terry could survive outside of the cabin. But Terry lures you to Atlanta for a hot, steamy getaway this Valentine’s weekend. Once you join him, he takes you on the most romantic date you’ve ever been on and delivers on every single promise he made.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

My Little Secret 🎯

Summary: living next door to the cutest six year old had some benefits.

Author: @keyaho

N

Naughty List 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @hotgrlcece

Never Coming Home 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

New Year, Same Bullshit 🎯

Summary: Toxic Babydaddy!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Author: @theereinawrites

Not So Secret Santa 🎯

Summary: Eve Dillard’s favorite holiday has lost its sparkle since a painful breakup, leaving her to navigate another lonely Christmas. But when a familiar snow globe from a secret admirer resurfaces, she’s drawn back into the past. The gift leads her to reconnect with Terry Richmond, a high school friend and long-lost crush who’s returned from military service. As their reunion stirs up old feelings, Eve is reminded of the magic of the season and the possibility of rediscovered love.

Author: @brattyfics

A Neighborly Favor ✨

Summary: In which Terry answers a call.

Author: @slippinninque

NSFW Alphabet ✨

Summary: Do you know your ABCs?

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

O

Off the Beaten Path 📝⏳

Summary: Nivea Douglas takes Terry Richmond into her home after he saves her. Terry doesn’t want to be a burden, but Nivea insists.

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Office Hours ✨

Summary: Professor!Terry

Author: @ripeandsoft

One Chance 🎯

Summary: Reader reconnects with her ex husband while living under the same roof.

Author: @nayaxwrites

One More Taste 🎯

Summary: You got it really bad for your fine-ass next-door neighbor and co-worker Terry Richmond, just an unhealthy obsession for him and it was his birthday, all you wanted was to make him yours. But will he be open to you? Turns out he was just as hooked as you were.

Author: @notapradagurl7

The One That Got Away 🎯

Summary: After globetrotting as a digital nomad for three years, Michaela Maxwell returns to her hometown and meets the man of her dreams in a soldier named Terry Richmond. The only problem is, dreams happen when one is asleep to the truth. In Michaela's case, she wakes up to the sad reality that Terry won't really be the happily-ever-after she desires if he cant let go of a past love.

Author: @uzumaki-rebellion

The Only One 🎯

Summary:...

Author: @miyuhpapayuh

Overnight Celebrity ✨

Summary: Pornstar!Terry x Pornstar!Reader

Author: @dxddykenn

Overtime ⌛️

Summary: it's damn near impossible to focus on his job when he's always five seconds away from committing an HR violation with his favorite employee.

Author: @kenshisluvrgirl

P

Perfect Gentleman 🎯

Summary: Terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.

Author: @theblacklewinsky

Praise In Advance 🎯

Summary: is this man a demon? he’s rough, but controlled. blink and you’ll miss it.

Author: @keyaho

Professor Richmond 🎯

Summary: College student, Aaliyah, is obsessed with her Professor and tries to use what she has to get a favor out of him during the last class of the semester.

Author: @mymindisneverhere

P.S. I Love You 🎯

Summary: You suddenly receive letters that re open the wounds of grief. But they turn out for the better.

Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Pyro 🎯

Summary: Terry Richmond tries to get revenge on the family that is said to kill his cousin Mike. After the first two failed attempts, Terry sought to finally succeed at the next attempt. After all, third time's the charm, right?

Author: @simplyzeeka

Q

Quality Time ✨

Summary: Terry and his wife having sex for the first time since their baby was born

Author: @ripeandsoft

R

Reminiscing 🎯

Summary: Terry falls in love with the reader all over again after seeing her in a dress that reminds him of when they first met. When they arrive home, he shows his appreciation.

Author: @nayaxwrites

R.E.L.L.S 📝📚

Summary: nami joins a bdsm community in hopes of finding a dominator/partner. she manages to snag Terry Richmond the most sought after and picky dominant in the community of their city.

Author: @keyaho

Richmond Inc 📝📚

Summary: When Terry Richmond, the formidable CEO of Richmond Inc., one of the world's most elite private security firms, sets his sights on recruiting Lorence as a director, he expects ambition, not defiance. She is sharp, skilled, and destined for leadership, but there is one problem. Working closer to Terry is the last thing she wants. He is intimidating, ruthless, and far too handsome for her peace of mind. He is a boss she would rather keep at a distance.

Author: @artsninspo

Ruffian 📝⏳

Summary: Ryan has been living a lonely life on her farm for a decade now. With no family to seek company from, she developed a routine with just her and her animals, something that soothed her loneliness. Until her happiness came back a little earlier than expected.

Author: @simplyzeeka

Rugged Whiskey ⏳

Summary: Terry Richmond X OC!Khia

Author: @nayaesworld

Ruined 🎯

Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry has been spending more time in the gym lately, preferring to retreat into his head like he often does. Tonight, however, you aim to take his mind off of his worries if only for a little while.

Author: @megamindsecretlair

[kckt88]

Scorched Hearts XVI

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

After Aemond disappears, Valaena sets out to find him.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Confrontation, Confessions, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut, Oral Sex (M & F Recieving), Come Swallowing, Fingering, P in V & Sex on Dragonback!!

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5405

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, do not copy/post to other sights without my permission.

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The cold wind stung Valaena’s face, but she barely noticed as she pushed Silverwing faster through the clouds.

Her gloved hands tightened around the handles of the saddle, thoughts storming through her mind as she remembered Aemond’s tortured confession—'Because I tried to kill you’.

The look of horror on his face had seared itself into her memory, leaving her shaken. She hadn’t had a moment to respond before he had bolted from their chambers, mounting Vhagar and vanishing into the sky.

Now, he’d been missing for three days, gone without a word or trace, his absence hanging like a shadow over her heart.

Valaena had waited, given him time to grapple with the storm raging inside him, but she could bear it no longer.

Mounting Silverwing, she’d taken to the sky, knowing instinctively where he must have gone.

There was only one place he would seek refuge: the small cabin by the Wendwater, hidden deep in the forest—their sanctuary, their place.

The memory of his haunted face made her stomach twist as she imagined him alone, suffering with the weight of his guilt.

She would find him, speak to him, and bring him home.

Silverwing must have felt her urgency, for the dragon roared and pushed her wings harder, cutting through the clouds as they descended over the Wendwater.

Valaena’s eyes swept across the dense trees below, searching for any sign of Vhagar.

Though Vhagar was massive, her scales often blended with the shades of the forest; it was only when Silverwing gave a chirping call—a sound she reserved only for Vhagar—that she knew for sure.

In answer, a familiar low rumble echoed through the trees. Relief surged through Valaena’s chest.

He was here.

Guiding Silverwing to a clearing, her wings stirring up the sand as she landed with a powerful thud.

Unhooking herself from the saddle, Valaena slid down Silverwing’s side, one hand reaching to rest on her dragon’s neck.

“Sȳz riña,” murmured Valaena, her voice low and gentle (Good girl).

Silverwing trilled in reply, before turning to lumber toward Vhagar, who gave a softer rumble in return.

The two dragons, as familiar with each other as their riders, seemed to settle close, forming their own quiet comfort.

Valaena took a deep breath and turned her gaze toward the cabin, her heart steadying with each step.

She had come here with one purpose—to break the silence that was consuming them both.

Valaena took purposeful strides, the weight of her determination pushing her forward.

As she approached the cabin door, she paused for a moment, gathering her resolve.

Then, she opened the weathered wooden door.

Aemond sat slouched in the chair by the fire, his face illuminated by the flickering flames, his singular eye bloodshot and rimmed with tears.

He stared blankly into the fire; his usually sharp features worn down with anguish. He looked up as the door creaked open, his shoulders stiffening when he saw Valaena standing there.

“Aemond?”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not?” Valaena asked, her tone edged with frustration.

“You know why,” Aemond murmured, refusing to look at her.

Valaena scoffed, stepping inside and letting the door slam shut behind her. “Because you said you tried to kill me?”

His breath hitched, but he nodded. “Yes-I did.”

“And that’s why you’ve been acting so strange lately,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“Yes,” he admitted, his tone hollow.

“Aemond” exclaimed Valaena as she unclasped her cloak and draped it over the back of a wooden chair.

“Do you not fear me?” he asked suddenly, the words spilling out unbidden as he turned his head slightly toward her.

“No,” she said softly. “Never-”

He shook his head in disbelief, staring back into the fire. “I admit that I tried to kill you, and yet you do not fear me.”

Valaena crossed her arms over her chest and stepped closer. “I know there’s more to it than that. You wouldn’t just decide to end my life. You had your reasons, didn’t you?”

Aemond clenched his fists. “I do not wish to discuss it.”

“Well, I do,” she shot back.

His voice rose, raw and sharp. “Go home, Valaena.”

“No,” she said firmly. “Not without you.”

He huffed, finally turning to look at her. “Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Look who’s talking.”

Aemond sighed, his shoulders sagging as he ran a hand through his unkempt hair. “Look, Valaena, I—”

“No,” she interrupted, her tone resolute. “We’re going to talk. Whether you like it or not.”

He scowled, his temper flaring. “Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

The words hit her like a blow, and her face fell. For a moment, she said nothing, her hurt clear in her eyes.

But then she straightened, her voice unwavering. “Because I am your wife, and I love you. Aemond, please, don’t shut me out.”

He turned away again, pressing his hands to his face.

“I can’t-I-can’t” muttered Aemond.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Valena asked, her voice breaking. “To us?”

He didn’t answer, his silence louder than any words.

“So that’s it, then?” she demanded, her frustration boiling over. “This is how it’s going to be from now on? You confess something like that and then flee like a coward instead of facing me?”

Aemond’s head snapped up, and his eye narrowed. “You think me a coward?”

“What else am I supposed to think?” she challenged.

Aemond stood suddenly, towering over her, his voice sharp with pain. “Do you have any idea how hard this is for me?”

“No, I don’t!” she snapped back. “Because you won’t talk to me! How are we supposed to deal with this, to move past it, if you won’t talk?”

He took a step back, his breathing uneven. “I’m afraid.”

Her voice softened. “Of what?”

His eye glistened with unshed tears. “Of what you’ll think of me. Of what it will mean for us.”

“For the love of all that is holy, please,” she pleaded. “Just talk to me.”

He exploded, his voice raw and desperate as he surged forward. “You want me to talk? Fine, I’ll talk!”

She stood firm, her gaze unwavering. “I’m listening.”

Aemond began pacing, his movements erratic as he wrestled with his emotions. “Growing up, I never really knew what love was. My father barely acknowledged me, and my mother-well, that’s not something I wish to discuss at the moment-”

“Aemond—” Valaena began, but he raised a hand to silence her.

“-But then there was you,” he said, his voice softening, trembling. “You taught me what love was, you showed me something that terrified me and enraptured me in equal measure, and I quickly found myself craving it-”

Valaena nodded silently a tear slipping down her cheek.

“We were supposed to hate one another, stand opposite sides of the chasm that had opened up within our family, yet when everything seemed to conspire against us, we found a way to be together.”

“Because you are everything to me,” said Valaena, more tears brimming in her violet eyes.

Aemond nodded, his own tears slipping down his cheeks. “And you are the love of my life. When you were in that coma-” His voice cracked, and he had to pause to gather himself. “-Something inside me broke. No one knew if you were going to wake up. Your mother and Gerardys-they began discussing giving you a high dose of sweet sleep.”

“What?” whispered Valaena, her face pale.

“They thought it was kinder than letting you suffer as you wasted away,” he said, his voice hoarse. “-And at first, I couldn’t accept it. The pain of losing you was too much. But then I realized they were right. And even though it tore me apart, I knew it was kinder to let you go.”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “Go on.”

Aemond met her gaze, his face contorted with anguish. “I remembered what you said to me. That if you were to die, then you wanted it to be by my hand.”

“Yes,” she said, her heart aching.

“And I swore that if anyone was going to end your life, it would be me. So, I stood over you with a pillow in my hands, ready to keep my promise.” His voice broke as tears streamed freely down his face. “But I couldn’t do it. I lost my nerve.”

Valaena stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him as he sobbed into her shoulder. “It’s okay, my love.”

“No, it isn’t,” he choked. “I could have killed you. I almost did.”

“You had your reasons,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “You didn’t know that I was going to wake up.”

“But you did wake up,” he said, pulling back to look at her. “And what I almost did haunts me every single day.”

She cupped his face, her thumb brushing away his tears. “You should have told me. Instead of pushing me away.”

“I was ashamed of myself,” he confessed. “For what I almost did. For what I almost cost our children.”

“You don’t have to carry this alone anymore,” she said, her voice steady. “Let me help you.”

His arms came around her then, holding her tightly as if afraid to let go. “I’m sorry, Valaena. For everything.”

"Aemond," she said, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. "Why won’t you lay with me?"

His head shot up, his single eye meeting hers briefly before flickering away, shame and guilt etched into his features.

"Valaena, it’s not that simple."

"Then explain it to me," she pressed, "Because I’m at a loss. You won’t touch me, and you won’t even kiss me as you used too. What is it? Do you not desire me anymore?"

Aemond stared at her aghast "Gods, of course I desire you. You’re all I think about, Valaena."

"Then what is it?" she demanded, exasperation slipping into her voice. "Do you have any idea how much this hurts? To feel like I’ve done something wrong?"

Aemond took a deep breath his expression raw and vulnerable. "I’m scared."

"Of what?" asked Valaena softly.

"Of losing you," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t-I can’t risk my seed taking root and getting you with child again. Carrying another child so soon could kill you. I couldn’t bear it. I can’t lose you-I won’t"

Valaena’s eyes softened, and she reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "Aemond, there are ways to prevent that from happening. You know there are."

Aemond shook his head, pulling away. "What if it doesn’t work? What if it fails? Valaena, we already have four children"

A smile tugged at her lips, a hint of playfulness breaking through the gravity of the moment.

"Rhaegar happened because there were several occasions where I forgot to take the tea, Elaena was planned, as was Daenys. And Aemon-" she added, arching a brow, "-was conceived because moon tea was in short supply during our sail back to Westeros."

He stared at her, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came.

Valaena stepped closer, cupping his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Your fear is valid, my love, but you cannot let it control you. I promise, I will take the moon tea. I’ll even drink the damn stuff it in front of you if that’s what it takes to ease your mind. But please-" her voice softened, laced with longing, "-do not let the fear of a possibility rob us of being with each other in that way-

“Valaena-” muttered Aemond.

“I know you miss it too and I’m telling you now I do not wish to be deprived of your cock any longer”

A soft chuckle escaped him, the sound warm and unexpected, and he reached up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Is that so?"

"Yes-" she replied with a grin, her hand sliding to his chest. "I will not stand for it-I have needs Aemond, as I know you do-"

For the first time in what felt like forever, Aemond smiled—truly smiled. He cupped her face with both hands. "Can you ever forgive me?" he asked softly.

"Oh, my love. There’s nothing to forgive," she whispered, leaning into his touch.

Aemond’s smile grew, the tension in his shoulders melting away as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.

He poured everything into it—his fear, his love, his apology—and she returned it with equal fervour, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as if to anchor him.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, he murmured against her lips, "Come. Let me deprive you no longer."

And with that, he swept her into his arms, reclaiming what they had nearly lost.

Aemond watched with a hooded gaze as Valaena began to remove her riding leathers, letting them fall to the floor.

Whilst she removed them, Aemond hastily pulled off his own tunic and breeches, he sighed in relief as his already hard cock was free from its confines.

Valaena smiled slightly as she hooked her fingers around her own small clothes and slowly pulled them down, Aemond could feel himself salivating as he stared at her cunny.

“Come here-” growled Aemond, as he reached out and pulled Valaena onto the bed.

“Let me take care of you” muttered Valaena as she placed kisses along Aemond’s sharp jaw and then down his neck, making sure to gently nip and suck his skin as she went.

She carried on moving down, pausing as she reached his chest, she grinned as she took one of his nipples into her mouth, her tongue teasing it before she bit down gently.

“FUCK” moaned Aemond.

“Does issa dārys like that?” asked Valaena as she moved across and gave his other nipple the same attention, (My King).

“Oh. Gods” whimpered Aemond as she moved further down his body, her tongue and teeth grazing his pale skin.

When she reached the light trail of hair from his belly button down to his cock, she pressed her nose against him and giggled when she felt the hair tickle her skin.

“Kostilus issa jorrāelagon” begged Aemond (Please my love).

“Ao līs umbagon issa zaldrīzes” replied Valaena (You must wait, my dragon).

Aemond stared down at his wife, his mouth hanging open as Valaena’s warm, wet mouth quickly wrapped around the head of his cock.

Her tongue gently moving around the tip – tracing the ridges and licking off the drops of pre-cum that had started leaking out.

“Fuck, Valaena!” groaned Aemond as he threaded his fingers through his wife’s dark hair.

Valaena ran the flat of her tongue along Aemond’s length, tracing every hard inch of him.

Aemond’s heart almost stopped when she moved down to suck his stones into her mouth, one at a time.

Her warm hand moving slowly over the hard length of him.

When Valaena moved and engulfed Aemond’s cock in her mouth again, he squeezed his eye shut. She was driving him crazy.

But Aemond forced himself to open his eye, he needed to watch as his wife sucked his cock. 

“Your taking me so well. Such a good girl for me-” moaned Aemond.

Aemond knew it would push the limits of his control, but he did not care. He just had to watch his cock disappear into Valaena’s mouth and see it come back out, shining with her spit.

Her head moving back and forth, her perfect pink lips stretched around the length of him.

“I’m not going to last-It’s been too long-too long-gods” groaned Aemond.

Valaena smiled slightly and began moving faster, also using one of her hands in rhythm with her mouth. 

“It feels so good-that’s it” groaned Aemond.

Valaena responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing as much of her husband’s cock as she could, whilst her other hand cupped his stones.

“Shit-Valaena. I’m going to spill-. Oh, fuck, I’m-” shouted Aemond as he exploded.

His wife took every last drop, swallowing his warm seed and licking him clean.

When he recovered, Aemond saw Valaena’s self-satisfied smile.

“Was that to your liking my darling husband?” asked Valaena.

“Y-Yes. Now get up here and ride my face until I’m ready again” gasped Aemond.

“Are you sure?” whispered Valaena.

“Get up here and sit on my fucking face” ordered Aemond, his cock already twitching with interest.

Valaena hovered above Aemond’s face; her knees splayed on either side of his head.

“Such a pretty cunny-" breathed Aemond as he ran the flat of his tongue along Valaena’s soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Valaena her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it Issa dōna. Let me hear you” (My sweet).

“YES. It feels so good. Don’t stop. Aemond. Please” begged Valaena.

“FUCK” growled Aemond.

“Ooooh A-Aemond” shrieked Valaena.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Valaena, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Valaena "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick wet folds.

“Oh" whimpered Valaena; her chest heaving as she began to gently roll her hips against his face, his nose bumping against her pearl.

“That’s it baby, ride my fucking face” groaned Aemond, his cock was so hard that it was boarding on painful.

 Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I don’t want to wait any longer, peak for me baby” moaned Aemond.

Finally, he felt Valaena’s inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Valaena’s back arched taut as a bow and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped his fingers slowly and lapped at his wife’s centre as she came.

After a few minutes, Aemond gently urged his wife to move down, so she was hovering above his cock.

Her hand wrapped around him, running the head of his cock along her warm wet folds.

“Your such a tease” moaned Aemond as his hips jerking involuntarily.

“But it feels so good” replied Valaena as she slowly sunk down on his cock, so only the tip of him was inside her.

“P-Please-” whimpered Aemond.

“Uh-uh” said Valaena shaking her head from side to side.

After a few torturous minutes Aemond couldn’t take it anymore and seized his wife’s hips, before surging up and ploughing his hard cock into her soaked cunt.

"AEMOND!" screamed Valaena.

"Gods. You feel so good" rasped Aemond.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Valaena, her tone bordering on desperate as she rolled her hips against his.

Aemond started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his wife squeezing his cock.

“P-Please. Husband” whined Valaena as Aemond began teasing her pearl with his thumb.

“That’s it-take all of me”

“OH-MY-“ shrieked Valaena as Aemond began to move.

"Faster, please" begged Valaena.

“Like this?” replied Aemond as he gave a quick deep thrust.

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Valaena.

Her hands ran along his arms, over his shoulders and down his chest, digging her nails into his pale skin.

“Gods, Valaena" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond-oh please" whispered Valaena "Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me, filling me up. Give me what I need”.

Aemond knew exactly what Valaena was doing, and he couldn’t help himself.

Valaena wanted faster and he was going much faster now, his feet planted on the bed to give him more leverage and his pace increased with every filthy word that dropped from his wife’s luscious lips as he pounded into her.

“Aemond-I’m going to peak. Oh, fuck!” screamed Valaena.

Valaena always looked amazing when she came. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her amethyst eyes alive with lust, and her pale skin shining with sweat.

Gods he had such a fool to deprive him and her of this, that moment in the world where only the two of them seemed to exist, that moment they were connected as one.

“I-I’m going t-to f-finish-” groaned Aemond,

“Y-Yes, A-Aemond-Give it to me” whined Valaena as she clamped down around his cock so hard he could hardly move.

That, combined with how glorious Valaena looked, pushed Aemond over the edge, the heat shooting across his abdomen.

“God. Valaena” groaned Aemond as he exploded. His cock throbbing and twitching as he spilled his seed inside his wife’s wet heat.

The soft glow of the fire bathed the cabin in warmth as Valaena lay sprawled across Aemond, her leg slung lazily over his waist.

His hand traced idle patterns along the bare skin of her back, a touch that was tender and unhurried.

Her face was pressed against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I could hear you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond’s hand stilled. “What?” he asked, tilting his head to peer down at her, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“When I was in my coma,” she continued, her tone soft and contemplative. “I could hear your voice.”

His eye widened, surprise and disbelief flickering across his face. “Truly?”

She nodded slowly, shifting to look up at him, her violet eyes glinting in the firelight. “It was kind of muffled, like I had my head underwater, but I knew it was you. I would recognize your voice anywhere.”

Aemond swallowed hard, his throat tightening with emotion. “I never left your side,” he confessed. “Not for a moment.”

“I know,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I wanted so badly to reach out to you, to let you know I was still there, but I couldn’t. And then-I saw you.”

He stilled, his fingers pausing their soothing motion on her back. “You saw me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded again, her lips curving into a faint smile. “We were flying, you and I, soaring through the clouds. And then there was a light. It was warm, so inviting. But then you called out to me. You wouldn’t let me go.”

His chest rose and fell beneath her as he exhaled shakily. “I had a similar dream,” he admitted, his voice rough. “You wanted me to take you home.”

Her smile widened as she nuzzled against him. “Maybe our souls were reaching for one another.”

“I’d like to think so,” he murmured, his hand resuming its gentle patterns on her back.

A low rumble from outside broke the silence, the unmistakable sound of Silverwing grumbling.

Valaena sighed, reluctantly lifting her head. “I think she’s telling us it’s time to head back to the Red Keep.”

As she began to sit up, Aemond’s arm shot out, pulling her back down against him. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet,” he said, his voice husky with intent.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she arched a brow. “Oh, is that right?”

In one fluid motion, Aemond shifted them, rolling so that she was beneath him, his weight a comforting pressure as he nestled between her legs.

His lips brushed against hers, a teasing whisper of a kiss that left her yearning for more.

“I have some making up to do,” he murmured, his tone deep and low, sending a shiver through her.

Valaena grinned, her fingers tangling in his silver hair as she pulled him closer. “I’m glad to hear it,” she whispered.

As they approached Vhagar and Silverwing, Aemond grabbed Valaena’s wrist and spun her around. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, full of passion and longing.

Valaena gasped against his mouth but melted into him for a moment, her hands curling into the fabric of his tunic.

When she pulled away, her cheeks were flushed. “Aemond,” she began breathlessly, “we must return to the Red Keep.”

He pouted, his eye narrowing playfully as he nuzzled his nose up her cheek. “Do we have to?” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing.

Valaena giggled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “For our children.”

His lips curved into a smile at that, his expression softening. “Ah, yes. Our little dragons.”

As she turned to mount Silverwing, Aemond caught her wrist again. “Fly with me,” he said, his voice almost pleading.

Valaena glanced at Silverwing, who snorted in annoyance, stamping her clawed feet in protest. “I’m not sure-”

Aemond leaned closer, pressing a trail of kisses along her neck, each one a gentle persuasion.

“Please,” he whispered against her skin. “I’m not ready to be parted from you just yet.”

She sighed, her resolve weakening as his lips found her pulse point.

Stroking Silverwing’s neck apologetically, she murmured, “Vaoreznuni, riña” (Sorry, girl).

Her dragon grumbled but relented, watching as Aemond quickly led Valaena toward Vhagar.

Aemond gestured toward the rope ladder hanging from the saddle. “Ladies first,” he said, a roguish grin tugging at his lips.

Valaena laughed, giving him a playful curtsy. “Why, thank you, good sir,” she teased before starting her ascent.

Aemond followed close behind, his eye fixed on her with a smirk.

When they reached the saddle, he settled behind her, guiding her to sit in front of him. His chest pressed firmly against her back as his arms enveloped her, taking hold of the reins.

“Sōves, Vhagar,” he commanded, his voice steady (Fly.)

The ancient dragon groaned as she shifted her massive weight forward, the ground trembling beneath her.

With a mighty thrust of her wings, she surged into the sky, her colossal form cutting through the air.

Behind her, Silverwing reluctantly followed, still grumbling.

As they climbed higher, the chill of the air surrounded them, though Aemond hardly seemed to notice.

Resting his chin on Valaena’s shoulder, he whispered, “I love you.”

She turned her head back to him, her lips brushing his. “And I love you, too,” she murmured.

Aemond released the reins with one hand, sliding it around her waist. His fingers grazed the ties of her breeches, and a sly grin tugged at his lips as he began unlacing them.

Valaena stiffened slightly. “What are you doing?” she asked, though her voice betrayed a mix of amusement and anticipation.

He chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. “I think you already know the answer to that, ābrazȳrys,” he replied, his voice dripping with mischief. “Now lift up and sit forward.” (Wife).

Biting her lip, she obeyed, lifting her lower half and leaning forward in the saddle. The cold air nipped at her skin as Aemond worked quickly, tugging her breeches down to her thighs. He shifted behind her, freeing his hard cock with practiced ease.

“Sit on it-” he instructed softly, his hands steadying her as he guided her back onto his lap.

She let out a shudder as she felt the blunt pressure of his cock at her wet entrance before it slide inside her as she settled back against him, the heat of their closeness chasing away the chill of the sky.

Her head lolled back onto his shoulder as he pressed kisses along her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before biting down gently.

His hips moved, rolling into hers with deliberate intensity, his hand slipping around her front, his long fingers teasing her pearl as she rolled her hips.

“Oh" whimpered Valaena; her chest heaving as she began to roll her hips faster.

“That’s it-” groaned Aemond, his cock throbbing inside her.

“Ohhh Aemond” whined Valaena.

“Come for me baby,” moaned Aemond, his face pressed between her shoulder blades.

Finally, he felt Valaena’s inner walls start to flutter around his cock, squeezing him. Her back arching as she screamed her release.

“Lean forward a bit more” urged Aemond as he removed his fingers.

“Hmmm yes” whined Valaena as she moved forward.

“That’s it-take it-take all of me” muttered Aemond as he completely released the reins and grabbed hold of Valaena’s hips and increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Ooohh-fuck” muttered Valaena.

“Gods-" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond. Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me”.

Aemond’s grip on Valaena was fierce, his movements relentless. He drove into her with a force that seemed almost brutal, but Valaena took every thrust with an almost frantic eagerness.

Her body began to tremble, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered completely to the intensity of their coupling.

“Fuck-that’s it” moaned Aemond.

“Give it to me please” pleaded Valaena her head lolling back onto Aemond’s shoulder, her arm reaching behind her to tangle in his hair as their lips connected in a messy, passionate kiss.

“Let go baby, I can feel you clenching around me again” exclaimed Aemond.

“AEMOND” screamed Valaena her vision going white as she came around his cock.

His grip on Valaena tightened as he neared his own climax, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful.

The noises he made were almost otherworldly, a mix of guttural growls and breathless moans.

“I love you-I love you-I love you” groaned Aemond as he finally exploded.

Afterwards, as they floated through the clouds, Aemond help her close against him, his arms securing her in a protective embrace as he retook the reins.

His voice was a low murmur against her ear. “Keep me inside where it’s warm, darling.”

Valaena nodded, her cheeks flushed as she adjusted her leather skirts to cover them both, concealing any trace of their heated moment.

Vhagar and Silverwing soared onward, their wings cutting through the air as the Red Keep loomed on the horizon.

Aemond carefully descended the rope ladder first, his movements precise and measured.

Once his boots hit the ground, he turned, reaching up to help Valaena climb down. His hands found her waist, steadying her as her feet touched the earth.

Before she could step away, he pressed her back against the warm, scaled flank of Vhagar, caging her with his body.

“My love,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Valaena’s arms instinctively looped around his shoulders, her fingers threading into his hair. “My life,” she whispered in reply, her eyes soft as they gazed into his.

Aemond leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was nothing short of fervent, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

The heat of their kiss defied the chill in the air, and time seemed to slow for them.

But their stolen moment was interrupted by Vhagar’s deep, rumbling grumble, a sound that reverberated through the ground.

Aemond sighed in irritation as he reluctantly broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Valaena’s.

“Sȳz sia jāre,” he muttered begrudgingly, glancing at his dragon. (Fine, we’re going.)

Valaena couldn’t suppress her laughter, her lips curving into a teasing grin. “Do you think she knew what we were doing up there?”

Aemond’s eye narrowed playfully as he glanced back at Vhagar, who regarded him with what could only be described as an unimpressed glare.

He smirked. “Oh, she absolutely knows.”

Valaena studied Vhagar’s disapproving expression for a moment before meeting Aemond’s gaze, and both of them burst into laughter.

Their mirth echoed across the clearing, the bond between them stronger than ever.

When their laughter subsided, Aemond shook his head with a fond smile.

“Come, it’s rather cold. Let’s get you warm.” He offered his arm, which Valaena took with a smile.

Before leaving, Valaena turned to Silverwing, who had landed nearby.

The smaller dragon trilled affectionately, and Valaena gently stroked her neck. “Sȳrī sōvegon hēnkirī aderī sepār ao se nyke” (We’ll fly together soon, just you and me).

Silverwing trilled happily, head lowering so she could nuzzle Valaena affectionately, her nostrils exhaling warm air.

“Gaomagon ao gīmigon skoros īlon gōntan?” whispered Valaena (Do you know what we did).

Silverwing trilled again, her tone playful, almost as if mocking.

Valaena glanced at Vhagar, who responded with another rumbling growl.

“You know,” Valaena said with a smirk as she looked back at Aemond, “I think Silverwing is actually laughing at Vhagar.”

Aemond chuckled as he patted Vhagar’s neck, his tone affectionate. “I think you’re right.”

When their dragons were settled, Aemond took Valaena’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they began the walk back toward the Red Keep.

TBC

[httpshercherrywrites]

Shu and my O.C.

You know what to do.

It's an honor ma'am. There you go<3

I hope you enjoy it.

NSFW WARNING AND TW WARNING✨

A small fight over something so little…Who could ever imagine that lazy vampire could ever get so energetic? Even you couldn't understand…or could you?

One of the things you find so dearing about your man is how he’s able to rest at any place, of how peaceful he sounds when his eyes are closed and his breath is calm, unfortunately this style of routine wasn’t exactly what you loved the most, principally when there’s an arching need filling your core, one that leads you to importunate that angel hidden on a sleeping beauty scenario, where you decided to start massaging his shoulders, kissing his neck, whispering sweet nothings to his ears, until you heard that sweet “mhmm…”, followed by a lazy opening of eye, unfortunately for him, you didn’t give a fuck if his brain was already working or not when you knelt in the middle of his legs massaging them, kissing them, loving him, of course you wanted more, you needed more, but that stupid clock in the room proved it was time for faking being a high-school student again, and that filled your mind with ideas…Why not provoke him? What could even go wrong, right? So you got up noticing his hard on, making him feel that desire followed by an “We need to go Shu, or they won’t wait for us. I’m sure you would hate to walk there…Also missing classes is not a choice.” You said like the devil, your voice filled with intentions, not only second ones, you wanted to fill them all, leaving him alone in that room and walking to that damn limo.

You hated that game the Sakamaki family played, faking going to high-school being a woman at your age infuriated you, but today was different nothing more than a smirk appeared on your lips when you saw that blonde entering and sitting at your side, caressing your tights in front of his brothers, making you hot, of course you knew he was a stupid exhibitionist…But to come that low? You know he doesn’t give a fuck, inside of your mind you already know he’s slowly getting his revenge at you…And oh so blessed revenge after a long day at that tiring place uhm?

He wasted no time on throwing you on that bed, kissing your neck, hugging your curves, exploring every single centimeter of your body, the body he already made sure to mark as his, but you wouldn’t let him win, not today, so you tried to fight back over dominance, removing the layers of that uniform that fitted him so well, marking his body as yours, kissing him, sucking his skin, pulling his hair to give more access to your hair. Usually he would let you win, but today you felt the look in his eyes falling into you like a consequence, his voice was rough with arousal “Your vulgar woman (yarashii onna), you think those stupid teases of yours doesn’t fuck me up? You will pay for leaving me hard until now.” Maybe that wasn’t a so oh great effect phrase but the way his body quickly dominated yours leaving you naked and how his tie was used to attach your wrists to the bed almost made you moan, but you couldn’t give him that taste..Could you?

Your brain didn’t let you have time to think until all you could do was moan when his devilish mouth teased your nipples, until you felt sore, he licked, sucked, and bitted them like he had full control of your body, thing he did, those cold and big hands massaging your curves the way he said things like “Those sounds you make, you truly want to act like a luxury prostitute” until he placed a piece of clothes on your eyes, you felt his touch vanish but not for long, until you felt a cold thing melting on your breasts…Ice play, that little devil was playing unfair as he picked a vibrator and placed it on your swollen clit, while using the other hand to play with the little cube and his preys to bite your neck, tasting your blood, hearing you moaning for him, that was his favorite song, you could swear for a moment that he was recording them to listen latter.

When that cube melt you were almost hyperventilating because of the stimulation. But did he cared for it now? Of course not, not when you felt those rough cold hands gripping your hips and you know much well what he was about to do when he spread your folds and ate from your pussy like an starving man, his moans while doing almost took you to heaven, but he wasn’t going to be nice today, when he almost bring your legs to the shaking point he stopped, taking off the tie on yours wrists and the clothe off your eyes, kissing your lips “Your perverted woman…You’re insatiable you know that?”, he said while picking you up in his arms and throwing your front on the bed having a look of your back, your tattooed arms, he said his voice aching with pleasure “Look what you do to me woman, look at me.”, he was prominent like a god, his cock hard as a rock, his not that obviously muscled body, and when you tried to get up to pleasure your lover he slapped your hand, pushing you back to the bed “You deserve punishment.” he said as leading a palm to you ass, the slap echoing in the room, along your moans, and he kept on, until he saw that pretty tone of red gently curving to kiss your round and swollen ass to caress it, until you felt his fingers teasing your entrance nothing made more sense than begging for his cock. Who said that would solve? This man was absolutely starving today and you were his favorite thing to consume.

You couldn’t count the hours he’s been spending teasing you, making you almost cry when he stopped when you were almost there, but you saw the way his cock was thiching with pleasure the way pre-cum dripped in his member and how he quickly positioned, his dick at your tight entrance, which was trembling in need, he pounded your insides so mercilessly, choking your neck to maintain the dominance, the moans of both filled the room as the bed was hitting the wall in the same intensity he was hitting your insides, when he was finally close he teased your breasts once more, almost feeding from them as his voice already raw said “You’re mine woman. Forever, understood?” you could only moan in response as he sit that spot inside of you, cumming together, as he left time for you to recompose.

He gently removed his cock and kissed your lips “Too hard? I know that wasn’t woman”, he carefully took you to the bathtub where you and him showered together, his brute hands now gently caressing your back, his touches almost healing you as he said when kissing your neck “I love you”.

[stanjames-world-3]

Imagination ft. O.C. - Just An Illusion (1981)

[cosmicourple]

Hello again, it’s the Happy Ending Anon of your time travel au. It’s been stuck in my head for so long that my brain worms ended up making an au of your au and added a brand new oc to it. I’ve been calling the au “Little Menace” because the oc is an Absolute Menace to existence (she takes inspiration from watching feral Odysseus, but like pg Menace instead of the usual Greek stuff). 

Essentially, she’s the crow that’s been dropping sticks down your chimney but has yet to be caught (her goal is to adopt you as a family member, OdyPenZeusseidon are the parents (Penelope being the only one actually doing the adopting then being the adoptee; Zeus is there along for the ride but Poseidon and Odysseus were surprised adopted, Poseidon even unknowingly named the oc after a couple of loops (it’s Little Menace, no one can change it, she likes it too much))).

She very much hates Calypso though; she has no understanding what happened between her and Odysseus but Little Menace knows that she upsets Odysseus far more than the time loop can. So she’ll gladly take a metal tray to the island Goddess’s head. Not that she can even reach her head, but the shins are the next best target.

An A.U?????? AND A O.C?????????????? INSPIRED BY ME??????????????????????????????????

OMG ANON is it alright if I call u Happy Ending Anon??? I ADORE THIS YESSSSSSSSS FERAL CHILD TAKING AFTER THEIR FERAL PARENT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

LMAO she prolly caught Odysseus off guard so badly the first time she interacted w/ him AJFYTHT— a few brain cells tragically died that day 😔 (+ depending at which point in The Loops Little Menace starting interacting with Ody’, he’ll either finally have some comfort in the form of what sounds like a feral Carebear child (AKA when he was outwardly despairing & / or in the early stage of his madness in The Loops) or ur O.C was lucky to have avoided being pinned to the ground with a nearby sharp object and inspected like a prisoner (AKA when Odysseus went full feral madness mode. Prolly the latter which means thank goodness Ody’s’ lil’ oops haven’t rubbed off 🙂).

AHA Penelope is so mother 4 that 😚 but also HA, O.C being like YOU🫵 are my parwent now :3/snorted affectionately.

Zeus being there along for The Ridetm is funny as fuck, my guy just like okay, uh, I guess this thing is,,,somehow adopting me as a parent okay confused smile PLUS Poseidon accidentally giving Little Menace their beautiful name tehehe I’m just imagining this tiny little person bridle style carrying Odysseus like ur my parent now :D while dragging an unconscious Poseidon behind them by the foot 😭.

in general, this O.C cements how much of a weird shock of a poly I want OdyPenZeusseidon 2 be in this A.U, the vibe of the whole relationship(s) situation is funny / sad as shit I love it + I love this O.C 4 that !!!1

and finally fUCK YEAH GIVE THAT SHIT A CONCUSSION / BROKEN KNEES💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥/lh, in the name of Papa AKA Birdman Odysseus ‼️‼️

Gotta admit, the metal tray caught me off guard but I’m all here for it bc it’s peak

I think I’m gonna call ur A.U (+ any other potential A.U’s closely based on / variants of the Blender Timeloop A.U) either Anomaly or Divergence in The Blender: Little Menace A.U :3 still going a bit insane about this ask hahahaha screech

hope u liked my feedback!1!!!11!!!!!

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Remember my old ask about an TFA O.C former Decepticon scientist who renounced his faction and the war to become a food truck to the humans of Detroit, using his knowledge of science and applying it to gastronomy to serve up tasty items to eat.

What would be the Decepticons reaction to finding out that this former scientist is not only alive but lives on Earth serving humans?

While surprised, Megatron is actually thrilled to see them alive. Were they anybody else, he would have immediately killed them for renouncing the decepticons. But this isn't just any scientist, this one was one of his favorites, one of his best. Their inventions are still actively being used by his forces and giving him the upper hand against the autobots. It would be such a waste to just kill them. So, he gives them an opportunity to rectify this mistake. Come back to the decepticons and the punishment won't be too severe. He even promises that if they come willingly then they will get their old lab and assistants back. However, if they refuse, then he won't hesitate to use far more unpleasant methods to get what he wants.

Starscream is disgusted with what they've become. A sustenance provider for organics? How low they've fallen. Once upon a time they had lackeys, power, influence. Decepticons gazed upon them in awe and autobots shook in terror at the mention of their name. And now? They stand parked on the steets, selling organic fuel to humans. Disgraceful. Starscream just don't get them.

While outraged by the fact that they turned their back on the decepticons, Blitzwing is more confused as to why. Why give up everything they had worked so hard to achieve just to flee to some backwater organic planet? Curious about their reasons and wants to learn the truth.

Lugnut is furious. There's only one thing he loathes more than autobots and that's traitors. This bot turned their back on the decepticons, on lord Megatron, and that is unforgivable. He wants to punish them, crush them slowly so that they can spend those last painful seconds regretting their choices. But Megatron wants them alive, at least for now, and if he's even considering letting them come back then Lugnut won't do anything just yet. That doesn't mean he's not giving them a death glare anytime he sees them. If he were to say anything positive about them it would be that at least they didn't defect to the autobots because if they had then Lugnut just might have not been able to stop himself from executing them right then and there.

Blackarachnia never got to meet them before they abandoned the decepticons but she knows a great deal about them. She's read about their research, intrigued by their brilliant mind and the possibility that their work might help her own research. Hearing about them from other bots she had created this image of them in her head as an imposing, ruthless genius. So when she finally meets them she can't help but feel a tad disappointed at first.

Shockwave always had an inkling that they might still be alive out there somewhere but never had any concrete proof. He had a million different ideas about what they were doing and why they had left but never could he have imagined that this is what they were doing. Disappointed in them and finds it a pity that they are wasting their intellect like this.

[yuri-is-online]

Hi! Hope you had safe and healthy holidays. I had a very sudden thought about your Yutu AU and was thought you needed to hear it.

So for some of the boys, like Azul!Yutu and Lilia!Yutu, they want their dad's approval and acceptance more than anything. And you've talked about how a lot of them would have "feelings" wondering if their dad would approve of who they were before coming back in time. So what would happen if Yutu had been assigned female at birth before transitioning at some point? Would that be another layer of absolute drama on top of the regular drama they have to be dealing with? (If this is an inappropriate ask, that is completely understandable) Just a thought I had out of the blue a couple of days ago (at the time I'm writing this ask)

One other thing, though this is completely unrelated. Beyond TWST and Tokyo Debunker and that Pending slot on your Index, what other games would you and do you write for? I'm trying to get back into writing for Coral Island and Our Life after too long so I'm wondering if there's other games you write for!

Stay safe, stay healthy, and may the new year treat you well!

Sincerely,

The Anon Who Loves Riddle & Azul

Hello there my friend.

I don't think it's an offensive ask at all, but I'm maybe not the most qualified to speak on it? But I'll add my understanding anyway with the statement I'm very much open to comment on the topic:

Children, generally speaking, are hard wired to want the approval of their parents. Being Trans is a unique lived experience that can come with a great deal of family related trauma specifically because of that. In Yutu's case, I could see it adding a layer of stress, but I would also say it's not exactly a separate layer so much as it makes the existing layer of insecurity thicker if that makes any sense? Yutu wishes to be accepted for who he is. Who he is happens to be unique in a way his father might not have been expecting, perhaps the concept of gender identity would become the primary worry as opposed to say, Azul! Yutu's concern his dad won't like how he was placed in Savanaclaw. But it wouldn't really make the relationship dynamic any more dramatic, or at least I wouldn't set out to write it that way. If anything I could see it adding more drama to Yutu's father's determination to set things right so his son has a safe environment to transition in as opposed to the apocalyptic one he came from.

Lol the pending slot is less "there's a fandom here" and more just me reserving the right to add to the list. Farming sims and otomes always make me scrunch my face a bit because they're much more... solved? Than something like twisted wonderland or tbd. There's a set storyline already and there's less to imagine about how a specific character might feel... I did briefly consider writing for Honkai Star Rail but meh. My interest is so very fickle. As for what I'd write for the list goes something like:

Final Fantasy XIV- I talk about it too much not too and it was technically the original purpose of this blog. I have Aymeric x wol angst from four years ago now that I never finished and I know I was cooking with it I stg

Original Work- I have some one shots I wrote I wanted to post featuring my own seven deadly demons since to maybe help me write their game universe better but meh. Who knows if it'd be interesting or not.

Baulder's Gate/Pillars of Eternity/Owlcat's Pathfinder games- I don't really like the idea of posting anything I have written for this. The scared texts of o.c. x cannon are unfit for anyone's eyes but mine.

I technically came up with a fanfic based off of fashion dreamer today but I think that's best saved for the trash and not posting.

Anyway thank you very much for the new years wishes my friend. I hope your year is wonderful, your inspiration is plentiful, and you have all the time you desire to do as you please <3

[youraveragebtsstan]

💫✨ Supernatural, but it's an early 2000's teen drama. (Think 'The O.C' meets 'One Tree Hill' vibes) ✨💫

Imagine, it's a gorgeous Saturday afternoon in 2003. You're in the kitchen pouring a bowl of Resse's Puffs when you hear Ain't It Fun by Paramore from the living room TV. (Pretend this song was out then.) Knowing the hit TV show Supernatural's theme song by anywhere, you rush to the couch.

Since the hit TV show aired in the early 2000's, its all anyone can talk about. Staring heartthrobs Jensen Ackles and Jarred Padalecki, this show tells the story of brothers Sam and Dean as they navigate life raised by their father John since their mother Mary's pasisng.

🤫 Allow me to set the scene...

Tension between Sam and John has been brewing since Season 1, always butting heads on the littlest of things. Dean says it's because they're an awful alot alike but neither party seems to see it. After moving from school to school, town to town, by Season 3 it's at its peak.

Season 3 opens on an 18 year old Sammy filling out an application for Stanford. He does so in secret, knowing Dean would bitch about it and John- well John probably won't be around to care anyway. Thoughout the season we see him rebell, staying out late and going to parties he probably shouldn't be. Dean tries his best to reason with him, but Sam needs to come around on his own time.

By the season finale, tension is at an all time high. Dean reveals to Sam he knows he's leaving them for Stanford after stumbling across his acceptance letter. This prompts Sam and Dean to get into an argument which John overhears.

After some awkward back and forth, Dean eventually blabs to which John says, "Like the college?"

Sam says, "Yeah, Dad- the college."

Dean says, "Isn't that something? He didn't even tell us he applied."

More silence sits netween them before Sam asks John what he thinks. After some thought John says, "Well, if you want to go, go."

Sam looks shocked, "Really?" he asks.

"Yeah," John nods. "But if you're gonna go, you might as well stay gone."

Sam's heart drops, Dean grumbling at his father's carelessness.

This ensues a BIG argument between John and Sam, to which Sam eventually Sam says, "You know what, I will."

Sam heads upstairs to pack, Dean once again trying to be the peacemaker. Eventually the season ends with Sam walking out of the door with a classic one-liner that absolutely shocks the hearts of millions across the world.

Sam isn't actually seen in the following season (S4), giving the audience well needed view of Dean's devotion to John (but also because Jared begins his stint on Gilmore Girls.) His welcome back to the show occurs at the end of the next season where the Original Supernatural starts, but done with a little more class.

On the last episode of Season 5, we see the infamous Impala pulling up outside a college dorm. Someone steps out of the Impala but we can't tell who it is, not just yet anyway. The person walks up to the door and maybe contemplates ringing the doorbell. Eventually he sneaks in and we see him knock something over on the way in.

Upstairs a girl sound asleep hears a noise. Waking up, she shakes her boyfriend saying, "Babe. Babe, I think someone's downstairs." We got back to downstairs where the man is now looking around in the dark- but wait, there's someone behind him. Someone with a bat takes a swing at him, tackling him to the ground. They tussle back and forth, until the burglar is revealed. We zoom in to see Dean, laying on his back with a smile.

"Dean?" says familiar voice.

"Hiya Sammy," Dean replies.

Boom! Hard cut to Sam's face and the crown goes wild!!! Sam says Dean what he's doing there to which Dean says, "Dad went on a hunting trip and now he's missing. I need your help."

Cut to black, end of Season 5.

~~~~~~

Lol, dramatic I know, but I just get this awesome feeling of nostalgia whenever I imagine Supernatural as one of those teen drama, sentimental shows. (I've been binging those lately and they're all I can think about..lol)

[silurisanguine]

O.C. Character deep delve - Zofie Orel.

Questions originally by this user (though the post seems to have vanished now). I felt like answering them all to help get more of a feel for my O.C. Zofie Orel and this will become part of a master post for this OC.and I'll make other posts for my other OCs as these questions really help develop them and have their own master posts too. Not tagging this post as already done so, so this is for anyone with OCs they want to really flesh out more. I've put them behind a cut because there are 50 questions and answers! So click read more if you fancy knowing more about her family life, her childhood and just generally more about them.

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? Zofie loves her father Alexandr dearly. She has always loved his tenacity and strength to protect others. He was firm with her but never over controlling, believing she should choose her own path even if it meant having nothing to do with either his or his wife's path. She doesn't hate anything about her father, though his very dry sense of humour could sometimes leave her second guessing whether he actually was joking or not. Even though her father left active service in the Coterie of Assassins (formerly) Brotherhood, he kept their family safe. He taught her all about the Assassin order and their enemy the Templars and how both have adapted to current times. When she decided to join the Assassins he rejoined the order so he could be her mentor and teach her.

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? Zofie has always been very close to her mother. She encouraged her hobbies and passions. Only thing Zofie didn't like was when her mother would get so focused on a project she wouldn't sleep and then develop terrible headaches that would last for days. She still knows she has this habit. Her mother gave her, her stubborn streak though she failed miserably in trying to teach her the finer points of hacking.

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? No she is an only child. Her parents knew it was a risk to have one child with their work they did.

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? Her parents were firm with her, for her own safety whilst she was young but allowed her the freedom to develop as she wanted as she grew, knowing she had a good understanding of the world. They held nothing back in answering any questions she ever had.

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? Because of their lives, they did protect Zofie as a young child, always watching out for danger. Once she became a teen and knew about her parents hidden lives and the dangers because of it, understanding and supporting it, she wasn't as watched over.

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? Lots of affection, though not always physically or verbally displayed. She just always knew.

7. What was the economic status of their family? Well off thanks to their 'official jobs' but also thanks to her mother's talent for redirecting Templar and their supporter's funds. Outwardly they do not display their wealth, living in modest homes, but Zofie and anyone she wants to help, need for nothing.

8. How does your character feel about religion? Atheist. She has seen how organised religion has controlled the masses ever since the ISU decided they were gods. She has no issue with anyone believing anything, so long as they don't push it at her.

9. What about political beliefs? She's seen too often how power corrupts. She believes that no one should go hungry, be unable to be well or live without shelter. So you could consider her a socialist.

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? She is well read having spent much of her childhood in the Coterie libraries studying history and anything factual. She's quite artistic minded but not the best at the more mathematical side of things. Thanks to her training as an Assassin she can mix among the high born or street gangs just as easily.

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? She isn't afraid to share what she knows and considers herself intelligent, but she tries not to be cocky about it. Though her stubborn nature sometimes gets misinterpreted as that.

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? She usually speaks with what some would say is a 'cultured' soft British accent, Not 'posh', but she can flip her dialect if needed depending on who she is talking to. Her vocab range is vast but she dials it back depending on who she is talking to. In private she is more relaxed and swears... a lot.

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? Whilst she was still in Cardiff, she was mostly home schooled to protect her, though thanks to her parents, she was well educated, more so than normal children. When the family moved to London she was schooled in the Coterie. She got on with some of her teachers, especially her History, Geography, Science and Art teachers, as she often chatted with them about what ever subject matter they were teaching. Her schoolmates were fellow children of Assassins. Like any child she was friends with some and not with others. Thankfully bullying was not accepted by the school and any hint of it was dealt with fast so she never suffered from that.

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? As she was trained in the Coterie, After school clubs consisted of physical training, self defence and combat skills.

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? She finished high school with top marks - 3 A levels in Art, History and Science. She took an Open University degree and got her BA Hons in Egyptology whilst training as an Assassin as she couldn't exactly leave to study.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? In the public eye she helps her mother's property developer company as designer and developer, but anyone looking deeper would find a false cover as an MI5 Secret service agent ( this cover works well with the police in Prague who know from experience not to mess with secret service of any country. Her parents helped create that identity thanks to friends in high places in England). Her real role is an Assassin. 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? She has travelled on mission before, going to Paris, Detroit, USA and now living in Prague, Czech Republic. All for missions, whether short term or long term as part of the Coterie. Paris was during her a mission where she shadowed another Assassin. The USA was with her mother when they visited David Sarif a year after she was augmented. Prague is her current mission.

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? Paris was where she really understood how the Templars as the order once knew them had been superseded by the Illuminati and the former were now very much the financial backbone of the latter. Detroit, she thanked Sarif for saving her life and will be shocked to remember that she actually met Adam Jensen before he got augmented as she as introduced to him during a meeting with David.

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? That there are truly evil people in the world. Not just out for themselves, but self centered enough to think they know best for the rest of the world. That they think they have the right to control everyone else. That has never changed.

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? Well she survived the Incident. Thankfully the Coterie had become unsure at the synchronised signals augmented people were getting and the correlation with TYM's sudden manufacture of new chips that many chapters of the Coterie refused the upgraded chip until they could learn more. The London chapter was one of them. She's witnessed the segregation of augmented people following that event and the creation of ghetto like cities across the world where many augmented are put.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? Depending on situation, her manners can be impeccable. But in private she is much more relaxed and relaxed about things. Her heroes are her parents, her grand master Katherine Frye and the assassin Amunet. She despises currently Lucius Debeers, Elizabeth Duclare and Madame Photographie.

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or 'ideal’ partner? She has a couple of friends in the Coterie. Sanchia Evans aka Curly- The Aug doctor/mechanic. Good friends with Zofie and knows her way around Sarif Augs. Zofie trusts her with her life. Dean Foster - The assassin she paired with when sent to Paris to help Katherine Frye on a mission. She adores Dean and his partner Nick. Lovers - There was Sarah, a fellow Assassin who she had a relationship with. Sarah died saving Zofie's life. Her ideal partner is someone she doesn't have to hide who she is with, who accepts her completely. Who has a similar sense of humour to her and is as passionate about the same things as she is.

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? Acceptance, loyalty and love. Someone who is her equal in both physicality and mind. They very much enjoy sex, but also enjoy just being close to those they care deeply for.

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? She doesn't really belong to any social groups. She likes to keep to herself or with those she fully trusts in her own time, which is short thanks to what she does. She plays what ever role her mission requires -Sometimes high society socialite daughter of the owner of property company, sometimes well bred secret service agent, sometimes specialist for hire.

25. What are their hobbies and interests? She took up silversmithing and jewellery making as a hobby to help her relearn fine dexterity in her hands. She enjoys decorating and interior design often enjoying that part of her cover job. She has a great interest in ancient history, particularly Egyptian but also Celtic. Loves to read factual books, listen to music and sometimes cook.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? Zofie has a home in Prague. No86 Libuse apartments. Mostly dark red or grey painted walls with dark wood floor and furniture and white ceilings, with a large contemporary chandelier as focus in the living area. Soft furnishings are in shades of black and gold, including a plush sofa, and bed coverings. There is a white pologon eagle sculpture on one wall, and her secret room has her collection of antique weapons on display. Her tastes could be considered leaning towards gothic, but with a modern minimalist taste. She loves to combine very modern with antique and has a thing for Art Deco furniture. Her appearance is high end. Sticks to black, red and white clothing, something she developed through the Coterie, as those are the traditional colours of the old Brotherhood. She likes that nod to the past. Plus she loves the colour red. Her bob length hair is crimson red. She favours smokey eye makeup and either bare lips or stained for longevity. Some of her makeup is semi permanent to save her time and effort.

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? She enjoys some fashion but follows her own style. She prefers small independent designers. She enjoys high quality clothing when she isnt in her custom armour (which she helped design). In her downtime she wears relaxed clothing, soft stretch jeans with slouchy relaxed tops and bralettes. When out incognito, she wears a white coat that allows her assassin hood that's attached to her tactical vest to sit on top.

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? Mate as in partner? Currently no one but that will change. See 23 above for why she would go for him.

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? Stubbornness and pride.

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? She can never forgive the Templars for their ideology and will fight them. Her special anger is towards Madam Photographie, or Vivienne, Rebecca, de Crussel, the one who orchestrated the attack that forced her to become augmented, killing her hawk and lover in the attack.

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? No, no children and she can't have any as her womb was damaged in the attack and removed.

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? Mostly calmly. She is highly trained to keep her head in stressful situations. She will be aggressive only to survive a situation. That changes if fire is involved. She has repressed her PTSD from the attack, but large amounts of fire bring it back, then she can panic.

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? Yes to drink. No need for recreational drugs, no interest. She has a Sentinel system so their health is top notch.

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? She has a sense of self righteousness yes, considering what she knows. She fully believes in the cause of the Coterie.

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

She is pretty accepting of errors as she knows things don't always go by the book. But she hates failure as she sees it as a personal failing not being able to adapt to a situation. If the failure isn't her fault, she can lash out.

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? She'd say no, but deep down she knows she wouldn't lift a finger if Vivienne was in harms way, taking pleasure in watching that woman suffer for what she did.

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? She doesn't need to imagine things, the Animus can often let her relive aspects of the past. But that just adds to her sense of wonder for the people of the past's lives. Her imagination goes into her creative outlets - jewellery making and interior design.

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? She is trained to deal with changing situations. Able to adapt to new locations with ease. She is always suspicious though, until she knows she can trust a situation or person. But she meets any new challenge with enthusiasm.

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? Incompetence mostly. She has little time for it, especially when those in power have it.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? Sarcastic and very British.

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? She knows her strengths and some of her weaknesses, though she ignores her PTSD, which can bite her sometimes. She knows she is in a unique position and how her very nature is an irony - She kills to protect life.

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? She wants the Illuminati/Templars to be destroyed, though deep down she knows those in power will always try to control the masses. She is willing to die for the cause though.

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? She has many secrets, only sharing some with those she trusts.

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? See 42.

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? She is mostly pragmatic when it comes to her mission, though she isn't without compassion and will do what ever she can to prevent innocents getting harmed as is one of the main tenets of the Creed.

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? She is 5'7" athletic even before augmentation due to vigorous training. She always carries herself well in public, though wont flaunt her augments. She was accepting of her augments as had agreed to them prior to her Injuries, though it had taken her a year to get used to them. She admires the work that's gone into them, finding them works of art. She also likes she grew 2 inches through them!

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? She is willing to protect all innocents, though sometimes she wonders why when they are idiotic. She often appears visible, but when she is seen she is in fact hiding behind a persona. her real self is often hidden away.

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? She is controlled in most ways. Elegant and fluid. When in a relaxed state she can sometimes become more energetic, but it is a rare occurrence.

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? Her natural accent is soft English with a hint of Welsh, but she can change her accent as needed, being more cultured under the Sofia persona. It's quite melodic, not too high. (see Emily Blunt's voice for reference.)

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating? As if she knows something you don't. It is often either a mona lisa type smile, or 'resting bitch face', though the latter is often due to her actual syncing with her drone Zrak and seeing through it's eyes.

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Scorched Hearts XV

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

In the aftermath of Valaena's recovery, Aemond struggles to deal with his guilt.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Guilt, Reluctance, Mental Anguish, Aegon Being A Menace, Arguing, Confessions, Smut, Referenced Sex.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5000

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Aemond stood in the shadowed corner of his chambers, his gaze fixed on Valaena as she lay resting on the bed.

Rhaenyra sat beside her daughter, their hands clasped together, murmuring soft words that Aemond couldn’t quite make out.

On the opposite side, Daemon hovered, his usual air of detachment softening as he studied his stepdaughter, his relief barely hidden in his guarded expression.

But Aemond’s patience was fraying. He wanted them gone, all of them.

Valaena was his wife, the mother of his children, the woman he had almost lost.

He understood that her family would come rushing to her side upon learning she’d woken from the coma, but he resented their presence all the same.

They crowded around her, taking up the space and attention he desperately wanted for himself.

Each moment they spent at her bedside only deepened the ache in his chest, the ache to be close to her, to breathe in her scent and feel her warmth against him as if to reassure himself that she was really here.

He needed her. He needed to hold her without an audience, without Rhaenyra and Daemon hovering protectively, and without her bastard brothers who had previously descended upon her like dogs.

Every inch of him was screaming for them to leave so that he could wrap her in his arms and feel her breathing, feel her fingers running through his hair like she used to.

He needed to know she was real, that she had returned to him, whole and alive.

Aemond’s hands twitched restlessly at his sides, his jaw clenched tight. He told himself to wait a few moments longer, to let them have their time with her.

He tried to be respectful, patient—but he felt like he was about to shatter from the weight of restraint.

Finally, he cleared his throat, unable to keep silent any longer.

His voice was calm but firm as he spoke. “Rhaenyra,” he said, his tone steady but leaving little room for argument. “I-I know you’ve missed her. We all have. But-she needs her rest.”

Rhaenyra clutched her daughter’s tightly, as though afraid to let go even now.

Her eyes were damp, her fingers gently brushing over Valaena’s pale cheek, as if grounding herself in the reality that her daughter was here—alive, and awake.

She hesitated, her grip tightening, reluctant to let even a moment slip by without Valaena in her grasp.

But Daemon, standing nearby, sensed the moment’s weight and Aemond’s silent plea from across the room.

He understood the intensity of that need, the desperation to hold the one he’d nearly lost.

For the briefest of seconds, Daemon imagined what it would be like, never seeing Rhaenyra again, hearing her voice or feeling her presence close to him and the mere thought nearly destroyed him.

Softly, he placed a steadying hand on Rhaenyra’s shoulder, pulling her gently from the edge of the bed.

"Let him be with her now," Daemon said quietly, his voice a rare blend of gentleness and understanding.

Rhaenyra’s gaze darted to Daemon, reluctant but recognizing the truth in his words.

She glanced back at Aemond, taking in the quiet, raw longing in his gaze, the way he hovered on the brink of breaking.

She knew he’d kept a vigil by Valaena’s bedside, that he had barely left her side in weeks, clinging to the slimmest hope that Valaena would come back to him.

Daemon met Aemond’s eye, offering him a solemn nod—a gesture of solidarity, of understanding, even of respect for the torment Aemond had endured.

Aemond returned the nod, a slight but grateful tilt of his head, wordlessly conveying his thanks.

Rhaenyra pressed one last kiss to Valaena’s forehead, her hand lingering on her daughter’s for just a heartbeat longer before she pulled away, her own shoulders tense with the weight of emotion.

Then, with Daemon’s arm around her, she allowed him to guide her out.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Rhaenyra and Daemon, Valaena turned her head to look at Aemond, her violet eyes warm and understanding.

She could see the strain in his face, the exhaustion, the fear that still lingered in his gaze despite her being here with him now.

Gently, she patted the bed beside her and whispered, “Come here my love. Let me hold you.”

Aemond barely needed a moment’s invitation. He quickly pulled off his tunic, breeches and eyepatch, his fingers trembling, as if afraid that even the smallest delay would shatter this fragile moment.

He slowly climbed into the bed, his naked body curling against her, his head resting just over her heart, where he could feel the steady, rhythmic beat.

Valaena’s hand slid up to his hair, and pulled the leather tie from it, allowing the long silver strands to cascade over his shoulders like a wave, and she then began to stroke his hair softly

Aemond let out a shaky breath, his eye closing as he absorbed the warmth and familiarity of her touch.

His hands clutched at the fabric of her shift, his fingers twisting the material.

A tear slipped down his cheek, and he made no effort to hide it. He clung to her, his face pressing against her, drawing in her scent, grounding himself in the reality of her presence.

"Would you like me to take this off?" she asked softly, her hand pausing in his hair.

Aemond nodded slowly, and she carefully untied the laces of her shift and shimmied the cotton material off her shoulders and let it pool at her waist, exposing her breasts to him.

He moved back to her instantly, his face nestled between her breasts, feeling the warmth of her soft bare skin against his face.

Valaena resumed stroking his hair, her fingers weaving through the silken strands, a gentle rhythm meant to soothe him.

“I’m here, my love, I’m here-” she murmured, her voice a comforting whisper above him.

Aemond let out a sigh, his shoulders finally relaxing as he allowed himself to sink fully into her embrace.

She was here. And he would never let her go again.

In the weeks that followed Valaena’s awakening, Aemond clung to her like a lifeline, a shadow that moved with her every step, bound by an unspoken fear that if he looked away, even for a moment, she would vanish.

He rarely left her side, his touch possessive and watchful, as though her recovery were as fragile as the first moments after a terrible storm.

No one else was permitted near her except for their children, Lirri and Arro.

Maester Gerardys’ visits, however, that were met with Aemond’s unrelenting wrath.

The mere sight of the Maester—who had once spoken of helping Valaena to ‘pass peacefully’—brought venom to his words.

Each visit was a storm of thinly veiled resentment, his voice low and scathing as he responded to the maester’s every inquiry with cold, biting replies.

The memory of Gerardys’ suggestion haunted him, his fury a fierce shield against his own guilt, which gnawed at him silently.

He couldn’t forgive himself for almost acting on his own moment of despair, haunted by that terrible night when he had held a pillow over her, only to recoil in horror.

It was his guilt, festering and raw like rot, that spurred his bitterness toward Gerardys.

He resented the Maester not only for what he had suggested but also because the Maester’s presence made Aemond confront his own weakness and desperation.

Rhaenyra, too, became a target of his unpredictable anger. Her involvement in the sweet sleep discussions felt like a betrayal, a whispered plot against Valaena's life.

He would look at her now with a glint of accusation, quick to lash out with a bitterness that he knew, deep down, was misdirected.

But that realization did little to stem his fury. He became volatile, his emotions frayed, a mix of relief, anger, and fear that twisted within him, barely contained.

Night after night, he lay awake, watching Valaena as she slept, his gaze fixed on the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

Each breath she took was a reminder that she was here, alive, not a spectre conjured by his desperate longing.

His fingers would lightly trace her arm, her face, needing to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. His eye, ringed with exhaustion, barely closed, his own sleep fractured and shallow.

Sometimes he would reach out to touch her face in the darkness, brushing his fingers across her cheek, his breath catching each time, fearing she might fade before his eyes.

He watched her like a man condemned, as if her life depended on his vigil.

And in those sleepless hours, he found himself murmuring to her, words that drifted between promises and pleas.

“I’ll protect you, my love. I’ll always be here. I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

Aemond stood at the edge of the gardens, his gaze fixed on Valaena as she sat among their children, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting soft patterns over her face.

Lirri laughed beside her, holding Aemon in her lap, and Aemond’s lips turned up ever so slightly as he watched his family, feeling a fragile kind of peace he hadn’t felt in weeks.

Yet, the feeling was fleeting, chased away by the dread that never quite left him.

Just then, Helaena appeared at his side, her presence as quiet as a soft breeze. Her eyes, distant yet strangely focused, were fixed on him.

“All the crickets are singing again,” she said in her usual soft, lilting tone.

Aemond looked at her, brow furrowing as he considered her words. “Will they always sing?” he asked, a hint of desperation underlying his question.

Helaena’s gaze softened as she reached out, her slender fingers resting gently on his arm. “Yes, they will,” she replied.

“Good” muttered Aemond, his posture rigid, his arms folded behind his back.

But a shadow of sorrow suddenly crossed Healena’s face as she added, “Yet there is a shadow following you, brother. And if you’re not careful, it will consume you.”

Aemond stiffened, his jaw setting tightly as he turned back to the garden. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied tersely, unwilling to let her words pierce the wall he had built around his mind.

But Helaena only watched him, her eyes bearing a wisdom that unsettled him. “It will fester inside you,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper, “writhe in your blood like maggots until it bursts forth, and then you will know nothing but silence.”

Aemond’s fists clenched at his sides, her words gnawing at him. He wanted to dismiss her, to shake off her warning, but the weight of her words seemed to burrow deeper, touching something he had buried. “What can I do?” he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Unburden yourself,” Helaena said, her gaze gentle and sad. “And the shadow will fade.”

With that, she turned and drifted away, her figure disappearing down the garden path, leaving Aemond alone with her words echoing in his mind.

He stood there, watching Valaena and their children, feeling both the ache of his love for them and the fear that had been eating away at him.

He knew Helaena was right—he could feel that shadow growing, twisting inside him, but he didn’t know how to face it.

He didn’t know if he could.

Aemond stood in their shared chambers, the quiet broken only by the soft rustling of fabric as he ran a damp rag over his face.

Dressed only in his loose, partially unlaced breeches that were hanging low on his hips, he felt a strange, restless tension. Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

He strode over, swinging it open to find Luke standing there.

Aemond's eye narrowed. “And what is it that you want, my lord Strong?” His tone was cold, disdain unmistakable in his words.

Luke met his stare, undeterred. “I was wondering if Valaena–”

“No,” Aemond cut him off sharply. “She’s busy.”

“But I–” Luke began, only to be cut off again.

“Are you deaf, bastard? I said no.” The words were laced with a sneer, a finality meant to end the conversation.

Luke’s face flushed, but he stood his ground. “She’s, my sister.”

Aemond curled his lip. “She’s, my wife.” And with that, he slammed the door in Luke’s face.

From behind him, Valaena emerged from their bathing chambers, wrapped in a soft towel, her damp hair framing her face.

“Who was that?” she asked, amused by the irritation on Aemond's face.

“No one,” he muttered dismissively.

Valaena’s smile softened as she approached him, her voice warm with affection. “You can’t keep me locked up forever, you know.”

Aemond’s lips curved slightly, though he made no attempt to deny it. “Why not?”

Laughing softly, she reached up and placed her hands on his bare chest, looking into his eye. “I know you wish to have me all to yourself,” she said.

“But you was in the gardens yesterday, with Lirri and the children.”

Valaena sighed, drawing him closer. “And you was there, watching our every move.”

 Aemond closed his eye, pressing his forehead to hers. “I just want you to be well.”

“I’m fine, Aemond. Truly” she whispered back, her hands brushing his jaw.

He stroked her cheek, his voice raw with unspoken fears. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“You won’t,” Valaena promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

He wrapped his arms around her, their kiss deepening, her towel slipping unnoticed to the floor as he felt her warm skin against his.

A surge of desire flared through him, and he guided her back toward the bed. Valaena sank down, pulling him with her, his lips never leaving hers.

“I’m healed from birthing Aemon. I-I’m ready to have you again-” whispered Valaena.

Aemond groaned as he moved his lips down to her neck, pressing reverent kisses along her skin, his hand reaching to push down his breeches, so he could free his hard aching cock.

But suddenly, a number of dark thoughts cut through his desire like a knife, stopping him cold.

What if his seed took root?

There was moontea, but what if for whatever reason it didn’t work?

And she became with child again?

What if another child was too much for her?

What if the strain of carrying another babe weakened her, or worse—what if he lost her for good?

The memory of those harrowing weeks, of watching her slip between life and death, seized him with fear. His hands froze, and a hollow ache of terror filled his chest.

“Sorry—I-I can’t,” he stammered, his voice thick with emotion.

He moved away from her, pulling his breeches up and quickly throwing on a shirt and tunic, each action feeling desperate, almost frantic.

“A-Aemond?” Valaena’s voice was soft, laced with confusion, but he couldn't bring himself to look at her.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, keeping his gaze fixed away from her.

Without another word, he hurried from the room, leaving her sitting on the bed, bewildered and hurt at his rejection.

As Valaena roamed the corridors, she almost collided with Aegon, who gave her a quick once-over with an amused smirk.

“Looking for Aemond?” he asked. “He’s gone flying with Vhagar.”

“Oh,” she sighed, shoulders slumping in disappointment.

“Yeah, nearly knocked me down in his haste-” Aegon huffed, one eyebrow raised. “Only lost one eye, surely he’s not that fucking blind.”

Valaena managed a small smile at his jest, but it was tinged with sadness.

Aegon noticed and tilted his head, his humour softening. “What’s wrong?”

She sighed, reluctant. “Like you’d really want to listen to my problems.”

Aegon snorted, folding his arms. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn���t mean it.”

Valaena hesitated, starting and stopping, words catching in her throat. “I just-I-”

“Oh, for gods’ sake. Come to my chambers. We’ll have a drink,” Aegon interrupted, waving his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Valaena raised her brow, chuckling. “Aemond would love that.”

“Well, Aemond’s not here, is he?” Aegon countered, grinning. “Besides, you need a break. Just one drink.”

After a moment’s thought, she shrugged, “True enough. Just one though-”

Aegon’s laughter boomed down the hallway. “Oh, come on, you’re no fun. I’ve got real Arbor Gold stashed—none of that piss swill the Queen drinks.”

Valaena laughed and followed him into his chambers, grimacing as she took in the mess.

His bed was covered with rumpled sheets, and some strange wooden objects littered the bedside table.

She reached out, curious, but Aegon held up a hand. “Ah-ah. I wouldn’t do that.”

“And why not?” she asked.

“Well, I might’ve used that with my favourite lady last night,” he replied with a shrug.

Valaena made a face and recoiled. “You have a favourite lady?”

He nodded, giving her a mischievous look. “I was once a man of many tastes. But recently, I thought, why not have just the one favourite lady-”

“-You mean my mother won’t let you have any more coin from the treasury to pay for your indulgences?”

Aegon folded his arms, conceding. “You got that right, the tight fisted bitch. It’s not like I was causing any trouble.”

“Just dishonouring your wife,” Valaena teased, watching his expression carefully.

Aegon’s smirk faded, and he shook his head. “Hel’s my sister. I love her, but not as a wife. I’ve tried-but-”

“It’s okay,” Valaena murmured, cutting him off.

She could see the strain of expectation in his gaze and let the conversation drift.

Aegon knelt, rummaging under his bed, and came back up with a bottle, proudly presenting it.

“Told you I had it. Finest Arbor Gold, last of my stash-” He poured a cup for her and one for himself, raising it high. “-You might be the Queen, but up yours Rhaenyra you tight fisted bitch”

Valaena cut him off with a sharp look. “That’s my mother you’re insulting.”

Aegon just shrugged, unbothered. “I’m entitled to be annoyed. Taking away my coin like that. Who does she think she is?”

Valaena smirked as she took a sip of wine. “The Queen.”

Aegon wrinkled his nose, muttering, “Yeah, the bitch Queen of basta—” He stopped himself as Valaena shot him a glare.

Silence settled between them as they sipped their wine, but then Aegon eventually broke it, glancing sideways at her. “So, what’s my twat of a brother done now?”

Valaena sighed, laughing a little despite herself. “What makes you think he’s done something?”

Aegon rolled his eyes. “Well, he’s spent the last few weeks clinging to you like a leech, and now he’s pissed off on that mouldy rock he calls a dragon, and you’re wandering around here like a ghost. By that logic, he’s clearly done something.”

“It’s-it’s not what he’s done,” she admitted, the words slipping out reluctantly. “It’s what he hasn’t done.”

“Alright, what?” Aegon asked, prodding with a smirk, but his tone was curious, genuinely interested.

“Well-” Valaena hesitated, glancing down at her cup. “-I’ve healed since birthing Aemon, and things were-progressing between us. But then he just stopped saying that he couldn’t, and he left.”

Aegon choked on his wine, laughing. “You’re telling me my brother couldn’t-get it up? Oh, man I can’t wait til he gets back-”

“It wasn’t that-” she shot back, half-laughing, half-defensive. “He was-ready. He just freaked out.”

Aegon raised an eyebrow, thoroughly entertained. “You didn’t have a bogey on your face, did you? Happened to me once with a woman I took to bed. So gross-”

“Aegon, no,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I did not have a fucking bogey on my face”

“Look, my brother might have the most punchable face in Westeros, but he loves you-” Aegon replied, a little more seriously. “-If he freaked out, there must’ve been a reason.”

She nodded, frowning. “Maybe. I just-I don’t know. He was really into it, and then-”

Aegon shrugged, taking another long sip. “-I wish I could give you a rundown of the inner workings of my little brothers twisted mind, but I can't, all I can say is, just be patient. He’ll come around. Or ignore him for a while. He’ll come crawling back soon enough.”

Valaena laughed softly. “And that’s what passes for advice?”

He smirked, holding up his cup. “I promised to listen, didn’t I? besides I’m far too sober to giving you any pearls of wisdom. But-you know what you’re actually not that bad, you know.”

Valaena clinked her cup against his, smiling. “Neither are you.”

In the quiet of the nursery, Valaena rocked little Aemon in her arms, singing softly, her voice warm and low.

"Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis. Perzyro udrȳssi, Ezīmptos laehossi, Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan. Hae mērot gierūli, Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī." (Fire breather, winged leader, but two heads, to a third sing. With words of flame, with clear eyes, to bind the three, to you I sing. As one we gather, and with three heads, we shall fly as we were destined, beautifully, freely).

As she finished, she kissed Aemon’s forehead and laid him gently in his cot, covering him with the blanket Helaena had so carefully sewn for him.

She turned and saw Aemond leaning in the doorway, watching her.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent.

Valaena didn’t answer but moved to her vanity, beginning to undo the braids.

She kept her gaze on the looking glass, watching Aemond’s reflection as he stepped forward.

His hand moved to hers, stilling her fingers, and he murmured, “Let me.”

Valaena nodded silently, letting her hands fall to her lap as he took over, slowly unfastening the ties and clips holding her hair in place.

 One by one, the braids unravelled under his touch, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back.

Aemond’s hands lingered, skimming over her shoulders and moving to her breasts, his fingers grazing the curve of her breasts before teasing the stiffened peak of her nipple of the fabric of her dress.

Valaena closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her, feeling the intimacy of his touch.

But then, he pulled away.

She opened her eyes, watching him in the looking glass as he moved to undress, his expression unreadable.

She turned back to Aemon’s cot, checking on him once more, before slipping out of her gown and pulling on a clean shift.

Valaena could feel Aemond’s eye on her, watching as she prepared for bed, but he said nothing, and she, too, stayed silent.

She slipped beneath the covers, waiting, feeling the silence between them stretching long and tense.

After a sigh, Aemond joined her, lying on his back with his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Usually, he would reach for her, pulling her close, his arms around her as they lay together.

Tonight, though, he stayed away, the empty space between them feeling colder, wider—like an unspoken chasm.

Valaena’s heart twisted, and she took a steadying breath, finally voicing what had been weighing on her mind.

“Have I done something wrong?”

Aemond remained silent, his jaw tight, his gaze unmoving. The silence between them grew heavy, filling the room with a sense of absence, a painful gap she couldn’t understand.

She watched him for a moment longer, her own confusion and hurt swirling within her, and then she turned onto her side, closing her eyes against the ache in her chest her heart quietly breaking against the silence.

The past weeks had been a trial of silence and distance, growing heavier and colder with each night. Valaena had watched, hurt and bewildered, as Aemond withdrew further and further, the once-intimate bond between them dwindling into something fragile and unfamiliar.

He watched her with a fierce protectiveness during the day, but he wouldn’t touch her—wouldn’t even kiss her.

Each night, he turned to his side, laying as far from her as the bed allowed, leaving her feeling like an untouchable ghost beside him.

She had tried to reach out, to draw him back, asking him what was wrong, why he was avoiding her.

But each time, he brushed her off, tight-lipped and tense, refusing to speak.

Confused, her mind spun with questions and self-doubt, but he only grew more distant, more haunted.

What she didn’t know was that Aemond’s silence came not from a lack of desire but from a torment that consumed him, his fears and guilt clashing painfully with his longing for her.

And one night, things finally boiled over.

Valaena was struggling to undo the laces of her dress, the ties at the back too intricate to reach. Aemond, watching her from across the room, came forward.

“Let me,” he offered, his voice low and tense.

She nodded, and as his hands loosened the bindings, her dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

He let his fingers trail along her bare skin, his hand brushing over the curve of her back, and Valaena shuddered under his touch, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

His self-control crumbled. He pressed his face to the hollow of her neck, kissing her skin, his desire finally breaking through the walls he had so desperately tried to build.

His hands gripped her firmly, and he spun her around, capturing her lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss.

Aemond pushed her backward until she fell onto the bed, pulling him down with her, his own clothes coming off in a flurry of hurried, frantic movements.

His touch was rough, and the ache of longing finally had its outlet, his need a raw, consuming force that surged with each heartbeat.

He took his cock in hand and sheathed himself inside her in a single thrust, his eye rolling into the back of head from the sheer bliss of it.

“A-Aemond-” moaned Valaena, as he begin pounding into her in a series of deep penetrating thrusts.

Gods, he wasn’t going to last.

But then, in the heat of their passion, a dark shadow crept into his mind.

He saw her pale, gaunt face from the weeks she’d laid in a coma, saw the blood that had stained the sheets after Aemon’s birth, felt the cold, terrible weight of the pillow he had once held over her, contemplating doing the unthinkable.

The fear seized him, ripping through him like a dagger, and with a strangled cry, he pulled away.

“No!” he choked, his voice breaking as he reeled backward, breathing heavily. Valaena’s face was flushed, her lips parted in confusion as she gathered the sheet around herself.

“W-What’s wrong?” asked Valaena as she tried to reach for him, her eyes wide with hurt and bewilderment,

But Aemond stepped back, snapping, “Don’t.”

The word struck her, and she recoiled, her eyes brimming with tears. "Why won’t you lay with me? Is it-do you not love me anymore?"

Aemond’s face crumpled, and he grasped her face in his hands, his voice soft but raw. “Of course I love you. It’s-it’s not that.”

She tried to kiss him, to close the aching space between them, but he turned his face away, his hand trembling as he began to hastily pull on his clothes.

Desperate and hurt, Valaena whispered, “Are you seeing someone else? Is that why you won’t take me?”

Aemond’s head snapped up, his voice sharp. “No! I do not have a mistress. How dare you accuse me of such a thing.”

“What else am I supposed to think?” Valaena cried. “You won’t kiss me or touch me. You won’t even look at me like you used to-”

Aemond clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe I just don’t feel like it.”

The words wounded her, and her voice broke. “I-I know my body has changed since I gave birth. I know I don’t look the same but-but-”

Hearing her doubt herself, thinking she was somehow the cause, shattered him, he loved her mothers body, the lines on her stomach proof of the healthy babes she had birthed him and her large breasts that he loved to nuzzle against.

Aemond shook his head, appalled at how his silence had poisoned her confidence. “It’s not that,” he whispered, horrified.

“Then what is it?” she demanded, her voice rising, hurt giving way to frustration. “You won’t even look at me! If it’s not another woman, then what?”

Aemond closed his eye, breathing heavily. “I can’t-I can’t bear the thought of my seed taking root again, of putting you through that. Do you have any idea how terrified I am at the thought of losing you?”

Her expression softened, and she stepped toward him. “Aemond,” she said gently, “There are ways to prevent your seed from taking root. You know this.”

“What if it doesn’t work? What if you forget? I won’t risk it. I won’t risk you. I can’t live without you-I can’t. I won’t-”

She swallowed, her voice trembling as she looked up at him, her own pain and frustration flashing across her face. “So, your answer is to push me away? To let me think that it’s my fault?”

Aemond’s voice cracked, his gaze desperate and pained. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then help me too understand,” Valaena pleaded. “I need to know. Please, Aemond. Don’t shut me out-”

He backed away, his face pale, his hands clenching and unclenching as his shame and fear reached their breaking point.

Finally, he looked at her, his voice a raw whisper.

“I-I tried to kill you.”

The words fell into the room like a stone, each one a confession of pain that had haunted him every night since her recovery.

TBC