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Farmworker's House, Cornwall - Hugh Strange

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✦ silence

plot → It was after the war, Hawks did things he didn't want to do and he got badly hurt, and you were there to comfort him.

pairing → Hawks x gn!reader

warnings → Angst, fluff, comfort, established relationship, he's not doing good 🥺

note → I originally posted this to Wattpad in 2020, but now that I'm back into BNHA and the Paranormal Liberation Arc is no longer manga only, figured I'd be post it here. It was originally written without caps for the ✨️ aesthetic ✨️ but I switched it to the proper capitalization, that's the only editing I did, so forgive me if I missed some!

You stare at your boyfriend, the winged man on the verge of a breakdown in your shared living room. You hated it, what happened? The press couldn't release anything yet and everything had been confidential, even to you. Your eyes started to well up as you pushed yourself off of the doorway and walked up to him with a sad smile. His head lay in his hands, choked sobs ripped through his throat, his form laid hunched over as he sat on the couch at the cusp of letting loose. Keigo's feathers had been burned off entirely a week ago, they were almost fully grown back, their usual beautiful red was replaced with a deep mahogany. He had his wings in full, spanning many feet on each side of him, they were loosely wrapped around his broken form, as a protective barrier. A shaky sigh escaped your mouth as you slowly approached the shaking male, his left hand attempting to cover up the long burn scar on his face, the sight broke your heart into a million pieces.

"Goawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoaway...." he muttered, feeling your presence from a few feet in front of him.

He told you go away at the hospital too.

Tears only threatened to spill even more, Keigo never told you to go away, only at the hospital and now. You ignored him this time and walked even closer, he flinched with a shaky gasp as he felt your hand gently placed over top of his. You didn't say anything because knowing him right now, he wanted silence, so you gave him that. however the winged hero kept his eyes planted to the floor, but his shaking grew less only by a small bit. You leaned foward, however he flinched back and sat still, still staring down. tears crawled down his imperfect face as you leaned up and gently placed a kiss on his forehead, letting him know you were there for him. Keigo's hands then left his face as he pounced foward and wrapped his arms so tightly around you that the wind was knocked out of you. you didn't complain, you didn't say a word, instead you ran your hands through his ash-blond hair as he cried into your neck.

He let it all out.

Loud yet muffled sobs rang through the house as the broken man seeked comfort in your arms, your touch, your love. the crook of your neck and shirt got wet from his salty tears, but you couldn't care less. You softly 'sshhhed' him as your hand continued to run through his messy locks and your other hand gently rubbed his back. He continued to sob on you as his grip tightened, him not letting you go without a fight. Whatever he was going through, it had weighted him down so much, he couldn't bear it anymore. Then tears started falling from your eyes as you stared into window in front of you, seeing the lights of the buildings lit up in the dead of the night, what time even was it? You sniffled as you started crying, you wanted to know what was wrong, you wanted to know how he got that scar. but you couldn't right now, not now unless he tells you.

"I killed someone...i'm so sorry!" he yells at you, now sobbing even harder into you, you froze. Then you cried. you held him tighter as you buried your face into his abundant hair, crying into the softness of it. Did he actually kill someone? The villain from the league of villains twice was killed in the raid keigo was a part of, however you didn't know keigo was the one to kill him. You felt horrible he had to do all this alone, being a double agent, ending up killing someone, villain or innocent, it was still something that could lead a person to suicide with enough guilt.

You won't let that happen.

"Keigo, i don't care i love you!" you scream, not caring if he meant to kill Twice or not, he was still your one and only bird that you would love no matter what. You continued to sob as he pulled away and stared into your eyes. His face was red as the tears glistened, you then finally realize that he had made his wings smaller, no longer enveloping you two. He felt safe with you now, he must have because he flinched earlier at you, now he was drowning in your comfort. His eyes were red from sobbing so hard, his chest rose at a short pace, however his breaths had been shallow. His mouth was open as you continued to remain silent as you stared at your boyfriend.

"Y-you do?" he choked it out as he looked at you in disbelief, did he really think you would leave him? You giggled as some more tears fell from your eyes, you pushed his beautiful hair out of his soaked face to better take a look at your future husband. His hands then moved from your shoulders up to your face and did the same.

"Yes Keigo...I still love you, I don't care. I am and will marry you someday my handsome bird brain" You smiled through the waves of emotions that had been rocking your system as you both connected your lips. It was a soft and gentle kiss, one that eased your system. Keigo's hands cupped your face as you placed yours around his neck, you didn't feel desperation, you didn't feel lust, you felt the love of a shattered man who would never let you go. Your eyes fluttered shut as you continued to kiss him with so much love that he will always feel safe in your arms. You broke away from it, now your chests slowly rising and falling at a slower pace. You gulped as a small smile formed on his face.

"Hey chickadee, let's order takeout"

"Alright Keigo, i'm on it"

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Claim- Aegon II Targaryen x Sibling!OC (x Aemond too, kinda)

Aemond's twin has married their older brother, King Aegon. Aleana needs needs his help on their wedding night, and Aemond is incapable of refusing her.

(OC is a nervous, clueless virgin and Aemond is called in, not only to teach her what is expected of her but to ensure Aegon behaves himself. Slow building smut, lots of plot, bdsm in the way of power play and verbal commands, blood mentioned during sex, loss of virginity, physical hurt/comfort. I wasn't sure how to tag this as far as pairings because Aemond both is and isn't involved in the sex, so. Italics are spoken in High Valyrian. High Valyrian pet names translate to 'Sweet', 'my sweet' and 'my queen')

Enjoy! (and please, I'm begging you, let me know if you do.)

The knock upon Aemond's door almost startled him, the wedding festivities thundered on in the Great Hall, but he was not expecting company; all of his siblings had retired, Helaena first, escorted through the crowd by their mother, and then Aleana and Aegon shortly after. The king made a loud announcement of his departure, telling the crowd who'd gathered to celebrate that it was time for him to put a babe in his sister's belly. Aemond saw the display for what it was, a mask to disguise his brother's nervousness. 

When the betrothal of his twin sister and elder brother was announced, Aemond was, at first, angry. Aleana deserved worlds better than Aegon, she was a true Targaryen Princess; a dutifull, intelligent, loving and otherworldly beautiful young woman. She deserved a husband who matched her in kindness and virtue, not a drunken, rough handed, two sided fool, like Aegon. But as the months passed, Aemond had come to approve of the match, realizing that her marrying Aegon was the only way he could guarantee his sweet girl would stay in King's Landing, under his care, as she always had been. 

Aemond was nearly twenty minutes older than Lane. The Maester who'd birthed them said she clung to her mother's womb, refusing to enter the world that, all who knew her acknowledged, was far too dark for her. Everyone in the birthing chamber feared she'd die inside her mother.  She was the first Targaryen to have the ancestral lilac eyes in generations, when she finally arrived, her purple orbs scanned the room wide and unfocused as if she was in shock. The Maester eventually laid the babes in the same cradle, as the two had wailed ceaselessly for hours until their wet nurses stood close enough for the twins thrashing hands to find one another and instantly their cries stopped. From that moment on, their bond was evident, Aemond and Lane were never far from one another. 

All their lives, Aemond had been Lane's fiercest protector and her most influential teacher. He'd been there, watching carefully, as she’d achieved every one of her ‘firsts’. His name had been her first word and they’d held hands as they took their first wobbly steps. She’d ridden behind him in the saddle for her first time on horseback. He'd carried her to the Maester's study the first time she'd fallen and drawn blood, and gone with her to every visit thereafter, in truth, as she quite disliked and feared the old man. He ushered her away and consoled her as she shook and wept when she first saw a knight accidently killed in a jousting run. He'd taught her their ancestral language, rushing daily from his studies to her chambers so he could share all he'd learned. He’d even trained her, in secret, to a level of familiarity with a dagger, which she’d hated and protested against until Aemond gave up. 

All of the firsts and all of the lessons Aemond had shared and bestowed upon his girl did not, to his deepest vehement, stake his claim to her. He'd shared her for as long as he'd had her. The twins were spoken for at birth, Aemond to wed a Higtower cousin from Old Town and Aleana matched with a Valeryon second son. This news was delivered upon the children when their mother found them kissing, innocently, as they played, when they were but seven. Neither of them understood, were old enough to understand, what their betrothal meant, but Aemond recalls they both wept upon hearing the news. 

Aleana's future husband never became the issue Aemond was sure he'd be, but he'd had another to share her with, as Lane, in her perfection, had garnered the affection of Aegon himself from the time she was old enough to show personality. The eldest boy fawned over her, in his own way; showering her with gifts and treats, indulging her in games of hide and seek in the Throne room and his private chambers, sneaking her wine at feasts, asking for her company at every tourney. It was Aegon who'd taken Lane on her first flight on Dragon's back, and whom she still flies with when travel is necessary, as she has no dragon of her own and Sunfyre is significantly smaller than Vhagar, who's size she admits frightens her.

Aemond wed Ceryse Hightower four years ago, his wife gave him twins, a boy and girl, of his own within the first year of their marriage. Aemond liked her well enough, and she him, but it was still Aleana whom he hailed as the Queen of Love and Beauty. The same year Aemond wed, Aleana's betrothed was thrown from his horse on journey to the Reech, he'd died of a broken neck and left Lane's future undecided. Then Viserys died and war broke out, significantly delaying life for all. It was a year ago that Aegon and Helaena's own betrothal finally officially dissolved, their sweet eldest sister‘s oddness had declined further into disturbing day-dreams; glassy eyed, thousand mile stares, and eventually into a haunting silence, which was broken only by whispered ramblings and ear piercing wails. She was tortured and Alicent refused to subject her to married life. His mother had also fought against Aleana's betrothal to Aegon, when it was suggested, but the new King quickly jumped upon his counselors words and sealed the engagement, despite his decrease in shown affection towards their sister in recent years. 

Aegon had discovered brothels and intoxication around the time that Aemond was marrying. As Helaena's already unwell state impeded upon the elder pair's marriage, Aegon had fallen headlong into the nightlife and debauchery that numbed his jealousy and fear as Aemond succeeded in providing Targaryen heirs. As he did so, his interest in his too innocent and too perfect sister had waned. He was never cruel to her, despite the reputation he was earning on the Street of Silk, their relationship had not soured, but they no longer spent time together like they'd enjoyed in their childhood and tween years. Aemond had sent his own lady wife and their children to shelter in Old Town when war came too close to home and had yet to recall them. He was enjoying victory, ruling with his brother and flying on Vhagar and, most importantly, spending his days with his twin as she prepared to wed. 

Tonight, right now, his unworthy brother would be claiming one of his sister's precious first, the most precious first. Aemond had been unable to return Lane's smiles during the feast and the dancing, his tribute to their union had been delivered through clenched teeth and he'd retreated after them to his own chambers to be alone in his seething jealousy. 

A second knock drove Aemond towards the door, he threw it open with a hiss, preparing to admonish whoever disturbed him. Where he expected to find a knight, his sweet twin sister stood in his doorway. Her long hair was free from its braids, damp and brushed smooth. She wore a thick robe with a woolen shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her arms were folded tightly around herself and her eyes were bloodshot and brimmed with tears. “Laney?” his anger shifted to concern and then fury as he continued, “Did he hurt you?” Aemond took Lane's wrist and pulled her into his room. 

Aleana's head shook adamantly but her hand rattled in Aemond's hold. “Tell me” he looked her over, cupping her chin in one hand while the other combed hair away from her face. 

“I went to take a bath, I'm on my way to his chambers now” she whispered, trying to keep her tears from flowing. Her stomach was turning and while she'd scrubbed and brushed and readied herself in every way she knew how, she clung to Aemond feeling utterly unprepared to fulfill her duty. 

“You took a wrong turn” he cooed at her and rubbed his palm over her chilled, goose skinned forearm.

“I'm nervous, Aemond. Scared.” she admitted, one shiny tear leaking from the corner of her eye as she blinked and sighed heavily. Aemond wiped it away with his thumb as he nodded at her. He'd overheard her questioning her septa, prodding the old woman about what was expected of her and how it would feel. It had been bold of her to ask as she was a vision of propriety. The grey crone only dismissed his Princess, telling her she need just lay on her back and spread her thighs apart. He'd contemplated talking with her, but the thought of saying those words to his sister, of picturing her in such a way as he explained it all, had left him red faced, needy and swollen. 

“Aegon will be kind to you-” he started to offer her comfort, if not consolation, as she deserved worship not only kindness, when she interrupted him. 

“Will he be? His whores say he's rough with them, that he throws them about.”

“You've spoken with whores?” Aemond’s eye twitched. 

“I've only heard whispers.” she shook her head in answer, chewing her lip. 

“I don't believe his carelessness will extend to you, doña” he tried to reassure her but as he considered it he began to grimace, what if the whore mongering King was indeed anything but gentle with her. “Our brother is probably face down in his pillow by now anyway” he hoped desperately that it could be true. 

“Aemond” her already timid voice had become a ghost of a whisper. “What if I don't please him, what if he doesn't love me” she choked. 

“Please, that's not possible. Aegon, for all his faults, has always loved you very much.” Aemond stroked her hair, the instinctual act was usually soothing to the both, but offered little comfort to either now. 

“Love me as his wife, Aemond, not as his kid sister, as his wife” her heart rate increased and she dug her nails into her chest, seeking stimulation as she began to panic. “I do not know how to be a wife” she emphasized the last word as a covetous title. Aemond moved towards her and took her assaulting hands in his own, he held them and ran his thumbs along her knuckles as he thought. 

“Lane..” Aemond had suddenly become frustrated. How was he supposed to fix this for her? How could he be her champion on this? “I don't know what you want from me,” he confessed. 

“I need you to come with me.” she blurted, her eyes went wide for a moment and then glistened with relief at having expressed herself fully. 

“What?” he answered her just as quickly.

“I need you there” she huffed. “You're always there.” her lips trembled and her voice cracked. Aleana, upon first knocking on her twin's door, had no idea, truly, of what she expected Aemond to do to relieve her, she'd only known she needed him close. Her need was glaringly obvious now as he asked her what she expected of him. “You’ll take care of me, and you know what I should do. You’re a husband” she added. 

“Laney, please” he groaned, this was tortuous. “I can't come with you” he protested but as he looked down into her face, as her lips parted and she let a few tears fall, his resolve was already breaking. 

“You'd refuse me when I need you?” she pleaded. And his every remaining will shattered. 

“No, doña, I wouldn't” he sighed. Lainey looked up at him and nodded in relief. Aemond left her to find his own robe, he covered his tunic and lounging pants, replaced his retired eyepatch and then took the goblet from his table and tipped it upwards to empty into his mouth. Lane watched him as he moved, swallowing her anxiety as she waited for him. When he finished he took her hand, threw his door open and quickly moved them down the short corridor to the King's chambers. 

“Finally, Laney girl, I was about to come hunt you down-” Aegon's words stopped when his wandering eyes found his brother, as well as his wife, behind the door he'd thrown open upon hearing footfall in the hall. 

“Really, brother?” Aemond answered him, guiding Lane into the room before himself. “Allow me, then, to kill any notions you have of rushing things from here on” the taller, younger brother walked to Aegon's table and poured a glass of wine, which he brought to Lane, who stood awkwardly in the doorway. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Aegon tilted his head as took the twins in. 

“Go lay down, darling, leave your clothes on, drink your wine” Aemond handed Aleana further through the threshold gently as he spoke, the tone of his commands were equal in love to his actions. Aegon watched her as she walked by, she looked at him with shy eyes and he reached out to take her by the hip as she tried to pass. 

He held her gently there, tilting her downturned chin to look at him as he spoke softly to her. “What's wrong, sweet wife?” Aegon could see his sister was frightened. He’d been kind to her during the feast, she’d smiled and they’d danced and whispered sweetly to each other. It seemed the nerves, which he trampled down with false-confidence and wine, were suddenly overtaking his lovely bride. 

Lane didn't answer him, she only looked up at his face, her expression a mix of worry and guilt as Aemond spoke for her. “Your reputation scares our sister. I've come to ensure, my King, that you are on your best behavior” there was a smirk on his lips as he spoke. Aegon looked from Aemond to his new wife. 

“You're afraid of me, Laney?” he sounded wounded. 

“I-” she started to answer but Aemond had closed the gap between them and taken her from Aegon's hold, nudging her, as he'd directed, towards the bed. He snagged her woolen shawl between two fingers and collected its length in his palm as she stepped out of it. Aleana swallowed deeply from her cup as she walked. 

“She's a maiden, Aegon, the sweetest of them. Have you ever had a maiden? Were you as gentle with her as she deserved?” Aemond loomed over his King, stepping closer to him as he spoke. Aegon swallowed his words, he had himself fretted over how to handle something as soft, sweet and easy to break as Aleana was. Aegon began to shrink under the pressure of his brother's gaze and Aemond felt his superiority soaring, he had Aegon under his thumb, as he had him in the war room, in the training yard and in the skies. “But it's not all bad news. Our sister is not as selfish as you are” he scoffed as he leaned into Aegon's back, having circled behind him. “She’s sought me out to be her teacher, as I always have been. To show her how to please you” Aegon swallowed as his eyes met Aleana's. She was resting against Aegon’s headboard, supported by the many cushions he piled there. She turned bright red as he looked at her with lust, though Aemond spoke so softly she could not hear his words. “Do you think you can be as generous to her as she hopes to be to you? Do you think yourself worthy of her sweetness?” Submissively, Aegon first nodded his head ‘yes’ and then shook it ‘no’ as Aemond questioned him, his brother's words were drenched in his lust, seemingly for control and power, but lust nonetheless, and Aegon was receptive to lust in all its forms.

“I'll have to guide you too then, to make sure you earn her” Aemond licked his lips.

“Yes, brother” Aegon's voice dripped with his own wanting. 

“Small clothes, now” Aemond ordered and then jutted his chin toward the bed, Aegon lost his robe and breeches as he moved. 

Lane watched, her lower limbs worming up the bed towards her torso, as they approached. Aegon walked quickly while her twin lingered back, he leaned against the bedpost at her feet as her husband circled the bed to join her. 

“You’ve been given the most precious gift in all of the seven kingdoms, are you aware?” Aemond spoke as his eyes danced between his siblings on the bed. 

“Aemond, please-” Aleana shook her head and looked down, blushing as spoke through her fingers and picked at her lip in embarrassment. 

“I am.” Aegon turned his attention from Aemond to Lane as he spoke. “He’s right, sweet one, you are the loveliest thing I have ever seen, the prettiest maiden in Westeros” Aegon laid close to Lane on his side, his head supported by his elbow, he leaned slightly over her and she looked up at his face as he spoke. It’d been long years since he’d complimented her so, if ever, so unabashedly. Lane smiled at him and he took her nervous fingers away from her face and wrapped his large hand around them. “You’ve injured yourself, wife” he moved in closer and whispered into her mouth before gently, as if testing the waters, he brought his lips to hers. He kissed her as slowly as he could muster, knowing Aemond was watching with high expectations. Aegon was trying desperately to recall his first real kiss, his first real intimate moment and tap into how new and strange it all must have been for him. He was confident that if he could channel that newness, he could take good care of her. Aegon’s kiss stung Lane’s damaged skin, but she leaned into him all the same, relishing the way his soft, warm flesh moved like silk against her own. Aegon’s free hand found the tie on Laney’s robe and he began tugging at the knot before Aemond’s voice stopped him. 

“Just her robe, Aegon” Lane, still relishing his well practiced kisses, moved with him to stay connected as Aegon nodded. The knot came loose and the dark velvet robe slid heavily from Aleana’s shoulders to pool on the mattress around her. Her small clothes only covered her to her knees and the creamy skin of her shins glowed in the light shining in from the terrace. Aegon drew back, letting his eyes wander the newly exposed skin that stretched over her clavicles and the top of her sternum. She was pale as milk and Aegon moved his hand across the round of her shoulder as he leaned in to inhale her scent at the juncture of her neck. Aleana’s hands were knotted together over her tummy, even as her eyes fluttered and she craned her neck to welcome Aegon’s lips when he pressed them to a freckle that jumped atop her jugular. 

“It would be kind of you to return your husband’s touches” Aemond wet his lips, smirking as he watched the girl immediately respond. She draped her hand over Aegon’s side, rubbing at the small of his back tentatively with her fingers. Her other hand she used to comb back his hair that had curtained their faces. “That’s a lovely girl” her twin praised her and her husband hummed an appreciation all his own against her as she instinctively let her hand snake under the hem of Aegon’s tunic to rub against his searing skin. 

“Lovely indeed” Aegon gasped as he pulled away from her. Her arousal was growing more tangible, he could feel the change in her mood as her skin warmed and became more fragrant under him, he was alight with the thrall of wanting and being wanted. “Your skin, my love, tastes so good” Aegon told her, before he drug his tongue flat across her clavicle, his hand splayed across her neck held her steady as she jolted. 

“Aegon” she yelped out, taking hold of his elbow. 

“Oh sweet girl, I’m going to ruin you” he chuckled at her prudish reaction. 

“Ruin me, Aegon?” she huffed at him. 

“Absolutely ruin you” he answered, his hand wrapped around Aleana’s breast, squeezing it harshly in his excitement. 

“Gently now, brother, she's not ready for that yet.” Aemond tutted as Lane squirmed, his painful action had chilled her skin and she looked at him with clearer eyes. Still her arousal had not totally abandoned her and she waited, her reddened lips slightly ajar, and softly huffed her exhales. “Kiss it better” Aemond smiled as he issued his command. He watched Aegon use his elbows to move down the mattress and then begin to press kisses against his twins clothed chest. Lane let out an airy sigh, a sound that combined delight and excitement. It was the loudest noise she’d produced yet and she recoiled in embarrassment, covering her mouth with the back of her hand as her head rolled upwards against the cushion. Aegon’s lips wrapped around the swell of her breast and he sucked gently at it as he watched Aemond walk the length of the bed and crouch by Lane’s head, her eyes fluttered open and she turned her face towards him when she heard him arrive. “Don’t hide your pleasure, doña, he’s working so hard for it, after all, wants it so badly. Let him hear you.” he finished in the ancient language the siblings all shared. 

Lane nodded reverently, her cheeks were flushing and Aemond salivated as his eye settled on Aegon, who suckled and licked earnestly at Lane’s peaked bud, there were darkened circles of cloth, from his previous kisses, clinging to her, but the sheer fabric around her areola was soaked through as Aegon had found a spot he particularly enjoyed. 

Laney’s chest bowed into him, his other hand worked gently on her other side. He rolled her pebbled nipple between his fingers and petted at her more than squeezed, having learned from his previous mistake. “Good boy, Aegon. Much better” Aemond praised. He could feel his twin’s breath panting on his face as he lingered. “She likes that very much, don't you, ñuha Dãria?” 

“Yes, Aegon, very much” Lane answered, she pushed upwards into his mouth and his hand, and Aegon capitalized on the curve of her shoulders. He eased down the thin strap of her long chemise, removing his mouth from her only long enough to peel the sticky fabric away from her skin, it joined her robe bunched around her waist. Lane cried out softly at the new contact, the sensation which was sinfully delicious with the barrier of her clothes had grown to be overwhelming without it. Laney gasped and tugged at Aegon's hair as he chased her sounds, she tried to adjust to his zealousness but it was quickly becoming too much for her. 

“Slow down, brother, gently” Aemond reminded him. Aegon whined as his tongue slowed and he eased into long, flat licks across the whole of her breast. Lane moaned and her hand tightened into a tug on Aegon's scalp. “Soft and slow for our sweet sister, Aegon, you must control your excitement” 

“Too good, too soft” he pleaded against her skin, there was a purple half circle forming that glistened with his spit in the light. 

“I know, my King, I know,” Aemond grinned. Lane was in throws, her mouth hung open and sweet mews floated from her throat as Aegon licked and sucked at her. Pulling away to view her, encouraged by her sounds, Aegon moved his hand tenderly down Lane's abdomen. She looked up at him with blown eyes and the muscles in her tummy fluttered as she watched him take her in. He took his time, rubbing softly at the slope of her bellowing ribcage, He leaned in to kiss each bone as they danced beneath her skin. He dipped his tongue into her belly button, making Lane arch up from the bed slightly, Aemond pressed her softly down by her shoulder and told her to ‘Relax’. She huffed, nodding, and watched Aegon move his tongue nearly down to the line of her small clothes before he brought it back upward between her heaving bosom. 

“My sweet, sweet girl” Aegon hummed as he returned to his former menstruations, his lips coming this time to the breast he had previously given less attention to. His hand was moving back down her torso, Lane’s eyes were tightly closed as she relished in Aegon’s mouth but they flew open when his palm pressed against her mons though the fabric that still covered her there. Aleana’s hand shot down and wrapped around his wrist, stopping his motion, her hand trembling around him. Aegon removed his mouth from her to look down with questioning eyes. His features had gone harsh with lust but his eyes poured love. 

“Aegon” she pleaded, her voice edging on a sob. “What are you doing?” her words were a suffocated whisper. 

“You’ll like it, sweetling. I'm trying to make you feel good.” he answered her. Aemond sat back on his haunches, watching silently as Aleana looked up at his brother. 

“The septa didn’t say anything-” she pulled at her hands nervously. “She only said it would hurt” Aegon relaxed into the cushion and took Lane’s face in his palm.

“Sex is for pleasure, ñuha doña. Septa’s and Maester’s and Grandsire, old fools all of them, they know nothing, truly, about love and passion.” He carded her hair and rubbed at her temple with the pad of his thumb as he spoke. Laney didn’t respond but her rigid body relaxed, her head returning softly to her pillow and she released her hold on Aegon’s wrist. “Trust me, my love” he assured her as he returned pressure to her center. Because of Aleana’s nerves, the sensation was not immediately pleasurable, but slowly, as she allowed herself to sink back in the cushions and as Aegon returned to kissing her chest, moving between her breasts without taking his lips from her skin, his hand began to feel warm and welcome. 

There was a soft click of wood in the space next to them and Lane looked over to see Aemond positioning Aegon’s writing chair a foot or so away from the bed, he eased into it and they locked eyes for a moment. “You’re alright, doña, let Aegon do what he’s best at.” Aemond’s compliment was generous, and Aegon let out a grateful hum against Lane’s skin. 

“I’ll make you feel good, Laney, I promise I will” he panted as he took her nipple further into his mouth, simultaneously applying a stronger touch to her. His hand was so large, he was able to rest his palm on her pubis while his fingers stretched to cover her slit. Lane whimpered at his action and the noise encouraged Aegon to develop a rhythm for her. He began slowly pressing and rubbing up and down again and again as he licked and kissed at her and within a few minutes, he would feel her slick beginning to soak through the fabric of her small clothes. He removed himself from her nipple and drug his lower lip up her neck, he settled kisses on the triangle behind her ear as he spoke to her. “My little wife’s all wet for me” He teased as he nipped at her earlobe. “Tell me, wife, tell me how much you like it” he smiled as he and Aemond met eyes.

Aleana’s ‘Yes’ was unintelligible, the word transforming into a hitched moan as Aegon curled two of his fingers to press hard against her opening. 

“What was that, doña? We can’t hear you” Aemond leaned in. Lane was nodding wildly, her eyes clamped tightly as she tried again to speak, but each sound she attempted was stolen and changed into a huff or a moan as she began to abandon control of her expressions. 

Aegon grinned as she unraveled, he looked down at where his hand met her body and chuffed with pride as Lane had started moving to meet his fingers. 

“Good girl, Laney, do what your body wants you to” her twin praised her, his words were all but drowned out by the rushing of blood in Lane’s head, she was feeling dizzy and her lips were starting to tingle. 

“You do have to remember to breathe, sweetling” Aemond cooed as he watched her try to suck in a breath. “If you don’t, I’ll have to tell Aeg to stop.”

“NO!” she shouted, surprising both her brothers, “Please, Aegon, please don't stop” she begged. There were tears glistening in her eyes and she panted heavily as she held onto her husband's bicep. 

“I have no plans of stopping, I promise” Aegon changed the angle of his hand, the tips of his middle three fingers rubbed almost harshly at Lane’s hooded clit through her cotton fabric and as she moaned and quaked beneath him, he looked to his brother for permission to remove the final barrier between their touches. 

Aemond nodded, he rubbed at his chin with his hand and sucked at his lower lip as he watched his brother shift between Lane’s legs. Aegon brought his hands to the laces that crossed over each other just below her belly button, the newly-weds locked eyes as he carefully worked at them, being careful not to claw or tug them loose as he usually would. “You make the sweetest noises, Laney.” Aleana moved to cover her face, to shield herself from seeing Aegon reveal her most intimate place, but Aemond made a disapproving noise and she brought her hands back to the sheets. Once her laces were loose, Aegon slid his fingers into the hem on either side of her hips and gently tugged the fabric of both her bottoms and her discarded chemise down her legs. As the cold air hit Aleana’s flesh, she squeezed her thighs tightly together and closed her eyes, struggling to overcome her embarrassment. 

“Easy now, sweetling, relax for me” Aegon whispered as he rubbed his palm over her hip bone. “We have the prettiest little sister, don't we, Aemond? With the sweetest cunt I've ever seen” 

“Aegon!” Lane's eyes opened at his vulgarity. A matching chuckle came from both her brothers. 

“The sweetest cunt in the realm” Aemond confirmed and Lane, impossibly, blushed. 

“You're wife, Aemond,” she whispered, her eyes scanning the room as if in search of the woman she felt the complement betrayed. 

“She doesn't compare. She could never even come close.” Her twin's eye burned with lust as he stared into her and spoke. The lust Aleana saw reflected in Aemond’s eye burned her and stole any response she might have mustered. 

Aegon smiled at the exchange, at his wife's sweet humility and his brother's longing. He leaned down to kiss the curve of tummy over Lane's womb. “I'm going to put a baby right here.” Lane shivered as he worked his lips and fingers across the newly exposed swatch of skin. Slowly, Aegon returned his hand to her center, Lane lurched and her inhale sliced the silence as he touched her. His fingers dipped between her legs, into her flower, where he began a painfully controlled exploration of her warmth. Laney’s breaths came out as airy little yelps, one of her hands tangled in the sheets and the other pulled on the fabric that covered Aegon’s ass. He could feel her tense muscles beneath his hands and he nudged his chin against her face as he huffed in her ear “I’ve got you, sweetheart, you’re alright” He kissed her earlobe and trailed his lips to a sweet spot he’d found her to enjoy earlier. “Does that feel good?” he coaxed as he softly circled the tip of his pointer finger over her clit. “Tell me, doña, please.”

Aleana nodded furiously, the two lengths of their silver hair mixing as their heads rocked in rhythm against each other. In lieu of words Laney’s lips found Aegons’ skin, she kissed and panted at his jawbone as she writhed against him. “Use your words, Aleana” Aemond dictated.

Lane managed a strangled ‘So good’ as Aegon applied sharper pressure to her throbbing button. 

“Good girl, good girl” Aegon let her earlobe slip from his lips to praise her. 

“I want to taste her, Aemond” Aeg huffed, she was so wet, he could only imagine how sweet she would taste and how wildly she’d buck beneath him as he licked her. 

“Oh not yet, sweet brother” Aemond smirked, he’d never seen Lane make faces like this before, he’d never seen her lips curl in such a way and he was captivated, as he’d always been, by her beauty. “Perhaps you should save those kisses for the morning” he mused and Aegon smiled at the thought of waking her in such a delicious way. 

“There’s an idea,” Aeg answered. Laney trembled, oscillating her hips against his finger, she clung to him with both hands as she moaned prettily and panted under him. Aegon wanted to make her come undone, he increased his speed and pressure against her and within seconds she was crying out and digging her nails into his bare shoulders. 

Lane’s toes were curling and her thighs squeezed against Aegon’s palm as he worked. 

A sharp cry pushed through her lips and she tried to focus her eyes on Aemond. “Hurts, it hurts” she sobbed, tears of painful pleasure and overstimulation brimming her eyes. 

Her twin left his chair and sat on the edge of the bed, he carded the hair above her eyes away from her face and used his gentle grip on the scalp of her crown to still her so he could look into her eyes.“You need to relax, it hurts when you fight your climax” he told her. There was just enough space between the couple's grinding bodies to allow Aemond’s hand to rest softly on Lane’s womb. “Ease your muscles” he pressed gently and as Aleana nodded into him and disengaged her abdominal muscle, her sharp pants softened to satisfied moans and she began bucking into Aegon’s hand as he teased her. 

“Come for me Laney, come for your husband” Aegon pleaded against her ear, his cock was painfully hard in his small clothes, his head leaking as he rubbed against her thigh. As if on command, Lane’s eyes snapped closed and a wave of motion replaced her desperate, uncoordinated bucking, her hips rolled and her hands balled into fist as her orgasm overtook her. Aemond held his hand in place, feeling her body rock against his brothers as she peaked. “Good girl, Laney, my love, perfect girl” Aegon's voice was a blissful whisper as he slipped his finger inside her as she exploded. He hoped to minimize the unavoidable discomfort of having something inserted into her soft, sweet cunt for the first time. As Aleana came, she rocked herself on his finger, leaving Aegon to simply watch and writhe, worming his hips and legs and against her warm skin, as she trembled and moaned, her tits heaving and head rolling as she raptured. “Sweet wife” he huffed his praise. 

She moaned her husband's name as she broke through the haze, while he curled his finger against the sweet spot inside of her. He claimed her lips in a kiss, using his free hand to cup her jaw and wipe tears of ecstasy from her face. He smiled down at her, kissing at her neck and face, as her body relaxed against him. As the desperate clamp of her pussy on his digit dissipated, Aegon slowly added a second. Aleana whimpered and purred, tugging at Aegon, grasping at his arm and his back, rocking into him gently as he stretched her. Aemond had returned to his chair, he gathered his long hair in his hands and used a strip of leather to pull it into a low bun in an attempt to relieve the searing heat that engulfed him. His vigilance was renewed as he knew the moment of potential pain was nearing, though it seemed Aegon was carefully working to lessen her discomfort.

Aegon did not wait for instruction, he kissed Aleana’s forehead and the side of her face as he gently withdrew his fingers from her. He hurriedly removed his small clothes, not bothering with the care he’d shown in removing hers and as quickly as he could returned to kissing and petting Laney. Their hands explored each other, Lane’s running along his torso until the tips of her fingers found the thatch of hair that crowned his member. Lane looked bashfully down their bodies, and as Aemond caught her peeking, he issued an order to his brother. 

“Let her see you” his voice was gravely, he rubbed at his chin and chewed at his lips softly as he watched Aegon sit back on his haunches, huffing and red faced. He rubbed one hand across Aleana’s soft thigh and the other across his flushed abdomen as the brothers watched Laney’s eyes move across his body and settle at his large, swollen cock. 

“You’re going to put that inside me?” her eyes jumped from Aemond to Aegon as she swallowed painfully. “I can’t- you can’t” her voice cracked in fear. Aegon leaned forward and took her cheek in his hands.

“Shh, ssh” he kissed her face and rubbed at her sternum as he begged. “Trust me, you can. It’ll feel good, Laney, I know how to make you feel good” he promised her and then kissed her reddened lips. His voice edged on desperate and despite his reassuring words, Aemond worried he’d lose control when the ecstasy of breaching her overtook him. 

“Aeg, I can't-” she tried to argue but her voice was stolen in another kiss and a whimper as Aegon eased back into her and resumed moving his fingers inside her overly-sensitive heat.

“You can take it, sweet girl, I know you can” he assured her as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her opening. “I know you can”.  He used his thumb to press on her clit, yanking a moan from her and sending her again into a back and forward tilt on his fingers. Aegon whined, his pupils were blown out and his lips as red and puffy as the head of his cock. 

“Can I fuck her now, Aemond?” he cried out, he humped and rutted against her bare thigh like a teenage boy, painting it with his precum. Lany reacted to him, leaning into his touches and fighting for purchase on his body with her hands. “Please?” he begged, his lips trembling with need. 

Laney was fully surrendered, she rocked against his fingers and kissed at his pale shoulder, her fingers left harsh red indents as she squeezed along his arms and back. As Aemond took in her want, he brought his eye to his desperate brother and gave a single, nearly painful nod. He had to give her over now, not only for the sake of duty, but for the sake of her pleasure as he could not deny her clear desperation and need. “Gently, Aegon” he warned, his brother nodded ardently and moved to position himself between Aleana’s legs. 

The girl looked up at him with big, purple eyes, she huffed and reached for him as fat tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. “I’ve got you, Laney, I'm gonna make you feel so good. Gonna fill you up” his voice was low and he sounded half drunk with lust. 

Aegon took his cock in his hand and moved it to Lane’s center, she gasped as he rubbed the head of it against her folds and her hand shot across the bed towards Aemond. She reached for him as she always had when frightened and Aemond came to her as he always did. He stood from his chair and took her hand, then climbed onto the bed and lifted her upper back so he could wedge himself behind her against the headboard. Aegon was lost in rapture as he rubbed himself against her, he pressed his cock to against her clit, swirling it over and over against her thumping swell and the King and his new Queen called and answered to each other's moans as Aegon readied her. 

“Just relax, sweetling, soften your tummy like I showed you” Aemond encouraged as he looked down at her. Aleana had laced her fingers with her twins, her sweat slicked back curled and flattened against his front as she rocked into the stimulation Aegon applied to her. 

Aegon worked his cock up and down her crease, collecting her wetness and warming her to his touch, and when finally the hand wrapped around himself was all but dripping, he lined himself up with and eased against her opening. 

Aleana's body went still and she hissed sharply, her grasp on Aemond’s hands tightening fiercely as Aegon began his intrusion upon her. His cock stretched the thin membrane of her opening, it burned like fire and Lane struggled to stay relaxed as she'd been instructed. “Oww, ouch, stop, stop” she cried, the tears of pleasure which had decorated her cheeks evolved into streams of painful ones, her hips tilted away from Aegon, pressing her ass against Aemond’s pelvis. 

Aegon stilled immediately upon her cries, his head had only just cleared her and there were many inches, both in length and girth, of him to go. The squeeze and warmth was heaven and Aegon fought to stay still and to find words of comfort. She was so tight, it felt as if he was fighting a suction emanating from the depth of her. “I'm sorry, my sweet, so sorry” he whined, stilling his cock with one hand and supporting his weight above her with the other. He fought his every instinct, his every habit; if it had been any woman, any whore under him but his new wife, his sweet sister he’d be balls deep, chasing his own pleasure by now. But Aegon was determined to do better for her, to be better for she who deserved it so fully. 

“Breathe, Laney, you're alright. It only hurts for a little while” Aemond wormed a hand from her, and used it to pet her face, drying the tears and shiny sweat that painted her like a diamond in the fire light. Her empty hand knotted into the fabric atop his thigh and she shook in his grip. “Relax” Aemond's voice cracked with lust and stimulation as he talked her through it. “You have to relax.” 

“I can’t, it hurts” she gasped, her shoulders heaved and her stiff legs trembled visibly on either side of Aegon's body. 

“This is the worst of it my love, Aeg has to break though your maidenhead” he explained, he watched as her teeth chattered and fought his own battle to keep still, to stop himself from shoving Aegon off his girl and carrying her away from her pain. This was necessary, he reminded himself, convinced himself. 

“Break through-” a yelp interrupted her words as Aegon slipped just a hair's width deeper into him, his hand tingled under his weight and he fought bombarding, dizzying pleasure. 

“Hold still, Aegon” Aemond warned and Aegon looked up at the twins nodding desperately, trying to convey his willingness and struggle. “You can do it, Aeg, be still” Aemond told him before he turned his face back to Lane. “Your maidenhead is flesh stretched across the opening of your cunt, it keeps Aegon's cock out and he has to rip through it to get to the spot that will make you feel good.” Aemond explained, anger danced at the back of his mind that someone hadn't taught his Princess, the Queen, the realities of coupling. It had been a disservice to her. “It's almost over, take a breath” he told her. 

Aleana's purple eyes fluttered in pain, she clawed at Aegon's back now, holding on to both her brothers as she failed to find a comfortable position to relax into, as soon as her muscles softened around Aegon, his member pressed against her and she recoiled. Aemond took a stealing breath and brought Laney's clinging hand to Aegon’s neck. As she grappled onto Aegon and cried, as Aegon moaned in torture, Aemond wrapped his hands around Aleana’s hips and fought through his building guilt to force her pelvis to tilt toward Aegon. His twin began to yelp as he moved her, but he held firm and forced her to stay still against Aegon’s barley enveloped head. “I know, my girl, let it hurt, take a breath for me” he spoke in her ear, his voice strangled as he tried to control himself, to control the situation that was maddening him with anger and guilt and jealousy. He took in Aegon’s blissfully agonized face, the way his lips curled, and his eyebrows furrowed, his enjoyment and torture evident in his glowing, sweaty skin and his blown out eyes. “Go on, Aegon, give her a little more” Aemond ordered and Aegon cried out in relief of the permission as he slid another agonizing inch into his wife. 

Aleana tried to back away from the somehow doubling pain but Aemond held her firm, he whispered praise and comfort in her ear but the words were not intelligible as they mixed with her own whimpers and Aegon’s moans. “Laney, seven hells” Aeg moaned. Making the most of his grant to move, he drew up onto his heels, and took Lane’s ass into his hands, kneading her flesh gently before resting her on his thighs, his hands free now to support her quaking legs as she adjusted to him filling her. The bottoms of Aemond’s hands brushed against Aegon's knees as he held her in place. 

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart, taking him so well. You’re such a good little wife.” She moaned loudly at her twins words and Aemond caressed her chin, his eye moving downward from her face, to her tits, to the apex between her legs where Aegon had begun to slowly withdraw and replace the short length he’d given her. The top quarter of his cock was coated with blood, a few thick trails of ichor ran down the remainder of his length to spread into Aegon’s curly, pale white, nearly invisible pubic hair. As Aeg worked, Lane’s sharp pained cries began to soften into uncomfortable pants, the worst was over, this assured Aemond. Her barrier was torn down and now she need only adjust to the foreign stretching and fullness. “You look so pretty” he told her, admiring aloud the way her pale flesh had gone pink and the way her lips fell into a soft, craving ‘O’ as she began to truly soften to Aegon’s cock. 

A soft pleased huff escaped her lips and she, nearly undetectably, rolled her hips onto Aegon. “I told you, ñuha Dãria, I knew I could make you feel good” Aegon’s voice was breathy, his words cut with moans and huffs as he slid into her again, giving her more and more of himself, little by little as he dipped into her. Aemond watch and listened as Aegon settled further and further into his twin, as Lany cried out and moaned against her husband’s skin, as she trembled in Aemond’s grip while he held her still to be fucked. “My sweet wife” the eldest brother’s moan was a whimper as he began to lose control, as his hips began to hammer more sharply into Lane’s heat. 

“Aeg” she moaned against him, her lips trembling. Finally, all pain had dissolved into pleasure. Aegon’s girth filled her in a way that felt completely right, as if the emptiness that existed there before had been a mistake, as if her pussy had been carved out by Aegon’s cock itself. 

“Gently, Aegon” Aemond reminded, Aegon had become more erratic, the last three inches of his length were meeting with resistance and he was desperate to be fully seated inside his wife. Aleana was rocking to meet him now, but her movements were sloppy and untimed, she whined in frustration as their bodies missed alignment in their rutting.

“No, not gently, all of you, please” she huffed out, leaving forward to grab at Aegon’s shoulder, her voice was breathy and desperate.  Aegon’s cautious movements had become too pleasing and simultaneously not enough, she needed more from him. She reached for his hips and tried to rut herself against him but still could not find the right movement to fit rightly against him. Aemond realized this was a moment in which he could aid her and he boldly began to use his hands to bounce her against Aegon, meeting his brother with perfect time and depth. This was enough and under her twins guidance, Aleana was overtaken by perfected bliss, her head fell back onto Aemond's shoulder and Aemond saw the whites of her eyes as her eyelids fluttered. Aegon responded in like, moaning and grunting with his whole chest in between the kisses he planted on Lane’s shoulders and clavicle. “Aemond” slipped breathily from her lips as he brought her sharply down, again and again, onto her husband's cock. Aemond twitched as she said his name, his own cock hard and angry beneath his breeches. The ache in his groin was only intensified when his brother, the King, repeated Lane’s call, huffing out his name as he brought his siblings' bodies together. 

“You both sound so pretty” Aemond meant to tease but the words came as a lust filled groan. 

Aemond’s efforts were making all the difference, Laney had grown impossibly wetter in her thrall and finally, with sounds of triumph from the three silver-haired beauties in the King's bed, Aegon was fully enveloped by his sister, the two met bone to bone, groaning and panting, rocking together in all encompassing euphoria. 

“You’ve done it, sweet sister, you’ve taken all of your husband's cock.” Aemond praised her, his fingers dug into her hips, Aegon’s speed was building and Aemond worked to meet his new pace. 

“Little wife, you feel so good” Aegon smiled wickedly, the desperation he’d felt as he tried to control himself, to curb his appetites and handle his wife with care had dissipated as she encouraged him, as Aemond now slammed her onto him with abandon. His capabilities had been restored and he was able now to enjoy himself more thoroughly, to open his eyes and take her in, to move his hands to her glistening breasts and bring his lips to Lane’s own. “Such a good pussy” he released the flesh of her neck to croon at her. “My pussy” he rambled blissfully as he sank into her. Aemond had overtaken his pace, Aeg was again under his brother's thumb as he worked the newly wed towards their building climaxes.

“Stop, Aegon” Aemond sharply ordered. Aegon looked at Aemond in confusion and groaned as Aemond’s piercing eye found him over Aleana’s shoulder. She groaned with him as he stilled inside her. “You’re mistaken, brother.” Aemond held Laney still as he spoke. “This sweet little thing, is mine” Aemond growled, Aleana began to whine under him and Aemond smiled though his gruff words as he brought his fingers down Lane’s pubis to tuck into her, he rubbed lazily at her slick and swollen glans; Her whines turned to pleasured mews, Aegon eyes were glued to the delicious and torturous attention his brother gave his wife. “Sshh, dona” Aemond whispered in Aleana’s ear as she rocked against his fingers, she huffed desperately for a continuation of the stimulation Aegon's cock had provided her.  “Laney is mine, Aegon” he stared his brother down. “I let you marry her, and I’m letting you fuck her, and I’ll let you give her children.” Aegon gulped  “But she belongs to me.” Laney did not respond to Aemond’s words, she was sucking at her lip and pulling at Aegon’s hips, trying as hard as she could to get her husband to move against her again. 

“Please-” she huffed.

“Hush now, Laney.” Aemond’s voice switched from sharp to loving as he addressed her, he pressed harder into her clit and Laney yelped out against him. “Do you understand, brother?” Aemond smiled cruelly and hummed in delight as Aegon nodded reverently. 

“Yes, Aemond” the King panted, his eyes, locked onto Aemond’s own, glittered with hedonism and need and submission. 

“Good” Aemond rubbed harshly at Aleana now, the girl gyrated against his fingers, her actions moved Aegon’s cock in a circle inside of her and the two joined siblings moaned in satisfaction. “Make her come now” he commanded.  

“Yes, Aemond” Aegon went to work chasing her second orgasm, the two brothers worked together, Aemond relentlessly rubbing at Aleana’s swollen bud, and Aegon bounding into her heat. He wrapped his hands around her folded legs, shifting her further into his lap and the change of angle brought a strangled scream from Laney’s throat, she reached forward and wrapped her arms around Aegon’s shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she began repeating his name like a prayer. “Come for me, Laney. Come for me so I can fill you up.” he kissed and sucked at her shoulder. “Please, sweetheart, please” he begged, squeezing at her ass with one hand and tugging at her hair with the other. Aemond was on his knees behind the pair, his arm wrapped around Laney’s waist and his hand pressed flat between his siblings as he rubbed at her throbbing button.

Aegon’s pleading sent Laney over the edge, the coil that had tightened in her core sprung wildly, pin-pricks of light scattered across the insides of her closed eyelids and she cried out with abandon.  As she unwound, her legs pressed into Aegon’s torso and her walls closed around his cock, milking him, urging him to completion. “Good boy, Aeg” Aemond praised his brother, proud of the way he’d brought Laney pleasure. “Come for me, Aegon” Aemond lifted Aegon’s head by his hair, staring into his eyes as he dictated to him. 

The order falling from his brother's lip shot Aegon into the realm of ecstasy, he attempted to answer him, choking on a painful ‘Yes, Aemond’ as he began to buck into his still reeling bride. He brought his hands to her hips and pressed her against him with all his might as he fucked her, his eyes locked on his brother’s face as he cried out and painted her walls with his seed. Aleana whimpered at the sensation, the nails on one of her hands dug crescent moons into Aegon’s neck while her other found purchase behind her on Aemond’s thigh. Aemond had abandoned her, his fingers were laced in his brother's hair and petting his leg as Laney and Aeg settled. Lane hand gone slack, she slumped on Aegon’s chest and her ass pressed against Aemond lap as the younger brother remained upright, watching Aegon’s face relax and settle into the unmatched comfort of release. Aegon cupped Laney's face, supporting her as the three siblings panted against one another. 

It was Aemond, or course, who finally unwound himself from them. As the moment expired, he realized how unexpectedly this first of Laney’s had evolved. He brought a basin and towel to his siblings and then sat back in his chair, watching silently, pondering, as Aegon laid Laney on her back and cleaned gently between her legs. Blood stained the inside of her thighs, it covered Aeg’s cock and was smeared across his pubis and hips and Aemond looked to his own lap to find a spattering across his own yellowed pants. He allowed himself, for the first time he could ever remember, to admire the soft curve of Aegon’s naked ass, he took in the shape of his softening cock, and found himself comparing Aegon’s soft body to Aleana’s. Where Aemond was muscled and toned, Aegon was almost womanly in the belly, legs and arms. Aegon’s Adams apple bobbed as he questioned Laney’s state but Aemond was entranced with the sudden desire to bite down on his brother’s moon-toned neck and didn’t hear the words the couple exchanged. Aemond swallowed dryly as he stood. Laney was in capable hands for now, Aegon was tucking her in lovingly, wrapping her in sheets and fluffing pillows behind her head, smiling down at her stupidly. Aleana startled when she heard the scrape of Aemond’s chair, she looked to her twin as if she’d forgotten he was there, but her eyes lit up with comfort as he leaned in and kissed her forehead and mumbled a ‘Goodnight’ against her skin. 

Aegon stared at his brother with wide eyes, his cheeks blushed red and his lips twitched as he took in all the harsher lines of Aemond’s face, as he examined, for the first time this intimately,  his brother's scar and the eyepatch he hid behind. 

“I’ll see you in the small council meeting tomorrow?” Aegon questioned, his voice cracked, the question meant so much more. He feared his brother’s rejection now more than he ever had, having been vulnerable to him in a way he never had been before. Aemond looked down at him, his eye conveying simultaneous comfort and command, and nodded. 

“Tomorrow, brother” Aemond answered aloud as he retreated. 

Down the hall, in front of his fireplace once again, this time full of peace, Aemond sipped his wine. His earlier feelings of jealousy and anger replaced with pride and power. He’d finally staked his claim on his twin. Equally enthralling, as Aemond recalled and replayed every moment of rupture he’d instigated and moderated, was the brewing realization that the urge and desire he felt to control his brother was not as callus and hate motivated as he’d thought it be, that his sweet twin was not the only sibling Aemond intended to lay claim to. 

“Tomorrow, brother” he told the vision of panting, pleading Aegon that knelt in his mind’s eye.

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

It’s quiet. Far too quiet.

The prefect isn't usually so.. Distant. She does usually ignore people in such a manner, even when she's upset with them, but she's been gone for days..

What could have possibly caused her to go into ‘recluse’ mode? She only hides away like this when she's injured. Has someone hurt her?

As you enter Ramshackle dorm, the one thing you notice is the fact that it's cold. Empty. Not even Grim is present, and the ghosts aren't out and about. Windows have been left open slightly, causing a large draft. It's completely abandoned, save for a few spiders and some cobwebs.

Burn marks litter the floor, and there is a foul smell of acid that lingers.

The acid smell is strong, and it makes you lightheaded. Ramshackle looks.. Worse. Worse than how it was when she first arrived. At least from the outside, it does. What happened here..? The prefect isn't usually absent..

As you walk back outside, you notice that the lawn is.. Burnt. Very burnt. The smell is even stronger out here, and it burns your nostrils and lungs.

Just what happened here..?

Its then that you smell something.

Something is actively burning nearby.

“Rosie…?” [Rocky slowly enters, looking around.]

[…ah…Shiyuu, Mai, and Inno are unconscious on the ground. Rocky moves them to somewhere safer.]

[Sighing, Rocky trudges through the building. He pulls out a cloth and wets it with a water spell, putting it over his nose and mouth.]

[clover0101]

you know, something that bothers me, excites me and makes me so scared about MILGRAM is the fact that there are too many possible endings for one trial.

for example, taking first trial's result. A lot of people, to the point Es mentioned it in Mahiru's 2nd vd, would've voted Kotoko guilty if they knew she was going to attack the guilty prisoners. Just for the small change in Kotoko's verdict, a lot of events wouldn't have unfolded. The most obvious one is that guilty character arc would be different, and inno Shidou wouldn't have found something to live for inside MILGRAM, so his arc would be affected too

If Amane was innocent, would she take direct action to stop Shidou from healing the others? I don't think she can be a direct threat to him, but she could sabotage his instruments

Mikoto is known to be a match in force to Kotoko even if she's using a bat, so if he was inno, could he help protecting others? would he stop her? (also, I've always thought an inno mikoto on t1 would serve as a mediator or at least someone who tries to keep things calm inside the prison)

Guilty characters aren't really that close to the innocent ones (except mappi and yuno iirc). If one between Mu and Haruka was guilty and the other inno, would they still stick together?

Guilty characters are a lot more shocking on their mvs, with the exception of Futa. How could the t2 mvs be if they were guilty? (especially after pain, since it was really explicit at first)

so I would really like to have like - some kind of book with art and trivias where we can see scraps and alternative endings or ideas, or even a game with multiple endings would be great (but i don't think it works with milgram's format, since it's supposed to be a MUSIC project and ambiguity builds like the 90% of it) There are a lot of things to explore and I think I am missing them !!

[alynnl]

I'm only in the beginning of Ace Attorney case 6-5, and I've already imagined a possible way for the last chapter/case to go. I will go ahead and call this an AU because canon never tends to go exactly as I picture it in my head but, here goes.

The notes for my Spirit of Justice AU: Turnabout Absolution!

It all starts when Dhurke kicks off his revolution after somehow obtaining the Founder's Orb.

(To add to that, Maya is safe and there's no hard feelings from Phoenix, he lost to Apollo fair and square.)

Part of the revolution is exposing the rampant corruption of the Ga'ran regime, and just how many innocent people were put to death under the Defense Culpability Act. After Dhurke's agents bring him court records, he and Apollo do extensive fact checking on each case.

Dhurke decides he'll let Apollo hold on to the evidence to keep it safe. Apollo is hopeful that they'll build a case and present it together.

Another part (both personal and important) to Dhurke's revolution is saving Nahyuta from the Queen's influence before it's too late.

Dhurke is able to convince Nahyuta to meet with him because he's finally learned what happened to his late wife - Nahyuta's mother.

The truth is simple: Nahyuta's mother, like many of the other victims, was actually murdered by one of Justice Minister Inga's agents in order to silence those who dared go against the Crown.

Before Dhurke can tell the whole truth (He only gets as far as "Your mother wasn't killed by who you think-") - history repeats itself.

Dhurke and Nahyuta are attacked by one of Inga’s agents. The gunman is unmistakably aiming at Nahyuta.

Dhurke takes a shot to his right shoulder defending his son. He wastes no time and grabs Nahyuta’s arm, trying to flee the scene. Pushing through his injury, Dhurke leads them down the back roads and hidden alleys. He hopes they can reach the safe house where Apollo and Datz are staying.

They don’t quite make it to their destination. Their pursuer catches up to them with backup. There’s a final confrontation. One of the agents shoots Dhurke in a vital spot. He fights back, but he’s unable to stop them from shoving a rifle in the terrified, frozen Nahyuta’s hands and fleeing the scene.

Shortly after, the local, public police arrive at the scene just in time to see Dhurke fall, and Nahyuta with what appears to be a murder weapon in hand. They quickly arrest him.

The next morning, Apollo and Datz learn the bad news. There is little time for mourning, since Nahyuta will need a lawyer.

Apollo refuses to believe Nahyuta is guilty and wants to hear his side of the story. On the way he encounters Phoenix, who offers to help him navigate the Khura'inese courtroom.

Together they go to the detention center. Nahyuta’s demeanor is completely changed, he is despondent and has deep regrets about his father’s death, and how he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

No one will represent him in court, and won't even hear what he has to say. Nahyuta sees this as his divine punishment for all the people he got declared guilty. "Perhaps at least some of them were innocent..."

Apollo gets right to the point, and says he'll defend Nahyuta if no one else will.

Nahyuta outright refuses. He tries to put up his walls, saying he never asked for Apollo's help and this is his business, so both he and Phoenix should just stay out of it.

Apollo doesn't back down.

"Before he was killed, Dhur- ... Dad and I talked, about a lot of things. He told me all his work to change Khura'in wouldn't be complete unless he was able to save you."

Nahyuta is on the verge of tears, but holds them in. "That fool. He wanted to save me so much he died trying..."

Phoenix asks Nahyuta to be honest about what he means by that.

Nahyuta tells the two lawyers everything he remembers from that night.

"I know when Her Benevolence Rayfa performs the Divination seance, I will look as guilty as I appear."

Phoenix thinks the Divination Seance may have a way of proving Nahyuta's innocence, since he's used them as evidence before. With his knowledge, and Apollo's perception, they won't lose.

Nahyuta is actually touched by Apollo and Phoenix's willingness to help him. He warns them that the trial will not be easy, since he has no idea who the prosecution will be. But he agrees to let the two lawyers be his counsel.

Although Apollo has some feelings of grief and sadness, he has to focus on the case. He and Phoenix return to the safe house. There they meet Datz - who is both tearful, but determined to carry out Dhurke's will.

They work through the night putting evidence together and investigating the town for clues. They get little sleep, as the day of the trial looms over them.

The trial starts. Queen Ga'ran herself and Minister of Justice Inga lead the prosecution. Princess Rayfa has to do the Divination Seance, but her steps are reluctant.

As expected the vision incriminates Nahyuta, but Apollo breaks it down gradually.

Apollo's perception works on some witnesses. Phoenix handles those who are in control of their tells by using the Magatama and breaking their psyche locks.

The evidence and testimony start to paint a clear picture for the gallery and the judge. Her Majesty Ga'ran and Minister Inga have been lying, not just about Nahyuta's guilt, but almost every defendant prosecuted under the DC Act.

Even the verdict against the now late Dhurke Sadhmadi was false, since he did not assassinate Queen Amara. Ga'ran convinced Inga to do the deed, so she could be the next to succeed the throne.

There's an outrage that threatens to become a riot. Ga'ran orders her royal guard to subdue the gallery, but they don't move. It turns out, most of them know someone who has been falsely accused under the DC Act. This wasn't justice, but tyranny.

Rayfa is in tears after hearing what both her parents are responsible for. Not just all the innocent people, but even her own aunt, who she adored when she was younger. Although he breaks courtroom etiquette to do so, Nahyuta steps off the defendant's stand to comfort her.

"Your Benevolence, it's true that what we witnessed is evil. But you can be different. Step by step we can change things, together. ... Someone important taught me that. Look around. The people are looking to you now. They want to hear what you have to say."

Rayfa steels herself. She first looks to Apollo and Phoenix, then to Nahyuta, and then the gallery at large.

She begins by formally apologizing for everything her parents have done. That it was their duty as the royal family to uphold the peace granted to them by the Holy Mother, and in many ways, both her mother and father have failed. She promises to do better, to truly earn her name as Benevolent, and that it will start here with Gar'an and Inga serving their penance, and for amnesty to be granted to both the rebels and the guards to begin a path towards true peace.

She humbly asks for Nahyuta to guide her as her regent until she comes of age, and will be crowned as the next Queen of Khura'in. He is equally humbled, but accepts, in the name of The Holy Mother and his new liege.

Before anyone can depart, the judge declares a Not Guilty verdict for Nahyuta Sadhmadhi. There is confetti, cheers and much revelry. Nahyuta can still spot Phoenix and Apollo in the crowd, and smiles briefly at them, before accompanying Rayfa back to the palace.

In the days that followed, there were equal amounts shock at the former Queen's crimes, but hope for what the future will bring. Rayfa's first act is to repeal the DC Act, and with Nahyuta's help, begin reforming the legal system. The Defiant Dragons and the royal soldiers both laid down their arms, instead picking up the tools they'd need to build Khura'in a better future.

Phoenix goes to a phone booth. He gets in touch with Trucy, and tells her he'll be home soon.

On a quiet night, Apollo and Datz take turns visiting Dhurke's shrine, which is right next to the one for his late wife. They tell him how well the trial went, and how Nahyuta has a future now, and they wished he could see it. They leave white lilies, and discover that someone else has already been there to leave flowers before.

It's nearly time for Phoenix and Apollo to go back to their agency, each with a story to tell Trucy and Athena when they get back.

Nahyuta and Rayfa meet them at the airport. They say some brief goodbyes. Apollo promises he will return someday, when he becomes an even better lawyer working in the agency.

Nahyuta looks forward to that, even playfully teasing that they might just meet again in court.

Apollo would be ready and willing to face him when that day comes. And this time, it will not be their lives at stake. Instead they will work together to uncover the truth. In this way they carry on their father's legacy and start building one of their own.

The End

[vincord]

I really like the Amane and Kotoko duo, but I absolutely can't formulate the thought that has been spinning in my head since yesterday.

I would describe it probably as "like evolution in Pokemon", I guess??

A traumatized child without normal socialization, who was forced to learn the language of violence and has black-and-white thinking. And the one that traumatized children usually grow into if they are not helped.

Positive thoughts and possible thoughts about helping others, which, due to certain events in life, have been distorted, turning into a complete mess. Isolation from others, because everyone around is different from you, everyone around doesn't understand you, everyone around is against you and wants to harm you, so you have to be on your guard. You are alone in this world and you have nothing but your own faith.

Amane removes herself from everyone, having received a guilty verdict. Kotoko removes herself from everyone, having received an inno verdict. They both have common themes with other prisoners, but they cannot see this by building a barrier between themselves and others.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

3 - 52 Murder at the Iron Palace (Hotel & Casino)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60526321/chapters/161801329

The regular link embed is not working at all

But a less-than-stellar 10th season has been added to AO3 for easier reading!

I could be making something else. People might like something else I could make maybe

But no

I make this :3

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino’s mission takes place at the Iron Palace - the original home of the legendary pigeon the Iron Tsar. But after everything went down in Murdle on the Logico Express, it has been renovated into the only publicly available location in the battleground region - The Iron Palace Hotel & Casino! (Mostly casino.) He slowly enters the massive swinging doors, blinded by lights and gold… 

RASPBERRY: Well wouldja look at that, it’s uh-RASH-inno!

The goat lord is tackled by an aggressive hug from the very loving Razz, Amaranth, and Night. Sir Rulean stays grumpily behind. Nah, he joins too.

IRRATINO: You guys! I’m here to solve a murder… by myself. AMARANTH: Ahhh, please stay for gambling! IRRATINO: I know, I’d like to… but I can’t.

He looks at the body of the day, and is greatly saddened by the lack of Logico. And while he looks for clues, he can’t help but get distracted by the incredible games. 

RASPBERRY: Check it - in this coin toss, you can only bet one thing - yer life! 

He enters some money into an auto-flipping machine. The coin launches into the air, spinning and spinning… Raspberry crosses his fingers and prays to God, sweating heavily. Spinning saws encroach at his feet. But don’t worry - the coin lands on Heads!

RASPBERRY: PHEEEYEW! I thought I was a goner that time!

Irratino grimaces a fake smile. Why would anyone do that? At least Sir Rulean is playing normal cards.

RULEAN: Hey. Want to play a round? IRRATINO: What are we playing?  RULEAN: Five-card draw (aces, kings, and jacks wild).

Irratino likes his chances, and is more interested in distracting himself from his sorrow than solving the murder. Another reason why they should never be separated! Due to being in poor spirits, though, he loses quite a bit of money to the fake knight.

AMARANTH: Did zomeone zay… KNIGHT??

He grabs Tino’s arm and drags him to a separate wing of the building. His tail almost becomes a propellor!

AMARANTH: ZUPER-ULTRA BULLET CHESS960!!! Look look-

He hops into a tank on top of a giant chessboard. Giant horse-shaped pieces start rolling in…

Irratino jumps for cover as he hears the sound of a machine gun! Wood shavings fly everywhere, and Amaranth cackles maniacally. 

AMARANTH: IRRATINO YOU CAN BE MY OPPONENT! IRRATINO: AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOO! Thanks. 

Amaranth shoots the wrong thing and a hole opens up in the ground, swallowing him. His feminine scream fades away. Irratino waddles back to the lobby and flops against the front desk, depressed. He catches something out of the corner of his eye - Logico’s handwriting! He had preemptively sent a note to him! This warms Irratino’s heart greatly, and he prances back to find the real murderer.

Numerologist Night inserts $10,000 into a slot machine, and pulls the lever, looking almost villainous. 

IRRATINO: GAHHHAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? NIGHT: Vulgar statisticians might say the slot machine has the lowest odds, but little do they know - my lucky number! THREE! My birthday, March 3rd! If I play the 3rd machine in the 3rd row, I always win three times my money - $30,000 for you uneducated folk. I ALWAYS WIN THE SLOT MACHINE! I ALLLWAYYYS WIN!  IRRATINO: O…kay, but- NIGHT: Oh, and when the manager tried to kick me out for winning, I killed him :) 

Irratino wants to be mad, but can’t help but smile at his manipulative bestie. Lucky numbers - it’s perfect! And he writes down his own lucky number.

Twelve.

The end!

So does Irratino have a canon birthday?

I was thinking Feb 12 because that falls into Aquarius but that's just an assumption

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[shentheauthor]

I keep coming up with aus send help— anyway human iterator au??

I had fun picking their names, but I was in the shower, so some of them might be a bit silly lmao. They all get human names, and the scugs are just their cats

Pebbles: Pedro. It means “rock” or “stone,” and I wanted to make him and Moon Latino, so there you go. Pebbles is his nickname, though. It’s an inside joke with him and Moon (mostly just Moon, Pebbles is still a wet blanket). Pebbles in this au would probably be in college as a history major.

Moon: Luna! It’s a bit basic, but it works really well as a name. Plus, you know, Latino siblings. I haven’t decided on a specific country for their heritage yet, so hmu if you have Latino iterator headcanon ideas. Moon would be a physicist.

NSH: Sigrid. He’s transmasc, but he kept his old name because imma be real, Sigrid goes hard. Plus it shortens to Sig! NSH would be a biologist, working his way to the top of a lab.

Suns: Apollo. It’s so basic but I love it. They’re silly. Plus they share a name with Apollo Justice from hit game Ace Attorney, which is always a win. Suns works in the same lab building as Sig, just in a different research group.

Innocence: Amina! It means honest/pure, so Yk… innocence. It’s also just a really pretty name. I think Inno would vibe with it. They are also in college, and they’re Pebbles’s roommate. They’d be a graphic design major.

Chasing/Grey Wind: Gray. Gray is already a name, and it’s giving “nonbinary people and their four letter names.” Also don’t mind me changing the spelling for the word mid-explanation, I still don’t know which way is the American way. I don’t think we should have different ways to spell gray. It’s dumb. Wind would be a grad student in chemistry.

[purgemarchlockdown]

I know a lot of T2 Inno Amane thoughts revolve around how she would of teamed up with Kotoko but the more I think about how Kotoko interacts with the girl the more im honestly kind of glad Kotoko Did Not build a rapport with Amane

[arc-hus]

Photographer's House, London - Hugh Strange

[howlingday]

When I saw the Pink Panther, got me thinking… How about an Only Murders in the Building parody with Jaune and Ren?

Only Murders, eh?

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Jaune: Whitley?! Everyone gets open night jitters! It's fine! I've done it before! I can talk you through it!

Whitley: (Steps out) I'm fine. I'll be able to perform tonight, so worry about the other actors, okay?

Jaune: I know, I know, but... Okay, so I did talk to her like you asked-

Whitley: Did she apologize?

Jaune: ...Not exactly? But listen, we've already been through a lot, so maybe, and this is just me throwing it out there, but take all that tension you feel, let it soak in, and use it on stage!

Whitley: And then I kill her, right? Because if she comes at me like she did before again, then I just might.

Jaune: Uh... Well, that is a... unique... color-

Goodwitch: PLACES, EVERYONE! Break a leg, Whitley...

Whitley: I could do that, too.

Jaune: Uh... Well...

Whitley: (Blows raspberries, Vocalizes)

Whitley: (Takes center stage, Coughs)

Ren: Good luck tonight.

Whitley: Thank you.

Ren: "Good luck" is a curse in the theater.

Whitley: ...I know that. I was just, er, being polite, you dickhead.

Ren: Hey, I'm about as happy about this performance as you are. If you can suck it up, so can I.

Whitley: Hey, I'm the professional actor! You're just some washed-up nobody! So maybe worry about yourself.

Ren: ...Use your brain, not your head. Stay away from her. Because if you don't, then I'll tell her what you are.

Ren: I know what you did. (Walks away)

Whitley: (Curtains open, Audience applauds) What twisted me into this foul creature of the night? This... This stalker of the inno... innocen... I... Hel- (Collapses)

Nora: (Stands up slowly) Please tell me this is part of the act.

Jaune: (Runs on stage) SOMEBODY CALL MEDICAL! (Checks him) HE'S NOT MOVING!

Nora: ...You have got to be fucking kidding me.

[sparkedfirez]

I can't tell if the fight Pebbles and Sig had was verbal or physical, but at least it finally made him get some much needed help.

Really excited for the next chapter, btw ^_^

(Extra, cause idk if this would be a spoiler or not: Does he keep the robe for sentimental purposes, or does he throw it away?)

The fight they have will be verbal, I actually already have that chapter written out (because I'm horrible at writing in chronological order). Chapter four is currently being written and it gives a little world building and Exposition.

As for the robe, he did ask for it to be thrown away, quoting Inno by saying it's "just a rag" but Arti keeps it. She's got plans. :3

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

Where my TWST OCs were prior to NRC!!!

Shiyuu Oboete: I have to keep this one mostly a secret (for future plans), but one thing I can share is that he used to live with his elder sister until she disappeared a few years before he did.

Chase Crewel: Chase was living with Divus (referring to first name for differentiation) near campus. He often visited prior to enrolling, particularly on Bring Your Children To Work Day (which we will pretend they have LMAO). This is one of the reasons that he knows the ins and outs of the school building!

Yume Shylock: I also have to keep Yuume’s past a secret, but one thing I will share is that they were an older sibling, and vanished one day when traveling in the woods for firewood.

Ai Wuzhi: Ai Wuzhi was under a strict studying regiment after returning home from war. Her grandfather had recently passed away, so she was stuck in this situation until she was chosen by the dark mirror. Her parents were among the strongest mages, so her mother would force her into isolation and strict rules, similar to Riddle’s mother.

Inno Va’shin: Explained in his backstory.

Rocky: Rocky was stuck on the streets of a town in Pyroxene. He was homeless since he was neglected and had to fight for survival his whole life. Often, he bounced from place to place, shelter to shelter, living on whatever limited generosity was given to him. This led to developing his tough and jaded exterior. He was also suck at NRC during winter break for this reason.

Sadiya Abadi: Sadiya remained in her role of Kalim Al-Asim’s personal companion, taking care of him when Jamil could not and providing him company. Kalim’s younger siblings often tried to grab at or pull on her wings, so she kept them concealed with magic most of the time.

Binx Nevermore (last name drop!): Binx was a student at RSA. He had been searching desperately for his sibling, planning to tell them about the sanctuary they had found where they could be safe from their creator. This led to him eventually convincing the headmage of RSA and Crowley to have an exchange program, and thus sending Binx to NRC.

Anya Daggerfang: Anya lived on his own prior to NRC. He had been on rough terms with his brother, Kain, and his parents decided it would be best if the two were separated for a while. Kain attends RSA. Anya still cares about Kain deeply, but the two have been having issues since Anya’s unique magic had developed.

Emma Leech: Emma lives in the Coral Sea, attending the same elementary school their brothers and Azul did as children. Emma was often bullied for their disability, so they sought refuge by spending most of their time at NRC.

Leilani Kekoa: Leilani lived with their twin sibling, Keahi, on the Kamaile Islands. Not much is known about their past, but they both seemed to have very important jobs in their village.

Claire Voyan: Claire Voyan was an average student…or at least, that’s what she wants people to believe. Due to their psychic abilities, she had done everything she could to hide them because she just wanted to be average.

Atlas Mekanix: Atlas worked at his grandfather’s workshop, helping him run errands and pick up supplies (because he was too young to work at the time). His grandfather taught him everything he knows about engineering and inventing, leading to his passion for the industry.

Mai Dear: Mai was originally the host character of a popular children’s show in Twisted Wonderland. Due to a magical interference (partially caused by Prince Cheka during a visit to Leona), she had been brought to the physical world at NRC, despite still being a puppet/muppet.

@diasomnias-flower @bubblin-trouble @nrc-ramshackle-prefect

@floyd-leech-thing @hello-from-nrc-infirmary @nrcbookclub

@inotonline @hiding-in-your-wifi @seven-seas-octavinelle

[tallysgreatestfan]

Dystopia made in Germany - damn yeah!

Finally came around to watch «Paradise» on Netflix, a dystopia with a somewhat similar concept as Time’s Out, in that poor people can spend years of their life time in exchange for money, and rich people gain life time in exchange for money.

German actor Kostja Ullmann plays the main character, who works as a salesman for the time exchange company Aeon, but finds himself on the other side as his wife is forced to "donate" fourty years of her life.

First of all: Americans will never understand just how exciting and in a sense freeing it is to see their country represented in genre media. This is, without joking, the first dystopian movie I ever saw that took place in Germany. It is such a cool feeling to see this futuristic city, but the signs are in German, not English. It is somehow a completely different kind of immersion.

(And remember, Germany is still part of the global west and an industrial nation, for people from the global south this must be even much much worse)

Also, I was somewhat worried for the upcoming Uglies movie (=relatively old Young Adult Dystopia about a seemingly Utopian world in which differences between all humans are obliterated by a mandatory beauty surgery) if Netflix could pull off the CGI and practical effects for this utterly futuristic world, and judging by this movie, they luckily could. The buildings look real, the interior design looks real. It is, to be honest, not quite as far as it would need to be for Uglies, but it works.

IMO it takes the allegory of how capitalism quite literally steals lifetime from the poor a bit further than Time’s Out, as here this procedure isn’t mandatory in most cases, but poor people still do it, because that just is how the fucked up capitalist system forces them to do.

Some of the names are a bit corny, like “Adam” for the resistance group, or “Lazarus” for the secret cemetery, but damn, I absolutely love the leader of the resistance movement being called Lillith.

It is only relatively understated, but I do like that this movie dares to go into criticizing how Europe, especially Europes borders, treat refugees. Europeans always have this air of being the most moral and just, and I consider myself guilty of that too, sometimes – but we’re not. Absolutely not.

I like the music though. Dark electronic tunes, mixed with more contemporary pop or rock occasionally. It is not outstanding, but it is good and it underlines the emotions and themes.

Spoilers under the cut:

I really love that the main characters wife, upon feeling on her own body just how draconic this “donation” process is, refuses to force someone else to experience this, even if it’s a rich person who took the donations dozenths of time already, and only complies because there are no other possibilities.

The boss henchwoman of Aeon (haven’t caught her name) has such an amazing charisma and totally commands every scene she is in. Doesn’t help that she also has a fairly unique face. I really hope for her that she gets big; that she becomes Germanys next big action heroine or something.

The short scenery with the wind turbines and the sea and the ship, wow. That looked so futuristic and alien totally set the scenes. The atmosphere of that!

The conflict with the young women they captured possibly being the CEOs daughter instead of the CEO herself is quite the interesting idea. No matter how it will end up, what will be true, it definitely is an good story choice.

Ooh, and now the dystopian resistance movement enters the scene. I love how the no nonsense scarred resistance leader is a woman here. A white woman, and its pretty, thin line scars, but still.

I love how claustrophobic and chaotic the scene with the main character trying to navigate through the battle Aeon vs rebels is. Other than him not getting seriously injured it feels very realistic and raw.

The music of the escape scene gave me goosebumps. There is just something so raw and eerie and sad and loss of innocence about it.

The moment of violence between the CEOs daughter after she tries to blackmail the main character and Helena, and Helena was refreshing in a way. Can’t even fully say why, but I guess its because in most movies, eruptions of brutality between previously peaceful characters only happen between two men.

Didn’t expect that Helena would loose her morality and panic in the end. Not quite sure if I believe it yet.

Damn yeah the moment where the cool henchwoman (Kaya) finally grows some morals and leaves!

At the end, and now I can definitely say that I don’t like the twist with Helena. Especially for the sake of a pregnancy of all things. Might just be happily childfree queer me, but I think I will never understand how people are willing to risk absolutely everything for that. It is also pretty gross to say a woman wishes that so much that she looses her morality.

But I do like that this has an unhappy end, like Fahrenheit 451 or Brave New World, and the fight of the normal people against cooperations seems almost impossible, but yet they still have to try, because it’s the moral thing to do