#Maybe do Maiden wine next or something

[bucknastysbabe]

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Let's play who's the sidepiece?, Aegon has half of King's Landing and his sister has one (1) man, humor, strong themes of sexism/patriarchy/gender roles, infidelity but casual?, jealous jealous jealous Aeg, who is also a self-absorbed idiot, Aemond just wants peace, pnv!sex, Incest need I say more, manipulation, degradation, rough sex, oral sex (m!receiving), a bit toxic at the end but they do love each other.

Taglist: @arcielee @aemonds-holy-milk @fairysluna @valeskafics @dr-aegon @targaryen-madness @starogeorgina @lovelykhaleesiii @sugarpoppss2 @thought--bubble

Divider by @saradika

Aegon was suspicious. Sure, he fucked whenever and however he wanted. Regardless of outside activities, something was off in his meticulously planned life. Planned by others, of course, he couldn't give a rat's ass. The prince just had been wed to his sister, the less strange one. She was suspiciously…competent in bed. He could swear she was supposed to be a maiden. She was- bled during the bedding ceremony when he first fucked her.

But the way she rode his cock was good. Too good. Aegon knew he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Frankly, it was eating him up. She even gave fantastic head! Who the fuck had taught her that? He narrowed his eyes at her, the fellow blonde looking bored at supper.

Aegon took a swig of his wine, eyes dark as he studied her. Maybe if he looked long enough someone would jump up and act jealous. What if she was secret fuckmates with his nephew? Aegon had a vague memory of a sordid rumor regarding Jacaerys Velaryon's horse cock. He would kill himself, truly. He could imagine the letter, “Sorry mother, I couldn’t take that shame, yes I know I live in constant shame, but this was the final straw.”

His sister-wife was staring now. She raised a brow in question. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Aegon grumbled, “Nothing. Just looking. Can’t have a look, alright then.”

She scoffed, “You can look, but you’re looking as if you’re about to eat my face.”

Oh. Aegon blushed in embarrassment. He drank more wine, mumbling a ‘sorry’. He didn’t want to broach the subject at supper. The prince’s damn family was nosy enough as is, he didn’t need Aemond’s big ass nose in his ear. Or one of those frightful looks from Alicent. If Aegon got lectured by Otto or Criston he would consider stabbing himself.

Aegon mulled over what he should do next between bites of mutton. She obviously wasn’t going to the Street of Silk, because that was his domain. Someone would’ve peeped already. He reluctantly knew when Daemon was visiting. Every. Damn. Time. Why would Aegon want to hear about the fuckhead's potency issues?

Mayhaps he should get her on the cusp of orgasm and demand who her secret lover-teacher-whatever was. That seemed sound enough to Aegon. When he was about to nut? One could ask him anything, there would be an answer. The prince smiled enigmatically, laughing to himself.

To which his sister-wife said, “You’re acting strange tonight.”

Aegon cooed, “Sorry, just dreaming a bit.”

Under the table he put a lecherous hand on her thigh, squeezing over her soft dress. His sister blushed and squirmed, fork awkwardly clanking across the plate. The woman hissed, “Okay I get it!” She cleared her throat, ignoring any stares. Aegon smirked and squeezed a bit higher, plump lips splitting into a grin.

Aegon had immediately crowded her smaller frame in the bedroom, plush lips attacking her neck, impatient hands pulling at her dress. She moaned, walking backward into the bed, yelping when Aegon crawled atop. He murmured, “You looked ravishing tonight, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Uh, huh, the clasps you fool,” she groaned.

Aegon huffed, probably tearing the fabric as he separated the back of the dress. She began to shuck the dress off while he awkwardly pulled off his breeches. They giggled a bit making eye contact; Aegon unbuttoning his tunic and her unlacing the corset. Soon they were both naked, grinning and kissing, her soft skin rubbing against his.

Aegon grabbed her thighs, mouthing at a tit and playfully nipping at it. She squeaked, thighs tightening around his waist, throwing long blonde hair back. His wife cried out, “Aegon! Quit playing!” He pulled off her nipple, murmuring between little kisses, “Why, is the princess needy?”

He slipped a ringed finger between her folds, finding her wetter than expected. Aegon dipped into her cunt, laughing, “Ah she is, little whore.” The princess writhed a bit, leaning up to capture his lips, lapping into his mouth hungrily. The prince returned her eager movements, curling his fingers into her pussy, letting her ride his hand.

“Fuck, you’re a doll,” he swore, “Perfect.”

She whined and arched up into him, hips canting on his hand. Aegon used his other hand to play with her sensitive tits, thumb circling around a budded nipple. She shivered and cried his name again, a pretty blush diffusing across her pallid skin. The prince hummed “Are you going to come for me sweetling? So soon?”

“Ngh, please, yes Aegon!”

He sped up his movements, feeling her tighten and twitch, the princess on the precipice. Aegon moaned before gathering himself, his pulsing cock was scrambling relative coherency. As it did. He panted, “Gonna count down and I want you to let go okay? Then I’ll fuck your pretty cunt.”

She nodded with lidded eyes, mouth hung open. The picture of ecstasy. Aegon smirked as he spoke.

…10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

“Oh gods Aegon!”

“Who are you fucking!”

She writhed through the helpless orgasm, confusion evident on her twisting features. Aegon couldn’t help but throb AND be quite annoyed. He slurped the juices off his fingers, leaning back with a look. The prince was feeling sullen and not sure if he wanted to play anymore. His wife stared up at him and echoed “Who…am I fucking. What?”

Aegon pouted. This didn’t go to plan. He rolled his eyes and explained, “You excel, frighteningly so, at our bedroom activities. Yes, yes I know you were still a maiden at our wedding. But I am onto you, I don't know much but I do know about fucking, dearest."

“Are you kidding me? This is ludicrous Aegon!”

She had sat up now, crossing her arms, lips pouty. The prince stated as if it was obvious, “You know your way around a cock. Obviously, this comes with experience. I’ve bedded many a maiden and they usually just stare until you flip them over. So who’s the secret mentor?”

She scoffed in horror, cheeks reddening further, “I can’t believe this Aegon! You’re an idiot! I’m not fucking anyone else! Unlike you!”

“Lies you tell, no spring maiden has gargled my balls!” he accused, face growing equally red in frustration, ringed finger pointing at her.

His sister grew quiet, looking away. She mumbled “Fine. Do you want to know who it is so bad? This stays between us.”

Aegon nodded, impatiently gesturing for her to come out with it. She seemed to grow more uncomfortable. Then spit out a name so low and fast he couldn’t hear. Tonight might be the night he explodes. The prince groaned, “Oh my gods, just say it in a normal tone!”

“Larys Strong!”

What?

He burst into laughter. The prince guffawed, clutching his stomach, shaking with humor. She gaped “What? I’m not lying!” Aegon laughed some more thinking about the foot monger, he’s a bigger virgin than anyone in the keep. He breathlessly chuckled, “Good one, yeah right dear.”

She began to pull on her chemise, annoyed now. Aegon grasped at her thigh, pleading between fits of giggles, “I don’t know why you’re hiding this? I don’t care who you go and find pleasure with. Unless it’s truly Larys. C’monnnn love don’t leave.”

“This isn’t a laughing matter. You’re making up things. What if I’m just good at carnal activities hm Aegon? You're an ass!”

Aegon contemplated the possibility, “Sure, that could be true. Now stop being huffy and come here. I said I’d fuck your pretty pussy.”

She stared down at him before taking her chemise back off. The princess hissed, “You’re a right asshole you know that? You better fuck me good. Prick.”

Aegon laughed again, cheeks hurting from his fit of humor. He maneuvered her onto all fours, sliding his cock against her still-wet folds. He pressed kisses to her shoulder, nosing sweet-smelling hair. He placed a hand on her tight stomach, humming, “I’m sorry dear, I’ll make it better Hm?” He slid in, watching her pretty eyes roll up in her head.

Aegon still wanted to know who his sister was fornicating. She probably was still seeing this person. All he knew was that they resided in the Red Keep and certainly not Larys Strong. The prince had to open his mind to the possibilities of women too. There were many a pretty handmaiden who tended to his wife.

He frowned in thought, sipping his wine. Aegon sat next to his stiff bitch of a brother in the library of all places. Secretly, Aegon hoped the knowledge in the room would give him some magical foresight gift- but not that weird shit Helaena did sometimes.

His wife fucking a handmaiden- that felt too overt. He’d only seen his sister gag and moon over visiting knights and lordlings. Next to Aegon sat his irritated brother. Aemond was quiet, too quiet. He and their sister got along quite well? Aegon's eyes turned to his not-so-little brother.

“Aem.”

“Why are you speaking to me? I’m trying to read.”

“I have a question. That's why, you frozen-faced ass.”

Aemond picked his head up and glared, slamming his book closed. He huffed “What, oh, what, could your drunkenness possibly ask from me? No, I’m not covering your ass again.”

Aegon snorted. His brother was such a frigid quim. He acted like Criston Cole, peacocking around the place, chip on their shoulder. The elder asked “Look. I’ll just be blunt with you. Our sister, my wife. She is merely too good in the sack. Are you fucking her? Is she fucking you?”

Aemond’s jaw audibly clicked in annoyance. He struggled over his tongue, face red. The second son stood up, slamming his hands on the stone. He retreated with a swish of hair and growled, “Buffoon.”

Aegon called after him, “Your behavior has not marked you off my list!”

"Fuck you and your list! Drunkard!!"

Icy little prick. Aegon rolled his eyes, pondering on his next target. Perhaps Jason Lannister? He was wooing any Targaryen princess for his sons. Or possibly Ser Arryk, her sworn shield. Aegon would go to them next. Then maybe do a night check on Aemond’s quarters. His wife was busy with their mother all day anyway. How boring.

Safe to say the prince was still vexed. Jason Lannister laughed in his face and Ser Arryk was extremely confused. He replied in that dumb voice of his, “The princess and I? I’m not that simple your grace. Some of us Kingsguard do take our vows seriously, although I can’t say the same for others.”

He refused to elaborate afterward, Aegon throwing his hands up and moving to the next destination. While walking, he pondered Arryk’s words. Could it be another Kingsguard? Maybe Erryk? Criston had already used up his one allotted Princess fucking and it turned him sour. Erryk would stay on Aegon’s list, the other men too plain ugly or on Dragonstone.

Too annoyed to try any decorum, Aegon simply kicked Aemond’s door open. The younger prince squawked in shock, his hair flying around. Why was there a portrait of Daemon? Why was there another half-finished portrait of Aemond obviously in the same style? Aegon spluttered, “What the fuck? You’re so weird! Daemon? Blech brother!”

Aemond, hair tied back and wearing simple clothes smudged with paint— was positively furious. He hollered, “Get the hell out! I’m not fornicating with our sister! She’s your wife! Say a word of this and I’m making you a Eunuch!”

Aegon was booted out, literally, as in Aemond’s big fucking boot kicked him in the arse.

“Should’ve known. Weirdo,” Aegon grumbled.

He limped back to his quarters, dreadfully needing a sip of wine and someone’s lips around his cock. Today was dreadful. He actually tried to do something. Which trying was rare for him! The prince went to open his door, only to step back when Ser Criston exited.

He raised a brow. Criston looked at him blankly, dark eyes placid. Aegon asked, “What were you doing?” The Kingsguard scoffed, “Your sister was having a fit about a spider, I heard her yowling and killed said spider. Goodnight my prince.”

Aegon glared at the surly marcher, shaking his head and entering the chambers. He immediately went to the table and drank straight from the bottle, deep, deep pulls of relief. The blonde placed it down and sighed, turning towards his bed.

His wife sat there, eyes wide, wearing only her askew shift. Aegon bitched, “Oh. Nice to see you too. Maybe a ‘Hello lord husband, how are you?’ would suffice.”

The Princess’ cheeks were pink. He guessed from the embarrassment of having Ser Criston kill a small bug. Then explained again why Ser Criston had to kill a small bug. She mumbled, “Oh, sorry, I thought you were at the brothels.”

Aegon plopped down in a chair, grabbing the bottle. He whined, “Nope! Been trying to find out who your mystery lover is all day. No one wants to pipe up! I should’ve gone.”

She gazed downwards, biting on swollen lips. The princess stood up on shaky legs, making her way to Aegon and kneeling between his lax thighs. She hummed, tracing a finger up one, feeling the muscle twitch. His sister mused, “Can I take your mind off this mystery lover? You’re much more desirable to me. Don't they say the blood of the dragon reaches out to another?”

“Sure, definitely” he whined again. Aegon would pout this out, it was his specialty. He honestly was hurt, why couldn’t he know their identity? Sure he’d get jealous and probably ban her from seeing them but still! He was sad!

“Am I that unappealing to you?” he whimpered, tears pricking at violet eyes, frustration and self-pity leaking over.

She sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around his midsection. The princess laid her head upon his thigh and cooed, “No. You’re my husband, my blood, we are a union now. That partnership…started because I was afraid you would find me boring. So I wanted to know how to please a man.”

Aegon sulked and sniffled some more, taking another deep drink from his goblet. The familiar fuzz was coming along nicely, patching up his insecurities. But it was nice to hear her admit a smidgeon of truth. She kissed his leg and continued, “Aegon dear, have I not pleased you? It was a transaction between the person and me. They wished to make their identity a secret so as not to catch your wroth. I no longer see them like that. I hate that you’re upset, I did this for you.”

Aegon nodded, feeling a bit better. His sister was good. She easily melted his pouting protocol. The female Targaryen rubbed his thighs and moved her mouth to hover over his clothed cock, eyes looking up as she breathed, “Now baby, just relax and let me make this better, hm?”

He moaned softly as she mouthed over his swelling member, nimble fingers untying his breeches, other hand massaging the soft flesh and meat of his thigh. She eased Aegon’s cock and his sac out, groaning with a flutter of her long lashes. The prince squirmed a bit, breathing heavier, holding off a whine.

“Just you and me, sweet baby.”

She was increasingly convincing kitten licking the ruddy head of his prick like that. The girl’s dainty hand wrapped around his length, the other going to hold his balls, keeping them nice and compressed. Aegon’s back arched when she eased him into a silky wet mouth, tongue massaging the underside as his wife hollowed her mouth.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

Aegon responded with a noise he’d rather not dwell on. It was very…emasculating. Gods, she was so good at this. He needed to get over his qualms and just fuck her so good the princess wouldn't stray again. Good and obedient- all for Aegon. He eased her off gently, demanding, "Lay across the bed. Now."

Wide purple eyes stared at him. She murmured, "What? I- I don't need that, let me take care of you."

Aegon shook his head, grinning, the drink emboldening him. Something about Arbor Red made him impossibly aroused and giddy. He jerked his chin toward the plush bed and laughed. His sister got up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She padded and leaned her body over the bed, long legs spread, chemise discarded to display her swollen cunt to him.

Aegon pulled off his breeches as he stalked over, eyes drinking in her pussy. He smacked a hand across her ass and grabbed the stinging flesh. He asked roughly "Did your mystery lover sneak out the servant's exit when Ser Criston heard your yowling?"

"Yes, yes! Sorry, fucking yes!" she shouted.

Aegon's face darkened at her puffy and slick cunt, obvious signs of someone having a feast down there. He ran the blunt tip of his swollen cock across her folds, groaning as he smacked her clit. The prince snapped "You're a goddamn lying slut you know that? A match made in heaven with me huh? Did Ser Criston walk in when you were getting your cunt licked?" He wound a fist in her blonde tresses, pulling it tight.

She shivered and shook her head, whining, "N-ohh, he didn't see!"

"Hm, sure, probably took a peak, the weird bitch. Whatever, I guess I'll have to fuck this person out of your mind? Or you're coming with me to the brothels sister dearest."

He slid into her tight hole, gasping at the ridges and warmth. Aegon tightened the fist in her hair. Maybe he'd fuck a babe in her tonight, then she'd be stuck in his quarters surrounded by maesters and tittering handmaidens. Eugh. Aegon huffed and fucked her at a brisk pace, his other hand smacking her ass every other thrust.

His sister-wife moaned, taking his cock like she was made for it. She fucked back onto him, back arched, tits bouncing. Her cheeks were delightfully flushed as she panted Aegon's name, eyes wet and wide. Aegon leaned over her form and growled, "Don't know who this fucker is but I will find out. He better know whose cunt this is, eh? Shout it, tell the whole goddamn keep who you belong to, sister."

Aegon relished in her little whimper, his fingers pinching her clit as he forced her hips up to drive into her good spot harder. He bit and lapped at her neck, hissing, "C'mon and say it or I'll lock your ass up here with no visitors. Just me and I'll get my fill, fucking snake." She blubbered, seizing around his cock a hair.

"Oh gods, please don't make me howl like that, Aegon, please!"

He fucked the princess rougher, holding her gaze with a tight grip around her chin. She bit her lip, eyes mournful before shouting, "Only you Aegon, I belong to you, yes big brother! Yes! I belong to my husband!"

Aegon grinned like the cat that got the cream. He cooed, "Good little sister, knew you still had it in you." He gripped her throat and refocused on fucking her until she cried. Aegon pinched and licked, played with her tits, circled her clit until she came all over him- yet the prince was still fit to go. Sweet sister was a mess now- covered in bites and hickeys, sweaty hair plastered to her neck. The younger blonde whimpered, "Aeg- Aegon, I- I can't possibly do this again!"

Her eyes were frantic, her cute body shaking and coming apart wondrously. Aegon hummed, "You will come for me again sweetling. I know you can, just whining on my prick like you were paid for it? Does he fuck you like this huh? Make you see stars?"

"N-noooo, only you!"

"Good girl, come on now, wanna feel that sweet pussy of yours cream around me one more time. Then I'll fill you up deep- maybe he won't come around when you are all ripe with," he punctuated his next words with thrusts, "My. Goddamn. Child."

The princess wailed softly, overused and overstimulated. She felt the crest of another burning orgasm flaring up and forcing red hot tears down her blotchy cheeks. It was intense and she cried harder when Aegon's thick seed stuffed her twitching cunt and womb to the brim. He seemed to be satisfied now, cooing at her, "There we go, ffuck, that's my sweet girl. See, don't need anyone else around now hm?"

Aegon wiped her gorgeous tears, smiling victoriously. She cuddled into his arms, letting her husband soothe and stroke her trembling flesh. He even hollered for a servant to grab some water. The prince murmured, "You did so good, such a good wife, yes, maybe just a bit of punishment does sweet sister well." He grew quieter and pressed a kiss to her soft forehead, "I love you, truly, for tolerating a failure like me."

She smiled softly and pecked Aegon's full lips, her own swollen from tonight. Aegon wiped her tears as she sighed, "I love you too Aegon. Buffoon you may be. I hope the seed takes. No more about mystery lovers. The whole keep has heard now sweetheart."

Aegon smirked, hoping every single soul heard.

One soul in particular did, his black gloves tightening in annoyance. He was down the hall before turning back and having to hear the heir...rudely fuck his sister-wife. With a growl and swish of the cloak, the true mystery lover was gone. She'd be back in his arms sooner or later. Aegon couldn't fuck him out of her soft heart.

[bruhstories]

blind

summary: after four years of being ignored and abused, y/n decides to teach aegon a lesson OR how aegon actually becomes king

pairing: aegon targaryen x lannister!reader (aged up, ofc)

warning & content: canon divergent, aegon is a piece of shit, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), bit of degradation (if you squint), a lot of manipulation, fem bodied reader

wc: ~4.5k

a/n: i have no words for this. i am a slut and i embrace it. not edited because we die like men

Every time Aegon took another of Y/N's maids to bed, a part of the her heart crumbled to dust. He was simply not interested in her, despite once being good friends. And it wasn't as if she could play the same game, no. Y/N had to patiently wait for her husband to drunkenly stumble back into his chamber, falling onto the bed into a deep slumber until his mother would wake him up with a slap and a string of insults.

Y/N could not possibly fool around with other men without the realm finding out. She could not run away to Essos, nor could she change Aegon. He was far too irredeemable.

Alicent, however, was great with her. She made sure to treat Y/N with respect, to listen to her complaints. No matter how loving and caring Y/N tried to be, Aegon did not want her, which was a problem, because she hadn't given him an heir in four years. After their wedding, Aegon was too intoxicated to perform in bed, barely taking her maidenhead before passing out, leaving Y/N awake and distraught at what her life had become.

Whenever her husband was away, she would spend her time either reading in the Red Keep's library, or listening to Helaena's strange, yet intriguing dreams, or stroll through the gardens. Y/N liked Helaena. She was soft and sweet, and loved by everyone in King's Landing, despite her awkwardness and timidity. Y/N tried to be like her, to be kind and gentle, but her Lannister nature unfortunately made her vain and selfish, and it was taking a lot of willpower to mask it.

So, she decided to be exactly that — vain and selfish.

On Aegon's twentieth name day, a tourney was held, with knights from all around Westeros entertaining King Viserys' first-born son. Although Aegon himself wasn't much of a fighter, he enjoyed watching the men compete, and eventually fight each other to the death. And if the wine in his cup was sweet, and the maidens pretty, he could not ask for more.

"Where is your lady wife?" Otto scoffed at Aegon's disinterest in Y/N and interest in the wine he had accidentally spilled.

"How should I know? Shit, this was good wine!" The Targaryen smacked his lips in annoyance, only to feel his grandfather's hand tightly around his shoulder.

"Don't make me slap you in front of everyone, boy. You should be grateful Y/N married you. Who else would want a miserable, pathetic excuse of a man such as yourself?" Otto's words were harsh and they cut deep, but Aegon stopped caring a long time ago.

"You find her, then. In fact, I am thrilled she didn't come. She would embarrass me, sitting down, looking like a septa." The Targaryen scoffed, releasing his shoulder from Otto's grip, focusing on his tourney.

Alicent watched the scene between her father and her son unfold, and after exchanging looks with Otto, she knew exactly what was going on. Nothing she could do would change Aegon. She got up, straightening her green dress, and as she turned on her heels, she was faced with Y/N.

"My lady." She bowed in front of her mother-in-law. "My apologies for being late. I couldn't find something appropriate to wear for such an important day."

"Nonsense, you are beautiful wearing anything." Alicent complimented her.

"As are you." Y/N smiled before making her way to the empty seat next to Aegon.

She offered him no words, no curtsy, no smiles, instead giving her favour to Ser Criston Cole. It was then when Aegon noticed the corset around her waist was tight, and her dress was red and gold, the colours of her house. For a moment he thought he maybe drank too much, for he rarely saw Y/N wearing something so bright and bold, and when she sat down, he could see how low the cut of her cleavage was.

"How long have you been hiding those tits from me?" Aegon whispered in her ear, his breath reeking of wine.

"They were always there, you just did not bother to look, lord husband." Y/N beamed and waved at Ser Criston, but her voice lacked the warmth of her smile.

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes at her response. Only because she had decided to wear a tighter dress did not mean she was good enough for someone like him. Not that the servants or the whores he slept with were, but they were easy. They would never say no, they would not complain, and they would most certainly not talk back in such a disrespectful manner.

Indeed, it was Aegon's fault for not paying his wife more attention. To give her credit, she tried her best to show him affection, to care for him when he was too drunk to even stand, and to even defend him in front of his family. But Aegon never took the time to appreciate all of that because, like his grandfather put it, he was a pathetic excuse of a man.

When the tourney ended and he stumbled into his chamber, Aegon couldn't find his wife. Normally she would be there, waiting for him, helping him undress, despite him calling her all sorts of names in his drunken state. But that night, she wasn't there. His mind went blamk and he fell asleep, half-dressed, with stains of wine all over his chin, and his hair a knotted mess.

And when he woke up, she still wasn't there.

Aegon's head was hurting, regretting the decision of drinking so much the other day, and he lazily and clumsily managed to get dressed in clean clothes. When he looked in the mirror, he was disgusted by his own reflection for the first time in four years. Every night, every single night since he had been married, Y/N washed him and brushed his hair before bed, and without her he looked like an imbecile. Perhaps his grandfather was right — who else would willingly marry him when he couldn't even dress himself?

The Red Keep was particularly cold that morning —or perhaps it was him who was cold — and Aegon made his way down the stairs towards the kitchens, only to be stopped by the sound of laughter. He turned on his heels, taking a left instead of a right, and followed the melodious voice that seemed vaguely familiar. The Targaryen found himself in front of the dining hall, and the guards stepped beside the doors to allow Aegon to enter. Confused, he stared at the people gathered around the table — his siblings, his mother, his grandfather, and his wife.

"Finally!" Alicent waved at the maids to bring more food and mead.

"Uh, what is happening?" His ears were ringing, his temples burning. Aegon sat down next to his wife, and again, she was not dressed in her usual garments, but a pale green dress, with golden earrings and rings. She rarely wore rings, he thought.

"Your lady wife had the beautiful idea of breaking fast together this morning." Otto poked the sausage on his plate with a silver fork.

"Has she now? And where was my lady wife last night?" Aegon's eyes darted towards Y/N, watching her gingerly cut a piece of meat.

"In my chambers." She simply answered before chewing her food.

"Since when do you sleep in your fucking chambers?"

"Aegon!" Alicent slammed her cutlery on the table.

"Since last night." Came her response, bored and indifferent.

"To see, you must close your eyes." Helaena whispered. "To win, you must lose."

"Aemond, tell your wife to stop talking in riddles. My head is aching." Aegon devoured a piece of bread, helping it slide down with mead.

"Or, you could go back to your chambers." Aemond suggested, holding his Helaena's hand in his.

Aegon shrugged, already tired of everyone around him. He silently ate his food, considering his brother's idea of going back to bed, until his eyes landed on one of the maids, and her figure. He closed his eyes, imagining what she looked like under the dress, but all he could see was the silhouette of his wife. The Targaryen shook his head — clearly he had drank too much at the tourney, and the mead did not help.

"Y/N, thank you for the wonderful idea of eating together." Alicent got up. "If you will excuse me, I shall go see the King. But we must do this more often!"

"And next time tell me so I don't come." Aegon snorted, proud of his harsh words. He watched his wife get up, and instinctively, he wanted to ask her where she was going, however he resorted to sneering at her.

"Why do you think I haven't told you this time?" Y/N smiled before excusing herself, and even Aemond chuckled at how she barked back at her husband.

Aegon waited for the doors to close behind his wife before slamming his fist onto the table, startling Helaena. Not even the gods could understand how much hatred he held for her.

"What is her problem?" He asked, expecting his grandfather and his brother to side with him.

"You are her problem, you buffoon." Aemond got up, offering his hand to his wife. "Come."

Aegon watched how his sister looked at Aemond with so much love in her eyes, and how his brother gently held Helaena's hand every time they were together, despite how aloof Aemond normally was. Was that what Y/N wanted? To have him hold her in his arms? To whisper sweet nothings in her ear? How could he do that when now she stopped sharing his chamber? Of course it was her own fault for the treatment she received.

Weeks went by after the tourney, days spent drowning in wine and ale, but something changed — Aegon's cock wasn't buried in some whore's cunt. He tried. By the gods, he went to brothels as often as he could, but the women there just did not appease him anymore. If he closed his eyes, he would see his wife, and if he held them open, he would think of his wife.

Aegon hadn't seen her in days, and when he did, she would be busy — sewing, reading, sleeping, riding horses, taking baths, anything to keep him at away. He finally understood what it meant to be wed to a Lannister, because every time he would ask Y/N what she wanted from him, she would reply with incredulous requests — the finest Myrish laces, the sweetest wine from Pentos, the greenest emeralds from Lys. Aegon truly believed her, and complied, only to find out Y/N requested such gifts to spite him, to give him a taste of his own medicine — because if she wasn't good enough for him, then he wasn't going to be good enough for her.

It drove him mad that she wasn't there to take care of him anymore, that he had to rely on maids who did not know what he needed. Y/N knew exactly which clothes to pick for him, how hot he liked his bathwater, which foods he ate after drinking too much. Without her, he was incomplete and incompetent.

Was that what Helaena meant when she said to win, he must lose? Had he lost his wife? Aegon did not truly know happiness, not since his mother and grandfather filled his head with ideas that he was a threat to Princess Rhaenyra, that he should've been named Viserys' heir to the throne. He did not want the crown, he had no desire to be king, and perhaps he would've loved his wife if there wasn't so much pressure and weight on his shoulders.

There were moments when Aegon wished he could trade places with Aemond. His younger brother was by far better suited to rule, but he had the misfortune of being born first. If only he was the second son, things would've been different.

Aegon was sat on his bed, toying with the blade of his sword. He didn't deserve Blackfyre, didn't deserve to be named after Aegon the Conqueror, and he didn't deserve his wife.

His wife.

Lately she was all he would be thinking about. How she scrunched her nose whenever she saw him, and roll her eyes when he said something ridiculously stupid, how beautiful she looked on his name day, and how she would tuck her hair behind her ear when reading under the weirwood tree.

It took him four years to realise this, but Aegon was undoubtedly and irrevocably in love with his wife.

The Prince jumped out of his bed, opened the tall, wooden doors of his chamber, and ordered his servants to fetch his wife. He needed to see her to confirm his feelings, and while he waited, he paced up and down his room, like a pup, eager to see its master.

When the door creaked, his heart jumped out of his chest, watching his wife walk inside. She had a stern look on her face, but she was beautiful nonetheless.

"You wished to see me, lord husband?" Y/N straightened her silk robe.

"Do you love me?" His question was as sharp as his blade, and it cut right through her facade.

"I am wed to you." She answered, avoiding a clear yes or no.

"A political marriage, we both know that. What I am asking is if you love me or not." Aegon closed the gap between them, his hands holding her by the shoulders.

"I..." Y/N trailed off, eyes avoiding his gaze. "Used to."

He let her go, his hands falling down to his sides. Not the answer he was hoping for, but she wasn't done talking.

"I've known you since we were children, Aegon. I married you out of love, not politics." She bit into her lower lip, bringing her arms across her chest.

"Then what changed?" His tone was desperate.

"You cannot be serious. What changed? You mistreated me, disrespected me, insulted me! I did not stand by your side for four years out of duty, husband, but because I hoped and prayed you would change!" Y/N shook her head. "I washed you, dressed you, fed you, yet you never once said thank you. I am not your servant, Aegon, I am your wife."

"You are right." He agreed, his head hanging low and humble. "You are right, you are my wife. I cannot change the past, Y/N, so tell me what I can do to fix this."

She pondered with her index finger pressed on her lips before lifting Aegon's chin up.

"Make me your queen."

Her voice was as sweet as honey, her fingers ghosting over his collarbone.

"I don't want to be king." Aegon was tired of repeating that sentence so many times.

"But you want to be loved. Not just by me, but by the people." The words were seductive, and so was his wife. With each sentence, she slid the robe past her shoulders. "You want them to chant your name. You want them to bow down to you." She kissed his hand. "You want them to swear loyalty to you, my king."

"Careful, your words mean treason." His fingers trailed down her arm, gripping her wrist and bringing her hand to his bulge, urging her to palm his cock.

"Will you have me imprisoned? Bound and gagged?" Y/N licked her lips, the idea exciting her. "I am loyal to no one but you."

"Shit." Aegon threw his head back, enjoying the way she touched him. Not even the whores could be so enchanting. Clearly, he had been a fool all these years. "You really want me to be king? Or are you following your own ambitions?"

"A little bit of both." She allowed her nightgown to pool at her feet, exposing herself to her husband. "Right now, however, I want you to fuck me, Aegon."

"You really are something else." A smirk crept on his lips, his fingers pinching her nipples. The whimper that escape her lips made a shiver run down Aegon's spine, only arousing him more.

Whores pushed their luck and maids were terrified of him, but Y/N was exquisite. He allowed her to be in control when she dragged him towards the bed, pushing him onto the soft sheets. Aegon hastily removed his clothes, but not before burying his face between her tits.

"Fuck, Aegon-" Her breath hitched when his hand snaked between her thighs, fingers slipping past her folds.

"So wet." He mumbled into her skin. "You want my cock?"

"Gods, yes!" She whined when he removed his fingers.

"Show me, then. Show me how much you want it, how much you want me."

Y/N fell down her knees, her tongue poking out her hungry mouth. She had heard Aegon talk in his sleep about how he wanted his cock sucked, and she couldn't deny her own morbid curiosity. Hesitant yet inquisitive, she dragged her tongue up his shaft, tasting the salty droplets of leaking precum.

"Don't be shy." He groaned whenever he felt her hot lips on his cock. "Suck."

She did not need to be told twice, eagerly opening her mouth and taking in as much as she could. Aegon was big. Not that she had seen many cocks before, but she couldn't imagine they were all so thick, and she struggled to breathe when she could feel the tip in the back of her throat. The sudden feeling of asphyxiation brought tears to her eyes, but in a sick twist, it also brought her pleasure.

"You want to be a queen but you're really just a whore." Aegon's words were perverse, and they should have made her feel disgusted, yet they had the opposite effect on her. The kind of effect that left her skin dotted with goosebumps, and her cunt aching.

Y/N couldn't answer back, not when her mouth was full of him — and she did not want to answer, anyway. It took Aegon four years to finally see her sacrifices to, and her love for him. She couldn't possibly spoil that moment. It did not help that the more she sucked, the more she enjoyed it, and Aegon knew that very well from the way she moaned and rolled her eyes back.

That was just a taste of what she could give him, and a part of Aegon regretted not having that conversation earlier in his marriage, had he known it would end with his cock down his wife's throat. Y/N pulled back in desperate need for air, wondering if this is what her husband was doing on the Street of Silk every night he was away, but she did not have enough time to give herself an answer.

"Come here." Aegon offered Y/N his hand, and reluctantly, she took it, helping herself stand. Never has he been so gentle to her, but his kindness soon came to an end when the Prince slammed his wife onto his bed. Her reaction wasn't to scream, or protest, but to pull Aegon closer to her, his body hovering over hers.

"My lord husband," She whispered, her lips ghosting over his, "I know you do not wish this responsibility, but the burden is not just yours to bear. You did not marry me as your equal, but I equally and willingly share your duty. You are not alone."

"I know." Aegon's hand found its way between her legs again, his thumb rubbing circles against her sensitive bud. He never took pleasure in pleasing women, but something snapped inside the Prince. His wife was not just any woman, but his future queen. "I know, and I was blinded by my own thoughts. But not anymore." He kissed her neck, dragging his tongue down her skin, between her tits.

"Aegon..." She mewled, fingers raking through his silver locks. "Aegon, please..."

"What is it, my queen?" He sneered against her skin, unwilling to give her what she desired just yet.

"Don't make me beg." Her back arched when she felt two of his fingers slip past her folds yet again. "I already t-told you what I want."

"Say it again." The Prince demanded, and whatever Aegon wants, he gets.

"Shit-" Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, praying to the Seven Gods that the guards couldn't hear the wicked words that would come out of her and Aegon's mouths. "Want you, m-my king! N-need you... I've always needed y-you!" Her voice went up an octave, cracking and breaking like the most fragile stained glass in all of Westeros.

"Fuck." Aegon whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin. "Do you really love me?"

"I do! I do, I do, I do!" She cried out the more his fingers toyed with her needy cunt. He removed them when he felt her spongy walls tighten, and when she gasped, Aegon did the unthinkable. "Taste yourself  then, if you love me." His fingertips smeared her slick all over her lips, and without hesitation, she sucked his fingers clean.

Her eagerness to please left the Prince in awe, because never has a woman so willingly allow herself to be degraded by him. All the humiliation he instilled in maids was by force, and whores did unspeakable acts for a coin. He would know that all too well. Y/N looked up at Aegon with doe eyes, seemingly innocent, but the way she squeezed her thighs together for much needed friction betrayed her.

"Do not worry, my lady wife." He cooed at her, his soft voice in complete contrast to the predatory gaze in his eyes. "I am a merciful king, I shall grant you what you so desperately desire." Aegon's much broader frame hovered over hers. "Open."

Y/N complied hastily, obediently spreading her legs for her king, lacking any shred of dignity. She had been shy on her wedding night, pulling the bed sheets over her body trying to cover herself, but not anymore. Aegon pushed his cock between her folds painstakingly slowly, as if to test the waters. Although he took her maidenhead four years ago, he hadn't laid with her since. And it did hurt, for a short while — the pain turned into discomfort, and discomfort into pleasure.

"Harder, faster! Please!" She squirmed under him, hands roaming all over his back and arms, fingernails digging into his skin. Aegon wasn't the kind of man who took orders from others, everyone in the realm knew that, but he gladly took that order, thrusting into her with ferocity and anger. Anger, because he had been so blind for so long.

"Whore." He mumbled, still trying to blame his wife for his own demons. His silver locks fell over his face, and she pushed them out of the way to gaze into his violet eyes. "My whore." Aegon kissed her, teeth sinking into her lower lip. "Say it. Say you're mine."

"Oh, gods!" Y/N arched her back before wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'm yours, Aegon! Your whore, your wife, your queen!" She pulled him closer, until she could feel his chest pressing onto hers.

His frantic thrusts became quicker, harsher, until all his vision blurred from the bliss. She was close, he knew that from the way her walls clenched around his cock and how she gripped the white sheets, chanting his name like a prayer. His grunts were louder, and so were her moans, until the room fell silent, his seed filling her up. They stayed like that for some time, his heavy body collapsed onto hers, the silence interrupted only by his chuckles.

"What?" She was intrigued by his juvenile laughter, her fingers twirling his hair.

"Nothing." Aegon kissed her chin, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

"Must I ignore you for a moon before you talk to me?" A smile crept on her lips.

"Heavens, no!" His body tensed under her touch as he propped himself on his elbow to look at her, his other hand resting on the plush of her hips. "I was just thinking about how bitter the wine tasted when you weren't there for me. So bitter I could not bring myself to drink it today."

"Aegon..." Y/N sighed, almost feeling sorry for her husband, however, he deserved it. He deserved to feel what she had felt, to understand how dark and sorrowful her days had been.

"I will be king, and all of Westeros will bend the knee to me, to us." He laid his head on her chest, the sound of her beating heart loud against his ear. "Just... love me." Aegon's embrace was needy, searching for her approval, her acceptance, as he fell asleep. He couldn't see the lack of emotion on her face, the indifference in her eyes when she professed her love to him right before his eyes closed, chest rising and falling.

She knew all too well Aegon was still Aegon, and that he would perhaps still fuck up every once in a while, infuriating his mother and grandfather, even after taking the crown. But all of that did not matter.

There was a reason she agreed to wed him, and it was not love. It never has been.

"The Lannisters send their regards."

[drachonia]

𝐟 𝐢 𝐫 𝐞 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐢 𝐜 𝐞 .

Leonardo x OC insert (Julliet)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i've had this sitting in my WIP folder for like..well over a year. decided on a whim to finish it, thanks to @valkyyriia and @natimiles for the encouragement! i appreciate you both very much. i hope you both like this little fic of the boy. <33

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fictional interpretation of a historical figure (ikemen vampire), drac's weird little ideas, william jumpscare at the end.

Parties were never really his favorite, at least aside from the wine and the numerous opportunities to observe something interesting. The young man with ash brown hair drew out a small bit of charcoal and glanced around the room from his place against the wall, eyes scanning the ballroom for a subject to study.

He briefly contemplated sketching one of the pillars to the edges of the staircase scanning from the ceiling to floor. Once amber eyes reached the bottom, they locked with a pair of contrasting burgundy hues that reminded Leo vaguely of blood, cliché as that sounded to him. His lips quirked up as the wide-eyed maiden seemed to start at the realization he was staring at her. Fingers gripped the charcoal as he started to sketch her features, quickly managing to get down the softness of her jawline and the sharp curve of her brows before moving to the intense eyes and looking back up again only to see she vanished from the base of that pillar. His ever-present heartbeat stuttered for a moment, brows furrowing as he glanced around for where she may have gone.

“Are you looking for someone?” A soft voice reached his ears, turning his head to meet those same eyes again, but this time much clearer and closer, “You know it’s impolite to stare. Especially without introducing oneself.” She tucked her boyish fringe behind one ear, a teasing smile on her lips as she curtsied to him, “My name is Julliet, what’s yours?” She looked up to the young vampire, a grin on her lips as her own fangs showed the slightest bit. He hadn’t seen her before now. Was she a new vampire? Just someone he hadn’t paid any mind to? No matter, he was finally close enough to get a proper look at those eyes.

“Leonardo.” He grasped her hand, lifting it and pressing a kiss to the back of it with a smile even he didn’t think he could give. Fingertips brushed hers as he drew back, feeling a faint crackle of nerves. What was this? Who was she? What exactly brought about so much curiosity toward her? Maybe it was because she was an unknown to him, but he could practically taste the freedom she exuded on the tip of his tongue when he breathed in. She gave off a fresh scent, noticeable but not overpowering, like rosehip or sage.

“Well, Leonardo, what are you drawing?” She peered in to look at what he’d been scratching out, only to freeze for a moment, “Is that..?” Her bright eyes glanced up to meet his and felt the blush creeping up his neck to his ears, ready to retort and make an excuse before she quieted his thoughts with a happy smile and a gentle giggle. Leaning on his arm she reached her hand out a breath from his sketchbook, careful not to touch his work.

“It’s so well-done…how did you do all of that so fast? You only looked at me for a few seconds!” Her eyes shimmered in wonder as he chuckled lightly at her pure-hearted admiration. He glanced down at her other hand where it rested on his forearm, supporting her from falling into his side. For the first time, Leonardo noticed how small another’s hands could be next to his own. Briefly he wondered to himself if he could capture the feeling in a drawing or figure a way to better remember it in this irritatingly eternal existence of his.

And he thought, only for a moment, Wouldn’t it be wonderful if she would be mine?

The thought itself caught him by surprise as he returned to his senses, rubbing a hand over his mouth to soothe the sudden ache in his fangs.

Just then, he heard a call across the room, “Giulietta!” He almost jolted at how much the timbre reminded him of his father. A man who resembled the young woman at his side climbed the stairs across the hall from them. He felt her stiffen at his side, “I-I should go before my father sees me.”

“Do you make it a habit to hang around unsuspecting men?” He teased her lightly, “The scandal..!” That light smack to his bicep was every bit deserved.

“Never! You’re the first I’ve gotten curious enough of.” She muttered low to herself, but loud enough that he heard, a boyish grin stretching across his face as he opened his mouth to tease her.

“Giulietta!”

She shrunk away from him, “I should go…”

“Do you think we’ll get the chance to meet again?” The words practically pushed past his lips before he could stop them, not that he would have bothered.

“Maybe.” She seemed to like the idea from the bright smile that lifted her rosy cheeks. Giving a sheepish smile as she darted off to the call from her father

“Giulietta di Cappelletti!”

“Yes, father!”

The name was one he was vaguely familiar with, it wasn’t a family his parents held a high opinion of. He knew as much as he leaned on the railing and continued to polish her portrait. Strange, the name she had given him wasn’t something he was familiar with, but the one his father called was very much Italian.

“Julliet.” He mused, brushing his thumb over the page to mimic the flush on her cheeks in monotone.

In the darker part of the corridor, a young man scratched out his own notes, having been watching like a spectator at a theatre. And the titular words he scribbled with a flourish at the top of his parchment were ‘Romeo & Juliet.’

lace headers by saradika.

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // twenty-nine

| @izayoichan | @maladi777

next / previous / beginning

ASTER: So then I said, what do you mean it doesn’t fit? An ogre’s only got three toes! ELDEWYN: You have such a gift for storytelling! Truly charming! ASTER: Just wait till you hear me sing! LUCIEN: Oh, can we?! ASTER: Most certainly! KYRIE: clears throat ASTER: Ah, right, right. Maybe after dinner! And I expect there’s still dessert to be had. ELDEWYN: Of course! What sort of dinner party would it be with no dessert? ASTER: And more wine! ELDEWYN: It sweetens the conversation! INDRYR: I’m afraid you’ll put our dear bard into an early grave. ASTER: Don’t listen to him, my good sir. I’m very well practiced. ELDEWYN: Ahaha, but I wouldn’t want to dampen your chances in the games. It’s important to stay focused, you know. When is the next trial, Your Grace? KYRIE: Just three days from now, my lord. ELDEWYN: Very good. Not to rush you, of course. I expect it’s been quite the challenge conducting for the first time. I was curious how you might go about it. Your sister took to it like bees on honey. A profoundly optimistic and delightful maiden, Her Grace is. A shame she’s away this year. INDRYR: I would think someone so gentle might be ill-suited to run the trials. Considering the combative nature of them. ELDEWYN: Well, certainly the trials have been more brutish in the past… But that’s hardly the case now, isn’t that right, Your Highness? LUCIEN: My mother lobbied for a more humanitarian structure. I think we can all agree the trials are more enjoyable without any bloodshed. ELDEWYN: It’s true the games are still enjoyable, but there was something to be said about such high stakes. These past few ceremonies haven’t had the same sort of enthusiasm. At least, one might expect the Chosen to be far more invested when their lives depend on it! But that’s all in the past now. INDRYR: You sound almost nostalgic. ELDEWYN: Oh, think nothing of it. Those were different times. ASTER: Well lucky us we came when we did, hm? LUCIEN: Bloodsport was abolished before I was even born! ELDEWYN: Yes, nearly twenty years ago, I think it was. There was some dreadful business around then, and the Keran Queen— Lucien’s sweet mother— threatened to withdraw her financial support if the Church did not reform. After decades of shouting about it, they finally banned it once and for all! INDRYR: Then, there were others that wished the rules changed? ELDEWYN: Oh yes, there were some here at home that made such a fuss, but it was tradition, you know. ASTER: Ah, the wine is just delicious, my lord! ELDEWYN: I’m so glad you appreciate it! One of my favorites. INDRYR: That dreadful business you mentioned… ASTER: I’m sure that’s a story! ELDEWYN: Eh… yes, well… It was unfortunate. ASTER: Come now, my lord, we’re all shivering in anticipation! Good wine deserves a good story. A real sordid tale, eh?

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I love how you write Swiss & Dew & the waythey like to play pretty rough and mean but i am sooo convinced they have another side to them. Like, ok. Hear me out?

Dew feels worn out one hotel night & asks Swiss to treat him gently? Swiss can /totally/ manage that. Except, whenever that happens the pair of idiots (affectionate) end up "making love" in the most classical & then being shy about it the next day. Like, Swiss will destroy Dew emotionally & physically then in the morning it's as if nothing happend but one (1) night of eyecontact, missionarry, & pillow talk they turn into a pair of blushing maidens when their hands meet as they reach for the orange juice at the same time during breakfast.

Am i waaaay off base here? Does Swiss only specialise in the rough stuff?? Idk. i love them either way your honour.

Thank you so much! I'm hardly the first or only person to be writing them like this but I will admit it's so fun to write Swiss being an absolute bastard (positive) and Dew being angry about how much he enjoys it when that happens.

I am also one hundred percent a soft Swiss truther. I fully believe he wields different personas depending on the mood he's in. Why deny anything that gets him off, gets his packmates off? I adore your idea, so I'll share one of my own in return.

Order in the court!

Something gets mixed up, maybe a room is out of order for maintenance but the hotel is packed and no one's exactly willing to sleep on the floor. Dew and Swiss are put into the only room left: the hotel's honeymoon suite and Swiss gets a look in his eye that makes the hair on the back of Dew's neck stand up.

"Gimme the suitcases, honey." He drawls. "I don't want you tiring yourself out before I get my hands on you." He winks at the clerk. "Signed the papers right before we left but, y'know. No privacy on a bus. This works out great."

"Congratulations!" She beams. "Please let me know if you need anything!"

"Got everything I need right here," Swiss murmurs, staring dreamily at Dew, who is staring resolutely at the wall, face aflame.

The room isn't as bad as Dew thinks it is. Sure, the bed and the hot tub are heart shaped and there's a mirror on the ceiling but it comes with wine and chocolates that Swiss insists on getting into. A bath is run, Swiss dotes on Dew. But Dew can't shake the weird, squirmy feeling in his gut the whole ordeal gives him. Does he like being treated so soft, so gentle? He doesn't really know how to react to it, especially from Swiss.

They towel off and hit the sheets. Dew probably makes the first move just to distract himself from what's going on in his head and Swiss lets him. Keeps his hands on Dew's hips as they kiss and rock their hips together until Dew's a shivery, whining mess. At which point Swiss rolls them over, gets his hand around Dew's dick and whispers into his ear how he's gonna make him knot, get the little bulge of it all reddened and raw before Swiss will fuck him, watch his cock spurt out cum with every slow, gentle thrust deep into his little body. He's going to make Dew feel so good.

"Will you let me do it?" He murmurs. "Pretend it's your first time? Will you let me pop that sweet little cherry of yours?"

He squeezes around the base of Dew's cock so Dew can fully grasp what he means by that.

And Dew?

Dew makes the mistake of saying yes.

(It's the best and most confusing orgasm of his entire existence.)

(Everyone jeers at them when they're all on the bus the next morning. Someone twists aluminum foil into wedding rings but then everybody wants one and the next superstore they pass they demand a stupid sheet cake to celebrate "their" wedding.)

(There is absolutely a frosting fight.)

[nerys-nerie]

Dragonfly

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

You’re Princess Helaena’s handmaiden but you harbor secret feelings for her. Little do you know she does too.

Warnings: Aegon is his own warning, mentions of marital r*pe (it’s not really mentioned but sort of alluded to), smut, fingering, cunnilingus (Helaena receiving), and thigh riding

If you’re not interested in that don’t read, thank you.

I think I got all the grammatical mistakes, but correct me if I’m wrong.

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You stared as Aegon, your lady’s brother husband, downed another goblet of wine in front of his sister wife. Helaena just stared off into the distance as you stood behind her to her left in case she needed her cup filled again. She never did.

You never quite understood why Alicent thought it would be smart to make them have dinner together. They never got along, or talked for that matter.

You inched forward to your lady’s ear. “My Princess, I do believe you have that early tea with…”

“Lady Redwyne’s daughter.” The princess finished. “Oh, how could I forget.” Her nose was slightly brushing your cheek now.

She smelled lovely, you would know, you put her bath salts in the tub yourself. You never stayed to bathe her, you got someone else to do it. You feared you may cross a line if you were able to touch her naked skin.

You are her handmaiden. Obviously. You have been her handmaiden since you were ten and six. She was the same age as you when you met.

Your Princess did not even say goodbye to her lousy excuse for a husband as she moved. Helaena had stood up quietly and made her way to the door with you trailing behind her. You quickly walked in front of her to open the door for the princess.

“Thank you.” She said softly with a small smile.

You could not help the swarm of butterflies that entered your stomach. ‘She’s so polite.’ You thought.

Then again if she smacked you and called you worthless scum, which she would never do, you would thank her graciously.

Helaena was the one good thing in this world, and you tried your very best to protect her. You loved her bugs, her random words, her smile (on the rare occasions she was happy), her smell, her hair, and her lips. Everything about her seemed to intoxicate you. Even the way she breathed had you on the edge of your seat.

That’s exactly why you hated Aegon. When Aegon would come to her when he was drunk she always became a shell of herself the next day. She didn’t deserve that, no one did.

You would always be so gentle with braiding her hair with extra compliments those days. You gently messaged her shoulders and neck too. It always made her relax into the chair and breathe easier.

Helaena was always kind to you. She would show you her favorite bug. The beetle. A golden one at that. It only lived two months, but she wanted to show it to you every day. It always made your cheeks warm.

She even gave you special handmaiden clothes, so everyone would know you were her handmaiden. When her mother asked she mumbled how she was a princess, she thought it best that her maiden match her and some of her dresses.

That was something you also noticed. She always mumbled with Alicent or avoided eye contact. She never did that with you. She always tried to look you in the eye when speaking, though it did seem difficult sometimes for her.

“My pleasure, my Princess.” You responded with a small curtesy.

Her smile only widened. “Could you have a bath drawn for me, please?”

“Of course, princess.” You said as you made your way to her quarters.

She watched you as you left. She let out a small sigh. She liked having you close to her, you were her dearest companion. Helaena wanted to scream ‘thank you’ at the top of her lungs to her mother for choosing you to be her handmaiden.

For some reason when you touched her she always felt something warm in her lower stomach. She didn’t know what it was called, but she liked it.

Maybe you would bathe her this time. Strangely enough, Helaena prayed for you too. Your touch always soothed and ignited something she also didn’t know the name of.

When Helaena came to her room, after going to see her children, she found a different handmaiden waiting for her, not you.

She let out a small huff of disappointment. Almost a whine.

When the other handmaiden was touching her she imagined it was you gliding all over her body. A sudden arousal creeped in on her as the handmaiden accidentally pulled her hair. She had to bite her lip to keep a sinful noise in.

When the handmaiden was done with drying the princess she moved to put on her night shift. The Princess stopped her.

“I would like [Name] to help me with that.” She told the girl. The girl curtsied and hurriedly went to get you without a word.

You slowly walked into the room with slight confusion written on your face.

“My princess, you asked for me?” You bowed.

“I did. Help me put on my night garments.. please?” She beamed at you.

You took a deep breath. She was in only her towel. Her hair was wet and reaching past her mid back. Her pale skin was slightly red from the warm bath water. You could see her bare thighs littered with water droplets.

“Will you? Please?” She asked again.

‘So fucking polite.’ You thought again. Your eyes were dilated, nearly black, as you made your way to her. “It would be my pleasure.”

Helaena felt it again, that weird warmth in her stomach, when your eyes traveled over her body. She squeezed them together when you spoke.

You slowly removed the towel from Helaena. She stared you directly in the eyes when you did so. You turned quickly, breaking the unknown staring contest, and grabbed her night shift.

You would not stare at her naked body, it would ruin all restraint you have.

Helaena wanted you to look. She wanted you to see her breast and thighs without shame. She wanted you to want her.

“Why do you shy away from me? We have the same.. parts.” She said with hesitation.

“I do not wish to dishonor you.” You answered rather fast.

‘Please dishonor me.’ She thought.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Helaena spoke below a whisper.

You heard. No. You must’ve heard wrong, so you continued to put her shift over her head as she frowned.

“Does my Princess wish for me to brush her hair?”

“Please.” Helaena sat in her vanity’s chair. She was slightly disappointed, but she would still feel your hands on her this way.

You brushed through her hair with ease for the most part. Until you reached a small knot. You accidentally pulled at it as the lovely Princess let out a whine as her eyebrows furrowed.

The arousing warmth in her stomach was back tenfold now that it was actually you doing the pulling.

Did you hear that right? You did it again, on purpose. She let out a whimper this time and her legs, noticeably, squeezed together.

You had to put down the brush and close your eyes for a moment to just breath and calm yourself down. When you reopened them you saw Helaena staring at you with watery and pleading eyes.

“Please.” She said.

“Yes, Princess? What is it you need?”

“I’m.. aching. It hurts.” She said as her voice got higher in pitch.

“Where my Princess? Do you need a Maester? Perhaps a Massage?” You actually sounded worried at this.

She grabbed your hand and slowly, after having you graze over her lower stomach, put it on her cunt. Her night shift was a thin silk, so you could feel the wetness from her folds. She let out a small moan when your hand twitched nudging her clit.

“It hurts.” She repeated.

You know she wasn’t lying, you could literally feel her pulse in her loins.

“Please, make it stop.” Helaena whined and squeezed your hand.

“Princess.” You whispered with every syllable dripping in lust. You moved the chair over to have better accessibility to her. You kneeled in front of her and kissed her knees as you spread them.

“Fuck.” You saw her dripping down her legs nearly. You then pulled the night gown up to her waist.

Her soft hands grabbed your face. “Touch me, please.” Her beautiful eyes were nearly in tears.

You kissed her wrist and nodded. You then placed both of her legs over your shoulder and scooted her up to your mouth.

You teasing blew on her clit as she squirmed. “Please.” She begged again. It almost sounded like a sob.

You experimentally laid your tongue flat and licked a strip up her cunt.

She moaned your name and another plea. You were just as impatient as she was, so you dove right in. She squirmed as you sucked her clit. She nearly screamed as you licked inside her.

It was such a foreign sensation it made her want to feel it again and again. She wished you had a cock to fill her with your children. She wanted so badly to only be used by you for the rest of her days. She couldn’t help to think the most vile things to do with you.

“Please, please!” She said again as she rocked her hips into your face when you nibbled her clit. Her thighs clenched around your head in need.

You looked up at her. Gods she was a sight to behold. Her mouth was in an ‘O’ shape as her eyebrows knitted together. Her sounds, for fucks sake, her sounds. They sounded so cute. Her whines and the way she would grind on your face made you nearly loose it.

You then decided to use your fingers to pump in and out of her as you pulled her clit between your teeth.

“Mm, please, my love, please!” She didn’t know what she was begging for. She wanted you to squeeze her plush thighs harder to make a mark so she would always remember this moment. The day you ate her pussy like a woman starved.

You thought in your mind how there was no way she was supposed to taste like ambrosia from the Gods, but you did not dare question it. You loved how messy she was as her sweetness dropped down your chin. It made your own core clench around nothing.

Your fingers felt almost as good as your mouth. Helaena noticed how you kept searching for something inside her.

“My love!” She cried out as you found it. Her hands plunged into your hair which caused you to moan directly onto her clit. She was so needy for you.

She felt as though she would burst at any moment. You had added a third finger into her and you always rubbed against the spot that made her moan oh so loud.

You would’ve worried about her noise if you weren’t in heaven at the moment.

“So, so pretty.” You mumbled.

“Feels weird.” She said in between moans. Some coil in her was about to snap. It almost felt like her bladder but not quite.

And then all at once Helaena’s back arched as she let out a silent scream. Her walls clenched around your fingers tightly, but your movements never ceased. She squirted on your chin, but you still continued.

Once she finally started feeling overstimulated she pulled your head back. Her legs were still shaking.

You kissed the inside of her thighs with feather light touches. “Princess? Are you alright?”

“What..” she had to catch her breath for a moment. “What just happened?”

“You came.”

“I came? I’ve never done that before.” Your Helaena was in a dazed state with labored breathing.

Your blood started to boil at this. Aegon had never given your Princess an orgasm? What a dumb fuck. That was the closest thing to divinity that you’ll witness while you’re alive.

“Did you like it, Princess?” You kissed her knees again.

“Yes.. how do I.. how do I make you feel that way?” She asked. She wanted to see you as you came and she wanted to know if you’d make sounds too.

“You don’t need to, my Princess-“

“I want to.” She cut you off. “Please.”

You slowly stood up and took off your dress. Now you were only in your small clothes which was just a thin underdress with no panties.

Helaena watched with bated breath as you made your way over to her. You sat down on her thigh. You took a sharp breath. You then thanked the Gods the vanity’s chair was large, so you had a lot of room to bounce on her leg when needed.

“You’re warm.” The Targaryen Princess whispered. “I like it.” She giggled.

“As are you, my Princess.” You said with a grin. Her muscles in her thigh twitched as she moved it ever so slightly. You bit your lip and moaned.

“Helaena. You can call me Helaena.” She said as one of her hands landed on your waist.

You realized you had not exactly kissed her yet, true you had kissed a pair of lips but not the ones you innocently dreamed of. You stared at her lips as she stared at yours. She licked on your top lip lightly.

You placed a soft kiss on her lips, it didn’t have passion but it had a caring nature. Your Helaena was not used to such sweetness. She pulled you closer to kiss you harder. Her movements made you let out a small moan as your clit grazed over her thigh ever so slightly.

Helaena paused into the kiss. She had taken note of your sound. She wanted to hear it again. So she bounced her thigh muscles making you twitch slightly.

“Helaena.” You whispered with urgency. She continued slowly as if to antagonize you. Her hands were on each side of your waist, but one of them went exploring to your breast. She pressed her lips to yours to silence you when she squeezed your nipple.

“I want to try something.” She said as she separated from your lips.

“What is it, my pri- Helaena?”

“Your Helaena..” she repeated. The thought made her smile sweetly as if she didn’t have your nipple between her fingers five seconds ago.. “I wish to kiss you here.” She point to your breasts. “Take your small clothes off. Please.”

You did so wordlessly. “May I kiss you in the same place Helaena?”

“You may, [Name].” She sounded giddy. She then removed her night shift so the two of you were completely bare.

Helaena had actually had a wet dream of you taking her breast into your mouth. Now that it was actually happening she couldn’t help but accidentally move her legs a little.

It made you buck your hips on her thigh. She loved your little whines. She prayed she sounded as cute as you did. Helaena kissed your lips and slowly moved your hips over her thigh. You let a small moan into her mouth.

She wished to praise you for being so wet, it made it easier for her to move you back and forth. She started to slowly bounce her leg.

You kissed her neck and made a trail of wet kisses to her collar bone. You licked her pebbled nipple and pushed your head to it. You chuckled but it turned into a breathy moan as she shook her leg harder.

You took her nipple into your mouth and massaged the other one. She started to jerk hips as well. When you switched to her left nipple you reached your hand down to her heat and rubbed her clit.

Helaena began to ride your hand. Her leg became tire of bouncing so she ended up searching for your clit as well. She found it very easily. The woman used your wetness as a lubricant to sloppily circle your clit.

She didn’t quite know what she was doing, but she learned fast from your reactions. Helaena want you to cum on her fingers first, but she wasn’t sure if she could last. You were like some sort of expert when it came to her cunt.

You realized she was probably lost so began to ride her thigh. Her hands squeezed your hips with a desperate need. She wanted to taste your breast too.

You noted how she would probably have to take a bath after just taking one. Your slick was all over her thigh and leaking down onto her chair. You couldn’t care less, after all you’ll be the one cleaning it.

Her beautiful noises were back. It only seemed to turn you on more. Soon her noises were muffled by one of your breasts as she had started to nibble one.

This made you cry out as she bit down a little harder than needed. You pinched her clit in return making her gasp. Your fingers were rubbing inside her as you began to palm her clit. Your darling wouldn’t last long that was for sure.

You had finally felt that familiar tug in your stomach. It was close to bursting and your thighs began to shake.

“Gon- gonna cum!” You called out as your eyes slammed shut.

“Cum on me my dragon fly. I wanna watch your face please, please. My pretty baby.” The Princess wanted to see you fall apart on her thigh. She wanted to hear you.

Your eyes watered as your back arched, your motions stopped but your Helaena rubbed her hand on your clit to help you cum harder. You nearly screamed as you came undone. It felt like such bliss even though you squeezed around nothing it still felt so good.

Your body felt exhausted as you came down from your high, but there was one thing you wanted to do before you went to bed. You continued your palming that you had stopped when you were coming.

Helaena had just watched one of the most erotic thing she could think of. The way your mouth hung open to let out the most wanton moans she’d ever heard. It was the way your legs shook when you’d calmed down. She wished she could see that at least once a day for the rest of her life.

Once she noticed your movements she wanted to pull away, but you were literally magic the way you played with her to perfection. The sweet girl gave in to your touches as you kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

“Look at my pretty girl, is she going to cum on my fingers again? Hm? Does she want to cum again? Can she be good for me?” You asked with fake sympathy.

“Yes, please! Please I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” She whined over and over again. “Wanna cum, please, please let me cum. I’ll be your good girl!”

“So needy.” You kissed and sucked on her skin as you found her special spot inside her. You eventually started using two hands. One to put pressure on her clit and the other to massage her insides.

“Please, ‘m so close.” She whimpered almost like she was crying.

“Cum for me sweet girl. You’re my good girl, you can cum.” You encouraged her as she started to squeeze your fingers so tightly.

Her back lifted from the chair once more as she came all over your fingers. She couldn’t help the jerking of her hips and the moaning from her lips.

Her hips slowed as her moans became quieter until they were just heavy breaths. You slowly got off from her thigh to get a rag to clean yourself off her.

“Where are you going?” She sleepily looked over to you with sad eyes.

“I need to clean you, Princess.” You said as you grabbed a bowel of water and a rag from her table that the other maid must’ve used earlier.

She smiled down at your when you squatted to clean her thighs. She bit her bottom lip thinking about something. You loved to get her dressed, but she stopped you.

“No, let’s sleep without them.” She was referring to your dress as well. Helaena began to stand and lead you to her bed. “Come, let us sleep.”

“My Princess, your maid-“

“You’re my handmaiden.” She corrected. “Helaena is my name. Remember?”

“Yes, Helaena.” You smiled as she pulled you down into her bed.

Helaena clung to you tightly like you were her only lifeline in this dark world. You didn’t mind, you liked know she felt for you too. She was the only good thing in this world so you would do your best to protect her.

“Goodnight my dragonfly.” Helaena whispered with a cute grin on her face as she drifted into sleep.

You guessed she didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’, so ‘dragonfly’ would be the closest thing you got to it.

“Goodnight, Helaena darling.” You kissed her damp hair as you too drifted into sleep.

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I hope you liked it!

[aurelaeusgarwood]

“Dear August,”

Pairing: Jschlatt x Male Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual themes and Angst

(Minors DNI)

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In the early 19th century England, smart, handsome, beautiful Y/N Wrensliede has it all in the town of Linwood. From fine wine, to a rich estate. During one night, at one of the Wrensliede held parties, An old friend seems to have return with something in mind. Will their love be till death do them part?

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Chapter I: Y/N Wrensliede

February 4th, 1864 ~ Wrensliede Estate, Linwood

I could not believed myself as to what I am thinking and feeling—most certainly to someone I grew up with. Out of all these women in my father’s ballroom this late afternoon. I’d find myself a future court, unfortunately non of the women seemed to interest me other then Sir Jonathan Schlatt standing opposite from me across the room. When I first entered this room, I never expected to feel scared, nervous, warm. But I cannot and dare not discuss this feeling with myself or with anyone for that matter, too much of absurdity to handle.

Good thing for him to have not notice me yet. Too busy flirting with a poor maiden. Standing like a small stick next to him, uninterested and awkwardly quiet. She holds her glass firmly, as if he were to ever take it from her, Now that I think of it, I would love to quench my afternoon thirst with Uncle Frederick’s finest wine in all of town Linwood. One of the servants walked by.

“Give me a cold glass of Aurumbähr wine please,”

“As you wish your Lordship,”

Said the servant, she then walked away and disappeared from the crowd, then back with my drink in tow.

“Is there anything else you would need your Lordship?”

“No. You can go,”

Her curtsy made my stomach twist, not in a flattering way, but disgust. Why does father have to make us Wrensliedes feel more important then anyone else in this town? especially in my own home, I can’t even ask for something without being treated as royalty when there’s a royal palace miles up the northwest mountains. ‘Too much money’ I tell my mother, whenever she allows herself to listen to me, can’t tell if she can even hear me, that poor women is going deaf. Maybe I should speak with my tone higher next time?

“I see that you still hate being called that, your highness~”

I gasped, my drink almost falling out of my hands—there stood Mr. Schlatt, in his dark grey suit, his stature horrendously tall yet handsome. His face, punchable.

“How dare you almost make me waste this!“

“Is that Aurumbähr? I’ve had far better wine overseas,”

I gasped again, how dare he? My uncle’s family has been one of the greatest wine brewers in this country for decades.

“I’ll have you know Aurumbähr is far more rich and flavourful than those sour, earthy drinks you had from the Canadas,”

“Oh is that it? Hmm last I heard Frederick discovered bugs swimming in his barrels, care to explain that?”

“That was last year!”

“Are you certain? last I heard was back in August,”

I swear to the stars above, This man; yet older then me, cannot count to save his life.

“That’s still last year, what did you even do over overseas? get drunk?”

He laughed, his smile handsomely gross, a bit of his white teeth I spotted. He licked his lips so delicately, soft and—

“You know I won’t mind, Little N/N—OW”

I pulled away the little hairpin.

“Don’t call me that, we aren’t foolish young adults anymore!”

I whispered, looking around to see if anyone heard, Schlatt rubbed his arm, pouting in pain.

“But I thought that’s what you liked me calling you, when you would—“

I stomped on his foot, he yelped, crouching over as he was in more pain.

“Enough of that Mr. Schlatt, I am already growing tired of your presence at this moment”

“You’re right, I am sorry, that was a long time ago—but aside from that, how have you been?”

I am not certain on how I can answer that, I’ve been idle these years, being twenty-five of age, still haven’t been courted yet from other wealthy families and have not been in any interest at all.

“I am doing absolutely great, in fact, I was until my father never notified me about your invitation today,”

“Well you would’ve declined it by then”

“Exactly—“

“—Which means, I have something entirely important to give to you,”

I stumbled, my words being interrupted and talked over. The mannerisms on Mr. Schlatt is no gentleman to be. Out of all of the men in this town, Mr. Schlatt has a way to shut you up and hear what he has ti say, stubborn and selfish he is.

“And what is that?”

He said nothing, other then that look… Why do I remember that look? He gave me a folded piece of paper and walked away—lost in the crowd, I was alone with this neatly folded note.

“Hold this,”

I said to the servant, giving her my drink.

“Yes your lordship”

I can’t even… Never mind that, what did this idiot write.

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Dear, Little N/N

Meet me at the apple blossoms behind your fathers garden at 17:30

~ Yours truly, Jonathan Schlatt

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My name is Y/N Earwood Wrensliede, Mr. Schlatt, not little—No, I am not saying that play name ever again. What does he want? I check my watch and it’s 17:01, The sun should set in twenty-nine minutes, why that hour? I give my drink a few sips. The fine fermented grapes, sweet and savoury on my tongue. I look around and I don’t seem to spot him anywhere amongst the crowd of women and lords. So I waited. The room was probably my favourite out of this old building. The designs and decorations on the ceilings was done by some painter from Paris, quite a beautiful piece of the greek tales of the gods.

The gold and glow the room had as well as the fine music from the quartet gave me comfort. Just if he hadn’t showed up, maybe I could’ve found myself a Lady to court with, get my father to look up to me and take on the family name whence his time comes. 17:25 came along, I excused myself for a walk outside, still holding my glass half empty. The wine swirled as I strut, the colour swayed as if blood from a holiday steak feast I’ve had with Father and Mother.

Mother is not here as she is teaching ballet in France, so it’s Father and I watching over the Wrensliede Estate, A lovely and grand stone pillar home of these fine landscapes. It’s a long walk but l reach the garden and spot the assortments of blossom trees at the back,

Mr. Schlatt nowhere to be found. I walk further more, until I stop at the large apple blossom, blooming with shiny fruits, although half of them are eaten by the nature life out here. Has Mr. Schlatt trick me again? like when we were children?

Someone then covers my eyes, It was dark for a moment until I turned around, there stood in front of me, Mr. Schlatt—with a smirk and a laughter in his voice. I still don’t know what is about him, I haven’t seen him for awhile and he still acted the same.

“I knew you’d come, I’ve missed you”

“I— I ummm, well I missed you too…”

He chuckled, the pointed dull teeth showing as he looked above the apples.

“It has been six and a half years since we last parted ways… I know you have more than just to say, little N/N”

He stepped forward, I froze, I couldn’t seem to move.

“Well you left without a word to the Canadas, so I moved on, what did you expect me to say?”

He softly smiled, how awful did I miss that smile, I look around, trying to avoid his brown eyes, but to focus on the fresh seemingly ready red apple, hanging on the branch undisturbed. He looked at the apple too, before reaching up and taking it off the stem—My eyes widen.

“My father will kill you if he found out you touched his tree”

“Well he’s not here, besides, not like he wouldn’t mind if you did”

“Oh trust me, his anger is not pleasant”

He turned it around in his palm, before giving it a bite, I reached over but he moved his arm away, the apple bitten and out of reach. I looked at him like he was some lunatic, and he just smiled at me—chewing. I then felt his arm reach behind my waist, he then pulled me up to his chest, my heart beating faster. The glass in my hands slip, shattering upon the pavement. I stare up, his face looking down on me as he leans in, his lips touching mine as I felt his tongue reach in, the chewed apple pieces slide in my mouth, transferring from him to me… I can’t think. What is happening, my head hurts, my heart is beating hard that it hurts. He pulled away—I could feel the apple bits in my mouth still.

“You can swallow, Now he won’t know it was you”

I did what he said, I swallowed the bits as I felt his thumb caress my closed lips. I felt heated and unstable.

“You know little N/N, I missed you so much, that every man I see back in Canada, I see your face, your smile and your body… Please… I—“

“I think I’m tired, I need to sleep Mr. Schlatt, please excuse—“

He grabbed my hand as I tried to get away from his grasp, I could feel my nose leaking, the blood dripping down to the ground, mixing in with wine, almost identical. He dropped the apple as he spotted the blood.

“Dear stars, are you alright N/N?”

I nodded, as he lead me to a bench near by, sitting me down. I did t know what to do as he cleaned my mess, his large hands delicately and cautiously cleaning the blood. I waited till he was done.

“It’s… It’s N/N—not… that name,”

“I thought you liked it,”

“I…”

I don’t know what I like anymore, he gave my hand a light squeeze. I look away to where the broken glass of spilled wine and a bitten apple lay, a mess like myself and this situation becoming. Great, I’m crying in front of a man I used to love, someone who abandoned me without a word, a horrid moment I am to be experiencing. I could still feel the warm of where his lips used to press. Ever since he left I had no one else to fall in love. He was all I had and now he just arrives and proceeds to do all this like nothing has ever happened? Ludicrous.

“I waited, and time passed by—yet you haven’t returned…”

“My greatest sincerest apologies N/N, I have been wanting to meet before I left, but due to some scheduling I didn’t have time.”

“Not even for a note? You hadn’t bothered lettering me?”

He just stared at my hands, his thumb caressing my palms, as they start to sweat. His face indeed was sad, sorry for what had.

“After many weeks, I bled my tears every night, just hoping to see your lamp in the field glowing for me. I left my window open every night… Hoping you would be by my side when I sleep.”

“Darling, I—“

“Don’t you dare call me that, Just don’t you ever come near me again. Enjoy this last night Mr. Schlatt,”

My heart torn itself as I stood from the bench and walked back to the grand estate. I could feel his eyes burn into my back, like an hot iron print pressing onto a punished thief. I wiped my tears, made myself presentable as I entered the ballroom again. A few questioned about my puffy face, I said to them it that it was just the season change.

They laughed and I cried bitterly inside.

[crying-fantasies]

Walk with me: Introduction

Masterlist

-/Next

You look at the place that you were practically dragged out by your own father, the sun is almost too bright to you, not a big surprise given that you spent the last week inside your room trying to be alone, trying to hide your broken heart, one that you swear you already break when you're just a child, only to be hit by reality itself and notice that you still weren't over your childhood friend, your first love.

The very same man that shouted against your engagement with him, saying that he already loved someone else.

Damn, only the memory of that moment almost brought you to tears again, at least if you had some left.

"My kid, try to be strong" how strange to have your strict father saying those words, it only indicated that, indeed, what happened a week ago was really upsetting enough to even a war veteran like him, "I just need to talk this new business with Mr. Joestar and we can go back home" of course, something was indeed strange when you father told you that he wanted you to be out and take some sun in your skin.

Mister Joestar was already waiting for you two, okay, maybe you looked worse than what you believed at first by the sad expression of the man now that he also saw you but what really caught your attention was that behind him was someone that you could've recognized anywhere.

One thing led to another, before you could object you were left alone in a fancy restaurant with the person that was next to Mr. Joestar.

His adoptive son, Dio Brando, the very same little shit that you almost couldn't get along after all your bickering back when you two were kids, but now that very same shit was in front of you trying to be civil at least once by not mocking you of how horrible were your tearless and red eyes.

"Young lord Brando"

"Smith"

So much courtesy was expected between you two, not even the waiter wanted to be near you two but he put in the table, recommending menus that were popular among young couples, Dio ordered for you too and of course he knew what things you liked without asking you.

"..." No one said a word after that, both analysing the surrounding, many eyes on you two, many whispers about the fact that Dio ordered a menu for couples and the fact that you two were alone.

When the food finally arrived Dio was the first one to open his mouth.

"Do you realize what is happening, right?" He was cutting his meat with calm, acting like a gentleman, "you do, right, gun head?" Oh, clearly he couldn't let the opportunity to say that nickname slide.

"Of course I do" you were tired, specially realizing what was happening since the moment that you two were left alone, maybe Dio was being kind to you, in his strange ways, because he didn't call you by that loathing nickname again for the rest of the dinner, "it was expected to be honest, this" you pointed at you and then at him, "or that I would be mocked by all the noble social circle and never being able to marry"

Dio chuckled, drinking some wine, apparently giving you the reason.

"The fact that they said that you would marry a Joestar in the end is still going, even with all the things that Jojo said at the moment, I can only say that he isn't the same after that" maybe he wanted to talk on behalf of his stupid brother but now you couldn't, or at least didn't want to, hear such things.

Your pride and heart still had the wounds open, healing little by little, hearing about Jonathan would only make you lose your supposed progress.

"Well, you will get the Joestar last name, congratulations"

"I always had it, just never used it, at least our kids will inherit the Joestar last name but I'll keep the Brando one, I don't plan to have an affair, it would be troublesome and I would expect the same from you"

Well, at least he was putting his cards on the table.

"I want the same and to preserve my maiden name too, maybe one of our kids could have it too, or one can also inherit your's too"

"No problem from my part, but I don't plan to name any of our kids Brando"

"Are we going to buy a new house?"

"No, mother was persistent in that you move to the mansion after the wedding"

"Got it, but not in the main one, right?"

"We'll be a married couple, of course we'll be in a separated area"

"What about my guns?"

"As long as you don't kill someone you can keep them, I don't mind"

After that you continued to eat in silence, just looking one another, by the time that you both finished and it was time to finally finish the supposed date Dio talked to you again.

"Let's be prepared for this engagement, gun head" he smiled like only he could, some fire in you ignited, at least now you looked more alive after a whole week of crying your eyes out.

"I would say the same, blond bitch" he was startled by your dirty mouth once again, a forced smile on his face, one that almost made you laugh at this madness, almost.

In what mess of a marriage were you getting into?

[bluepandastarfish]

Chocolate Cake And Blood Wine: Chapter 4

Lady D x OC

That night most of the other girls left me Alone, apart from a few dirty looks and whispers- but not too bad all things considered. The next morning I was woken up by the head maid, who handed me a new modified schedule which allows me enough time everyday to make Danielas desert, I do not know enough recipe for this but I'm sure I can find a book in the library.

Which leads me to now, on my way to the library during lunch (instead of getting lunch which probably isn't very good for me) to find a recipie book. I think I can put chocolate in something that Daniela would like, but Loana said I would die a horrible and painful death and, as tempting as that sounds, im not really in the mood to experince that. Also, I now have to take the desert out to the table myself because of that stupid bitch who decided it would be funny to tell the family of canabilistic hotties that I poisoned their food.

Not to mention the fact that last night I had some… untamed dreams about Lady Dimitrescu, I mean who can blame me? She is smoking ho-

"Andrea." Lady dimitrescu sounds pleasantly surprised when I open the door to the library. She is sat in an armchair in the centre of the room, reading a book that is deffinatley to small for her hands… she has massive fingers… oh shit. "What a pleasant surprise." I cant tell if she's being sarcastic or not but- wait she is wearing reading glasses… why does that make her hotter? "Why the blush, dear?" She smirks and lowers her eyes back to her book.

I am not blushing, I promise. "Not blush, my Lady… I'm just a bit hot as I have been tending the the fireplaces this morning." Smooth, didn't even stutter. I make my way to one of the shelves, now out of the lady's sight.

I hear her sigh "I hope you don't make a habit of skipping meals, pet" she sounds annoyed more then anything. "I can't have my bugs' "best friend forever" starving herself" I hear a small smile in her voice.

"Ye-yep well- you see- I." I turn the corner of the bookcase to see that she is already looking, as if waiting for me to appear again. She raises one eyebrow in question "Well… I'll grab soemthing in a bit, like I said yesterday, most of the others aren't very fond of me. So it's just easier if I don't eat with them." She sighs again and closes her book,setting it down in her lap.

"I have had a word with the head maid about that, she told me she is going to keep an eye out." That woman is a liar- half the time she joins in on it as well. Instead of telling the lady that I simply nod my head and continue to admire her. She tilts her head and grins at me (for a second I think I see fangs, but as soon as I do they are gone). I bow my head.

"I- um." I stutter and look at the bookshelves around us. "Looking for a recipe book?" I look back at her face and quickly add. "Would you happen to know where that would be, my lady?"

She tilts her head and bites her lip slightly before smiling once again. "I believe I do" she gestures to her left, where another bookcase stands. "4th shelf, if I remember correctly" I look up to the 4th shelf on the bookcase she gestured to and notice that it is far to hug up for me to reach, I sigh and look around the room- hoping to find something to stand on. But there is nothing.

Maybe if I climb the lower shelves? I make my way to the bookcase and grip the 3rd shelf in an attempt to pull myself up. I fall on my ass as soon as I try to stand on the 1st shelf, this is so embarrassing. "Please, allow me." I hear the lady's voice from above me and look up from the floor to see her smirking down at me. "Of course such a tiny maiden would need help" her tone is teasing as she effortlessly reaches down to the 4th shelf and grabs the book. She looks back at me and raises an eyebrow. "You do seem quite short for your age, hm?". I swear I'm dying… I'm feeling many things, I mean she is ridiculously big and she could life me without a lot of trouble. She could man-handle me any day.

My mouth hangs open as I stare up at her in silence, she is smirking as if she can read my… less then innocent thoughts. I swear I see her lick her bottom lip- but that could by the my weird imagination. "Really is such a coulorful blush, darling." She chuckles and leans down by the waist, her cleavage now directly in my eyesight. I keep my wide eyes on her face as my breathing picks up, she tilts her head and placed the book in my frozen hands. She goes back to full height and walks over to the arm chair again. "Well, pet, I expect you got and your leave now. Have Loana cook something for you." She puts her reading glasses back on and flicks her hand in the direction of the door.

I nod quickly and stifly make my way toward the door And hurriedly shut it behind me as I leave. I clutch the book to my chest and slump against the door.

"Ohmyfuckingmothermirandablackgodshitfuck" I whisper to myself. "What. The. Fuck." I push myself off the door and look at my feet as I run toward the kitchen. I keep through the doorway and throw myself against the island. Loana turns and looks at my boneless body with indifference, I lift my head slightly and gasp. "Loana! I think I'm dying!" I let my head collapse back onto the counter.

I cannot believe my life. Why. What. WHAT.

I am- very gay?

Yes we did establish that I suppose.

Fucking hell I am done. Dead. I can't live like this. I think I'm combusting. Why is my face so hot.

…why is everywhere so hot…?

I can't even- How- I dont-.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

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Next part

[ichayalovesyou]

Rom-halan Mahk (The Parting Glass) T'Vulkansu

Lyrics under the cut (Original english, Vulkansu in bold, literal translation in italics)

Of all the money that e'er I had

Svi’ma-vel t’ek pinkaunu

In possession of wealth, all my earnings

I have spent it in good company

Vlital kau-bosh heh akhlami t’hyle

Spent wise and among lifelong friends

Oh and all the harm I've ever done

Ek’dash-tor t’nash-veh ki’tor svi’mene

All hurt I have done in life

Alas, it was to none but me

Tor fi’t’nash-veh sa’awek

Done upon myself alone

And all I've done for want of wit

Kanon duhik torai t’nash-veh

Every foolish action of mine

To memory now I can't recall

Hal-tor I kwi’vokaya

Gone now from memory

So fill to me the parting glass

Nufau t’nash-veh rom-halan makh

Offer my farewell glass

Good night and joy be to you all

Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du

Peace and long life upon all you

Of all the comrades that e'er I had

Trashu ik fasei t’nash-veh t’hyle

Departing from my lifelong friends

They're sorry for my going away

Olau lak’tra than au trashan

Feel grief they do at departure

And all the sweethearts that e'er I had

Trashu ik fasei ashayam

Departing from beloved

They would wish me one more day to stay

Istaya au wuvau yaret

Wish they to lengthen visit

But since it fell unto my lot

Kupi-ri rubah t’nash-veh buk

Could not change my fate

That I should rise and you should not

Trashu ik du’tu hafau

Departing while you remain

I'll gently rise and softly call

She-tor buk eh stariben 

Rising to fate and speak 

Good night and joy be to you all

Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du

Peace and long life upon all you

But since it falls unto my lot

Kupi-ri rubah t’nash-veh buk

Could not change my fate

That I should rise and you should not

Trashu ik du’tu hafau

Departing while you remain

I'll gently rise and softly call

She-tor buk eh stariben 

Rising to fate and speak 

Good night and joy be to you all

Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du

Peace and long life upon all you

So fill to me the parting glass

Nufau t’nash-veh rom-halan makh

Offer my farewell glass

And drink a health whate'er befalls

Fudau fam, nartau mene

Regardless embrace life

Then gently rise and softly call

She-tor buk eh stariben 

Rising to fate and speak 

Good night and joy be to you all

Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du

Peace and long life upon all you

Good night and joy be to you all

Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du

Peace and long life upon all you

So fill to me the parting glass

Nufau t’nash-veh rom-halan makh

Offer my farewell glass

And gather as the evening falls

Hokau vah tevan-tor khru

I’ll gently rise and softly call

She-tor buk eh stariben 

Gather as falls evening

Good night and joy be to you all

Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du

Rising to fate and speak 

Peace and long life upon all you

Good night and joy be to you all

Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du

Peace and long life upon all you

[oddeyevibes]

DDD #2 - Smush

Summary: Alcina likes admiring how small you are compared to her. This is really bad but whatevs.

Every so often, Alcina liked getting the whole family together to just sit in the living room to enjoy each other’s company.

Everyone usually found something to occupy themselves with. Alcina was reading while indulging in “wine” while you read books with Daniela. Bela and Cassandra had played with their toys.

It didn’t take long before all three daughters fell asleep on the carpet, huddled next to each other in front of the fireplace.

That left you and Alcina alone, with the latter staring at you lovingly. You giggled and turned to her.

“What?”

“We’ve been together for so long, and I’m still not quite over how small you are.”

You let out a laugh as you feigned offense. “Small?”

The Dimitrescu matriarch stood from her chair before coming towards your chair. Then she did something you never saw her do before…kneel on the carpet. Even then, she wasn’t really at your current eye level.

This was…adorable.

She’s only ever looked at you with this romantic aloofness but now? It was like how you looked when you saw cute animals.

She gently takes hold of your face with one hand, lightly smushing your cheeks in, admiring how soft and warm your flesh is in her hands.

“There’s something…delicious about how fragile you are. Does it ever frighten you that I could hurt you?”

You shook your head in her grip. “You’ve always been careful with me, any pain I get is what I ask you for.”

She let out a deep chuckle as she tilted your head up a bit. “Talking like that while the girls are sleeping right there? That’s dangerous, y’know? You remember how curious they are. So many questions~”

“Maybe we should tuck them in bed so we don’t have to worry about that.” You replied.

Alcina stared you down. “Perhaps~”

“What are you doing?” The sound of a little voice snapped the both of you back to your surroundings as you turned to see Cassandra standing up.

The other two still sleeping, Cassandra rubbed her eyes as she approached the two of you.

“Are you guys fighting?”

The two of you were stunned by the question before you quickly answered, pulling your face from Alcina’s grip.

“No. No, we’re not fighting sweetie.”

“Then why were you holding mommy’s face like that?” There was an adorable confused expression on her face.

Alcina stayed on her knees as she inched towards the middle child, gently taking her tiny hands into her own.

“Darling, sometimes when two adults love each other they…”

Alcina’s voice trailed off as she realized the potential implications to explaining kinks to a 6-year-old.

“They…”

Sensing the distressed, you went for distraction the best way you knew how with Cassandra.

“Cassie~. How about I let one of the maidens in the cellar free so you can chase after them?”

Cassandra perked up. “Really?!” You nodded. “YES!”

In a flash, she burst into a bunch of small flies. She’s definitely gonna get there faster than you, but you couldn’t think of anything else at that moment.

Alcina looked at you in shock. “It is nearly bedtime!” She exclaimed, making sure to stay in a hushed tone as to not wake Bela and Daniella.

You shrugged. “What did you want me to do?” You followed her lead in tone.

She facepalmed. “I guess I’ll put Bela and Daniella in their rooms.”

“I’ll get my bone saw.”

[kaijurakunsobs]

The lords with a very cottage core s/o who just,,,is a ray of sunshine. Maybe a witch too idk?? That would make it better because she can suddenly be all “who hurt your feelings I’ll give them one of my cursed objects or this stone I’ve been screaming at for weeks”

this is what I'm talking about!

why are you guys so cute and precious with your asks? I just wanna call y'all cute little names cuz you make me smile

enough of that, let's get some cottagecore witch babe!

Alcina Dimitrescu

the woman knows the rumors of the witch that lives deep in the forest, she remembers the days when that same forest was inhabited by your kind, now only you remain

but the rumors are far from the truth, you don't have a face covered in warts, or needle-like teeth. You are beautiful and warm like the sun she remembers from the youth

she had allowed you into the Castle during a rather harsh storm, sure she would have a new maiden for her wine, but she was somehow dissuaded when you gave her a smile

A kitchen witch is what you said you were

"Magic can be infused into meals too, all I need is to have an intent and will"

she watched in quiet amazement as you offered to cook dinner, unmoved by touching human flesh, laughing and saying "Great-grandma used to do worst, my Lay!"

the Lady takes a quick interest in you, deciding to court you and pursue something more meaningful

it becomes clear to the maids that try SHOULD NOT touch the altar you have placed in the kitchen

you might be kind but you won't tolerate people touching your stuff, something the lady finds rather attractive

Donna Beneviento

being shy and preferring to stay on the sidelines, your relationship with Donna starts when she catches you foraging the area around her house for herbs and roots

it starts simple, sharing small stories and allowing Angie to sit in your lap when coming to visit her

Donna cries in joy when you give her the gift of a glamour, the scar that tormented her for so long, gone with the wave of your hand

it's important for her, so it's important for you

Angie becomes your small little helper, throwing suggestions when ask who you should hex next

Salvatore Moreau

you and Sal have been friends for the longest time, he enjoys the stories you tell him about the outside world and you love to sit and listen to him ramble about his siblings

he marvels when you show him small illusions or explain what kind of potions you can do, hes eager to learn and even help you

mother Miranda is almost impressed someone like you would even spare time in something like that

you have never been one to be vengeful, but hearing Heisenberg call sweet Sal a "moronic freak" as you seeing red

Alcina and Angie both laugh when the metal man starts spitting toads, pieces of rats, and other vermin

"That will keep happening if you don't apologize to Sal and if it's a half-assed apology? IT.WILL.GET.WORST"

that week Sal comes to you, rather excited that his big brother has been acting nice to him

Karl Heisenberg

the first time he sees you, is...uncomfortable for you

you are covered in sheep's blood, the animal's liver in your hand, and about to be used for divination

the village people hate you, so it was easy to confuse the man for a hunter, finally sent out to end your life. Instead he asks if you are eating the whole sheep

Heisenberg is rather...odd

he doesn't bat an eye when you appear at his door covered in mud and what, he suspects, must be blood

he does find joy in the way you can curse Alcina and he gets to see the results, coming back to your hut to tell you how miserable she looks

with time, the man grows protective of you, scaring off the villagers that might try to harm you. he says it's payback for all the tricks you play on Alcina

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Listen hear me out. A nb reader with Alcina and one day readers gets to wear the strap and “top” our 9 foot baddie ! Maybe reader makes Alcina beg and after Alcina is super surprised and slightly embarrassed because she’s never been successfully topped before. If it’s to crazy just tell me !

Not crazy at all! I hope you enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

The carriage makes its way around the craggy mountainside. You open the window slightly and take a few grateful mouthfuls of fresh mountain air. You’d rather not have had to be in a stuffy carriage for hours on end, but you had been assigned to accompany the Lady Dimitrescu on her latest business trip for the Sanguis Viriginis Wine Company.

She sits across from you now, waving her fan in front of her beautiful face. Her carmine lips are pursed in annoyance, the current generated from her fan making a few loose curls from under her pinned hat dance. Her gaze turns to you and she gives you an uncertain smile.

“It shouldn’t be too much longer now,” she says, taking out her cigarette holder. You are already at the ready with your lighter that you had taken from your vest pocket. She inclines her dark head close to yours and you breathe in her perfume as you light her cigarette for her. From up close you can see her laugh lines and her long lashes that kiss the tip of her cheekbones. She takes a few experimental puffs before settling back in the carriage seat. Taking a long drag, she blows the smoke out the window, the smoke blending in with the clouds that surround the Romanian mountains.

You are suddenly feeling rather hot in this cramped carriage. You begin to unhook your arm bracers so you can push your shirtsleeves up to your elbows. When you look up, you see that Lady Dimitrescu’s golden eyes are staring intently at your arms as you roll up your sleeves, muscles standing out tautly under a soft down of dark hair. You meet her eyes and she quickly looks away, but not before you catch a glimpse of the high color rising in her cheeks.

“If I may, my Lady,” you posit, resting your hand on her leg. “My offer still stands.”

“No. It can wait,” she says, stiffly, but you can tell it takes her great effort. The two of you had had a few torrid nights this summer and you could tell she was stressed from the preparations for the trip. She had been spending night after night poring over ledgers and spreadsheets and by the time she was done, all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep.

It had been a long time since you had enjoyed the pleasure of each other’s company, to say the least.

The driver breaks your train of thought as you hear her yell, “Going to be a bit bumpy on this next trek, my Lady. I’d suggest finding something to hold on to.”

Alcina sniffs in annoyance and puts out her cigarette in the ashtray next to her.

The ride does indeed start to get more bumpy. Alcina puts a hand to her hat to avoid crushing it on the roof of the carriage and you press yourself into a corner to avoid being jostled around too much.

BANG!

The carriage hits a particularly rough spot and you are sent flying. You land on something soft and when you look up you realize that you are in Alcina’s lap and your hand is cupping her breast. You make eye contact with her and you can see the want in her aureate eyes, feeling her nipple stiffen through her clothes under your touch.

You chuckle at her. “When are you going to let go of your foolish pride, my Lady?” you ask, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. You brace yourself against her by wrapping your arms around her neck. Your legs straddle her hips, and each jolt of the carriage sends a current of electricity through the both of you.

“It’ll just be for a couple more miles, pet.” Her voice is hoarse, belying the desperation in her eyes.

You grin wolfishly. “Well, then...Let’s see how I can test your limits until then. Like this.” You begin kissing the side of her neck and she leans back against the wall of the carriage, sighing. “Or this.” You draw your hand further down the front of her dress and move your thumb in a circular motion around her areola. When she inhales sharply, arching into your touch, you know you are close to breaking her. “Or-”

You don’t finish the rest of the sentence as she grabs you by your necktie and begins kissing you fiercely. Her lips move hungrily against yours as she reaches for your belt buckle.

BANG!

Another sharp bump in the road makes you bang your head painfully into hers. Alcina growls with frustration and raps her large hand on the side of the carriage to alert the driver.

The driver hops down from her seat and opens the carriage door. Her face grows bright red at seeing the two of you entangled together. Alcina ignores it, saying primly, “I do believe the horses need watering. You’ve been driving them rather hard and they need their rest.”

The driver nods, crisply. “Very good, my Lady. And uh…” She glances at the two of you again and looks away quickly. “I thought I saw an inn up a ways and I think I’ll take my lunch there.”

The carriage stops at a nearby creek and with a wave the driver heads over to the inn to take her lunch. You and Alcina are finally alone together.

Without delay, Alcina opens her reticule and takes out the strap. You can’t help it. You burst out laughing.

Alcina narrows her eyes at you. “Has something struck you as humorous, dear?”

“I’m sorry, my Lady,” you say, wiping tears from your eyes. “But you just had that in your purse the whole time?’

Alcina glares defiantly back at you, but her cheeks are burning with color. “I wasn’t sure when we’d need it.”

She takes the strap and harness and begins to move her skirt up her leg but you put out a hand to stop her. “If you don’t mind, my Lady, I would like to wear it this time.”

Alcina grins. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, pet,” she purrs. She bites down on your lower lip as she helps you secure the strap and harness around your hips. Her tongue enters your mouth as you unhook the pearl buttons running down her back. Her dress pools around her ankles and she kicks it aside. She is now only in her corset and garters, her generous bosom straining against her basque.

You lower yourself and when you peel away her panties you see her thighs are already slick with her arousal. You rasp your tongue along her inner thigh and you feel her body positively thrumming with desire.

“Please, darling,” she begs. “Please don’t tarry any longer. Take me here. Take me now. I want you inside of me.”

“Patience,” you purr against her thigh. “Good things always come to those who wait.”

Your tongue teases at her entrance, stroking her sensitive walls. She takes you by the shoulder and low, furtive moans escape her ruby lips. You dart your tongue quickly in and out, almost but not quite reaching her clit.

You know you’re being unfair, but something about Alcina begging for you is just so irresistible.

You chance a look up at her and her golden eyes are pleading. You settle yourself back on top of her and push in slowly filling her walls with your mass. You begin to ride her hard, bracing your hands on her quivering thighs.

You lean in and whisper in her ear as you’re riding her. “Do you like that, my Lady? None of the other maidens have ridden you like this, have they?”

“No,” she gasps out as you unlace her stays. “Pray, continue.” Her corset falls away and you toss it to the side of the carriage. Her breasts are now bared and you latch yourself onto one, suckling and nipping at the sensitive bud with your teeth. You find your own thighs are now wet with your arousal as the great Lady Dimitrescu becomes undone before your eyes, howling and pleading with you for more, more, more.

You see no reason to deny her. You slide one, two, three fingers in, before just deciding to put your whole hand inside her core. She cries out and yips as your fingers quest along her walls, stroking her sensitive nub at the center. Her hand flies out and hits the window, making the glass crack and splinter.

She buries her fingers in your shoulders, looping under your suspenders. “Please, darling. I’m so close! Don’t stop, I beg of you!”

You put all of your body weight into each thrust now, filling her so completely with your cock and with your fist. Your hips are screaming from the strain. But you can’t stop until she orgasms. You want her to praise you. You want her to agree that no one has treated her better than you have.

When she finally climaxes, she screams your name so loud that you're pretty sure the poor carriage driver can hear it all the way from the inn where she is taking her lunch.

Alcina leans back against the carriage walls pulling you against her as she tries to regain her composure. The cracked window is soon fogged up from the both of you gasping for air.

When she finally gets her breath back, Alcina runs a hand through your hair, weaving each strand between her fingers. “Very well done, my pet,” she cooes. You glance up at her and her cheeks are crimson. She looks away self-consciously. “You were right, my dear. No one has touched me the way you did tonight.” She gives you a sloppy kiss. “I shall have to look forward to the next time.”

You smile at her, taking her hand in yours and kissing the back of her knuckles. “Of course my Lady.”

You help her dress and once the carriage driver comes back you lay your head on her lap and quickly fall asleep as the carriage makes its way to the next town.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the show must go on”

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Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

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[the-insomniac-emporium]

Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T for language, implied cannibalism (because Vampires)

Warnings: Aforementioned implied cannibalism

Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate.

Notes: Features a cameo of sorts for my OC, Avaskian Caldwell. Not beta read.

Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants, 2: Uncertain Destinations

3: Eat Your Heart

“Well,” Bela says, only moderately sounding hostile, “I do believe that marks the end of our tour. Unless you would like to see the dungeons? Perhaps get a proper look at where you might end up, hmm?” Resisting the urge to roll your eyes is more difficult than you would have preferred. Somehow you manage, though, and reply in a relatively relaxed tone.

“I think I’ll have to pass. After all, I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, now would I?” You incline your head towards a nearby clock to emphasize your point. For a split second Bela seems surprised, as if she hadn’t been keeping track of time at all. But the look vanishes as quickly as it came about, soon replaced with a calculating gaze, and she gives a short nod. “Is it safe to assume that you eat together, as a family?” Another nod, this time accompanied by a small look of confusion. “Mmm, sounds wonderful. It’s been far too long since I’ve shared a nice family meal.”

That certainly wasn’t what Bela had expected you to say.

“Oh? I do hope that you can stomach the sight of blood, then. Otherwise it might not feel so nice,” she replies, after a slight pause. Her earlier confidence had returned, further bolstered by the resulting giggles from her sisters. They were a chaotic bunch. Regardless, Bela soon takes your wrist in her hand, pulling you towards the dining room, grip only tight enough to be slightly uncomfortable. Both of her siblings followed closely behind, occasionally whispering unintelligible jokes to one another. One in particular leaves Daniela pausing in the hallway, hunched over laughing, with an unnerving edge of something else you couldn’t quite place. A backwards glance in her direction leads you to make eye contact with Cassandra, who gives you a knowing smirk. Deciding that you didn’t want to know what she had said, you turned back towards Bela, and stayed facing that way until you reached the dining hall.

Inside, Alcina was already sitting at the head of the table, in a chair that would have seemed a throne to anyone else. On either side of her are two more seats, far less ornate than her own. For a moment the sisters and you hesitate in the entranceway. Evidently they weren’t accustomed to this particular arrangement, unsure where to sit. It’s not until Bela clears her throat that Alcina speaks up.

“On my left, dear,” she says, eying her eldest daughter, before turning to you. “You may sit to my right. I trust that you’ll find this agreeable?” Well, you weren’t exactly about to argue with her, so yes, you found it agreeable. Even if it meant sitting across from the more ‘direct’ member of your opposition. Though perhaps ‘judge’ and/or ‘jury’ was a better word for the Dimitrescu daughters. Regardless, you were going to have to sit with them, and in the end it hardly mattered who was where. As such, you semi-awkwardly made your way to your seat, hoping that you’d eventually feel less out of place. Soon enough Cassandra takes the spot next to you, giving you a concerning smirk as she does. What did she have planned? Before you can even contemplate her intentions, her mother is talking again, drawing both of your attention towards herself. “Splendid. I’m glad to see that you’re already finding your place here.”

It’s not hard, you think, when you’re directing my every step. Despite your biting internal commentary, you do not speak out loud, merely giving a polite smile and nod. Across from you, Bela gives her mother an affectionate expression before fixing you with a subtle disapproving look. Taking some small comfort in the fact that she wasn’t being openly hostile, you forced yourself to keep smiling, meeting her gaze with as much confidence as you can muster. Within moments both of you have your attention drawn elsewhere, thankfully, as servants begin carrying in various food platters. Most of the dishes appeared to be perfectly normal. But looks could be deceiving, and you knew that at least a handful had to contain less “traditional” ingredients. They remembered to cook something normal for me, right?

Soon enough your fears are somewhat alleviated, as one of the servants places an already filled plate in front of you. Admittedly you don’t recognize xer, despite xer oddly silver hair, or the red bandana xe wore. Something told you that xe wasn’t just another maiden, however, especially with the way xe brazenly made eye contact with each of the Dimitrescus. Before you could inquire about xer, you’re distracted by the arrival of Juniper, who instantly smiles when she sees you. In her arms she carries the last two side dishes and several empty plates, which the unknown servant gently takes from her. Together the two of them set the final items into place. Wordlessly, the grey-haired person removes a notebook from xer back pocket, handing it to Juniper with the barest sliver of a smile. Clearly having done this more than once, she accepts it readily, opening it to a bookmarked page.

“My Ladies, and our dearest, most esteemed guest, I present to you another fine selection of traditional Romanian dishes, for your sincere enjoyment. Today we will be drinking one of our more popular styles of wine, known as Febris Amatoria, meaning ‘fever of love’ in Latin,” she reads, only somewhat shakily. Next to her, the stranger inclines xer head to your employers, then does the same to you. At this point you have to assume that xe doesn’t speak, and that Juniper was serving as a translator of sorts. “Due to the unexpected nature of our guest, the dishes are not clearly marked in regards to their ingredients. You have my- as in Mx Caldwell- assurance that this will be handled by the next standard mealtime, where the shared dishes will be color coded. In the meantime, I- again, Mx Caldwell- will remain here, in order to prevent any… unintentional ingestion of human remains.” Gulping, Juniper returns the notebook to the stranger (Caldwell, apparently), then exits the room alongside the other servants.

“Isn’t Febris Amatoria also another name for a type of anemia?” Bela asks, slowly swirling the contents of her glass as she does. Caldwell, who had moved to stand several feet behind Alcina, gives a nod in response, and appears mildly amused.

“A clever allusion to our family’s nature, isn’t it? I know Daniela has certainly drained a number of ‘lovers’ over the years, perhaps causing a case or two,” Cassandra teases, much to her younger sister’s irritation. Personally you were surprised that she was willing to admit such a thing in front of her mother. Unless you were reading too much into the word ‘lovers’, due to the rumors you had heard regarding Lady Daniela. Nonetheless, the Lady in question is aggravated enough to sit up, looking ready to lunge across the table at Cassandra. As soon as Daniela moves (with frightening speed), her sister easily catches her wrist, using her other hand to wave a finger back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah, Dani, we have a guest. Do try to behave yourself.”

“Oh, because you’re the epitome of table manners? I’m amazed you haven’t already managed to spill wine all over your dress,” Daniela counters, before ripping her arm away from Cassandra. They both huff, but are quick to quiet down when their mother sends them a look. “Dinner looks delectable, as usual, Ava,” Daniela continues, after clearing her throat, accentuating the end of her sentence with a gesture of her wine glass. Then she takes a long drink from it, perhaps thinking that a little intoxication might make the evening easier to get through. Deciding that maybe she had the right idea, you take a sip from your own glass, relishing the subtle hint of lavender.

In the minutes that follow, things slide into easy comfort. Caldwell once more moves closer to the table, helping pass along side-dishes from person to person, quietly pointing out which ones you could safely consume, occasionally chuckling in response to the jokes that the daughters shared. A strange warmth built itself up within the center of your chest, heart yearning for age-old memories of your own family. Three months had passed since the last time you felt this way. Really, it felt so much like family that you didn’t catch the way Cassandra’s lips twitched into a smirk, or the way she met Bela’s gaze, or the way she pushed a dish just a tad further towards you than necessary. All it had taken was a single second of your gaze turned elsewhere… then you were reaching for the castle’s special variety of forbidden fruit.

“Ayye, nyet, nyet!” Caldwell snaps, voice oddly strained, hand wrapping around your wrist in an instant. All eyes are on you now, though Alcina’s soon flicker over to the servant. “Cass. Bad girl,” xe continues, going so far as to shake xer finger disapprovingly. Understandably, you’re rather shocked to see a butler be so bold with someone so dangerous. Even more shocking is the way that Cassandra backs down without a hint of a fight, refusing to meet her mother’s steely gaze, not even pretending that she hadn’t attempted to trick you. Satisfied with this outcome, Caldwell wordlessly fades back into the background.

Although you had almost committed an unwilling act of cannibalism, you managed to slowly relax again, content to listen in on (but not participate in) the conversations around you. ‘Twas somewhat awkward, admittedly, to be the odd one out in a family so close. Yet a part of you had gained a new sense of hope by meeting Caldwell. After all, if a human such as xerself could become so close as to chastise Cassandra of all people, why couldn’t you?

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“Once again, I would like to… apologize, on behalf of my daughters,” Alcina says, rather softly, still keeping a gentle hand on your back to guide you along. “I must admit, I do not wish to dwell on what might have happened if not for Avaskian.”

“Believe it or not, I think I actually understand where they’re coming from. Though, of course, I am also grateful for Caldwell’s intervention. But really… your family has been together for several decades now, right? Any addition is guaranteed to stir things up,” you respond with a shrug. “Besides, I’m more than aware that I don’t exactly stand at the same level as your other romantic interest.” Suddenly both of you are halting in the middle of the hallway, unable to meet each other’s gaze, regret rumbling like butterflies in your stomach. You hadn’t intended to bring up your soulmate’s somewhat obvious affections for Mother Miranda.

“Hmm. So you are… aware of that,” Alcina murmurs, finally turning her head to look down at you. There’s no small amount of pain in her eyes, though you can tell she’s holding as much of it in as possible. “I would prefer it if we did not speak of this. I do hope you have no qualms with that.” For once, there is no hint of force or commanding edge to her tone. For once, she is letting you act as an equal, the first step towards actually accepting your role as her soulmate. It’s enough to make the corners of your lips turn up, if only for a moment.

“Alcina… I understand. I merely want to say that it won’t affect how I feel, or how I act. Love is a blessing, even when it ends in pain. I… have loved before. People whom I will never see again, people who never felt the same way, and maybe people who I really only thought that I loved. I’m trying to think of those experiences as lessons. Situations that taught me something about myself, or about what love is, that I can keep in mind and use going forward. Just as I promised to your daughters, I will try to love you. I will give you an honest chance, regardless of our past circumstances. Because we’re soulmates. Because this is the world offering us a shot at something amazing, and I’m not about to give that up,” you explain, placing one of your hands in Alcina’s. For a moment there’s silence, but you see both surprise and happiness in her expression. Still, there’s a hint of tension remaining in the air, so you do your best to dispel it. “Also your daughters threatened to kill me if I didn’t, and I’d hate to perish before lasting a full year here. I heard a rumor that one of the senior staff members makes cards to celebrate.”

Next thing you know, you’re hearing a beautiful sound, a light, genuine laugh from Alcina, who all at once releases the tension in her shoulders.

“Yes, I do believe Ava, or Caldwell as you said, still makes those. Always with strange little drawings of felines…” She trails off, voice fading into another chuckle, before at last resuming her walk, never letting go of your hand. “As much as I have enjoyed our chat, I do believe it is about time that I retire for the night. We will see each other once more in the morning. For now, I bid you goodnight. Sleep well, my dear.” With that, the two of you arrive at the entrance to the servants’ quarters, and you find just enough courage to bring her hand to your lips, for a brief kiss.

“Goodnight, Lady Alcina. May your dreams be as sweet as your company.”