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flowerandblood · 6 months

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The Man in the Black Gloves

[ Amor • Aemond x Psyche • female ]

[ warnings: public sex, fingering, smut, angst, threats, sexual tension, domination, violence, mention of the murder ]

[ description: After she is attacked in a fair by a strange man and narrowly avoids death, her father the king decides that from now on she will be watched over by one of his ‘ghosts’, a assassin acting on his orders, wearing a black mask. The man follows her like a shadow, accompanied by their past, which keeps her awake at night. Gothic horror love story, angst, sexual tension, very dark Aemond. ]

This story is several requests combined into one: sworn protector x female; Amor x Psyche; Phantom of the Opera! Aemond x female. I took the liberty of creating a completely new story from this, having only elements of each of these requests.

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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Although the thought of marriage and motherhood had terrified her before her father's death, now, being married at last and hoping to become the mother of her husband-king's children, she understood that it was all just a matter of the person she was to spend her life with.

Her husband, though terrifying and cruel, understood his duty as a husband and as a lover and fulfilled them to the best of his ability. She did not expect sweet words or confessions from him, knowing that they were not in his nature, however, he showed his affection to her in a different way.

Through his actions.

When that insolent woman dared to suggest that she become her husband's mistress in the future, that she would bear his child, she felt disbelief and a sense of betrayal spill over her insides.

She clenched her lips, trying with all her might to hold back the tears of humiliation that appeared under her eyelids.

How dare she?

"Hold her." She heard her husband's cold voice and saw him stand from his throne with a sudden, impatient movement.

"− give me your sword −" He said to Ser Criston in an unobjectionable voice − his guards grabbed the woman under her arms and forced her to kneel before them. She noticed with satisfaction that there was no longer a trace of the certainty of a moment ago on her face.

Her husband was unpredictable, burning like a fire that could not be tamed.

Anyone who tried was doomed to burn.

She listened to her desperate explanations with her lips clenched, pale, begging in her mind that her husband would not change his mind, that he would not let her go after what she had said, allowing her to leave a scar in her heart forever.

The thought that one day they would meet again without her knowledge and her prediction would come true.

A great uproar spread around them, people shouting at each other, until suddenly a blade swished swiftly in front of her − the woman who had just stood before them was deprived of her head, which rolled down the stairs to the stone floor with a thud.

"Her every breath would be an insult to my Queen. Let this be a lesson to anyone who tries to plot against her. Guards, lock Lord Ronwell in the dungeons until she decides what to do with him." He said lowly, with some kind of regret towards himself for allowing such a situation to happen.

He looked at her with a calmness in his eye, a conviction that he had done the right thing, that whatever this woman had predicted would never come true.

Once again, he made her feel an overwhelming sense of relief, like when she saw her mother and learned that she was alive.

She thought, looking at him with parted lips, feeling sweet throbbing between her thighs, that she would give him everything, would drown with him in her blood, would not let him carry the burden of this sin alone.

He did it for her.

Never before had she come as hard as she had that evening, feeling the tart taste of blood in her mouth as he slammed into her with quick, brutal thrusts of his hips, stretching her weeping cunt with his fat, swollen cock, aroused as much as she was.

She couldn't even remember when she reached her peak, feeling that she almost screamed with pleasure along with him.

She sighed quietly as she felt his hot seed finally spill inside her, feeling only fulfilment, only peace.

"− good gods − are you all right? −" He asked uncertainly, horrified surely as she was at how brutal and sacrilegious this closeness was.

She felt ashamed at the thought that she hadn't been this relaxed in a long time.

She heard him sigh out loud as she nodded her head, his large, rough hand stroking lightly her soft buttock.

"Let's take a bath." He suggested and she nodded again, completely without strength.

They undressed slowly when they were left alone with the steaming tub filled with pleasantly warm water. She dipped her feet into it first and then sat between his legs, resting her wet back against his chest, laying her head on his shoulder. She heard him hum quietly, feeling his fingers combing through her hair in a tender gesture.

They lay like this in silence, calming down at last, fingertips of his free hand trailing thoughtfully over her bare body making her feel goosebumps.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked her suddenly, startling her completely − his voice quiet and uncertain, on the verge of a whisper.

She lifted her face higher, twisting with a quiet splash of water, wanting to look at him, raising her fingers to his cheek and running them over his skin.

"No." She replied softly, warmly, his hand combing through her hair with a light, musing gesture.

"I tried to kill you." He said lowly, as if merely stating a fact that he felt should concern her.

"Then why am I still alive?" She asked tracing her fingers along his chin, cupping her nose against his cheek. She heard him snort under his breath.

She didn't have to look at him to know that an amused grin was painted on his face.

She felt his hand trace a circle over her lower abdomen, massaging her warm skin under the water, knowing that all he was thinking now was the fact that she was filled with his spend.

Neither of them said anything more.

They conveyed most of the things to each other without words. She felt that he was able to express more with his hands than with his mouth, his fingers combing through her hair, stroking her naked body at night showing her what he felt, what he desired.

They both knew how empty and worthless words could be.

After what had happened to Alys Rivers, no woman dared to even attempt to come close to her husband anymore. She decided to show mercy to the lord who had brought her before them and was plotting against her, knowing that if her husband killed him, his whole family would turn against him.

She knew that the whole court had witnessed what would befall those who would try to come between them.

She found with amusement that they did not understand where their attachment and affection came from, thinking that it had a purely physical undertone that could always pass when someone more beautiful or more tempting appeared on the horizon.

Their marriage, however, was primarily based on how deeply they were bonded by their pasts, how they experienced things similarly, sunk in darkness, coming out at night to haunt the castle's inhabitants like ghosts.

She had the impression that there was a disturbing aura around them, that people feared them not only because of their power, but also because of that hint of madness they saw in their eyes.

After a time of war and unrest, her husband's lords advised him to take advantage of the fact that the new year was approaching, to use the date as a break from the past and to allow celebrations in the fortress as well as throughout the kingdom.

"Do you think it's appropriate? To hold a carnival and balls for chattels and drunkard lords?" He asked, sitting stretched out in his chair, obviously unconvinced by the idea, yet realising that his cool nature may have overlooked some of his subjects' needs, which did not mean that they were not important.

"The people have at last regained their King, peace has prevailed. Even though you won't do it, they want to move on and forget what happened eight years ago, begin again. Let them enjoy themselves, give them a day full of wine, bread and dances, let them decorate their town and enjoy themselves as they wish." She said softly, looking at him with a gentle gaze. He sighed heavily, massaging his forehead with his hand.

"Am I supposed to sit for hours behind a table and watch them make fools of themselves?" He asked impatiently, and she pressed her lips together, approaching him slowly with the quiet rustling of her gown.

"Arrange for it to be a masked ball. Let's blend in with the crowd. Don't we also have reason to celebrate, my husband?"

To her surprise, after much thought, he agreed to her proposal. His lords accepted his decision with relief, themselves apparently looking for an opportunity at long last to get out of the stress and sacrifice they had put in to help him regain his throne.

None of them told each other what they would wear or when they would appear in the throne room, recognising that it would spoil everything. She ordered that a matte, soft black gown be prepared for her, with a cut neckline with exposed shoulders and back, bold and unworthy of a queen or true lady.

She wore a black mask over her face, sheathed in a material identical to that of her gown, her dark hair loose. She did not put on any jewellery − she liked the simplicity and at the same time shamelessness of this attire.

She thought that this night she was not a Queen, she was not a lady but a shadow, a phantom, a mist, something intangible, something she had always wanted to be.

As she left her chamber she was immediately struck by the sounds of violin and flute music, loud conversations and laughter. She turned into the corridor and noticed hundreds of people discussing with each other, each of them disguised, masks over their faces.

She noted with satisfaction that no one bowed to her, that no one paid any attention to her, that she was like air.

She felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, a sense of empowerment and impunity at the same time.

She stepped into the main hall, which was the throne room, looking at the couples dancing in the centre of it − lovers for just one night pressed their bodies close to the walls, enjoying the time they were given as best they could, knowing that tomorrow they would have to return to their husbands and wives.

They all had goblets filled to the brim with wine − she could smell the roasts, soups and breads from the tables around her.

It seemed to her that she had joined some temple of promiscuity and splendour, her heart pounding like mad.

She walked unhurriedly among the crowds of people, gazing intently at their fanciful costumes, eavesdropping on their conversations, listening with amusement as the apparent anonymity gave the court's inhabitants the courage to speak their minds about her and her husband.

"I once passed by our King's chambers at night. There were such noises coming from it that I thought they were both dying in agony." Said a woman with light hair pinned up in a bun, her mask and gown blue, adorned with gold threads.

"She is a witch. As a traitor's daughter, she certainly has her ways of deceiving the King's mind." The other woman, younger, replied − she seemed to recognise in her the daughter of one of the lords who had strenuously tried for weeks to stumble upon her husband in the crown's library, wishing to seduce him.

"They are both mad." She hummed to them with amusement, and saw that they looked at her, trying in the semi-darkness to recognise who she might have been, but she did not let them stare at her and moved on, looking thoughtfully at the dancing pairs.

She was surprised to hear someone moaning behind her, and spotted a couple who were clearly just having a rapture with each other − both of them pressed up against the wall, hidden in the shadows, apparently hoping that no one would interrupt their obviously wonderful delight.

She smiled under her breath, turning her face away − she felt a throbbing between her thighs at the thought that her husband might take her in the same way this evening, in front of everyone.

She almost laughed at the thought that perhaps these prudish ladies would recognise them and their moans.

"My Lady." She shuddered when heard someone whisper behind her, masculine and low, pleasantly throaty. She did not turn towards him, looking ahead.

"You caught my attention right away. That beautiful back." The man muttered, running his fingers over her exposed skin − she felt a pleasant shiver, but did not bestow a single glance on him.

"I have to dance with you, my Lady, because I swear I'm going to lose my mind."

She lifted her chin higher and hummed, considering his words.

"We have enough madness in this stronghold so I am afraid I must prevent your downfall and agree, my Lord." She said, extending her hand to him − he took it respectfully and led her towards the spinning pairs.

She hadn't done it for months and never in this way and this man, whoever he was, was an excellent dancer.

He dared to shamelessly place his hand on her bare back and only then did she lift her warning gaze to him; his hair was dark and curly, reaching his shoulders, he was well built and tall.

She saw that he parted his lips when he saw a small part of her face, her eyes, lips and chin emerging from under her black mask, looking at her as if his breath had been taken away.

"Tell me you don't have a husband." He choked out between one turn and the next, their hands meeting in another movement.

"I have a husband, my Lord, and I am a faithful wife." She said softly − the man licked his lower lip, leaning over her, only to take a few steps away from her, their hands touching again.

"Is that so?" He murmured defiantly, and she smiled, amused, feeling herself throbbing at the thought that her king, her husband might have just watched her from afar, might have recognised her, might have been furious with jealousy.

That he might have wanted to kill this brazen man.

"Mmm. I would be careful if I were you, my Lord. My husband is dangerous. He is a breathing death." She whispered, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart at that thought, feeling with excitement that she was wet, her fleshy walls pulsing around nothing.

"I don't fear death. What I fear for is that I will never see you again." He said when the music ended, applause echoed around them, even though he should have done so, he didn't let go of her hand.

"You can be sure of that." She hummed with amusement, taking her hand and turning away from him, disappearing into the crowd.

She heard his desperate calls behind her and laughed, feeling like a mermaid who was leading an innocent young man to be devoured by a monster.

She was hot and walked over to the table to pour herself some wine, however the steel gilded jug was heavy and she had trouble lifting it. She shuddered and gasped when someone stopped right behind her, a large hand dressed in a black leather glove took it from her and filled her goblet halfway.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my Lady?" She heard a cold, deep, familiar voice behind her, a powerful shiver of desire passed through her − she involuntarily parted her lips feeling the unbearable pulsing of her walls and lifted her cup to her lips, taking a deep sip from it.

"Yes, my Lord." She replied innocently, feeling his hot breath on her neck, his dark, dangerous, sinister aura.

"Dance with me."

She felt her heart stop for a moment and swallowed loudly, turning over her shoulder.

A tear-stained mask on his face, a hood on his head.

He looked like one of her father's ghosts.

Vhagar.

He held out his hand to her and she placed hers on it, allowing him to guide her between the couples spinning to the rhythm of the music.

She felt stunned by his scent and his presence − if a moment ago she had been a cruel siren longing to devour, now she longed to be devoured, wanted to burn in the fire of his wrath, to die in the embrace of his arms if that was his wish.

As they made a turn their hands clasped tightly over their bodies; they were far too close to each other to consider their dance decent, however this night no one paid any attention to such things, his gaze from under the transparent black material cold and distant.

"Do you enjoy balancing on the edge of life and death, my Lady?" He asked low, his voice like ice, like a sharp blade − her pink lips swollen with desire parted slightly, droplets of sweat on her bare arms as they spun around each other, their hands touching.

"Yes." She whispered and heard him hum, as if he accepted her answer.

She felt overwhelmed, at the same time knowing who was behind the mask, yet being able to pretend that it was a complete stranger, a phantom who wanted to kill her, rip her entrails apart.

They didn't take their eyes off each other for the entire dance − there was something sensual in their movements, his gloved hand barely touching her bare back, she felt like she was about to die of lust.

She wanted him to do this to her, and he knew it, he could see it in her eyes.

When the music silenced they bowed to each other. She immediately headed towards the crowd, glancing at him meaningfully over her shoulder, watching to see if he would follow her. She stopped only at the wall, with nowhere else to go, her face illuminated only by the flame of a torch hanging nearby.

He walked towards her with a calm, lazy, firm step, like an executioner, like a judge, like a sentence to be imposed on her. She moaned as he turned her violently towards the wall, immediately pushing against her, she felt his hardness pressed against her buttocks.

"Whore." He hissed, she parted her lips and mewled, feeling her moist core throb around nothing, her cheek pressed against the wall, her fingers clenched helplessly on the cold stone.

She heard him pull off his gloves and throw them on the floor − one of his hands grabbed her neck and forced her to arch back and buck up, the other with an impatient, rough movement lifted the material of her gown at the front, slipping immediately between her thighs, they both groaned low with pleasure when he felt how wet she was.

"− what happened here? − hm? − fuck − all sticky −" He breathed out between her helpless, sweet moans, his fingertips spreading her moisture all over her womanhood, digging deeply into her skin around her pearl, teasing her with circular, sure strokes, involuntarily her hips began to rub against his hard cock hidden in his breeches behind her.

"− oh − oh gods, yes −" She mumbled dulled by how pleasurable it was − she heard him chuckle lowly behind her, his other hand clasped tighter around her neck. She squirmed as his finger tentatively slid inside her, only teasing her slit.

"− look at him − look at him when you fuck yourself with my fingers −" He growled and she obeyed his command, looking at the man who only a moment ago was ready to ask her to marry him − he stood in the distance looking at them in disbelief, his lips slightly parted.

She moaned, responding with her hips to his strokes when she realised that he must have imagined he was in the place of that black hooded figure standing behind her.

"− does your husband fuck you too rarely? − doesn't he stretch you well with his cock? − hm? −" He snarled, sliding his finger in and out deeper and deeper, pressing and rubbing again and again the wonderful spot hidden between her fleshy walls.

"− I − mghmm −" She mumbled out feeling that she was about to come, panting loudly along with him, his hips rubbing aggressively against her buttocks.

"− let's show him what duty a husband has to his wife −" He exhaled, sliding his finger out of her, his hand wet with her juices lifted her gown up.

She felt a chill wash over her exposed buttocks − there was music and loud conversations all around them, everyone could see what they were doing and although they weren't the only ones, the thought that it was happening right now and this way, made her legs tremble.

She heard him quickly undo the clasp of his coat, covering her with his body, not allowing anyone but him to see her womanhood, all swollen and wet with her moisture. She squirmed when she felt his freed, hard erection hit her bare skin, his fingers spreading her folds before him as the fat head of his cock pressed against her slit from below.

He opened her wide with one simple, sharp thrust, slamming into her like mad, his hand clamped around her neck forcing her to lean back more − she could feel his hot breath against her ear despite his mask.

"− look at him − he's fucking himself with his hand while looking at my wife − at my − fucking − wife −" He growled sinisterly, infuriated, rooting into her quickly and brutally, with each thrust of his hips forcing her sore, fleshy muscles to barely fit him in, his thick, swollen cock rubbing her so wonderfully that a cry broke from her lips − even if she wanted to she couldn't see anyone anymore, her gaze and mind clouded from pleasure.

"− you know he's already dead, don't you? − ah − would you want him to touch you before he died? − for him to root his cock deep inside you just for once? −" He hissed out between aggressive, deep thrusts, pounding into her with a loud slapping of flesh against flesh, both of them panting desperately, her body responding to his every move with rocking her hips.

"− n-no − your seed − I want it inside me −" She babbled with difficulty between her whimpers and his thrusts from which her whole body trembled − she heard his low groan of surprise and delight, his cock throbbing hard inside her, feeling her walls clench around him greedily.

"− beg − fucking beg −" He growled pounding it into her so hard that her pleasure was on the verge of pain − she cried out loudly sensing that a few more of his movements and she would come, feeling that wonderful tickle in her lower abdomen every time the tip of his cock rubbed against her upper wall again.

"− please − please, husband, have mercy − fill your faithful wife −" She mewled pleadingly, despairingly, pathetically, thinking only of the fact that she wanted him to come inside her, that she wanted to feel his spend trickling down her thighs when she looked again at this insolent man.

"− faithful? − you let him touch you − your bare skin that belongs to me − fuck − you don't deserve this grace −" He mocked licking his lips loudly, his thighs slapping against her buttocks with a loud click of her wetness with each ruthless thrust of his hips.

"− p-please − oh − oh gods, m close −" She mumbled out in delight and parted her lips in shock as a powerful wave of pleasure surged through her body again, again and again.

She clenched her eyes shut moaning shamelessly − she heard him gasp lowly, pounding into her faster, panting heavily, his cock twitching all over inside her.

"− fucking take it − take it-take it-take it −" He growled rooting it into her so hard that her throbbing walls forced him to let go and at last he filled her with himself with a sigh of relief, rocking his hips inside her for a while longer, several couples standing near them looked at them in disbelief.

She squirmed with despair when she felt him slide out of her − he tied his breeches quickly and lowered her gown with an impatient flick of his hand, covering her buttocks and thighs where his seed was trickling down. She saw out of the corner of her eye that he had moved forward, between the crowd.

She sank to the floor, panting heavily, her face hot from the exertion huddled against the cold wall, her heart pounding like mad.

She saw that those around her were looking at her and she wondered if they recognised her.

After a moment, she rose as if nothing had happened and moved towards her husband's chamber, stepping inside without a word, slipping her black gown off her shoulders, lying on his bed with only her black mask over her face, her thighs sticky from their mingled moisture.

She lay in the dim candlelight as he stepped into his chamber − her attention immediately drawn to the fact that he had no mask, his hood slipped from his head, his hands all covered in blood.

With a calm, nonchalant movement, he approached the table and undid the buckles of his cloak, dropping it to the ground, sinking his hands into a bowl of water, washing them thoroughly of the sticky red.

"Has my wife enjoyed her evening?"

"Yes, my King." She whispered softly, lying on her back, one of her legs bent at the knee swinging slightly from side to side, her hands placed on either side of her head.

"Mmm."

"I warned him that I have a husband and that I am an obedient, faithful wife. That this was the last day of his life. But he didn't listen." She whispered, looking at him with her lips slightly parted, knowing that they were both mad, that she shouldn't feel such heat at the thought that he was so sickly jealous of her.

And yet.

"Mmm, no need to fret about it anymore, my love. He will never bother you again."

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I Got You, Little Wolf (Reader x Tywin)

Look man I did my best for this so please cut me some slack, I really do hope you guys like it cause I went through a writers block while trying to do it.

“You are a stark, that’s all that matters to me”

“Father said you were also a soldier, the only woman he is afraid of when she is around sharp objects”

“Good, your father needs to be afraid of something”

“You always speak of the north yet you never say why you came here”

“I was a prisoner sweet boy, I was brought in front of you father by a guard who dragged me in the castle”

“What?”

“Allow me to explain my little wolf”

“Let me go you bastard”

The hound ignored the girls empty threats as he held on to her upper arm with an iron grip before he left her to crumble at the floor in front of the king and queen mother. (Y/n) lifted herself up to get on her feet, her hands were tied with a rope already bruising her wrists, still (y/n)s eyes burned with anger as she viewed the young boy that sat on the throne in an arrogant manner.

“There she is, the young wolf, (y/n) stark the twin of robb”

“Did you drag me here to show you know my family history line or are you just surprised you can remember stuff?”

“How dare you speak to your king like that”

“The north knows no king expect the king of the north, my family that you slaughtered”

She spat back, she herself was even surprised they brought her here before they execute her like they did her father, she had made peace with dying when she saw her twin brother lay dead at his own wedding, however she would not go down without giving them a piece of her mind.

“Your treacherous family betrayed my father and you were stupid enough to think you could go against us”

“Were you dropped on your head as a child? Cause certainly there is no way you actually believe that you are so invisible because your fat ass sits on a big chair, useless little boy”

“You will pay for this you bitch”

Joffrey marched at the girl to strike her in his mind he wanted to teach her a lesson for her insults, he had not gotten far when he got interrupted by the doors agape revealing his grandfather, the hand of the king.

Tywin took a few steps and investigated the scene, it seemed like the stark had already caused a stir, her dress was tarnished and she was in much need of a proper bath, mud or smoke staining her skin, what he also noticed was that the stark showed no signs of fear, she held eye contact with the old lion with her back straight in perfect line.

The moment that Tywin came close her face scowled with hatred, Tywin could not remember the last time someone showed their true feelings towards him, it was almost refreshing to see.

“The young wolf in chains, what a glorious sight”

“I am glad you find this entertaining old man”

“Careful now, that is not a way to speak to your future lord husband”

“What?”

Joffrey and (y/n) said in unison. Tywin remained stoic as usual, foolishly and arrogantly Tywin moved his hand up to touch her chin only for him to quickly retreat it to protect his finger from (y/n)s teeth, the wretched Stark tried to bite him. The room roared with Tywins laughter, Joffrey shared a look of worry with his mother, neither Cersei or Joffrey had seen him laugh like this.

“You don’t only bark but you also bite, such a clever girl, you will make a wonderful lady of the rock”

“I would rather pull out my own womb and eat it than marry a Lannister”

“I am afraid you have no choice, marry or die along with your sisters, you may not care about your life but do you really want your sisters to come with you?”

Like most tales start, the princess was locked in a tower, sadly the Prince Charming was nowhere near and the monster -in this case the lion- would be taking his place. The fury in her burned her chest, she had tried everything, restrain from eating, threatening to jump off the tower, attack the guards, Tywin was always one step ahead.

Although the lord hand was smart, he was not a woman, to be a woman meant you had the natural skill of landing jabs under the belt, jabs that a man would never consider still they were the ones that hurt the most.

(Y/n) was seen smiling bright at their wedding ceremony, guzzling wine and dancing with every lord that had thrown themselves to dance with the young she-wolf, the dress was an excellent choice and in combination with her hair she looked like the embodiment of a fairytale.

Tywin could not believe his eyes, the girl had offered her time and smiled to every lord except her, he was ready to drag her out of here in front of everyone when the insufferable littlefinger lifted her up in the air by the waist, the bride wooed at the gesture, she was even seen blushing.

Luckily for Tywin, Cersei had stepped up to the Stark girl, interrupting her dance to talk to her new stepmother, a word Cersei would rather cut her tongue herself than say.

“Lady (y/n), welcome to our family, as a stark I would like to know what it is like to be married to a lion?”

“Unnecessary and oddly boring, wolves prefer to stick with their own”

She replied without even sparing a peep at Cersei which infuriated the queen mother, how dare she face the queen mother with such dismissive demeanour

It was bad enough that her father allowed the bitch to live now she took her late mothers place, her new step mother could be her daughter, Cersei always admired her father still she could not wrap her head around the motive behind it.

“I believe it is time for us to go”

“You may go, I wish to stay”

Tywin had allowed her temper to somewhat unleash when it came to Joffrey or Cersei, anyone but him, now his lady wife was dangerously stretching the rope, to play with a lion was as safe as jumping over a fire, he had already extended his kindness by just seeking her out to the dance floor after countless hours and numerous lords being able to touch her, he would not turn a blind eye when she disrespected him further.

(Y/n) yelped when Tywin latched his hand around her bicep as discreetly as possible to force her into walking out by herself, give her the option of keeping her dignity instead of acting the way he truly wanted, she stumbled at first firstly because she was distracted and the other reason was that she had gotten drunk by downing all the goblets of wine she could find since she started getting dressed.

The moment (Y/n) was safely tucked away from the prude eyes of Westeros she protested only to be met by Tywin throwing her over his shoulder, she whined at the impact of her stomach landing on the man’s shoulder with enough force to cause some bruises, quickly the pain was replaced with embarrassment, her face turned as red as roses when she saw servants scurry away while giggling.

“Put me down you old bastard”

She was only met with a smack across her bottom to silence her, instead it caused her irritation to grow, her solution was to start banging the mans back as hard as she possibly could.

Tywin basically threw her across his bed, what he did not expect was for (y/n) to be so quick on her feet and slap him across the face, she was strong enough to make his head turn from the impact, not strong enough to cause more than a decent sting.

(Y/n) rose up to attack Tywin once more, unfortunately for her Tywin was a skilled warrior, he caught her arms and forced her to lay on the bed by putting half of his weight on her.

“I should cut your tongue for that”

(Y/n)s response was to spit on the man’ face, for a split second he considered throwing her to the lions, he resorted with grabbing her by the waist with his one arm and a fistful of hair with the other with her back to his chest.

“Why the hostility little wolf? I offer you a slice of heaven and you throw it back in my face”

“What part of this resembles heaven to you?”

“Our children will rule winterfell, you are the heir of the north, if you kill me war will ensue but if you lean on me and I swear together we’ll prevail”

Winterfell, home. The words made circles in her head as her legs gave up, Tywin slowly let her touch the ground as his hand was still around and the once forceful grip on her hair had gone to a gentle caress of her locks, he had heard of the young wolfs beauty along with her bravery, at the time he had dismissed it, once he heard her bark at Joffrey an act that no one seemed to have the balls to do.

He was mesmerised, such a pretty little thing, the courage she held within her could burn all the seven kingdoms, anyone that had her by her side would be considered lucky, it was at that time that he thought of a wedding with her.

“I got you little wolf”

Call it stupidity or an urge to find home within strangers or just an act of drunkness. (Y/n) peered at the man that held her with such softness, the anger disappeared and tiredness of fighting, of surviving took its place in her heart, she needed to rest, to feel protected.

It had been the first time in years that Tywin was caught off guard by somebody, when (y/n) landed her lips on him he felt like he was thrown into a cold river from the shock, he quickly recovered to respond to her hesitant kiss while he laid her on the ground, Tywin was not known for his patience so it was only natural from him to take out his dagger and rip the gown right in the middle, leaving (y/n)s body exposed.

Tywin caressed her breasts with his fingertips, astonished at how perfect she was, any man would dream of laying with a woman like her, viewing her biting her lip when her hand found his shirt to pull him to her almost felt like he was just dreaming.

They laid on the floor all night, the stark was truly was a starving wolf in all her glory, her thirst and stamina were endless, he had thought she would want to take things at a slow pace, he had been corrected, her temper slowly creeped in as she became rough by the minute.

Tywin relished her when she took the upper hand, she was a delight to watch, listening to her cries of desires aroused him even more, she devoured the man until he had to physically force her to stop, he was certain anyone within the castle would listen to the girls groans and moans of pleasure.

“Oh there she is the beautiful lady of the rock”

A young girl approached (y/n) when she sat at the table for breakfast near the garden, to step foot outside your doorstep in the north meant you would have to wear layers of fur, here she could at least enjoy the rays of sunshine with only a light dress.

“It is an honour to meet you lady (y/n), I am margaery tyrell”

“I have heard of you lady margaery, the lady of the roses, it is nice to see another woman close to my age here in the castle”

(Y/n) had waited for the moment she could throw her young age in Cerseis face, her new step daughter was a few steps behind Margaery, the Lannister responded with a tight lipped smile with internal curses directed to (y/n), she was the wife of her father and as powerful as she thought of herself the stark was under the only person Cersei feared, her father.

“Would you mind if I joined you for breakfast?”

“I could use the company, please have a seat, both of you”

The Tyrell girl moved her chair so she can find a seat right next to the new Lannister lady, Margaery expected her to be cheerful especially after the whispers of the couples antics were the servants found the bed covers on the floor, ripped clothing and a dagger laying near by, along with some splashes of blood on the carpet instead of the mattress.

(Y/n) wanted to smash her head against the wall, the wine sounded like a good choice at the time, now her mind was pulsating from sleeping just for a couple of hours, Cersei took the time that (y/n) rubbed her temples with her fingers to examine her.

(Y/n) looked exhausted, she had shrunk in her seat and had even brought her legs up to her chest to shrivel up some more, Cersei never thought she would see the day were another woman made her uncomfortable, the adventurous of her fathers consummated marriage had reached her ears the minute she had gotten out of her bed, she had to hold herself from throwing up at the thought of her father bedding another woman, let alone a Stark.

“Such delicious treats you have here my lady, oh I am parched”

“Not this one”

(Y/n) was suffering from overindulging, thankfully she had managed to master enough strength to act instantly when Margaery went for the small pot of tea (y/n) had specifically requested. Margaery gave a look of confusion to the lady Lannister as Cersei leaned in, what was it that made (y/n) so territorial.

“I’m sorry lady Margaery it is a tea one of house from the north brought for me as a gift, unfortunately the amount was not as grand as it should be, I am savouring it”

“That is alright lady (y/n) it is perfectly normal to be homesick, especially after arriving under such cruel circumstances, I never got the chance to say my condolences”

“Why you honour me my lady, do not beat yourself up over the matter, you are the first and most likely the only one to do so”

Margaerys lips stiffened at the words (y/n) had spoken, instinctively the ginger haired beauty reached to hold the Starks hand, a small sign of alliance and mutual respect, (y/n) was a honourable woman and a defiant character, Margaery had an eye for beauty and a nose for talent, if it was anyone she needed by her side it would be (y/n).

“It is too beautiful of a day to dwell over past events”

“My apologies queen mother, I did not realise my grief over my entire family line would ruin your moment of soaking up the sun”

“(Y/n)!”

You would have to be blind and deaf to not understand that the angry man that was turning over the corner was like a simmer pot overflowing with anger. He had the attention of the three ladies ever since he made his presence known, as he came to the table his first move was to reach over for (y/n)s teapot, (y/n) was the only one that did not move a muscle when the man smashed the pot on the ground, making the liquid spill and stain Cerseis gown.

“Moontea!? You stupid girl, you thought you could ask the servants to smuggle such a herb without me knowing?”

“Leave us”

(Y/n) dismissed the girls and servants, Cersei and Margaery gave them some privacy, leaving the couple right when Tywin walked on her side of the table, with a clean swipe of his arm most of the plates had smashed on the ground and replaced by (y/n), she did not have time to protest when Tywin spread her legs to stand between them, forcefully he gripped her by the chin, their eyes burning holes into one another

“I did what was best for me”

“Is that so? Was that the best choice for your sisters? How long has it been since you saw them last? I suppose the executioner stand could be a nice place for a reunion”

“I will not bring an heir until I am certain you meant what you said last night”

“About winterfell?”

(Y/n) nodded instead of speaking. Tywin sighed while he shook his head in disbelief, Tywin was lord of things but he wasn’t a liar, if she gave him an heir and binds his blood with hers he would stop at nothing for his family, she deserved the seven kingdoms not just winterfell, he did not spare her life just to have her on his bed he could have bought a whore for that, no she was the only person Tywin saw (y/n) as a genuine equal to his intellect.

“My dear wife, you are by far the most annoying person I’ve crossed paths with and ever since you stepped foot in this castle you have been nothing but a pain as you strut with your insufferable attitude and sharp tongue no matter who you talk to you tick them off in a mere seconds… that is what I love about you”

“Everyone has a villain they look up to I suppose”

“I broke my rules for you little wolf, I saw something in those eyes of yours, not only do you have the guts to play this game you might also have what it takes to win it”

“So you resort to filling me up with your seed so we will be tied through our children”

Tywin held his though for a moment, he released her from his grasp as his hand ever so softly caressed the skin of her neck down to gracing over her chest, finally he snaked his arm around her waist that earned him a slight squeal that escaped from the young wolf.

(Y/n) kept her gaze into his eyes, he was a man that was not particularly charming, he was intriguing, something about him slowly lured you in, he was a man so distinguished and with such confidence in himself that you could never forget him nor what he made you feel while being around you.

Tywin thought she was made for him, such elegance with just the right amount of danger, her gaze was full of self reliance to the point that with just one glance she could make you second guess yourself, his new wife was a riddle that made his head spin, she could burn you with her passion while she offered you an unforgettable night or kill you in your sleep, a risk only a man like Tywin was willing to take.

“I will feel you up with my seed for two reasons, in hopes that we won’t only have a son but a daughter that has your thick head so you can understand what it is like when someone is trying to knock some sense into it and second because last night was a glimpse of your many hidden talents I yearn to discover”

Requests are open!

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 4 months

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Game of Thrones Fic List

🖤= tw:dark content

🍑= smut

📚= series/multi-part

💌= requested

For Whom the Bell Tolls (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

A glance and a sassy comment. The more time you two spent alone together, the less of a sister you became to one another. It wasn’t your intention to fall in love with the wife of your brother. You had never really felt bad about it when Maragery was married to Joffrey, but now that she was wed to your sweet Tommen. . . You couldn’t do that to your sweet lion.

Between Saints and Sinners (Sandor Clegane x Reader)

It had been years since you last saw Sandor Clegane. Years since you had last been in employment at Lord Baelish’s brothel.

A Stark Bride (Aegon Targaryen i x Stark!Reader)

Aegon Targaryen reduced your father, Torrhen Stark, to a mere lord. The Targaryen conqueror had taken the title of king for himself. You wanted to depise them, those beautiful Targaryens with their lavender eyes and silver tresses. But they were beautiful. Terrifying and beautiful just like their dragons.

Promises (Oberyn Martell x Reader) 🖤

Having witnessed the brutal murder of your family, your uncle Oberyn is the only one to fend off your nightmares and the only one you could ever feel an attachment to.

Shedding Skin (Arthur Dayne x Targaryen!Reader)

You wouldn't let your brother Rhaegar humiliate you. No. Faking your own death, you travel to Dorne and there shed your dragon skin to become a new person. A happier person.

A Touch of Gold (Margaery Tyrell x Stark!Reader)

If Renly was to have a lover, then Margaery wanted one as well. And she decided that it just had to be the visiting (y/n) Stark.

Gold and Red (Jaime Lannister x Reader) 🍑

How could you bring yourself to have sex with your child husband? Jaime, however, was a full grown man.

Stupid, Pretty Little Things 🖤

She was the only gift Joffrey wanted for his name day. And Joffrey would be damned if anyone forbade him to what was his.

Targaryen Daughters

After so long staying safely hidden in the privacy of a Sept, you discover your younger sister Daenerys is very well alive. Alive and with three dragons.

A Good, Mean Dog (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader) 📚

The Princess and the Hound. What a story that would be

Horns That Hold A Crown (Rhaegar Targaryen x Baratheon!Reader)

The only daughter of Steffon Baratheon, and to Aerys you were th eonly suitable bride for his son Rhaegar. Your previokus engagement to Ned Stark was broken. Now you found yourself the bride of a dragon instead that of a wolf.

Ruined Hallelujah (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

You had expected such a move from Robert, maybe even Stannis, but never from your brother Renly. He was well aware of your affair with Margaery, even supported it. Yet he had married you off to Robb Stark, King in the North.

Misfit (Daenerys Targaryen x Greyjoy!Reader) 🖤

Nightmares, your nightmares were filled with the blazing symbol of a kraken. As you travel with your siblings to Meereen you hope Queen Daenerys would be willing to help you in defeating Euron.

One True Queen (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader)📚

What he had done was the greatest insult to you. One that you thought he would never do. You knew he loved you with all his heart, that was certain. You were his sister and his wife. However, that all changed when he took Lyanna Stark as his second wife.

Knight in Blue and Red (Rhaegar Targaryen x Tully!Reader)

You wanted to be in charge of Riverrun when your father died, but because you were the third and youngest daughter of Hoster Tully that was highly impossible. You would show him. Show him that you would be a better successor than your brother Edmure.

Belladonna (Young Robert Baratheon x Reader)

With the death of his father, Robert Baratheon found himself the young lord of Storm's End. A new lordship requires a wife.

Dragon (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)📚

She had trusted her Unsullied with her life. That was why when one attacked her with a knife she doesn't have him killed. Instead Daenerys wants to get down to the problem. Only when she removes the Unsullied's helmet she is met with the face of a young girl.

A Lion’s Vow (Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader)💌

This game the both of you played was your only real entertainment in the mess that was the Red Keep. Knowing it’s true nature, your father attempted to keep you close to his side. Reminding you not to trust anyone easily, especially those that belonged to the House of the Lion.

A Mouse in a Lion’s Den (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A little mouse surrounded by ferocious lions? It didn't look to be a good situation, even if those lions happened to be your family.

Exiled (Arthur Dayne x Reader)💌

You run into Ser Arthur Dayne in Essos. Along with a dark haired, gray eyed child.

Glow (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)

Why she had taken a liking to you among all the others she had freed, you would never know. You had been a personal whore for one of the masters and had gotten pregnant. There were many others like you. Your story was nothing special, but Dany had found you worthy enough to be her close companion. There were even times when you thought that maybe you could be more than her companion.

The Doe That Chases the Hound (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader)

Normally in a hunt it was a hound’s duty to chase down deer. You went against the natural order of things. This time it was the doe who sought after the hound.

Crimson Lady (Ramsay Bolton x Bolton!Reader, Sansa Stark x Bolton!Reader) 🖤

Sansa should have known better. Of course she'd be every part of a Bolton as her brother Ramsay was.

Loveless (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 🖤💌

There was nothing Rhaegar could do about your sudden engagement. Try as he might, he couldn’t persuade Aerys to marry you to him. It didn’t matter that he proclaim his undying love for you. Didn’t matter how you got on your knees in front of the iron throne and begged him to reconsider. Instead of mercy, the Mad King simply laughed at you.

Just For You (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑💌

The cruel Ramsay Bolton has an unknown side to him. Not just for anyone though. Only for the maid whom he loves to taunt.

From the Ashes (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A year has passed since (y/n) and her brother Jaime fled from King's Landing to the vast and foreign world of Essos.

Mine First, Mine Last, Mine Even in the Grave (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑

Even at such a young age, Ramsay was proving a difficult and willful child. He was somewhat twisted in nature that sometimes disturbed his mother. However once he laid eyes on the little baby, he immediately grew attached to her.

Birth of Dragons (Aegon i Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 📚

It wasn’t fair of him to choose a favorite between his sisters. Fearless Visenya, playful Rhaenys and loving (y/n). Above them all he secretly placed (y/n) close to his heart.

The Most Impossible Battle (Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!Reader) 🍑

Robert hated all Targaryens. Wise words from those close to him though make Robert Baratheon give in to the idea of taking (y/n) Targaryen as his bride.

Wrap Around (Oberyn Martell x Martell!Reader) 📚🖤

Oberyn was beside himself at the return of his baby sister (y/n). For a year she had been off in Essos, experiencing the rest of the world outside of the safety of Sunspear. Now she was returning to Dorne. Returning to Oberyn.

By Any Other Name (Margaery Tyrell x Reader)

Another Life (Rhaegar Targaryen x Stark!Reader)

Lyanna watches Jon from atop of the courtyard's parapet, her eyes crinkling with pride as she watches Jon best Theon Greyjoy at the dance of swords. Every victory Jon made resulted in him outgrowing the label of bastard. He was so much more than a bastard of Winterfell. Not even Catelyn saw him as such. Many were so shocked when the news came that Ned had brought back his bastard one day. In fact Cat had shown up at Winterfell by his side as he held the infant in his arms, for she was one of three that knew the truth about Jon Snow.

What We Sow (Theon Greyjoy x Greyjoy!Reader) 🍑🖤💌

This was his home, a place where the salt of the sea and the cries of seagulls were a constant presence and where you were. Waiting so patiently as always. His queen, his sister, his wife. He'd been dreaming of the moment when he'd be reunited with you after so long.

Omission (Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader)💌🍑

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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hello! feel like deamon x reader "the other woman" by lana del rey dynamic so much recently. can you feed us with some angst? (only if you want, of course! happy ending is still highly appreciated but whatever u want, I just trust your sexy brain with my life) thank u in advance! take care!

Second Choice

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

|Oneshot|

Warnings: Explicit language

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Decided to be an even bigger pos than I usually am and slap a gif of Daemon and Rhaenyra >:) Enjoy!

Her delicate fingers ran over the side of his face, pushing away the few strands of short white hair and tucking them behind his ear. The man looked away from her before wrapping his hand around her wrist. He pushed himself off the bed and away from her, reaching down for the breeches he'd tossed on the ground a few hours earlier. Her face lost its gentle smile. She propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand pulling the white linen sheet closer to her chest.

"Can't you stay...just for one night?"

She watched as the prince put his tunic on, his back turned to her. He showed no sign whether he'd heard her pleading voice, but instead tucked the red shirt in his breeches.

"Please?" She tried again.

The woman sat up, one hand reaching up towards him. She was quick to put it back down as she took notice of how the silver haired man was looking at her from behind his shoulder.

"My wife will be waiting for me."

His wife. His precious wife. The Realm's Delight.

Her fingers curled up tightly around the bedsheets, fists clenching with anger. It was always the same. He'd come to her, use her to his liking, and then leave as if nothing had happened. Run back to his darling Rhaenyra and wrap his hands around her, just as he'd done to her hours before.

The woman knew what they had would never be more than a quick fuck, yet she couldn't help but feel hurt, jealous, and used. Who was she compared to the Princess Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne? What could she give him when he already had everything?

She had no shiny, important titles to her name. No gold. No castles. No dragons. No kingdom. To him, she was just a plaything. A toy. Something to be used, then put back on the shelf it had been taken.

If it wasn't her, there'd surely be another in her place. Another to warm his bed, even if it was for a bit. Another to cry after he'd left her and gone back to his true love. Another to suffer in silence through all the ridicule, all the rumors, all the vile insults people spat at her. Another to slam her head against the wall and ask herself why she had agreed to this, why she had given herself away without a fight, why she was risking losing her head so yet another nobleman could have his fun. Another to wipe away her own tears as she tries to convince herself that it was fine. She was fine.

"Get some sleep." The Rogue Prince whispered as he bent down and kissed the top of her head. "My wife would be expecting your first thing in the morning."

"Yes, my Prince." She said, voice quiet as a mouse.

She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following every move of hers when in her presence. And when she'd turn around to face the Princess, all she could see in her eyes was pity. Rhaenyra knew perfectly well what Daemon was doing and with whom exactly. Rhaenyra could read through him like a book. She could see why her husband had chosen her.

The woman was young. Her body was strong and tight, a fresh breath of air. Flawless skin that had yet to suffer from the cruelty of the years. She had no children. No ground to stand on. No power. She had nothing. Only a pure, young heart that was silently begging to be loved back.

Rhaenyra wasn't stupid. She knew how men worked. How their heads rarely ever did, leaving it to their cocks to make the decisions. There was no point in trying to stop Daemon. She knew that he'd always come back to her, no matter how many whores or how many maids of hers he'd fucked. He always came back. So Rhaenyra let him do as he wished.

The door close with a loud bang. She looked up, her eyes searching for the Prince. But he had left. He'd left her again. To fall apart and then pick herself back up. To slam her head against the wall, to ask herself why she had allowed it to happen again. To wipe away the tears from her flushed cheeks with a bitter smile, as she picked from the dresses he'd given her as gifts.

She couldn't blame him. She was no one, nothing. Just a maid. One of the many that tended to his wife and their children.

The woman got up from the bed, ready to begin with the painfully familiar routine of tearing herself to pieces, then using whatever was left to stitch it all back together.

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mauvewalker · 1 year

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My thoughts on Vaemond is that he had valid concerns and I think people have to understand that wanting to have power is not necessarily a bad thing. At the end of the day it’s pretty obvious visually that those 3 strong boys are bastards and are not of velaryon blood. It’s just an insult to house Velaryon. Regardless whether Laenor accepted them due to fertility isues/lack of trying etc, from an outside perspective of the nobility in a medieval setting she has cuckolded her husband. Imagine if Rhaenrya was not a crown princess from the royal line, I don’t think another lady would have got away with it or Corlys’s avid support as he is being ambitious/power hungry in wanting to get his blood/name on the iron throne. So when obviously Laenor/Rhaenrya didn’t do their duty in having legitimate children. I wonder if he didn’t kick up a fuss because he couldn’t question/actively go against the king daughter without losing his head & causing dissent. Also, their families were very intertwined with Daemon being married to laena at the time. Plus, he knew the king would favour her, so had to be hush about it due to these factors. That would be logical thinking the show could have given to Corlys but Rhaenrya would be portrayed as negatively abusing her station/power & the show couldn’t ever possibly have that for her 🙄.

That line for corlys reason is stupid in my opinion that “history remembers names not blood” when the strong boys have their legitimacy questioned/rumoured so heavily that will be attached to them within history- whilst obviously not confirmed it will still be talked about. Also, whilst corlys may be head of his house he cannot willing decide his heir knowing full well they do not have a blood claim to it & break succession law. He is the head and should think of & has the responsibility of the well-being of the entire family & not deprive those with a legal blood claim due to his desire for his own ‘legacy’.

Rhaenrya was happily in all essence to ‘usurp’ driftmark throne for her son because of the power it will bring Luke- a second son who in any other setting would inherit nothing. So she is being power hungry herself here on behalf of her family. Abusing her father & Corlys’s power as accomplices for this farce. The extended velaryons have a right to be affronted/worried by this. So vaemond whilst corlys was in the 50/50 whether he would live & the king not being well enough to handle his duties, both who would not be impartial in this matter, saw an opportunity and took it.

The argument that he should argue for Baela or rhaena to inherit, which I agree 100% they should have been corlys rightful heirs due to being legitimate daughters of laena- who was I believe is corlys first child in the show, but, corlys due to his own misogyny & ambitions chose to bypass them. Funny, I don’t see a lot of people criticise corlys for this (Rhaenys even pleaded for Laena’s daughters to be named but corlys denied her). Thus, Rhaenrya only decides to offer marriage pacts to her step daughters when she’s backed in a corner & realises that Rhaenys was more than likely going to not back her & claim for Baela. As a ‘fix-it’ so Baela get promoted to queen consort (more powerful position than lady of driftmark) & Rhaenys knowing her husband ambitions & desires for getting his blood on the throne will get his wishes through future grandchild. Maybe this time the plan will work out for them if Baela doesn’t die from childbirth & have a stillborn that is. So Rhaenys ends up backing Rhaenrya with this deal.

However, arguably Rhaena is short changed of her birth right & demoted to being lady wife of driftmark (no power as Luke is the decision maker & can overrule/go against her- we saw this with Corlys/Rhaenys). A lot of people say it doesn’t matter if Luke is lord because their kids will end up having velaryon blood. Again, that is only the case if they successfully have a child together. The show has already shown the difficulties/mortality of mother & child during labour. What if scenario if rhaena dies in childbirth alongside the babe. Luke is then free to remarry whomever/lady of another family & what will the extended velaryons do then???

I think people have to understand that blood is important in this society as why else is kinslaying so accursed because it offers protection. Luke has no blood kinship or have any relations/interactions or living at driftmark towards the extended velaryons & with his mothers/stepfather actions have proved that they can be harmed/killed. Also, this child Luke has already shown to having a lack of remorse in his dealings with Aemond (his blood kin) & others, seems to be a-okay with his parents actions in people being killed over it & stealing his step sister Baela’s claim to Driftmark. Luke growing up under Daemrya’s tutelage doesn’t bode well for the extended Velaryons.

Back to vaemond, another reason he is thinking to fight for his claim is that corlys himself bypassed his legitimate granddaughters, thus, showing that the current head of house velaryon Corlys does have a preference for male relatives to inherit . Also, in the books Corlys got his bastard son/grandson?? legitimised to inherit driftmark during the war, again bypassing his granddaughters. So, as Corlys is currently out of commission, Vaemond by all rights is logical to push himself as he is the next living legitimate blood related male. He took his chance but alas was thwarted by viserys arrival & then Rhaenys, whether she had decided to agree prior to Viserys sitting down, smartly knowing how things would play in Rhaenrya favour declared aloud (so that Rhaenrya had to uphold the bargain) the marriage pact deals to the court & sided with her. At this point, he should have been smart & backed off but was goaded & lost his life for it.

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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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Bow

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Summary: All will bow before the Queen...

A/N: Idk what exactly this is, I just like the idea of our Sasha being King (and I’m hyped for S2) 😂

The Lantsovs had been dead for only three days, and while the new King sat the throne, the old King’s court remained. And they were not happy. Their King was dead, and a heretic had claimed his crown; the woman he had made his Queen nearly as horrific. Of course, not every member of the old King’s court hated Grisha and thought they were cursed by the Saints, but many of them did.

But their opinions did not matter. Aleksander was King, and you were Queen. Soon, you would have your own court, made up of your trusted Grisha and smartest advisors. Even so, your husband couldn’t execute Pytor’s entire inner circle, not if he wanted a chance of winning over those who opposed him, but they would respect their new monarchs. The old King’s court either feared or respected the new tsar enough that when the summons arrived, none of them ignored it.

Aleksander had arranged for your maids to dress you in the finest silk gown, the rarest gems, the most ornate crown from the dead Queen’s collection. It was slightly unsettling to wear a dead woman’s tiara, but your Sasha had reassured you that soon, he would have an entire set of crowns, tiaras, and diadems commissioned for you. But for now, for your first appearance as Ravka’s new tsaritsa, it would do.

You stood before the closed doors to the throne room, hands folded before you. Your husband was at your side, adjusting the crown atop his own head. “Everything will be fine, my love,” Aleksander said, taking your hand and kissing it. “They will respect you…or they will suffer.” Ivan and Fedyor, who had been appointed Aleksander’s head guards, opened the doors to the throne room, and your husband took your arm.

You kept your gaze focused on the thrones at the head of the room, what Aleksander had fought so hard for, fought to give you. When you reached the dais, your husband allowed you to step up first before coming to your side. “These past few days have been…busy, shall we say?” the tsar began, chuckling to himself while the dead King’s court looked on, some with anger in their eyes. “So I regret that I have been unable to introduce my darling wife to you all until now.”

Some of the court began murmuring amongst themselves, but Aleksander pushed on. “There has been neither time nor resources for a coronation, one that my beloved wife deserves, but nevertheless; I present to you, your tsaritsa, Queen Y/N Morozova.” Whispers and murmurs broke out at once, and you fought to keep your face calm and neutral. But that failed when one of the courtiers screamed, “Burn the witch!”

Aleksander was eerily calm when he next spoke. “I fear there may have been a miscommunication. You will bow before your Queen…” Your husband raised a hand and shadows slithered from every corner of the room, seeking out the woman who had insulted you. With a flick of his wrist, the offending woman’s head was severed from her neck. “Or you will die.”

Like a wave, the old King’s court fell to their knees, whispers of “moya tsaritsa,” filling the air. Aleksander smiled, taking your hand and kissing it as he gestured for you to sit. “Now, does anyone else have anything to say about our new Queen?” Shakily, a man rose to his feet, and Aleksander leaned forward. “Moi tsar,” he said, voice trembling. “I never favored the old King’s ways, especially his stance on Grisha. I admit, I do not know much of your people, but I know that your wife is kind. She is merciful, and I will bow to anyone who can promise to fight for Ravka, to truly fight for Ravka.”

You pulled yourself upright, willing your hands not to shake. “I will,” you said. “I may be new in the crown, but I will lay down my life for my nation. I will ride into battle alongside my soldiers if it is asked of me. I vow to all of you that I will never sit idly by and watch my people suffer like the old King had.” Aleksander felt pride swell in his heart at your words, and he felt the mood in the room shift. The man standing bowed his head, placing a hand over his heart. “Then long live the Queen.”

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

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Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: When the succession of the Driftmark throne is put into question, Rhaenyra returns to the RedKeep along with her children, her husband Daemon and his daughter by the late lady Rhea, Y/N Targaryen, who is once again reunited with her childhood friend Aemond who she had grown distant with over the years.

Friends to strangers to lovers??

AN: There is a three day gap in between Y/N’s arrival and the hearing, which is when this entire chaotic but cute thing takes place lol

Part 1

Part 2.

Aemond Targaryen, first of his name, the most exceptional swordsman in the realm and the rider of the mighty Vhagar, queen of all dragons found himself pacing in his room. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides while he tried to calm his heart, hammering against his chest.

He hadn’t felt even an ounce of fear or nervousness when he went to claim his war dragon as a boy, but here he was at the age of nine and ten, nervously awaiting his promenade with the princess Y/N. He didn’t understand why a simple walk was making him this worked up, it was not as if he were courting her.

Taking a deep breath and after one last glance into the mirror, he left the comfort of his chambers and headed to the Godswood to await the princess. The moment he took a step outside the doors of his room, his serene and serious demeanour took over, masking away any sort of nervousness he was feeling. Aemond had grown rather good at it over the years, suppressing and hiding away his emotions.

Aemond was a punctual man, Y/N was not. She had taken a fair amount of time to get to the Godswood and almost resorted to fibbing that she’d forgotten the way after being absent at court for far too long but she decided against it and just apologised profusely.

“It’s quiet alright, I only just got here” the prince lied to put a halt to her stream of apologies. He wished he’d picked a few flowers for her whilst he awaited her arrival, that would’ve been a nice gesture. But part of him did not want to be nice to her, what good did being nice ever do to him?

Y/N found it hard to decipher his mood based on his monotonous voice. He was standing only a few inches away from her and yet it felt as if he were miles away. So cold, reluctant, distant. He ushered for her to walk first before he followed, matching his steps with her’s. The first few moments were awkward to say the very least, neither one knew what to say.

“It’s so peaceful here” Y/N simply stated as she stared up at the branches from which a few leaves departed, whisked away by the cool and gentle breeze. She regretted not draping her cloak over herself before she left. The evening chill was something she she’d completely forgotten about whilst she was in a hurry fixing her appearance for her walk with Aemond. All that effort only for him to reward her with silence.

Aemond simply hummed in agreement to her statement. Gods, he needed to get better at talking which didn’t involve a hidden or a direct insult. Aemond had taken note of her shivering ever so slightly as she hugged her arms. The lack of an eye did not diminish the sharp vision of his existing one. He did not have his cloak on either, he was warm enough in his leather coat. Perhaps he should’ve worn his cloak, he thought, just so that he could offer it to her.

“You seem cold” he spoke in a low voice “maybe we should continue our promenade within the castle where it’s far more warmer”

This was hardly the stroll Y/N was expecting with neither of them talking whilst they just aimlessly wandered about. She’d had worse courtships than this and she wondered if this was the reason behind Aemond never being mentioned as an ideal suitor by any of her other noble lady friends.

Aemond escorted her through the castle to one of his favourite places which was a little balcony by the east wing that provided an excellent view of the castle gardens. He was rather surprised that despite the awkward silences and his reserved nature, she hadn’t come up with an excuse to leave yet.

“You’re not as talkative as you once were” Y/N smiled to herself as she leaned on against the granite ledge of the balcony. She inhaled a long breath, basking in the faint floral smell that was carried to her by the wind, that tussled her hair in a dreamy way “you used to be quite the talker”

“People change” Aemond bluntly stated before he too took a step forward to rest his forearms on the ledge, leaning forward. He made sure to stand at her left so that she might be on his right and not in his blind spot, which would make sneaking glances at her quite difficult. He had never told her but he had started to develop a fancy toward her when they were younger and even though Aegon teased him about not being man enough to tell her, he never confessed. And boy, was he glad that he didn’t because the moment he lost his eye, resulting in that horrible scar which at first just looked like his face was deformed and mutilated, Y/N had been taken to Dragonstone; never to be heard from again. That alone had made him so upset and sorrowful. He was still hopeful, maybe his scar might fade. Maybe by some miracle, his eye would heal. Maybe then she would want him again. But none of it ever happened. The scar stayed, the eye gone and Y/N lost.

He silently observed her, out of the corner of his eye. She had a slight smile gracing her lips as she admired the greenery below them. The breeze that blew against her hair in a gentle fashion made her look ethereal almost.

“I’ve missed you” she blurted out all of a sudden which took Aemond by surprise. If she truly meant it, she sure had an amazing way of letting him know. Six years after he’d almost moved on, she shows up looking like some heavenly being and proceeds to tell him she had indeed been thinking of him all these years. Maybe she was just bored at court and was taking him to be her little plaything until she left for Dragonstone again.

“Did you now?” Aemond chuckled mockingly which made Y/N furrow her brows in confusion at his reaction “does the lack of an eye not bother you anymore?”

“When did I ever say it bothered me to begin with?” The princess was taken aback by his response to her innocent confession “I’ve never-“

“Oh save it princess” he groaned lightly as if he already knew what she would say. He’d heard people apologise many a time using the same phrases in each instance he caught them hinting that they seemed disgusted by his appearance “I am not affected by it, do not fret”

Lies, he was. And furthermore, he knew he would be shattered if he heard her say she was equally just as disgusted by his appearance as the others were. But he would not admit it, his pride wouldn’t allow it.

“Why are you being like this?” Y/N was both hurt and annoyed “If you did not wish for my company, you could at the very least have the decency to tell me you are no longer interested in this mess of an encounter instead of just being silent the entire time and only speaking when you wish to blame me for something I never said”

“You did not need to say it” Aemond snapped “your actions were loud enough”

Y/N didn’t know what instigated the sudden shift in his behaviour that sent him from silent to accusatory in a matter of a few minutes.

“If that is all, I shall take my leave, my prince” the young girl sighed, feeling quite defeated. Why did she even bother with him? He was giving her such vague answers instead of proper ones.

“Oh of course” Aemond scoffed before he proceeded to mumble under his breath “do what you do best, leave when you’ve grown sick of me“

Y/N wanted to snap at him again but then she felt something that Aemond had been reluctant to show the entire time he was with her: emotion. He sounded so very different when it was laced with the emotion he was feeling. His voice was soft, gentle with a bit of a despondent undertone.

“leave when you’ve grown sick of me”

“Why do you feel that I left you?” she asked, wanting to know more about what got him into this mindset “why would you think that I would want to leave you?”

He did not respond.

“Why would you think I am perturbed by your appearance?”

That seemed to make him turn to look at her.

“Aren’t you though?” he asked as if he were simply confirming that what he felt was the obvious truth “why wouldn’t you be?”

Any sort of irritation Y/N was feeling merely moments ago at his odd outburst had vanished when she saw him looking at her. She thought he might let the mask fall, let her see what he was feeling, let her see him. Instead, his face stayed the same, expressionless. It was his voice that did the delivery of his emotions. He sounded like he was almost pleading for her to tell him the truth and save him the torment.

She gingerly placed her hand on his and she looked up at him adoringly as felt him shudder ever so slightly upon the contact. His skin felt soft and warm under her cold palm.

“I was there when the maester stitched shut your wound. I was there the next morning to bring you milk of the poppy when you were screaming in pain” Y/N recalled each event as she momentarily looked away, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact “I was there during the late hours of noon when they changed the bandages. I held your hand when you cried and kissed your bruised knuckles because I couldn’t kiss at the wound without inflicting more pain”

Aemond patiently listened to her, thinking back upon the morning after he’d lost his eye. He was in pain both physically and mentally. The one half of his face burned as if someone had set it ablaze while he felt the weight of now being incomplete for the remainder of his life. And in the midst of all this, his sweet friend Y/N had tried to comfort him by kissing his contused knuckles.

“My father used to kiss away the pain when I scrapped my knees” she sweetly told him “I hope it helps, at least a little bit”

“I was never frightened at the sight of you then, what makes you think I would be now?” she finally turned to look at him, her pretty purple eyes sadly looking into his “and least of all, I never left you because of your injury, Aemond”

Aemond’s lips parted ever so slightly the moment his name escaped her lips. This was the first time in years he had heard her say his name. He wanted her to say it again, he liked the way it sounded when it was her voicing out the syllables.

“You never wrote to me” he simply stated.

“I did” the girl’s face contoured into a look of pure confusion “you never wrote back”

“I never received-” Aemond paused to recollect his memory before he gently shook his head “No, I never received a letter from you”

He used to ask Aegon almost every day if his Y/N had written and each day the older boy used to groan in annoyance and tell him no.

Another silence engulfed them and this time Aemond decided he would be the one to break it. Without thinking, he asked her the first thing that came to mind.

“Are you presently courting someone?”

Aemond mentally face palmed and he was contemplating jumping over the balcony. He hadn’t spoken to her in years, he wasn’t entitled to such Information and deep down he did not wish to hear her answer, unsure why a certain response might leave him feeling hollow.

“Apologies” he cleared his throat “I did not mean to pry”

“No need to apologise” Y/N chuckled “I am not presently courting anyone. Does my prince wish to remedy that?”

Aemond broke into an amused grin at her comment. Granted it was just a joke, he found her forwardness a little amusing. She always used to be the bold one between the both of them. It was her who he had given away his first kiss to, another instance in which she made a bold request resulting in a simple peck, nothing more; short yet sweet which was soon forgotten about. He was only nine at the time.

“Perhaps under different circumstances, I would entertain your fancies” he hesitantly rubbed the pad of his thumb against her fingers “but I shall save you the embarrassment”

“Embarrassment?” Y/N’s smile faltered. Didn’t she just tell him that she never saw any problems regarding his appearance “I wouldn’t call being on your arm anything even remotely close to an embarrassment”

Aemond looked down at their hands and he almost interlaced their fingers together but decided against it.

“What might you call it then?” he asked, playing into her little game.

“Nothing bad that’s for sure” she chuckled as she playfully eyed him “I suppose I shall have a word for it when I experience it”

#aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond smut #hotd #world on fire #ewan mitchell #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x y/n #house of the dragon #ewan nation

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I love your genderbent series, what would characters in the dance of the dragons be like genderbent? Eg. Rhaenyra, Daemon, Velaryon brothers (Jacerys, Lucerys, Joffrey) the Green siblings (Aegon II, Helaena etc) the DoTD would probably never happen if Rhaenyra was a man, but I’m still interested in this AU.

Honestly you can still flip it to make the dance happen, it would just be that male Alicent would try to push fem Aegon over male Rhae by convincing fem Viserys that there should be another queen instead of a king, so that female succession is strengthened after the shenanigans of the Great Council

Queen Visenya, who was named so by a slim margin during the Great Council, instead of her cousin Rhaeon, and set the precedent of firstborn succession, no matter the gender. Had only one child, her son and heir Rhaenar, before her husband Aemon died. Took a liking to the young son of her Hand, Alren Hightower, who was then forced to marry the much older queen. To everyone’s surprise, Visenya then had four more children despite her advancing age. Alren, wanting to secure his children’s futures, tried to convince Visenya of naming their eldest daughter Aegora as heir, to strengthen the idea that a daughter can succeed. He was close to Rhaenar in their youth, but the years drove them apart and made him paranoid that his children would not be safe if Rhaenar succeeded his mother.

Rhaenar, who had been groomed for the throne ever since he was born, is of course still The Realms Delight. Confident and proud but a bit indulgent at times, there are some rumors surrounding the mysterious circumstances of his daughters’ births, mainly the fact that every time his lady wife Laenara is said to be pregnant, she disappears to Dragonstone for the duration, and Rhaenar’s sworn shield, Harla Strong, always accompanies her. For his second wife, he wastes no time in choosing Daemona, the Princess of Flea Bottom. Visenya’s wild and reckless younger sister, she enjoyed starting conflicts and ending them (with her sword of course). And she always got what she wanted. Not even her queenly sister could stop her, and once Daemona’s Royce husband dies mysteriously, she goes right back to chasing her spoiled little nephew.

And ofc Alren’s darling mentally ill children: Aegora, Haelen, and Aemona. Usurper Queen Aegora who didn’t even want to be here, much less be on the throne. Lazy and indulgent with no desire to rule, she was more than happy to let Rhaenar have the throne, until her father put her there instead. However, she doesn’t give it up, letting her father convince her that Rhaenar will kill her, given the chance. Haelen, Aegora’s poor sad husband whose mind constantly seems to be elsewhere. He’s a strange boy, preferring to read the works of mystics instead of riding his dragon, but he’s still a sweet boy who loves his children dearly. And then Aemona (just pretend Anya has an eyepatch) my favorite insane second son-daughter. Sharper and more ambitious than her siblings, her father’s favorite child and constantly seeking his approval. Leads most of the war effort herself.

And then of course Crown Princess Jaecera, Lucera, and Johanna. Big sister Jaecera already trying to model herself in a queenly fashion, but has quite a bit of both her mother and fathers temper and headstrong tendencies. Always means the best though. Literally so eager to go to war just to avenge her little sister. Daddy’s girl Lucera just the sweetest and kindest baby ever except that one time she jumped Aemona with a rock when they were younger. Refuses to let an insult against her family slide so hard that she walks into Storms End knowing Vhagars old ass is there. And then Johanna whose kinda Rickon coded to me (aka she doesn’t do much)

#asoiaf #like I feel like this could still work #just switch around a couple of dynamics

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Chapter 19

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Odin couldn’t help but notice the change in you “Who would have known it would have been Loki that made the little Midgardian girl smile."

“You would be surprised at what our son can do," Frigga elbowed him. “Loki pretends to be unaffected by emotion. But he isn't, he cares for the girl and her him.”

“Maybe we should marry them off,” Odin thought out loud.

“I don’t think that’s wise husband. They like each other but not like that.” Frigga confirmed. “I think Loki has finally found a friend he can actually be himself around.”

Thor, Loki, and you had been drinking throughout the night, you did pace yourself with the Asgardian liquor, remembering the last time you had it. They on the other hand didn't hold back, and you watched in delight at them getting drunk.

At one point you and Thor were on the dance floor making up your own dance trying to coax Loki to join in who was pretending to be aghast by your actions but couldn’t help but laugh at your silliness.

“I wish Jane could have come,” you yelled at him.

“Next time. You would really like her,” he yelled back.

A few hours later the three of you plopped onto your bed laughing. Thor had brought the case and his hammer and set them beside your bed.

"I’m leaving my hammer here," he stated. "You are going to sleep properly for a change.”

You were too drunk on happiness…. or maybe Asgardian liquor to think about what he said. You just yawned stretched and found yourself falling asleep.

The next morning out of habit, as soon as you woke you reached for your case. You shot up when you realised it was gone and started to panic, completely forgetting what Thor has said. As you bolted off the bed, your eyes landed on the case which was on the nightstand beside you, weighted down by Thor’s hammer. In your panic, you reached for Mjolnir so you could grab the case but the hammer wouldn’t even budge. You ran out the door searching for Thor and found him munching in the feast hall.

“Thor!” you yelled, “I can't get to my case.”

“No worries Y/n, I’ll help you once you have eaten.”

“Thor,” you begged. "Please."

“Are you okay? Loki asked behind you.

“No, my case is stuck under Thor's stupid hammer and he wants me to eat.” you pleaded pointing at him.

“Then I guess you better eat,” Loki said, “Your case isn’t going anywhere, only Thor can lift the hammer and he is too busy making a beast of himself.” Loki joked, but when he saw your face he smiled at you sensing your panic “The case is safe Y/n, I promise, enjoy your time not being shackled.”

"Loki that case has been shackled to my wrist for a long time, I need it" you tried to explain.

Loki took your arm and guided you to the table, as you impatiently sat down you looked at the door, planning on how to get your case back and leave. but you were pulled out of your thoughts by a quiet bang. when you focused on the sound you saw little fireworks dancing in front of you.

"Loki stop trying to distract me" you laughed looking at him.

"Eat," he softly pleaded handing you a plate "Trust me, your case is safe."

You looked at him not wanting to insult him "Loki that case is important."

"I don't deny it's important, but it's important on Earth, not here. The people here don't care about your case, and I don't mean to hurt your feelings but no one is going to try and steal it." he harshly but gently tried to say.

The next few weeks on Asgard were heaven, Thor kept Mjolnir on the case so you were able to sleep properly, shower properly, and actually enjoy life.

One day as you and Loki sat reading in the library, a maid entered, bowing to you she stated “My lady, Thor requests your presence in the throne room.”

“Oh okay,” you replied “Thank you.” You smile at her.

You looked at Loki who shrugged, he stood up, took your arm in his and you both walked arm in arm.

As you entered the room, Odin and Frigga turned to face you. Frigga smiled and opened her arms, “Come daughter,” you entered her arms and she pulled into a hug, a cough came from behind you and you turned towards the noise.

You stood for a minute registering what was in front of you, tears formed in your eyes and you smiled affectionately at the two men walking towards you.

"Hey doll,” Bucky smiled.

But as your thoughts took control you began to panic.

“James. Steven, what’s going on?” you asked.

“What didn’t you miss us?” Steve smiled “We have come to take you home, Agent Coulson is back, he wants to see you,“

“Phil’s back, finally” you laughed. flinging yourself at Steve and kissing him fiercely "I missed you," you wept. "I missed you too Y/N" You then turned to Bucky and flung your arms around his neck hugging him tight. you then broke from the hug and started kissing him. when you pulled away you smiled "Hi James."

"Hi," he smiled back at you.

“His mission took a little longer than expected, but he will explain everything back at the compound," Steve explained, but all you could do was smile at him. You missed your boys. When he finished speaking you hugged him tightly "Thank you Steve," you said into his chest.

A week later you all gathered in front of Heimdall and you tearfully said goodbye to Frigga and Loki, "Thank you so much, for everything, and please don't be a stranger, please visit when your brother does Loki” you hugged him tightly “And thank you, you will never know what you did for me," you whispered to him.

You broke away and bowed to Odin “Thank you, your Majesty, for letting me stay in your beautiful home, I will forever be in your debt.”

"Thank you Heimdall," you smiled at the man.

You turned to Bucky and Steve "Take me home,”

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Pathetic Bird

A/N: Andrealphus/Stolas hate sex 🔞 I think Andre deludes himself into thinking Stolas suck but secretly lust and obsessed over him

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Andrealphus grew up surrounded by crystal and diamonds that appealed to his peacock sensibility very well. Long ago when he first saw Stella’s betrothed, he was aghast (as much as a young child, albeit a Goetia, could be) at the future where this dull little gray thing would be a part of his family, and he voiced his disdain out loud.

No doubt Stella was thinking the same thing, though by insulting her future husband Andrealphus was insulting her prospect as well.

“At least I’m going to be a princess,” she sneered at her brother. “You will only be a marquess.”

Andrealphus burned her wardrobe for that. It was something Stella complained about to this day, even though their mother bought her twice the clothes she had before, all more colorful than the previous. Nothing like the colorless prince that lay in their future, no matter how bright his smile might be.

Even after they all came into their rightful thrones, Stolas was bland, all blue-gray and black feathers. Andrealphus hated the lack of colors on him, and standing next to Stella it was even more obvious how lacking he was. Only his eyes were worth looking at.

So what did Stolas think he was doing now, showing up to Beltane looking like that?

“What do you what?” Stolas said icily, only then did Andrealphus realize he had moved from his place next to the host, and was now directly in Stolas’ carefully preserved private space.

“Just wanted to see your new divorcee look.” Andrealphus tilted his head playfully, scanning Stolas up and down with what he thought must be devastating disdain. “Trying to show everyone you’re not bothered, are you?”

Stolas took a careful sip of his wine. “That’s your word.”

Andrealphus’ eyes twitched. Stolas never wore white, let alone billowy gauze white robes that stretched further than his tail feathers. Across the room, Stolas in all white with his blood red eyes cut a striking figure, up close Andrealphus noticed he was wearing a string of tiny, finely cut rubies with baroque pearls woven in. The fastidious need for perfect geometry made Andrealphus want to rip that necklace right off from where it nested in Stolas’ chest fluff.

“If you are simply going to vex me with your presence, I’m going to take my leave.” Stolas put his now empty wine glass on a table. Andrealphus snapped back to reality from his —irritation, as always when it came to his ex brother-in-law, and said the thing he knew was guaranteed to stop Stolas in his tracks.

“You didn’t bring your little imp whore?” Andrealphus twisted around in the perfect curve that placed him right next to Stolas. “Beltane is quite informal, you know. Guests of all…classes are welcome to come and get a taste of us. Trouble in hell?”

Stolas didn’t turn to face him. “Blitzø has no interest in this sort of event.”

“No interest in this, or in you?”

Stolas was resolutely staring ahead. Andrealphus let out a gleeful chuckle. “Oh, is that it! My, my, getting dumped by an imp is a new low. Honestly, even with how little I regard you, I thought you wouldn’t fall to this depth.”

Stolas started walking off. Andrealphus kept pace.

“Is that your reason for your unusual choice of wardrobe today? A new bedmate? I can see how it might give off the impression. People won’t have to do very much to get to your body with that glorified cloth you have on…”

Andrealphus wasn’t expecting Stolas to halt like someone had suddenly nailed his tail to the ground. Andrealphus managed to save the forced stop from being ungraceful with a teasing grin, turning back to savor the pathetic look on Stolas’ face, only to be greeted by a much closer prince, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

Stolas pressed closer, so close his chest feather brushed against Andrealphus, and with a voice so sultry he never heard from anyone in the Goetia family, and never in the world from Stolas: “Are you offering?”

“What?” Beltane or not, the magic in the ballroom shouldn’t have let Andrealphus feel like he was suffocating all of the sudden. His words came out rough, parched. Stolas’ mouth dropped open. Hot breaths that smelled of wine and faint herbs spread across Andrealphus’ every senses. He swallowed thickly.

It was Stolas’ turn to tilt his head at him. “Are you thirsty?” Stolas started walking them backwards. Andrealphus had no clue where he was being taken, only that the noise of the ballroom faded, the lights dimmed as they pushed through a thick and musty-smelling tapestry, and they were suddenly much, much closer than they ever were in their lives. Stolas’ talon glided underneath Andrealphus’ fur boa and raked roughly through his feathers. “I can help with that.”

Stolas’ wet, hot tongue plunged into Andrealphus’ opened mouth, licking across everything, teasing the tip of Andrealphus’ tongue before wrapping around it in the most depraved way. Andrealphus wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t form a thought. His feathers puffed all the way out and he never felt this warm and tight in his body before. It was as if something wanted to claw its way out to reach Stolas.

But Stolas pulled away before he could be torn apart, and the aftershock from the tonguefuck was as thick and sticky as the string of saliva connecting them.

“You…” Andrealphus wanted to call Stolas a whore, a bitch, a disgrace or anything that would give him back some sort of control, but Stolas was panting right into his face and the black eyeliner was as sever as the suicide Andrealphus wanted to commit right now. Andrealphus’ hands gripped those impossibly narrow waist. Stolas moaned.

“You did come to look for a fuck.” Andrealphus wanted to hear Stolas admit that, at least.

Stolas laughed right at him. “No, Andrealphus.” Stolas flipped them around so Andrealphus was the one pressing him into the wall, grinding his ass backward “I think that was you.”

“You think anyone out there was planning on touching you? After divorcing a perfectly respectable wife for a lowly creature?”

Stolas turned his head all the way around and grinned wide enough that it nearly split his face apart. “I think you got the description backwards.”

Andrealphus gripped Stolas’ face with one hand and rucked up the fabric covering Stolas’ backside. Even without parting the fine feathers there Andrealphus could see the slightest pink among them.

He let go of Stolas’ face so he could use both hands. “Good lord,” Andrealphus sucked in a hissing breath, rubbing at Stolas’ puffy and already leaking hole “How often does that animal fuck you? You look like an overused toy.”

“Blitzø knows what he’s doing. Unlike someone,” Stolas said in a bored tone. He reached behind and slipped into himself easily. “I’m going to cum whether you’re going to do something or not. Leave if you want.”

Andrealphus gritted his beak, and for a second he did consider leaving Stolas like this. But then he saw the hand Stolas didn’t have inside of himself was playing with his necklace, and the color scheme was abruptly and undoubtedly intentional. Andrealphus saw red.

Why was Stolas still thinking about that imp? It had been months. It was all over the news and every gossip circle that they had fallen out. The imp was taking on more clients than ever and Stolas was barely seen outside of his palace. And yet here he was, picking his jewelry based on who it reminded him of, a fucking dirt poor commoner that threw him away once the opportunity came.

Stolas’ fingers were ripped out of his hole and replaced by Andrealphus’ cock, pushing all the way in until they were flushed against each other and Stolas was rising on the tip of his talons, gasping from the rough intrusion.

“Haaaaa…” Stolas laughed, though it mixed with his moans. “Of course you would be soooo familiar with that spell. Still trying to pretend you’re not as salacious as the rest of hell?”

“Stop talking.”

“Hmmm, well, when I’m with Blitzø my mouth is usually otherwise occupied, or unable to speak all together. As I say, you might be able to conjure a cock, but whether or not you know how to use iiiiiiiiiiit—ohhhhhhhhh…”

Andrealphus’ movement was all hard thrusts and bruising pace. He didn’t want Stolas to talk back at all. “I suppose—I understand why Stella would say—ah—you are bad in bed, your body is so obviously made to be fucked—”

“Do not bring that woman up,” Stolas bit out. And that was no good, the talking back, the still coherent thoughts, the not shaking knees. Andrealphus wanted Stolas to walk out of here with the clear limp in his steps so that everyone would know he just got well and truly fucked. He wanted Stolas to show up next time, dressed in crystals and aquamarine, pathetically broadcasting to the world how much he wanted to sit on Andrealphus’ cock and never get off. Just a shuddering, wet mess of a whore born into a royal’s body. Stolas was letting out tiny strings of “oh, oh, oh—” in time with Andrealphus’ thrusts. The feathers on Stolas’ back were straining to puff out through the sweat that matted them.

Andrealphus didn’t want to drag this out. This was a quick fuck in the secluded corner behind a tapastry, nothing more. So he pushed in hard and pressed a finger just below Stolas’ opening, stimulating the sensitive spot from both sides, and just as Andrealphus planned, Stolas came with a shuddering gasp, twisting his torso around and pressing his thighs together to milk the sensation longer.

Andrealphus pulled out and came on Stolas’ tender backside, rubbing the stickiness into Stolas’ legs in a possessive haze after experiencing continuous pleasure rather than one single good orgasm, better than he had remembered in a while. In his orgasm-muddled mind, he let his talons linger on the thighs he never knew would be so lovely to the touch. Just as his fingertips started to trail further down, Stolas stood up straight, draped his robe over his glistening hole and efficiently combed every feather and fabric back in place like he wasn’t a mess of drool and Andrealphus’ cum a few minutes ago.

“Have a good rest of your evening, Andrealphus,” Stolas said, red eyes never even glancing at him as he adjusted his necklace, swept past him and left nothing but the vacuum of his absence.

And if Andrealphus froze that entire part of the palace and few of the staff in the aftermath, it wasn’t fucking enough.

#helluva boss #stolas #andrealphus x stolas #andrealphus #my writing

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amol chapter 37 (which is 200 pages, so i am justified in making a whole recap for just 1 chapter!)

lan notes that there are many women fighting even among the southerners and also says “have you ever seen a man OR WOMAN from the two rivers ride?” (capslock mine lmao) when another borderlander says a lot of the newcomers look more like farmers than soldiers. we love to see it!!

“the babes kicked as she [healed birgitte]. did they react to times when she healed someone, or was that her fancy?” 🥺

“elayne’s sturdy boots looked like something a soldier would wear, not a queen, but she didn’t intend to ride into battle wearing slippers.” tuon and min take notes. and nynaeve for that matter. this has always been true of elayne: as much as mat, birgitte, and fandom criticize her for being a spoiled noble, she never hesitates to get her hands dirty when it’s called for and has no problem roughing it, wearing grungy boots, selling her own jewels to fill the city coffers, etc.

“[the guardswomen were] watching the seanchan with distrust. elayne understood the sentiment perfectly.” when elayne gets healing from a damane and sul’dam by offering her foot: “both seemed to take it as an insult. elayne had certainly intended it as one.” elayne tells birgitte to tell them to heal the others: “these seanchan paid very close attention to which people could speak to one another. elayne would not give them the honor of speaking to them directly.” “[the sul’dam] was highborn. light willing, elayne had managed to insult her again.” upon seeing how a scout bows and scrapes to tuon and mat: “she was also sickened. no ruler should demand such of her subjects. a nation’s strength came from the strength of its people; break them, and you were breaking your own back.” GO OFF!!!!!!! and so we have confirmation that elayne is indeed one of the few who does not have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair where the seanchan are concerned. the last passage is especially refreshing because someone is for once acknowledging that channelers aren’t the only ones who suffer under seanchan rule and disproving the “seanchan make life great for normal people!” fallacy. @ elayne, egwene, and gawyn: fuck everyone else i respect you!!!!!

“she took a moment to properly compose herself. smooth features, emotions in control. she picked at her hair, straightened her dress, then walked into the building. ‘what,’ she bellowed as she stepped in, ‘in the name of a bloody, two-fingered trolloc haystack-grunter do you think you are doing, matrim cauthon?’ unsurprisingly, the curse made the man grin as he looked up from the map table.” THEY’RE MARRIED!!!!

mat is wearing pink ribbon on his hat 🤮

“‘hello, elayne,’ mat said. ‘i figured that i could look forward to seeing you soon.’ he waved to a chair, bearing the red and gold of andor, at the side of the room. it was extra cushioned, with a cup of warm tea steaming on the stand beside it. burn you, matrim cauthon, she thought. when did you grow so clever?” MARRIED!!!!

no actually i’m on the floor over mat preemptively having a THRONE - an extra-cushioned one! - and a cup of warm tea prepared for elayne 😭😭 is that husband behavior or is that husband behavior!! it is the last battle but by god is he going to take the extra time to make sure his pregnant wife is comfortable and cared for! and seated on a throne as she deserves!

“‘i’d guess it has less to do with that medallion of yours and more to do with you having too thick a head for compulsion to penetrate.’ ‘bloody right,’ mat said.” MARRIED!!!!

“i come for the dragon reborn!” oh i bet you do, demandred. “you will send for him. either that, or i will see that your screams bring him.” when your ex has blocked you on all social media platforms and you’ve gotta come up with alternate methods of contacting them. demandred is standing in the street outside rand’s house screaming at him for the whole neighborhood to hear until tam finally sticks his head out the window and informs him rand isn’t even home right now.

rand sent “a small angreal of a man holding a sword” to logain and the asha’man. is this fat little man angreal my beloved?? aww i’m bummed he’s not with rand for the last battle. but excited that he has been sent off for another important purpose! presumably!

“gawyn didn’t like egwene standing there, head and shoulders hanging out over the battlefield. he held his tongue; the gateway was as safe as they could make it. he couldn’t protect her from everything.” king 😌 birgitte take notes

“where are you, lews therin! you were seen at each of the other battlefields in disguise. are you here too? fight me!” i literally cannot take demandred seriously jkjfgh he is soooo desperate

“[demandred was] killing thousands. and here they stood.” “how long would he just stand around and do nothing while men died? you promised, he thought to himself. you said you were willing to stand in her shadow. that didn’t mean he had to stop doing important work, did it?” okay so gawyn’s ~hero complex~ and ~inability to stand in egwene’s shadow~ is actually just survivor’s guilt and the very reasonable anxiety that it is the last goddamn battle and he’s not doing as much to help as he’s capable of. you all are so wrong about him all the time! how is this any different from rand’s pathological need to save everyone?

oooh interesting, gawyn’s exhaustion leaves and strength returns when he puts the bloodknife ring back on, so it’s kinda like a drug i guess, and maybe that’s why bloodknives don’t live long (in addition to the fact that they activate the rings for the purpose of going on suicide missions). and now he puts on ALL the rings! boy oh boy.

perrin was gravely injured after returning from TAR and is now in mayene, where tam predicts he’ll spend the entire last battle. lmao classic perrin, god. why the hell wasn’t he the ef5 to get killed off if he already accomplished his one task and is just gonna spend the rest of the last battle unconscious on the other side of the continent?

“what is that boy up to?” tam wonders upon receiving mat’s new orders. fondly baffled father-in-law ❤️

“dannil could say, and think, what he wanted - but tam doubted he would have liked to endure the things that had forced mat, perrin, and rand to become the people they now were.” 😭

“galad damodred was a man who could have used a few stiff drinks in him.” mat informs us that galad has a pretty face without adding To Women, I’m Sure. “‘you’ll do as you’re told,’ mat said.” oh.........Daddy Mat? 😳 i guess a few stiff drinks are not the only thing galad could use in him, am i right

“together, mat and demandred were composing a grand painting. each responded to the other’s moves with subtle care.” why is this so romantic. they should forget about rand and run off into the sunset with each other

“he noticed, with amusement, that in shifting it about for ‘comfort,’ [elayne] had somehow gotten birgitte to wedge [the throne] up a few inches, so she now sat exactly level with tuon. maybe an inch higher.” djkjfg good for her!! mat doesn’t even mind elayne flexing on his wife, he’s just fond at her for it. because it’s actually ELAYNE who’s his wife! this is the type of childish pettiness that feels made up for sanderson!elayne and ooc for original!elayne, but it’s hilarious and flexes on tuon, so i don’t care.

elayne wants to know mat’s plans, but mat’s reluctant to say anything outright in the command tent because he suspects demandred has a spy in there. and so, fascinatingly, he leads elayne and birgitte ONLY out of the tent to share his suspicions with them, and deliberately avoids tuon’s eyes when she questions him as he leaves. he does not trust her but he trusts elayne!!! so implicitly!!

“i want you away from the command post. i’ll tell you what i’m doing. if something goes wrong, you’ll have to pick another general, all right?” HE TRUSTS HER SO MUCH she is his right-hand woman! his bestie! his person! literally why the fuck is she not the one he married. we’ve now had 2 or 3 scenes this book of mat and elayne general-ing together like a power couple while mat’s actual wife either sits there in complete silence or is not trusted enough to come join the convo. we could’ve had mat and rand as brother-husbands if rj hadn’t been too much of a coward to let women have multiple boyfriends in addition to the reverse! (or better yet mat and rand also dating but that would’ve been even less likely to Actually happen, of course.)

“she folded her arms above her swollen belly. light, it seemed bigger every day.” mat is so soft for elayne and the babies!! 🥺 also, at some point in this chapter it is outright confirmed that elayne is 6 months pregnant. so @tonysstressball you are TECHNICALLY correct, but i still don’t buy it jkjfg i recognize that the council has made a decision but given that it’s a stupid ass decision i’ve elected to ignore it.gif

mat has been barking orders at everyone else, and offending min by saying he “could use” her, but to elayne, he says “i’d like you to go help at the ford” he loves and respects his wife 🥺 because she is his co-commander and he acknowledges her as an equal in every way!

elayne leaves, and i fear this may be our last matlayne interaction 😭😭😭 it was a good run!!!!

mat’s note to galad: “p.s. if you see any trollocs with quarterstaffs, i suggest you let golever fight them instead, as i know you have trouble with those types.” DJFKJG get his ass!!

forsaken!nynaeve in the vision of the future the dark one shows to rand.........hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me 😳

egwene thinks “i have not finished with you” about tuon. literally why take the time to set this up as the big faceoff of the fourth age only to kill egwene off??? make it make sense!

siuan to egwene: “when moiraine and i set out to find the boy, i had no idea the pattern would send you to us as well.” egwene and rand co-protagonists!!! egwene is ta’veren!!!

“it is...comforting to know i’ve had a hand in shaping what is to come. and if a woman were to wish for a legacy, she could not dream of greater than one such as you.” 😭😭😭 why the fuck is egwene getting killed off!!!!! it’s not even about personal character preferences or not wanting my favs to die, it is, objectively speaking, narratively unsatisfying to set up so much stuff about how egwene is going to shape the fourth age and then kill her before she gets the chance to!

gawyn is going to fight demandred!!!!! this is definitely how he’s gonna get killed, but by god what a sexy move!!!

“once, perhaps, he would have done this for the pride of the battle and the chance to pit himself against demandred. that was not his heart now. his heart was the need. someone had to fight this creature, someone had to kill him or they would lose this battle.” okay so literally WHY does everybody fuss about gawyn doing stupid shit out of a selfish desire to be the hero???? the narrative OUTRIGHT SAYS that he is doing this NOT for personal glory, but for the world’s need, and you all just go “i can’t read suddenly i don’t know”!!!! i’ve had enough!!! i waited FOURTEEN BOOKS to find out gawyn’s great crime, and it turns out there was no crime, you guys just can’t read!! yes, silviana later blames him for being selfish etc but she hates him and has a biased pov on him that can’t be trusted, any more than we can trust mat’s pov on elayne.

me @ the entire wheel of time fandom except for the 2 other people of culture who like gawyn:

gawyn describes demandred as “handsome and imperious” without adding To Women, I’m Sure. they should also forget about rand and run off into the sunset with each other.

i don’t want to lose my boy but by god am i excited to see this Foil Faceoff!! what a delicious thing to do, sending the character who let go of his obsession with personal vengeance against TDR for the sake of the greater good to fight the character who turned to the shadow because he cannot let go of his obsession with personal vengeance against TDR. delicious!!

demandred keeps calling gawyn “little man” “little swordsman” and refers to elayne as “the little queen” Daddy Demandred 😳

“is that not what your dragon claims he can do?” “why do you keep calling him my dragon?” JKJFGKJHKJH one last rand/gawyn crumb for the road! demandred is so jealous

demandred thinks that the general leading the battle is too good to be anyone but rand, so he thinks that mat is either a) rand disguised with an illusion or b) receiving messages from rand through the one power. cauthor rights?

demandred: i face a true master on the battlefield mat: what up i’m mat i’m 21 and i never fucking learned how to read

i love this whole duel!! all the different swordforms, it’s like they’re dancing, it’s so good!! and can we talk about the fact that gawyn, a non-channeler, is holding his own in a swordfight with a fucking forsaken????? yes he has the advantage of the rings but still, KING SHIT!!!! @tonysstressball you’ve been laughing all this time because i was saying demandred was sexy and you knew he was gonna kill gawyn, haven’t you dkfjg well it’s okay because if gawyn had to die (which i’ve known since i started the series that he did), then getting killed by the sexiest forsaken after putting up an insanely impressive fight and having a delicious Foil Faceoff is just the way i would want him to go!

however! i am still heartbroken!!!

“he wobbled and fell to his knees, looking down at a hole in his gut. demandred had thrust straight through the mail, then pulled his sword free in a single fluid motion. why can’t...why can’t i feel anything?” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“if you do survive this and see lews therin, tell him i am very much looking forward to a match between the two of us, sword against sword.” oh i’ll bet you are, demandred. sword against sword, huh?

“his heart cried out; he needed to return to egwene.” 😭😭😭😭😭

rhuarc falls under graendal’s compulsion, oh no!!!

i’m just saying, rand’s vision of the future includes seanchan living happily whereas in the dark one’s vision the whole seanchan continent had become uninhabitable 🤷 #thedarkonewasright

egwene senses that gawyn is dying 😭😭😭😭

we have a weird pov swap mid-section that made it past editing lmao it’s all silviana pov and then there’s a random paragraph of egwene pov in the middle of the scene. i remember there was something like that in TOM as well.

birgitte goes on a spiel to elayne about how all her memories are gone now. that sucks, but it’s really not the time for this birgitte lmao we’re in the middle of the last battle here

galad to elayne: “i assume that it would be completely futile to inform you how inappropriate it is for a woman in your condition to be on the battlefield.” galad your mom would whoop your ass for saying that. she would whoop your ass while in labor, in fact! oh man the show better make it to the last season so i can make a parallels gifset of tigraine and elayne battling while pregnant! the mother of rand and the mother of rand’s children! oh i am passing away

“if we lose this war, galad, my children will be born into captivity to the dark one, if they are born at all. i think fighting is worth the risk.” an excellent point that Certain Readers who whine about elayne taking risks while pregnant do not seem to understand. “‘so long as you refrain from holding the sword personally.’ ...the words implied that he was giving her permission - permission - to lead her troops.” galad is the worst!! constantly undermining elayne’s authority and talking down to her! elayne is 10000% right to treat him the way she does and i’ll die on that hill. and most of her behavior towards galad that Certain Readers claim is SOOoOOoOOOOoooOO immature really just reads like standard exasperation with an overprotective older brother. she’s never once done or thought anything truly malicious to or about him (unlike HIM joining an organization dedicated to persecuting women like HER............)

“you’re not asking me to guess the mind of matrim cauthon, are you? i’m convinced that mat only acts simple so that people will let him get away with more.” elayne knows her husband!!!!

elayne trying to read mat’s letter to galad: “elayne waited patiently - patiently - to a count of three, then moved her horse up beside galad’s mount and craned her neck to read. honestly, one would think he’d take concern for the comfort of a pregnant woman.” JKJFG i love her your honor!! this line really has a ring of jordan!nynaeve to it, i love it. the other day i was reading a compilation post of some funny early-series nynaeve pov lines like this and realizing how much i really missed that after ACOS. from WH on nynaeve was so sidelined and got so little pov, and even then that pov lacked a lot of the bite and humor it used to have, i feel like. there’s a difference between making her more mature due to character development and sapping away the uniqueness and energy that made her her.

“the handwriting was much neater and the spelling much better in this one than the one he’d sent her weeks ago. apparently, the pressure of battle made matrim cauthon into a better clerk.” not sanderson roasting his own TOM mat letter jkdjfjg this is hilarious

mat is sending galad close to demandred and gave him one of elayne’s medallion copies to protect him from channeling. if FREAKING GALAD ends up killing demandred where gawyn failed, i am going to be SO MAD!!!!! (update: freaking galad does not end up killing demandred, thankfully)

galad is okay with killing women because women are just as capable of being evil as men #feministking and elayne’s like “wow that’s the only thing you’ve ever said that didn’t make me want to strangle you” jkdjfjg the bar for that is on the floor

“demandred knew how to gamble. mat could sense it through the movements of troops. mat was playing against one of the best who had ever lived” they’re falling in love while waging a war i swear “and the stake this time was not wealth. they diced for the lives of men, and the final prize was the world itself. blood and bloody ashes, but that excited him. he did feel guilty about that, but it was exciting.” oh, and gawyn’s the one who’s hungry for personal glory at the expense of other people’s lives? 😤 no but that feels SO ooc for mat. i will chalk it up to all the battle commanders in his head taking the wheel so strongly during this whole thing.

mat thinking logain is insane for being jealous of rand being TDR, truly demandred’s (other) foil!

“what he would give to be done with all of these high heads. mat might be one of them now, but that could be fixed.” by divorcing tuon. “all he had to do was convince tuon to forsake her throne and run off with him.” he does NOT know her at all, does he? another one for the “he loves her but he doesn’t like/know/understand her” file. “compared to the challenge he now faced, tuon seemed to be an easy knot to untie.” yes, all you have to do is draw up divorce papers. i give this marriage 6 months post last battle, tops. very interesting how he says TUON is the knot to be untied, not tuon’s throne or tuon’s noble status or something like that.

min throws herself at tuon to protect her when gray men attack. LITERALLY WHY????? she basically kidnapped you! not to mention you were literally enslaved by her people back in TGH, though that’s had so little an effect on you that i forgot it even happened. and it’s not like tuon’s survival is important for the last battle, she has not contributed SHIT so far and definitely isn’t going to!

mat is fighting fiercely to protect tuon, and then min sees a gray man about to kill her and throws her dagger, killing the gray man. “min breathed out. never in her life had she been so happy to see a knife fly true.” LITERALLY WHY?????? JUST LET HER DIE why the fuck has min gone from being so upset about being kidnapped and made tuon’s truthspeaker to feeling genuine relief upon tuon not being killed? there was NO character or relationship development to bring about such a drastic change in the span of a few scenes! also i guess min is more relieved about saving tuon’s life than the handful of times she managed to get a knife in someone who was attacking rand lmao! i can’t believe min has contributed one (1) thing in the last battle and it is saving tuon’s life. goddammit!!!!!!!!!! classic min.

siuan is dead! rip! i did get spoiled on that, but quite quite recently, only within the last few months i think. i’m not that attached to her tbh, i like her but her death was an “aww bummer” rather than a real emotional reaction (tho i might’ve felt more strongly if i hadn’t known it was coming, of course). i would’ve been more emotional if we saw egwene reacting to her death, but i doubt we will get the chance to since egwene is also not long for this world.

mat is being so protective of tuon and frantic that she’s injured, i’m sick of this lmao why didn’t they just let her fucking die!!!! god!!!!!! siuan died so fucking tuon could live!!!

egwene feels gawyn’s life fading fast. “i’m coming, gawyn, she thought, growing frantic. i’m coming.” 😭😭😭😭😭

i know i know, i’m being excommunicated from the fandom for being more upset about gawyn’s death than siuan’s djkfjg to be fair, siuan’s death happened so fast and with such little fanfare that it was hard to feel that strongly about it, plus the only person who reacted to it was min going “oh no! anyway.” i’m sure it’ll hit WAY harder in the show (if they do kill her off there)

this demandred pov has me in HYSTERICS jkdjfg just you wait and see all the gay shit he says here

“he had thought himself long past caring for a woman again - how could affection thrive beside the burning passion that was his hatred for lews therin?” I’M. okay. this line speaks for itself.

he admits that lews therin was better than him at everything but warfare, including “capturing the hearts of men” YJHFGJ demandred is jealous that lews therin got more dick than him. bicon LTT rights!

demandred continues to fall in love with mat via the dance of battle tactics

“[the female love interest sanderson hastily introduced for demandred because he realized he made demandred too gay] took his hand, and something stirred within him. it was quickly smothered by his hatred.” repressed gay demandred rights

“‘i would cast it all away,’ he said, looking into her eyes. ‘everything for a chance at lews therin.’” things to say to your girlfriend during sex. literally the “i bet he’s thinking about other women” meme.

“her voice seemed to imply that perhaps, once lews therin was dead, demandred would be able to become his own man again.” sorry girl you’re barking up the wrong tree, this man is gay and already in a relationship. “he was not certain. rule only interested him insofar as he could use it against his ancient enemy.” he’ll be so sad when lews therin dies

“but within him, there was something that wished it was not so. that was new. yes, it was.” I Could Fix Him.................

demandred flexing on taim 🥵🥵🥵

“i care only for lews therin” we know, demandred

brief juilin pov! hello king!

“what did you do when the one power failed, the thing you relied upon to raise you above common folk?” galad is literally the worst person mat could’ve chosen to give an anti-channeling medallion to. except for tuon whom mat also plans to give one to. mat stop giving anti-channeling medallions THAT ELAYNE MADE FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS to people who want to oppress channelers challenge

gawyn reaches galad for his dying breaths 😭😭😭😭

"i failed. i should have...i should have stayed with her. i killed hammar. did you know that? i killed him. light. i should have picked a side...” “this will hurt her. and at the end of it, i failed. to kill him.” all his dying words are about beating himself up for failures 😭😭😭 he deserves better!!!! i’m especially mad that killing hammar keeps getting brought up (within the fandom as well) as a crime of gawyn’s when an earlier book outright stated that hammar attacked gawyn first and gawyn was only defending himself.

“i tried to kill him, but i wasn’t good enough. i’ve never...been quite good...enough...” NOOOOOOOOOO BABY BOY YOU’RE GOOD ENOUGH TO ME!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“[galad] had loved his brother, loved him deeply - and gawyn, unlike elayne, had returned the sentiment.” TAKE A FUCKING HIKE GALAD stop hogging gawyn’s death scene with your stupid self-pity about how ~mean~ elayne is to you!!! i hate him!!! he should be the one dying, not gawyn!!! it’s not faaaaaaaaair!!!! and galad is “surprised” to find himself crying lmfao why are you so much of a robot that you’re surprised that you’re crying as your brother bleeds out in your arms?

gawyn tells galad that rand is his brother! and his very final words are: “don’t hate him, galad. i always hated him, but i stopped. i...stopped...” one last rand/gawyn crumb for the road 😭 i can’t believe gawyn’s last words ever are saying that he doesn’t hate rand anymore and telling someone else not to hate him. growth!!!

AND NOW GAWYN IS DEAD, RIP TO A KING, MY BLORBO, WHO DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HIS LIFE!!!

and now galad is definitely gearing up to kill demandred UGH it’s so unfair!!! even with the medallion, galad should NOT be more capable of killing demandred than gawyn was with his rings + warder abilities! he was killed by being defeated in swordfighting, not by demandred channeling on him! and galad is about equal to gawyn in swordfighting abilities, but does not have the rings and warder abilities to give him an edge! it should’ve been galad who went against demandred first and failed and then gawyn who went in with more abilities and killed him! (update: galad does not kill demandred, but he does do better in the fight and ultimately survive, so i stand by this bullet point)

also, i wish gawyn’s death scene had been with elayne instead of galad, their relationship had way more importance throughout the series! gawyn and galad barely (if ever) thought about each other after the tower coup, but elayne was right alongside egwene as gawyn’s raison d’etre for so long and they had their wonderful scene in the last book, she should’ve been the one to hold him as he died! SHE would’ve reassured him that he had been good enough! and then elayne could’ve gone apeshit and killed demandred!

speaking of going apeshit, now we see egwene’s reaction 😭😭😭

“something severed within her. it was as if a knife suddenly tore into her and scooped out the piece of gawyn inside, leaving only emptiness. she screamed, falling to her knees. no. no, it couldn’t be. she could feel him, just ahead! she’d been running for him. she could...she could...he was gone. egwene howled, opening herself to the one power and drawing in as much as she could hold. she let it out as a wall of flames toward the sharans who were all around now...she would destroy them! light! it hurt. it hurt so badly.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

but also:

that’s what it’s all about!!! that’s the good shit!!! she is serving rand after rahvin killed mat and aviendha vibes!!! queen eldrene at the fall of manetheren vibes!!! delicious!!!

tuon and mat have a fake fight to throw off the spy and i wish with all my heart that it was a real fight

“‘peaches!’ rand said, aghast. everyone knew those were poisonous.” why is this so funny jdkfjgh somehow this feels like the spiritual successor to eotw rand spitting out his milk in surprise when he sees the fade. he’s just a baby your honor.

the dark one’s new vision of a future where he wins: “men who think they are oppressed will someday fight. i will remove from them not just their will to resist, but the very suspicion that something is wrong.” soooooo literally exactly what the seanchan empire is like already???

bryne has died. could not care less!

demandred is hunting elayne to get rand’s attention. because he’s decided that elayne is the girlfriend who’s most important to rand 😌

“demandred, you call for the dragon reborn! you demand to fight him! he is not here, but his brother is!” okay that’s a baller line from galad, i will admit

“i grow displeased. lews therin can hate me or rail against me, but he should not ignore me.” demandred are you sure you meant to include the word “against” in that sentence?

so it seems that nynaeve’s one (1) contribution in the last battle is going to be healing alanna, and moiraine’s i guess is going to be nothing. super fun and satisfying!

mat: [yells at bashere] bashere: joke’s on you i’m into that

that’s true of every interaction anyone has with any saldaean, really. bless them. i hope the show can manage to incorporate this element of their culture without making it feel like a breeding ground for abusive relationships lmao because it IS hilarious.

“he also felt a pull from the north, a tugging, as if some threads around his chest were yanking on him. not now, rand, he thought. i’m bloody busy.” exasperated boyfriend. also, note that the tugging now feels like threads yanking on mat’s chest rather than his gut. because it’s not the ta’veren pull, it’s just his heart wanting to go to rand!

mat and teslyn reunion!!! ❤️❤️

“if rand were dead, we’d know it. he’ll have to watch out for himself, without matrim cauthon saving him this time.” exasperated boyfriend part 2. we were robbed of warder!mat part 7,000.

silviana talks shit about gawyn 🔪🔪 but egwene is not gonna stand for that any more than i am! “that fool boy saved my life from seanchan assassins. i would not be here to mourn if he had not done so. i would suggest that you remember that, silviana, when you speak of the dead.” 👏👏👏

silviana also shares her view that warders are a weakness (since the pain of losing them has such a strong effect on the aes sedai), which is the first time we’ve heard ANY reasonable explanation for reds not having warders besides just that they hate men lmao

“egwene al’vere can grieve. egwene al’vere lost a man she loved, and she felt him die through a bond. the amyrlin has sympathy for egwene al’vere, as she would have sympathy for any aes sedai dealing with such loss. and then, in the face of the last battle, the amyrlin would expect that woman to pick herself up and return to the fight.” sobbing and cheering, cheering and sobbing. i disagree vehemently that the romance with gawyn took away from egwene’s character, i always loved seeing her Heart Vs. Duty conflict and struggling to reconcile egwene al’vere and the amyrlin seat (rand parallels, anyone?) and i think it added to her character by making her more complex and giving her conflicting desires and motivations. we see a little of this through her friendships with elayne and especially nynaeve too, but not as strongly.

“she drew a deep breath, pulling in more of the one power. she allowed herself anger. fury at the shadowspawn who threatened the world, anger at them for taking gawyn from her.” mood 😭

and egwene bonds egeanin! so egeanin is indeed the seanchan woman who will help her or whatever the dream was

“egwene strode back onto the killing fields, bringing the fury of the amyrlin with her.” YEAAAHHH SHE’S GONNA FUCK SHIT UP!!!! GO ON THAT APESHIT POWER BLAST!!!!

galad is doing better against demandred in a swordfight than gawyn did, which i am calling absolute bullshit on because even if galad WAS a better swordfighter than gawyn (which he isn’t) gawyn’s rings and warder abilities would’ve given him a huge advantage that galad doesn’t have! demandred isn’t even trying to channel on him that much either, he does a couple times but it’s mostly swordfighting. and this is only a copy medallion, shouldn’t it not work against more powerful weaves?

you know what should’ve happened is that mat should’ve ultimately been the one to defeat demandred because a) he has the one true medallion, which offers stronger protection than the copies, b) they are foils, c) the two of them have been leading the entire battle against each other the whole time, so it would’ve been narratively satisfying to see them come face-to-face. and d) mat is good at hand-to-hand combat too with his ashandarei, maybe even better than galad and gawyn since he defeated them in TDR (tho i forget if maybe they were both using quarterstaffs in that fight, not their preferred weapon, rather than swords)

tho actually demandred DID defeat galad, so that’s okay. but galad is still alive.

“i saw androl. i followed him for a while.” “i don’t care about that one!” mood!!

“a stone slab, where a body had been burned long ago, rested here alone. overgrown with life: vines, grass, flowers...rand’s grave. the place where his body had been burned following the last battle.” 😭😭

RAND CREATES A VISION OF THE FUTURE WHERE HE KILLED THE DARK ONE AND REALIZES IT’S BAD BECAUSE HE TOOK CHOICE AWAY FROM ELAYNE AND AVIENDHA!!!!! JUST LIKE HIS VISION WITH EGWENE IN THE SHOW!!!!!

you all knew all along that that 1x08 vision was a deliberate homage to this scene, of course jkjfg but i’m experiencing them in reverse order and am very leonardo dicaprio pointing at tv.jpg right now!!!!

first of all, we get unexpected randlayne (via a vision dreamworld but still)!!!! i was not ready!!!

“elayne was as beautiful as she’d been when they’d last parted” ❤️❤️❤️

“rand approached her, glancing at the garden wall that he had once fallen over, tumbling down to meet her for the first time. these gardens were far different, but that wall remained. it had weathered the scouring of caemlyn and the coming of a new age.” HOLD ON A SECOND MAN HOLD ON A SECOND 😭😭😭😭 The Wall™ exists in rand’s dream version of the future! and elayne and aviendha have a close relationship even 100 years after the last battle in his dream version of the future!

elayne really does feel like The Main Love Interest in this scene and dare i say in the entirety of AMOL. like, rand going back to the very spot where they first met during a key moment in his confrontation with the dark one, that’s huge!!

“elayne looked at him from her bench. her eyes widened immediately, and her hand went to her mouth. ‘rand?’...elayne smiled. ‘is this a prank? daughter, where are you? have you used the mask of mirrors to trick me again?’” 😭😭❤️❤️

“that wasn’t elayne...was it? the tone seemed off, the mannerisms wrong.” “that simpering tone, that vapid reaction...elayne had never been like that.” “but it was wrong too. he thought aviendha would be a wonderful mother, but to imagine her seeking to spend all day playing with other people’s children...” “she was not herself...because rand had taken from her the ability to be herself.” WHAT ABOUT WHAT SHE WANTS!!!!!! THAT’S NOT THE WOMAN I LOVE!!!!!! SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!!!!!!!!!!

also, i am absolutely losing my mind that min plays no part WHATSOEVER in this vision! it’s because it’s 100 years in the future and as a non-channeler she wouldn’t still be alive like elayne and aviendha are, but still, sanderson/rand COULD’VE chosen to set this vision only 50 years in the future and include min, but no! elayne and aviendha are the main love interests! they’re the ones who matter most to rand! seeing/hearing about them being so different from themselves (avi is not actually present, elayne just talks about her) is what makes him realize he can’t kill the dark one! i feel god in this chili’s tonight! once again cementing the “min was just a fling at a time when rand needed Literally Anyone to keep him company but elayne and avi are endgame” vibes!

on that note, i’m retroactively laughing at rand always brushing off the idea of marrying min when nynaeve hassled him about it lmao he claims it was because it would hurt her or endanger her, but really he just Wasn’t That Into Her.

i do love the faile and the horn sidequest. she’s such a damn hero!!!

“egwene al’vere strode past them up the slope, glowing with the power of a hundred bonfires.” YEAAAAHHHH egwene’s apeshit power blasts are something that can be so personal

somebody better kill logain in this battle because he is giving off ominous vibes for the fourth age (“the world would know of him and the black tower, and they would tremble before him as they never had for the amyrlin seat.”)

“[during the seanchan attack on the tower] her rage had been fringed by desperation and terror. this time, it was a white-hot thing, like a metal heated beyond the point of being worked by a smith. she, egwene al’vere, had been given stewardship of this land. she, the amyrlin seat, would not be bullied by the shadow any longer. she would not retreat. she would not bow as her resources failed. she would fight.” YEEEAAAAHHHH

interesting pov from ila rethinking the way of the leaf! and thinking about aram 😭

WHY THE FUCK DID NOBODY WARN ME THAT BELA DIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE ONE CHARACTER DEATH IN THE WHOLE SERIES I WASN’T SPOILED ABOUT AND ALSO THE ONE I WOULD’VE NEEDED THE MOST ADVANCE WARNING FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i’m dead inside. moving on.

“lord rand had come to him, making apologies. to him! well, hurin would do him proud. the dragon reborn did not need the forgiveness of a little thief-taker, but hurin still felt as if the world had righted itself. lord rand was lord rand again.” 😭😭😭

“the names of those who had died for him, starting with only women, but now expanded to each and every person he should have been able to save - but hadn’t.” THANK you sanderson lmao! the show will for sure take this approach right off the bat.

and now rand witnesses a bunch of deaths, including bashere, his wife, hurin, and enaila 😭😭😭 those are also deaths i hadn’t been spoiled on. but not as traumatic as bela’s death!

“he wept for gawyn.” i keep saying one last rand/gawyn crumb for the road and then there’s one more!

birgitte dies, i was spoiled on this one as well lmao but also very recently and in the context of, you guessed it, reading a reddit comment where someone was shitting on elayne and claiming that she got birgitte killed (which is absolutely not true in the slightest, and i’m pretty sure birgitte’s death is a good thing anyway because it might mean she gets returned to TAR in time for her next rebirth and gets all her memories back)

this scene of min rooting out the spy is pretty cool of her, i will admit! the only cool/significant thing she’s done since book 4. why tf hasn’t she been doing stuff like this with her viewings all along? it’s a perfect example of a non-channeler non-warrior character exhibiting a different skillset and type of strength to contribute something meaningful.

also she owns tuon publicly, which is something i always love to see: “as truthspeaker to the empress fortuona, i speak now the truth. she has abandoned the armies of humankind, and she withholds her strength in a time of need. her pride will cause the destruction of all people, everywhere.”

and we get to egwene’s final scene. despite the abundance of crying emojis in this post, this is the only part of the book (so far) where i actually cried

she invents a weave to reverse balefire’s damage to the pattern, holy shit her power!!!!!! “the opposite of balefire. a fire of her own, a weave of light and rebuilding. the flame of tar valon.” 😭😭😭

“in that moment, egwene felt a peace come upon her. the pain of gawyn’s death faded. he would be reborn. the pattern would continue.” 😭😭😭 “she reached more deeply into saidar, that glowing comfort that had guided her so long.” 😭😭😭

“her body was spent. she offered it up and became a column of light, releasing the flame of tar valon into the ground beneath her and high into the sky. the power left her in a quiet, beautiful explosion, washing across the sharans and sealing the cracks created by her fight with m’hael. egwene’s soul separated from her collapsing body and rested upon that wave, riding it into the light.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i got choked up again just typing that up! rip to a legend, an icon, the biggest damn hero of the whole series!!!!!

thoughts on egwene’s death: while i hate that she died seeing as the fourth age needs her so badly to stand against the seanchan and continue reforming the white tower, if she HAD to die, then i’m very satisfied with the way she went out. it was such a powerful scene!! and she didn’t die uselessly (like gawyn..........), she died to heal the pattern itself AND to destroy taim and ALL the sharan channelers. though i do wish she’d gotten demandred too, his killer absolutely should have been either egwene (to avenge gawyn) or mat (since they’re narrative foils).

also, i’ve seen people blame gawyn for egwene’s death, so i presume that’s part of the reason why he’s hated, but if i hadn’t seen people saying that, it wouldn’t have occurred to me that he could be considered at fault. obviously his death pushed egwene over the edge, but once she returns to the fight, it’s only one of many reasons for her anger - the bulk of it is anger at the shadow for destroying the world, not just gawyn-specific feral rage, and i do think she would’ve gotten to this point after fighting a hopeless battle for so long and seeing so many people die even if gawyn hadn’t died (after all, it’s what rand and many other characters are also feeling right now even without having warders die). not to mention that her actual death is a moment of peace, heroism, and healing, not gawyn-specific feral rage. my client is innocent, your honor!

moving on

“egwene died. rand screamed in denial, in rage, in sorrow. ‘not her! NOT HER!’” “rand bent over, squeezing his eyes shut. i will protect you, he thought. whatever else happens, i will see you safe, i swear it. i swear it...” that felt like a callback quote, so i looked it up and it’s what rand thinks about her at the eye of the world in book 1 😭😭😭 god this is going to hit even harder in the show with the deepening of their initial relationship!

galad tells berelain to bring the medallion back to mat, so now i’m second-guessing that it’s a copy, could it be mat’s original??? in which case i would take back my complaint that it shouldn’t have protected against all demandred’s weaves. but i have a hard time believing mat would give his own original medallion away during the last battle, so i’m skeptical. i could go back and reread the passage where he gives it to galad but i don’t feel like it. anyway, at least galad no longer has an anti-channeling medallion, that’s good.

“blood and bloody ashes, mat thought. egwene. not egwene too? it hit him like a punch to the face.” “he didn’t know if he could win...not without egwene, her two rivers stubbornness, her iron backbone.” 😭😭😭

really it’s rand, egwene, and mat who are the main characters in this portion. perrin just be napping.

“he pulled out rand’s banner, the one of the ancient aes sedai. he’d gathered it earlier, thinking perhaps it might have some use. ‘somebody hoist this thing up. we’re fighting in rand’s bloody name. let’s show the shadow we’re proud of it.’” 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ LOVE!!!! ROMANCE!!!! CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!! HUSBAND BEHAVIOR!!!!

mat hears the (false) news that elayne is dead. “bloody ashes! not elayne! mat felt a lurch inside. rand...i’m sorry.” HE HAD PROMISED TO KEEP HER SAFE FOR RAND HE HAD PROMISED!!!!! we have now gotten to see mat react to elayne’s death without her having to actually die TWICE, we are so lucky!! and both times rand is intrinsically linked to his own feelings!! matrandlayne rights!!! one last matrandlayne crumb for the road!! you guys he felt a LURCH inside!!!

and of the 4 specific people rand lists seeing the struggles of now, 2 are elayne and mat, matrandlayne rights!! (the other 2 are rhuarc and lan) “he saw elayne, captive and alone, a dreadlord preparing to rip their children from her womb...he saw mat, desperate, facing down horrible odds...rand had failed.”

and the killer of demandred is [drumroll] lan! i did not see that coming at all. hmm. it’s fine. in-universe he’s a good bet, as he has the trakands’ blademaster skills + gawyn’s warder abilities advantage + galad’s medallion advantage + another advantage in his true mastery of the void (he IS the sword rather than wielding the sword, which demandred said gawyn did not do). narratively, though, it feels like a random choice and i still think it should’ve been egwene or mat. maybe the show could do taimandred and have egwene kill him with her power blast, although then fanboys would be mad that lan didn’t get his Epic Moment lmao (but lan has a lot of epic moments of charging alone into battles that seem hopeless, so does he really NEED this one?)

also, if you’re going to shit on gawyn for risking his last-battle-crucial aes sedai by impulsively charging off to singlehandedly duel a forsaken, then you HAVE to hold lan to the same standard! they did the exact same thing! it’s not gawyn’s fault that the author(s) decided he had to fail and die and lan had to succeed and live! (i assume lan lives, it’s dicey now but i’m 90% sure i remember reading that he survives the series.) this is the equivalent of people shitting on elayne for cooking up harebrained schemes while praising mat for doing the same thing, just because some of elayne’s schemes fail and mat’s succeed.

and we have FINALLY finished the 200-page chapter, christ on a cracker. i cannot believe that perrin, nynaeve, and moiraine, ostensibly 3 of our most important characters, have been spending the whole last battle doing basically nothing lmao! i like the idea of nynaeve saving the day by using her old wisdom herb skills, but there’s gotta be a way to do that in a way that feels more significant (having her save a major character, for example, like maybe elayne/avi/min was the bondholder whom the shadow injured and nynaeve has to save them). meanwhile perrin is deadass asleep the whole time (sanderson should’ve structured it so that perrin’s TAR stuff was happening DURING this bulk of the last battle rather than beforehand) and moiraine’s just chilling out being a saidar battery and doesn’t even get any pov in these whole 200 pages, i don’t believe, even though we heard from tons and tons of minor characters (although she absolutely might have and i just don’t remember.)

100 pages left! let’s see if perrin does anything in them lmao

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