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oizysian · 11 months

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Use Me, I’m Yours | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Stalker!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: dubcon, slight noncon, knife play, very crazy Wanda, slightly crazy Y/N Word Count: 3.1k Genre: smut Summary: Wanda finally finds you and makes you hers.

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Wanda’s POV

She’s perfect.

From the first moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was the one. It’s been months since then, and I’ve been waiting patiently for the right moment to call her mine.

Y/N. Y/N is her name.

“H-how do you know my name?��

My little flower. My precious dove. My innocent little bunny.

I know all that I need to know, and soon all you’ll know is me.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks around as if her environment has changed somehow. No, love, it’s still your quaint, little apartment in Queens. I haven’t moved anything an inch since I came in, waiting excitedly for you.

She panics, she can’t move her hands or legs and I smile. She’s so cute when she struggles against the pretty, yet intricate knots I learned how to do just for her. They’re tied into little bunny ears for my little bunny.

“H-hello? What the fuck,” she grumbles, pulling on her restraints. “What’s going on?” She calls out into the darkness of the room.

I wait a moment longer, taking in the sight before me. Her skirt is bunched up around her hips now from her movements, her cute pink panties clearly visible from where I was lurking. Her wrists are becoming red from the ropes and her long socks protect her ankles from the same fate.

“Who’s there?!” She calls out and I realize I need to shut her up before her neighbors hear her.

I emerge from the darkness, the moonlight from the window illuminating my face; dark makeup, emerald eyes, red lips. She’s silent as she takes me in, her own eyes trailing over my face and upper body once I reveal myself.

“Who are you?” She whispers, her lower lip trembling with fear.

“Wanda.” I gestured to myself with the jagged knife I was holding. “Y/N.” I pointed at her and she flinched.

“H-how do you know my name?”

“I know all about you. You were made for me.”

“What?” Her voice is small and quiet.

“You belong to me, Y/N. And I belong to you.”

“No … I don’t even know you!”

“But, I know you.” I took a step closer to her, closing the window so all light in the room was gone.

I could hear her panting, grunting as she tried to free herself in the darkness. I flicked on the light and she squinted at the brightness. How cute was she?

“You go to the little coffee shop down the street every morning. You give them your name; Y/N. Some mornings, if you’re early, you’ll get a bagel with bacon, egg and cheese on it. Most days you’re late and you just get your frappe.”

“What the fuck!” She yelled, not even letting me finish her routine. I knew all of it.

“That’s very rude of you, bunny.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to escape. But, she could never escape my love.

I walked up to her, pulling a pair of her panties that I had stolen from her dresser out of my back pocket and stuffing it in her mouth.

“Now keep that there,” I brought the blade up to her neck and she cried softly, pleading to me with those big, beautiful eyes. “Or I’ll use this.”

She nodded and I leaned into her, pressing my lips to her forehead and then taking a step back to admire her. She was trembling, her tears flowing silently as she kept her own panties in her mouth, keeping her quiet. I knew she would be an obedient little pup.

I got on my knees in front of her and her eyes never left mine as I took the knife and dragged it carefully along her thigh. She cried out, shaking her head as I ran it along the hem of her panties, letting it trail between her legs, the tip pressing into her clit.

I could hear her begging and pleading, but for what, I didn’t know. My eyes never left hers as I gently rubbed the knife against her, bringing it up and down along her slit carefully. I finally looked down and noticed a slight wet spot on her panties.

I returned my gaze to hers and realized her cheeks were bright red, and she wasn’t struggling anymore. My good girl.

“You like me playing with you, don’t you detka?”

She let out a whimper and shook her head.

“I don’t like liars, Y/N.” I pressed the knife into her cunt ever so slightly and she panicked, trying to back away and nodding.

“Yeah? You like it?”

She nodded, choking back sobs as I brought the knife up and pulled her panties up with my free hand, slicing the garment without any struggle at all.

I tugged at the destroyed piece of cloth and it fell from the chair she was tied to, hitting the floor and leaving her open to me.

I tilted my head as I admired her glistening wetness. She attempted to close her legs, but I tied her to the chair tight enough to keep her still, but not cut off her circulation.

“My beautiful malyshka. Look at how wet you are for me.”

I flipped the knife around, carefully handling the blade as I let the handle stroke her clit. She let out a breathy moan, still crying, as I pressed it into her, applying gentle pressure to her sensitive bud.

“Please,” she cried, muffled by the panties. “Please.”

“Please, what? Use those big girl words that I know you know.”

She let the panties fall from her lips and she panted softly before finally speaking to me.

“Please … don’t hurt me.” Her voice was small and broken and I smiled up at her.

“Have I hurt you?” She shook her head. “So, what makes you think I’ll hurt you now?”

Her eyes fell to the knife between her legs and I followed them down, my own eyes landing on the knife as well.

“This?” I pressed it against her clit and she hissed. “It’s just one of my little toys. I have many.”

I brought the knife hilt up to my lips and sucked on it, cleaning her slick from the handle. She watched me, wide eyed, as I placed the knife down next to me, and returned my attention to her pussy.

“This is mine.” I said as I brought myself between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, causing her to jerk in surprise. “Relax,” I cooed, bringing my hands up and stroking her thighs. “I’ll take good care of you.”

I pressed my lips to her clit, giving it a kiss before licking a strip up her slit. She let out a breathy moan, wriggling slightly in her binds as I tasted her straight from the source. I was addicted to her.

I dipped my tongue into her heat, fucking her slowly, my nails digging into her thighs as I explored her pulsing cunt. She was wetter than I expected her to be, and tasted even better than I imagined.

“Oh,” she moaned softly, her legs trembling under my hands. “Please … stop.”

I hummed my negative answer, telling her I wouldn’t be stopping any time soon, and continuing to eat her out with a hungry fervor.

She writhed, her nails digging into the arm of the chair as she tried to fight me off. She couldn’t get away from me, and from the sounds she made, she really didn’t want to escape.

“Please,” she cried, her hips bucking ever so slightly upwards towards my mouth as I licked and sucked at her. “Please …”

I slipped my tongue inside her, feeling her pulse and throb around me - I knew she was close. I swirled my tongue around her aching clit, flicking it teasingly.

She moaned, her breath getting caught in her throat as she finally let go and came. Her legs trembled and she threw her head back, crying out as pleasure washed over her, whether she wanted it to or not.

I lifted my head up to look at her in the throes of passion, falling even deeper in love with her as I watched her come down from her high. I licked my lips greedily, not wanting a drop of her to go to waste.

“You taste so good, bunny.”

She let out a sob, her whole body trembling as she realized what had just happened. She came for me even though she was terrified, even though she was fighting not to. My love for her was strong enough to overcome all odds.

“Bunny,” I whispered against her thigh, rubbing my cheek along the soft skin there. “You’re my bunny, aren’t you? Say it.”

“No.” She cried, her chest heaving as she looked down at me.

“Say. It.”

I picked up the knife and pressed it against her inner thigh. Her breath hitched as she watched me, fear and arousal flooding her senses.

“I’m your bunny.” She whispered and I smiled.

“That’s right. You’re my innocent, little bunny.”

I stood, knife still in hand, and leaned towards her, pressing the knife flat against her chest.

“Now,” I said as I let the jagged edge of the knife get caught in her shirt. “Let’s get this off.”

She flinched as I pulled on the knife, ripping a hole in her cute little t-shirt. I took my time tearing up her clothing, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. She looked so fucking hot.

She had left a nice stain on the wooden chair she was tied to, and surely her wrists would be bruised after all of this, but it would be worth it to show and prove my love to her.

I dragged the knife along her throat, down her collarbone to the slight dip between her breasts. She watched me, her eyes fearfully never leaving the knife as I toyed with her. The knife found its way to her left breast, teasingly stroking her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She hissed as her body reacted, her nipple hardening under the touch of my blade.

“Your body was made for me.” I brought the knife down to the edge of her bra cup and carefully cut it open, her breast spilling out, on display for me. “Look at how it reacts to me. Your nipples are hard, you’re absolutely soaked,” I took a deep breath and straddled her, my legs on either side of hers. “You’re mine.”

She stared at me defiantly, ignoring the fact that she was currently at a disadvantage. I held the power and I wasn’t afraid to use it to prove my love to her.

I grabbed her face with my free hand and pressed my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth so I could explore every inch of her. She whined, but gave into me, opening her mouth and letting me do as I pleased to her. Of course she obeyed me, she was perfect and, naturally, obedient. She was made to be mine.

I let the knife glide along her skin carefully, leaving a faint, red trail in its wake.

“Oops,” I whispered against her lips, looking down at her breast. “I made a mess.”

I brought my head down and licked the thin line of blood that beaded up on her skin, kissing the minor wound I had inflicted on her.

“I promised not to hurt you.” I spoke against her skin, still peppering tiny kisses along the superficial cut. “But, that didn’t hurt, did it?”

I looked up at her and she shook her head, her tears nearly ceasing as she watched me. I got up off of her lap and got on my knees in front of her again, eagerly taking her nipple in my mouth and biting it gently, causing her to cry out and moan at the pleasure. I sucked on her hungrily, licking and nipping any skin I could get into my mouth.

Her body jerked up towards me with desire, the need for me to touch her as I continued to assault her sensitive breast. I would give her my gift soon enough.

I released her breast with a soft pop and looked up at her, her eyes dark with desire, her lips slightly parted as she panted softly.

“I’ve got something for you, my love.”

I stood from where I had been kneeling in front of her and grabbed at the slight bulge in my pants. Her eyes widened at the implication and she looked from my hand to my face. I could only smile back at her as I undid my pants, pushing them down my legs as the pink strap sprung forth, ready for her waiting cunt.

“It's finally time to consummate our love. You’re already soaked, I know you’re ready for me.”

I bent down and sliced through the knots that kept her ankles tied to the chair, finally allowing her freedom. I knew she wouldn’t run. We were made for each other.

I carefully released her hands from their binds and she quickly brought them close to her chest, rubbing the sore spots on her wrists.

“Now don’t do anything stupid,” I pointed the knife at her. “Or I’ll have to tie you up again.”

She nodded and satisfied, I brought the knife down to my side and led her over to the bed, laying her down and getting on top of her.

“I’ll be so gentle with you, bunny.” I whispered against her trembling lips. “I’ll fuck you so gentle.”

I lied. How could I be gentle when the woman of my fantasies was lying underneath me? No, she would get all of my love, all of my passion.

She let out a strangled sob as I pressed myself into her heat, her hands coming up to my shoulders to push me away. I grabbed her hands in one of mine and pushed them into the mattress, not wanting her to ruin our special moment together.

I placed the knife down beside her head so I could adjust my cock, slipping it inside of her with no resistance at all. She moaned lowly, throwing her head back as I began moving inside her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pounded into her, grabbing the knife once again. I knew she would give into my love eventually.

I gripped the knife tighter and brought it up to her throat, pressing it gently into her.

“You like this, don’t you, bunny? You like being held down and fucked like the whore you are.”

She cried, but nodded ever so slightly, swallowing roughly as she felt the blade against her skin.

“I know, sweet thing. I know exactly what you need.”

I pounded into her, her cries turning into guttural moans as I fucked her into complete submission. I could feel myself getting close, just the act of fucking her getting me off, but I didn’t want to cum first - I wanted us to come together.

I let go of her hands and she kept them above her head, staying still and submissive for me while I brought my hand down between our bodies and played with her cute, little pussy, rubbing fast circles along her clit. She cried out when she felt my fingers against her sensitive bud, and the sounds she made only drove me further to get her to cum.

I took the knife from her neck and placed it on the bed next to us, then grabbed her face and kissed her.

My love was true and pure.

She moaned into my mouth as pleasure overtook her and I picked up speed at the sound, swallowing her moans as I came right along with her. This was everything I wanted and so much more.

I laid down on top of her, peppering her face with tiny kisses as she escaped the throes of ecstacy.

“W-Wanda ...” She whispered.

“Yes, my love?” I responded softly, bringing my hand up to stroke her hair out of her face.

“Why?”

“Hm?” I questioned back, confused.

“Why me?”

“God chose you for me, bunny. That’s all there is to it.”

“God?”

“Mhm.” I kissed her neck, my hips moving against hers slowly. “God wanted me to take you like this. To make you mine.”

She gasped softly, her hands gripping at my shoulders as I began fucking her again, this time, painfully slow. I wanted her to want this, want me. I wanted her to beg for it.

“Unh, W-Wanda,” she grunted, pulling me close to her as I touched the deepest part of her. “I …”

“What, bunny?” I whispered against her lips, kissing her once again. “Tell me what you need.”

She turned her head from me, her eyes landing on the knife beside us. I followed her gaze, unsure of what she was thinking. She let go of me and slowly grabbed the knife. My hand met hers, both of us holding onto the blade, but neither of us made a move to use it.

“Do you want to hurt me?” I whispered softly and she shook her head. “What do you want?”

Without warning, I flipped us over, letting her sit on top of me, knife still in hand, now hovering over me. She moaned as she pressed herself down into me, fucking herself on my cock. I watched in awe of her as she pleasured herself, bringing the knife down to my throat and running it along my collarbone.

“Use me, I’m yours.”

I let go of the knife and let my hands fall beside my head, letting her take complete control of me. This was love.

Her free hand went between us and she played with her clit as she let the knife trail across my chest. I could feel the tip digging into me through my shirt and realized she was getting off from it.

“Bunny,” I whined softly, my own clit aching and begging for attention. “Fuck me.”

“Want me to fuck you with this?” she whispered against my lips, bringing the knife back up to my throat and pressing it against me. “Use you like you used me?”

“Please,” I choked out, my heart pounding out of my chest. “I love you.”

She bit her lip and rolled her hips, sighing softly as she neared release once more, this time holding all the power.

“Fuck,” she moaned, bouncing on my cock as she rubbed her clit. “Wan- Wanda!”

She came saying my name! I watched her as she writhed above me, the knife falling slack in her hand as she rode out her orgasm. I took it from her and smiled, proud of her and so, so happy.

She laid down on top of me and brought her sticky fingers to my mouth, which I gladly took and sucked on.

“I want you to carve your name into my body.” She whispered softly and I released her fingers, smiling excitedly at the idea.

This was love.

And maybe, just maybe, she was somehow just as crazy as I was.

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brightgoat · 8 months

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Hey hi! I’ve been an avid follower of yours for awhile for your Pucci art but, this green child au has me hooked more and more lately! Your art is stunning by the way, thank you for posting!! The final metamorphosis panel has me excited for the next installment you share ngl.

Anyways, I was wondering if I could ask a few things about it? Specifically, what has happened after O-moon came into the picture, and the buildup to part 13 and 14? Of course if you wish to keep things vague or don’t know, there’s no need to answer! I’m just curious.

When did Jotaro get alerted to the incident and decided to finally come around? Did he encounter Pucci first or Jolyne? After the revelations that O-moon revealed to Jolyne, how did her perceptions of her father and Pucci shift? Did Jolyne ever figure out what Pucci was most likely about to do to FF while they were cornered by him? Have you thought about how Weather Report factors into this AU at all (since he’s probably in prison at this point)?

Sorry for the bombardment, and again no pressure to answer these if you don’t wish to!

- Kimera

Greetings! Thank you very much for the compliment, hope the payoff to that comic was satisfying haha

So, I wanna keep things vague with this AU, telling the main story beats through images and short comics- not only cuz I like it that way but also cuz... I haven't decided a lot of the details hahaha-

Answering this via lore dump, hope you like reading, this can be just one of many ways it could've happened:

I imagined that while Pucci and Jolyne were out getting souls, Jotaro was studying whatever is left of Dio's followers, and eventually tracks down Pucci, and travels to the US. Perhaps he finds out Pucci has been tutoring Jolyne from Jolyne's mum (who knows maybe they reconnected).

Oh and yes, Jolyne's mum knows abt Pucci, but of course not who he really is.

During this, Jolyne has awakened the Green Baby and fused with it. Jotaro may even sense that something is wrong through their family psychic bond thing.

Jotaro, realizing Pucci is a step ahead of him by already taking in his own daughter, tracks Pucci down to the church and confronts him there, sparing no time and going straight to beating answers out of him, where's Jolyne, what happened to her, what's your plan etc.

I had this thought, that once Jolyne fuses with the green baby, she inherits a bit of Dio's knowledge, and it helps her realise she's been getting used by Pucci all along. Not only that, she inherits the will to go to Heaven, and it drives her to complete the plan, she's strung along by fate now.

Now obviously she feels betrayed by Pucci, but still sympathetic to him, and rescues him from Jotaro. She's conflicted, she's angry, the only reason both Pucci and Jotaro reached out was because of some bigger-than-her plot, and not because of herself. She doesn't know how much of what Pucci gave her was genuine or because of her use to him.

(had this idea for a scene that right after Jolyne rescues Pucci, all three of them are still in church and Pucci realises she's transformed, he yells for her to stay still so he can get Whitesnake to take whatever's inside her out, but as soon as Whitesnake reaches out, a hand bursts out, he thinks it's Stone Free and suddenly JUMPSCARE O-Moon jumps out at him and the reversed-gravity throws everyone away from her-)

The only friend she has left is FF, and yes she finds out what Pucci did to them, furthering her anger. So she drags FF along with her, they are eachothers' only allies here, and although FF doesn't fully understand what's happening to Jolyne, they'll stay by her side (cue the uhhhh 'oh jolyne gave me so many memories and memories make up my intellect so i owe her yadda yadda-')

Aaaaand as for Weather, yeah mf's still in prison lmao I haven't thought too much about him. I wanted this to focus on Jolyne and Pucci, though if I did turn this AU into an entire actual story, Weather would probably come up at some point. God knows how though lmao-

#green child au

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babyblue711 · 4 months

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Little Dragonseed

Sister Story to Loyalty Dark!Aemond Targaryen (HOTD) x Handmaiden - Part 3 Summary: After evoking the Prince Regent's wrath, the young maid must now face the consequences of her actions. Words: 2.7K

Chapter Warnings: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. NONCON, Sexual Content 18+, NSFW, Language, Degradation, Smut, Virginity Loss

A/N: Thoughts, comments, questions, and concerns are appreciated. I see this fic being wrapped up in the ending of "Loyalty" so this isn't the last that we'll see of the little maid. 💙

<<< Part 2

Back in his chambers, Aemond paces like a caged animal, a deep furrow etched into his brow as he contemplates her punishment. His hands are clasped behind his back, his posture rigid, as he strides back and forth in front of the roaring fire in the hearth.

The young maid's heart races as she watches him, awaiting her fate. Would he strip her of her position? Banish her from the castle for displeasing the prince? Her mind drifts to the matron, her surrogate mother, imagining her disappointment and shame wells in the pit of her stomach for behaving so foolishly.

“P-Please, I didn’t mean any harm…I only wanted to see - ” she begins, but the look on Aemond’s face immediately silences her.

“Harm?” he chuckles, a low and dangerous sound. “I’m sure my nephews didn’t mean any harm the night they took my eye, girl,” Aemond growls, removing his eyepatch and revealing the sparkling sapphire underneath. Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in this unusual aspect of his face; he’s clearly hoping to intimidate her. “I think, perhaps, it is time I take something from them in return. Equal trade, one may say.”

She frowns, feeling a surge of defiance despite her fear. Is he saying this just to scare her? Punishment for approaching his dragon without permission is one thing, but retribution for past wrongs she didn’t commit is quite another.

“You already have taken from them,” she blurts out, unable to hold back which catches his attention as he stops pacing, his singular eye narrowed as she says, with as much contempt as she can muster, “Kinslayer.”

Aemond looks at her as if she has struck him across the face, perhaps shocked that she knows this dark truth. But in a castle as large as Harrenhal, gossip spreads like wildfire, even the parentage of Rhaenyra’s children was no secret among the servants and she still supports Rhaenrya’s cause regardless. But to slay a member of your own extended family…there is no greater curse in her eyes as she narrows hers at the Prince Regent, feeling a flicker of her own dragon’s flame inside her chest.

He stares at her for a brief moment that seems to stretch for eternity; she knows she hit a nerve and braces herself for the storm. Like lightning, he grabs the front of her dress and pulls her roughly to him, so quickly she doesn't even have time to flinch. She glares up into his one fearsome, violet eye, feeling defiant.

“Do you honestly think Daemon gives a shit what happens to you?” the prince says viciously, each word dripping with malice as he aims to wound her with words in return, “if he cared about you, he wouldn’t have left you here…for me.” He gives her a little shake for emphasis, his jaw clenched tightly and with a sudden, violent motion, he hurls her away from him where she lands in a heap on his ornate bed.

Alarm bells start to ring inside her head and she curses her impulsive mouth, realizing too late how foolish it was to provoke one of the most dangerous men in the realm. Desperate to prove Aemond wrong and clinging to the hope of Daemon’s last words to her, she continues on recklessly.

“He told me he would be back for me,” she spits back at Aemond, trying to sound braver than she feels.

Aemond gives a humorless chuckle, “And you actually believed him?” He asks cruelly, striking at her deepest fears. He marches over to the bed and grabs her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed; she is trapped, unable to escape as he towers over her.

“Perhaps you would like to answer for some of your father’s crimes then?” His voice drips in venom, but she can hear the pain behind his next words, “he had my nephew, a defenseless child, murdered in cold blood and tormented my mother and sister. Did you know about that? Are you proud to call someone like that your father?”

Her breath catches in her chest and she shakes her head vehemently. The news of these heinous crimes had not yet reached Harrenhal, and she desperately wishes Aemond is lying, spinning tales to sow doubt in her newly found father-figure, trying to break her spirit. But deep inside, she knows he speaks the truth.

“So what should my revenge be? Killing you probably wouldn’t wound Daemon, he hasn’t cared enough about you until now,” a wicked smile plays on the prince’s curved lips as he considers his options. “I think humiliating him would be more satisfactory, don’t you?”

She doesn't reply, unsure of what he means, thoughts racing. When the prince next speaks, her blood runs cold.

“Tell me, little one,” his voice low and deep as he stares at her intensely, “Are you still a maiden?”

Fear spikes like electricity through her chest and instinctively she knows where this is leading. A buzzing sound fills her head as her vision narrows and she feels like she's on the edge of passing out. She presses her lips together, refusing to answer Aemond. Refuses to look him in the eye. Refuses to give him any sort of further knowledge about herself or any additional ways to hurt her.

"That's what I thought,” he sneers, taking her silence for absolution anyway. “When I give you back to Daemon, it’ll be with a bastard in your belly. I’d love to see his face when he finds out it’s mine.” There’s a look of grim satisfaction on his face as he imagines Daemon’s reaction to getting his daughter pregnant.

Dread fills her gut as she tries to backpedal across the bed away from him, but her limbs don’t seem to want to work properly and she can’t move fast enough. As if in slow motion, she sees the dagger materialize in his hand but doesn’t feel the sharp sting of the blade; instead, he’s ripping open her clothes as easily as if he’s slicing through butter.

As the cool air hits her delicate skin, she inhales, filling her lungs with as much air as she can, preparing to scream at the top of her voice when he pounces on top of her, crushing her to the bed underneath his weight and clapping a hand over her mouth once more. All of the air is forced out of her body as his weight settles on top of her, trapped underneath him on the bed.

“We can’t have any of that now. The more you fight, the worse it will be for you,” Aemond hisses into her ear and she tries to squirm out from under him, but he’s just too heavy. Angry tears leak out the corner of her eyes as she unwillingly stills, hating him more with each passing moment.

“It doesn’t have to be so bad, you know. You’re lucky you got me and not my brother, Aegon,” Aemond chuckles softly and she shivers, not fully grasping the dark implications behind his statement.

For a moment, Aemond's demeanor shifts as he takes in the tears leaking from her eyes and can surely feel the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat as he presses her into the bed. His grip is strong, almost suffocating, but then his hand moves from her mouth and he wipes away her tears with his thumb. She’s stunned into silence, taken aback at the unexpected gentle gesture. Her gaze searches his face, glimpsing conflicting emotions swirling in his usually cold and calculating eye.

“Nobody likes fucking a stone wall either,” Aemond murmurs, mostly to himself. “Tell me, girl, have you ever seen a naked man before?” His tone is different now, almost curious, almost bored as he gets up from the bed. She hates the way he is playing with her, but decides to answer him anyway.

“A… a few times,” she manages to croak, her throat feeling completely dry. “Sometimes I’ve had to help patch up soldiers, depending on their wounds….” She leaves the rest up to his imagination.

“Hmm,” he grunts, uninterested, as he begins to remove his own clothes; hers lay in tatters on the floor. He removes his shirt and then drops his trousers, not wasting any time; her eyes widen at the biggest cock she’s ever seen in her short, inexperienced life. Thick and heavy, it hangs weeping between his legs. Her eyes dart to his face to find him watching her intently, gauging her reaction before climbing on top of her again.

She tenses once more as the walls close in around her; ultimately her best hope is that he’s quick about it. She tries not to shudder as he runs his nose along her jawline, his tongue darting out to taste the delicate skin of her neck before traveling up to whisper in her ear.

“Do not be so afraid. It won’t go in until you’re ready,” he whispers and if this is supposed to make her feel better, it definitely doesn’t. She doesn't want it to go in at all, ready or not.

Her body goes limp in submission and Aemond can feel the fight in her is gone. Unbidden, more tears leak from her eyes, her breathing quick and shallow as he sucks on her tender nipples, kneading her breasts with his large hands. She hates the way he is touching her body, savoring her flesh regardless of her wishes. He’s being softer than she expected, but she can’t calm down, on the verge of hyperventilation; she just wants it to be done.

“P-please, Aemond, just get it over with,” she whispers as she cries silently, knowing she is a pathetic sight, her fingers clenching his bedsheets in suppressed fear and indignation that she has to suffer this.

“No,” he says in a strong voice, “Not like this. Shut your eyes and focus on your breathing.” Despite her misgivings, she does as she’s told.

Eyes tightly shut, she feels him move down her body, spreading her knees and she braces herself for his intrusion. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he begins kissing the delicate skin of her inner thigh and she flinches at first at the feeling of his lips so close to the forbidden parts of her that no man has ever touched before. Aemond takes his time kissing up her other thigh, before finally licking a strip up her center. Startled, her hips jump, bucking into his face as he wraps his strong arms around her thighs, holding her in place as he begins to devour her tight little cunt.

She doesn't want it to feel good, but it does. Her breathing is coming in short spurts as his mouth attaches to the sensitive bud above her entrance and he sucks harshly, alternating licking her folds and entering his tongue into her wet heat. Her mind is consumed by the pleasure, her tense muscles relaxing as he continues his sinful ministrations. She feels him insert a finger and stroke it deep inside of her, causing her eyes to snap open as she lets out a breathless “oh!” He glances up, gauging her reaction as his mouth reattaches to her bud as his finger finds that special spot buried deep inside her.

Aemond gives an appreciative hum as he laps at her wetness. Her hips buck off the bed as he continues to torture her deliciously, beckoning her pleasure forth in a way she didn’t know existed. A coil is building in her lower belly and she begins to pant as the sensation builds; without her notice, he slips a second finger inside.

She isn’t sure what is happening as the crescendo builds, but he doesn’t let up, not until she is falling…. falling…. falling…seeing stars as she is blinded by ecstasy, crying out his name not with pain, but with pleasure.

Coming down from her high, she opens her eyes, panting heavily, to see Aemond kneeled between her thighs, running the head of his thick cock up and down her silken slit. Panic flutters in her chest again as she takes in his size and he chuckles deep in his chest.

“So wet for me, little whore, you must be ready to take my bastard now, aren’t you?” His cock is at her entrance and he pauses as he says, “Now this will still hurt a little.”

He pushes slowly forward, spearing her open, causing her back to arch off the bed and her mouth to gape as she stretches around him. He watches her face the entire time, pausing now and then when he notices the knit between her brows, savoring her tight wet cunt clenching around his cock until he bottoms out at last.

She pants and moans underneath him, the painful stretch lessening every second as her velvet walls adjust around his girth. He pauses for a moment before starting to thrust, quickening his pace, the sound of slapping skin erotically fills the room. Already on edge from her last peak, she quickly starts to climb high again and Aemond can feel her sweet little cunt flexing around his thick girth.

“Cum on my cock, little whore,” Aemond pants in her face, voice harsh and gruff as he feels her squeeze him. She hates the way he is making her feel so good, mindless with pleasure, she tips over the edge, her walls tighten like a vice around him. He pounds into her, chasing his own release and growls as his hips stutter as he spills deep inside of her.

He climbs off and collapses next to her on the bed, regaining his breath the same way she is trying to regain hers. She feels momentary relief, glad that her punishment was over and she could get away from him now. She lies still for a moment longer and sits up on the bed, unsure how to make her exit.

“So is that it then? May I leave now?” she asks with a touch of desperation, sure that she has suffered enough for one misdeed. Aemond makes an amused noise in his throat as his hand softly traces up her spine, “I think not. I’m not done with you yet….”

Aemond had her twice more that night, taking her from behind and further humiliating her each time by spreading her cheeks wide and stuffing his seed back inside as it leaked out. Mortification builds deep in her belly, she didn’t even put up a fight, feeling guilty from the pleasure she received as he pulled more climaxes from her body, more than she ever thought she was capable of. Finally, at the hour of the owl, he allowed her to retire to her chambers, sore and tired.

She prays to the gods that she won’t conceive from this encounter and knows there’s only one way to be sure she doesn’t. Only the real mistress of this castle is tasked with brewing such potions and the little maid knows what she desperately needs.

Moving quietly on light feet through the empty halls, she clutches her ruined clothes around her, hurrying in a different direction than her chambers, relieved that Aemond clearly didn’t anticipate her next move. Shame colors her face at the thought of what Daemon would say if he ever found out she was carrying the One-Eyed Prince’s child. She has to do everything she can to prevent his disappointment.

She creeps down the stairs and knocks on the eerie door of the witch's chamber. A soft voice bids her enter, and there’s no surprise in Alys' eyes as she steps inside. Without even having to ask, Alys speaks first, arching an eyebrow as she takes in her disheveled state.

“Moon tea, then?” the enchantress asks, seeming to be wide awake despite the late hour. The little maid nods, hoping the witch won’t ask her any further questions.

“Of course, my child, do not fear. I will help you.” Alys tosses back her long, dark hair and begins bustling around the room, grabbing ingredients for the potion. The little maid lets out the breath she’s been holding, relief flooding her chest as she settles at the worn wooden table next to the fire in the hearth.

She is so exhausted that she starts to nod off to sleep as she waits for her brew. She’s not sure how much time has passed before Alys gently prods her awake, setting it carefully down in front of her.

"Be sure to drink it all, child,” Alys’ eyes darken infinitesimally as she surveys the young woman. “Only one of us will be carrying a royal babe and that will be me.”

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2024 Upcoming Sapphic Fiction I’m Excited For! 🏳️‍🌈

Here are the top nine sapphic books I'm looking forward to for 2024! This year I'm excited to see how much more diversity there is amongst sapphic fiction - racial diversity, physical diversity, gender and sexuality diversity! Every year we get more and more books featuring a wider range of characters, and it makes me delighted every time.

2024 seems to be the year of the butch and otherwise gender non-conforming sapphic characters! There is even, much to my joy, a book about drag kings! I've been wanting a book about drag kings since I first started reading sapphic fiction, so I'm so pleased that one finally exists!

Below you'll find Goodreads links and summaries to each book. As always, this list is only a starting point - if you want to find more sapphic fiction, there's plenty to find on Goodreads and StoryGraph!

Furious by Jamie Pacton

After years racing go-karts and looking up to her mother, a celebrity Nascar racer, Jojo Emerson-Boyd should be starting her own racing career. But when she loses her mom in a tragic crash, Jojo’s future comes to a screeching halt. Now her dad won’t let her get a license, much less race. Instead, she’s stuck working at her grandmother’s mechanic shop in the sleepy small town of Dell’s Hollow.

But Jojo’s heart quickens when Motorcycle Girl Eliana “El” Blum shows up at the shop. El grew up on the motocross circuit sidelines, watching her sister and idol Maxine compete. When El mysteriously loses all contact with Max, she’s determined to find her, with her first clue leading straight to the mechanic shop, and to Jojo.

United by fate, the two quickly bond over Mario Kart showdowns and the Fast & Furious films. As their friendship shifts into something more, they’ll have to confront both their growing romance and the grief woven into their complicated families if they hope to chase down their dreams and make it across the finish line.

How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly When smart-mouthed Vanessa Lerner joins the high school basketball team Julie Parker coaches, Julie’s ready for the challenge. What she’s not ready for is Vanessa’s new foster parent, Elle Cochrane—former University of Tennessee basketball star. While star-struck at first, soon Julie persuades Elle to step into the unfilled position of assistant coach for the year. Even though Elle has stayed out of the basketball world since an injury ended her short-lived WNBA career, the gig might be a way to become closer to Vanessa—and to spend more time with Julie, who makes Elle laugh. As the coaches grow closer, Elle has a hard time understanding how Julie is single. When Julie reveals her lifelong insecurity about dating and how she wishes it was more like sports—being able to practice first—it sparks an intriguing idea. While Elle still doubts her abilities as a basketball coach, helping Julie figure out dating is definitely something she can do. But as the basketball season progresses, and lines grow increasingly blurred, Julie and Elle must decide to join the game—or retreat to the sidelines.

Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings

Winning the lottery has ruined Opal Devlin’s life. After quitting her dead-end job where she’d earned minimum wage and even less respect, she’s bombarded by people knocking at her door for a handout the second they found out her bank account was overflowing with cash. And Opal can’t seem to stop saying yes.

With her tender heart thoroughly abused, Opal decides to protect herself by any means necessary, which to her translates to putting almost all her new money to buying a failing flower farm in Asheville, North Carolina to let the flowers live out their plant destiny while she uses the cabin on the property to start her painting business.

But her plans for isolation and self-preservation go hopelessly awry when an angry (albeit gorgeous) Pepper Smith is waiting for her at her new farm. Pepper states she’s the rightful owner of Thistle and Bloom Farms, and isn’t moving out. The unlikely pair strike up an agreement of co-habitation, and butt-heads at every turn. Can these opposites both live out their dreams and plant roots? Or will their combustible arguing (and growing attraction) burn the whole place down?

A Banh Mi for Two by Trinity Nguyen

In Sài Gòn, Lan is always trying to be the perfect daughter, dependable and willing to care for her widowed mother and their bánh mì stall. Her secret passion, however, is A Bánh Mì for Two, the food blog she started with her father, but has stopped updating since his passing.

Meanwhile, Vietnamese American Vivi Huynh, has never been to Việt Nam. Her parents rarely even talk about the homeland that clearly haunts them. So Vivi secretly goes to Vietnam for a study abroad program her freshman year of college. She’s determined to figure out why her parents left, and to try everything she’s seen on her favorite food blog, A Bánh Mì for Two.

When Vivi and Lan meet in Sài Gòn, they strike a deal. Lan will show Vivi around the city, helping her piece together her mother’s story through crumbling photographs and old memories. Vivi will help Lan start writing again so she can enter a food blogging contest. And slowly, as they explore the city and their pasts, Vivi and Lan fall in love.

The No-Girlfriend Rule by Christen Randall

Hollis Beckwith isn’t trying to get a girl—she’s just trying to get by. For a fat, broke girl with anxiety, the start of senior year brings enough to worry about. And besides, she already has a Chris. Their relationship isn’t particularly exciting, but it’s comfortable and familiar, and Hollis wants it to survive beyond senior year. To prove she’s a girlfriend worth keeping, Hollis decides to learn Chris’s favorite tabletop roleplaying game, Secrets & Sorcery—but his unfortunate “No Girlfriends at the Table” rule means she’ll need to find her own group if she wants in.

Gloria Castañeda and her all-girls game of S&S! Crowded at the table in Gloria’s cozy Ohio apartment, the six girls battle twisted magic in-game and become fast friends outside it. With her character as armor, Hollis starts to believe that maybe she can be more than just fat, anxious, and a little lost.

But then an in-game crush develops between Hollis’s character and the bard played by charismatic Aini Amin-Shaw, whose wide, cocky grin makes Hollis’s stomach flutter. As their gentle flirting sparks into something deeper, Hollis is no longer sure what she wants…or if she’s content to just play pretend.

We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller

Jordan Elliot is a fat, nerdy lesbian, and the first junior to be named editor-in-chief of the school newspaper. Okay, that last part hasn’t happened yet, but it will. It’s positive thinking that has gotten Jordan this far. Ever since Mackenzie West, her friend-turned-enemy, humiliated her at the start of freshman year, Jordan has thrown herself into journalism and kept her eyes trained on the future.

So it’s a total blow when Jordan discovers that she not only didn’t get the editor-in-chief spot, but she’s been assigned the volleyball beat instead. And who is the star and new captain of the volleyball team? Mackenzie West. But words are Jordan’s weapon, and she has some ideas about how to exact a long-awaited revenge on her nemesis.

Then things get murky when forced time together has Mack and Jordan falling back into their friendship, and into something more. And when Mack confesses the real reason she turned on Jordan freshman year, it has Jordan questioning everything—past, present, and future. If Jordan lets her guard down and Mack in, will she get everything she wants, or will she be humiliated all over again?

Playing for Keeps by Jennifer Dugan

June is the star pitcher of her elite club baseball team—with an ego to match—and she's a shoo-in to be recruited at the college level, like her parents have always envisioned. That is, if she can play through an overuse injury that has recently gone from bad to worse.

Ivy isn't just reffing to pay off her athletic fees or make some extra cash on the side. She wants to someday officiate at the professional level, even if her parents would rather she go to college instead.

The first time they cross paths, Ivy throws June out of a game for grandstanding. Still, they quickly grow from enemies to begrudging friends . . . and then something more. But the rules state that players and umpires are prohibited from dating.

As June's shoulder worsens, and a rival discovers the girls' secret and threatens to expose them, everything the two have worked so hard for is at risk. Now both must follow their dreams . . . or follow their hearts?

The Summer Love Strategy by Ray Stoeve

Hayley always has a crush. The problem is, her crushes never like her back. After her latest unrequited love—a girl from her basketball team—gets a boyfriend, she decides she’s done falling for girls who are unavailable. Her best friend, Talia, wants romance too, but rarely gets crushes on anyone, and she’s tired of watching Hayley get her heart stomped on over and over. So the two girls make a they’ll help each other find summer love by putting themselves in situations that always lead to romance in movies.

To help carry out their summer love strategy, they make a list of all the places they could find their real-life the beach, the Pride parade, the pool, a MUNA concert, and a party. But as they go to each place and try to find the one , it seems like they just can’t catch a break—they don’t know how to talk to cute strangers, someone mistakes Hayley as straight, and Hayley does a truly unfortunate DIY haircut (that she cannot be held responsible for––it was a crisis!). But when Talia and Hayley finally manage to score dates, will they be able to get out of their own way and really dive into the romances they deserve? Or is summer love not as far off as Hayley thought?

Don't Be a Drag by Skye Quinlan

When eighteen-year-old Briar Vincent's mental health takes a turn for the worst, her parents send her to spend the summer in New York City with her older brother, Beau, also known as the drag queen Bow Regard.

Backstage at the gay bar where Beau performs, Briar just wants to be a fly on the wall, but she can't stand by when the cute but conceited drag king Spencer Read tries to put down another up-and-coming performer. To prove to him that even a brand-new performer could knock him off his pedestal, Briar signs up for the annual drag king competition.

There's just one flaw in her plan: Briar has never done drag before.

With the help of her brother and a few new friends, Briar becomes Edgar Allan Foe, a drag king hellbent on taking Spencer down. But unless she can learn how to shake her anxiety and perform, she doesn't stand a chance of winning Drag King of the Year, overcoming her depression and inner demons, or avoiding falling for her enemy, who might not be so bad after all.

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Dark Desire - Modern AU! | Chapter 10

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond doesn't know how he feels every time he sees you. Neither do you when you look at him. Your father Aegon has always been absent from your upbringing ever since he divorced your mother. That role has been filled by Aemond until last summer, when everything changed.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Emotional Hurt/ Comfort/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, and inc3st, at some points. Reader has purple eyes and her mother is from Dayne House, the rest is complete free :D

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Alys had never been so in love in her entire life as she was with Daemon. It was a reality. A fact. A bad joke of fate. She had never believed in love. She was a being that had been used by men so many times that she didn't believe in that concept or venerate it. Stories of prince charming were fine for others, not for her. Her father had made that clear by not even marrying her mother after getting her pregnant. He had kept his perfect wife and Alys had been born as a bastard. She had seen her mother prostitute herself to feed Alys. One man after another had mounted her when she thought Alys was asleep. So, yes, Alys didn't believe in happy endings. She believed in survival and what it took to eat. However, with Daemon Targaryen, the young secretary made the exception.

She always remembered gawping at him as he said goodbye to a client. A perfect, joyous smile painted on her red lips as Daemon did and undid at his pleasure as CEO of Targaryen Industries. He always winked at her before going back to his office, not a word. Just a wink that he hid much more than they both wanted to reveal to the world. She was efficient in her work, correct and determined. It was what her boss always told her that made her stand out from the rest. However, quickly, the relationship between the two changed. Maybe because of Alys. Maybe Daemon's fault.

It was the end of the quarter. A much younger Alys fresh out of college stayed up late working with Daemon, the desire of almost every girl in King's Landing then, and perhaps Westeros. She remembered how hot it was on that early summer night. The air conditioning had broken in the building, but they were still working, there were reports to finish so they could file the quarterly, and Alys, that efficient and determined girl, was in her boss's office, working like the others, like even Daemon himself. The truth is that the company always seemed to be a company of mercenaries and opportunists under the command of Daemon, who was the biggest opportunist of them all. But, to her, such a young girl she didn't care. If she had been a teenager, she would have had her room filled with pictures of him from the floor to the ceiling. She always tried to calm her racing heart in his presence. That night she was no exception.

Daemon leaned back in his chair and removed his tie. It was too hot for formalities, and Alys only glanced at him to continue typing on her computer. Unlike what Aemond had done many years later, Daemon had her desk inside his own office. Daemon was always talking about what a great team they were and how lucky he was to have her as his secretary. He was smooth talker. Alys knew it and yet she consented to it. She allowed it because the girl had been torn apart by all the men in her life had finally found someone who praised her. Daemon sighed trying to understand a report.

“Why the hell does Tyland put in this report that revenue for the 101 has outpaced the 585?” he asked desperately. He took another swallow of his whiskey. Everything Aemond smoked, Daemon drank. It seemed as if the vices could never leave any of the Targaryens. The question was rhetorical, yet Alys spoke.

"Because the income of the 101 model has exceeded 585, that's why he puts it," she said, stopping writing for a moment. She was hot too, but at that moment when Daemon looked at her with that mischievous smile and those eyes that always stripped her naked, she felt even hotter. She even felt all her skin crawl.

"Are you hungry, Alys?" he asked her. His eyes scanned her from top to bottom. She knew that at that time she was an extremely attractive girl. She knew it and she had always played with it. She told herself that, unlike her mother, she would not be fooled by any man. Poor her, she didn't know how wrong she was.

"Well, it's late. This quarterly is taking us longer than I thought,” she said honestly, returning to her screen, ready to continue working. "I'll eat something when I get home" she replied with a shrug.

"Don't be silly." Daemon picked up the phone, and after a brief call, Alys's biggest dream came true. She was having dinner with Daemon Targaryen. It was true that it was not the glamorous dinner that she had imagined, but eating that oriental meal with Daemon while they talked about company things made her go on cloud nine.

Alys laughed for a moment at Daemon's bad joke and he looked at his food again, with a sincere half-smile on his lips, or at least as sincere as the man could manage. Alys tried to tell herself that they called him the Lord of Flea Bottom for a reason, but he was so charming she couldn't stop herself. She was in love with him, like a young lady with a movie star. He was hers, all hers. Everything for a girl who had never had anything.

“So the model that Cregan has designed has made me more money than the one that Viserys has designed?” he asked her secretary as they continued to eat dinner. A report in his hand while in the other he held the chopsticks that allowed him to eat. Alys nodded, always correct as she took a bite of her noodles and swallowed hard so she could respond to her boss as quickly as possible.

"Yes, it's been surprising, but Cregan has been more than efficient lately," she answered quickly, ending up wiping her red lips on her napkin. She knew that way there shouldn't be any more lipstick on them, and she felt ridiculous. She always had to wear her perfect lips, that's how she liked it. An image always perfect and impeccable.

"I'd like to know what has happened to our little pup to become so efficient," Daemon replied,with a small chuckle that escaped his teeth, and continued looking at the report. Alys looked at him and smiled sincerely.

"It's because he says that he has married the most beautiful woman in the world" Alys replied. The truth is that she did not believe in men, but those sweet words from the northerner made her believe that there was even someone out there for her. However, Daemon sneered and looked at Alys with a raised eyebrow, amused and arrogant.

"Well, he'll tell me in a couple of months. My bronze bitch and I attest that this initial crush wears off and then… after that everything is crap” Daemon confessed and Alys blushed at the way he was looking at her. She would never have thought that there was anything between Daemon and his wife. It was true that he spent many hours in the office and many more disappeared, but they were always seen smiling so much on TV and in magazines. "Alys, aren't you always hot with your blouse buttoned up to your neck?" he smiled suggestively at her, and Alys remembered blushing even more, but she had unbuttoned her blouse and Daemon had walked over to her. She remembered that hungry kiss he had given her. All the sexual tension that had existed between them culminated in that moment and Daemon devoured her in silence. She remembered ending up naked in that leather chair Daemon kept in his office. She remembered ending up sweaty and panting and happy, spread-eagled for Daemon Targaryen. She had been as stupid as her mother. No. No. She tried to convince herself that her relationship with her boss was different. Completely different. She remembered getting up naked from the sofa while Daemon was still sleeping on it, really exhausted, in the middle of that hot early summer night. She wanted to drink water and then she stepped on a piece of paper that was on the ground. It was the dinner ticket. She picked it up to add it as business expenses, and then she found to her amazement that the dinner had cost 20 dragons. Alys Rivers had sold herself for 20 dragons, but she didn't care. She was in love.

A short time later, Rhea Joyce, Daemon Targaryen's first wife, fell from her horse. A terrible horse accident that had ended up breaking her neck. Everyone was talking about how spectacular and terrible the accident was. A few voices spoke of what a coincidence it was that Daemon had been present the one time he had gone horseback riding with her. However, Alys did not believe that. Like a good lover, she stood by Daemon's side and comforted him as appropriate during that time. Daemon then explained that their relationship was above labels and conventions. Now it was Alys who was in the magazines with Daemon. But, they were not a traditional couple. Daemon kept sleeping with other women and Alys didn't even suffer from it. The one with him at the end of the day was her. She was the one who truly possessed Daemon Targaryen's heart. Or so she told herself even when he decided to marry Laena Velaryon. Daemon begged her not to leave him as his lover. This marriage was just a strategic ruse. The only one he loved was her. And Alys believed it, she believed it because she just wanted to believe it, even though a little voice in her head told her it wasn't true, she was being like her mother, and everything broke even more when a very young Rhaenyra Targaryen appeared in her life. Alys told herself that no woman should sell herself for a dinner of only 20 dragons.

"I wish we could go on like this for all eternity," you whispered to Aemond. Completely naked like him, you were hugging his body. Your head resting on his chest as you listened to the quiet beat of his heart. He was lying on the enormous bed of that hotel, with one of his arms around your shoulders while he caressed the bare skin of your shoulder and the other was under his neck. The dawn light filtered through the curtains of that expensive and minimalist room of the best hotel in the city. And you didn't think you could be happier. You wished that time would stop and that you could be there forever with Aemond, in perfect tune and harmony. You were tired but happy. You had hardly slept, but you were with the man you loved in a perfect place. You heard Aemond smile at your words.

"Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?" he asked you, pulling your body even closer to his. His eye fixed on the ceiling of the room. “We can spend the whole day here if that's what you want. I can pay it” he replied arrogantly and you leaned on his chest to look into his eye. He raised his face slightly to look at you, but didn't move from his position. You laughed sweetly and he thought his heart would explode with happiness. He had ever been so happy in his life.

"You know I'm not talking about money..." you said, looking down and biting your lip nervously. He sighed and his hand grabbed your chin so that you would look into his eye again. Every time you looked at him you thought there was not a more attractive man in all the seven kingdoms. Aemond was perfect, even the stolid blue prosthetic seemed perfect to you. "I don't want things to change again."

"And they won't, I promise, (Y/N)" his face cradled you and you equally brought one of your hands to his as he caressed you. "I've been a real asshole all this time."

"It's a good thing you said so..." you told him rolling your eyes, half sad, half happy, and he laughed. You thought it was the first time you saw him laugh without a sneer on his lips and he seemed to you the most perfect man in the world.

“I will not allow anything to separate us. You have my word” he whispered to you softly, sincerely… and you smiled as pretty as you could, as if that was the best thing that had ever happened to you, perhaps because it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You caressed his chest while he continued to look at you in silence, with a grimace that was somewhere between happiness and disbelief. "Now that I think about it... I haven't given you my gift" he said getting up from the bed, almost jumping, going to his coat. You laughed and pulled the sheet over you as he walked slowly and surely toward his black coat. You would never tell him but you didn't know how he could put up with something like that even in summer, although you knew he would tell you that it was part of his image. He was back to being the same as always with you, and you couldn't be happier. "Close your eyes" he told you, turning to you. And sitting on the edge of the bed. You laughed out loud.

"Nooo, I already know this" you replied, laughing sweetly while you covered your mouth flirtatiously and looked at him suggestively. "Bryden made me close my eyes once and I only found his cock in front of him when I opened them" you commented amused, remembering that anecdote that you thought was ridiculous and funny in equal measure. But, then you just saw your uncle tense up and look away. Imagining you with another man was too much for him, always would be.

"I'm not Bryden" he told you through his teeth. All the happiness that had reigned at that moment vanished. You saw him jealous again and you mentally noted that you would never talk about any subject like that with him again. You had not acted well, but it had only been a joke.

"No, of course not... you're better" you told him while your arms wrapped around his nec and your lips kissed him. You almost felt like he was loosening up with your attentions. When you finished the kiss and opened your eyes, he looked back at the ground while he looked at the small box that he had in his hands. The logo of one of the most expensive jewelry stores in all of King's Landing was on it. "It was just a joke..." you said almost regretting speaking, as if you had messed everything up.

"It disgusts me to imagine that disgusting bastard touching something as beautiful as a Targaryen, just like Cregan" he confessed to you, wrinkling his face in a sneer. “You and I… You and I are made for each other. At last we are with what we deserve... ”he told you, looking into your eyes, raising his chin, almost as if he was giving you a lesson about what you really were. "We are Targaryens, (Y / N)" he told you as he gave you the small box of that jewelry.

You took it, almost nervous at that confession. The conversation you had had two summers ago where he had told you about the importance of blood and the last name was more important than ever. You opened it under his watchful eye and when you saw the contents inside the box you looked at him again in astonishment for a few moments only to quickly return your gaze to the jewel that was inside that velvet-lined box. "Aemond, this must be very expensive" you said, looking at him again and he smiled satisfied when he saw your reaction.

“It's not something Bryen could give you, that's true. Not even Cregan ” he told you with an arrogant smile, making it clear that he was the best choice, the best among all the partners you had ever had. While looking at your incredulous eyes and the smile that escaped from your lips, Aemond couldn't help but think that he could provide you with the moon if you wanted it. He could protect you, take care of you, love you and give you the standard of living that you needed. He, in his opinion, was the best possible choice. "Why don't you try it on?" he suggested and you looked at him with a beautiful and wide smile. You ran to the dressing table mirror of that room that had witnessed all your passion that night. You left the box on the dresser and looked at yourself smiling and happy in the mirror. Aemond followed you, standing just behind you as you tried to close the catch on that subtle chain. "Do I help you?" Aemond phrased it as a question, but you knew it was a statement. You smiled while he closed the clasp on that chain and looked satisfied at your reflection in that mirror. He kissed the skin of your neck and you laughed sweetly. That was music to his ears and you felt how all the blood in his body was now concentrated elsewhere, much further south. He hugged you and sighed haughtily as he wrapped his arms around you from behind you, pulling you closer to him. “Hmm, you're a gorgeous dragon, (Y/N)” he whispered in your ear and you smiled at your own reflection.

Aemond's gift was a discreet necklace with the heraldry symbol of your father's name, of your name… a three-headed dragon in a silvery steel alloy that was quite subtle. The three heads of the dragon greeted you, declaring that you were one of them, but also each of its eyes were small sapphires as blue as Aemond's prosthesis, but when caught in the sunlight they reflected a purple light exactly like the color of your eyes. You knew that Aemond must have been demanding for that jewel, ordering select sapphire runes as unique as those, however, that made you happy. You were one more, at least for him. “This necklace represents us. In the dark, their eyes have my blue. In the light, they have your purple” he explained to you while you continued happily and in silence, admiring your own reflection in the mirror. Those two perfect and embracing figures. Both naked, without complexes, without ties... just him and you... together at last. “You are a Targaryen, (Y/N). And the Targaryens were born to be together” those last parts he whispered in your ear. His warm breath against the shell of your ear. You saw him close his eye, but the bluish prosthesis was still open, it almost seemed that he never lost sight of you, and that turned you on a lot. "Hmm" he sighed while he rested his head on yours. Still with his eye closed. You felt a warm sensation build up in your lower belly and you turned to kiss him. You not only felt accepted and wanted, but also loved. That necklace was proof of that.

The truth, a truth that Aemond would never confess to you, is that he had changed his gift at the last moment. That necklace was just a way of marking his territory at the birthday party before Cregan, but he would never admit it to you. That moment had turned out better than he had planned and he just closed his eye when he felt how you kissed him again after turning around with a smile. He picked you up and turned you around as you kissed, going back to bed. You lay down and smiled mischievously at him. "Suddenly I know what I want for breakfast," you told him comically, a mix of sensuality and amusement that you didn't think Aemond was used to from the way he looked at you. Lying facing each other, you smiled at him as you lowered your gaze and bit your lower lip in the most sensual way you could. He seemed to understand what you were talking about and he only knew how to put on a serious gesture while his hand was lost in your hair, almost forcing you and guiding you to what he had been waiting for so long.

"So what are you waiting for?" he whispered to you. His strong hand was pushing you down. He had to be in control, he couldn't let go, letting himself go would be accepting weakness, and he was never weak... he lay down looking at the ceiling, while you descended to give him what he had wanted so much. His eye lasted a short time on the ceiling, he quickly turned to look at you when he felt your tongue playing in the cleft of his glans. "My little dragon..." he moaned between his teeth and you felt a pang of pleasure at being named again as before, as he had always called you. He couldn't help but get excited seeing how you had changed, as now you were the woman who made him crazy... that made him horny at times. He saw you astride him, lying between his legs while your tongue ran the length of his member. That reddish and shiny head contrasted strongly with his pale skin and you felt his cock vibrating against your tongue. Aemond couldn't stop looking at you as your purple eyes locked on him. A look that said it all. He grabbed your hair tight. He thought he would cum soon, very soon. He had been wanting to be with you for so long that he knew it wasn't going to last at first. He had planned to cum inside your mouth and you would swallow his dragon seed. His seed was always a gift not a drop of which could be wasted. You sucked his cock between your lips while running one of your hands up and down the shaft of his manhood at the same time. Aemond growled. He didn't think he was going to last much longer and he grabbed your hair tightly, ready to set the pace, but, right at that moment his phone rang. "Fuck, who the hell is that now?" he said in a bad way. His hand on your hair, then he looked at you, unsure whether to continue with you or go to the phone. "Fuck" that was all he said as he grabbed your head desperately and set a fast pace that had nothing to do with the previous game you had set. He was angry at the interruption and you let him take over while you relaxed your neck for him to set the quick, the angry pace he needed. While your mouth felt his cock go in and out quickly and your hair felt the tugs that made your head go up and down, the phone didn't stop ringing. Nervous and urgent, it just overwhelmed your uncle, who hardly knew how to handle the urgency with which it sounded. You sensed Aemond angry and then he growled and breathed hard and desperate. His cock vibrated inside your mouth and you felt his warm seed slide down your throat. Right at that moment, Aemond stopped the controlled movements above your head and dropped you on the bed to kiss you angrily while he got up from. The truth was that you had felt uncomfortable during that moment and your jaw and throat ached from the rapid and deep thrusts he had given you, but, you understood that Aemond was stressed before that phone that did not stop ringing. "Damn," he muttered as he picked up the phone. "There was no other fucking time to call..." he said as the cell phone kept ringing again. Aemond cleared his throat as he picked up the phone. "Mother..." he answered. He went to the huge window of that room to talk to Alicent.

You got up from the bed and walked over to him. Your body adhered to his, both illuminated by the first rays of the sun of that perfect dawn. You would take care of him, you would relieve him, you would reduce his tension and you would always be there for him. It was what you said to yourself while you were listening to him talk, stressed with your grandmother. She was asking where you were, what had happened. You heard her mention that your father was freaking out that no one knew where you were and you saw Aemond's jaw tense as he answered. He said that you had spent the night in a hotel, that the doctors had told you to stay away from everything. He lied, creating a perfect story for his mother in which he came off as a perfect and loving uncle, concerned about the mental health of his little and vulnerable niece. Aemond Targaryen would always be the hero of your story.

You spent a couple of days at home, resting, although you had insisted that you were fine, that you could accompany your uncle to the office, but your grandmother had insisted that you stay there. Thus, you had spent half a week reading in the morning, eating with your grandmother, drawing quietly in the garden and bathing in the pool. It had been a quiet few days, seeing no one but your grandmother in the mornings and Aemond in the afternoons and evenings. He was leaving work early. He would come home and you would hang out together, keeping the logical distances, of course. No one could find out about you two, much less your grandmother, but you lived as a couple. You had dinner together and in those three days, one of them, he had taken you to a pretty good restaurant. Life like this seemed almost perfect. However, you had not seen your father at any time during those days. Until that Thursday afternoon, sitting in the sun lounger that was Aemond's favorite place to sit while you were in the pool, you waited for him to come home from work. You felt a presence behind you and you turned to greet him, but instead of finding Aemond, your father was looking at you completely devastated with terrible circles under his eyes. The truth is that you hadn't seen him since the Sunday of your birthday and, by the way he looked, you could imagine that he had been trying to forget it in his strange way all those days.

“Dad…” you started to say, but you didn't know what else to say. He struggled to sit across from you, with a sad smile and tired eyes. He looked at you only to end up looking at the pool.

“I'm so glad to see you looking so well, (Y/N)” he told you with a dry throat. He ended up trying to swallow, but he couldn't, talking to you had always been difficult for him.

“It was… it was silly” you told him, trying to play down the matter “What happened to me, I mean. It was silly."

"No, it wasn't" he told you, turning to look at you for a moment with tears in his eyes. Of course it hadn't been, but you couldn't accept what had happened. Now you felt ashamed. You had lost your mind for a moment. “I… I am sorry about what happens between us, (Y/N). I'm sorry I've never been there for you. Not having met you, not… not having protected you. If I had done it, we wouldn't be in this situation now…” he confessed to you. His eyes were not capable of looking at you. You would always be the great reflection of his failure with your mother. Always. “I… I really love you and care about you. I care a lot about you…”

"Dad..." you went to say, to hug him. You wanted it too, of course you did. He might be a lousy father, but he was your father, and you knew that he had always tried his best, even if it ended in acts as disastrous as the bandit. “I know you try to do your best.”

"And I know it's not enough," he laughed weakly, looking at you again. "You look like your mother, you're exactly like her," he confessed tiredly. And then, he looked strangely at the Targaryen pendant you hadn't parted with since Aemond had given it to you. It was a symbol of love…it almost embarrassed you to think of it, but it was a symbol of commitment. A commitment between Aemond and you. "That necklace is very pretty..." he told you, staring at him. He had screwed up with her gift. He realized that he had inadvertently excluded you from his family.

"Aemond gave it to me" you said, caressing the necklace sweetly and your father just looked away. Of course, his brother would always understand you better than he did…he felt jealous, he felt it because he thought you should see Aemond as your father figure, instead of seeing him. He had no idea how wrong he was...

“I want things to change between us, (Y/N). I really want to be there for you” he confessed to you, embarrassed to think that it was all his fault. He already knew that he was going to screw up since the day he saw you in your mother's arms about to catch the flight to Starfall…he would always be a disaster. And you didn't know how to respond to his words. You only remained in a painful silence in which neither of you knew what else to say. You both knew that things had to change, for the good for the both of you.

"Oh, look who's back from their mini vacation." Aemond looked up from his reports when he heard Alys' voice in the reception area of his office. Then, he saw you dressed casually, like you always did in your top and shorts, but this time with the torn shoulder bag and the Targaryen symbol on it. Your uncle smiled pleased to see you. "How are you, honey?" Alys asked you sweetly. The whole city must have found out you were in the psych ER after Cregan left. You felt stupid when they asked you like a little girl, but you saw sincerity in the eyes of your uncle's secretary.

"Fine" you replied as you watched your uncle get up from his desk to see you. You turned your attention to Alys and she smiled at you in the nicest way she knew how. "Thanks for asking me, Alys."

"Don't worry. That´s what I´m here for. Besides, I'll tell you a secret” she told you, lowering her tone of voice more and more. You approached to listen to her, “Men come and go. It's a lesson I give you.” Without a doubt, Alys blamed it on the same thing everyone else blamed it on, Cregan was gone and you'd gone mad with love. She smiled at you but her eyes seemed to freeze when she saw the necklace now hanging from your neck. "How beautiful!" she commented, trying to sound nice, but that smelled very bad to her. You laughed sweetly.

"Yes, Aemond gave it to me for my birthday," you confessed to her and she tried to put the ideas in order in her head. You had been with Cregan all that time, it was impossible, unlikely that you would have ended up tangled between Aemond's sheets, but that seemed like a gift more between lovers than between family...

"(Y / N)" Aemond greeted you through the open door of his office, hands in pockets. He looked at the very expensive Rolex that he always wore and looked at you again with a stupid smile on his lips, "How soon you came" he told you in a soft tone, almost suggestive and Alys's alarms went off. What. Was. Going. Between. You. Two?

"It's just that I couldn't keep waiting at home," you told him coquettishly, clutching your shoulder bag like an idiot and Alys cleared her throat while she looked at Aemond with a worried face. Your uncle seemed to come back to reality.

“How about you go down to the cafeteria and have what you want?” Aemond responded quickly, returning to the stoic tone he always seemed to have.

"Yes, of course" you replied with concern. Just when you closed the door to that waiting room. Aemond turned slowly, his unbound hair moving in time to return to his office. He had work to finish. Alys went to the office door and leaned defiantly against the frame. They had never been anything, owed each other nothing, but Alys wasn't going to let Aemond fall the way his uncle did. She had to protect him because with it she protected herself.

"What is going on between you two?" she said as she walked over to Aemond's desk, she leaned against it and glared at him hard. He just answered her with the same cold look that he would have given his worst enemy. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know it was you who helped him with the reports that night, Rivers. Let it be the last time you disobey an order I give you” he commanded harshly, without feeling. Alys laughed in disbelief. He had called her Rivers. Rivers. He was beginning to distance himself from her. He had only done that many years ago, when he caught her being unfaithful.

"Well, that doesn't seem to have stopped you from fucking her, does it?" Alys mumbled back at his taunt.

"Are you jealous?" Her boss responded, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Don't make me laugh, Aemond. You are just like your uncle. Exactly the same” Alys could never be jealous. She had only been in love once, many years ago, and she had never been Aemond's. Your uncle had been fun to educate, but nothing more. She was his confidante because they both kept many secrets from each other, but that was the end of their whole relationship. She could never be jealous of you, she was only worried that Aemond would end up walking the same path of doom as her uncle. "Be careful what game you're playing."

“And you be careful what you suggest, Rivers. It is a very ugly accusation” he replied, leaning back in his chair. He wasn't going to get rid of Alys, but her patronizing attitude was making him angry. He was much smarter than his uncle. They would never catch you. Never.

"It's going to end very badly for you Targaryen." And with that sentence, with that statement, Alys left Aemond's office, angrily closing the door behind her. History was repeating itself, much to the secretary's chagrin, and your uncle had no idea how true Alys's words were.

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Reader is a vampire who got her heart broken and went to the Volturi to try and get herself killed because of it, but she was so upset she failed to realize the spark she felt with the kings.

❝the flame that burns for you❞

✭ pairing : volturi kings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) has her heart broken by a male who she thought out to be her mate turns out that was simply a mind trick he played on her to think, thinking she was to go without a true mate she seeks out the volturi to end her misery but blinded by sadness she doesn’t see the bond in the makings

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The night was cool, and the moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. (Y/N) moved silently through the trees, her senses sharp and keen. As a vampire, hunting was a necessity, and she had grown skilled at it over the centuries. Her crimson eyes scanned the darkness, searching for the telltale signs of prey.

But tonight, her thoughts were not solely focused on the hunt. She couldn't shake the unease that had settled in her chest since earlier in the evening. Leo, her vampire lover, had been acting strangely lately, distant and secretive. She couldn't pinpoint the source of his change in behavior, but it gnawed at her.

Eventually, (Y/N)'s hunt proved successful, and she returned to the secluded cabin she shared with Leo. She pushed through the creaky wooden door, her senses still on high alert. The scent of another woman hung heavily in the air, a scent she recognized all too well.

As she stepped further into the dimly lit cabin, her heart pounded in her chest. There, in their shared bedroom, she found Leo entangled with another woman, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. (Y/N)'s voice trembled as she whispered his name, her world crumbling around her.

"Leo..."

Leo pulled away from the other woman, his eyes widening in shock as he turned to face (Y/N). Guilt etched across his features, but there was something else there, something sinister.

"(Y/N), I can explain," he stammered, but she couldn't bear to hear his excuses.

Tears welled up in her crimson eyes as she confronted him. "I trusted you, Leo. I thought we were mates, bound for eternity."

Leo's gaze shifted away from hers, and a cruel smile played at his lips. "Ah, yes, about that," he said, his voice dripping with deceit. "You see, I used my ability to force those thoughts into your mind. We were never true mates, (Y/N)."

Her heart shattered as Leo's confession hung in the air. All this time, she had believed in their love, in their eternal bond, and it had all been a lie. The tears spilled down her pale cheeks as she realized the depth of his betrayal.

"You're lying," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why, Leo? Why would you do this to me?"

Leo's smile widened, his true nature revealed. "Because, my dear (Y/N), I grew tired of you. It was time for a change, a new companion."

Her world collapsed around her, and she turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of the vampire she had thought was her mate. In that moment, she felt utterly alone, her heartache too much to bear.

Without another word, she fled the cabin, her mind consumed by despair and a newfound determination. She had lost everything, even the belief in her true mate. With nothing left to live for, she made a fateful decision.

She would seek out the Volturi, the ancient vampire council, and ask for the ultimate release from her immortal existence. For (Y/N) believed that without a true mate, her eternity was meaningless, and she would rather face the cold embrace of death than live with the agony of betrayal.

The grand halls of the Volturi castle were as imposing as the legends suggested. (Y/N) stood before the towering doors, her heart heavy with despair, as she awaited her audience with the three vampire kings. She had traveled a long, lonely journey to reach this point, and now she could only hope that they would grant her request for death.

Finally, the massive doors creaked open, revealing the regal figures of Aro, Caius, and Marcus, the rulers of the Volturi. (Y/N) stepped inside, her eyes locking onto Aro's penetrating gaze. She felt vulnerable and exposed under his scrutiny, but there was no turning back now.

"I have come to seek an audience," she said, her voice steady but laced with desperation.

Aro, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, gestured for her to approach. "Of course, my dear. What brings you to our doorstep?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her resolve firm, as she spoke her darkest desire. "I seek death, my lords. Please, end my immortal existence."

The three kings exchanged glances, and Caius, with a trace of disdain, remarked, "And why should we grant such a request? You have committed no crimes worthy of death."

Desperation clawed at her, and (Y/N) explained, "I have exposed our kind to humans. I led them to our presence before hunting them. I have brought shame upon our kind."

Aro's eyes lit up with intrigue as he leaned in closer. "Tell us more, my dear. How did you expose us?"

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) recounted the events that had transpired with Leo, the man she had believed to be her mate. She told of how they had shown themselves to humans before feeding on them, their reckless actions endangering the secrecy of the vampire world.

Aro listened intently, and when she finished, he spoke, "Indeed, this is a grave transgression. However, my dear, it is not you who killed those humans, but your mate. By our laws, you are not directly responsible."

(Y/N)'s hope dwindled as Aro continued, "And as for your request for death, we cannot grant it. Your actions, while reckless, do not warrant such a punishment."

Tears welled up in her crimson eyes, and she looked down, defeated. "Then what am I to do? I cannot bear the weight of my existence any longer."

It was Marcus who had remained silent throughout the exchange, his thoughtful gaze fixed on (Y/N). Suddenly, he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper, "Aro, there is something I see."

Aro turned to Marcus, his interest piqued. "What do you see, my brother?"

Marcus gestured towards (Y/N), and his eyes met Aro's with a knowing look. "I see a bond forming, a connection between her and us, Aro."

Aro's eyes widened with realization, and he nodded slowly. "You are right, Marcus. There is an unseen bond, a unique connection between us."

(Y/N) was bewildered, unable to comprehend what they were discussing. "What are you talking about?"

Aro smiled, though it held a hint of mystery. "My dear, we have decided not to grant your request for death, but we will not tell you why. There is something about you, a connection that has intrigued us. You may stay with us, and we shall monitor this bond closely."

Confusion and uncertainty swirled within (Y/N), but she had little choice but to accept their decision. She had come seeking an end to her existence, and now she was tethered to the enigmatic Volturi kings, with a destiny she could not fathom.

As (Y/N) resigned herself to her fate, the bond between herself, Aro, Caius, and Marcus continued to strengthen, its purpose shrouded in secrecy and uncertainty, a mystery that would reshape her eternity in ways she could never have imagined.

Days turned into weeks within the chambers the Volturi had granted (Y/N). She had become a ghost of her former self, plagued by the weight of her existence and the enigmatic bond she shared with Aro, Caius, and Marcus. She couldn't understand why they kept her around, why they refused to grant her the death she so desperately craved.

Depression had settled in her heart like a never-ending storm, chaining her to the dark solitude of her chambers. She had little reason to venture beyond those walls, for her existence had become a relentless torment.

One gloomy evening, (Y/N) made a decision that would shatter the fragile status quo. She slipped out of her chambers and into the dimly lit corridors of the Volturi castle. Her crimson eyes, devoid of hope, glistened with tears as she walked towards the imposing front gates. She intended to reveal herself to the world, to expose her vampire nature, and force the Volturi's hand to end her suffering.

As she stepped into the moonlight just beyond the castle's entrance, a cold, iron grip seized her by the arm. Before she could react, Caius had her pinned to the castle wall with inhuman strength. Marcus and Aro appeared swiftly, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

Aro's voice carried a tone of confusion as he asked, "My dear (Y/N), why would you do such a thing?"

Tears streamed down her face as she choked out the painful truth. "I wished for you to have a crime to kill me for. To end this misery."

Marcus, usually serene and detached, grew serious. "You must not endanger yourself like that again."

"Why?" (Y/N) cried out in despair. "What is the point of keeping me here, torturing me with this existence?"

Caius, his voice harsh and unforgiving, finally spoke, "Because we are mates."

(Y/N) froze, her mind struggling to process the words. "What...what do you mean?"

Aro, always the one to explain, took a step forward. "When you first came to us seeking death, Marcus saw a bond forming between the four of us. A connection that defies explanation. That is why we keep you here."

Tears welled up in her crimson eyes once more, but this time it was disbelief that washed over her. "It's another mind trick, isn't it? A way to keep me here, to torment me further."

Marcus's voice held an uncharacteristic warmth as he assured her, "No, (Y/N), it is not a trick. We may not fully understand it ourselves, but this bond is real. We are connected, and that is why we cannot let you go."

Aro continued, "We believe that this bond serves a purpose, one that we are meant to discover together."

Overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, (Y/N) struggled to accept this revelation. She had come seeking an end to her existence, only to discover that her destiny was inexplicably tied to the enigmatic Volturi kings. As they surrounded her, their faces filled with a strange mixture of determination and compassion, she couldn't help but wonder what awaited them all in this unforeseen journey of their immortal lives.

Centuries had passed since (Y/N) had discovered her inexplicable bond with the Volturi kings, Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Their unique connection had grown stronger with time, forging a sense of unity that transcended the boundaries of conventional vampire relationships. Yet, one desire continued to linger in (Y/N)'s immortal heart—a longing for a family of their own.

However, the cruel irony of their existence was that vampires could not procreate, and so (Y/N) had resigned herself to the reality that they would never have children. It was a source of sorrow that cast a shadow over their otherwise harmonious existence.

But the Volturi kings were not ones to accept defeat easily. Their power and influence extended far and wide, and they were well aware of the extraordinary circumstances that had allowed Edward and Bella Cullen to conceive a child. It was a vampire-human hybrid, a rarity that defied nature itself.

One moonless night, the three kings convened in their chambers, their minds focused on a daring plan that could grant (Y/N)'s deepest wish. They had watched humans for months, identifying three women who lived on the fringes of society, with no family or loved ones to speak of.

Aro, his eyes gleaming with ambition, explained their audacious plan. "We shall offer these women unimaginable riches and comfort in exchange for their cooperation in carrying our children."

Caius, ever the pragmatist, added, "They mustn’t know that this childbirth will claim their lives. They will bear vampire-human hybrid children, a feat that defies nature and carries a heavy price."

Marcus, the most reserved of the trio, nodded in agreement. "As long as we must ensure that (Y/N)'s dream of a family is fulfilled."

With their plan firmly in place, the Volturi kings set out to find the three chosen women. They were drawn from the darkness of the streets with promises of wealth and luxury, but with full disclosure of the mortal peril that awaited them.

The women, each facing their own desperate circumstances, agreed to the pact. For them, the lure of riches and a comfortable life was too tempting to resist, even if the circumstances were unnatural.

As the months passed, (Y/N) watched over the three women, their bellies growing with the unnatural life they carried within them. The bond between her and the Volturi kings deepened, as they shared the anticipation of their unconventional family's arrival.

The day of the births arrived, and the Volturi kings were present, their power ensuring a safe and painless delivery for the women. Yet, as the first cry of a hybrid infant echoed through the room, a solemn truth hung in the air—the women had fulfilled their part of the bargain, but their mortal lives had come to an end.

As the women's life forces faded, their final breaths marked the beginning of a new chapter for (Y/N) and the Volturi kings. They had achieved the impossible, a family that defied the laws of nature itself.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the chambers where (Y/N) and her three children, Hades, Rosemary, and Juliet, were gathered. It was a nightly ritual, a moment of connection and comfort as they settled in for a bedtime story.

Hades, with his ebony hair and piercing red eyes like his father Caius, nestled close to his mother. Rosemary, her dark hair cascading in waves like Marcus, and Juliet, with Aro's striking features, eagerly awaited their mother's story. They had always wondered why they looked different from their beloved mother.

(Y/N) smiled down at her inquisitive children and began her tale. "Once upon a time, my dear children, your fathers and I longed for a family, just like this one. But, you see, I am a vampire, and vampires cannot have children."

Hades, Rosemary, and Juliet exchanged curious glances, their young minds eager for the story to unfold.

"We knew we needed help from something greater than ourselves," (Y/N) continued, "so we asked the gods above for a miracle. The gods listened to our plea and decided to create you, my precious triplets."

The children's eyes widened with wonder, and Hades asked, "How did the gods make us, Mother?"

"They sculpted you from clay, molding each of you with care," (Y/N) explained. "They gave you looks that matched your fathers, so you would carry their essence within you."

Rosemary, her gift resembling Marcus's but with a unique twist, interjected, "Does that mean that our other sibling will look like you then someday, Mother?"

(Y/N) blinked in confusion, not aware of any such plans. "Another sibling? I'm not sure what you mean, my dear."

Hades, with his unusual ability to grant wishes, smiled warmly. "I wished for a sibling, Mother. I know I am not suppose to use my abilities but I couldn’t help it mama.”

Understanding dawned on (Y/N)'s face as she placed her hand over her stomach, a mixture of surprise and joy washing over her. "You wished for a sibling?"

The children nodded enthusiastically, and Rosemary added, "And the gods listened, just like they did for us."

A wave of emotion overcame (Y/N) as she realized the profound love and unity that bound her unique family together. She had longed for a family, and now, through a combination of divine intervention and her children's wishes, she was about to experience the joy of motherhood once more.

With a radiant smile, she whispered, "Yes, my darlings, it seems you will have another sibling soon, and this time, it will be a gift from your brother Hades and the gods who watch over us."

As (Y/N) tucked her three children into their beds, their hearts filled with excitement and anticipation for the arrival of a new member of their extraordinary family. The gods had indeed smiled upon them, bestowing them with a love that transcended the boundaries of existence.

(Y/N) gathered her three mates after three days of avoiding them. Aro, Caius, and Marcus, in their private chambers to share the astonishing news. The air was heavy with tension and curiosity as she began to speak.

"I have something incredible to tell you all," she began, her voice filled with awe. "Hades, our dear son, used his unique ability to make a wish."

The three Volturi kings exchanged puzzled glances. "A wish?" Aro inquired, intrigued.

(Y/N) nodded, her eyes shining with pride. "Yes, he wished for a sibling, a brother or sister to join our family."

Caius raised an eyebrow, skepticism in his gaze. "But, my love, we are vampires. We cannot conceive children."

A mischievous smile played on (Y/N)'s lips. "That's the remarkable part. Unlike a regular pregnancy, I have come to find out that I had only been pregnant for three days."

Aro's eyes widened with astonishment, and Marcus, usually the most reserved of the trio, leaned forward in anticipation. "Three days? How is that even possible?"

(Y/N) explained, "Just as our transformation into vampires takes three days, this pregnancy was swift, almost like a supernatural event. And now, I have given birth to our newest addition."

With that, she unveiled a small bundle in her arms, revealing a beautiful baby boy with the softest, snow-white hair any of them had ever seen. His pure appearance was a stark contrast to the vampiric features of his siblings.

Caius, Marcus, and Aro stared in awe at the newborn, their initial skepticism giving way to profound wonder and love. The bond that connected them all was as strong as ever, and they welcomed the newest member of their unique family with open hearts.

Hades, who had been waiting anxiously outside the chambers, entered and joined his mothers, his eyes filled with pride. "I wished for his existence, so I get to pick his name right?”

His three fathers exchanged amused glances and nodded in agreement. "Very well, Hades," Aro said, "What shall we name him?"

Hades grinned and announced proudly, "I name him 'Sunny,' because he brings light to our lives, and he's different from all of us, like a ray of sunshine."

The name 'Sunny' was met with smiles and nods of approval, and they all took turns cradling the precious newborn in their arms. Sunny's arrival had defied all expectations, but he was a cherished addition to their family, a symbol of the love and unity that bound them together.

In the days that followed, Hades proudly introduced his new baby brother to Rosemary and Juliet, who showered Sunny with affection and adoration. The Volturi castle echoed with the laughter and joy of their growing family, as they reveled in the miracle of Sunny's existence.

For (Y/N) and her mates, their family was like no other in the vampire world—a testament to the extraordinary bonds of love, sacrifice, and the unexpected miracles that could unfold even in their immortal lives.

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banshatheblademaster · 4 months

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figured out what to do about nya for the ghost swap

Ronin: - appears to be a roughed up, but humble shopkeeper somewhere in ninjago. wont take kindly to thieves and has quite a bit of combat experience. - not quite as terrible as in canon, but he does have the occasional dubious tactic for upping sales numbers, knows little scruple in that field sometimes - changes the story abotu his injured eye every time someone asks him. - takes Bansha in after she asks for work (a bit of a retcon from post 1 but bear with me) and more or less becomes her sole guardian for the time. teaches her all he knows about self defense - becomes samurai x some time after bansha saves him from the skulkin and leaves to train her newlyfound powers in the monastery. claims he does so because he doesnt trust the fate of the world to be handled by some kids, but he also worries about bansha, knowing she bites off more than she can chew quite often. - his identity is revealed to bansha first, but officially ot the rest of the group roughly by season 2. he stays for the final battle but then goes off to do his thing until season 5 - much like nya, ronin is revealed to be the master of water, and receives training from Master Preeminent while the rest of the group try to figure out how to save Morro. hes good at fighting, but kind of sucks because hes only ever learned to rely on what he thought he was capable of, not these new powers. also claims hes too old to learn new ways to fight, even if the water elemental is crucial to their victory

Nya: - rough-and-tumble girl of mysterious origins, often seen wandering around in towns. lately seems to have settled in Stiix. - uses the fact that she is underestimated a lot to her favor. will befriend people only if it benefits her, and conceals that fact pretty well. is closer in personality to canon ronin than this ronin lmao - used to travel around with her brother Kai after the disappearance of their parents. whilst trying to find them - and keeping him and his little sister alive - kai made a deal for his soul, in exchange for a foolproof way to locate their parents. - the two of them made the trip, which dragged on from weeks to months. frustrated, stressed and malnourished, kai slowly lost his mind. behind nyas back, he sold off her soul aswell to make the journey end as soon as possible. - just after a fight in which kai admitted he had no idea if they are ever going to find their parents, the two of them are ambushed - kai is killed and nya severly injured. she manages to survive, miraculously, and is nursed back to health in a hospital. - the mech arm is a construction of her own; she is just as mechanically gifted as her canon counterpart, likely as a result of travelling so much and needing to steal and fix up cars or bikes. - post-mortem, the cursed soul of kai and the other ghosts commune with her, some of them taunting her, some blaming her for her situation. it worsens her mental state further, but kai at the very least can instruct her on how to make it alone. shes long given up finding her parents at this point and lives as a vagabond, stealing, gambling and making enemies at every turn. all she wants now is to free herself of the curse, which the ghosts promise they can do, if she in turn helps with disrupting the ninjas plans to save their realm - her backstory left her with severe issues regarding trust, but she comes around to bonding with ronin while hes in training

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago au #ninjago ronin #ninjago nya #morro and lloyd are next i swear. or maybe i shoudl show u guys master preem and lord misako first theyre pretty fun too #ghost swap

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d011zk1ll · 3 months

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Listeninf to good luck babe and screaming at @monflures about an alyanette au where alya and marinette are dating, to the point marinette even reveals herself and in the final battle Alya sacrifices herself for ladybug because she's "more important" and she needs to be there to save the day. Ladybugs magic doesn't bring her back. She's gone. She's gone because ladybug failed her and she has to turn around and live with that guilt.

Adrien helps her pick up the pieces, and eventually she falls for him. They get married, have kids etc. but she'll always wonder what it would be like with Alya instead. Sometimes, on the anniversary of her death or her birthday, she'll call Adrien by alya. It'll hurt him, but he'll understand. He'll hold her when she apologises because he knows she doesn't mean it. He knows she misses the only woman she's ever loved.

Alya loves marinette like fire loves wood. All consuming, blazing, warm, encasing, like a lifeline. Alya clings to her shoulder and lets her rest against the side, tucked under her arm during class when shes up too late with an Akuma. Alya loves marinette in a gentle, quiet way but she also loves marinette in a loud, overwhelming way.

Or at least she did, before she gave up her own life to save someone she cares about. Because why wouldn't she? Fire dies out without fuel, but fuel can always be relit.

Marinette loves. No. Sorry. Loved. She always has to remind herself. No longer loves. Now loved. Marinette loved alya in the little ways. Kissing her forehead right on her birthmark, "it's like fate knew I was clumsy and needed a little bit of extra help" or bringing coffee and treats in. Marinette loved alya in the way that she'd complain about a stain on her favourite dress and marinette would make her an entirely new one within a week.

But she can't do that anymore, because there is no birthmark to kiss. No chirpy but exhausted girl to give food and energy to. No stain on a favourite dress to replace.

They make me angsty

#alyanette #rambles #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug au #alyanette au #alya #miraculous alya #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #marinette #angst

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chaoticbardlady99 · 5 months

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Darling, Never Stop Haunting Me (Spawn Astarion x F! Ghost Reader)

Chapter Five: Nisi Pellis Nostra (SOS)

Synopsis: The Lich reveals his fate for you and your 'higher purpose' after a series of experiments that leave you feeling hopeless. The Spawn Monster tries to reassure you that everything is going to be okay.

CW: Mentions of gore, mentions of non consensual surgical-esque procedures on Ghosts, basically I've been watching a lot of Criminal Minds lately, being changed against a character's will.

Disclaimer- put together the picture for the banner, but I do not own any of the pictures. Birdie's 'image' is a stock image. I will not describe the readers body in detail- she is just merely on the banner for ✨drama✨. I believe the picture of Astarion is from @cheekylittlepupp . And then the symbol of Orcus in the back is a free image off the internet.

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Chapter 4 : Chapter 6: AO3

You know you have only been in the liche’s ‘care’ for a little over 24 hours now, but it feels like you have spent forever and a day down here already.

Yesterday he had performed multiple experiments on you by seeing how your body responds to various types of magic. You are extremely sore

It’s just you, Leon’s desecrated body, and the Spawn Monster. You’ve had a few exchanges with the creature as it tries to tempt you into conversing with it.

You want to, but it’s too confusing and makes you feel sick.

Aurelia had been Cazador’s first spawn and she had fought so hard to keep him from being angry with her while Astarion turned towards malicious compliance.

After Aurelia came Astarion and then Dalyria. Dalyria has always fascinated you with her brilliance and pension for medicine as well as modern tactics. She did not believe in the Gods nor that they would save her so she was determined to save herself.

Violet and Yousen became spawn within days of each other and fought like cats and dogs- neither one of them willing to be the Scratch of the duo and keep the peace. You did enjoy their pranks on each other (when they weren’t ridiculously cruel).

Petras had been maybe two, three decades before Leon- who only became a part of the coven a decade ago. Petras' dullness had driven Cazador, Astarion, and frankly, everyone mad. You have never met someone so dense in your entire existence, but at the end of the day, he was always good. He tried to keep his intentions as pure as possible and despite Astarion’s disdain for him, Petras did adore him and considered him his brother. He had been the hardest one to crack regarding Astarion’s location in Baldur’s Gate that day so many months ago.

“What does dick cheese mean?”

It’s a fair question that not even you can really answer- to be frank, you had kind of panicked when Leon had turned on you with his hackles raised. You just threw out some words to break up some of the anger.

You want to look over at the other siblings- you are desperate to be able to look over and see them all separated- somewhere far away and happy.

Somewhere safe where Leon’s grief could never- would never- touch them.

“I honestly don’t know,” you whisper, “I was just throwing out words.”

“It was clever,” the Spawn monster says, “it made me think of a STI.

“Which Leon has been for a while.”

You snort and look over, only to look away again. Your heart is truly broken for them. You will never complain about being stuck as a Ghost again- you are very very lucky.

Astarion will be devastated, despite what he would lead others to believe, he does actually care about the individuals he suffered alongside with in Szarr Palace. He will be especially upset to see Dalyria, the one he does consider a sister through and through, is gone. He will even grieve Petras who he pretends he is incapable of tolerating.

You shake your head- yes, he will grieve, but you will make sure he doesn’t fall to his knees and let life guillotine his heart. The survivors' guilt will not win- you will make sure of that- and if there is a way to save the Spawn, they will find it.

“Is it that bad?”

The sadness in their voice is still recognizable through the heavy slurred speech. You nod numbly. There is no point in lying.

“I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for!?”

This time you do look over and face your fears- looking her in her eyes (well Aurelia and Violet’s eyes). It’s odd how you can see how the five distinct personalities are still there all from a look or a change of posture.

A sudden burst of pain causes the creature to keel over and cry out- the stitches glowing with an angry red color.

The monster looks you in the eyes with tears.

“We’re a monster,” it says, “we should have stopped Leon the moment Yousen and Aurelia went missing. We suspected, but thought it was too good to be true. Leon couldn’t do this to us.”

You shake your head aggressively, trying to will your own tears away. This is not about you- you're not the one who has had your autonomy ripped away time and time again.

“You will not apologize to me for something out of your control,” you say softly, “Leon made his own choices. I wish they hadn’t involved any of you.”

“We know,” it says, “we appreciate it.

“And personally,” this time you know it’s Dalyria, “I am grateful to you for taking care of Astarion. You need to promise you will continue to take care of him.”

There is a finality in their voice that causes you to release a choked sob. They don’t plan on ever being saved or fixed.

“Birdie, you must do us a favor.”

“Okay?”

“You have to destroy us.”

“What!?” You hissed in surprise, “no!”

“Please,” it begs, pleads, a tear going down Dalyria’s face, “it hurts- he will continue to refurbish us like he has been doing. The remainder of our bodies- they have been scattered around. We will never be able to rest while he continues to resurrect pieces of us at a time.

“Last time, Petras was doing all of the talking until he became annoyed with Petras. That’s why his lips are stitched shut with silver- any talking will make his pain worse.

“Don’t leave us here to suffer.”

“But what makes you so sure I’ll be out of here anyhow? Maybe we can find a way to save yo-“

“No,” it says, “there is no way to undo what has been done.

“We can still feel his emotions to an extent. Half hysterical and racing to get here. Nervous, scared that he has lost you permanently. Cazador is dead, but our own connections are still there- faint, but there.

“Promise us that you will destroy us- every last piece.”

You take a shaky breath in- maybe you should also be concerned for your own survivor’s guilt.

“Okay,” you whisper, “I promise- if it has to come to that, but don’t give up hope.”

The sad smile is unsettling and full of rows of razor sharp teeth- you breathe unevenly and try to calm the galloping in your chest.

It may not matter that you know who they are- it’s still terrifying and unsettling to see them this way.

Clanging from down the hall- you can hear the Shadar Kai soldiers coming towards you. You wish you could turn invisible and hide, but whatever magic is around your cage is preventing you from being able to cast anything.

The lich walks into the room- an unsettling smile across his dead, rotting face. He stares into you as if he can see your entire existence. It’s been one whole day of not being bothered of him- you knew becoming complacent was a bad idea.

The Spawn monster protests and slams against the cage- trying to keep the Lich from reaching you, but it’s too late. Your body feels like jelly and you begin to unravel to the floor- your form is absolutely paralyzed.

“Leave her alone!”

“SILENCE!”

A ripple of red, angry magic goes through their body and the scream that echoes through the room makes you cry and your heartbreak. They just wanted to help you- you will find a way to help them. This will not be the end for any of you- you are determined to save yourself and them.

You may not be very big Birdie, you think, but apparently you are pretty strong for whatever reason and you know how to use Bardic Magic to an extent. You know how to use Vicious Mockery and you have a decent amount of cantrips like Firebolt and shocking grasp. You just need to break whatever hold he has on your body. You can do this Birdie- you badass bitch!

You continue to hype yourself up in your head as they carry you off down the hallway by your limp limbs- at least it doesn’t hurt.

You focus with everything you have in your body and begin to chip away at the grasp the liche has on your body.

“How very fascinating,” the lich muses as you are laid down on a stone slab, “you are rather strong and you think rather quickly on your feet for someone who died so young. I wonder what secrets I will find inside you…”

Gods no. This isn’t happening to you- the knife begins to cut into your abdomen like your skin is butter and it’s horribly painful- the blade coated in silver and silver itself. Even if you do regenerate (hypothetically you should) it’s going to hurt and take a lot longer than you would have hoped to heal.

You can feel the lich enforce his will on you and you are forced to lay there quietly- entirely unable to move and no matter how much you try to fight against his grasp- it doesn’t happen.

He pulls out each of your organs- inspecting them and it hurts. You can feel him put your heart in other, dead bodies- seeing if the body will come to life. It does- momentarily, but then you begin to choke and the body dies and your heart is returned to you.

You have never been touched before by anyone and now? Now you just feel violated. You stopped keeping track of what he was pulling out, putting in and out of other bodies before putting back in your own, and even scooping out ectoplasm surrounding your organs. It all feels unnatural and painful- you zone out.

You are there for hours- you know because you’ve been counting the seconds in your head- trying to focus on every passing second instead of the grubby, evil fingers tearing you apart and putting it back together.

You give up- unable to justify trying to live through this if this is the existence you are doomed to.

For once, you don’t want Astarion to come. You don’t want him to see you this way and you hope he’s turned tail and ran away instead of rushing into danger to save her. Your tears begin to fall again- the Lich pulling out one of your eyes, commenting how fascinating it is that you are still able to produce tears without it before putting it back in to mend it back together.

You drift off into a land where this had never happened. Maybe a different time period, an alternate universe, where you are playing at a Tavern, a young bard trying to make a name for herself. A beautiful, cocky Magistrate walks up to you with life in his cheeks and blue (or maybe green?) eyes.

In this reality, Astarion courts you, adores you, and neither one of you is horribly traumatized to get there. You live a happy life together, you go on adventures, own a home together, and maybe even one day have children together.

Your parents would have adored him- you wonder if his would have adored you?

“Lubanac is going to be most pleased,” the lich hums, “you are going to be the perfect little creature for the Morbid Maze. I know exactly what I am going to turn you into!

“Ah here it is,” the Lich menancingly smiles at you and your own scream of terror reaches your ears, “a Necroplasm! It will take another day since I have more tests to conduct, but you’ll be one of these beautiful creatures soon, my beautiful little Ghosty.”

It’s just a blob of ectoplasm and bones. You whimper and begin to shake.

“Oh no, no, no,” the lich strokes your face, “do not cry little one- you won’t even remember any of this once I change you.

“It will all be over soon,” he coos, “and in the meantime- you are doing an honorable service for our Lord Orcus and his priest, my leader, Lubanac. You will have a higher purpose once again- you will protect the morbid maze and fight alongside Orcus. What a boon- I’m almost jealous.”

It’s a fight not to continue crying- not wanting to give the lich more curiosities to poke around with or a reason to turn you earlier- so you do the only thing you can think of doing.

You fall asleep.

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You can feel all of your organs back in the right place within your body, but you feel entirely ruined to your core.

Astarion would never want you this way- used and rearranged, ectoplasm happily consumed by a lich who was constantly telling you every ‘fascinating’ detail he finds in your form as he worked. The lich at least gave you a bit more insight into your own condition- technically Donella did succeed in changing you, but she didn’t know how to resurrect you so that’s why you are stronger than a normal Ghost- you harbor some Spawn strength.

You went from being a Ghost, a Cat, a Person, and then a Science Project for a Necromancer. How fitting. Next? A necroplasm- unable to be saved or changed back to your original form.

“Are you okay?”

You look numbly in the direction of the Spawn Monster and their eyes look worried for you- your eyes are filled with angry tears, you can barely see them through your vision.

“No,” you choke, “I feel violated. I feel….

“I feel unworthy,” you whisper, admitting it outloud, “I feel disgusting.”

“We understand,” the spawn monster gives you a smile, “but you are going to get out of here and that will never happen to you again.”

You just shake your head, crying harder.

“I don’t know if I care anymore,” you sob, “I don’t want to go through that again- I can’t. He’s going to change me into, into-“

One of the creatures he showed you slimes by and it eats up the dripping ectoplasm on the ground like a starved dog- bones being stretched apart. The creature looks you in the eyes as if it knows and it lets out a wailing scream. You barely scoot out of the way in time before it’s limbs make it through your cage- a starving look in it’s eyes.”

“Shhhhh,” Dalyria’s voice soothes you, “you won’t go through it again- you will be okay. He’s coming as fast as he can.”

The spawn monster, as horrific as it is, leans up against the part of the cage that is close to yours- offering a hand. You crawl over and reach for it like a child- the creature, the remainder of people you care for, try to soothe you by running their thumb over your hand and keep telling you it’s going to be okay. That you are not allowed to give up any hope.

And that Astarion is on his way.

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