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Meeting your Alpha in the King's Dungeon

A/N: This was someone's request, but I lost the request, so I'm sorry but here it is!

(Alpha) Riordan x GN Omega Reader

General Summary: You've been summoned to a magical world to soothe beast they call Alpha.

Word count: 6.5K

TW: cozy alpha/omega dynamic, kidnapping to another world, gentle alpha, mention of war and a small bit of violence, alpha/omega smut, nesting, knotting, and biting

You woke, your back cold. This wasn't you bed. You smelled something burning, maybe sage or thyme. It smelled herbal.

“Open your eyes, pretty, I know you're awake,” a nasally voice said.

Your eyes blinked open, and you squinted at the light. Sitting up, you found yourself in a well-lit room. It looked like a sort of lab with glass vessels filled with brightly colored liquids. Sunlight poured in the large windows. The glass was thick and uneven, making the world outside blurry. It had to be old and crudely cast to look like that.

“Welcome to my world, little omega,” the voice said.

You turned to see an old man in a purple robe, looking at you expectantly. He was rather short but had oddly long fingers. His face was gnarled with wrinkles, and his teeth were jagged and yellow as if they'd been broken.

“Omega?” you murmured, trying to make sense of the place.

You'd gone to bed as you did every night, yet you woke up here. Where was here?

“Where am I?” You asked.

“I'm sure you have many questions,” he chuckled, “but I don't care to answer them. You may not live long enough for it to matter, and I'm short on time.”

“What?” You gasped, instinctively hopping up, but your body was not yours.

The old man waved a gnarled claw, and you rose off the stone slab where he’d laid you and drifted behind him through a heavy wooden door.

“Hey, where the fuck am I? Who are you?” You snapped at him, wriggling, desperate to escape.

It was no use; whatever…magic he'd used on you kept you bobbing aloft just behind him. As he descended steep stone steps, he mumbled to himself.

“I'm sure I've gotten the signature right this time,’ he muttered. “The last specimen’s pheromones were muddled. Theirs is much more pure. It has to work.”

He stopped at a heavy iron door with a guard beside it holding a pike.

“Help me! This guy is kidnapping me!” you shouted to him.

The guard's eyes slid to you for a moment, and you detected the slightest bit of pity.

“Open the damn door!” The old man snarled. “The king will have all our heads if this doesn't work!”

The guard gave you another somber glance before finding a ring of keys on his waist and unlocking the door.

You did not want to go into the dark, smelly place he was taking you, but you floated like a feather on the wind right after him.

Around you, large shadows loomed behind thick bars. Red eyes peered at you from the gloom. It was quiet at first but then…whatever they were started beating at their cages, howling like beasts. You could only see flashes of sharp teeth and claws. Fear silenced you and you only let out a miserable whimper.

“Ah, here we are,” he said, stopping at one cell.

The creature inside roared his outrage at the sound of the old man’s voice.

There was the sickening snap of wood, and what must have been a bunk came flying at the bars.

“Now, now, Riordan,” he clucked. “I have a new toy for you to play with. Don't rip this one to bits this time, hmm? If this works, you'll see sunlight soon.”

The old man, swifter than he looked, opened the gate and tossed you inside. You landed in a pile on the floor and heard the ominous click of the metal lock behind you.

You crab-walked back towards the gate, terrified of what creature he’d trapped you with. Were you to be food? He'd stolen you from your bed just to feed this…thing?

In the dark, you could only see red eyes, glaring at you, set in a massive form. It must have been eight feet tall and two times the width of a linebacker.

“Please, please,” you whimpered. “Don't eat me.”

The creature parted its lips and you could make out massive, sharp teeth. Instead of pouncing on you, it lifted its nose, sniffing the air.

Staring at it, petrified with fear and confusion, you watched its red eyes dim to a soft glowing green…like sunlight filtering through leaves in spring. They were…pretty.

The creature took a heavy step forward, his wide feet emitting a deep thud. He seemed interested in you.

“H-hey,” you stammered. “That's a good…whatever you are…I'm a friend, not food.”

His eyes narrowed on you, and a large hand emerged from the shadows. You held your breath, ready to be torn apart, but he only patted your head, as if you were a kitten.

“Fascinating!” The old man said.

At his voice, the creature growled, then let out a loud roar that sounded more desperate than angry. You shrieked and jumped out of his way as he rushed the door, throwing his shoulder against the bars. A blue light flashed in front of you, and the creature flew back into the far wall, collapsing into a pile with a heavy thunk.

“I think it's worked!” The old man muttered. “He hasn't torn the arms off of the specimen. Further observations are necessary, but I must report this to the King!”

“Hey!” You shouted as he scurried away, careful not to touch the bars. “You can't leave me here!”

The old man ignored you, and with a slam, the heavy metal door swung shut behind him.

Around you, other creatures growled in the darkness, pacing the length of their enclosures. Unsure what to do, you tiptoed towards the shadowy figure slumped against the far wall.

“You okay, big guy?” You asked. “He didn't kill you, did he?”

Even though the creature was terrifying, you felt for him. No wonder he was in a bad mood being locked up in a dark, smelly cage.

He let out a low groan, and you extended a hand, brushing his hair. As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you could see he looked more human than monster. His teeth were far too large to be truly human, and the features of his face were too rugged, with harsh lines and a pronounced brow. Still, he wasn't ugly. He had an attractive cut to his jaw, and his hair, though it needed a brushing, was soft and maybe blond. It was hard to tell in the dark.

A heavy hand grabbed your wrist, and you screamed, trying to yank your arm back. It was no use; he was too strong. Was this when he ripped your arm off? You braced for pain, but he only lifted his head and sniffed the inside of your wrist.

“You…smell…amazing,” he said.

His voice was low and rough, as if he hadn't used it in a long time. His eyes opened, and he looked up at you. They still glowed, but the red hadn't returned.

“Y-you can talk?” You gasped.

He let out a chuff devoid of humor.

“I was human…once,” he said. “I can remember now. I used to talk a lot.”

“If you're not human, what are you?” You asked.

“An experiment,” he growled, squeezing your wrist.

You whimpered, and he looked up at your hand, suddenly letting it go. He looked slightly ashamed.

“I'm sorry, I,” he muttered. “I'm nothing but a monster now.”

“Did that old man do this to you?” You asked. “Who is he?”

He tipped his head back against the stone wall behind him.

“The King's chief sorcerer,” he said. “He took us all from the army, injected us with Goddess know what, and we became like this.”

He clutched his head.

“I don't know how long it's been,” he moaned. “For so long, I could only see red, and then you came along.”

His eyes focused on you.

“I'm just a normal person,” you said. “I’m not sure what I could have done.”

He leaned forward, burying his face in your chest.

“Oh!” You squeaked.

“Your scent,” he murmured. “the world becomes clear when I’m near you. You chase the red away.”

His big arms circled you, and he pulled you into his lap, tucking his nose behind your ear. You felt the heat of his breath grazing your skin and shivered in his arms.

“I like you here,” he murmured. “Well, not here…but with me.”

“O-Oh,” you stammered. “Well, just your luck then, huh? Seems I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.”

He let out another dry chuff. It was as if he'd forgotten how to laugh, but he was trying to remember.

“Where are we?” You asked. “I went to bed somewhere else.”

He hummed, thinking as he ran a heavy mitt over your head.

“We must be in the South, near the Capital,” he said.

“But where?” You asked. “I'm from Earth…(Y/C)? Heard of it?”

He shook his head.

“No, this is Swarin,” he said. “I've never heard of Earth or…(Y/C). Is it across the sea? Only pirates go that far.”

“I don't think so,” you said. “The old asshole called me Omega. Do you know what that means?”

At that, he nodded.

“I don't really understand all the alchemy behind it,” he said in a low grumble. “But I'm an Alpha. A monster. And you…are soft and delicate, an Omega. We…are compatible…I think.”

“Compatible?” you hummed.

“The sorcerer has been looking for Omegas. There aren't any in Swarin. He's brought down samples…but they never did…what you do.”

“What happened to them all? The samples?” You whispered.

He let out a low groan.

“I don't know, but I can guess,” he said. “I only remember screams…and blood.”

His deep voice cracked.

“What I did…” he sniffled. “What have I become? Why won't they destroy me?”

He pressed you to him like a teddy bear, and you felt moisture on your neck where he'd tucked his head.

Your heart raced, but you reached up and rubbed his cheek.

“It's….it's okay,” you said. “That wasn't you. The old man, the sorcerer, did this…you have no control. When I first saw you, you were out of your mind.”

“I would have killed you,” he sobbed.

You patted his head.

“But you didn't,” you said. “I think …I hope it's okay now.”

You both looked up as you heard the rusty squeak of the metal door open.

“This way, your Radiance,” you heard the sorcerer say.

“This better be good, Elias,” another voice grumbled. “God, this place smells like rotting meat.”

“Don't mind that it's the beasts. They tear apart rats for fun. Come, come. This way,” he replied.

A man with a crown appeared next to the sorcerer in front of the cell. He wasn't quite so old but had a white beard and a regal countenance.

“Look, your Radiance,” he said. “See how the beast is soothed? He clutches the specimen like a pet.”

The king looked at the two of you with interest.

“And you have a source for these…Omegas?” He asked.

“Yes, your Radiance!” He said, clicking his long nails together with delight. “I've found a world through the ether filled with Omegas. This is only the first. I can bring many here. Once we pair the Alphas, they will become useful.”

“They’d better be,” the King snarled, obviously annoyed. “This whole project has been a mess from the start. You promised me super soldiers, and what I’ve gotten is uncontrollable monsters. Can the thing speak?”

You frowned at his description of Riordan as a “thing." He was monstrous, yes, but he had been human once- he still had a soul.

“Riordan,” the sorcerer snapped. “Greet your king!”

Riordan let out a low growl that made the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

The King looked unimpressed.

“If you don’t cooperate, I will take your new pet from you,” Elias hissed. “You want to keep them, don’t you? If you are good, you will not be separated. You’ll have good food and sunlight. You’ll leave this dungeon, but you must speak like a man, not a beast.”

Riordan bared his teeth, but you patted his hand.

“Speak to him, Riordan,” you whispered. “It’s a step forward. You’re not alone now. We’ll figure this out together.”

His jade eyes flicked to you and then back up to the King.

“Your- Your Highness…apologies,” he ground out.

The King smiled and patted Elias on the back.

“Excellent work,” he said. “Secure the beast and bring him to our war camp for a demonstration in the morning.”

He looked a little sickly.

“I can’t spend another moment in this filth,” he grumbled, turning on his heels and marching out of the door.

The sorcerer looked at the two of you hungrily.

“You heard the King,” he said. “Time to return to the surface. Guards! Bring the collars!”

A handful of guards appeared holding two metal collars. One big and one small.

“Go in there and apply them!” He told them, and they all looked horrified at one another. No one moved.

“Go in now,” he snapped, clapping. “you're going to comply, aren't you, Riordan? Because you want to keep the Omega?”

Riordan narrowed his eyes, but you squeezed his hand.

“It’ll be okay,” you said. “Maybe they'll give us some real food.”

You tried to sound positive. Riordan looked at you, then lowered his head.

“I will comply,” he said.

The guards slowly entered the cell, the one holding the collars first.

“Don't mind the collars,” the sorcerer told you. “They are a good thing. They keep you tied together with an invisible tether so your enemies can't separate you on the battle field.”

“What else do they do?” You asked, not believing the sorcerer for a moment.

“They also have the same energy as the bars,” he said. “If either of you misbehave, you can be punished.”

You looked warily at the soldier holding your collar, but you reasoned that the collar may be easier to escape than the dungeon, so you remained still as he snapped it around your neck. The cold metal was uncomfortable but could be tolerated.

The soldiers were eager to get out of Riordan's way as he rose, stepping heavily towards the gate with you in his arms.

The sorcerer looked pleased.

“Now to the baths,” he said. “You can't perform for the King stinking like you do.”

Riordan gave you an uncertain look, and you nodded just slightly.

“It's okay,” you whispered. “Won't a bath be nice?”

You watched his jaw twitch, but he followed silently behind Elias as he led you past the thick iron door. The baths were across the building you were in. Outside of the dungeon, it was quite nice, with potted plants and paintings of flowering meadows decorating the stone walls. Sun filtered in through leaded glass windows, giving you a glimpse at the land you’d been summoned to. From what you could see, there were more stone buildings with people going about their days.

“You have thirty minutes,” a guard barked sharply, drawing your attention back to the task at hand.

He opened a door, and steam scented like lavender drifted out. The room was tiled with a blue and white motif, with a large blue pool in the center. Riordan set you down, attempting to lift your shirt from your back.

“Hey! I can do that!” you snapped.

His eyes flashed, but not red, a rich gold, and he looked contrite.

“I can’t help it, Omega. My instincts tell me to tend to you.”

You huffed. You weren’t sure what to make of this dynamic, but Riordan seemed bent on caring for you. If it kept the red away, you figured you ought to allow it.

“Fine! Go on, but ask next time.”

You eyed him carefully.

“I’m not used to your size.”

A smirk grew on his lips, and a deep noise rumbled in his chest. It sounded like…a happy cat, but deeper. More of a rumble, like thunder from far away.

“Are you purring?” you ventured.

“I think it is natural to calm my Omega…the wizard told me many things I didn’t understand until now.”

He tugged your shirt from you, then your pants, and paused, his fingers skimming the underwear you wore. Though you weren’t used to being naked in front of a stranger, you couldn’t bathe in your underwear. You leveled him with a stern stare.

“Continue, but don’t get any bright ideas.”

He nodded, slipping the small garments off of you. When you were ready, he dipped you in the hot water, following close behind when he’d removed his own clothes. The second he got settled in the water, he scooped you into his lap and started to scrub you.

“What are you doing now?” you rasped.

Underneath you, you could feel all of his power; the massive muscles, hard planes against your soft skin, and something…large poking you in the back.

“You smell…like strange things. I will wash you, then I will scent you.”

You figured that if he had a better-than-average sense of smell, he would probably be able to smell the cheap soap you used, which was filled with chemicals.

“What does ‘scent you’ mean?” you asked as he lifted your arm.

As the smell of rot from the dungeon washed away, you were suddenly aware of a sweet cinnamony smell coming from Riordan.

“I need to mark my Omega, so others know you’re mine,” he said, seeming proud that he could recall such facts. “It will not hurt.”

“Oh…Okay…”

He was very methodical, making sure every inch of skin was cleaned. When he was satisfied you were spotless, his nose dipped to the crook of your neck, and he purred.

“You smell so good, Omega,” he breathed into your skin.

The thick shaft pressed against your body thickened and hardened, drawing breath from your lungs.

“We need to clean you,” you stammered, swirling around to straddle him.

His cock patted your most sensitive spot, and it took some effort on your part not to look down. He watched you with wide eyes as you carefully scrubbed his hair with the lavender-smelling soap sitting on the rim of the tub. When you rinsed it away, you found he had pretty wheat-colored hair. Scraping it back with your fingers, he looked a bit more tidy, though he needed a trim. He didn’t wait even a minute after you were done helping him scrub the years of dungeon nastiness away, snuggling into your neck, running the spot just under his ear down your arms.

You yelped, surprised at his sudden enthusiasm.

“Riordan!” you squealed, and he looked up, his cheeks ruddy.

“I have to rub my scent glands on you,” he informed you matter-of-factly before diving back in.

You tried to ignore the heat that pooled in your stomach as his cinnamon scent filled your lungs. Your breath drew short, and every sensitive spot on your body perked up under his touch. You weren’t sure if you were compatible with the giant, but your body certainly believed you were. As he rubbed himself against you, his cock gingerly brushed your stomach. Closing your eyes, you desperately tried to think about anything but sex.

Riordan’s head rose suddenly, cocked to the side.

“The guard is back,” he muttered.

A moment later said guard appeared in the door, grimacing.

“Don’t tell me you’re going at it in the bath, fucking beasts.”

“W-we weren’t-” you started to say, but your words were cut off by a growl.

“Don’t shout at my mate,” Riordan grumbled as he scooped you out of the water. Standing at his full height, looking down on the guard you saw the annoying intruder’s eyes widen, and he took an instinctive step back. Clearing his throat, he waved the pile of clothes he held at him.

“Come on,” he tried to assert, his voice cracking. “The King is waiting.”

You quickly dressed in the light cotton pants and loose shirt he’d provided, having to pause for a moment so Riordan could refresh his scent on the new items.

Though you could walk, you found your legs swinging in the air as your Alpha tucked you in the crook of his arm.

“Where are we going?” you whispered to him as the guard led you out of the building.

“We are at war…or we were. To a war camp, I assume.”

Around you, a pleasant, medieval village buzzed with activity. As you passed, people gaped at Riordan’s size. He was at least a foot and a half taller than the tallest among them. Your eyes danced around the archaic scene with wonder. Where had this wizard spirited you off to?

Ahead of you, a shrill grinding noise drew your attention. With five guards on each size manning lever handles the massive gate of the city opened to a sprawling wilderness. An overgrown cobblestone road cut through the forested hills, flowers blooming through the cracks in the stones. Dappled sunlight spotted the forest floor, lighting falling leaves like sparkling emeralds. In Riordan’s arms you felt him suck in a heavy breath.

“Nice to breathe fresh air, huh?” you asked and he smiled.

Despite the collars, this was far preferable to the stinking dungeon. Your body shook with the pleased purr emanate from his chest. Hours passed, marching along the winding trail. You could only assume it was early spring by the crisp, cool air and the early blooming daffodils growing from every spot of sun.

As you turned a corner Riordan grunted and you glanced up to see him frowning.

“What is it?” you whispered.

“I can smell the camp from here. It’s much closer than it used to be…not a good sign.”

You blinked at him.

“Do you think the war has been going on for all the years you’ve been captive?”

He nodded, jaw ticking, as he held you close.

“I smell blood and rotting flesh.”

You swallowed hard, sniffing the air. Your scene of smell was not any better than it had been and all that you caught was Riordan’s cinnomin and cardamom musk. The Omega emerging inside of you had you cuddling your head into his chest. It was hard to believe you were some magical creature, designed to compliment this massive beast, but your body and instincts were already caught up.

His purr soothed your anxiety and you wanted to roll around in his scent. You wouldn’t have liked them under any circumstances, but the longer you bonded with Riordan the more bloodthirsty thoughts about his captors filled your mind.

Freedom, your Omega crooned, Freedom to mate, to nest, to rear his pups.

Before you could catch yourself, you were fisting his shirt, the urge to rearrange it to your liking driving your fingers.

“Soon, Omega,” he purred. “Soon you can make your nest.”

The impatient, emerging Omega huffed at him. He chuckled, allowing himself a moment of amusement before his attention returned to the road ahead. The sounds of metal clanging and shouting soldiers signalled your arrival.

The camp was an ugly, dirty place. Smokey bonfires smothered your breaths and soldiers, some clearly injured, covered in blood scuttled around. Your guard guided the two of you through the hastily erected tents. Some were merely a bit of leather stretched between some odd poles. The one you stopped at was the finest of them all, made with lengths of canvas and gold and silver threads.

“Gold threads at a war camp? A waste,” Riordan scoffed quietly, following your eyes. “Money would be better spent on bandages and rations. The enemy doesn’t care for such indulgences.”

You blinked up at him.

“You know a lot about war?”

His eyes narrowed as he thought.

“I believe I ranked captain when I was taken.”

“Wait here,” the guard ordered before he entered the tent. A moment later the king emerged surrounded by his entourage.

He smiled up at the both of you, not a friendly smile. It was calculating and cool.

“Enjoy the walk, creature?” he asked, his lips carrying a smirk. “Nice to be out in the sun again, isn’t it?”

You felt the growl building in your Alpha’s chest and patted him to calm him. He glanced down at you and you flicked your head just slightly to tell him not to fight this. Instead, he gave the King a half bow, careful not to jostle you.

Pleased, the King smacked his hands together.

“Now is the time to work for your supper,” he announced. “You’ll be accompanying a regiment to flank the enemy in the hills. If you make it back and do as your told, there will be food for your return.”

“We will not be fed now?” you asked. “He will need energy to fight your enemy.”

The King scowled at you and one of his guards slammed his spear into the dirt.

“Learn to show your king proper respect,” he snarled.

You felt Riordan’s arm tighten around you, but he gritted out an apology.

“Please excuse my Omega. They are not used to our ways.”

He set you down, patting your head.

“Stay here where it’s safe. I’ll be back soon.”

The King laughed outloud.

“Oh no, your little Omega will be going with you. I’ll have no mishaps if you go rogue.”

At that Riordan growled.

“It’s too dangerous. They are not a soldier!”

This time the guard rubbed a strange crystal he had around his neck and Riordan spasmed as his collar shocked him.

“Silence creature, you’ll do as your King wills!”

You tugged on his shirt, asking to be picked back up. King’s edict or no, you didn’t want to leave Riordan’s side. He gave you a wary glance before he scooped you back up, panting from the shock.

“Aye, your majesty,” he finally said on a heavy breath.

The King gave Riordan a haughty look, high on the idea that this creature served him, only.

“Escort them to the battlefield!” he announced before returning to the comfort of his tent.

The soldiers around you looked wary, be it from Riordan’s great size or what lay ahead, you couldn’t tell. However, this time you smelled your destination long before you arrived. The scent of death was on the wind.

As you drew closer, the scent wound around the sound of screaming and metal clanging. In either realm, you’d never seen a battle before and it was nothing like the movies. All of the parts were there, dead bodies, swords, shields, sweating soldiers, but it was all so much more. At the back, some captain shouted orders, but nothing about this seemed orderly. The soldiers had long broken whatever formation they had been in and it was clear the enemy had them pressed.

“This is no good. The King will be overtaken by nightfall,” Riordan whispered to you.

The captain seemed acutely aware of this fact, a bit of hope in his expression when Riordan appeared.

“Into the fray beast!” he shouted. “Drive them back or we’ll all be skewered!”

Needing his hands, Riordan reluctantly put you down.

“Stay close, Omega,” he murmured, his large jaw setting.

Your heart pattered in your chest, holding on the the back of his shirt as he waded into the bloody mess. Enemies flew at him swords raised, but he threw them back with little more than a wave of his arm. You tried to stifle your screams, lest he be distracted, shuffling behind him. The enemy was thick, bearing down on the two of you from seeming every direction.

You jerked a dagger loose from one of the bodies you past, swinging it at a soldier who’d gotten too close.

The enemy’s face was hidden by silver armor carrying a massive sword. A desperate scream emerged from your chest as he bore down on you with the sharp end of the blade. Riordan turned to come to your rescue, but it was too late. The sword made contact with the collar around your neck, knocking you sideways. Riordan roared, grabbing the soldier and ripping his sword arm off. You gasped in the bloody mud of the battlefield, prepared to meet you maker. Only, you didn’t die…in fact, you weren’t hurt at all. The collar around your neck slipped off you, sliced clean in half.

Free, you sat up, eyes wide with confusion. Riordan, however, was quick and sharp, prying the sword from the disembodied arm’s grasp.

“Elven metal,” he gasped, green eyes glowing.

Before you could question him, you’d been tossed over his shoulder and he made a B-line to the forest’s edge. In the chaos, your guards hadn’t even noticed, busy fighting back the enemy the best they good. As soon as you were safely past the treeline, he turned the sword, which looked like little more than a cooking knife in his hand, to his own neck. The collar popped off with little trouble and Riordan massaged the sore skin where he’d been burned.

“What now?” you gasped, still eyeing the battle behind you with concern.

“Now we run,” he announced.

Before you could respond, he picked you back up and sprinted into the forest.

“Where are we going?” you asked as trees flew by.

“The mountains, it ought to be safe there.”

There was little you could do but hold on tight and peek over his shoulder to be sure you weren’t followed. You must have dozed off, because you woke in a strange place…on a bed. The sheets were itchy wool, but warm enough. In fact, you were quite warm. Blinking you looked around. A cheery fire roared in a stone fireplace and the scent of the stew boiling in a pot filled your lungs. You found yourself in a little cabin. There was only one room, but it came furnished with the bed you were on, a rocking chair, and a small table with a log bench.

“Riordan?” you called, though you were the only person in the room.

A few moments later the door opened. You could see it was snowing outside and a puff of icy air hit your face.

Your alpha brushed snow off his shoulders before he smiled at you.

“You slept a long time Omega,” he chuckled, handing you a pile of what looked like linens.

“What’s this?” you asked. “Where are we?”

“In the mountains.”

You looked down at the pile he’d set on your lap.

“What are these?’

“Some blankets for your nest. They’re not very nice, but I’ll get you better ones soon.”

“Where did they come from?”

“The orc village next door. After I dropped you off here, I went looking for food and stumbled on some very surprised orcs.

They have no great love of humans, so when I explained our situation, they asked if I would join their patrol in exchange for some supplies to get us started. With my size, they see me as one of their own, I suspect.”

“They don’t mind we’re staying in this cabin?”

He shook his head.

“It’s a patrol cabin, we’d be staying in it anyway. We can stay as long as we like, or move into the village if we want.”

He grinned, pleased he could provide for you. Your Omega side purred in your head and without thinking you started organizing the furs and blankets to form a proper nest. It came instinctively to you, where everything ought to go for maximum comfort. While you were busy with that, Riordan shuffled about the cabin, straightening things and finally spooning two bowls of stew for you.

“C’mon Omega,” he said, setting your soup on the table. “You can fuss more with your nest after dinner.”

"Your eyes are still green? I thought you'd go red without me."

His eyebrows jumped as he considered that thought.

"I think with your scent all over me, it held it off. Perhaps it will work even better when I've given you my bite."

Your cheeks warmed at the prospect of his teeth on your neck.

You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until the warm food filled your stomach. After all you’d been through, you felt safe. The cabin was already filled with Riordan’s comforting scent. Belly full and your nest on it’s way to a proper state, your Omega mind turned it’s attention to other matters. Your eyes drifted over Riordan’s strong shoulders, down to his thick hands. You’d always liked hands and his long strong fingers, lined with stiff veins sent heat pooling in your core.

He looked up from his soup suddenly, sniffing the air and giving you a wicked smile.

“Are you ready for me, Omega?” he asked and you didn’t have to wonder what he meant.

Your body already knew. Purring, he abandoned his meal and gently set you in your nest, examining your features closely. Your cheeks burned under his careful inspection and some feral part of you wanted to tear off his clothes.

His green eyes flashed gold and a smug smirk spread across his lips.

“Present yourself to me, Omega,” he purred. “Invite me into your nest.”

Those words in his grumbly bass, flicked a switch inside you. Your logical self slipped into a fog of lust, your instincts telling you to undress. With trembling hands you tugged your shirt over your head, then slipped off your pants, finally your damp underwear went. As nature told you, you scooted to the back of your nest to make room for his big body, then tipped your head to expose your neck to him.

He thundered his approval with a deep growl.

“Sweet little Omega,” he hummed, crawling across the sheets to you like a hungry panther. Your first kiss was soft and sweet, but was soon followed by his greedy mouth, eating you up. Your tongues and teeth clashed. He seemed desperate to taste you, pushing you onto your back to pin you to the bed.

“Let me out,” he growled, his husky demands making your spine arch.

Your most secret place wept for him, smearing your desire across the blankets you’d arranged. You carefully unfastened his pants, his cock bobbing to greet you. Precum dribbled down the length of it and you gave it a curious stroke. It was so big, hot, and ready for you. Under your touch, he hissed in pleasure, egging you on. It seemed impossible that that would fit inside of you, but you wanted to try. You wanted to please him, seduce him, so he’d give you his bite.

The concept echoed in the haze enveloping your mind.

His bite? He’s going to bite me.

You weren’t afraid. You knew in some primordial corner of your consciousness that his bite was good. It was exclusive. With his bite you were his and he was yours.

When your gentle teasing became too much, he flipped you on your stomach, big hand fisting your hair.

“You were made for me, omega, but I won’t force you,” he informed you. “Tell me now. Do you want my bite?”

“Uh-huh,” you murmured, eyelashes fluttering at the pressure on your scalp.

“Be a good Omega and say the words,” he chided.

“Yes, Alpha…I want your bite,” you whispered.

“When we are like this, you will always call me Alpha.”

“Yes, Alpha,” you moaned, body lighting up as you did what was natural to you and submitted.

He let out a possessive chuff and you felt him nudge your legs further apart to accommodate his width. You were already plenty wet, but Riordan needed his scent in your most secret place, spreading his precum on your clenched channel.

His sticky fingers drifted over your body, covering you in his essence. You were his and he needed you to know it.

“All of this is mine,” he hummed in somewhat of a trance, stuffing his fingers into your mouth so you could taste him.

Unable to speak, you whimpered and sucked, the flavor of his spice on your tongue. While the fingers of one hand pushed into your mouth, the other tested your slick tunnel. Your muscles clenched at his intrusion, pleasure and need forcing you to push your hips back to seek your pleasure.

“Good omega,” he purred, pushing another finger inside, “You’re going to take me just fine.”

After thrusting and scissoring until your arms collapsed under you, your face pressed into the pillow and you ass sticking up, you felt the round head of his cock pushing against your core.

“Relax. You can take it.”

Tears slid down your cheeks as he entered you. He was large, extremely large, but your body performed some kind of Omega magic, stretching to accommodate him. He let out a gutteral grunt as he bottomed out inside.

“So tight and hot.”

He gave you one small thrust, to test you.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, alpha!” you wailed into the pillow.

You’d had sex before, but it was nothing like the sense of sheer domination you felt with his massive cock moving in you. Your pleasure was his, your body was his, your mind was his.

“Show me your neck.”

You tipped your head to bare your skin to him. He settled a hand on the spot where your throat and shoulder came together, holding you open for him as he slowly revved up his thrusts. With every ragged drive your mind unwraveled.

Your alpha was fucking you. Your body gave him pleasure. Your cheeks burned with a sense of Omega accomplishment. You’d lived your whole life not knowing that this was what you were made for. Your heady mewls filled the little cabin as he rutted you. He curled his hands around your body, playing with your sex with his fingers. His touch drove you deeper and deeper into madness and you whimpered for more, pleading and begging into the pillow.

He pushed you higher and higher until you were ready to implode. Seeing the time was right, Riordan bared his teeth, sinking them into your neck. It was impossible to tell if he timed it just right to bite as you came or if the bite caused you to cum, but it really didn’t matter. Suddenly you were in the stars, a sensation beyond an orgasm rolling through you along with the heat of your Alpha’s cum spilling into you.

It felt good, and right, and explosive. You let out a yelp as colors sparkled in your vision and pressure built in your channel.

“Wh-what?” you could only stammer.

“Shhh, shhh, Omega, all is well. You’ve taken my knot.”

He rocked the engorged rock into you as he stroked the most pleasurable spot with your fingers. The pressure turned into bliss and you melted into him as he licked the bite on your neck.

“You did so good, taking my bite and my knot,” he purred, calming you. “You are a perfect Omega…so perfect.”

He rolled on his side, smoothly taking you with him so as not to disturb the shaft linking the two of you.

“I’m yours now?” you squeaked, thoughts still scattered.

It was the only thing you could put together.

“Yes, sweet one. You’re mine.”

You let your body relax, his scent perfuming your nest. You were safe, marked, and all was as it should be.

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dr3c0mix · 2 months

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Alistair x (platonically) Teen Reader

In the fic he is like oh my god a bride, he walks in and instead of an adult..or a bride-

They find a teen, who literally threw a pebble at him, an angsty teen💀

I’m very happy to read ur fics and usually pair them with teen/child mc because I find it funny because they expect the love of their life

and teen mc standing there :🧍‍♂️

anyways sorry for the long request, luv ur writing, and ur art :D

Yandere! Evil King x Teen! GN! Reader

CW: platonic relationship, Alistair is a bit of a DILF so do with it as you will, Dads are hot you guys!! READER IS A MINOR.

👑 Who is this sassy lost child?

👑 His minions kidnapped you while you were on a carriage ride back to your kingdom.

👑 He was hoping for like a princess or something to marry and take over the kingdom with or whatever so like...what tf he gonna do with you???

👑 Clearly you were too young to be in a situation like this, but theres no way he's giving you back without a reward, so yes he still holds you for ransom.

👑 "Child, I am Alistair, King of-ACk!"

👑 Did...did you throw a pillow at him?!

👑 "How dare yo- AHK! Stop it!" another one..

👑 You refuse to listen to anything he says, you just wanted to go home

👑 You two had a bit of rivalry for a bit. He hated you and you hated him.

👑 He promised not to show any affection or care towards you since in his eyes, your actions didn't deserve it. How can someone be so rude to a king !?

👑 But he starts to notice you don't eat much. He never sees you in the dining hall and has only seen quick moments of you nibbling on some bread or pastries the servants gave you.

👑 He scoffed, so irresponsible! You must eat a proper meal right this second or you'll starve!

👑 You're surprised to see a meal prepared for you during your routine trip to get a snack from the pantry with a note on the plate.

👑 "Next time, ask for a proper meal. I don't want your parents to think I've been starving you. -Alistair P.S. go to bed early."

👑 Huh...

👑 Alistair smiled from the doorway of the dining hall, watching you eat up with a smile on your face. You might have been too scared of him to ask for food so you've been sneaking snacks while he wasn't looking.

👑 Of course he wasn't doing it because he cared about you, he just didn't want royalty like you to resort to such pathetic means to eat!

👑 Why are you still sad? Perhaps he should get you some things to keep your attention..

👑 He asks (threateningly may I add) about your hobbies or interests.

👑 The next morning your cell (which has been upgraded to a lovely room in the castle because he didn't want you to be filthy and gross in a dungeon) was filled with anything he could find that he thought you'd enjoy.

👑 Don't think he wants you to be happy! He's just tired of seeing you sulk everywhere!

👑 He denies everything, but you swear you could see a tiny smile on his face when you hugged him happily.

👑 You start being a little more open to him, showing him anything you've made or done with pride and he'd receive it gratefully, but he won't show it of course.

👑 "I made you this friendship bracelet!"

👑 "I've seen better jewelry."

👑 "Oh I'll take it back then I guess.."

👑 "No, it's mine now, back off."

👑 Drawings and the like that he said would be thrown out as soon as you left would be seen framed in his room

👑 It would be a..waste of good canvas..

👑 And of course he buys a few books of your choice for you to read, he'd be damned if your brain turns to mush.

👑 Bro bro he'd be the type to let you swing around while holding onto his bicep.

👑 If you ever have any problems, or come to him in a bad mood, he'd have no idea how to help other than to sit down and listen to your troubles.

👑 He's not the most physical when it comes to affection, but you bet your ass he's gonna do everything he can to cheer you up.

👑 At this point he's rewriting his demands for the ransom. Either your kingdom lets him sign some adoption papers or he's starting a war.

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thechekhov · 3 months

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Chekhov Reads Dungeon Meshi: CH50

This has huge 'rocks fall, everyone dies' from the DM energy.

Or maybe you stepped through the mushroom DNA-shuffler circle last chapter and now your stomach is trying to digest you from the inside out.

Oh gods. He's a dwarf. They got freaky Friday'd.

............I have no comments for this. I don't know what to say.

You know. I've seen this panel many times. But for some reason I thought this was like, an omake or a side chapter.

Unless this IS a side chapter? Is it all a dream??? This IS chapter 50, right?

....yeah, Chil? You don't seem thrilled.

LMAO. The cover redraw!

And apparently Izutsumi kept her long tail.

Elf!Senshi just having magical wind in his hair the whole time is high key hilarious. Where is the breeze coming from? Maybe he's born with it.

Also, are those giant spools...?

Ahhh, right, Halflings are known for being more sensitive than the other humans.

I'm just happy he finally got his, and got to pet Marcille and Laios on the head. :)

"The ground is so far away! It's scary!" LMAO. That's real.

Laios as a Kobold. Finally, he could achieve maximum fursona.

.....ah, well--..... yeah.

Hey, it's the door!

Arriving to really important places under really silly circumstances - that's two for two. (I'm specifically talking about the frog costumes but there may be others)

...isn't this door like. Super rare? Very difficult to find?

And you're telling me some other randos have already been here and didn't even clean up?

Laios, I love you, but Chillchuck JUST told you there was no remedy that he was aware of aside from just like, forms of torture.

You're not thinking this one through, buddy.

He was hibernating.....

But actually - they DID call for the winged lion's aid, right?

GASP

What if.... Kensuke.... IS the lion!

AH SHIT. If she's a halfling, then that means she's bad with magic, right? They have low tolerance to the feedback magic gives or something? I don't remember the details now but...

Wuh-oh. (I don't think that's how agitation works in any species, but sure. For the drama.)

Why is he the only one who suffered a severe personality change...?

Apex predators need their naps.......

Sacrifices have to be made, Toshiro.

Izutsumi Got. That. Ball. Bell.

......Mechanus?

Where DID you get that from? You had one food poisoning scare, that doesn't mean it's not real!

I wish I could feel this level of peace while cooking.

Ah so.... this is not a place of honor?

It sounds like there's two cultures that got REALLY into the space race, turned a cold war into a hot one, and are now going "well, we can't have nice things because of.... us. because of us. but you all still can't have nice things!"

That might be.... a terrible idea.

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youryanderedaddy · 1 month

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When The Flood Comes

tw: female reader, cannibalism, starvation, murder (not reader), religious imagery, hinted past sexual assault, imprisonment, hinted jealousy, slut shaming, dark!Cassian, disturbing descriptions

You used to love Easter as a child. It was the only time your mother would spare money on something as non - essential as chocolate or food dye. She would take a short break from her needlework, or whatever sewing project she had going on, and she would sit down to paint a few eggs with you, barely a carton, with whatever charge her client had left the day before. The first egg was always as red as blood, and she would rub a small cross across your forehead while the paint was still warm. For luck, she would say - and may the year ahead be fruitful.

These days you think about your mother more often than you’d like. Sometimes you dream about her - you’re brought back to the tiny yellow cottage in the middle of the forest, so very close to the river that started the whole mess. You can feel her hands caressing your hair, the warmth of her long skirts soaking into your bare legs as she sings you a lullaby and rocks you to sleep. You can almost hear the melody in your head - you don’t remember the lyrics anymore, but you know it must be something soothing. Something suiting of a soul destined to go to Heaven.

It makes you chuckle - but it also makes you cry, the thought of it all. Your mother probably thinks you’re up in the sky now, naked and running in a flowery field surrounded by angels. You wouldn’t blame her, you decide, if she has already given up on finding you. You’re not sure how long it’s been, but you’ve bled three times already - so it must have been three whole months at least, and that’s enough for the heart to grow weak, for the mind to forget. Especially those not worth remembering.

Cassian doesn’t let a single day pass without reminding you just that. He explains that once you enter the catacombs, you become part of the church. You melt together with the stone and the marble, you blend in behind the old dungeon bars just like a martyr nailed to a cross. Nobody knows you’re here - nobody knows that this place still exists. As far as the public is aware, the catacombs burnt down to the last peg during the Saturah war.

And yet here you are, chained like a dog. Your stomach hurts again. In the beginning of the Lent you didn’t feel much different, some phantom pains here and there, a wave of nausea washing over you as you woke up, but now the emptiness is almost ever - present. Just like a bitter past lover it doesn’t let go, leaving you curled up and aching more often than not. You can’t remember the last time you had something solid in your system - something different than watered down soup or herb tea. Chamomile. Hibiscus. Pennyroyal. Pennyroyal. Pennyroyal. Pennyroyal.

It’s hard to see in the utmost dark - but Cassian’s candle burns bright, illuminating everything around. Once your eyes settle into focus, you make out his face - his eyes sparkle with cold reflected light, but he’s not looking at you. His entire focus seems to be directed at the plate before him. He runs a finger through the white satin tablecloth, wrapping his digits into one of the knitted holes, and your heart stops beating for a second, anticipating the crumble of the table and everything on it - but it never happens.

The deacon eats in absolute silence for what feels like eternity - the only sounds that leave his body are muffled moans of perverse appreciation as he cuts into the bloody meat and brings the piece into his open mouth. It’s utterly disgusting - the warm scarlet essence of the poor animal drips down his chin, his cloth, his hands, it smears all over the beautiful handsewn cover, and yet you’ve never felt such intense hunger in your life. All you want is to sink your teeth into the rich pithy texture, to tear into it until you feel the vein pop under your teeth. Your mouth is watering.

“He has risen.” The man finally smiles, a nice warm smile, but his eyes never leave the meal. You look up, keeping your hands on the ground to retain balance - even such small movements are enough to make you dizzy and you end up falling backwards. Cassian holds up something you barely recognise as a glass, greedy to gulp the liquid inside. It leaves a purple stain down his jaw and he quickly wipes it with the end of his white sleeve. “You must be hungry.” He purrs as if talking to an animal, and you nod with unhidden desperation. You’ve never been so hungry in your entire life.

He makes a gesture for you to come closer and you crawl towards the bars, opting to get your head out despite the tight gaps between the metal sticks. The man caresses you with one hand, calling you a good girl and a hundred other sweet names you’ve never heard him even utter before. It becomes increasingly hard to follow his voice as your stomach growls louder and louder, filled up with acidic emptiness to the brim. He finally takes pity on you and throws a ripped piece of the slab towards your feet.

Your past self would have laughed at that. She would have smiled mockingly, turning her back on this depravity. She would have broken the rusted grates with a shove - and then she would have strangled the fucker with her bare hands. But you’re not her anymore. You’re not the woman who could fall asleep under a cloak tree, who could smile and sing during a rainstorm, who could skip with the wind. You can pretend to be her all you want, but you doubt she’d want to share her skin ever again. The body you’re stuck in, her body, is wretched beyond repair. Covered in belts and bruises, melting into a puddle of pain and scarcity, begging for the tiniest moment of mercy. And what a mercy it is.

What a mercy it is to feel the raw, dense flesh on your tongue, to be able to bite into something instead of slurping salt and broth from someone else’s hand, someone else’s spoon. What a mercy it is to tastе the grease and the fat, the sweet, tangy bite, for the meat to stick in between your teeth and not flow through. To chew slowly because there’s something to chew on, to drink the fluid oozing out of each nip and abandon the bones hidden beneath. It tastes… divine.

“Do you like it?” Cassian asks eventually, voice full of amusement as he brings his hands together. He’s covered in stains from head to toe, but somehow he still remains as proper and pure as a tear. You don’t want to break away from the pigsty on your lap - you want to bury your face in the meaty red goodness, to savour each and every bite, but the singular surviving thought in you tells you to obey the man, lest he takes the food away. You don’t want him to take it away. You don’t want to die. Despite everything, you don’t want to die. So you nod - with your whole body, and you bow, because you need him to understand that this moment right now is essential. Fateful.

“What is it?” You rasp breathlessly, unable to hide the excitement in your tired, sluggish movements. You feel a spark of energy building up inside your chest and you want to scream with joy. Maybe the next bite is what gives you the strength to break out of this hell. Maybe the next bite will bring her back to life. “It tastes like lamb.” You mumble, tapping your knee impatiently - waiting for the man to speak so you can return to devouring the remains of your… dinner.

“You can call it that.” He chuckles, eyes glowing with pride. “It is a sacrificial lamb of sorts.” His finger grazes the flame, but the man seems oblivious to the burn. “Although, I’m surprised, dear. I mean, I knew you were an insatiable whore…” He finally looks at you. His eyes are inhumanly cruel. “But to forget your own lover...”

“W-what do you mean?” Your heart skips a beat and you immediately freeze in place. As your ears ring with uncertainty, you become painfully aware of the stench of blood soaking into the collar of your filthy robe. “Don’t you find the taste familiar? Come on, darling… I know you’re going absolutely crazy with starvation, but it wouldn’t hurt to use that pretty little brain sometimes.” Cassian sneers, ever so malicious, picking up the wine glass again.

You inhale sharply as your chest tightens with panic. Someone is screaming at the back of your mind, threatening to tear your head open. Your thoughts are racing. Places, places, men, meat, sweat sticking, drenched in… You don’t have a clue what he’s getting at.

“Aww, my love. You really don’t remember? You must be completely gone by now.” His voice is sweet, but nothing like chocolate. Nothing like butterfly kisses and sugar, nothing like a warm hug on a cold night. It’s so sweet it hurts your throat. “You’ve had his lips,” The deacon grins with all his pearly teeth out - it makes you shiver. “And now you’re having his heart.”

“Who the fuck are you talking about?!” You scream, unable to take the suspense any longer. You should be used to it, you should be used to his stupid love for theatrics and tension just like you should be used to the rats crawling around at night, and his hand gripping your neck until you see stars, and the stinging pulsing pain between your thighs, but you’re not, and you never will. Maybe that’s why you still have it in you to get angry.

“Michael, of course.” Cassian spits the name out like a curse, breaking the play - pretend once and for all. “That fucking tub-thumper you stole from Martha.” He laughs loosely, shoulders going up and down with ferocious madness. “I figured, if you love him so much, why not become one with him?” His voice drops to a sinister mumble. “Eve was created out of Adam’s rib. I wonder if his flesh will compose a new form inside of you and me.” He steps closer towards the bars, taking a hold of them like a man possessed - and for a moment you’re not sure who’s the prisoner and who’s the warden. “We’re born from blood and blood we become. His death will mark the beginning of our love.”

His tone is gentle, his arms are soft, digging into the metal grates with the patience of a saint - trying to pull you outside through sheer will alone, but you don’t budge. You can’t. You’re stuck in place, tied down to the stone - cold filth you've already spent forever in. And before you know it, you’re emptying your guts upon the ground, watching the warm bile settle into each crook and nanny. Yellow, green and red mix together, painting the tiles all odds of brown. The reek of sickness fills the damp air, and you wish you could sense the mayor’s perfume beneath all the vomit, but there is nothing more to it now. He was a man and now he’s acid. He was loved, and now he’s less than meat.

“How ungrateful.” Cassian hisses, letting go of you. He takes a second to brush the vomit off his shoes before turning back to you. “I decided to do something nice for you despite your betrayal, and this is the thanks I get?” He scoffs, crossing his arms.

“You’re sick.” You clench your eyes tight, drowning in a storm of tears and snot. You can’t comprehend what just happened, what he told you. You’re not sure if you’re still dreaming or if you’re awake, if your reality has turned into an endless nightmare. Like crickets inside of your temple, the screams never end. “If I’m sick, then you must be poison.” The man bites back with venom, but you can see the smirk waiting to spill at the end of his lips. There is an air of conspiracy, of shared obscenity that should unite you, but instead it only makes you want to choke on your own spit.

“I tried to cleanse you, my girl, I really did.” He squints, drowning whatever is left of the wine in one go. “I kept your body pure for forty days and forty nights. It’s the Last Supper. You can become one with me, or you can rot away.” He leans down, pushing himself closer to you. “All I ask is that you erase him from your soul. Devour whatever’s left of him, and let the memory go once and for all.” He speaks slowly as if he’s performing a ritual. You can feel yourself go drowsy, falling under his trance. “Then… Then come back to me. I’ll be waiting.” He kisses you deeply, urgently, letting you taste the blood off his tongue.

The hunger is back.

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youraverageaemondsimp · 10 months

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DÉPAYSEMENT / ii.

Aemond Targaryen x Modern!Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing explicit but remember this is a 18+ fanfic so mdni, aemond being rude (aka himself), canon divergence, reader is still in the dungeons (I'm sorry), aemond starts to catch feels????????

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You laid there on the ground, cold, and shivering, the hunger pangs growing from time to time, you reached a hand inside your backpack, which surprisingly wasn't taken away from you, and found a half eaten chips packet, the last of your stock and a plastic water bottle with little left in it.

You were going to eat a chip until you felt someone snatch away the packet and throw it on the ground, confused and angered you looked up to see Aemond, you had not even heard him enter.

“DUDE?? WHAT THE FUCK?” you yelled in anger, “Mind your tongue.” he simply said furrowing his eyebrows once again at the slang. “Oh jeez, fuck off, I was fucking hungry.” you snapped when you felt another hungry pang in your stomach.

“'Twas food?” he asked confused and you just glared at him, “Yes, Mr. Genius, why else would I try to put it in my mouth?” you scoff.

“I do not understand, you and whatever.. it was. It doesn't look like food. More like something you obtained from witchcraft.” he says bluntly, with the most serious face ever in history.

“.... Do not tell me you suspect me of witchcraft.” you say baffled and he shrugs, “Considering your foreign tongue, and out of place attire and behavior, my suspicions are rightfully valid.” he says and you just roll your eyes, “I'm no witch.” you simply say, “'t would take more for me to believe.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are insufferable?” you ask annoyed and immediately withdraw what you said after seeing his reaction, you need to keep in mind that you aren't in the modern era, and people take offense really easily, and with Aemond being a prince, he could easily have your tongue for that.

“Sorry.” you mutter before silence falls in between you, only to be broken by your stomach growling which makes you groan. Feeling another hunger pang.

“I shall have the guards send food to you.” he states after hearing the noise which made you feel embarassed and you wished the ground would swallow you whole.

“Only if you clear the doubts I have.” of course there's always a fucking catch.

“What doubts do I have clear?” you ask and Aemond is quiet for a while, trying to collect his thoughts.

“What did you mean by earlier?”

No hesitation.

Directly to the point.

Which means he took note of your words.

You didn't know whether to feel overjoyed or scared.

You went quiet, lost in your own thoughts, doubt plaguing into your mind and body.

Can you prevent it?

But what would happen if you did?

Would the world end?

Do you just let the war and everything occur?

So it goes the way you remember, the way it went down in history?

You look at Aemond, staring at his face, analysing his every feature, a man who you had seen paintings of when you learnt of him, though they were not exactly accurate, the man who was known as the kinslayer, cursed forevermore, whose death was brutal.

You remember the depiction of the battle above God's eye in a painting. Daemon Targaryen's Valyrian sword, Dark sister, in his remaining eye, which killed him. At that time, when you saw that art piece in a museum, you thought it was beautiful, but now it makes you feel bad.

He was the only one justified in his hatred for the blacks, the man who lost everything, yet gave everything, a dutiful son, a dutiful brother.

The man who wears a sapphire beneath the eye patch to replace his lost eye, the man called Aemond one-eyed, was standing in front of you.

Your reality.

He was in front you.

Alive, breathing.

Real.

Not just a piece of painting.

Do you tell him?

“I- i cannot say.” you choke out, “It could end up bad.” you take in a deep breath, Aemond just stares at you, before getting closer and grabbing your face with his hands. He takes in your features.

Beautiful, he thinks, but he quickly brushes it off.

“If you don't tell me, it will end up bad too.” Aemond retorts, indicating that he might have you tortured, but those words are understood differently to you.

You take a deep sigh, “Lucerys Velaryon is to die by your hands.” you spit out which makes him surprised, and his grip on your cheeks falter.

“Or rather, Vhagar eats him. Not sure if that was what you had intended.” you continue, and Aemond's mind is overloaded with many questions but he only asks one, “How do you know?”

“I-” do you tell him the truth?

“I saw it, in a dream” you say, hoping he'd buy into your poor covering of the truth, making it out to be your power, taking inspiration from alys rivers, considering how it was said that she was a witch who had powers, and to your surprise, he believes it, “You see the future in your dreams?” he asks and you nod, “Well, not always, but when I do, they're as clear as a memory.”

His face showed that he had many questions, but he didn't bother to ask any of them, you didn't know whether lying to him would help, maybe you could've just told him the truth but, it would sound crazy.

Considering how you'd have to explain how humans have moved forward in terms of technology and that a machine sent you back into the past, the physics of it all. Which would sound insane to him, considering all the modern discoveries had not happened until and after 300AC.

“Hmm.” he hums, opening his mouth to speak, before closing it in thought, “Will this occur when I leave for storms end?” he asks and you shake your head, “When you depart, after securing the alliance of House Baratheon, which Lucerys fails to do so.” you tell him.

Aemond chuckles at that, “Of course, the only thing strong about him is his tainted bastard blood.” he says meanly, scoffing, which makes you twitch. “Thank you.” he says which shocks you.

“I shall order the food to be delivered to you.” he says before glancing at you one last time and leaving the cell, not before locking the door.

You groan, your gaze drops to the fallen chips on the floor, tainted by the dirt from the ground, you observed it, noting how it looked so off, like it didn't belong here, looking extremely misplaced.

Just like you were.

And once again the anxiety of you in this situation had clawed it's way back to you, no matter how many times you calmed yourself, told yourself everything would be okay, you still couldn't get over the fear. The anxiety, you know it would last, until you adjusted to everything.

The guard had bought in a tray filled with a bowl of soup and some bread, you groaned at the unappetizing meal, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, and you were really hungry.

So you ate it.

While you were eating, Aemond was in his chambers, preparing to fly to storm's end, it would take a while to go there, and for an odd reason, he did not want to leave you alone, but he had to. To fulfil his duty.

Aemond would always fulfil his duty, he doesn't want to disappoint his mother, he has to show that he isn't his brother, who had abandoned all his sense of duty. He knew that his marriage would always be for a political alliance, he prepared himself for that, accepting that he might be in a loveless marriage only to produce heirs and secure the targaryen bloodline and he would fulfil that, as it was required.

But why does his heart show distaste now? He couldn't understand.

The reason was you, and he knew that, but he couldn't explain why he felt an attraction towards you, he barely knows you, yet- he feels some type of pull in between you and him. Perhaps your beauty had enamoured him? But Aemond was never the type to only fall for such a trait.

He wondered what to do with you, you would be of great use to him, considering how you saw the future, maybe even help his side win the war.

Your words constantly rang in his mind, although you were telling him important things, his gaze remained on your lips, he wished to kiss them—

What is happening? Had he gone mad to lust?

Aemond thought in annoyance, surely you must've bewitched him.

He was to be betrothed soon, and thoughts like these are unnecessary.

But it would be a loveless marriage anyway, he hadn't met the baratheon sisters before, but he had heard about them, and none of them sparked his interest.

Perhaps he could take you as his lover? A bedmate—

He had to stop.

He wondered if the gods are testing him, playing a cruel joke on him, he didn't even know her, and he realised, he doesn't know her name, or rather, he never bothered to ask.

He felt guilty.

It was odd.

Why should he feel guilty? it doesn't matter if he doesn't know your name, you are nothing but a peasant he captured.

Yet, he feels a disaster.

Groaning, Aemond quickly leaves the keep, and awaits in the dragon pits entrance, vhagar was too big for the dragonpit, so she often resided outside of King's Landing.

But she knew when Aemond needed her, she felt it through her bond, she feels a strong connection to him, a lot of people believe that their dragon bond isn't strong, but only Aemond and Vhagar know that it isn't true.

So she flew and Aemond had boarded her, departing to Storm's end.

It took a while to reach there, rests in between, the place surely lives up to it's name, there were dark clouds everywhere, forming lightning and thunder.

Things proceeded as such, Aemond was to be betrothed to Floris Baratheon, she was the prettiest, he noted, though her beauty can never compare to yours— Stop.

It was all going well until the guards informed of Lucerys' arrival.

This was his first time seeing him after the dinner, the dinner where Lucerys had mocked him, the pig, he never felt so humiliated, all Aemond could think of their shared childhood, the pig, the mockery, the loss of his eye. His eye.

A justice he never got.

Only his mother had ever tried.

Aemond felt pure disgust and rage.

He observed the interaction that went down between Lucerys and Lord Borros, he failed to get his support just like you had said, Aemond's lips lifted slightly at that, Lucerys had turned to leave but Aemond spoke up.

“Wait, My Lord Strong.”

He saw how Lucerys twitched slightly at the name, “Do you really think, you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?” Aemond says.

“I will not fight you, I came as a messenger, not a warrior.” Lucerys sternly says, Aemond wanted to scoff.

“Fight would be little challenge.”

“No, I want you to put out your eye, as payment for mine.” Aemond removes his eyepatch, revealing his maimed eye, a blue sapphire in its missing place.

“One will serve, I would not blind you.” He pulls out the knife underneath his coat and throws it onto the floor, “Plan to make a gift of it to my mother.” he says.

“No.” Lucerys says.

Aemond saw red in that moment, his lip twitched.

“Then you are craven as well as a traitor.”

“Not here.” Lord Borros says loudly.

Aemond's patience was running thin, driven by pure rage, he lunged forward.

“Give me your eye! Or I will take it bastard!” he grabbed the knife he threw on the floor

“NOT IN MY HALL,” Lord Borros stood up, which made Aemond halt with the knife in his hand, “The boy came as an envoy, I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof.” Borros continued.

“Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon, Now.” he commanded the guards and Aemond just watched him be escorted as he put the knife back in its holder.

Aemond felt pure bliss as he made a plan in his head, planning to scare him.

He went on to mount vhagar.

He would chase him through the storm, he thought.

It would frighten him real good.

But then.

Your words rang inside his skull.

‘Do not chase him.’ and it seems only then Aemond seemed to break out of this spell of pure rage and finally think with a clear head.

Aemond is a cruel man, yes, but his intentions were to never harm his family, regardless of whether Lucerys is a bastard or not, he did not want to taint his hands with the blood of his newphew.

He knew that killing Lucerys would start a war.

But he also felt angry.

After a few moments and the constant war between his thoughts, He and Vhagar took off into the skies.

He did not go through with his plan.

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cinnamonsikwate · 4 months

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i'm really curious about what marcille's mother's deal is. seems like she's not too big on the rest of elven society. here's what we know about her so far:

mage at a human royal court (adventurer's bible)

courtship with marcille's father donato lasted 17 years (adventurer's bible)

specialty is roast pork, which was also donato's favorite (chapter 81)

had a cheerful personality up until the point donato got too sick to eat his favorite food. her extreme emotional reaction to this left a lasting impression on marcille (chapter 81)

remarried to a gnome and moved away from the city at some point after donato died (adventurer's bible)

several portraits of her appear in marcille's nightmare (chapter 42); this is the second time we see marcille dream of her (chapter 3)

preferred non-elven food and didn't introduce marcille to any traditional elven dishes (chapter 74)

from the canaries' reactions in chapter 74, it appears elven society looks down on elves who go to live among and work for short-lived races. they seemed especially put off that she would have a mixed-blood child. when they're talking about the lyrikmumare to get marcille to trip up, marcille envisions her mother saying that the food "here" (i.e., the northern continent) tastes so much better. so the picture we're getting here is of an elf who has removed herself from elven culture, but the question is, did she do it willingly or was she forced to?

keeping her other actions in mind, i'm leaning more towards the former. the most intriguing thing for me is that she eventually married a gnome, despite elves and gnomes having infamously waged war against each other over differences in the practice of magic and presently tending to discriminate against the other on sight. (one thing's for sure — marcille's mother is winning the idgaf war!)

marcille never talks about her gnome stepfather though, and it's unclear what she thinks of her mother's remarriage. the timing of the remarriage is also a mystery. donato married marcille's mother when he was 32 (after having courted her for 17 years) and died at 82, meaning they were married for 50 years. marcille is also currently 50 years old, but we know she wasn't born immediately after the marriage: in chapter 81, donato's doppelganger says marcille was born when he'd started "getting on in years." based on marcille's memories of him and the established fact that the average tall-man lifespan is 60 years, i'd hazard that he was in his 50s then. this gives him 30 years or less with marcille — definitely less than 35, which we know is the age at which she left for the magic academy.

we don't know if marcille's mother remarries before or after marcille leaves (if before, than that's definitely a shockingly short time), but it's interesting that she chose to marry someone from a long-lived race this time. maybe this is her way of ensuring she spares herself another heartbreak? or maybe she *is* still heartbroken and is trying to cover it up.

but. i can't help but kind of agree with chilchuck in chapter 81, that marcille's parents are not blameless for marcille becoming the dungeon lord. since it's apparently well-documented, they surely must have known — as well-educated people — that mixed-blood children face not just discrimination but also mental anguish that comes with their unstable aging (not to mention the sterility). so the way they raised marcille feels frankly irresponsible 😭

anyway. i'd love to get spin-off content where post-adventure marcille and her mother meet again. i feel like there's a lot of unresolved issues there (that can of course be hashed out over a good meal).

#dungeon meshi #marcille donato #what can i say i'm often drawn to mysterious mother characters (often dead)#the toudens' mom too — we know even less about her!#does marcille's mother hate being an elf??#oh and if i missed any points feel free to reply #marcille doesn't really seem to have strong feelings about elven society #although it appears she might not have interacted with that many other elves before the canaries #i wonder if marcille realized fionil was also a half-elf #i'd like to see them interact as well. get fionil's perspective on lifespan disparities. seems like her dad is the elf #oh wait wait i was also wondering if it's still possible for marcille's mother to get pregnant #what happens if a mixed-blood child is from two long-lived races?#imagine marcille with a baby sibling #speaking of babies everyone kept making digs at her sterility but she never expresses an active wish for children #i just think that's interesting #calemonsito notes

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dungeon meshi. what is your opinion on dungeon meshi. who are u obsessed with.

tbh the whole cast is worthy of obsession. my beloved falin is very much soft yandere-coded.

i am obsessed with it!!! i really like cooking and shows about cooking (EXCEPT FOOD WARS!!! ALL MY HOMIES HATE FOOD WARS!!!) so dungeon meshi is like,,, the platonic ideal of a fun enjoyable time for me honestly. i haven't had very many yandere thoughts yet bc the main cast is,,, honestly just too sweet for that T-T, but i think i might start on the manga after this season ends and i have high hopes for specifically thistle, that weird beastman elf guy, and perhaps kabru. they seem like fucked up little guys.

#so far i think marcille is my favorite in general #i KNOW she's not a girlfail #but she's got the mentality y'know #she's basically white-knuckling it through a prolonged roadtrip with her gf's brother + her coworker + Just Some Guy they found #and i appreciate that she's acting like it #personal #anon ask

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Hellooooooo! I would like to request, how do you think hunting dogs would be when they play Minecraft with their s/o🤭

I have so many asks in my inbox so I'm now getting to them. Also, minecraft time babyyyyyyyyyyy

Headcanons: playing minecraft with the hunting dogs

Jouno

He can't really play along with you since it's point-and-click, so sometimes he'll partake in listening in on your Minecraft sessions that you play with everyone else

He gives unnecessary advice and will insist on killing any mob you spot. Even the sheep :(

Jouno also named all of your dogs. He was heartbroken when Teruko killed one on accident and demanded retribution

You give him a play-by-play of the shenanigans that go on in the community server. He tries to get you to kill Tecchou and if you're playing during work hours he'll mess with Tecchou or Tachihara occasionally.

You built a house for the two of you in game. There's a homemade torture chamber inside just so he can enjoy the sounds of pistons and villagers being pushed into lava.

It's constantly being repaired due to Teruko's griefing

For the most part he does his own thing and adds commentary. Does cuddle with you when it's a more chill game.

Tecchou

You are the classic "builder vs. Miner" couple

He collects flowers for the two of you and gets distracted a lot

Insists on building iron golems for villages and fighting pillagers

You will get distracted EASILY with this guy

He won't play easy mode with him he has to do it hard mode. He needs the challenge

Tames every dog he sees and is sad when he loses one

Treats them like they're your kids

Your house is overrun with them. Stop him please.

They're all named after foods.

His builds aren't aesthetic, definitely a dirt hut kind of man. He'll mine diamonds for you though

If you're a miner then good luck

You'll have a beautiful dirt hut. Or a pretty cave ♡

Probably beat the game in like 3 minutes and is now just fucking around

Has no idea how potions and enchantment work tho. You need to build that shit for him, since he probably has more levels than you and can enchant all your stuff.

Dude is just gonna use some random iron sword he found in a villager's chest anyway. He cares about providing for you more than himself.

Rip to whoever he robs. Probably local villages. He lives like he's homeless. Probably is.

Most likely he would just live in an old desert temple or village if it weren't for you

Also insists on riding a horse everywhere. Doesn't matter if there's a faster method. He wants to be a cowboy ○]:)

Loves the Minecraft farmer life

The one building he does have is a stable. His horses deserve the best life. He doesn't even have a bed most of the time.

Will gift you all of his goods tho. Anything you want? He'll get it. Only the best. Man will go to the ends of the blocked earth to get you a mushroom cow if you want. He's that guy.

Tachihara

Redstone god

Literally will automate the whole game

Find him a dungeon and BAM automated

Don't try and test him, he's just good

But he's hopeless in the beginning, he runs away screaming and crying from creepers

Protect him

After you beat the game and go to the ender he is PROVIDING

THIS MAN KNOWS HIS SHIT

Literally, don't let him go mining he will die 30 different ways

If you do at least protect him. Seriously.

He will most likely die from a creeper. they are his mortal enemy. Creepers? Awwwwwww man.

But do let him build. He's just a natural genius

Probably builds like the notre dame in a day

you guys have the cutest house. builds you whatever you want, wherever you want.

Puts your beds next to each other and is like :3

Cries over creepers tho. They destroy his builds all the time. He loves his Minecraft cats and names them after his friends ♡

Has a dog named after you. He's sentimental like that

He built half of the buildings everyone uses. Is at war with everyone else since they keep letting mobs destroy them

HE DOES NOT SLEEP IN THE GAME

And then has the audacity to cry about phantoms attacking him even when he has OP armor.

When he's building you need to be there other wise he'll 100% die from fall damage probs. He just always does.

Getting materials with him is great, you find the best spots for your Minecraft dates

Teruko

She's the worst

Literally has nothing

She will just keep getting flint and steel and burning shit

or finding TNT and blowing up random shit

With nothing she will keep fighting whatever she can

Lives off of raw meat and villager farms

Please keep her alive

If it's a community server she is a serial griefer

Seriously someone stop her

She relies on everyone's leftover stuff from their mining trips

Will follow you when you go down and demand a 50/50 split

Does protect you from mobs tho

Best person to take to the nether for some reason. She's just immune to fall damage and lava.

Will always luck out and find exactly what you're looking for.

She will never destroy Tachiharas Redstone farms. But will destroy his house. They are at war rn

She declared war on everyone and took over several villages. She's trying to establish a tax system

Fukuchi

Played for like 3 days

Has a house that's abandoned

Teruko lives there sometimes

Tachihara put up a poster of two guys kissing right by his house and no one has taken it down

Fukuchi doesn't even know the chaos his Minecraft home causes on the daily

There's now a giant dick-building contest right next to it and no one wants to admit a loss.

It builds morale

everyone plays when he's gone on some special meeting. It's unspoken.

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auspicioustidings · 8 months

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The Wild Prince

Blue Blood Part 1

Summary: You are the Duchess of a small Kingdom and your father trades you away for military aid.

@chai-isms made the mistake of saying they liked a royalty AU and this... sort of didn't turn out anything like I had actually planned 😂 So sort of royalty AU ish? Maybe? IDK it's basically just shameless smut.

Word Count: 2.6k

CW: Mention of abuse, smut

Part 2

At least they hadn't put you in a dungeon you had thought at first, but after a month this room was driving you mad. The servant that delivered you food would not talk with you, would not answer any of your questions about what was going to happen to you.

The war had been raging for two years, but it had been a far away thing at the start. It was something so totally removed from your life in your father's castle that you weren't even fully aware that your side had been losing. It was only when he had returned six months ago and the way he looked at you had changed that alarm bells sounded in the back of your mind. While you may have not had a mother to tell you of such things, you knew enough from the gossiping of the servants when they thought you were not listening that you were of age to marry and as you were on only child, your father should try and make a match.

It made you bristle a little to think of. You managed the household well, was it so important that it must have a man at the head when he was gone?

And then the war had come to linger in your home, blanketing your days with the unease of something being kept from you. When your father had them pack you up into a carriage you raged at him, only earning a backhand straight across your cheek that left an angry mark, a thin line in the middle of the bruise from his ring having split the flesh. He had growled that this marriage was how you could finally be good for something, informing you then that he had remarried and his new wife was expecting a child. It had put you in a state of numb shock that lasted for the whole week of travel.

You had tried your whole life to be worthy of your family name, to be a good daughter. It had been for nothing. Your father was sending you off as some sort of bargaining chip to give him an edge in this war and there was not one thing that you could do about it.

Now you could only pass your days gazing out of the window and wondering where on earth you were. If only you hadn't been in such a daze, had actually taken some study of your surroundings when you had arrived. You had been taken to the room in this tower immediately on your arrival, hardly able to discern what was happening through your hazy misery. There had been people around you knew, you remembered somewhat foggily a thumb dragged across the fading mark on your cheek. A low growl, a bitten off curse.

As the night fell you sighed at the sound of the bath being drawn for you in the other room. This was the routine, every second night a bath was drawn for you, candle light dancing across the water when you sunk down into that wet heat. The servant would be gone and you would bathe alone. After a lifetime of having maids scrub at you it was strange at first, but peaceful in a way.

Tonight was much the same, your muscles relaxing as you let your head roll back and closed your eyes. The sound of someone entering startled you, opening your eyes slowly to look over. You had been prepared to see the meek servant, not a young man dressed regally who did not seem the least bit concerned that he had walked in on you in such a vulnerable and improper state.

You didn't yelp, the noise caught in your throat. Instead you curled in on yourself, trying to hide any view of the delicacies of your body from his gaze. He walked closer, kneeling by the bath so he was so close that you could smell the orange oil from his fingers.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked with a gallant smile. It was as if he was some potential suitor at a revelry instead of a stranger in your bathing chambers.

You shook your head, feeling like the water had turned to freezing and locked up all of your muscles. He was handsome in a way that bordered on overwhelming, the brown of his skin and eyes catching the light from the candles to make him almost seem holy in the way he glowed.

"My name is Kyle Garrick" he said and you felt the panic you had been holding down burst out of you.

Kyle Garrick, the 3rd Prince of the largest Kingdom on the continent, the one that bordered your tiny Kingdom to the East. People called him the Wild Prince, the one who should never have been legitimised. Prince Garrick was not the Queen's son, his mother was a Princess of a conquered kingdom who the King had grown fond of, his favourite concubine. They said that the war hero and King's right hand, Duke John Price, had trained the Wild Price himself. The Duke had won countless battles that changed the fortunes of the Kingdom with Prince Garrick by his side. They said the Duke's men were all monsters of some sort or other. The Wild Prince. The Ghost. The Blood Druid. The men were practically fairy stories to someone like you, not living and breathing people that you might one day meet.

"Y-your royal highness! Please forgive my rudeness" you cried, head snapping down in supplication. You were a nobody to a Prince, some minor Duchess in a tiny bordering Kingdom. To be naked in front of him was wrong on so many levels.

He laughed and the warmth of it sent shivers down your spine and tears to your eyes. Your eyes were fixed on the water as his fingers started to dip into it, moving back and forth and coming dangerously close to your legs still pinned to your chest.

"Look at me Duchess" he said and you found yourself giving a quick shake of your head. How could you look at him? You were shaking, naked, completely unworthy to be in his presence.

"I said look at me" he ordered, your chin roughly pulled up with the hand not playing with the water near your legs. Gone was the gallant smile, his eyes now dancing with the amusement of a predator playing with their prey, your own eyes widening when you felt the brush of his fingers on your bare shin. The hand on your chin moved your head to the side.

"Good, your cheek has healed up. Couldn't have you getting married with a marked up face now could we?"

You didn't know what he wanted you to say. You were desperate to be anywhere but here, his presence was oppressive, bearing down on you and making your insides feel like they were fizzing. You had never felt so vulnerable. He didn't seem to mind your silence, only smirking and running his fingers up your shin more deliberately, taking delight in the way your pupils dilated and your breathing hitched.

"That little bitch on the throne is blocking me from granting Ghost a proper title, I can imagine her face when she realises he's married the sole noble of the Western territory."

You could barely concentrate and he ran his hand up and down your leg, cresting over your knee occasionally causing the brush of his pinky against the swell of your breasts. That fizzing heightened and you involuntarily shifted, feeling a jolt between your legs from the friction of squeezing them together. You tried to focus, to keep your eyes on him and actually find out what was going on. If the whole situation wasn't already wildly improper you were sure you would have reacted with more horror at him addressing the Queen of this nation as a little bitch.

"I don't... Western territory? I am sorry your Royal Highness, I'm only a Duchess of the Kingdom to the West. I'm not a noble of any of the territories here," you said, not able to keep your voice even and instead hearing the breathlessness of it floating through the steam.

"There is no Kingdom to the West Duchess, not after the Duke dared to mark what wasn't his to touch," the Prince cooed, as if it wasn't something world shattering to have said. Your Kingdom had been fighting a war with another small Kingdom for years only to be conquered in the space of a month. For you. They had conquered a whole Kingdom because of a mark on your cheek.

You were overwhelmed, heart beating violently fast and frozen muscles going pliant. Plaint enough for him to apply pressure and shift your legs a little so they weren't completely pinned against your chest, allowing his exploration to continue past your knee and to your thigh. You heard a desperate whimper on the air, confused when you realised a second after it must have come from you.

The Prince chuckled, shifting his body so that he could guide your head to his shoulder, holding a hand to your hair to keep you there. Your hands came to cling to his shirt, soaking it. You didn't know what was happening to you and it was grounding to be able to bury your face into him, cutting off your sight so you could try and get a handle of your other senses.

"That's it Duchess, just relax yeah? Ghost doesn't want to break you on your wedding night, so we're going to work on getting you nice and ready for him until then" he whispered right behind your ear.

You didn't know what he meant. Nobody had ever prepared you for what happened on the wedding night, until a month ago you hadn't even known you were to be married so soon. When his hand finally dipped between your legs to cup at you there you cried out, tears spilling over at the new sensation.

"Gods you've never-" he growled lightly, only stopping himself when he felt you tense to pause and readjust his voice to be gentler as he carefully ran a finger up your slit. "Bet they told you it was a sin, that you couldn't touch yourself here" he groaned when he felt the change in texture from water to arousal.

They had their work cut out for them getting you ready for the Hunt. MacTavish would oversee the ritual of it obviously, would massage the divine oils into your flesh and dress you properly to be released into the woods after the wedding ceremony. When Ghost hunted you down and took what was rightfully his it would seal the marriage in the eyes of the old Gods, but he would be in a frenzy from the incense, incapable of preparing you properly in his pursuit of sinking into your heat and marking you his from the inside. So they would have to do what they could for you beforehand, spend the next week before the ceremony doing everything to keep you wet and wanting.

Kyle, clear headed and not under the influence of any of Johnny's bloody Druid smokes or potions, already found it hard to keep calm. The noises you were making, it was like a challenge being presented to him to get you to make more. Get you boneless and begging for it. When he started to make firm circles on your clit he got unbearably hard at the broken moan spilling from your lips as your hips started to move.

You felt like you were standing on the top of a tower looking over the edge, your stomach in knots. You had been told it was sinful to touch yourself in this way and in your efforts to be only the best daughter you could be you had taken heed and never tried. But this? Gods it was setting you ablaze. You could feel your insides clenching on nothing, feel your hips lifting to push against his fingers. He was speaking absolute sin into your ear and it made every sensation more intense, sending pulses of pleasure straight down to your core.

"Doing so well Duchess, pretty little clit taking it so well. Doesn't it feel good?"

You whined incoherently. You were desperate for something you couldn't name, feeling incomplete.

"I know Duchess, I know. Beautiful cunt wants something to clench on, greedy little thing" he said, fingers leaving your clit to trace down and circle your entrance, teasing with just the tip of his finger pushing against you before he growled and returned to your clit with renewed vigour. "You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum just like this tonight and tomorrow I'll make sure you get a finger inside to squeeze yeah? Fuck love going to get you to beg for my tongue, get Price to teach you how to ask real nice for it."

You couldn't really focus on the words anymore, too lost in the approaching crest of this wave. Kyle was mostly saying them for himself now anyway, hips rutting away against the side of the tub to try and get some relief.

The orgasm was the most intense thing you recalled ever feeling, body going taught like a bowstring as the Prince brought you through it with his fingers. Your whole body felt like it had been flooded with sensation and then all at once you were boneless, limbs dead weights.

"Good girl Duchess."

You were shivering now, the water having cooled. When his hand left the water you went to move your head, but his other hand kept it there. You could hear the sound of skin on skin, his hot breath at your ear getting heavier and more strained before the sound stopped after a loud groan from him. You weren't sure what was going on, but it made you tingle a little again between your legs.

His hand returned to the water, dipping in and out a few times before he finally let your head out from his shoulder. The dim light hurt your eyes after so long in darkness and before you could try and ask him what had just happened he scooped you out of the tub, not caring that he was getting his clothing completely soaked in the process.

The next 10 minutes were confusing and blurry in your mind, him drying you off and dressing you for bed like he was a servant rather than the Prince of a Kingdom that had just conquered yours. He tucked you in, bade you goodnight and made his way to the door.

You thought that was it until he paused, tensed. Was he going to reveal that this had been a test and you had failed? Were you about to be thrown out? You had never felt so thoroughly ruined and anxious before. What did he want from you?

Kyle knew he shouldn't, but fuck it, what was the use in being a Prince if he couldn't indulge in the small things every once in a while. He whirled around, marched back to you in the bed and pressed a hard kiss to your lips before leaving again, making sure to lock the door behind him. Price was leaning on the wall in the hallway waiting for him, raising an eyebrow when taking in the absolute state Kyle was in.

"Fine" Kyle sighed, "I admit that this was a good idea, you were right and I should never have doubted you and your magnanimity. Happy?"

"Cheeky today Gaz?"

"Nah, just taking the piss. It was a good call Sir, she'll be good for Ghost."

He licked his lips on his way to his chambers and felt a rush of heat at the taste of you lingering there. Not just Ghost he thought.

#cod #cod au #fanfic #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #mhairiwrites #tf 141 x reader #the tf141 x reader is implied more than actually present #one day I will learn how to write decent smut and then it is over for you bitches

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