#milly Alcock x reader

[bi-disaster-yn]

Helpless

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!Reader

Summary: Rhaenyra struggles with the loss of her mother and only Reader steps up to help her.

A/N: I am already down SO BAD for Rhaenyra and will be bending the knee for her.

You had never fought on the battlefield before but you were sure at this moment you would win a war to get back to Rhaenyra.

When the news had reached you about the untimely passing of her mother, you knew you had to abandon your travels and head back to King’s Landing to be there for her. It seemed like the urgency of your expedition had dissipated and this had become the only thing in the world that mattered.

You were partially comforted by the fact that she would have Alicent to look after her. Although, this wouldn’t be the same as you tending to her. Whilst Alicent was Rhaenyra’s dearest friend, you were her lover and closest confidant. 

Tight knotting ravaged your stomach and chest as you got closer and closer to King’s Landing. Fear set in as you pondered how your poor Rhaenyra was faring without you. The carriage just simply wasn’t going fast enough. You had demanded returning by horseback, knowing you’d be able to outride the entire party and get there in half the time. However, your demands were harshly refused. Instead, you were to sit helplessly in a carriage, playing with your hands and torturing yourself with the endless possibilities of your love’s welfare.

Once safely in King’s Landing, you ignored a squire’s hand to help you out of the carriage and essentially launched yourself out of it. 

“My Lady, we hadn’t expected you back for quite some time.” The squire commented but you brushed him off.

“The Princess needs me.” You responded, storming off to the kitchen to fetch a selection of some of Rhaenyra’s favourite cakes. Then, you completed your mission to her chambers.

You were right; Rhaenyra did need you. When you found her, she was curled up on her bed, lying on her stomach on a large pillow that was almost the size of a person. It was drenched with her tears but she clung onto it, sobbing relentlessly.

Never had you seen your dear Rhaenyra so helpless. Her full body was racked with painful and shuddering sobs. She seemed fragile and thin. Clearly, she had eaten very little since the event and the consequences had quickly manifested in her petite frame. The black dress that once fitted her perfectly now seemed to drown her.

She lay facing out of the window and didn’t register your entrance. It wasn’t until you set the cakes to the side and gently got on to the bed behind her that she realised there was someone else in the room. Startled, she jumped at the contact when you placed a loving hand on her shoulder until she recognised your kind face and she instantly felt safe.

Desperately, she grabbed at the collar of your dress, pulling you down on top of her and let out deep and heart-wrenching howls. It was the safety you provided that allowed her to let go so freely and truly vent her pained emotions. You responded to her by wrapping your arms round her tightly and burying your head in her neck, kissing her soft skin gently to reassure her.

“My sweet one, I am so sorry.” You mumbled against her skin. “I am here now. I am sorry I wasn’t before.”

“You came back for me.” She shakily spoke in between her ragged breathing.

“I will always come back for you, Princess.” You said, resting your elbow on the pillow and looking down at her. The poor thing had a red and raw complexion in stark contrast to her usually sun kissed one. You ran your fingers through her hair, casually twirling the strands between them in an attempt to soothe her.

Rhaenyra reached up to kiss you gently, placing both of her hands on your cheeks and holding you in place. Your eyes instantly closed and you reciprocated the kiss delicately. You brushed your thumb along her jaw in feather-like touches. Selfishly, you rejoiced at the opportunity of being able to kiss her again but held yourself back in respect for her mourning.

Once you’d pulled back, you rested your forehead against hers, still caressing her jawline. She looked up at you with a gorgeous combination of ardour and melancholy.

“You can tell Alicent to take some rest, I am here to tend to you now.” You whispered to her; your face close enough to hers that your lips brushed against her skin as you spoke.

Rhaenyra swallowed thickly at that and settled back against the pillow, avoiding your gaze. Her response confused you profusely and you brushed some hair away from her forehead in an attempt to get her to look at you.

“Alicent has not been here in days. I hear she tends to my father.” Rhaenyra admitted, almost guiltily and still tried to avoid eye contact with you. Nothing could stop the frown that your features contorted to make. To say the least, you were furious. In your Rhaenyra’s time of need, the person who you were sure would tend to her had abandoned her in favour of her father. The King no doubt would have had the support of the small council, countless whores and anyone else who enjoyed breathing. In your absence, Rhaenyra only had Alicent but had been left to fend for herself.

“What about Daemon?” You inquired. “Surely he has paid you a visit.”

Daemon wasn’t exactly your preferred substitute but apart from you or Alicent, you knew that he would be the only one who could provide your beloved with some comfort.

“No, I don’t know where he is.” She replied sheepishly. This angered you too, but not nearly as much as Alicent. If anything, Daemon’s absence was to be preferred. You had always been cynical of his intentions with Rhaenyra and she did not need his influence in this particularly vulnerable time. Still, she should never have been left alone.

Carefully, you sat back against the grand throw pillows on the bed and pulled Rhaenyra with you so that her head rested on your chest.

“Well, I am here now and I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured her, pressing kisses to the crown of her head.

“I am glad you’re back; I couldn’t possibly pretend that big pillow was you for much longer.” She replied, with a slight smirk in her tone. It was both heart-warming and gut-wrenching that she had craved your comfort so much she had resorted to imagining your presence.

“Well, hopefully I have more intelligent things to say than the pillow.” You offered, stroking her hair and allowing her to wrap her arms round your waist to hold you in an iron grip. She never truly appreciated the vastness of her own physical strength.

“Hmm, I am not so sure.” Rhaenyra joked, looking up at you with a faint smile. Despite her mourning and the pain, she would always be able to smile once in your arms. For that, you’d allow her to make her little jests so that she might find her playful demeanour again.

“Well, I’ll keep quiet then. I am sure you and the pillow have much to discuss.” You smirked.

“I think we have discussed all we can.” She sighed contentedly, settling into your arms. “Tell me about your travels. Give me a distraction from how heinous this feels.”

“I will, but first,” you began, reaching over to retrieve the cakes from the side. “Please eat some of these. I know you won’t have eaten much but I’m certain you can be tempted with cake.”

Rhaenyra’s stiff and exposed expression confirmed you were right about her not having eaten. She made a careful selection on a lavender cake and nibbled on it, looking up at you adoringly.

“You know how to make everything better.” She told you, settling her head in the crook of your neck. You kissed her forehead gently and rubbed her back soothingly.

“I’ll always try to make things better for you, my Princess.” You said and the did as your princess had commanded of you, regaling stories of your recent travels in an animated way which you knew she would like. Rhaenyra enjoyed your commentary, sometimes finding herself giggling and immediately began to feel more at ease. Her one true love had endeavoured to come back for her when she needed them most.

Existence without her mother was excruciating and the days that followed Queen Aemma’s passing had been a war that Rhaenyra was losing. She had tried desperately to keep her head above water, flailing helplessly with no assistance. With your return, it was like you had reached your hand out to stop her from drowning. Rhaenyra settled, feeling safe in your arms and that things had just gotten a little less terrible.

[delfiore]

you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding [part i]

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x hightower!fem!reader

synopsis: the reality of life at court for nobles tears two best friends, sometimes more, apart.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: basically the dance of the dragons through otto hightower’s second daughter’s eyes. i’m trying to build a character around this y/n so this might involve some relationship building with alicent and otto. some time jumps might be different as well.

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You were one-and-ten when you swore your loyalty to Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Godswood, red leaves all around and above you, was your favorite spot to spend time with her and your sister.

You and Rhaenyra liked to play tickle, and you always found yourself yielding to her.

Rhaenyra was a year older, small for her age but possessed great strength for her frame.

“Yield! I yield!” You shouted out, your laughter dying down, as you attempted to catch your breath.

“You can’t out-tickle me,” Rhaenyra said proudly, arching her eyebrows. She had made no effort to move from you.

“I said I yield, didn’t I?” You smiled.

You knew how to wield a sword, a small sword albeit, but a sword. Your father has seen you drag around a sword a knight had lain next to him while he ate supper one day. Your tiny, seven-year-old body was barely big enough compared to the weapon, yet you held it up and pointed it at the knight, whose heart was about to leap out of his chest at the likelihood of the small lady injuring herself with his belonging. You started training with Ser Harrold Westerling ever since. Your strength was superior compared to the princess’, yet you would yield over and over if it meant seeing that bright smile upon her face.

“And frankly, your father would have my head if I hurt you,” you said simply and shrugged.

“You can’t hurt me, Y/N, not in a million years.”

“You’re right, and I would hurt anyone who dares try to hurt you, badly.” You said. “I’d tackle them to the ground and stab them with my sword. No merciful death for anyone who dares to harm the princess.”

“Oh, my knight in shining armor! How chivalrous of you,” Rhaenyra announced dramatically. “Perhaps you should be my sworn protector.”

“If I could, I would,” you said, looking at your sword, which was rested against the tree, “I’d guard you with my life. You’re my best friend.”

“And you mine. You and Alicent both. I can’t imagine a life without you two. It’d be so dull, so depressing.”

“Then perhaps you shall keep us with you forever, future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,” you then got on one knee much to Rhaenyra’s bemusement, “I, Y/N of House Hightower, do hereby swear fealty to you. I pledge my sword and my life to defend yours, from this day until my last day.”

“Rise, Lady Y/N Hightower, as my sworn shield,” Rhaenyra held her chin high in attempt to stay earnest, but soon broke out into giggles with you.

Under the Gods’ eye, you had made a promise, as young and callow as you were. It had been forged into place. Your heart as well as your sword was hers.

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You were two-and-ten when you realized that you had feelings for Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Tears had clouded your weary eyes as you sat, curled up on a bench in the gardens. Your little heart was beating fast after the outburst you’ve just had, yanking out flowers and leaves from plants nearby and tearing them apart. Adults walked past, but they didn’t dare to say anything because, though you were only a child, you were higher in station than most of them.

“Y/N? Oh, Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You felt arms wrapped around you, instantly put you at ease. You were still seething with anger, but you weren’t overcome with these emotions anymore. You felt like you could kept them at bay, at her sweet voice and her warm embrace.

“Alicent,” you said, hiccuping, “we fought, and she said that I was the spare daughter, that Father would do just fine without me.”

“Oh, Y/N. That’s not true, look at me.” You obeyed your princess. There isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for her. “Alicent was wrong to say that. You know who wouldn’t be fine without you? Me, Y/N. You’ve made this place so much better, with your witty charms, and your good manners—to the point that it drives me crazy how good you are. I need you, Y/N. I’ll always need you.”

“Really?” You said.

Rhaenyra smiled, reaching up to wipe away your tears. “Really.”

This time, it was you that hugged her, but it felt more like a cling of desperation. The Princess was your only friend, even your sister would be envious, you were sure of it. Your heartbeat was fast, but it was warm with love. You were warm with love.

You never expected anything to come to your name, as the youngest child of the Hand. Certainly no lands and titles—for you were no man—no riches and gold either, not of your own anyway. Instead, you spent your days training with your sword, and sharpening your mind with books. You were committed to becoming the most capable person your circumstances allowed you.

But there was a lot that you didn’t know about life at court. How could you? You were only a child.

You had been training with a dummy in the courtyard with Westerling, when you noticed the old knight straightening up, his armor plates rubbing against each other in metallic dissonance.

“My Prince,” he said, bowing his head.

You looked up in awe. He stood there in all his Targaryen glory, with his long white hair, tall frame, arms folded behind his back regally, and a princely smirk. You’ve heard tales about him, how he had slain half of King’s Landing for various petty crimes. You’ve heard Rhaenyra talk about him too, yet none of it prepared you for the nervousness of meeting your hero.

“Training hard, I see, Lady Y/N.”

Your mouth hung open, as you thought of what to say. But Ser Harrold had nudged you with a stern look before you could think.

“Y-Yes, my Prince.”

“Spar with me,” Prince Daemon extended his hand to the weapon master for a wooden sword.

“My Prince, she’s not ready—“ Ser Harrold attempted to intervene. Little twelve-year-old you was still in awe at the white-haired man.

“Come, now. Let’s see what you’re made of, Hightower.”

The Prince circled you, a blunt, wooden sword swirling in hand, but he looked like an apex predator nonetheless, ready to swallow you whole.

You couldn’t back down, though, and embarrass your House. You were Y/N Hightower of Oldtown, daughter of Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King.

The movement came to you like muscle memory, everything Harrold taught you suddenly moving you as Daemon delivered blow after blow. You knew he was holding back, but you didn’t want him to. You were strong enough to take on the Prince.

You had had him right there, with a feigned lunge forward to make him dodge and then you would knock the sword out of his hand. But Daemon was quicker, and switched his weapon to his free hand to push you to the ground. When you looked up, Daemon Targaryen would have buried his sword in your throat in a real fight.

“Good movement.” He extended a hand and pulled you up with ease. “Does that hurt?”

He pointed at your reddened palm that has since scraped up with blood. “No, my Prince. A scratch.” You said, puffing your chest, and hiding your wounded hand behind your back.

The Prince nodded. “We’ll make a warrior out of you yet,” He handed you his sword, then he was gone.

When you returned to your father’s living quarters to read, he had been there to wait for you, unlike most days. You were too giddy to pick up on his disdainful frown.

“Father!” You called happily, running towards him to bring him into a hug. “I fought Prince Daemon! I fought him in hand-to-hand combat in the courtyard!”

Your father only pulled you from himself, and examined the scratch on your hand. “Did he do this to you?”

“Yes, but Father, it’s alright—“

“You are no longer to speak to that man, ever, do you understand? He is no good person, and he will hurt you again.” The Hand said firmly. “You are my daughter. You are Y/N Hightower, and you ought to remember that. Daemon Targaryen is not our friend.”

You looked down at your feet, you didn’t know why Father was making such a big deal of it. Injuries were bound to happen in combat, and Daemon is not a bad person.

“Do you understand, Y/N?”

“Yes, Father,” you said meekly, steadying your voice so as not to show him that you were crying.

You didn’t tell Rhaenyra of the incident the next time you saw her coming back from flying with Syrax, and you never did. You just stopped idolizing the Rogue Prince from then on.

“You reek of dragon,” you teased, scrunching your nose, as she walked towards you.

“Careful,” she removed her gloves, “Syrax doesn’t like people talking about how she smells.”

“To the Godwood?”

“Always.”

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You were three-and-ten when Rhaenyra Targaryen was named heir to the Iron Throne.

Seeing her there at the foot of the throne in all her glory, as all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms swore to defend her succession, you couldn’t be prouder. No matter what happens, you knew you’d always be by her side to council her, comfort her, be her shoulder to lean on when ruling the realm gets difficult. You had sworn an oath that you meant to upheld.

Rhaenyra looked nervous though, terrified even. You could only stand aside and shoot her an encouraging smile, to which the corner of her mouth pulled up slightly.

As soon as she was released from her duties, she stuck with you and Alicent all night. Even while the handmaidens were undressing her, removing her hair updo and helping her into her nightgown, she insisted you stay with her.

It was only when the handmaidens had left, and Alicent was called to your father’s chambers, had Rhaenyra hesitantly asked you to stay the night.

“Rhaenyra,” you said, “it is the biggest day of your life, but why do you seem so sad?”

“Do you think I’ll be a good queen?”

“Of course,” you said matter-of-factly, “you were born for this. You’re the blood of the dragon.”

“No,” Rhaenyra shook her head. “Do you think I’ll be a good queen? Me. Not a Targaryen, not my father’s daughter, just me.”

Her questioned surprised you. You would never think someone as self-assured as her would question her own inheritance.

“Rhaenyra, I know you’ll be a good queen,” you said, placing your hand over hers. “You’re what the realm needs, a resolute mind and a gentle heart. Come your time to rule, they will see that you are as fit to lead as any man.”

For the first time that night, she smiled, albeit tearfully. “I can’t do this alone, Y/N. I’ll always need you by my side.”

You nodded, squeezing her hand before bringing it up to kiss it. “Always. However long you need me with you, I will be.”

The night had come in the Red Keep, the darkness giving the princess an usual courage. She dropped your hand, and leaned over, pressing her palms on the bed. You let it happen, you didn’t breathe because you had wanted this for so long. It was merely a second or two, then she pulled back.

You kissed her again, naively, your lips puckered to touch hers, and you can’t remember a life before it since.

The morning light peaked through the windows when you opened your eyes. You smiled, and let out a sigh of contentment, careful not to wake the Realm's Delight in your arms as you got up. The walk back to your chambers was quicker than usual, mostly because you were giddily skipping and running for most of it. How good it was to love and be loved. It was all you cared about, and all you wanted to care about.

Two years went by, and Rhaenyra was growing into the young woman she was always meant to be. Beside her, you were also growing, as her companion, and her best friend. Your father has been bugging you about marriage, something you found no appeal in. He proposed a betrothal with House Blackwood, Crakehall, Reyne, and Lefford, but none of the prospects interested you.

“You’re almost a woman-grown, Y/N. You must marry, as I did, as your mother did, and as did most noble person in this realm before you,” Father countered.

“Why does Alicent not have to marry? Why does she get to stay?”

Otto Hightower held your gaze lowly, “Alicent will do her part.”

“Father, I don’t wish to be married.” You said firmly. “I wish to stay here, with my family, with the Princess. I’ll be her lady-in-waiting that’s what it takes.”

The flame flickered on his face, as he came closer to out his hands on your shoulder.

“Loyalty has always been one of your best qualities. You're like your mother in that way, that fire in your eyes is what I admire about you.” He spoke softly. “But you need to remember who you must be loyal to. Your family, Y/N. Your family is the only people that will never abandon you, in this world of those who are ready to trample you to get what they want. And the more people we make our family, by marriage or otherwise, the more people we have to protect us.”

Your father pulled you into his arms, and pressed a kiss to your head.

On your way back to your room, your mind was clouded with thoughts. You didn’t see ahead, and the person you bumped into. You looked up to find your sister, looking as if she was in a haste.

“Watch where you’re going,” she said crudely.

“You ran into me,” you retorted, “where are you going anyway?”

“It’s none of your business. That’s bad manners, you know?”

“What is?”

“Inserting yourself in other people’s affairs when it doesn’t concern you,” Alicent said, “Seven Hells, Y/N, you’re not a child anymore. You need to learn to take some responsibility for yourself. If not, then for Father’s sake.”

Alicent has always been what your father preferred in a girl, virtuous and ladylike and obedient. She was what he wished you'd be more like. If only he could see who she really was. Some people you must tolerate, only because they're family . . .

Your sister pushed past you and hurriedly rounded the corner. You waited until there was a sizable distance between you before following her, up the stairs, through Maegor's Holdfast. She was going to the King's apartments. You ducked behind a wall, as Alicent turned around to spot any prying eyes before a Kingsguard granted her entrance into his chambers.

You feared the worse.

The next time you saw your sister, it took all of your might not to let your recent discovery dictate your behavior. It was difficult though, as your distaste for her had been present even before you knew what you knew. Rhaenyra was laying her head on Alicent's thighs as they read together in the Godswood.

"There you are. We've been looking everywhere for you," Rhaenyra rose with an excited smile; Alicent, not so much.

"I was training in the courtyard," you said.

"Don't worry about her, she's always off swinging a sword around." Your sister voiced. "That's just Y/N."

Ignoring her words, you sat down on the grass. "Where were you two?"

"In the Sept," Rhaenyra said.

"Why?" A scornful laugh unapologetically escaped you.

"We thought some prayer might do us good," Alicent replied.

"And did it?" You asked, looking at Rhaenyra incredulously. She only shrugged.

"I thought it was good for . . . releasing any emotions I've had to hold back," the Princess fumbled with her ring, the one with the Arryn falcon imprint she started wearing ever since her mother passed.

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"You shouldn't be so hostile towards your sister, you know?"

"Why not? She's stupid, and prissy, and a hypocrite and—" you stopped yourself before you could say more. You released the clover you had been rolling between your fingers.

Rhaenyra watched you tentatively with a soft smile. "She means well."

"I don't know why she loathes me so much. All I've ever wanted was to just . . . be her sister," you confessed lowly, "instead she treats our relationship as some sort of race. She always has to come out on top."

"I think you would benefit from telling her these things yourself."

"I'd rather drive a sword through my own heart," you rolled your eyes.

This elicited a laugh from the platinum-haired. "You love each other, I know it. A little kindness goes a long way, Y/N."

"I'd rather spend all my kindness on you," you leaned closer with a smirk and kissed Rhaenyra on the cheek.

"And I would not complain about that," she tilted your chin towards her lips, and kissed you slowly.

Your good mood was quickly snuffed out when on your way back to your chambers for the night, you thought you heard quiet cries behind the door next to yours, Alicent's.

Your sister's face was red, blemished, and blotched with tears when she looked up at you, very unlike the face she uses to present herself as a proper lady. In truth, even you yourself had never seen her like this before.

"Father wishes I be married," Alicent hiccuped through her tears.

Your worst assumptions held true, and you couldn't help but feel pity for her. You approached your sister slowly, extending your arms. She looked confused at first, but you pulled her into your arms, and her cries grew louder into your shoulder. You didn't know how you were supposed to break the news to Rhaenyra, or even if it was yours to do so.

Everyone would know, whenever the Crown Princess was angry. Syrax, as if feeling her rider's fury, would let out the most monstrous of roars, her wings brushing past the roofs and darkening the sky as the beast flies past. You needed to see her, so you waited near the Dragonpit until you heard Syrax's screech in the distance. And furious she was.

"Rhaenyra!"

She ignored you, and kept stomping away, Ser Harrold following behind her. So you insisted.

“Rhaenyra, wait!”

“Did you know?”

“What?”

“Did you know, Y/N? Be truthful.”

“I'd only assumed. I-I—" You held out a hand, but she pulled away.

"My father and my best friend," Rhaenyra smiled bitterly, tears stinging at the corner of her eyes. "And she never said anything, you never said anything."

"Rhaenyra . . ." you pleaded. "I couldn't say anything when I wasn't sure, it is treason to speculate such things."

“Men have spoken over smaller matters,” she said lowly. “You would not speak the truth if it does not benefit you. I thought I could entrust that from you of all people. You’re just like the rest of them.”

The truth was, deep down, you were trying to protect your sister, and maybe yourself too. You were sparing yourself and Alicent of Rhaenyra’s wrath, that now as you were seeing it, looked more like disappointment.

“Do not seek me out. I do not wish to see you anymore.”

The Princess walked away before you could utter a word of apology. In the distance, Syrax huffed and she was led back into the Dragonpit.

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Art by 21xfour

Y/n: Are you sure about this?

You asked your girlfriend, Kara Zor-El. Currently she was trying to convince you to fly with her.

Kara: Absolutely, Kal does this with Lois all the time.

You nodded your head, giving her the okay. She lightly took your hands and began to float off the rooftop.

After the first hundred feet, you cowered your head into her shoulder and held on tighter.

Kara: It's not that bad.

She said, trying to comfort you.

Kara: Look, you can see the whole city from up here.

You looked at her grey eyes before building the courage to look down. She was right. You could see all of National City. Each window filled with beautiful lights in the dark.

Y/n: It's beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you.

A blush formed on Kara's cheeks as the two of you shared a kiss before continuing the flight.

[shuichiakainx]

I'm so proud of her, Milly will be a wonderful Supergirl💕

[lazygurl]

Hello, I'm Jul, I'm 18 years old and also, I'm brazilian! So yes, english is not my first language.

I created this blog more for me to distress when I feel like, so don't expect me to be here often.

Also please, please be patient with me as I have a serious problem called anxiety and this problem do like to make me procrastinate.

Another thing, feel free to interact, I love interacting with you guys, so don't be shy.

For things that I will not write: 1. I not write smut for or with minors in it, or anything similar.

2. I mostly write my drafts in portuguese and then I translate.

3. I don't write for men, so...don't interact.

4. If you gon hate then get tf out rn, I don't accept any type of hate here.

Now, for things that I write: 1. Fluff, angst, comfort/hurt, smut and etc.

2. I do plan on doing some smau and series, but I might post in every bloody moon.

3. WLW ONLY!

4. Yeah! I think it's all for now.

[bestofmultiverse]

Mastermind ; Milly Alcock x fem!Reader.

A/N: admittedly i didn't reread it in any point so it probably contains many mistakes- also english is not my native language so beware. Ps i gave R a piercing but its honestly not a big deal. Ps2: Idk if I'm gonna give it a part 2 or not so just go with it and let me know if u do want.

Warning: this shitty thirst trap contains (probably bad) smut, so please if you're a minor or generally if its not your gem, take a step back

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"Did someone ordered this?" Milly asked the group as the waitress presented her the drink.

"Did someone ordered this?" Milly asked the group as the waitress presented her the drink.

"I didn't order this" she said kindly to the woman before looking back at her friends, who seemed as clueless as she.

Well, Emily's friends to be exact.

They were celebrating the younger girl birthday and Milly was just one out of a whole lot of people who (rightfully) cherished the girl's presence in their lives.

"It was sent to you specifically by another table" the waitress clarified and milly raised an eyebrow.

(These things happen only in movies, are they not?)

The waitress pointed to a table not too far from theirs, at a pretty looking girl.

Effortless Charming, she seemed.

The girl was engaged in a conversation with her drinking buddies, the two guys seemed to be arguing about something Milly couldn't make, as the pretty girl rolled her eyes fondly at them and took a sip out of her drink.

Painted lips curving an entertained smile as one of the boys put his hand around her shoulder.

"Are you sure its her?" Milly asked the waitress and the woman nodded before turning away.

Milly glanced back at the girl, just so she could catch her gaze.

Y/e/c spark in excitement.

The girl sent her a small smile and raised her drink, holding it as a 'cheers' kind of gesture.

Milly smiled back before doing the same.

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After half an hour or so, Milly noticed the two guys who shared the table with the beautiful stranger getting up to dance floor, seemed to taking their chances with various different women.

The woman stayed at the table, her eyes glued to her phone, and Milly decided to adress her- and giving Emily and her friends a break.

Emily gave her a an encouraging hand squeeze as she got up before turning back to one of her friends, a girl Milly couldn't name for her life.

"Interesting choice of a drink, you had"

The actress said as she took the unoccupied sit next to the stranger.

The same sit the guy who put his hand on her sat in earlier- which was closer then she probably should've.

But it was a crowded place, full with drunk people and the girl was hot, and milly was a bit tipsy , and maybe a bit horny as well (cant blame a woman for her needs)

"Is that so? I honestly gambled on it. Good to know it worked"

"Didn't say it did" Milly taunted.

The girl's smiled at her knowingly,

"Yet, you're here, aren't you?"

(Yes, i am- milly thought)

"You seem confident enough so imagine my surprise that you only a drink and nothing else. You could've approached me. I do not bite"

"Unfortunately" the strange smirked and milly smirked back.

"I see no reason to bother a person without knowing where I'm standing in the situation."

She admitted "not a coward, but a calculated woman"

"Always the mastermind, I presume?"

"Barely" she chuckled before signaling the waitress.

"So, now that you have my attention. What's next?"

Milly hold up the stranger drink and took a small sip, containing eye contact.

The stranger smirk grew.

"Another drink, if you'd like"

The waitress approached.

"Naturally" milly smirked back before turning to the waitress who had a knowing glint in her eyes.

(Milly wondered if the waitress could see how close milly was to pull the overly confident and attractive woman to the restroom)

The night continues on,

The two flirted a lot and touched each other in ways that could pass as innocent, yet both knew were not,

In one moment milly's hand brushed the girl's hand,

In another the stranger's hand found a home on the actress thigh.

Milly bit her lip, and the girl's gaze linger on it a bit to long to consider innocent.

Milly brushed a piece of hair behind the girl's ear and made her blush slightly.

(It wasn't the alcohol, she knew)

"We should dance" the girl said at some point and and pulled milly to the dance floor.

Milly's eyes catch Emily's from across the room and winked at her. Her friend's laughed at her antics.

Saying milly was stunned will be an understatement,

The girl knew how to move, and made her whole body tinge in anticipation. Her lips linger not far from milly's own as she swayed close to her. Their bodies inches apart.

It was the last straw for the actress, and after a few minutes of this, she decided she might burst at any second.

Especially when she felt the girl's back on her front.

She put her hands on the stranger's waist and titled her face slightly to meet her hungry gaze.

"We're leaving now" she stated and the girl sent her a knowing smile

"Is that a commend, your grace?"

(A mastermind you are)

Milly smirked and pulled her further into herself. Her lips close to the stranger ear. "It is, a commend"

{this is a bit smutty so idk how well thats gonna go}

30 minutes later milly found herself in the girl's flat. Their lips connected and clothed half undone.

Milly's lips on the stranger's collarbone, taking in the flavor of her as the girl shuddered breath quickened.

"The bed-" the girl started to say and milly pulled her further into the room, the girl's legs hitting the bed and she fell on the mattress.

The blonde took no time before pulling her own top off.

Her smirk growing as the girl on the bed pulled her own dress off and showed a perfect skin and no bra.

A few tattoos scattered across the girl's body and a small silver piercing attached to her eight nipple. Her hardened nipple

It was delightful sight and the blonde had to stop herself from attacking the girl's nipple piercing with her tongue, instead she captured the painted lips in her own before pulling herself over the girl- who was now lying on the mattress, panting and turned on.

"Take it off" the girl said and went to pull over milly's Calvin klein's bra.

"Ask nicely" she said and attacked the girl's pulse spot.

The stranger whimpered so delightfully and milly felt her body reacts to it.

"So confident from the outside, but aren't you a good little brat"

The girl whimpered again.

"Please Milly"

Milly's lips trailed down the girl's chest, before stoping on her perky, pierced tits, her hot mouth finding the cold metal piercing, and her tongue delightfully playing with it.

Her left hand finding the girl's other nipple, giving her it well deserved attention and devotion.

She felt the girl's shuddering under her and decided it was time to move further down. But nit before taking her bra off. Exposing her own tits.

The girl's eyes scanned them so fiercely, one might think it was a form of art.

(It kinda was)

Milly's lips trailed to the girl's stomach, kissing every inch of it before pulling herself further down to the girl's thighs.

Milly learned with time how Soft butterfly kisses in the right spots can get a woman into a frantic state, and ph how diving sight it was.

"Please milly" the stranger begged as milly's teeth grazed her soaked panties.

"Please what" the blonde said and pulled herself up, to look at the woman beneath her.

Her blue eyes demanding.

"You know what" the girl said irritated before pulling the blonde into a bruising kiss.

"Don't be a brat" milly said as she pushed the girl's back to the mattress and dominantly cupped her face in her right hand.

"Fuck, please fuck me milly"

No further admission was necessary and milly found herself pulling herself back down, so her teeth could grazed the ruined fabric again.

Moment later with swift motion of her hand it was gone and the girl was bare in front of her, her pussy wet and the numb of nerves pulsing with anticipation.

One look at it and the girl's frantic gaze was enough for milly to know that she cant make anymore teasing, not for now, so she did what the girl was begging her to do from the moment she pulled her into her apartment- or even earlier when she sent her the drink- she attached her lips to the pulse point and flickered her experienced tongue,

The girl was a mess, no more cleaver remarks or confident words, just mumbling and whimpering of milly's name - that sounded oddly like a prayer.

It was so hot milly had to stop herself from pushing her own hand into her own pants, instead she pushed a finger into the girl's wet core, that seemed to take it as it was nothing, stretching and accepting it as if Milly's finger was a part of it anatomy.

a few seconds later another finger was in and the girl's breath became frantic.

"Milly, faster, please"

And she did went faster, her tongue turning and swirling the bud as if it was a candy in her mouth, her taste buds enjoying the taste as well, and her fingers working so fast - as if they were in a race- and winning.

"Cum for me baby"

And that was it, the walls were tightened and her body rose up a few inches in the air as milly's other hand kept her grounded, momentarily later circling her stomach.

Milly's lips found themselves in the delightful task of cleaning up some of the mess she caused before she pulled herself back over the panting, sweaty girl, and gave a kiss.

Her finger's who were still coated with the girl's juices went straight into her mouth as she kept an eye connection.

The girl smirked up at her, turned on by the sight.

"You're so fucking hot" she said and milly stroke her cheek fondly.

"You're the one to be talking"

Milly kissed her nose and she giggled momentarily before pulling milly into another kiss.

"Take your pants off" the stranger commended

Milly raised an eyebrow

"Please"

[bowls-bowls-all-types-of-bowls]

behind the scenes of house of the dragon

why are they all so pretty

[hauntedfictionland]

Ooo the tension

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN & ALICENT HIGHTOWER in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (1X01)

[fandomnerd9602]

She was your princess. You were her knight. Sworn to protect her, to let your last action ever be your sword hitting the ground because your opponent bested you. To make sure that she lived while you’d die for her.

How could you have not fallen for her? How could the very sight of her smile not ignite the fury of a thousand dragons’ fire in your heart?

How could Rhaenyra not fall for you? Your steadfast nature, your kindness, the way you smiled when you locked eyes with her from across the royal court. All of it just made her fall deeper in love with you.

You took whatever moment you could just to be in her presence. A second, a minute, whenever you could, you were by her side. A gentle walk in the garden. A token of her favor before you went to train with the other knights. Any time with her was welcome.

You pledged everything to her.

“Everything that I am,” you whisper against her knuckles, “ my sword, my shield my very soul I have pledged to you.”

“Then run away with me” she practically pleaded with her hazel eyes.

“ you and I both know that wouldn’t be a life.” you sadly counter You take her chin in your palm and lock eyes with her, "but know this that after these bones have turned to dust and dragons no longer fly in the skies above Westeros, my heart will always keep on beating for you.”

“And mine shall beat for you" her lips formed a silent promise.

You gave her hand a soft kiss and she walked away from you sadly.

What you failed to notice was that king Viserys had noticed the whole ordeal. An idea was quickly forming in his mind.

The king summoned you into his throne room within the hour. Your heart was beating out of your chest. As you walked into the massive throne room to find it was only you and him. You fall to your knees at the base of the intimidating Iron Throne, fearful for your very life.

"Your majesty" you put your own sword before Viserys' feet.

"Arise my son" he gently orders you, "have you heard of House Valor?"

You've heard of it, "the grand isle to the far west of Westeros?"

"The very one" King Viserys walks down from his throne and approaches you, "I'm sending you at once as my emissary"

"But, your Majesty, my duty as protector to Princess-"

"That is a direct order from your king" Viserys gently interrupts you. "the ship is leaving promptly at sunset"

You could feel the color drain from your face. You couldn't even tell Rhaenyra goodbye, you had to leave in that instance.

Your journey to Castle Valor was a day's journey aboard a ship across the sea to a land beyond the horizon of Westeros. House Valor was long held as a house that held true to its very title. If the world believed that morality was dead, Valor held the lifeline showing that it was not.

You arrived at your destination. A humble island nation, vast villages that dotted its landscape. The castle sat in the middle of the island, not massive by any stretch of the imagination but its stronghold told of its pride and honor.

The guards lead you directly to the throne room and there sat Lord Valor, an elderly man with a kind smile and eyes that told of a life time of heart aches. You kneel before the ruler.

"Lord Valor" you state, "I come on behalf of King Viserys as his emissary. I may not have a title but I will serve you to the best of my ability."

"Welcome my son" the older man greets you, rising from his throne and putting his hand on your shoulder, "we have much to talk about"

A day's journey became a few solid weeks. Rhaenyra's heart was only growing all the more fond of you in your absence. She found herself summoned to her father's throne room.

"Rhaenyra I have selected a husband for you" King Viserys states, not allowing any room for debate.

"What?" Rhaenyra's heart broke in that moment. She could only hope it was not with House Velaryon.

"You are of age and we must secure our borders with House Valor" Viserys explains. "Your betrothed will be arriving shortly."

"But Father I can't marry into House Valor" Rhaenyra tries to explain, "I am in love with-"

The doors of the throne room opened and you walked in, dressed in the royal dressing of House Valor. You carried yourself calmly with every bit of might and pride that a prince would.

"Your majesties" you offer a bow to the two royals. Rhaenyra could feel her heart fluttering at the sight of you.

"Ser Y/N of House Valor" Viserys smiles, catching the smile already forming on Rhaenyra's face. "Glad you could make it."

The truth was that while you were not of noble birth or of privileged title, the lord of House Valor was in search of a successor. A kind man, beloved by all under the banner of his house, he did not have any children or heirs to speak of. Viserys had been in talks with Lord Valor for a while. The king noticed your own sense of morality and kindness, especially to Rhaenyra. Viserys offered you and your sword up as a potential successor. So Lord Valor took you in and named you his 'son'. You had spent the last few weeks learning all that you could from your newly adoptive father. And with it, you finally realized that you could wed the princess. Your heart was brimming with joy over that mere thought.

You walk up to Rhaenyra and gently kiss her hand, "if my lady will have me, i would treasure each second of the day with you."

"I think this marriage is more than agreeable," the young princess giggled, tears beginning to stream down her porcelain face. You pull her into your arms and kiss her tenderly. She wraps her arms around your neck, holding you close.

You briefly look to King Viserys who gives you a wink as you guide Rhaenyra out of the throne room.

[bi-disaster-yn]

My Most Sacred Vow

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!Reader

Summary: When Reader is betrothed to Daemon, she and Rhaenyra promise themselves to each other with a secret wedding.

A/N: I’m gonna miss Milly as Rhaenyra so much my gf :(( also is anyone else feeling Emily Carey as Alicent? She’s beautiful too and I can’t find fics for her so pls send me recs (or let me know if ppl want Alicent fics…)

Your wedding to Daemon was only days away. To your family and to the rest of the realm this seemed to be a great honour, marrying into the royal family and becoming a princess. However, to you it was a great tragedy. He was the wrong Targaryen and only you and Rhaenyra knew that.

Had the world been different or if either you or your beloved Rhaenyra had been born a boy then you would have put pressure on your family to secure a match with her instead. You loved her with such an intense passion that you a purpose and a reason to breathe. To know Rhaenyra was to love her and you knew her better than anyone.

To marry Daemon would be a fiction and an insult to your true feelings.

Rhaenyra had taken the news of your betrothal particularly badly. She didn’t speak to her father or uncle for weeks and avoided pouring your own father’s cup at small council meetings. At night, you would sneak into her room and you would cling to each other desperately, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to do this once you were married. 

It made her feel sick. The thought of Daemon’s hands and mouth on you where hers should be. Another cruel twist of fate having been born a woman. She pledged that when she became queen, she would change things and steal you back from her uncle. It consumed her thoughts beyond reason and kept her awake to ungodly hours.

Then it occurred to her, there was something she could still do to claim you. Marriage itself was nothing but a contract on paper. The vows only meant something when they were acted upon. If anything, Daemon certainly was not going to remain loyal to you. Nor was he going to play the role of the dutiful husband. Marriage is a political arrangement, he had told Rhaenyra. If that were true, then he surely would have no problem with his niece taking his bride as her own.

Rhaenyra decided that you would have your own wedding, promising yourselves to one another before you would have to leave and start your apocryphal role as Daemon’s wife.

Once Rhaenyra had something in her head, it was impossible for her to dispose of the idea. Not only that, she didn’t do things half-heartedly. This had to be special. It had to be perfect.

You were only too happy to accept Rhaenyra’s proposal, which came after a peaceful afternoon ride on Syrax. In her riding leathers, Rhaenyra had gotten down on one knee and presented you with a necklace that had been in the Targaryen family for centuries. She proclaimed that while in public you would continue the Targaryen name with Daemon but in private you should devote yourself to her.

You kept it on always, hidden underneath your dress at all times and close to your heart. In times of anxiety or distress, you would clutch on to it, feeling comforted by Rhaenyra’s love for you and proud that you would get to take her as your wife.

***

The twilight settling brought a light breeze, causing the sea of tiny flames dancing on the candles to accelerate in rhythm. A slight chill accompanied the breeze but any effect it may have on you or Rhaenyra was set-off by the warmth in each other.

Allies within the Red Keep entrusted and alibis created, you had set out on your divine mission together on the back of Syrax.

The cave was a nostalgic choice for a wedding, it was a place where Rhaenyra would often come as a child once she’d learnt how to ride a dragon. You were the only other person who had borne witness to it. Much like the ceremony you were hosting together tonight, it was your little secret.

She had forged a temple so that you could announce your love to one another, complete with candles and markings in the wall of your favourite poetry in high Valyrian. At the entrance to the cave, she had set up blankets and pillows so that you could spend your wedding night together under the stars. In amongst the ceremonial decorations there lay a dragon egg which was her wedding gift to you. After-all, this was the night that you were to become a dragon.

You looked around with adoration before looking back at her, having never felt more confident. She smiled back at you, slightly blushing but all the same proud of herself for the efforts she had went to for the occasion. 

Her dress was made of gold satin. In fact, it was her very best but this was a special occasion and was befitting for it. She liked the luxury and status of gold, which made it a fine colour for her to be married in. Slung over her arm was a traditional Targaryen cloak made of black satin and had the famous three-headed dragon sigil sewn into it in red. When she wrapped it round you then you would become a Targaryen days earlier than the rest of the world expected.

Your own dress was red with black detailing, with a neckline low enough that it would show your necklace. In keeping with Westerosi tradition where a bride would wear the colours of her husband’s house, you intended this for Rhaenyra. 

Luckily, the seamstress didn’t question your choice for your new dress, assuming that it was a bid to please Daemon. She complimented your choices and would spread word of your commitment to the match; a fortunate coincidence to allow you to keep up appearances.

“Ready?” Rhaenyra almost whispered. It was unnecessary as there wouldn’t be another soul for miles. But the setting was just too intimate and too special that she didn’t want to ruin it with her usual outspokenness.

“Ready.” You answered, grinning at her and feeling safe in her presence.

Rhaenyra took the cloak from her arm and wrapped it round your frame, tying it together delicately at the front. She indulged in a moment to take you in, wearing her house colours and her cloak all for her. It was mesmerising, that someone she loved could be so devoted to her. Daemon certainly did not deserve you.   

“With this cloak I take you under my protection.” She started, taking your hands in hers.  

“I promise to love no other and take you as you are. I will serve the realm and the people but I will always bear you in mind. I promise you first refusal, and that you will always have a place by my side. I will protect you and care for you. I will give you my bannermen, ships or any future dragons I may have should you wish it. I will devote myself to you entirely. I promise this as my most sacred vow.” 

Rhaenyra was confident and poised in her speech, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. Although it was rehearsed, it had clearly been agonised over and it meant everything to you to hear those words come from her. It marked her incredible devotion that she usually conveyed with touch or acts of service.

You smiled tearily at her and it earned a little giggle from Rhaenyra, clearly proud of herself for inspiring such emotion from you.

“How did I do?” She asked with pride, clearly aware of her own success.

“Very good.” You smiled back, gently brushing your tears away with your thumb and readying yourself for your own vows.

“I promise that I will devote myself to you entirely. I will take a husband in name only but everything else I give unto you. Any children I may bear are to be considered yours. I will serve you as my Princess and future Queen before I consider my husband and will always put your needs first. I promise this as my most sacred vow.”

Your delivery was more direct than you thought it would be due to your choked throat. Rhaenyra seemed pleased with your speech, content to have been given her proper place within your heart.

The princess placed her hands on either side of your face and finalised the marriage with pulling you in for a deep and loving kiss. Kissing Rhaenyra was always stunning and natural and true. She was tender, holding her hands against your cheeks gently while yours found her waist, pulling her as close as humanly possible.

A wedding is intended to bind two souls into one forever. As the kiss deepened, the further your souls and hearts connected and forged in love. The fire of the dragon now burned within you, surging through your veins the longer that Rhaenyra held you and would remain there for all time coming. You were a Targaryen now and you were bounded to your love for life.

As she pulled you down on to the pillows beneath you, she mumbled something against your lips in between kisses.

“Hello, wife.”

[nonconfy]

🐉 Day 3 of #rhaegonsweek 🐉

When I wake up, I'm afraid Somebody else might take my place...

Me and @twentyfiveweek (on X/twitter & telegram) did a collab in collab and we're excited to bring you our third Rhaegons this week, but only going forward and passing the baton to @sleepwalker-02-artist !🐉

[rhaenerystargaryen]

Hi! Could you write about Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem! Reader? The reader is Alicent's sister (she is mute from birth), after Alicent is joined in marriage with Viserys, Rhaenyra and the reader becomes closer, Rhaenyra trying to communicate with signs and other fluffy things 🥺

Thanks in advance! ✨

little dove

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x mute!fem!reader

synopsis: rhaenyra wants your attention, so the two of you play a game.

warnings: none

wc: 0.5k

"y/n?" rhaenyra's voice echoed along the walls. the two of you had met when your sister, alicent, wed the king, rhaenyra's father.

you felt bad for rhaenyra. her closest friend bound to marry her father was criminal, but there was nothing you could do to stop it.

turning your head to the side you were met with rhaenyra's gaze. her long, white hair shining in the sun made her look like an angel.

"what are you thinking about?" she asked, patting her lap. scooting closer to her you felt shy, not because you were mute, but because you had the princess rhaenyra urging you sit on her lap.

seeing as you were hesitating, she pulled you right into her embrace and into her lap.

"you know, it's rude to deny the princess what she wants," her hands wrapped around your frame, your eyes forced to gaze up at her.

you wanted to say sorry, but you couldn't. you just looked down.

"i'm just playing games with you," she laughed seeing your guilty face. the vibrations radiating off of her when she laughed echoed deep in your body.

"can i guess what you are thinking?" she asked. nodding you looked up at her. taking that as a 'yes' she leaned against the weirwood tree. your face now laying on her chest.

"well," she started, "does it have something to do with your sister?" rhaenyra asked, now starting to play with your hair.

she knew alicent and you didn't get along that well. she always outshone you and all because you were mute, but that wasn't why your mind was clouded.

shaking your head 'no' rhaenyra let out a 'hmph' and looked up at the tree. your eyes went to scan her face. she looked lost in the clouds. you rose from her chest and sat up right. rhaenyra snapped out of her trance and looked at you.

"what are you doing?" she asked grabbing your arms, pulling you closer to her.

you rose from her chest once again and before she could pull you back down you were the one now grabbing her arms.

"little dove," her voice was hard. not the soft rhaenyra who had been playing games with you a couple seconds ago. your body couldn't hide your emotions as you shrugged your shoulders 'what?' and your lips curled into a smirk.

scoffing, rhaenyra closed her eyes, "you really are a piece of work sometimes," her tone wasn't malicious. you could hear the humor in her voice. you bit your lip and felt her body tense at the sight.

"y/nnn," she whined. your smiling face only teased her more.

"let's play a game," you rolled your eyes at the statement making rhaenyra laugh.

"okay okay," she leaned into you, foreheads now touching.

"do you want to go up to my room?" her hot breath fanned your face. outstretching your arms you wrapped them around her neck. this was sign that you wanted rhaenyra to carry you.

"only if i carry you?" she asked, already wrapping her arms around your waist. nodding your head 'yes' she stood up and signaled you to wrap your legs around her waist. while doing so she placed a kiss on your forehead.

"my little dove."

[lazygurl]

Masterlist:

BlackPink:

Playing Detectives - Kim Jennie x Streamer!Fem!Reader

Their girlfriend being buff - Reaction

Billions Love - Stripper!Lisa x Rich G!P Loser!Fem Reader

Aespa:

B.O.D.Y - Kim Minjeong x Former Soldier!Fem Reader

Their girlfriend calling them wife - Reaction

Illit:

Ship Dynamics - Headcanon

New Jeans:

The playlist of your relationship - Headcanon

Bodyguard - Kim Minji x Bodyguard!Fem Reader

Le Sserafim:

Eyes Don't Lie - Kim Chaewon x Foreigner Actress!Fem Reader

Red Velvet:

Yet to come...

Kiss of life:

Mine and only mine - Han Julie x Nerd!G!P Fem Reader

Jenna Ortega:

Yet to come...

Margot Robbie:

Sultry - Margot Robbie x Younger!Fem Reader

Reneé Rapp:

Yet to come...

Florence Pugh:

Swear? - Princess Irulan x Swordswoman!Fem Reader

Halle Bailey:

My Woman - Halle Bailey x Fem!Reader

Bruna Marquezine:

Blue...BEATLES? - Bruna Marquezine x Fem!Reader

Melissa Barrera:

Yet to come...

Milly Alcock:

My Super Girl - Milly Alcock x Producer!Fem Reader

The Devil Whispers in My Ears - Rhaenyra Targaryen x Dark Creature!Fem Reader

Smau/Series:

Farmer Girl? (Aespa Karina smau inspired by Stardew Valley)

Too Lost For You, Too Late For Me - Rhaenyra Targaryen x Guard!Fem Reader (Series)

Snippets of my full OC original work from wattpad.