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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 1 year

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Dark Aemond/Dark!Aegon x reader modern au;

The devil made us sin

Concept: It is 2023 in Westeros, King's Landing. Crimelord Viserys Targaryen's drugs imperium fell down hard and was divided over his two children Aegon and Rhaenyra. The elections are coming up and Baaros Baratheon plans to take the seat of King's Landing and become president in this surreal strange westeros. You are the daughter of Lord Beesbury and your life gets complicated when it turns out that you have a famous doppelganger.

Warnings: Kidnapping forced marriage, celebrities, sex tapes, westeros made up drugs, drugs, drugsdealing, killing, prostitution and mention of torture and *reads notes * scattering around body parts...

ENJOY

The title is the tribute to my favourite fanfic out there. It has been deleted. The fanfic is inspired by this but I did respect the author enough that I wanted different things♡

Okay enough bullshit let's go

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The year is 2023. King's Landing has changed, and so has our story. We now see King's Landing in modern times where families still fight for power, justice, and love.

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Aegon Targaryen has always been one to lurk. From the top of his Penthouse in the Lion's Claws, he has a good view at the city. The people are nothing but little dots waiting for a hammer to smash them like the useless ants they are.

It is 7:15 according to his computer. And he is already drinking a good glass of wine. Imported from Dorne, like most of his export trades.

His brother enters his office before slamming a newspaper on his desk. Aegon reads the headlines and frowns when he sees the smirking bitch face of a young women. Close to Aemond's age. 'This is going to be our solution.' Aegon worries. He has been worrying about the territory for some time now. Rhaenyra and her playboy take away more and more from him with every day that passes.

It did not help that the former torture guy also betrayed Aegon and ran to her side. Aemond has taken over the torture sessions, and Aegon think it is doing wonders for his mental health to sometimes cut people and to take away parts of their bodies.

His brother's sapphire eye glances at him when he walk away from the window. Aegon patiently waits for Aemond to explain himself.

'A newspaper?' He asks, confused.

Cole still stands by Aegons' side and keeps guard.

'I think Aemond is referring to what's on the newspaper.' He dryly says.

Aegon shoots him a hateful glare. 'No shit.' He growls out.

Aemond starts his explanation. 'She is single.' He says, referring to the woman. If the things that that show implied about her are half true, than that does not surprise Aegon at all.

The Green King sits down on his desk chair. 'Like most women. What do you want with her?' He is curious what his brother wants with this women. She is not his usual taste.

The Kinslayer keeps his hands on the table and points to the stag on the girls' shirt. 'I have a plan, but I need your approval first before we set steps. If we mess this up, we can be risking our entire organisation.' He says that like the organisation isn't in trouble right now. Every day that passes is a slap to what crimelord Viserys Targaryen had build. When he died, his son and daughter fought over his territory turning King's Landing into two separate areas.

Whatever it is that Aemond is suggesting, this needs to be good and it needs to be a realistic plan.

'It better be a good plan.' Aegon leans back and waits for his brother to start telling.

'It is.' He sound so eager. Like when they were both boys again.

'So, this girl is called Floris.' He taps the picture of a snooty looking tall girl rocking a fur coat with tall boots and glittery jeans in a white shirt with a stag on it.

Aegon frowns. 'I saw that bitch before...' He mutters.

Cole nods.

'She had her sex tape leaked to What's Westeros.' Aemond nearly drops his newspaper, and even Aegon has trouble with the idea of Cole, their parental figure enjoying porn.

Aegon shakes away that thought.

'No, not from that. Is she famous or something?' He asks.

Aemond nods. 'Yes. Over 15 million people follow her on Dragongra. She has been in TV shows and films. Her daddy wants to become the next president of King's Landing. Rumour is, he does not like what we did to the place.' There is a brief proud smirk on Aemond's lips when he tells that.

His brother nods in agreement but can't fight a small smirk as well. 'You did scatter the remains of that Strong asshole everywhere, when you were done torturing him.' It was a sight to behold when the body parts started washing up ashore everywhere, and Aemond delivered the head of Luc to Rhaenyra's house. He also attached a small microphone and could hear how hard Rhaenyra screamed when she realised what was done to her son.

He and Aegon bursted into laughter at that, and the Black Queen then found out someone was listening in. She destroyed the microphone but they didn't mind it. Aemond still counts that as his best victory. Kickstarting this wonderful war. 'He asked for it. So did his annoying mommy whore.' He says proudly.

He continues his case.

'The laws on anti drugs will change if he comes to power. We are already risking 5 years in prison, the guys worry this is going to end up like fucking Dorne and that we spend 20 years if we get caught sniffing a bit of Drac* in the bathroom.'

'How will his daughter help?' Aegon asks a bit bored.

'That is the beauty of it, Aegon. She will be our little hostage. Surely we can motivate her father this way to stay the fuck out of our business.'

He does not like the sound of that. This girl made a porn for fucks sake. She eyes spoiled entitled and annoying. How will they keep her in track and make her behave?

'And if she won't behave? Have you thought about that? If he won't cooperate anyway? This whole plan sounds like a risk, and I already lost so much territory as it is!' He didn't mean to shout, but he did.

His brother grabs his hands.

'We'll get it back, we'll double it, and when I find that silver haired whore that mothered all those bastards, I'll cut her into pieces and scatter her useless body everywhere.' The Kinslayer promises. 'I was thinking of forcing Floris to by my wife. How does that sound? We can profit from this if we do this right. If we don't....Well: I'm already wanted in the Storm Lands so...'

Aegon gives him a glare. 'You'll get her, but you'll only get her for the blackmail. You don't get feelings for her, you don't care for her and you won't risk anything for her. If I do notice you getting feelings, I'll chop off your cock.' Aemond nods accepting that that is the deal.

Aegon sighs but accepts.

'Get that Stag bitch.'

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/A/N

When I tell you that Drac is short for Dracerys and that its a drug made in Essos and that it looks like black ashes and that you sniff it so you feel as IF YOU WERE RIDING A DRAGON.

That's how bad the Lore is of thus fanfic. It's full of westeros drugs.

Short one because I suck at modern things and wanted to let everyone kind of share their opinion on this monstrosity

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writingmaidenwarrior · 2 months

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The Cards We Got Dealt Part 4 - Sin Eaters AU

This is for the prompt "Reach"

Warnings for talk about sex, minor foreplay, nudity in a non-sexual moment

Tagging @cljordan-imperium @jezifster @noblebs

The human heart is a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars. Giotto di Bondone

Armed with drinks and food Talindra guided them to a more secluded area at her camp space. Her people nodded at them and smiled encouraging. The feeling that those who were around were in favor of Wynthan as her partner rose in her.

She looked up at him, but he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for the moments. Curiosity what happened at his clan was hard to contain until they reached the spot she aimed for. A chuckled escaped her when a few women ran past them with a conspirative giggle only to find the spot decorated with a few colorful blankets and cushions moments later.

“Unbelievable…”

“Seems like your clan has the same idea as mine,” Wynthan stated amused.

“Good to see they are on the same wave.”

In a respectful distance stood two warriors to ensure no one would disturb them. Wynthan was the first who put down their food and found a place to sit. Still exhausted from the fights and her unplanned use of magic, Talindra followed a little stiff. She shook away the feeling of being a newborn doe and breathed out long.

“Are you in pain?”

“Just my hurt pride,” she joked, “I really should have learned to stay in control of my emotions by now.”

“The fire outburst?”

Wynthan’s gaze lingered on her inquiring but also analyzing. It was a mixture of waiting for an answer and checking if she was well and not hiding any wounds. She hit his shoulder playful.

“I am fine, don’t worry. Just my hunger for the victory got in the way, and the fact she started using magic first.”

“Of course, she did,” Wynthan shook his head chuckling, “I should have known. Mel has a habit of using those little tricks.”

With a hum she picked on the piece of stuffed bread unsure how to start the conversation they need to have. The knowledge of everyone being in the know about them hung over her like a sword and the fact the duel of Wynthan and Ylvante was still in three days was also a problem.

Unexpected, Wynthan took her hand and made her stop with a worried smile.

“Don’t you think talking is better than destroying the poor bread?”

“I don’t know how to start all this. This wasn’t planned. None of this. I didn’t come here with the intention to find a partner no matter what the clan elder want because I had other priorities, like keeping the clan stable after becoming their leader. There are still some who are just waiting for me to make a mistake and call for a trial.”

Softly he kissed her knuckle.

“I understand this. Neither did I come to find a partner, even if my mother annoyed me since we started traveling preparations. The more I think about it, the more I am sure my siblings set me up to become the leader because I am the youngest of us.”

Confused Talindra watched how he took the bread from her and put it aside, only to pull her closer. She ended up knee to knee with him.

“I think we both are already sure, no matter what, we want to continue the alliance between our clans.”

“That is for sure. Even more after what Orthenyr did. We can be sure Ylvante will follow his footsteps.”

Talindra took his hands from her shoulder and laid them back in his lap, her gaze in their hands.

“There is more, isn’t it?” Wynthan softly nudged.

She took a deep breath and nodded but kept silent. He squeezed her hands slightly.

“Before you make up your mind, I want to get something off my chest.”

Now it was Wynthan who took a deep breath what made Talindra look up questioning. He was tensed, and his eyes danced around unsure.

“Those last seven years… I never stopped thinking about you. I know it was just a gathering romance back then, we both agreed to it, and it was wonderful as long as it lasted but I couldn’t forget you. If it weren’t for Gilmyrn and Melleis becoming partners and being on my back since we came back the last time, I would have never gotten to the point to decide to join the next caravan to your clan and find you.”

“But you never did.”

He licked his lips multiple times and took another deep breath with a weak, embarrassed smile. Everything in Talindra tensed like a bow string about what he would say next.

“No. The day I wanted to tell my mother she declared her retirement and everything to find a new leader got into motion. I couldn’t leave the clan. I was so foolish to think, I could do it once it was all over but …”

“You never considered to become the leader?” Talindra snickered.

For some reason, she was relieved about his miscalculation.

“No, I didn’t. Technically all of them are as good as me.”

She reached out for his face and stroked his cheek with a soft smile.

“Wynthan?”

“Yeah?” he breathed.

She leaned in for a soft kiss on his lips and smiled.

“It was almost the same with me,” she still smiled only inches apart from his face, “For some time I didn’t want to admit it until my sister and Kylantha kicked my butt across the clan for being so stupid to no realizing I caught fire for you. Three times I wanted to join the caravans to your clan but lost courage, afraid to find you with a partner.”

“And then your clan leader stepped down.”

“Yeah, I was finally so fed up with myself that I would have joined the caravan for real but then… I already told you the options we had.”

Simultaneously they sighed and leaned their foreheads against each other, the base of their horns slightly touching. His hand came up to her neck and gently massage the base of her skull.

“I will never make you decide between me or your clan, my fire heart.”

“It will come to this, Wynthan. Either this or mixing our clans.”

“Which I will neither force onto you nor your people,” he said serious.

“There is no other way for us.”

“There is.”

“What do you mean?” Talindra wondered surprised.

The small smile on Wynthan’s face should have been a warning.

“I will step down as leader. I have four siblings who can take over the place, two of them have partners. My clan is stable, this won’t be any issue. Your clan on the other side is only one middle sized uproar away from a big disaster and both clans need to be stable for what will happen the next years.”

She jumped back with her upper body, staring at him in disbelieve. Wynthan still looked at her all serious, waiting for her to say something.

“You are insane. You just got welcomed at the circle of clan leaders.”

“And they will welcome a new one the next gathering. I am dead serious. I got told to not come back until we sorted this out, and this is the only way it serves both clans in the best way.”

“I can’t ask you to do this.”

Talindra got up and started pacing around up and down the place.

“You don’t. I offer.”

“Still, I can’t accept. If you are right and your siblings did set you up to become leader, there must be a reason.”

Wynthan stifled a laughter and got up as well. Gently he stepped into her path and stopped her pacing.

“They simply didn’t want to fill the position but didn’t have the courage to decline right away. You don’t know my mother. She can be pretty frightening.”

For some reason, she couldn’t explain it made Talindra laugh. She fell into his chest.

“You don’t want to deal with her, can it be?”

“Let’s say, it is time for my siblings to have her breathing down their necks.”

The mischievous grin of him turned her laughter into something hysterical and she almost fell back into the blanket. So much tension fell of her as he grabbed her and guided her back down in the ground before she could hurt herself.

Talindra shook her head with one amused sigh and fell on her back, glancing up the sky.

“Still, I can’t allow this. They need you as much as my people need me.”

His shadow fell over her as his body moved over hers, with his hands left and right of her torso and him smiling down on her.

“Good for me, I am the leader and don’t need to listen to you yet.”

“I am serious. Don’t rush this. I haven’t planned to get a partner and the elders will have to deal with me having none. It’s not uncommon for a leader.”

Wynthan laid down next to her and pushed some pearl strings out of her face that annoyed him.

“Think about my suggestion. Don’t push it away like a fly.”

“There must be another option. I refuse to accept this as the only ones,” Talindra narrowed her eyes at the sky and raised her hand as if this would bring the solution she was looking for into her reach.

Wynthan took her hand and pulled it over to him to place small kisses over it.

“Why not make it a problem for tomorrow?”

“Yes, that sounds good.”

She stretched and tried to figure out how far away her cabin would be.

“You clan doesn’t want to see you until this is sorted?”

“Right, I am basically without shelter,” Wynthan stated in mock despair, all while he continued his path from her hand up to her elbow with kisses.

Giggles escaped her and the idea of what that would mean for tonight wandered through her mind.

“Well, I know everyone will partake at tonight’s dances and it’s my duty to offer hospitality…”

“My savior…”

His words were murmured hot against her skin, sending hot and cold shivers through her.

“Tomorrow is nothing we need to be around for, right?”

“Right, only those events for those without a partner. Can be dealt by our advisers…”

Wynthan had popped himself up on his elbow and placed small promises of kisses along her collarbone. Talindra grabbed the stuffed bread she almost laid upon and placed it between them. Appalled he frowned at her.

“We should eat first, before we leave for the night.”

Her wink got answered by a naughty smile.

“I almost for got that upon seeing a more delicious meal.”

“Charmer.”

The next day came with some slight summer rain that poured in a gentle but steady rhythm against the roof of the cabin and let Talindra curl up even more into Wynthan. Still half asleep he placed a kiss on her nose and murmured something incomprehensible but still it made her smile. She clearly could get used to wake up like this, all curled up in a comfortable bed under fluffy sheets in his arms.

On the other side there was so much at stake. Even after a hearty meal and Wynthan doing his best to make her mind stop working half the night, Talindra couldn’t ignore the fact he wanted to leave his clan behind for her just because he refused to investigate the other options. Even if those options aren’t the best.

With a small sigh she snuggled deeper into his chest. All her plans for this gathering had gone to ashes the moment she realized he was also a clan leader. Everything became a volcano the moment they met again at their spot, and it felt all too natural to continue where they left off. The gods must have their fun watching them, Talindra was sure of this.

“Stop agonizing about us, my fire heart,” Wynthan whispered in her ear.

His warm breath tickled her skin. A small smile replaced her sigh.

“I can’t. Since I got this stupid clan leader’s ornaments put on the first time I couldn’t stop worrying.”

Another kiss to her nose was the answer. His sleepy, disheveled look sent warmth through her in the most pleasant ways.

“Because you are a good leader.”

“I am not cut to lead…,” she murmured into his chest.

Gently he put a hand under her chin und pushed her face up to face him.

“You are.”

“No.”

“What makes you think so?”

Like the prey in front of a predator she Talindra froze. This was dangerous close to let her last secret known.

“Nothing, forget it.”

“Talindra, talk to me, if there is something bothering you.”

Wynthan’s hand moved from her chin over her shoulder down to her hip. The fact they were still naked didn’t help at all. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes as she took his hand and placed it back on his leg.

A confused gaze met her the moment she opened her eyes again, but he remained silent, waiting for her to speak. His patience sometimes was a curse.

“No real leader would need a partner who will rough them up.”

Wynthan’s confused glance got stronger for a moment but much to her surprise he started blinking with an amused snicker. The bed moved when he popped himself up on an elbow and looked down on her with a smirk.

“You think, I haven’t noticed by now?”

“What?”

He burst out laughing and left her starring at him in utterly disbelief.

“I noticed already during the last gathering you aren’t cut for the gentle and usual things. I honestly waited for the moment you growl at me and ask me to go rough on you.”

“You what?”

Like stung be a wasp she sat up in bed and glared at him.

“You heard me.”

This broad grin on his face made it hard for Talindra to not smack him.

“You played with me.”

“No,” Wynthan became dead serious and sat up properly as well, “I let you decide when you wanted to share. I didn’t expect you to feel so bad about your desires.”

“I didn’t…”

“Until you became the leader,” he simply stated.

A nod was all Talindra could do for an answer. He raised an arm for a hug she gratefully accepted.

“I said, I am not made for it.”

“The way you like to be fucked has nothing to do if you are a good leader or not, Talindra. You are comparing fish and fowl.”

For a while they sat like this, cuddled up against each other, following their own train of thoughts until Wynthan sighed thoughtful.

“If there would be a way to bring both clans together without one of them cease to exist…”

“What did you say?” Talindra raised her head with an idea.

“I was thinking out loud.”

“Yeah, but you might be onto something.”

The frown on his face told her he couldn’t follow. With a chuckle she kissed him and swung her feet out of bed.

“We need to see the rite master, now.”

“It was so comfortable,” he lamented with naughty gaze.

“And you can have it again, tonight. Now move you lovely ass.”

For reasons beyond her understanding her being pushy made Wynthan laugh but at least he followed her orders and got dressed.

The rain had turned the paths outside into some muddy, slippery somethings and their way up to the house of the rite master was longer than usual, but they made it. Outside of his house stood the rite master and sipped some tea. The smile on the old face made clear he expected them eventually.

“Good morning, clan leaders, you are faster than I estimated.”

Wynthan and Talindra looked at each other astonished and slightly shook their heads amused.

“You expected us,” she spoke first.

“I did since Wynthan challenged poor Ylvante for the duel, but I admit after you kept things hidden for so long, I expected you to come to me after the duel.”

“Really everybody knew…,” Wynthan shook his head in disbelief.

The rite master snickered.

“You know what they say: What happens at the gathering, stays at the gathering, but still, everyone remembers. But how can I help you?”

They sat down on the spare chairs beside him. Glances got exchanged who should explain the situation until Wynthan realized Talindra had no intention on explaining.

“We were wondering if there is a way to bring our clans together in a way that wouldn’t mean for one to cease to exist.”

For the length of a heartbeat the rite master simply looked at them and then burst out laughing, waving with his free hand.

“Oh, if this is all you need,” he stated between laughter.

“What is so funny about this?” Talindra inquired while trying to not get pissed off.

The rite master tried to regain composure but still snickered like he went mad.

“What you are asking about is becoming a new clan.”

“A new clan? That is possible?”

Wynthan’s surprise was as big as her.

“I never heard of that before,” she admitted.

“Because it had been generations since the last time this has been done. Back in the times there were as many clans as there were stars in the sky it was an almost regular thing. Especially with small clans when their leaders decided for more than just a simple alliance.”

Talindra ignored the wink the rite master threw them and licked her lips. Her eyes found Wynthan who had an equally thoughtful expression on his face.

“We would need the backing of the whole clan,” he mused aloud.

“And you need a new clan name. It can be as easy as mixing your old clan names into something new.”

The hand gestures of the rite master were distracting even if he tried to be helpful.

“Our territories are already next to each other. The trading point could become the leader’s village,” Talindra added to Wynthan’s thoughts.

“Yes, it would also work as trading point to the other clans close by.”

“I see, you are already having ideas. Why not make sure you clans are informed?”

Being brought back from their musings, they both blinked at the rite master.

“Yes, you are right. Thank you for helping.”

“Oh, not for this. Now you only need to sort this unpleasant thing with the duel and off you go.”

The way he declared the duel an unpleasant thing was almost comical if this wouldn’t be a serious duel that could end in a life-or-death situation. Talindra glanced at Wynthan who appeared slightly uncomfortable and pulled him with her to the path back to the gathering place.

Halfway down she stopped and pushed him against the stone outlier to kiss him hungrily.

“Wow… what was that for?”

His voice indicated he clearly didn’t mind. With a naughty smirk she pressed herself against him and put herself on tiptoes to face him.

“A reminder what your price will be after the duel. And once this issue is sorted, I want you to fuck me as rough as you can. Show me, I can fall into you.”

He growled low and kissed her with a force she never experienced from him before. The next moment she found herself with her back against the stone and instinctively pulled her legs up to wrap them around his hips.

“What about we send ravens to our clans about our plans, and you teach me how to please you right?” Wynthan whispered in her ear with a husky voice.

While one part of Talindra was busy comprehending how easily he went along with her needs, the other part of her was so turned on by his actions and debating about getting fucked right here and there.

“Sounds fantastic,” she moaned.

He nibbled on her earlobe. She even could feel his smile on her ear.

“Needy fire heart.”

She moaned again, and even harder when he pressed deeper into her, and she could feel his half erect dick.

“Bastard.”

“Just here to please you,” he chuckled.

The next moment his mouth was gone, and he untangled her from him. With wobbly legs Talindra came to stand again and glared daggers at him.

“You will so regret this.”

“We will see. But first we need to write messages. I like to have this sorted out by the end of the gathering.”

“Getting impatient?” she teased him with bumping into his hips.

“In more than one way. There are a lot of things we need to sort out if we really do this.”

For a moment, Talindra stopped and thought.

“You have doubts?”

“In the end it comes down to what out clan wants,” Wynthan turned around to her, “If they refuse to become a new one, even if this means we are a bigger one, we are back at the starting point.”

She looked to the sky, praying for some godly intervention before she closed the distance.

“Let’s hope we won’t.”

#writblr #writing #ockiss24 #the cards we got dealt #part 4 #fantasy #wynne writes

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agentplutonium · 8 months

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Haven’t talked about this fic much on here, so here’s an introduction I guess!

Like Real People Do a Imp!AU Sam/Darlin’ fic

Yes, a Sam/Darlin’ fic. In the Imperium. How, you ask? The magic of me being a fic writer and ✨rewriting canon✨. So, here’s how this went down: the night that Tank went after Quinn there was a bit of a ploy going on. The others believed that Tank and Quinn died in that fight but what really happened was Quinn kidnapped Tank and trained them to be his personal assassin. This fic starts a year after that night, with Quinn and Tank in a relationship and a new mission for Tank to play out. They were to kill a vampire who was close to Mass Maker status. Easy. They’ve done this plenty of times. However, there was something… different about Sam. He wasn’t as easy to kill, and oddly enough Tank didn’t want to. This fated meeting would throw Tank’s life into shambles, causing their entire world to shift beneath their feet. Truths are revealed, real intentions being shown, and now Tank has to find a way to take down Quinn before he gets his hands on them again… or worse, he kills everyone that they care about.

This fic is full of angst and drama, hurt/comfort, a sprinkle of amnesia, and of course fated mates (aka, one of my most favourite tropes ever).

This fic will forever be held close to my heart because I’ve worked on it for almost a year now, and it was one of the first redacted fics I’ve ever posted. I never imagined I’d put so much effort into a multi-chap (there are many, many, failed attempts at multi-chaps from my past fandoms) but I’m so glad that I’m sticking this one out because I really love it. Anyway! That’s the introduction from me, I hope that if you decide to check it out you’ll enjoy it ^^ There’s absolutely no pressure though, I just figured it was about time I shared one of my greatest achievements to this day :D

#plutonium_fanfiction #redacted audio #redacted imperium #redacted cataclysm #redactedverse #i don’t normally write sam/darlin’ but this is an exception #this fic is also immune to everything because i’m rewriting it which means technically nothing can be ooc #/j #but idk i just really like it :D

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Marked and Claimed

Imperium AU AU... enjoy! 2.3k words

CW: non-consensual trancing, biting, and feeding; also blood

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Ignoring the commotion outside, I stretched my aching wrists and looked at my progress at scrubbing the floor of the Spire’s throne room. How long had I been doing this day in and day out? One year? Two? Ten? No... it couldn’t have been that long.

Could it?

I shook my head and went back to scrubbing.

Quinn’s fangs gleaming in the darkness. David’s sharp teeth tearing into him while I took care of the pair of cronies.

Quinn breaking away from David. His fangs sinking into my throat.

Darkness...

Then the Spire. Queen-Imperial Sofia’s cruel look when I regained consciousness to the Healer sealing my wounds up.

I tried not to blame David. It wasn’t his fault. Quinn torturing my friend wasn’t David’s fault. But sometimes... sometimes I couldn’t help but blame him. If he hadn’t had eyes for Queen Sofia’s son’s unempowered partner, maybe Quinn wouldn’t have tortured my friend. Maybe David wouldn’t have died. Maybe it would have been me instead. Maybe he’d be the one kneeling on the cold, hard floor with a large sponge and his magic muted. It was hard to mute a shifter or vampire’s magic, but possible.

I shifted my weight to make my knees ache less and sighed.

A tone dinged over the comms system, indicating an announcement. I curled in on myself, waiting for Damien’s sharp voice to order the Enforcers around again. Maybe... no. It was too much to hope that he’d order the servants to release their hold on my magic and let me fight. He knew I’d turn on him the moment I had my wolf back.

“Hello, Imperium,” a low, gravelly voice said. “Not a fittin’ name for long, but... it’ll do for now.” The accent was distinctly Southern. “My name’s Sam. I’m speakin’ to you from the royal quarters of the Imperium Spire.” My jaw dropped. Someone had breached all that security to get to Damien? Or was this Sam lying to freak out the fighters outside? “And your ex-king is currently lickin’ the dirt from between my boot treads.”

“What the hell?” I whispered, looking up at the speakers, as if I could see this Southern Sam through them. The servants who had been supervising me all did the same, as surprised as I was.

“And those of you who still have a view screen intact, feel free to watch,” he continued.

He kept going on, and I realized he was a Mass-Maker vampire. He declared himself King Samuel Collins of Dahlia, inviting other Mass-Makers to vy for territory outside the capital.

The servants who had been supervising me all rushed out of the throne room. None of them even ordering me to follow them back to my cell in the basement.

After a moment, I felt my magic flood back into my body. They were out of range.

I didn’t immediately move to get up and run away. I would have liked to, but my knees were so stiff from kneeling on the cold floor that they wouldn’t obey me without warming them up and stretching them out.

Still, I finished scrubbing my spot on the floor out of sheer, stubborn pride before hurling the stupid sponge back into the bucket of dirty, soapy water at full force. Once the bucket stopped wobbling from how hard the sponge struck it, I started stretching. Slowly, to not aggravate my poor, stiff joints.

Once the ache had eased, I pushed myself to my feet. “Okay,” I muttered. “Just like riding a bike.”

I bent forward. Arms out and ready to land on all-fours once my hands were clawed paws, and reached for my magic for the first time in... who knew how long, now. My Threads shuddered. They were stiff too from being completely unused for so long.

“C’mon, Tanker,” I growled. “Come on!”

I tried to shift again. My Threads crackled like old, dried out rubber bands.

“C’mon. You can do this. You can get outta here. Maybe Ash and Milo are still alive—” I ground my teeth. “I have to get home.”

I yanked on my Threads again, burning my Core hot.

“C’mon. C’mon, c’mooon—”

Zip!

A hand closed around my throat and I was slammed into the wall. “An’ just what do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?” That same Southern voice. Full of condescension. I gagged, scrabbling with broken nails at skin too tough for me to pierce, weakened as I was. “That piece-a jewelry around your ankle marks you as one of the criminal slaves. You try to shift, and you might damn near crush your ankle bones.”

His hand around my throat disappeared. I sagged to all fours and gasped for air.

With a clang, the ankle tracker’s pressure disappeared.

“Wh... why?” I choked out, looking up at him. “Why let me go?”

He scoffed. “I’m not. You’re a shifter. I recognize the aura—and that tattoo on your arm. Shaw Pack’s symbol, right?”

I looked at the moon—full, with a crescent carved out of one side. Tattooed to my deltoid when my wolf manifested. Claimed by the Shaw Pack. Gabe had been a good man in a bad world, trying to keep his wolves safe as best he could. But he’d had my arm tattooed with his claim before I could say “no” or “wait”. A blessing disguised as a curse at the time, I supposed.

“Yeah,” I replied.

The vampire’s silver gaze bored into me. “Hmm. Shaw Pack’s—mostly—still alive,” he said.

“If you’re not letting me go,” I ground out around gulping for air, “why remove the tracker?”

“I’m Sam,” he said.

“I heard,” I retorted.

“What do they call you?”

“Tank,” I replied.

He raised a brow. “What kinda person names their child ‘Tank’?”

“I never said that was my name,” I retorted, pushing to my feet finally. “You asked what they call me. And they call me Tank.”

Sam looked amused. “Hmm. And why’s that?”

I looked at my ragged tank top and half-shredded jeans. All the exposed scars on bare skin. “Take a guess.”

His eyes roved me. Slowly.

I stayed standing where I was. I knew better than to try and outrun a vampire, and I couldn’t fight a Mass-Maker with an army at his disposal that he could invoke to overwhelm me. But tension coiled in my muscles, ready to lunge if I had to. In whatever direction.

A smile spread up his face as his fangs extended, pressing into his lower lip. “Oh, you’ll do nicely,” he said.

I couldn’t take a step back since I was already up against a wall, but I pressed my back to it out of instinct. “For... for what?” I asked, eyeing his fangs. Quinn’s face flashed through my mind’s eye, replacing Sam’s in front of me for an instant. I swallowed thickly, pressing one hand into the wall behind me like I could melt into it. I knew how to phase through clothing when shifting, but not solid stone.

Sam folded his arms, regarding me. He stopped taking in my scars and sized up the rest of me. “Well, every king needs a trusted general, right?”

“You don’t know me. ‘Trusted’ is beyond a stretch.”

“Maybe. But I’m sure I can trust you to do as I say if I also warn you that steppin’ outta line will bring nothin’ but pain.”

I looked at my scars again. “Pain’s an old friend,” I said softly.

“Not to you, darlin’. No.” Sam shook his head. “To that pack-a yours.”

My blood ran cold.

Sam’s smile widened. “Ah. Struck a nerve, did I?”

“Why me? Why not one of your progeny who can’t lie to you and you can ensure will follow your orders?”

Sam made a face. “Where’s the fun in that, darlin’? You’re tough, given those scars. I imagine you’re capable.” He leaned closer to me. I smelled blood on his breath. “And sometimes,” he whispered, “it’s more fun to make someone dance just because I can, rather than because I’m forcin’ ‘em to with magic.”

“Piss off,” I muttered, no real fight behind the words.

“Careful, darlin’,” Sam warned, pinching my chin and forcing me to face him. “Your friends’ lives may hang in the balance if you push me.”

I snarled. “Don’t. Touch. My. Pack.”

He let me go forcefully, knocking my head into the stone wall. “Well now. That all depends on you, doesn’t it?”

I bared my teeth. Sam did the same.

“Let’s put it this way,” he growled out, “serve under me as my general as a shifter, or serve under me as my general as a vampire.”

My stomach dropped straight through the floor.

He pinched my chin again. “That said... you would make a gorgeous thrall,” he mused. “Pretty little thing like you? All musclebound but sittin’ in my lap on that throne, barely wearin’ a thing...” He glanced over his shoulder at the throne and tsked. “Ain’t gonna deny that’s quite the temptation.”

I ripped my chin out of his grip with a jerk of my head. “Fine,” I spat. “I’ll be your general. As a shifter.”

He smiled that fanged smile again. “Knew you’d see things my way, darlin’.”

I clenched my jaw.

“But first, to Mark you as mine,” he said.

I couldn’t dodge out of the way fast enough. He grabbed me by the shoulders, sinking his fangs into my neck. My shocked scream couldn’t make it past those teeth.

I knew the pulling sensation of him drinking my blood too well.

Quinn’s laughter ringing sinisterly in my ear. David’s bark as he tried to rip the leech’s throat out—

Then Sam’s fangs were gone and he let me go.

I stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape, covering where he bit me with one hand. I didn’t feel any blood on my fingers. He’d healed me as he extracted his fangs.

He licked my blood off his fangs and lips, smiling smugly. “Damn, darlin’,” he said. “Are all shifters that tasty or is it just you?”

I didn’t answer.

“A’right. Next order-a business.” His silver eyes flared red. “Hold still.” The trance swept over me. I couldn’t move. I tried, but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate. “Markin’ you lets other Mass-Makers and vamps know you’re mine... but non-vamps won’t. Yet.”

He trailed the nail of his pointer finger over the tattoo on my arm, leaning his face close to it.

“Mm... what’s one more scar?” he mused quietly.

“Don’t rip off my tattoo,” I choked out.

“Rip off?” he quoted incredulously. “Darlin’, what sorta monster do you think I am?”

I didn’t have a safe answer to that, so I didn’t say anything.

He exhaled out his nose in what was almost a chuckle. “I’m not gonna rip off your tattoo. But... this is gonna hurt. In order to leave a scar, it has to.”

Before I could protest, he sunk his fangs into my deltoid. I almost screamed, but swallowed it down.

He ripped his fangs out of my deltoid, letting blood rush down my arm from the punctures. He’d put one fang at the top and bottom of the line art of my moon. The rest of the tattoo was left perfectly alone and intact.

He licked my blood off his fangs and lips again. “Never gonna get over that taste. But we can talk about that later.” He winked at me—

And the trance broke.

I slouched a bit, covering the wounds he’d left on my arm with one hand to staunch the blood. I glared at him but didn’t say anything. Another claim laid on me before I could say “no” or “wait.”

I doubted this one would be a blessing disguised as a curse later, though.

—

I stood behind where Sam was seated on the throne to the right. He hadn’t stopped, in the last few weeks, making comments about me sitting on his lap with barely any clothes on while on the throne, but I’d been ignoring them.

In some ways, he wasn’t as bad as I thought he’d be.

In others, he was worse.

The door to the throne room opened.

A vampire pushed in a familiar figure.

“Asher!” I exclaimed, surprise making me unable to stop myself.

My friend’s amber eyes widened. “Tank!”

He rushed at me.

In an instant, Sam was blocking his path. “That’s close enough,” he snarled. He shot a glance at me over his shoulder. “You weren’t kiddin’ about the nickname, darlin’.”

I shrugged but didn’t reply.

“Tank—what—how the hell are you still alive?” Asher demanded, leaning around Sam to see me. “I buried you.”

“I don’t remember. Everything went black and I woke up in the Spire to Healers putting me back together.”

“And you’ve been here ever since?” Asher’s eyes were watery.

I pointed to the scarring around my ankle from the tracker’s rubbing burns and nodded. “Two years.”

“Oh my God...” Asher whispered.

“That’s enough,” Sam put in forcefully. “I didn’t summon you here, Alpha, for you to play catch-up with my general.”

“Alpha?” I demanded.

“General?” Asher repeated in the same tone as mine.

Sam leveled a sharp, metallic glare at me. I straightened my spine and stood at reluctant attention. Asher watched my movements and a muscle flickered in his jaw.

Sam sat back on his throne. “Now. We have business to discuss about your pack remainin’ in Dahlia,” he remarked. His eyes met mine and a trance hit me again. “C’mere, darlin’.”

My muscles obeyed even though my brain rebelled.

I circled the throne and sat in his lap. Asher bared his teeth, but didn’t move closer.

“There we go,” Sam remarked, putting an arm nonchalantly around my waist and relaxing against the back of the throne. “Now. Let’s chat, shall we?”

—

Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @mainhoesstuff

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Sam #Redacted Darlin'#Sam Collins #Darlin'#Sam #featuring #Asher #Starlit Fic

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WIP Title Compilation

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by: @envydean

Let's see if I can actually find my WIP drafts.

NOTE: I did, and holy fucking shit to all of this. I don't even remember half of these. I shouldn't be surprised that there are so many since I've been writing for years and also have ADHD. This is insane.

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Whumptober: Day 12

Whouffle

Vent Fic

Three Birds, One Stone: Safe Space Breakdown Excerpt

Three Birds, One Stone: Random Scene

Three Birds, One Stone: Possible Excerpt

Three Birds, One Stone: Dean's Nightmare

Three Birds, One Stone: Chapter 6, Excerpt 2

Three Birds, One Stone: Chapter 6 Excerpt

The Sins of Heaven: Deleted Scene (Chapter 26)

The Nightingale and His Pet

The Laws of Infernality: Deleted Scenes

The Awakening: Prologue

Staying Overnight: Chapter ?

SPN Cope Fic

Splintered: Excerpts

Spartan AU

Sam & Jess (With Luci Watching)

Rotting Inside Sequel

Rituals

Random

Possible Staying Overnight Excerpt 2

Possible Staying Overnight Excerpt 1

Possible Staying Overnight Chapter Excerpt

Porn Star/Fluffer Fic

PARTY

Not Sure What To Title This

Livin In You

Kalluzeb Smut

Jesse x Jack

Imperium

Three Birds, One Stone

Blackout

The Laws of Infernality

The Wail of Dying Stars

Imperium: Alternate Scene

High Fantasy AU: Excerpt 3

High Fantasy AU: Excerpt 2

High Fantasy AU: Excerpt 1

High Fantasy AU

HFAU: Festivity?

HFAU

Hellscape: Excerpt

Hellscape Excerpt: Draft

Gritty Dean One-Shot

Genesis

For a Story: Cut

Femslash Prompt 1

Don't Call Me Sammy (Excerpt)

Doctor Who Deep Breath Fanfiction

Displaced Blackout Scenes

Destiel Collab

Deleted Scene

Courtesan

Coffee Date

Bound in Blood: Chapter 1

Blackout: Excerpt

Birthday Present to Myself?

bigbangwhump Prompt

Behind the Scenes

AU-gust 6. Gaming

After 12x07 "Rock Never Dies"

A Broken Crown: Prologue

5678 Cut Scenes

Tagging: @evilwriter37, @ashleybenlove, @cascigarette

#tag game #about me #writing #wtf honestly

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robocops-a-christ-allegory · 1 year

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that post made me think of the three of them.

#Solla #Franz #JJ #I forgot what tag I use for JJ.#my the imperium dies AU #the hominibus pacem

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Now I feel obligated to ask how you would envision Daniel (at any age) in the Dragon Age setting. Do you see him as a human, elf, dwarf, or Qunari? Would he be a mage or no? What country would he be from (Antiva seems obvious; the Tevinter Imperium is there for a different style of Italian inspiration, but I do not think he would thrive there...)? Would he fit into any of the game plots or would he just do his best to vibe while the world keeps going through multiple apocalypse events during his lifetime? Would Cobra Kai be part of any of the various organizations or their own little thing (the idea of Johnny being a templar fits but also makes me sad)? Would Daniel have the same level of antagonism with them regardless if he were a mage or not?

Holy crap, okay, thank you so much! Sorry to all other anons but this one is my favorite. XD

So, I thought about this very briefly once and then went “no, stop, you don’t need another AU.” And now I’m really thinking about it and, when I say that, I mean I'm gonna have to put it all under a cut lmao:

I would imagine Daniel as an elven mage who grew-up in a Dalish clan in the Free Marches. (They might've originated in Antiva but moved towards the Free Marches for Reasons.) Which clan? A made-up one lol. His father still died when he was young and maybe Daniel’s grandma is their Keeper. His mom is alive and actually was a city elf but was allowed into the clan because they liked her.

When Daniel came into his magic, it was very strong. He was supposed to become the First but there was a mage born before him who had that status already. So, Daniel was the Second and the clan was considered to be very lucky to have two mage children born into it.

When he was seventeen, the Blight happened overseas and Ferelden refugees came over to the Free Marches. He just happened to meet one of them, a human boy named Johnny. And then he met the other Cobras too. It wasn't totally antagonistic between them. Like, there's still gonna be kind of a rough start but they eventually get along. Daniel meets them near the end of the Blight, close to his eighteenth birthday.

Daniel's clan was traveling and Daniel wandered off because that’s what he usually did when they camped at a new place. He wasn’t a scout, though, just simply liked exploring the different areas. He discovered the humans and noticed one of them (probably Tommy) was sick. The others were worried it was somehow the Blight and Daniel overheard and knew that’s not what it was. He approached, showed them they were wrong and that Tommy had an infected wound. He helped them by healing it and then, well, another human passing by (probably Kreese, who I could see as a templar although he's a disgraced one and not part of the Order) saw an unknown elf “bothering” them and then he realizes Daniel's probably Dalish. He and some others attack Daniel (fearing him telling his clan about them or simply fear of Daniel possibly being a mage due to his lack of weapons and the fact that Tommy's wound is healed).

However, this is about the time everyone learns Johnny’s been a mage this whole time; he was an apostate hiding his status because his mom, Laura, taught him how to. She was an apostate too but died while they were trying to flee the Blight. She showed Johnny how to keep his magic in check and hide it from others. He was fighting with a mace and shield and still uses it even after his magic is found-out.

He helps Daniel by setting Kreese on fire (he survives although is badly burned) and they have to run away. But Daniel’s clan won’t let a human join them and Daniel’s not about to let the other humans hurt Johnny so they sneak into the camp, Daniel gets his stuff, and they flee together.

The other Cobras do catch-up to them, though, and offer to help. It’s a real offer too and so they all travel together. As time goes on, Johnny uses his magic more and becomes a force to be reckoned with. Daniel does too, of course. Don't fuck with any of them. XD

Where does Mr. Miyagi fit? No clue. Maybe he’d be a human who comes across them and teaches them some non-violent ways to defend themselves. After all, Daniel and Johnny are mages in a world that despises their kind. Daniel’s got it even worse being an elf on top of that. Daniel knows how to fight with his staff but Miyagi shows him some neat tricks. They part ways, though, because they have to stay on the move. But maybe they meet-up with him from time to time.

When Kirkwall explodes, they’re in Denerim. Tommy’s the one who hears about that and they all grimace because that can’t be good news for mages.

They’re in Redcliffe when the Breach happens. They were going to attend the Conclave but were anxious about being around so many people. They do go to Haven, though, to try to at least help the survivors and find-out what went on. They consider joining the Inquisition when it forms and decide to do so because it might offer them some protection from Kreese, who is still relentlessly trying to pursue them. They don't say anything about Kreese, though. They're kind of like Sutherland and Company but call themselves the Griffons because griffons were badass lol.

In my canon, Daniel would have a few things in common with my Inquisitor: being a Dalish elven mage from the Free Marches with at least one dead parent. (My Inquisitor's parents are both dead. Sorry, buddy. At least his clan survived!)

The question is, would all of the Cobras be humans? I can imagine Dutch as a dwarf. Maybe Jimmy as an elf or maybe even a half-elf, honestly, who tries to hide the half-elf side of him but his friends know about it. I could see Tommy as an elf. Maybe that’s why his wound really got infected: nobody besides his friends cared because he’s an elf. Tommy wouldn’t have hidden his ears. But Johnny and Bobby would totally be humans. Dutch and Bobby would be warriors; Dutch would wield a big axe (not just because he’s a dwarf lol) and Bobby would have a shield and sword. Tommy and Jimmy would be rogues with Jimmy being a melee fighter and Tommy being a ranged rogue. I accidentally created a balanced party lmao.

Specialization-wise, I could picture this: Tommy (Ranger, Assassin), Jimmy (Duelist, Tempest), Dutch (Berserker, Champion), Bobby (Champion, Guardian), Johnny (Battlemage, Force Mage), and Daniel (Arcane Warrior (Fade Shroud is my favorite thing), Spirit Healer). If Daniel was given a weapon, it would be a sword but he’d probably just stick with his bladed staff.

#in which you ask and i eventually answer #i'm not going to write this i swear to god lol

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