#our dear long-faced Starks

[yaksha-lover]

Someone New

Summary: Travelling worlds has its side effects; namely, having visions of multiple timelines. As you get closer to the housewardens after their overblots, you begin to see the possible future that awaits the two of you, if only you decide to choose them.

Overblot gang x Reader (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

GN but mentions of biological children - imagine anything you want though (magic spells that make anything possible!)

i. blooms of red and bursts of reason; riddle rosehearts

Even after knowing him for months, you don’t touch Riddle until long after his overblot. He isn’t truly comfortable with you, with anyone, touching him so casually.

The chill of autumn ghosts your skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms. When he notices you rubbing your forearms to gather some warmth, Riddle insists on offering you his coat. Something about ‘rule five hundred and nine.’

His ways don’t always make sense to you, but you appreciate the sentiment behind the action. You take his coat, uttering your gratitude to him, although it’s quite small considering his stature. He offers you a small smile; in Riddle’s case, you know that means a lot.

You can’t help but return his smile, the small affection making your heart stir suddenly. It’s nice - spending time alone with Riddle. At the beginning of the year, you’d never have imagined becoming close with him. It was hard to see past the strict housewarden who never let anything go.

You think he’d made assumptions about you too. About you being a troublemaker, someone not worth his time, just another problem. You’re thankful you’ve both come around.

You stare at him from the corner of your eye as you walk together. He truly is gentle at heart, despite what his temper might suggest. His red hair sits perfectly on his head, cutely framing his face. It makes you think of his mother; his hair is perhaps the only good thing she passed onto him.

You snap out of your thoughts when you step a little too hard into a puddle and accidentally splash your pants, slightly dirtying them. Riddle turns when he hears your grumble, and you prepare yourself for a scolding. You won’t hold it against him; it was your fault for being careless.

Instead, Riddle only shakes his head gently, before asking if you’d like to stop at Ramshackle to change before you two arrive at the library.

Your surprise forces you to take a moment and just look at him. So far he’s come from the person he was only a couple months ago. You feel strangely sentimental, so you reach out to touch his shoulder, intending to thank him.

As soon as you make contact with him, the world around you shifts, brown and orange leaves being traded for the bright green of spring.

-

You sit under a pagoda tree, the wind gently blowing the pages of your novel. It’s strange - you’re seeing things as yourself, but you’re not in control. It’s as though you’re replaying the memory of someone else. At the sound of someone’s voice, ‘you’ look up. It’s there that you spot familiar red hair; it forms a stark contrast to the vegetation around you.

He’s not alone, either. In Riddle’s arms is a small baby, with identical hair to who you presume is his father. It’s a striking image - Riddle with his child. He’s noticeably older; if you had to guess, he seems to be in his late twenties.

“MC? Sorry to bother, but he’s been refusing to eat today. I checked our parenting books thrice, but I haven’t found any suitable solutions. I thought you might know how to help him.”

“That’s okay,” you hear your voice say. “How is our little guy doing?”

Riddle passes the baby to you, and you finally take notice of his other features; this child has the same colour eyes as you, and a similarly shaped nose.

You then catch a glimpse of the ring sparking on your left hand, and the other on Riddle’s.

“Hmm,” you’re vision-self says. “Let’s go back home, I’ll try to see what’s bothering him.”

“Alright, dear. I’ll start on dinner,” older-Riddle replies.

He takes your hand and helps you up, before you walk back toward the house in the distance, your hand still in his.

-

When the greens turn to orange, you blink, finding Riddle looking at you. You’re back at NRC.

“Are you alright, prefect? You seem distracted.”

“I’m okay, Riddle. I just…never mind. Let’s get going.”

You decide not to tell him about your strange…Dream? Vision? It all seemed so real…you could smell the tree sap and feel the breeze flow against your skin. You held a baby. Your baby…with Riddle? The two of you were older, but would it really be possible for it to truly be your future? That seemed ridiculous. Then again, you thought the same thing about magic a few months ago.

You resolve to keep this strange occurrence to yourself until you can figure out what happened. It’s hard to look at Riddle, having now seen the two of you married and with a child together. You’re more flustered than usual. Was this just some kind of daydream projection of your fantasies about him? You weren’t even really sure you could say you have a ‘crush’ on him - after all, you’ve only recently begun getting close. Not that you haven’t thought of him that way at all but-

You’re sure Riddle takes notice of your strange behaviour throughout your study session but, thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it.

ii. dizzying dreams and endless nights; leona kingscholar

You’d fought Leona hard to get where you are now - on the left side of his bed, with Grim sleeping at the base. You’re exhausted with everything going on with Azul (hopefully) temporarily taking your dorm, but it’s hard to sleep with how worried you are about the situation.

Leona’s room is dim, moonlight cascading over the silk sheets. You can barely make out his form, curled up in the blankets and turned away from you.

You don’t want to disturb the sleeping lion, but he happens to be hogging the entire blanket. You suppose you should’ve known, but it wasn’t as though you had time to take anything from Ramshackle.

When the chill becomes too much to ignore, you try to tug part of the blanket away from him. This causes Leona to roll over, arm suddenly falling around your back.

You’re hit with another wave of blurry vision as the moon melts into the sun.

-

“Morning,” you hear a voice, your voice, say to him. Your tone is playful and lightheartedly chastising. You can feel his arms wrapped snuggly around you.

It’s happening again, the same as with Riddle. You’re seeing things from your own eyes, but you’re not in control.

A groan comes from behind you, Leona shuffling his position but refusing to open his eyes. His bare legs brush yours under the covers. “Too early. Go back to sleep.” He pulls you closer into his chest.

‘You’ laugh gently, turning around in his arms so you’re now face to face. “You promised the queen we would attend this banquet. Especially after we missed the last one.”

He looks older here too, but as gorgeous as ever. Despite just waking up, Leona’s dark hair falls perfectly around his face. The room is different than his one at school; it’s still a bedroom, but it looks as though you’re back in the castle of Sunset Savanna.

Leona finally opens his eyes, looking at you with a heavy gaze before flipping you below him. His arms hold him straight above you, looking down on you lying prone on the bed. “Hmph.” He leans in close until your lips are only millimetres apart. “We have some time, don’t we?”

You’re left staring into those piercing green eyes, entranced by them being closer than ever.

With that, he leans in completely, lips brushing over your own as he begins to kiss you. The longer it goes, the more ravenous he becomes, more and more greedy for the taste of your lips.

-

When the sunlight fades to moonlight, you’re left embarrassed. That was - so much worse than with Riddle?! Ugh, it’s so awkward with Leona sleeping beside you now, like you’ve violated some kind of rule by thinking of him that way.

You’re too afraid to even consider the possibility of it being some kind of dream. It came on so suddenly, but you hadn’t been asleep. The whole thing seemed so real, too elaborate for a simple dream. No, it had to be more than that - some kind of vision - but how could that be true? And what did that mean about your vision with Riddle? Surely they couldn’t both be correct.

You’d intended on ignoring it before, but with Leona’s vision, that seemed futile. Perhaps the staff would have some answers for you…

iii. seashells shimmer in the forever sea; azul ashengrotto

Azul isn’t one for touching, and this time neither are you. Ever since the Crowley’s theory about alternate universes and rips in time since you’ve travelled worlds, you’ve decided it’s best to stay away from touching too many people. It was…interesting, to see a possible future with Riddle and Leona, but it’s certainly left you ambivalent. It’s a bit difficult not to avoid them when your mind drifts to your ‘visions’ while in their vicinity.

Riddle is kind enough to ignore your sudden shyness, but Leona has openly called you out on how flustered you get around him. He seems both confused and amused about the development, and his smugness is too much to handle sometimes.

Fortunately for you, Leona doesn’t hang around the Mostro Lounge much, making it the perfect place for you to avoid him. You try to force Ace and Deuce to come with you and study there, but the two have been reluctant considering their previous encounters with the twins while trying to get Azul’s picture.

That means you’re left to go alone, sometimes. Well, alone except for Grim. He never leaves you hanging as long as you agree to buy him food. Just like today, where he sits passed out across the other side of the booth, having eaten himself into a food coma.

You try to return to your homework, but out of the corner of your eye, you catch Azul staring at you from the staff area. When you make eye contact, he only waves, smile dripped in plasticity. When you don’t clue in, he walks toward your table, eventually taking a seat across from you, beside Grim.

“Hello, Prefect,” he says.

“Azul.”

Unlike Riddle - and even to some extent, Leona - you haven’t really gotten close to Azul after his overblot. He doesn’t exactly want you to, it seems.

“I noticed you’ve been frequenting the Lounge quite frequently as of late - I just wanted to thank you, for being a dedicated patron.”

“I’m not doing it for you, but you’re welcome, I guess.”

“Ah yes, I presumed. So, who are you doing it for?”

Your mind snaps to thoughts of you and Leona in the future, his arms around you in his bed-

“Nothing. No one. Do you need something, Azul?”

Despite your attempt at neutrality, Azul must see something on your face as you attempt to rid your mind of your vision of Leona. He leans in a bit, curious to observe you.

You begin packing up your things, too distracted to continue studying.

“No need to leave on my account,” he says.

“It’s not.”

He stands at the same time as you, presumably planning to head back to his office. Unfortunately for the both of you, you hadn’t noticed Grim migrate to his place sleeping on the floor. When you take a step forward and trip, Azul is, tragically, directly in front of you.

Your arms reach out instinctively, but instead of stabilizing yourself by grabbing onto his shoulders, the force of your fall knocks the both of you over.

As soon as you make contact with him, your vision swirls into another world full of beautiful blues.

-

The coral sea is even more breathtaking than you remember. You’ve only been a couple times, but the drastic differences between the land and ocean always manage to stun you. The water is so clear that it practically glitters as you wave your hands through it, feeling the water pass refreshingly across your smooth skin.

You’ve never been to this specific place before (presumably, it doesn’t exist yet), but it’s clear what it is: a restaurant. If the octopus logo has anything to do with it, clearly it’s Azul’s. It wasn’t too surprising to you that he would have more restaurants open in the future, but you weren’t sure what you were doing here. If the pattern followed, it seemed inevitable that you and Azul would be…romantically-involved in this timeline, but that just didn’t seem possible.

At least you had befriended Riddle and Leona to an extent - Azul looked down on your existence as a magicless person, seemingly entirely apathetic about you in general. You had to admit, the feelings were mutual considering his treatment of you and your friends.

You feel ‘yourself’ look around the restaurant, before heading back into the staff area. You knock on the door to an office, and Azul opens it with a smile.

He, too, is older. His face has matured a bit and he also wears his hair a bit longer. Azul still has his grey suit, though.

“Hello, MC. Done for the day?”

“I guess so, boss,” your voice replied cheekily. Boss?? Why would your future self ever work for-

“Hmm, I may have more tasks for you, why don’t you come in~”

With that, future-Azul takes your hand and tugs you into his office. On his desk sits several picture frames; one of his parents and one of his wedding. You happened to spot yourself in the second one.

It’s a bit jarring to see; you and Azul posed together, dressed up in such fancy clothing. His arm sits around your shoulder, and yours around his waist. Before this, the two of you have never even shook hands.

You hear yourself giggling, cornering Azul against the wall as soon as he closes the door and bringing your arms around his neck to kiss him.

You can already feel the dread forming; you definitely won’t be able to spend time at the Mostro Lounge after this…

As the two of you pull away, Azul starts talking about a reunion for your graduating class at NRC.

“I told them maybe - with the new branch of our restaurant opening, we may wish to stay back. Then again, it could be a great opportunity to network for us. What do you think, dear?”

Before you can hear your reply, the world fades back into the familiar lighting of the Mostro Lounge.

-

A groaning Azul is beneath you, having (unfortunately for him) broken your fall.

You utter a quiet ‘sorry!’ as you get off of him, still a bit flustered from your vision.

He gets up, dusting himself off. Thankfully, the two of you are in a rather secluded area of the place, so no one was there to witness your embarrassment.

Azul can no longer maintain the facade of kind gentleman as he turns back to you, voice dripping with passive aggressiveness.

“I would prefer if you refrained from touching me in the future. Thank you.”

With that, he gets up and leaves. You shake your head - how could there possibly be any timeline where you’ve married him?

iv. jaded jewels shine, awaken from slumber; jamil viper

While helping out with the VDC, you’ve had time to get close to Jamil. Much closer, in fact, than with any of the others you’ve had visions of before. Now you’ve avoided touching him for a whole other reason - you’re scared you won’t have a vision.

Spending time with Jamil has made you realize things you’d never thought about him before - his handsomeness, intelligence, and talent. You’ve developed a bit of a crush on him, considering how much you admire him.

However, you have no idea how he feels. Jamil has never been one to express his feelings so outwardly, but you can’t get a read on him at all. He’s been polite with you, but he’s treated you basically the same as everyone else.

Your attempts at getting closer to him have been rather unsuccessful - the group is so busy practicing, everyone’s been way too exhausted to really do anything.

You manage to get a moment alone at Ramshackle when the rest of the boys have gone to sleep, and you find Jamil sitting out on the porch alone.

“Hey,” you say. “Mind if I join you?”

Jamil turns to look at you before nodding his head. You take a seat beside him, following his gaze to the stars. The sky is dark but the moon casts a glow on him, making Jamil look beautiful under the light.

“What are you thinking about?”

He hums for a moment before replying, “What I’m always thinking about - how things will just go back to normal again after the end of the VDC.”

You don’t really know what to say; his fears seem inevitable, no matter how much you want to comfort him. “I’m sorry…I can’t understand what it’s like for you, but…what if you could still have some kind of happiness in your life?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…you could still find love?”

“Find love? You think that’s what I care about?” Jamil’s tone is bitter, but his voice never rises. “Sorry, but you’re awfully naive. Things like love won’t make my life better. It’ll only complicate things.”

“I-I understand.”

When your voice shakes, Jamil finally looks up at you, sighing when he spots your watery eyes.

“Prefect, relax. I’m not angry at you. It’s just a frustrating situation for me, I’m sure you know. I don’t have time to think about love. I just need to focus on myself.”

With that, he pats your shoulder before standing up, leaving you alone to stare at the night sky. Jamil hadn’t even realized you were trying to confess to him, and you felt terrible for even trying to bring it up. Of course he wouldn’t be able to think about something like your stupid little crush - you feel so silly for even bringing it up, you should’ve known better since you know all about his circumstances.

It was then you realized - Jamil had touched you for the first time. He touched you and nothing happened.

The first one you’d been seriously interested in, and there seemed to be no future for the two of you.

Was it possible you’d already messed up this timeline, making it impossible for that future with him to occur? The whole thing made your head spin and your heart ache.

v. swept into spotlights, doused in delicacy; vil schoenheit

Vil had been a surprising comfort in the wake of your unrequited crush on Jamil. The two of you had gotten closer after VDC, and Vil had a way of pulling honesty out of you. It had only taken him a couple days of observing your awkwardness to guess at the situation.

He’d been a shoulder to cry on, both literally and figuratively. There’d been a moment when he first pulled you into his arms that you’d wondered - hoped - that he might be a possibility in your future, but alas, no vision. It was a bit disappointing but you knew it was wrong to feel too badly; it would be greedy of you to desire a connection with so many knowing you could only end up with one.

Vil became a friend - someone you could rely on, someone who could make you laugh, and someone who couldn’t break your heart.

Even when you would start to feel something more than platonic for him, you had to push it away. He was certainly gorgeous and talented and perfect…but he wouldn’t be that for you. He couldn’t, apparently, and maybe he wouldn’t want to either.

Vil was more than just a fellow student - he was an actor, a model, a celebrity - someone too far to reach. Even if you had a vision with him, would it matter?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Vil’s hand on your cheek, turning your face to get the correct angle to apply your eyeliner; he’d insisted you get dressed up with him and Rook to go out tonight.

“Move onto the bed,” Vil says.

You stand from the chair in front of his vanity and move hesitantly toward his bed. His silky sheets look perfect - you don’t want to ruin them. Looking back at him, Vil rolls his eyes and gently pushes you toward the bed until you lay back.

You’re left staring up at him on your back, while he sits above you, applying the rest of his products on your face. He’s so close to you, his luscious golden hair almost tickles your face. His pretty purple eyes don’t focus on your own, following his makeup brush.

He looks cute like this, concentrating hard to perfect your makeup. He bites his lip gently, drawing your attention to his pretty mouth, shining with the pink gloss he’d applied earlier.

When he leans away to pick up the blush, you mistakenly think he’s finished and try to sit up. At the same time that you rise, Vil turns back to face you. The timing coincides into an accidental and brief meeting of your lips.

It takes a second for you to realize that the dizziness your feel isn’t due to your racing heart, but the sudden appearance of another vision.

-

The lights flash, bright and blinding. The sharp clicks of cameras obnoxiously disrupt the music heard softly on the street from nearby restaurants and clubs.

You’re rushing away with Vil, hand in hand as he pulls you toward a black limo waiting up ahead. You nearly stumble, but Vil is quick to stabilize you.

Once the two of you escape the paparazzi, you’re left sitting side by side in the backseat of the limo, both breathing heavily. Vil gives the driver instructions to return back to his penthouse.

He turns to you. “Are you okay, darling?”

You feel yourself nod in affirmation, taking ahold of his hand again. He squeezes back.

“I’m sorry they’ve ruined another date. I know it’s hard for you not to have much privacy, but it seems no matter what I do, they find us.” He strokes your hand with his thumb.

“It’s okay, Vil. I knew what I was getting into, dating a celebrity and all that.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Still, they shouldn’t bother us. I may be a celebrity, but you aren’t. You deserve privacy.” He sighs gently. “Has this…impacted our previous discussion?”

You look back up at him. You assume based on past visions that he’s much older now, but he’s kept his youthful and gorgeous look. Even now, his purple eyes make your heart flutter embarrassingly.

“Of course not. I want us to have kids together. You’ll be the best dad and protect them from all this. I know it.”

He kisses you on the lips this time just as your vision begins to end.

-

Vil snaps his fingers over you as you come too, rolling his eyes.

“I know my lips are practically intoxicating, but did you really get that worked up over an accidental peck between friends?”

Your face becomes hot at Vil’s statement, embarrassment setting in. He doesn’t know how right he is.

“Ah, sorry. I got…distracted.”

Vil laughs gently. “Why? Thinking of more of my kisses? They’ll cost you~”

When you stammer in response, he just ruffles your hair gently.

“I’m just teasing you.”

You stare at him for a moment before speaking. “I don’t think we can do each other’s makeup platonically anymore.” If it ever was, that is.

Vil rolls his eyes dramatically again.

vi. hidden in shadows, warmth comes in waves; idia shroud

The incident with Vil leaves you even more confused than before. It makes you wonder…if just touching isn’t always enough to have a vision, does that mean a future where you end up with Jamil is still possible? You don’t even want to hope, knowing the heartache he’d unknowingly caused you before.

And Vil…having a vision about him makes this complicated. When it was just lingering thoughts you could push to the side of your mind, your growing infatuation with him was easy to ignore. Actually seeing your future with him, has made your heart swell and ache at the same time.

You don’t exactly choose to become friends with Idia, it just kind of happens. Just like the previous situations where you’d attempted to avoid the star of your latest vision, Idia is someone who seems like a good choice to help you stay away from them. He isn’t good friends with Jamil or Vil (or frankly anyone). Incidentally, the two of you become friends after a small argument over an anime (the only topic that allows Idia to temporarily overcome his social anxiety just to disagree with you), and you begin to hang out occasionally.

The more your old friends hang out with the VDC group, the more you begin to make excuses and go play video games with Idia and Ortho.

It feels strangely easy, spending time with Idia. You never have to pretend, and with your shared interests, conversation comes naturally. Once you’ve spent enough time around him, he feels much more comfortable around you, willing to share his (strong) thoughts and opinions on everything.

Idia is very…different than you would’ve guessed before you knew him well. While he can be rude, you find it more funny than offensive, and it’s pretty fun to banter with him. His room holds small glimpses into his true personality; video games he loves, posters of his favourite characters. His passion for these things is clear as day.

Sitting on Idia’s couch, you’re playing against him and Ortho in Super Smash Bros. Ortho immediately claimed Kirby, proceeding to destroy the both of you multiple times until he emerged as the winner.

Despite the loss, both you and Idia can’t help but smile. Ortho makes a celebratory noise, before turning back to you.

“MC, we are about to encounter another rip in the time continuum,” Ortho says. “I’m so excited, do you think it will finally be my big brother’s turn to earn your love?”

“What?” you and Idia say for different reasons.

“How do you know about that?

“Earn their love??”

“It’s part of my programming to monitor all things involving space and time.”

“Huh. Okay.”

You suppose it’s true, you’ve never really touched Idia before. The two of you got along like best friends; it wasn’t so much of a stretch to say you could end up having a future together. You hadn’t thought about it much, in light of recent events.

“Usually you’re the only one able to see, but since Idia’s here, why don’t I show him too!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ortho,” Idia says.

“I think it will be good for you, brother! Don’t worry, I’ll give the both of you some privacy to see your future. It’s approaching in three, two-”

When his countdown reaches one, Ortho plops your hand on top of Idia, making your vision fade once again.

-

The Island of Woe is familiar to you by now, after everything that went down with Idia. The architecture remains impersonal; the uniformity of the blank steel walls reminds you of a maze. The thought had unsettled you, the last time you visited.

Strangely enough, you don’t feel that same sense of anxiety and claustrophobia in this vision. You’re strangely calm; it wouldn’t be crazy to assume that exposure and familiarity has dulled these feelings.

The scene is devastatingly unsurprising. You suppose you’d always known what Idia’s future would be; what all his ancestors futures had been. That hadn’t lessened the spark of hope you’d been carrying that perhaps things might turn out differently than he believed.

You had a bad habit of that: false hope for Jamil, false hope for Idia. It didn’t truly do anyone any good, no matter how much you wished it to.

You’re in Idia’s room. Aside from its size and how nice it is, the decor is a clear giveaway. The posters that line the walls aren’t from media you recognize, so it must be future content, but it’s all in line with Idia’s current tastes. You’re happy he has that, at least. You even catch a glimpse of a couple of his old posters from NRC rolled up in his closet. A few pieces even stand out, things that seem much more suited to your taste than his own.

A familiar head of blue hair wanders into the room.

“Hey MC.”

“Hi Idia,” you feel your lips gently pull up in the corners. Despite ‘your’ outward expression in the vision, you feel a small twinge of pain in your chest.

Idia’s entrance into his room (your room?) lets you take a close look at him. Even ten or so years later, it seems he hasn’t been able to rid himself of his eye bags. Even so, you still think he looks nice, his vibrant hair illuminating his pretty face. He’s cute, smiling back at you.

“Sorry I’m back late again. There’s been so many problems with the new system update, even Ortho can’t handle it himself.” Idia’s expression drops a little.

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy.”

Idia comes to sit beside you on the bed, head turning toward you. “Is it though? Stuck down here with me, and I can’t even be by your side half the time. I doubt this is the life you- anyone would dream of.”

“I miss you, of course I do. But I chose this life. I chose you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

The tears well in your eyes before you can stop them, and Idia’s panic only rises once he notices.

“Gah!! No, MC, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean it like that. Sevens, I’m so stupid.” Idia awkwardly pulls you into his arms, and you begin wipe your tears onto his shoulder as you settle down.

“Sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me,” you sniffle.

“Don’t apologize, it was my fault. I don’t know why, every time I try to tell you how I feel, it always just comes out wrong. I try to tell you that I love you, that you deserve better than to be stuck here with me, and it comes out like that.”

“Idia…I know what you meant, it just took me by surprise to hear those words.”

“Loving you is supposed to be the one thing I can do to make your life here better, and I can’t even do it right.”

“Says who? Don’t you think I should be the judge of that?”

“I made you cry, MC! Something is wrong with me…”Idia’s cheeks flush pink as he stares at his feet.

You want to comfort him, to tell him that it doesn’t matter, but you quickly feel yourself being pulled away. You’ve never wished more than to have a few more moments in a vision.

-

The room remains silent for a minute after the vision ends, the both of you trying to process what had happened.

“Idia…” you say, trying to bridge the gap between you, but not exactly knowing how.

“Maybe- I uh - maybe you should leave?” Idia says sheepishly.

“Leave? What did I do?” you say, feeling a bit hurt by his suddenly rejection.

“Nothing! I just- I’m sorry, I need some time. I can’t speak right now, I need to be alone.” Idia is clearly panicked, so you follow his brother to the exit.

“Sorry, MC,” Ortho says, opening the door for you. “Sometimes Idia gets overwhelmed in situations like this. Please, give him time and…please don’t give up on him like everyone else does.”

vii. sun and moon, forever in orbit; malleus draconia

You’ve known Malleus as long as you’ve known Riddle, but despite your blooming friendship, you’ve never had the chance to touch him before. The fae always seemed to prefer to keep his distance when visiting you at Ramshackle; close enough to talk, too far to touch.

That all changes when you finally agree to join the gargoyle studies club. It’s not as though you’d purposefully avoided it before, there’d just always been too much going on to really think about joining any of the clubs.

With Idia shutting you out, you were in dire need of a new hobby that would allow you to finally avoid thinking about what had gone down with him in the days before.

When Malleus finally strolls by Ramshackle again, you’re able to inform him of your intention to join his club.

It’s a remarkable thing, having stunned the fae prince into momentary silence at your request. He furrows his brow before replying.

“I do hope you aren’t making a joke at my expense, prefect. That would be rather cruel of you.”

You wave away his words, telling him that you’re entirely serious. He looks you up and down for a moment before a playful grin pulls at his lips.

“I suppose I will see you in our meeting on thursday, then. Please, don’t be late. We have much to see.”

-

Weekly meetings become bi-weekly, and soon you’re meeting up with Malleus almost daily. Since it’s only the two of you in the club, you take certain liberties when it comes to subject matter. You agree to let Malleus show you some ruins and he, in turn, agrees to watch the bachelor with you.

You don’t even like the show, but Malleus’ reactions are the real entertainment. He’s surprisingly sassy and opinionated about all the drama, although he tends to get confused on ‘human customs’ as he so puts it.

“Why won’t he make a choice? It’s clear who he truly desires,” Malleus asks one day, sitting on Ramshackle’s beat up couch as you watch the reality show together on your laptop.

“I don’t know, the guys on this show are always like this. They want to keep around as many options as possible until they’re forced to choose,” you mumble, mouth full of popcorn.

“Human men are fickle.”

You laugh. “Fae aren’t?”

He takes a moment to answer. “Some. Not dragon fae. Once we choose a person to love, we give everything to them, and expect the same in return.”

You don’t know how to reply to that, so you turn back to the screen. Throughout the rest of the episode, you can feel Malleus’ gaze flicker between yourself and the show, not fully invested like you are.

-

You’re not oblivious to his hints. It’s clear that things between you are become more than friendly, but it’s difficult to know how you feel about it.

On one hand, Malleus has always felt strangely charming to you, despite how he often came off to others. There was something about him, or perhaps just the sum of his parts that came together perfectly to make him into a wonderful being.

Spending time together and getting close felt nice, but you were far too used to this pattern to not feel worried about some kind of impending doom. It seemed every time you had a nice friendship, things would fall apart as soon as you found out about your future together.

Even when pleasant, the strangeness of the experience makes it uncomfortable to be around them again. You’ve felt bad avoiding your friends, but there isn’t much you can do to change your feelings.

Even worse - what if your vision with Malleus isn’t positive? After what you saw with Idia, the fear lingers in your mind.

Once you opened the gate, questions begun to flood your brain. What would a future be like with Malleus? Would that even be possible? Would you be his consort? Would a relationship between a human and fae be accepted? Would you be able to handle it? The anxieties were endless.

You think about telling him about everything. About Riddle, Leona…but how would he react? You tell yourself that it’s better if he doesn’t know. At least not until after.

He’s the first one you touch on purpose; you have to know.

A casual stroll around Ramshackle leads to the purposeful brushing of fingers, and you’re pulled into a familiar haze.

-

You’ve never been to Briar Valley, but you know with certainty that your vision takes place there.

The hall you sit in is long, gold trims running along the walls. The black dragon heraldry mounted above the fireplace at the end of the room looks more expensive than anything you’ve seen in your life.

Two wide doors swing open, and Malleus finally enters the room. He isn’t alone.

A small black shape zooms past his legs, plopping itself in front of you.

“Daddy and I picked you flowers from the garden!”

The blur isn’t some shadow, but instead a small child. Five or six, if you had to guess. If her words didn’t give away her parentage, the small, stubby horns peaking out from the top of her head of dark hair certainly told you this was Malleus’ daughter.

“Thank you, sweetie.” You smile at her, taking the flowers she drops in your hand. There’s still some dirt and roots attached, but she’s so adorable, you truly don’t mind.

“Can Uncle Silver take me horseback ridding today?” she asks you. “Daddy said it’s okay with him if it’s okay with you.” She blinks at you sweetly.

“Alright, I suppose. Just be careful, dear,” you reply.

“I have the best parents in all the kingdoms!” she shouted, running along to her chambers to get ready, leaving only you in Malleus in the room.

“She’s so lively today,” you comment, looking up at him.

“Indeed,” he replies, coming to rest beside you. “You look beautiful, my love.”

“And you, my king.”

The two of you share a kiss. It’s all so - dizzying. It’s not unexpected to have a child with Malleus - you had one with Riddle, but this is different. This child is older, she knows you, she feels so real.

He pulls away to smile at you. “I have a gift for you.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Need there be one for me to celebrate my wonderful spouse?”

“I suppose not. Thank you, Malleus. No matter how many gifts you give, I will treasure them all.”

He pulls out a box from his pocket, asking you to turn around. You feel him guide a cold band around your neck, clasping it in the back. He then places a small, handheld mirror in your hands, urging you to look.

The necklace he’s given you is beyond stunning. It’s silver, with a dazzling gemstone in the middle. You don’t even want to ponder how much it must’ve cost.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

It’s strange - seeing yourself much older when Malleus looks the same. It unsettles you more than you’d like to admit. It’s one thing to know you’ll age at different rates and another to see it with your own eyes.

This must be something on your mind in the future as well, because of the next thing you decide to ask Malleus.

“Will I see her grow up? For me, it feels like she’s been young forever. I love it and yet…I want to see more of her life than just this.”

He doesn’t ask who you’re referring to. “You will. You’ll see most. I was practicing mature by my eighty-first birthday.”

You sigh. “I may not even get that far. I’m healthy now, but who knows. The curses of being human…”

He tilts your chin to face him. “It is not a curse to me, my love. I chose you, and I would again.”

There’s infinitely more to discuss, but you already feel yourself slipping away.

-

You come to from the vision mid walk. Malleus is unaffected, seemingly still in the middle of one of his explanations behind the rich history of one of gargoyles you’d just passed by.

When he notices your silence and turns to ask if you’re alright, you have no response for him.

It seems almost selfish, for you to choose him. Why- why did there need to be so many things wrong? Why did you have to be human, to pain him and your future children by leaving them behind so early?

The joy and the pain - would it all truly be worth it? Or would it be better for it to have never happened?

Malleus looks at you with concern, wiping the tears suddenly cascading down your cheeks.

“What’s wrong, my child of man?”

Everything and nothing, you want to tell him.

viii. all things end, all that we intend; conclusion

Seven beautiful souls, all potential endings. Every future you glimpsed has it’s own charms, and it’s own poisons.

Which future will you choose? One of them? Or perhaps…another?

[fairysluna]

I have a request 🙄🤭 threesome cregan Jace and reader no plot just smut maybe? Either modern or not

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Hope you like this story made especially for you!! please enjoy it and thank you for sending this request🤍 This is the first threesome I've ever written, so this is complete new territory for me, I hope I did good tho.💀

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PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.

TAGS — canon!time, targcest (brother/sister), porn w/o plot, smut (threesome, F/M/M, oral sex - both receiving, face fucking, p in v, slight degrading, breeding, praising, spit, pussy slapping, belly buldge, overstimulation, aftercare), cursing, a tiny bit of cregan x jace, cregan and reader are betrothed, dom!cregan/switch!jace/sub!reader. If something is missing let me know!!

WORD COUNT — 2k.

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Cregan loved to hear how overstimulated you were. His hands were gripping your thighs - keeping your legs spreaded. He saw how Jacaerys was eagerly lapping at your throbbing clit, moaning and whimpering against your flesh. You were crying already, tears of raw pleasure streaming down your face as your entire body trembled between his arms. You were barely able to hold it together anymore, laying against Cregan's chest - eyelids closing by themselves.

Jacaerys, your sweet brother, had no intention to stop. His tongue doing wonders as he dived it inside of you - his nose rubbing against your clit. His face was red and sweaty, covered in your slick after stealing three orgasm from you - yet it seemed he hadn't had enough. Your hips would twitch, trying to squirm away from his hungry mouth without success.

“Please, stop! It's- it's too much… I can't!” you mumbled, digging your nails in Cregan's arm. “Jace- Jace, please…”

The youngest man looked up from his position, his tongue still attached to your folds, slowly circling around your swollen pearl while his deep, brown eyes stared at you through a layer of lust. He searched for Cregan's approval, and he denied it.

“Don't listen to her,” he huskily said. His hot breath against your neck caused shivers down your spine. “She's a tough girl, right? I bet she can handle another one.”

“M-my lord… please…”

“What kind of host would I be if I don't make sure my guests are satisfied?” A deep laugh followed his words, a simple sound that almost pushed you over the edge. “Your dear brother hasn't finished his meal yet, be a good princess and keep your legs open for him, okay? He’ll know when it's enough.”

Jacaerys followed Lord Stark's words, indulging further in your taste until you were nothing but a mess between their arms. He would use his fingers to tease your entrance, pushing them in and then pulling them out to lick you off. He repeated this action multiple times, until you were cumming on his face once again and coating his long fingers with your slick. He hummed, delighted to drink from you, enjoying the sweetness of your release and devouring every single drop that came out of you.

Once he finally decided to pull away, you sighed - relieved that he had finally stopped and gave you time to rest. Cregan cooed against your ear, praising you with soft words as his thumbs wiped the tears that had fallen down your warm cheeks.

“Such a good job,” he murmured. “Taking everything we give you, huh?.”

“I'll never get tired of her taste,” Jacaerys added- almost in a whine, caressing your thighs. “So sweet, and so addictive.”

“Oh. Do you hear how greatly your brother speaks of you? He's so sweet, so nice to you- to us…” he added, looking at the Prince who was kneeling in bed in front of the both of you. “I think you should reward him for what he has done to you.”

Jacaerys whimpered, thrilled with the idea.

“Look at him, princess,” Cregan added, stretching his arm and holding Jace's cheek. His thumb brushed against his plump lips. “Our poor Prince has his lips sore after eating your sweet little cunt for too long ”

You observed in awe how your brother parted his lips to receive Cregan's thumb inside his mouth - his tongue twirling around his digit as his brown eyes glint with lust. A moan escaped from you, feeling the arousal pooling on your soaked flesh. The neediness inside your body only increased once you saw your lordship bringing his thumb to his own mouth, and tasting the mixture of your juices and Jace's drool. Your mouth parted, bewitched by the scene.

“Mhm…” he groaned in approval, “it still tastes like you.” He let out a throaty chuckle. “I suppose now it's time for you to give your dear brother a reward for what he did to you. He deserves it after being such a good boy, isn't that right?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, agreeing with him.

“What if… you suck his cock while I fuck you with mine? Doesn't that sound good?” Cregan proposed with a smile.

“Please,” your brother replied before you did.

Cregan looked at you for your consent and you effusively nodded - a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

You sighed tiredly once you felt his arms wrapping around your body and moving you around as if you were his doll. He did it so effortlessly, positioning you on your back with your head almost hanging from the edge of the bed and with a pillow below your hips. You noticed how he signed to your brother and he immediately moved until he was standing in front of your face - his leaking tip just mere inches away from your drooling mouth.

“Spread your legs for me,” Cregan commanded, and you immediately obeyed. Your exposed flesh was burning red, drenching with all the stimulation it had before, glistening under the dim lights of the candles and the fireplace. “So pretty…” he murmured, using his thumb to play with your clit, slowly drawing circles on it - you mewled. “I understand why your brother is so obsessed with you, my princess. You have the prettiest cunt in the whole fucking realm.”

He pulled away, enough to stand up from the bed and get rid of his pants. Seconds later, his hardness stood proudly as he crawled back at you, bouncing with every movement he made until he was towering your smaller frame. Cregan gathered his drool on his mouth to then let it fall right on top of your folds - he spreaded it with the head of his cock and, before you knew it, he was slowly stretching your tightness. Your walls would clamp around him, involuntarily trying to push him out as he struggled to sink deeper into you.

“Seven hells,” he grunted, “you're still struggling to take me, huh? Guess I'll have to fuck you more often then.”

As you felt the air leaving your legs with each thrust, you saw Jacaerys grabbing his cock and giving a few strokes at it. With his tip, he tapped on your swollen lips and you opened wide to receive him too. “There you go…” you heard him saying, before he let you wrap your mouth against him. “Mhm… so good,” he praised you.

The whine that escaped you once Cregan was fully sheathed on you was muffled due to your stuffed mouth. Both men moaned at the same time, looking at your body laying there, ready to be used as they pleased.

Gods, they truly loved their little princess.

Cregan was not being very patient as other times, and he quickly started to pound roughly against you, holding your hips to keep you in place as the movement made you take Jace deeper in your mouth. The youngest man started to move his hips too, unable to be still and longing for more - obsessed with the sight of your breasts bouncing in your chest with each thrust.

The main room in the Winterfell castle soon was filled with desperate panting and moaning. The sound of Cregan's body slamming against yours was buzzing in your ears while he managed to hit every right place inside your soft walls, abusing that sweet spot that would make you see stars behind your eyelids. All while you were choking around Jacaerys' cock, who was moving himself deeper with each passing second.

Both of your brother's hands wrapped around your throat to find some stability, this gesture made you cry out in pleasure - loving the way you felt with his hands around your neck.

“Come on, little one,” he grunted as he looked down at your drooling mouth, receiving him so eagerly while you gagged and gulped around him. “I know you can take me deeper… Go on- oh fuck, just like that… shit.”

“Who would've thought that our Princess was such a good slut?” Cregan added, breathless as dig his nails on your hips. “Can't wait to marry our little whore and fill her with my seed until she's round with my pups…” The way your walls squeezed him so tightly made him know that you loved the idea too. “Perhaps I'll let your brother fill this cunny too, mhm? Bet you would love it- fuck… ”

Jacaerys hands involuntarily tightened his grip around your throat, and you knew he was getting closer. “Fuck- M’so close…” he whined. “Fuuck…”

“Imagine it, my prince,” Cregan teased him, smirking as he locked eyes with him. “Her pretty cunny leaking with your seed, her belly filled and round. Isn't that such a pretty sight?”

“Y-yes…” he mumbled, struggling to keep his movements steady. “Oh, fuck… yes.”

His eyes closed as he leaned his head back, and suddenly his length escaped from your lips - you gasped. He peaked right there, letting a few drops of his seed spurt on your breasts before he would put his cock back into your mouth so you could swallow the rest. You eagerly licked it all, cleaning him as felt his legs getting weak with the subtle overstimulation you were providing him - yet, it felt too delicious to stop.

“What a piece of art,” Cregan mumbled, seeing your skin being tainted by pearly drops. “So fucking pretty.”

Jacaerys fell on his knees next to you, you felt his hand slipping down your body as Lord Stark pounded against you like a savage. Your brother's fingers found your swollen pearl, slowly stroking it while you were being filled. Cregan groaned in approval, fastening his pace.

The creamy sound of your juices covering his cock was so obscene, bringing a slight embarrassment to you - Gods, you were so wet. With the overstimulation you were receiving once again, you felt closer to edge faster than you thought.

“Come on, my pretty girl,” Jace cooed in your ear as he peppered soft kisses around it. “I know you're so close… you were so good to us, letting us use you as we pleased. You deserve to cum.”

His fingers stopped tracing figures on your clit, only to replace it with soft taps against your sensitive flesh. You mewled.

“Look how deep Cregan is,” he mentioned with a smirk. “I can see it in your tummy…”

“M’so close…” you mumbled. “Gods! Please, I need it so bad…”

Jace removed his hand from your core, taking it to your mouth where he slipped in two fingers. You receive them eagerly, twirling your tongue around it and sucking them off as you taste yourself. Meanwhile, Cregan grabbed the back of your legs, pressing your thighs against your body and going deeper and harder against you. You tried to keep up with the intensity of it all, but it was too much - tears were falling down your face as you were fucked against the mattress, barely able to move.

“Come on, let me feel you, princess,” he grunted as he buried his face on your neck. “Want you to fall apart in my arms…”

Your skin was burning and you were gasping, trying to fill your lungs with the air they needed - Cregan would grunt against your skin, being loud and shameless as he was about to reach his peak. You suddenly felt the waves of an intense orgasm washing over you as you released your pleasure in spurs, soaking the sheets beneath you and your Cregan's hair trail. That sight must have been the limit for him, who immediately filled you up with his seed, covering your insides with his pearly drops until it started to leak out of you.

His body pressed against yours as he tried to calm down. His length would twitch inside you each time you clenched around him, until he was absolutely dried and spent.

Jacaerys went to look for something to clean you up, almost moaning when he saw Cregan pulling out of you and his seed oozing from your entrance. Such an obscene view had both men drooling.

You were too tired to even move, so after they made sure to wipe out the sticky mess between your legs, they grabbed your body and took you to the center of the bed - laying between them. Right in that moment, you felt like you were in heaven, being pampered by the two men you loved the most and receiving all the attention you desired.

The fact that this was your future brought a smile on your face.

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Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter 1

-About 5k of worldbuilding and angst

There’s an angel in Heaven few know of. Some wonder if she purposely let herself be forgotten, and others know that her isolation isn’t entirely her own fault.

Heaven’s structure wasn’t as simple as Hell’s mainly due to the fact that there were so many roles to play. Not every Archangel and or Virtue was a Seraphim. Seraphim has always been the highest rank, but even amongst themselves there was another ranking system not many knew of, and even they had other angels that outranked them due solely to the Divine’s words. Everyone had their own task, some, the Archangels, were given their tasks directly from the Divine.

The Seven, as they were called, were the Capital Virtues, angels with the rank of Archangel, dedicated undoubtedly to the Divine’s will. As extensions of the Divine, they were rarely seen within any city of Heaven besides possibly the Primum Mobile, where the Divine resided. Few winners were allowed there because only Virtuous Souls could enter those gates. While there were many virtues, the Seven were the ones to look towards to enforce the Divine’s will both in Heaven, and on Earth.

And within that Primum Mobile, the Heaven of the Angels, resides a Seraphim with the rank of Archangel, not a virtue but an angel nearly as old. She’s been around since before the Earth’s creation, long before the Garden of Eden.

She remained there in the Primum Mobile, kept within the walls of the palace, free to leave but knowing it was best to stay. Michael looked upon her, saddened by her melancholy that has not left her for thousands of years. She sat within the library, her black hair falling down her back in gentle waves as wisps of hair fell towards her midnight blue eyes. The two streaks of white weaves through her hair on either side of her. Her lips were set in a straight line, the blue circular marks on the corner of her mouth a stark contrast to the gray of her skin. She flipped the page of her book as he approached, and when she sensed him, she looked up to him with a soft smile on her face.

“Michael, always a pleasure,” she says, and though her tone is welcoming, Michael can still see the pain within her eyes when she looks at him. It breaks his heart knowing exactly why it’s there, but he feels no regret for following the task that the Divine gave him. He knows she understands this, but he also knows that it does nothing to ease her suffering, and nothing has for eons.

“Esther, my dear, when was the last time you left these walls?”

She looks away from him and back to her book, her fingers absently toying with the pages. “I sat in the Garden with Ramiel a few days ago.”

He sighs, knowing that it likely took weeks just to get her to do that much.

“You aren’t confined here, not anymore, and you know that. I know we… I made the mistake of keeping you here long ago as a precaution but that was centuries ago now. You are free to roam the cities as you once did, to roam Earth should you choose to! It pains us to see you like this,” he says, reaching forward to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. His hand slides down her cheek towards her chin to lift her face and see her eyes. “We miss our Eveningstar.”

“I am the Seraph and Archangel of balance, and yet I feel none,” she whispers to him, and his heart breaks for her. “I understand why I was kept here, you know I’ve never questioned the Divine’s words, but it does nothing to fill the emptiness I feel. A half of me is gone, Michael, and I’ll never get him back. Your Eveningstar is here, but my Morningstar is forever out of reach.”

His hand moves back to her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed and she leans into his touch.

“If I gave you a task, one that forced you out of these walls, would you follow it?” He asks her gently.

“A task from you means a task sent from the Divine. Of course I will follow it,” she replies, her voice a bit louder now, with a hint of playfulness. He knows she isn’t happy about it, but as she said, she will follow if that is what the Divine asks of her.

“Gabriel gave me the message, as he thought it was best that I give it to you. There is apparently a meeting today for the Head Council of the first Sphere, one that Sera seemed to not notify us of. The Divine knows, of course, but wouldn’t speak more of it. All Gabriel said was that you were to go to this meeting, assess what Sera is keeping from us, and report back.”

Michael didn’t care much for Sera. She was nice enough, and her devotion was clear, but there was something about her that reminded him a bit of his brother. She wasn’t a dreamer, and she knew when to keep her head down and voice quiet, but she also looked too calculating and too ambitious.

“It sounds like you are keeping something from me as well,” Esther replies, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

He was keeping something from her. He knows it’s best to tell her now instead of letting her be surprised later, but there’s no easy way to say it. “Gabriel has reason to believe that the request for the meeting came from Hell.”

He watches her eyes widen a bit, her jaw falling just slightly as she leans away from his hand. He tries to follow, to keep her grounded, but she leans closer to him now. “If the meeting came from Hell, that can only mean that he requested it.”

“Yes.”

Her breath stutters, and he can see her visibly shaken. “Thousands of years kept here to ensure I don’t see him and all of a sudden, I’m asked to go see him? Michael, what is going on?”

“I don’t know,” he responds, truthful in his answers. He won’t lie to her, he can’t, but he wishes that he could. “If it was up to me, I’d go myself, but Gabriel said that the task was given only to you. I don’t know if it will be him, or Lilith, or… or their daughter. All Gabriel was able to say was that it has something to do with Hell.”

He hates having to be the one to remind her that the Morningstar moved on and had a child. He remembers the day that Gabriel delivered the news. He’d watched as she’d stretched her wings before curling the highest pair over her eyes as she turned and walked away from them, hiding herself deeper into the palace. They hadn’t seen a single tear fall, but Michael still recalls the small broken sound she’d made before hiding away from the rest of them.

He watches again now as her wings settle behind her with a flurry of silver dust, and she stands from her seat. The wings closest to her head, just as before, curl around her, concealing her face from view once more. Her lowest pair curls around her legs, still giving her room to walk but still wrapped like a comforting embrace. The middle pair don’t wrap around her, but they remain limp behind her as if there wasn’t a single bone in them.

“When is the meeting?” She asks him quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. He wants to reach out and comfort her, but she’s already moving towards the door.

“Tomorrow,” he replies. He watches her pause at the doorway for a moment before she turns slightly towards him. Her face is still hidden from him but she gives him a small bow of her head in acknowledgment before walking away.

He has a terrible feeling about this, but he can’t do anything about it. All he can do is trust the Divine as he too leaves the library, letting his own pair of wings come out as he flies back to where he’d last seen Gabriel.

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Charlie recalls being in Heaven and seeing an angel with dark hair and midnight blue eyes. Her skin was gray, just slightly darker than Vaggie’s, and her cheeks had blue circles on them, much like her own and her father’s red cheek marks. She could tell the woman was a high ranking angel, based on the six wigs like her father’s though hers were blue on the inside where he father’s were a deep red. She was beautiful, just as all the other angels there, but there was something about her that felt familiar.

What really got Charlie had been the angel’s eyes. She smiled at those who greeted her, keeping her expression kind and welcoming, but her smile never reached her eyes. It almost looked like she wasn’t truly seeing the people she was speaking to, a far away look in her eyes. She kept her interactions to a minimum.

When Charlie had asked Emily about her, she watched the Seraphim of Joy’s eyes widen happily before abruptly tensing and looking nervous. She looked between Charlie and the other angel with fidgeting hands and cleared her throat.

“That’s Esther…. She’s the Eveningstar,” Emily had said.

Charlie remembers tensing as well, looking back to where she was walking in a new direction. She’s wanted to approach Esther, to say something, but she kept herself rooted in her spot. What could she even say? Hi, I’m Charlie Morningstar, you know the daughter your other half had with someone else!

And how stupid would that sound? Did Esther even know of Charlie’s existence? Did she know that Charlie was even there?

And then she saw her in the meeting. Even Sera had seemed surprised to see her, but Esther kept her gaze on Charlie the whole time. Charlie’s heart nearly broke seeing that far away look in your eyes clear for a moment, likely seeing her resemblance to her father. Esther’s smile never faltered, but there was definitely a sadder quality to it.

Sera seemed to want to continue speaking to her, but she’d excused herself and flew to a higher viewing point beside Emily. Sera looked frustrated, but hadn’t said more, just flew to join them on the podium.

And then that disastrous meeting had happened. Esther had seemed as receptive as Emily, until the moment Adam slipped and mentioned the exterminations. Esther’s eyes had widened, she hadn’t said much, but Charlie could see the glow around her increasing in size and the anger in her expression.

She’d been flung back to hell before she could hear how that ended.

And now, just days since her hotel was rebuilt after the destruction Adam caused, she hadn’t expected to see a portal open in the sky just outside her hotel and Esther come flying down.

The portal had alerted all of them. They rushed to get weapons ready, her dad already had his wings out and ready until they saw who it was. The others kept their weapons up, but Charlie dropped her weapon in surprise and watched as her dad’s wings drooped and his eyes widened in shock.

Esther looked as beautiful as she did the last time Charlie saw her. Her black hair fell around her face and down just past her shoulders in waves. She still had that same sad, soft smile on her face, though her eyes looked more present. Her wings, just as large and radiant as her father’s, fluttered gently around her to keep her afloat.

Charlie watches as Esther looks to her dad briefly before focusing her attention back to herself. She could feel her dad’s confused gaze as Esther approached her, her smile dropping to a frown as she spoke.

“I apologize that I couldn’t be here soon and stop them. Things in Heaven have been… hectic, to say the least. But I wanted to let you know in person that I’ve been doing everything I can to make sure these exterminations never happen again,” Esther said. Her voice is melodic, but soft and almost airy. It felt so different from her father’s richer tone of voice. She sounded and looked so apologetic as she spoke, and based on her reaction back in the meeting, Charlie didn’t doubt that she truly was. “Sera did a great job of keeping her secrets, but the other Seraphim have been made aware, including the Seven, have been made aware now, and they won’t allow for further oversight.”

Charlie cheers with her friends, all excited about the news that there would be no further exterminations, but she could see her dad’s uncertain expression.

“You expect me to believe that the others, that Michael, are just going to leave us alone?” Lucifer asks, his tone doubtful.

Charlie watches as Esther’s wings rattle, the feathers ruffling just slightly, and her eyes close. She takes a deep breath before she turns to Lucifer with a sad expression, her frown deepening. “We haven’t seen each other in eons, and that is the first thing you say to me, Morningstar?”

Lucifer tenses further, pulled tight like a band ready to snap. He looks properly scolded in a way Charlie hasn’t seen anyone besides herself or her mother be capable of.

“It’s uh…it’s been a while? How’ve you been, Eveningstar? You don’t look like you’ve aged a day past a thousand!”

Oh, he’s nervous. Her dad only rambled like that when he was nervous. It’d be a bit funny, if it wasn’t so awkward and a little sad to see him so anxious when confronted by the person who might as well be his soulmate. He was trying to look anywhere but at her, his hands moving sporadically as he fixed his collar, patted down his sleeves, or adjusted his hat.

Her wings curl around her, the top most moving to shield her face, but she doesn’t completely hide it from view. Her dad doesn’t see her expression, still caught up in trying to force his attention anywhere else, but he sees her wings shift, and by the time he looks back, Esther has focused back on Charlie.

“Azrael may come down, as the angel of death, he’s the most upset by this, but Michael is more upset by Sera’s lies than anything else. Unless it is something that directly affects the Divine and Heaven’s safety, he’ll stay in his place. As of now, your actions are seen as a necessary sign of self defense, and that is something even Michael can acknowledge. Unless you plan to directly attack Heaven, Michael has no need to act.”

It’s a relief, and it’s clear on her face because Esther’s smile grows a bit more warm, and a bit more genuine. And just as quickly as it was there, her smile fell again when her dad mumbled “He sure didn’t hesitate to act when I gave Eve the apple.”

“Well luckily self-defense and allowing evil into the world seem to be offenses on opposite sides of the spectrum,” Esther replied, glaring down at him. She wasn’t as tall as Charlie, but she was taller than Vaggie and her dad. Her dad grumbles a bit but doesn’t say anything else, thankfully.

Esther quickly looks to Charlie once more, her smile now a bit sharper due to her annoyance with Lucifer, but kind all the same.

“Wait a sec,” Angel Dust interrupts, stepping forward. “What the actual fuck is going on? We’re just going to ignore the fact that these two know each other?” he asks, pointing between Lucifer and Esther. “And Eveningstar? Morningstar? Hello?!”

“Angel, for once, consider shutting the fuck up,” Vaggie says, groaning as she looks over at the taller sinner.

“What?” Angel whines back. “You can’t expect me to not be surprised when meeting an angel older than Earth who isn’t trying to kill me!””

“I suppose I should introduce myself. I apologize for not doing so earlier,” Esther said, turning to the larger group. “My name is Esther Eveningstar, the Archangel of balance. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“So are you two related or some shit?” Husk asks, just as confused as the rest. Lucifer looks disgusted at the thought, and Esther looks horrified.

“Oh Heavens, no!” Her wings fluttered a bit, and Charlie couldn’t help but be impressed how expressive she was with her wings. “We were um… well…”

“We are a pair,” Lucifer interrupts, looking distraught and completely hurt by her struggle to put their relationship into words. “We’re the original pair.”

Esther looks sad, eyes downcast and her hands fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. “Yes, a pair. We were named the sphere we were created for, Venus, the Morning and Evening Star, the closest to Earth, the first and last seen as the Sun rises and falls. I was created after Lucifer, as a companion… a pair. An even balance.”

“And yet, you spent more time apart than together! How interesting,” Alastor adds. Esther visibly deflates at this, and Lucifer’s teeth grit as his sclera briefly shifts to red.

“Yes, well, things happen, of course! I mean, given the universe's track record I think it’s fair to say that forcing a pair is never for the best. I mean, when has it ever worked, right?” she replies, an awkward chuckle as she continues to stretch the fabric of her dress.

“Hold on now,” Lucifer says, taking a step towards her. She seems to lean towards him, giving herself just that one moment, before she flinches and takes a step back. Lucifer pauses too, unsure of what to do. His voice grows softer, much more gentle now than the awkward banter of earlier. “We worked. We work! We definitely work. I mean, they were based on us!”

“And they separated rather quickly, didn’t they?” Esther asked back, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Then the next wanted more, and you wanted someone else. How many pairs were made after that?”

The Story of Hell, Charlie realizes quickly. They’re talking about Adam and Lilith being a failed pair, followed by Eve’s temptation for more knowledge despite being created specifically for Adam from a piece of Adam’s own body. And the fall, wanting someone else; Esther didn’t have the book. She didn’t know Lucifer’s and Lilith’s side. To her, Lucifer had abandoned her for someone else, for Lilith.

“No, Esther, no, please, you can’t honestly tell me that you believe that. You know I didn’t leave you for someone else. You know, I never meant to let evil in, or to fall, or- or any of it! Please, Es, you have to know that,” Lucifer pleads with her.

And Charlie sees the exact moment, when her dad reaches out to touch her, that Esther sees her dad’s hand, shifts her eyes to look directly at Charlie, and looks back at Lucifer with a look that looks so much like defeat and acceptance that it nearly makes Charlie feel sick.

Vaggie’s hand squeezes her own, and Charlie knows she saw it too. The worst part is, she knows Esther isn’t blaming her, isn’t putting any fault on her, but part of her feels like she is the problem here. If she hadn’t been born, would this whole situation have been different? Would their reunion have been more pleasant, or heartfelt?

“I know you didn’t mean for evil to find its way to Earth, or for Hell’s creation,” Esther says back, just as gentle as Lucifer’s when he spoke, and just as broken. It doesn’t escape any of them that she said nothing about being left for someone else, because at the end of the day, Lucifer may not have fallen in love with anyone else, but that didn’t mean he remained entirely faithful either. And while it seemed that he had moved on, likely the way so many in Heaven believed, she had not. And Charlie couldn’t blame her. The majority of Hell’s residents, he’ll born and sinner alike, didn’t even know her part in the story. Most books erased her part entirely and made her parent’s story one of love. Her parent’s never even married.

Esther takes a step away from them, away from Lucifer, and she pretends she doesn’t see his heart break as he looks at her with eyes overflowing with pain.

Instead, Charlie watches as Esther’s attention is focused back on her once more. “Gabriel also wanted me to mention that your hotel works, and the Divine would be pleased to see you continue with this plan of yours. Sinner has arrived at the first Sphere, a being by the name of Sir Pentious, I believe Emily said.”

“What?” Charlie gasps, shock taking over. Beside her, Vaggie has let go of her hand to grab her shoulders, shaking her a bit. “It- It worked?! Sir Pentious is alive?!”

Esther smiles at her and takes her hands, bringing them together. “He is doing well, as far as the reports say. Emily has tasked herself with taking care of him.”

It doesn’t take long for Charlie to start sobbing. Esther looks flustered, unsure of what to do, but Vaggie brings her closer into a hug and Esther’s hands drop from hers.

“You hear that, Vaggie? We did it! Sir Pentious is in Heaven now,” she says between sobs, grabbing at the back of Vaggie’s shirt. She feels Vaggie patting her hair, shushing her a bit to try and calm her.

”Holy shit, it actually works! Well damn, guess it’s time to get serious, huh?” Angel remarks from the side. Vaggie gives him a glare, likely at the implication that he hadn’t been taking them seriously before, and his second set of arms raise in defense.

“So the big fella upstairs isn’t about to smite us or something?” Husk asks, pushing Angel out of the way.

”Of course not! The Divine is always just in punishment and forgiveness. Human souls are the Divine’s children just as the angels. All are worthy of forgiveness should they seek it and work virtuously towards it. Forgiveness is not easy to obtain, but it is worth the effort,” Esther explains to them.

“But, why now? Why didn’t any of this come up before the Exterminations were started?” Vaggie asks.

Esther shakes her head. “It is not my place to question the Divine. Rarely are we given clear answers, usually just a push in the direction that leads us where we need to go. I must keep my belief that everything happens for a reason the Divine chooses. Every task we are given is from the Divine, and we follow it without question.”

”So he probably knew of the extermination and knew that Sera chick was keeping secrets this whole time, and just let it happen?” Angel adds. Esther visibly winces.

”It sounds terrible, I know. None of us are happy about it. But again, we have to trust there is a reason for all of this. There is a reason that now is the time to put an end to it. I believe it’s because of you, Charlie,” she says, smiling towards her.

”Me?”

Esther chuckles at her incredulous reply. “You may be hellborn but… you are the daughter of an angel. You’re a demon, yes, but you’re also technically a Nephilim.”

”What’s a Nephilim?” Nifty asks, having climbed up onto Alastor’s shoulders. Esther smiles up at her.

“A Nephilim is a child born of an angel and a human.” She looks back at Charlie now. “You’ve certainly got an interesting mix in you; a Seraphim, a Human, and a Demon all combined. Not only that, but the first of each kind! I believe if anyone would be capable of bringing upon redemption for the souls of sinners, it would be someone capable of understanding both sides.”

She laughs a bit at the awestruck looks they are shifting between her and Charlie. She didn’t think it would be that surprising, considering it’s no secret that Lucifer was not only a Seraphim, but a Archangel and Virtue himself, but it seems Lucifer didn’t mention much about Heaven to her.

“I will be returning every so often, to check on your progress as well as keep you up to date on the status of Heaven. As I mentioned before, Sera will be punished for her actions. How the Divine chooses to do so has yet to be seen, but Gabriel and Michael will likely be the ones to deal with that. Now,” she says, her tone lowering slightly as she turns back to Lucifer, expression once again tense. “Samael, a word in private, please?”

She bows slightly to the group before turning and walking away. Charlie looks around in confusion as to who Samael was, if another angel had been with her, when see’s her dad’s shoulders raise and back straighten. He shifts slightly on his feet before trudging behind her, dragging his feet the whole time.

”Am I missing something else? Who the fuck is Samael?” Angel asks.

”It’s Lucifer,” Vaggie replies. Even Charlie looks at her, confused. “I thought you guys knew this? You know how before you got to hell, you thought Lucifer and Satan were the same person? It’s kinda like that. His name is Lucifer, always has been, but every Archangel, every Virtue, has a name in reference to God. His name was Samael. And like most of the high ranking angels, he had a lot of roles.”

”How do you know all this?” Charlie asks. “And what were his roles? The Story of Hell doesn’t mention any of that.”

Vaggie shrugs. “Heaven’s got a lot of books, and I had a lot of time. Plus, your dad doesn’t like to talk about Heaven, so I’m not surprised he made sure it wasn’t in the book. He was known as a lot of things; an angel of music who led the choirs in God’s name, the Virtue of Humility, and an angel of death, created to destroy sin.”

”You expect me to believe the first sin, the sin of Pride, the one that created this damned place, was a Virtue?” Husk asks. He looks irritated, and Vaggie’s expression matches his.

”He was one of the original Capital Virtues, one of the Seven. But every Virtue has a Vice and Lucifer fell to his. He hated sin, but he also wasn’t against it. It’s why he was called a dreamer. He wanted people to have free will, because he wanted people to be able to choose between right and wrong, and hoped that if humans were created to be as good as God said, they wouldn’t choose wrong.”

”But they did,” Charlie replies, voice just above a whisper. Vaggie nods at her interruption.

“I think it’s why he allowed the exterminations in the first place. He allowed for free will, allowed the possibility of sin, but he never meant for evil to come with it, or hell to be created. So he allowed sinners to be killed, because that was one of his tasks as an angel of death, to destroy sin.”

”But he’s now the Sin of Pride, he may hate it, but he’ll never say that he was wrong. And he wasn’t! People should have the chance to choose for themselves! He should take pride in that,” Charlie says, wanting to defend her dad. From who, she isn’t sure, maybe the universe at this point. None of this felt fair. It felt like he was doomed from the start.

”I know, sweetheart. I’m just saying, there’s a lot more to the story than just Hell’s side of things,” Vaggie replies, patting her arm. “So yeah, Lucifer is the name he was given as a Seraphim based on his Sphere, but Samael is the name he was given based on his role as an Archangel and Virtue.”

”Why does this sound like it’s gonna turn into a whole lesson. I thought I had enough school time when I was alive, don’t tell me I gotta deal with this shit in death too. And you angels keep talkin’ about Spheres! The fuck is that supposed to be?” Angel whines. Husk elbows him in the hip and he whines more, swatting at his arm.

”The same way Hell has it’s seven rings, Heaven has it’s seven spheres. It’s… a lot, honestly, and I think we can save the Heaven History lessons for another day, because there’s a lot to get into and I think we’ve all had enough for the day.”

”Quite so,” Alastor says. “How about we all head back into the hotel and let our King handle the rest. I’m sure he’ll tell us if there’s anything else of importance we need to know.”

Nifty hops off of him and starts walking back to the hotel without question, giggling to herself about all the bugs she’s sure to catch now that she’s given them a chance to roam. Husk and Angel shrug and follow, most likely already planning to sit at the bar and drink themselves under the table after all the revelations they’ve had today.

Charlie looks to where her dad and Esther are still talking, neither of them really looking at the other, but both still somehow almost leaning towards each other.

”They’ll be okay, Charlie,” Vaggie says, taking her hand once more. “Unconditional, remember?”

”Yeah,” Charlie replies, looking down at her girlfriend with a small smile. “I just hope that’s enough for them.”

——————————————————

Oh boy this took me a while to figure out how to write.

To make it clear, Esther and Lucifer were never married, but they were in a romantic relationship, which is why Esther believes Lucifer did cheat on her and believes part of the reason he and Lilith did what they did and fell is because of that.

The worldbuilding is mostly about Heaven. Since we don’t see much of it in the show, there’s a lot to speculate on. The same way the show sort of reference’s Dante’s rings of hell, I’m also going to base Heaven loosely on Dante’s spheres of paradise.

Also! I drew a picture of how I see Esther in my style, as well as a little doodle of how I’d draw Lucifer in my own style (yes, I gave him a little nose). The same way Lucifer has a lighter streak in his hair, I wanted Esther to have something similar, but ended up with just two streaks of white on both sides of her hair. I tried a couple different hairstyles and outfits on her before I settled on this one (though part of me is debating if I want her to eventually cut her hair. I haven’t decided yet).

[pearlesscentt]

open road promises

── based on love in the little things, but can be read on its own.

seungcheol x reader, established relationship, fluff, 578 words

the day had been a whirlwind — of emotions, of activities and homecooked meals, of inquisitive questioning. though you had met seungcheol's parents and brother before, today was your first time meeting his extended family. the moment you entered their living room, you felt like the epicenter of an adoring hurricane. right after greeting his mom with a hug, two of his aunts were already pulling you to the side with excitement. it wasn't long before laughter filled the air, as each cousin eagerly shared with you some anecdotes from when they were growing up with your boyfriend. the whole time they were exchanging stories, they were also showering you with attention; they asked about your life, your family, your dreams, and of course, your plans with seungcheol.

amidst the chaos of questions and well-meaning advice, you stole knowing glances at your boyfriend, your eyes speaking of shared amusement and exhaustion. his family's love for him was undeniable and it translated into an overwhelming desire to ensure his happiness with you.

"so," one of his aunts chimed in, "when do we get to see the wedding?"

you could feel your face heat up at the sudden question, quickly hiding it with a chuckle. "don't worry, we'll let everyone know when we're ready." you said.

another aunt of his leaned closer to you and whispered, "don't wait too long, dear." there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "our seungcheol can be quite impatient."

despite the feeling of being examined under the microscope and the inevitable awkwardness—that seungcheol was always quick to rescue you from—you couldn't help but appreciate their love for each other. they're a big family, but from the teasing to the laughter, warmth radiated from everyone in the room. a true attestation of the genuine care and endearment they have for one another, and now by extension, to you.

by the time you left, drained yet touched by the whole experience, the car ride home felt like a quiet oasis. it was only the hum of the car's engine blended with the soft tune of whatever's playing on the radio that filled the air; a soothing backdrop to the exhaustion both of you felt. when you looked out the window, the world was bathed in the gentle glow of twilight, a stark contrast to the affection onslaught that ensued earlier.

you felt seungcheol reach out to hold your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. he turned his head slightly to glance at you, his eyes still fixed on the road, that familiar spark of affection shimmered within them. you already knew there was something he wanted to say.

"what is it?" you asked.

"i'm really gonna marry you someday, you know?" he said, his voice was soft like a lullaby but it was firm as if he had already made up his mind.

your heartbeat sped up, the weight of his words settling into your soul. sure, you had talked about marriage on countless occasions, but that doesn't mean the mere mention of it makes you any less giddy. despite your fatigue, a smile tugged at your lips, "is that a threat?" you teased.

his own smile, the one that could melt all of your worries away, graced his face. in that moment, the weariness of the day dissolved into the shared warmth of your dreams and your future, driving onward together into the quiet, comforting embrace of the night.

"it's a promise," he said.

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[thesugarsoiree]

Of Winter’s Flame | CHAPTER THREE

The room stunk of incense and sickness, a detailed miniature carving of what Y/n assumed to be Old Valyria standing between her and the King. Alicent had already glided past the structure, smooth steps taking her to the shadowy bedside of her husband. Y/n followed slowly, watching Alicent whisper to the figure which was sitting up in bed.

“Come closer, child, so that I may see you.” The King’s voice was frail, weaker than Y/n had imagined. He sounded like no king at all, barely a whisper of a man. As Y/n got closer the details of the King’s state became more noticeable. He was skinny, with none of the fat on his bones that Y/n had been told would be there. His hair was in thin strings, barely holding onto his blemished scalp, while his face was creased into a look of pain. Age and whatever illness he held did not do him well, the cracks on his lips apparent as he licked them with a tongue white as milk. Alicent beckoned her forward, her hands looking like a child’s compared to the King’s knobbly digits.

“May I present Lady Y/n Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Morgana Stark.” Alicent formally introduced Y/n to the King, still keeping hold of her hand while the other was gently stroking her husband's shoulder. Viserys smiled, reaching out a shaky hand to take Y/n’s. His skin was scaly and wrinkled, blackened nails tightening around Y/n’s fingers.

“You have your fathers eyes.” He smiled, the wetness sitting within his chest making his breaths labored and small.

“So I have been told, your grace.” Y/n curtsied as best she could, eyes moving between the King and Queen.

“You are just as I hoped you would be from our writings,” Viserys swallowed, letting go of her hand gently, “I have awaited your arrival eagerly, my dear.”

“I too have been anxious to meet, your gra—” Viserys shook his head, pursing his lips.

“We are family, Y/n. In private you may refer to me as ‘uncle’. Such formalities are only needed at court.” He waved, Y/n nodding along to his words.

“Of course, Uncle. You seem to be doing better than when we last spoke, I see that the wound on your cheek has healed.” Y/n commented, although his right eye was still clouded by a greying spot. What made Y/n happiest about looking at the King was seeing the youthfulness in his good eye, the awareness it presented despite his body betraying him.

“Yes, let us hope it stays that way.” Viserys laughed, Alicent letting out a polite chuckle.

“You have come a very long way Y/n, I’m sure you desire to bathe and such. I am glad to be the first of your family you have met here in the Red Keep. We shall talk again, perhaps over dinner tonight.” The King hummed, squeezing the hand Alicent placed on his shoulder.

“I will show you to your chambers.” The Queen said, kissing her husband's forehead before escorting Y/n out of the room. They walked in silence to Y/n’s chambers, bidding each other good-day as Y/n closed her door. Her maids were still organizing her things, all quietly working to make Y/n’s stay a comfortable one.

“May I have a bath drawn, if possible?” Y/n asked the woman nearest to her, the young servant bowing before enlisting others to help. Before long Y/n had undressed and was guided into her tub, a few maids staying to help wash her. Y/n breathed in the sweet scented oils and goats milk swirling within the hot water, leaning back as an older southern maid unbraided her hair. Half of the women in the room were her maids from Winterfell, and the other half were attendants the Queen had so generously offered her.

“What is your name?” Y/n turned her head slightly to address the maid combing her hands through her hair, the tan-skinned woman raising her brows before she responded.

“Lysana, my lady.” She bowed her head briefly, continuing to search for knots within Y/n’s dark hair.

“Lysana, how long have you worked within the Red Keep?” Y/n questioned, the maids beginning to scrub gently along her body.

“Since the late Prince Baelon was born, my lady.” Lysana answered curtly, taking oils from beside her and patting them into Y/n’s hair.

“Then you must know of the Queen’s children, yes?” Y/n stared forward at the tapestry that hung in front of her, two dragons encircling each other in what she interpreted as a mating dance.

“Yes, I was the wet nurse to Prince Aegon when he was a babe, then his younger sister Princess Helaena.” Lysana sounded proud when she revealed what she’d done, a confident smile gracing her freckled cheeks.

“Would you tell me about them? My cousins?” Lysana hummed for a moment at the request, beginning to re-braid Y/n’s hair, only it didn't feel like she was repeating the same pattern.

“Your cousins are much like their mother, the only thing that sets them apart is the colour of their hair.” Lysana rolled her eyes, platting faster.

“I have only heard rumors about the way they act, would you tell me in truth who they are? I will not punish you for being honest.” Y/n needed to hear what she was going into from someone who wasn't the Queen or King or her biased uncle.

“I…I suppose, if it’s what my lady wishes. Your youngest cousin, Prince Daeron, is off in Old Town with the Queen’s family. The other three reside here within the Red Keep. All of them are…unique in their own ways. I would suggest spending your time around the Princess Helaena. She is a sweet girl, and she has not yet been burdened with the gift of motherhood.” Lysana chuckled at the thought.

“The Queen told me that she often resides by the Weirwood tree in the gardens, is this true?” Y/n asked, Lysana shrugging her shoulders.

“From what I know, it is the truth. Perhaps my Lady would like to be escorted to the gardens after her bath?” Lysana tucked the last piece of Y/n’s hair in, passing a mirror to her.

“You know the northern styles?” Y/n laughed, her hair in a familiar updo which she had not done in quite some time.

“I learned for your arrival, my Lady. Many servants of the crown come from all over Westeros, we teach each other the ways of each land.” Lysana helped Y/n get out of the bath, the maids toweling her dry.

“Lysana, I believe that visiting the gardens is a wonderful idea. Would you escort me once I am dressed?” Y/n allowed the ladies around her to begin the process of dressing her, soft linen undergarments being pulled on first.

“Whatever my Lady wishes.” Lysana bowed, cleaning up around the bath.

Y/n checked herself over in the mirror one last time, playing with the soft sleeves of her dress. It was lighter than the one she arrived with, more suited to the warm southern weather than her heaps of furs. She had made many like it, all of northern style but with southern fabrics like the ones she had seen the Queen wearing. A maid opened the door for her, Y/n’s guards standing at attention and following close behind with Tohrren as Lysana led her towards the gardens.

When Y/n stepped outside into the gardens it was like she was stepping onto a whole new continent. The trees were livelier, with multi-coloured flowers and flourishing bushes lining every pathway. Although she would die for the north, Y/n had to admit, northern greenery could not hold a candle to what the south possessed.

“Would you like me to show you to the Weirwood tree, my Lady?” Lysana asked. Y/n shook her head, unleashing Tohrren and beckoning him to go forth.

“No need, Tohrren and I will enjoy exploring on our own. Thank you, Lysana.” The woman curtsied, departing back into the Red Keep. Y/n turned to face her guards, dismissing them as well although they attempted to protest at first. What Y/n needed was to be alone with her thoughts; alone aside from Tohrren, of course.

Y/n strolled lazily through the tall hedges and blossoming trees, Tohrren running wildly up and down the pathways they traversed, chasing butterflies as if he had never seen one in his life. The scents of the garden were strong, floral and pine surrounding her like smoke. Tohrren stopped running abruptly, ears and tail piqued as he looked down a pathway. He let out a small bark, inquisitively tilting his head.

“What is it, Tohrren?” Y/n questioned, coming to his side. She looked down the pathway as well and it took a moment for her eyes to focus on what, or rather who, was before her. It was a young girl, a bit older than Y/n, with familiar waves of silver hair and a book nestled neatly in her lap. Behind her stood the Weirwood tree, its carved face bleeding the soothing red sap Y/n had grown used to. She approached slowly, Tohrren following suit, the young girl lifting her head at the approaching footsteps. The girl had periwinkle eyes, almost misty with the way they regarded Y/n.

“Hello.” Y/n curtsied, arriving in front of the girl. She nodded her head with a restrained smile, marking the page she was on in her book and closing it.

“Hello.” The girl repeated, eyes wandering but never looking into Y/n’s.

“My name is Y/n Targaryen, or Y/n, if it pleases her highness.” Y/n pet Tohrren to calm her nerves, the girl looking intensely at the hound.

“Please, call me Helaena.” Helaena gripped onto her book, still looking at Tohrren.

“Would you like to pet him?” That made Helaena look up, the princess nodding without uttering a word. Y/n released him, coaxing him forward to Helaena’s side. Y/n sat down on the bench beside her, Helaena laughing when Tohrren licked her palm.

“He seems quite taken with you.” Y/n noted, Helaena nodding with a grin.

“I’ve never seen a northern hound before, only spiders.” The Princess hummed, turning her head as Tohrren did.

“You keep northern spiders?” Y/n asked, beginning to understand why Helaena held the reputation that she did.

“Yes, northern, southern, western, and one from Asshai.” Helaena turned to face Y/n, tapping her book. Y/n looked at it, the title reading ‘Arachnid History’ by one of the many maesters of the Citadel.

“How does one become the keeper of an Asshai spider?” Y/n tried to ignore the crawling feeling she got at the mention of the small insects, instead playing with the hems of her sleeves.

“My mother got it for me, for my birthday last year. Merchants in Pentos collect them to sell for their poison, but not many sell them alive, not like mine.” Helaena frowned, the lilt in her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, well then it is a good thing that your mother was able to find one. Similarly, my uncle gave me Tohrren for my birthday when I was very young.” Y/n scratched behind his ear, his tail wagging behind him.

“He is a good gift.” Helaena praised, her hands now neatly within her lap.

“You are Prince Daemon’s daughter, correct? The one who came from the north?” Y/n nodded at that, copying Helaena and placing her hands in her lap.

“I believe that the south has a gift for you as well, yes, a marvelous gift made of lightning.” Helaena stood up, Y/n following her actions once more.

“Lightning? I’m not sure I follow,” Y/n shook her head, confused at her cousin's words.

“No need to follow, you will know. I am glad to have another girl in the Red Keep, I’ve always wanted a sister.” Helaena giggled, patting Tohrren’s head. She gave Y/n a tight hug before curtsying.

“I must go now, but I hope that we may talk in the future, good sister.” Y/n wanted to say something at the insinuation that she was Helaenas sister by marriage, but the girl turned and skipped down another path back into the garden, leaving Y/n standing beneath the Weirwood tree. Y/n chuckled, now realizing why the realms second princess was regarded as such a unique character.

Y/n returned back to the Red Keep, hoping that she would meet her other two cousins over supper later that evening. Perhaps their reputations also held some truth, maybe the eldest prince was a whore-drunk swine and the middle son was a heartless warrior. Although, Y/n did wonder what rumours surrounded her; the unwanted first child of the Rogue Prince.

Y/n rolled her shoulders, relaxing back into her chaise as she waited for her invitation to dinner. Whatever reputation she held the King seemed to have no qualms, his only opinion being that Y/n had loose-handed penmanship. Y/n closed her eyes, Tohrren resting like a heavy blanket within her lap. Whatever she was meant to be doing here, she was sure it would all be fine. She was certain.

She had to be.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

On my knees for you || Part 1

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.2K

SUMMARY || Tony lets you know he's having a long and hard day at the office, so you decide to come over and relieve some of the tension he's been holding onto lately. It just won't be in the way he had expected you to do it.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar relationship. Established relationship. CEO!Tony Stark. Porn with a bit of plot.

SMUT || Semi-public sex. D/S undertones. Power exchange. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Degradation. Praise. Hair pulling. Nipple play. Hand job. Masturbation. Fingering. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Cum swallowing.

A/N || This idea came to life after a comment my dear friend @ccbsrmsf1 made, and ever since then, I can't stop thinking about this story! Thank you so much for inspiring this and proofreading it! I love you 3.000 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @anyfandomkinkbingo || Wet dreams Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Hand job Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Frosty || Nipple play

Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "Is this a simulation?" Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Setting: On the floor Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || Like a God to me

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist || Part 2

Today's an easy, relaxing day for you as you spend it in Tony's penthouse with your rescue kitten, Moon, while your boyfriend works in his office. Since you're staying with him during your days off, you're cleaning his apartment between taking care of Moon and his feedings, and when you're about to do some cleaning, you stumble upon some old photos of Tony.

"Look, it's your Daddy when he was in college. Wasn't he adorable back then?" you ask Moon, who's also looking at the photo. This man has aged like some of the finest wine there is, and you can't get enough of it, but you're quickly pulled from your thoughts when you get a text from Tony.

My Angel 💙 >> How are my favorite girl and our baby doing up there? I miss you two so much. Work is stressing me out to no end today... I want to be cuddled up with you two on the couch 🥺

As you read the message, you send a photo back to him. Moon, your rescue kitten, is perched on your shoulder, his soft fur tickling your cheek. You open the camera feature quickly, capturing the moment. You look at yourself and Moon before making a kissy face and a wink, too, and you snap a few photos to ensure the right one is in there somewhere.

"What do you think, Moon? Will Daddy like it when I send him a photo of us? I think he will!" you tell your kitten, who meows softly. You smile at his response before picking the perfect one - it shows off your cleavage perfectly as you're wearing a low-cut shirt and no bra, which Tony definitely will notice.

Sugar ❤️ >> We miss you too, Daddy ❤️

You send back the text attached with the photo, and not even seconds later, you get a few emojis of drooling faces back, and you know your plan worked. As you see his name on your screen, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, and a smile forms.

Since you and Tony became official, your love has only grown stronger. You find yourselves constantly texting each other, unable to express your love enough. The depth of your love is palpable, and now that you're living with him for a few days, you know you can get used to being here with him and your kitten all the time.

Just as you're about to put your phone away, an idea pops into your head, and you quickly look at his calendar to find out he has a free half-hour soon. Your smile grows as your heartbeat quickly picks up at the idea forming in your head, and you can't wait to surprise Tony and maybe relieve some stress simultaneously.

"What do you think? Are you going to nap for a bit? I'm going to surprise Daddy, but I'll be back before your next feeding," you tell Moon, and he meows in response. You smile at him before walking over to his favorite spot in the house—the little hammock on his cat tree—where you place him, and he immediately curls into a little black ball.

"Sleep well, my beautiful Moon," you whisper as you give a few more scratches. Before you know it, he's dozed off, so you can go and visit Tony now. To be safe, you turn on the baby monitor Tony installed, which will alert you if something is going on. However, he's a good sleeper, so you'll doubt anything will happen.

Before you go, you add a bit of mascara to your otherwise bare face, and after one last look in the mirror, you head towards the elevator, ready to meet Tony in his office. Clad in nothing more than a loose tank top, cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of low-top Converse, you make your way over, your panties already flooding with arousal at the thought of what you're about to do.

As you approach his office, you see his secretary is gone, so you knock on Tony's door, knowing you should only waltz in there if there's an emergency.

"Come in!" your boyfriend says from the other side of the door. Exhaustion is evident in his voice, as he has been working hard for days. Having you and Moon at his apartment gave him enough reasons to return sooner, but he still has a lot of work to take care of.

As you open the door, you're greeted by Tony looking through a pile of paperwork. You wish you had filmed the reaction on Tony's face as he saw you walk in, as it is priceless.

"Hi, Daddy," you say in a sing-song voice, and his head snaps up at you, a big smile instantly appearing on his face. Before he says anything, he lets his gaze wander down your body, and your perked nipples poking through the thin material of your tank top and the way your thighs clench to give a little relief don't go unnoticed by his expertly trained gaze.

Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you walk into his office. You close the door behind you and lock it before stepping in further. Tony could feel himself straining against the tight fabric of his pants, and it seemed like the temperature had shot up a few degrees with your arrival as well, as he loosened his tie.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes today, Sugar?" Tony asks with a deep voice, the vibration of it making your core burn even harder as your panties soak further. You approach him as he turns his chair to greet you, and you lean forward, your hands lying on the rests as you kiss his lips softly.

"I thought I'd visit my Daddy in his office because I can't stop thinking about you. I've been looking through some old photos of yours earlier, and I can't shake the thought that you're aging like a fine wine, and I want to get drunk on your taste," you whisper in his ear, making Tony moan softly.

As you pull back, you sink on your knees, and Tony gladly spreads his legs for you, giving you all the room you need to do whatever you have in mind. Seeing you with your big, round eyes, plump lips, rosy cheeks, and mischievous smile is the topic of many of his wet dreams, and he can't believe he's about to live through one of them.

You quickly loosen his pants, only to find his bare, hard cock already straining against it, as he's not wearing any underwear today - precisely the way you like it. As you pull it out of his pants, you revel in the flushed, red mushroom tip and the light blue veins running across the length of it. Your fingers barely wrap around it, and you usually struggle to take all of it in your mouth and throat, but that doesn't stop you from trying.

"You're such a naughty boy today, not wearing any underwear to work? I'd almost think you want people to know you're such an easy slut for me," you tut, and Tony groans as he throws his head back. His cock twitches in your hand at his words, and a bead of precum gathers at the tip as you squeeze softly.

"Is this a simulation?" Tony whispers to himself as he looks at the way you're kneeling between his spread legs, his cock looking huge in your small hand, your gaze hungry as you look at the monster you're holding. A devilish smile curls onto your features, and your gaze meets his.

"I don't know, but just in case it is, you should enjoy every last second of it, Daddy," you tell him, and he quickly nods. As you move your hand slowly up and down, you let the nails of your free hand glide over his inner thigh, and you can see the goosebumps forming on the bare skin of his stomach, where he lifted his shirt.

"Why don't you open your shirt for me and play with those beautiful, pink, sensitive nipples?" you ask Tony, and without answering, he immediately rips open his shirt, revealing his chiseled abdomen and broad chest, his nipples already perked at the sensation you're giving him.

As soon as his fingers make contact with his sensitive nipples, he moans, and his hips out into your hand, trying to seek more friction. His brain has already been reduced to nothing but a puddle of goo as you're working him over slowly, your hand twisting with every up-and-down motion. His moans are already uncontrolled, but when you free his balls, too, he moans your name loudly.

"That's it, let everyone know who's making you feel this good," you order, and he moans your name again, his eyes slipping shut as the pleasure almost becomes too much. You haven't even wrapped your soft lips around him yet, and he's already on the edge, making you preen on the inside.

"Look at me, Daddy. Look at me as I swallow your fucking cock," you order, and with a deep breath, he looks at you, the color of your irises wholly taken over by your pupils from pure lust, your free hand now between your legs to relieve some of the tension.

"Hmm, you're like a God to me," you praise him before leaning forward and taking his cock into your mouth. The salty taste of the precum and something undeniably Tony has you moaning around him, and your fingers are making quick work of your clit, as you revel in the power you're currently holding over your boyfriend.

Where Tony's hands were first squeezing his armrests tightly, he's now grabbing onto your hair, grabbing it into a makeshift ponytail before changing the rhythm to his liking. You hollow your cheeks as you take more and more of him into your mouth, your knees digging into the plush fabric of the carpet as you shift slightly.

"Feels so fucking good around my cock, Sugar. You're made to fuckin' suck me with that tight throat of yours," Tony growls as he ruts into your throat, and you swallow him deeper with every thrust, mascara running down your cheeks as he works himself deeper.

It doesn't take long for your nose to hit his pubic bone, and you are taking every last inch of him into your mouth and throat, Tony moaning appreciatively. Your fingers keep rubbing your clit to get the edge off, but not enough to push you over just yet.

"Hmm, touching your little sensitive button, aren't you? Gettin' so horny from sucking off your Daddy, you can't stay away from your clit?" he asks, and you try to shake your head with all your might, but it's difficult with the way he keeps fucking himself into your throat.

If he keeps this up, your mascara will run over your cheeks, making you look filthy, and drool will leak from the corners of your mouth as well.

"Couldn't even wait for her Daddy to come home, could you? Such a needy little girl for Daddy's cock," he tells you, and you moan around his length, making his head fall back in response. His orgasm is building rapidly, and with one last stroke, he keeps you on his cock as he cums, every last drop of it shooting down your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop of it.

"Good fuckin' girl, now get up here and let Daddy finish you off too," he groans, and you do as he asks, though it's not as graceful as you would hope. His cock is softening between his thighs as you take your place on them, and without warning, Tony shoves his hand into your shorts, finding your soaked panties.

"That's it, cum on Daddy's fingers like a good little slut," he tells you, two of his fingers stretching your tight walls as you bounce up and down on them, and his thumb keeps playing with your sensitive little button. Your brows are knitted together, and with a loud moan of his name, you're writhing in his lap as he works you through your orgasm.

As you're coming down from your high, he pulls you close against his body, his warm hands soothing over your bare back underneath your shirt and your eyes falling shut. You both have a few more minutes to bask in the afterglow of what you have just done, and even though it left you wanting more, you're more than satisfied for now.

"I love you so much, Sugar; I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers in your ear, and the rosy tint on your cheeks had developed into a deep red blush when he was practically fucking your throat, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Love you too," you say with a raspy voice, and all too soon for your liking, it's time to go back to the penthouse. When you're both dressed and decent, Tony places a few more soft kisses on your lips before smacking your butt softly to let you go.

"You'd better be naked and ready when I'm done with work in an hour, Sugar, because I'm going to fucking ruin you when I'm home," Tony tells you, and you nod shyly before unlocking the door and slipping out of his office.

[slytherinsallows]

Sleepover in the ROR: Part 2 (Mc x Sebastian x Ominis x Garreth Smut 🌶️🌶️🌶️)

Tags: oral, slight breeding kink, foursome

A/N: Ty for the love on the first part, here’s part 2 of their sleepover! Warning: it gets pretty wild 🫢 I’ve got some other ideas for fics/ oneshots but don’t hesitate to suggest me some I’d love to bring them to life! Anyway, enjoy ;)

“I think we should play a little game of naughty truth or dare…” Sebastian teased as he ran a finger down Mcs arm

“I thought you all were just going to fuck me” she pouted, clearly unhappy with the delay in sex. “We can’t make it that easy for you, now can we?” Sebastian laughed, a hint of evil showing up, knowing this would all be pure torture for her.

Garreth rubbed his hands together in excitement. “Now this is more like it…don’t worry love, I have plenty of questions for you” he winked, subtly stroking his growing bulge. “I suppose I should start, truth or dare my dear?” Ominis whispered, eager to start the game, his tongue tracing across her ear lobe and neck as he spoke.

“Do I get to get you guys to do dares?” She asked excitedly, thinking of all the scenarios she could have the power to get these men into. “Hmmm… after we’ve had our fun with you, I’ll think about it. You are OUR toy after all.” Sebastian smirked.

“Okay fine, dare” she said boldly, hoping one of them would just give in and fill her up already. Unfortunately they weren’t gonna make it as simple as that for her…

“I dare you to take off that pretty little top of yours” Ominis whispered, sucking along her neck. “Easy!” She exclaimed, swiftly removing it, exposing her erect nipples to them.

Garreth let out a small gasp, suddenly getting an overwhelming urge to suck them, wanting to run his now veiny hands all over her pretty pink buds. Ominis listened out for when she took it off and grasped at them softly, mesmerised by her silky smooth skin.

“Well that’s a good start” Sebastian remarked, licking his lips subtly. “Okay now it’s my turn…” he decided.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you… to make ominis cum”

“Okay easy-“

“Dry humping him” Sebastian finished

Ominis’ face was a crimson red now, a stark difference from his usually pale complexion. Even though Sebastian could be very possessive over mc, watching her so needy for cock, not just his cock at that, turned him on massively. Plus he’d get an amazing view of her ass bouncing as she desperately humped him.

“O-okay.” Mc swallowed, this was all just testing her patience massively. Ominis lay back as she straddled him, fitting perfectly on his lap, her pussy right over his clothed member. Ominis moaned softly as she started grinding against him, working his cock under two layers of fabric. It was a glimpse of pleasure each time it ran across her clit and it was just making her more feral and desperate to take it. She quickened her pace, Sebastian and garreths eyes both locked on her juicy ass as it moved back and forth across Ominis’ lap.

“Mc-“ Ominis breathed, already seeming close from her work. “I can feel how wet you are even through all this” he groaned, throwing his head back and enjoying her doing all the work on him. His little whimpers and moans filled the room and were everything, not just turning Mc on but Garreth and Seb as well . Mc was panting heavily from her frustration and it was more than enough to throw Ominis over the edge, completing her dare. She watched as a dark patch on his crotch spread, the cum leaking out a little. Ominis smiled shyly, kissing her forehead for her work. Mc pouted softly, “what a waste omi… that could’ve been inside me” she complained, trailing her finger in his wet patch.

“Soon love” Sebastian chuckled, tapping the ground to get her off the boys lap.

“I suppose it’s my turn now. Fuck that was hot to watch.” garreth groaned, sweeping his long messy red hair out of his face. “Truth or dare love?”

“Mm truth” mc said, needing a minute to catch her breath after that intensity.

“Mm okay, what’s your biggest fantasy?”

All the boys listened for her answer, eager to listen and maybe even fulfil whatever came out of her mouth.

“Well… I’ve always dreamt of being tied up I guess…”

“Garreth give me your tie” Sebastian snapped his fingers at the redhead before pulling at his collar hastily.

“Wait! You need to let me pick a dare for you first!” She complained.

“Okay brat, so what do you want to see us do princess?”

Sebastian’s and garreths cocks were about ready to explode at this point, whilst Ominis was already getting hard again after his release.

“Hm… I wanna see you suck…Garreth off” Mc smiled, folding her arms across her exposed breasts.

Sebastian choked on his saliva, unsure how to react. Part of him was in shock, he had never really thought about being on a boy before until tonight but his curiosity had tested him, he’ll admit. And the other half of him just wanted him to do it, shamelessly try it, and surprise Garreth. “Depends if Garreth could handle me” he tried at a tease, eyeing the redhead up and down.

“I’m too fucking horny sallow, go for it” Garreth moaned, ripping off his trousers, desperate to get something. He’d normally be a little shy at this kind of scenario, but something peaked his interest at the idea of seeing Sebastian on his knees for him; the boy who’d constantly ridicule and bicker with him, teasing him at any opportunity would suddenly be submitted to him. Who knows? Maybe he’d enjoy this…

Sebastian smirked, getting to his knees and massaging Garreth through his pre cum stained boxers. Although HE was the one on his knees, it still felt and looked like he was in control here as he slowly pulled them down, making direct eye contact with the gryffindor before circling his tongue over the tip of his cock. Garreths leg jolted up, a natural reaction to this foreign sensation. “Ah” he groaned, tilting his head back and gritting his teeth slightly as mc watched Sebastian begin to work his length.

“Look at me garreth” Sebastian’s voice went dark, as he demanded the boy to look at him. Garreth sat up, doing as he’s told as he watched Sebastian take his member in and out of his mouth. Garreth moaned as he did, resisting the urge to grab Sebastian’s messy hair and face fuck him.

Sebastian took it further, getting turned on knowing mc was enjoying this, taking garreths cock right to the back of his mouth. He gagged a little at garreths length, he was a similar size to him but a little bit thicker. “I’m literally gonna cum already” garreth wriggled, trying to hold out longer, but he was just too pent up. He was expecting Sebastian to pull away but to his surprise, Sebastian swallowed his seed, looking him in the eyes as he did, seductively lapping up and savouring every drop.

“Bloody hell” he groaned, still coming down. Mcs jaw was basically on the floor at this point, ridiculously wet at the view of t he two.

“Well that was different” Sebastian coughed. “Bet you didn’t expect that Weasley” he winked.

“I think you two should do that instead of arguing over something next time. It’s much faster and a lot hotter” mc piped up, giggling at the two.

“Oh yeah? And I think you should get on that bed, slut… before I have you all for myself” Seb threatened, pushing her harshly on to the centre of the bed.

Ominis handed him his tie whilst garreth calmed down, and Sebastian took her hands and tied them up to the headboard in a pretty bow. “Look at you. You just can’t wait for us can you?” Sebastian replied to her moans and struggles.

She shook her head frantically. She looked down at her soaking wet shorts and back at Sebastian, as if she even needed to imply what she craved.

“Since I haven’t cum yet, I think it’s only fair I get the first go” Sebastian stated, smirking. Garreth joined them on the bed having finally came down from his high, him and ominis ready waiting their turn inside of her.

“Fuck your little cunt is so pretty and wet for me… Im going to ruin it completely” Sebastian stated after tugging her shorts off. He quickly tore his clothes off before giving his cock a few pumps and lining himself at her entrance.

“Sebastian…” she cried.

“I haven’t even put the tip in yet love, there’s a whole lot worse coming” he told her as he teased her slit.

“Listen to her Sebastian… she needs you” ominis said, feeling sorry for mc at this point, knowing how pent up she must be by now.

Without warning Sebastian slid his length inside of her walls, pinning mcs legs down as she wriggled in pleasure. “Is this what you wanted you needy little slut?” Sebastian asked as he reached her ends, holding his cock there for a minute so she could adjust to his length.

“Yes… exactly… fuck” she cried, tossing and turning at how he felt, all she had imagined coming to fruition. Sebastian thrusted, letting every inch of him fill her every crevice as garreth watched her struggle against the constraints. The sounds alone of Mcs wetness as Sebastian fucking her was getting ominis riled up again, desperate to make love to her and make her feel amazing.

Sebastian quickened his pace, his thrusts starting to get sloppy and desperate as he held MCs waist down, getting as deep in her as physically possible. “Such a good slut… you gonna take garreth and ominis like a good girl after too hm? Once I’ve spilled in you?” He asked her, feeling himself getting close.

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes from the pure pleasure, feeling so exposed and vulnerable. She loved it.

Sebastian came, pushing his cock deeper inside of her as he did, making sure she caught all of his seed, still rocking his hips while cumming, pushing it into her womb.

He then pulled out, much to mcs disgust, as she was just getting close to her high. Sebastian helped Ominis line himself up at her entrance next, eager to get another cock pumping inside of her. “Ominis… please” she cried, begging him to push himself in.

“Of course my dear…mhm” he groaned as he pushed himself into her, feeling all Sebastian’s warm seed making way for him. “Fuck… We’re gonna make such a mess of you my sweetheart” ominis groaned as he thrusted, his hands roaming up and down her body, desperate to envision every crevice of her body inside his head. Just as she was getting close again he pulled out, smiling.

“What the fuck Omi” she moaned, being edged yet again.

“Stop edging me” she begged, looking at the three boys she had indefinitely wrapped around her finger now. “Now where’s the fun in that?” Sebastian laughed as Garreth lined himself up next.

She freed her hands from Ominis’ tie, and tugged Garreths shirt, the only clothing still remaining on in the room. “Please garreth…” she pleaded with him, desperate to cum now.

“Okay, okay my love! Let me get in you first” he laughed, pushing the head against her slit. He began thrusting, grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders, making mc melt beneath him.

“Shit garreth…” she screamed out, feeling his cock in her stomach he was so deep. “Do you like that love?” He raised an eyebrow, looking down at her through his fiery locks.

She nodded frantically, feeling herself getting very close, “I’m close… please” she cried, grasping at Sebastian and Ominis as she did.

“Cum my good girl… cum on his cock” Sebastian whispered in her ear, pushing her over the edge. Her pussy locked garreth Inside of her, throbbing around him as she pulled at his hair. That was his weakness, making him spill in her too. They lay like that for a minute or so, sweaty and panting whilst ominis massaged her shoulders, helping her come down.

Garreth slipped himself out when she finally loosened, his and Sebastian’s cum dribbling out of her when he did. All the boys collapsed on her chest, exhausted and satisfied having had their turn. She hugged them all close to her, their faces being mushed into her breasts, not to any compliant. “Thank you… that was one of the best sleepovers ever” she giggled.

“One of them?” Sebastian chuckled, tickling her softly. She laughed and wriggled before answering, “Okay. The best” she admitted, kissing them all on the lips, letting all this limbs tangle together, Sebastian falling asleep after hearing that, his hand full of her tits. Ominis snuggled up on chest, just below, while garreth spooned her, his now drained cock resting against her ass. She drifted off to sleep, happy and fully content in their embrace…

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (17)

17. Dark Wings, Dark Words

MASTERLIST

Summary: In the middle of the happiest yet most tiring days of your lives you receive dark news

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP (Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, mentions of death, death of a King, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Notes: You might not like what is coming

“He is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen!”, shrieked Sara, “hello little one!”, she cooed, “hello there!”, she tried to tickle him with his fingers and you giggled loudly, “he is the cutest nephew!”

“Your only nephew!”, mocked Cregan

“Mmmm, can I hold him?”, she asked you, excited

“Of course my dear sister”, you said, Cregan grabbed Rickon and placed him on Sara’s awaiting arms

“Just like in my dreams”, she whispered

“What?”, you asked

“Nothing” she giggled, she rocked him gently, as her eyes didn't leave his little reddened face, “he is so sweet”

“He is”, you said, you couldn’t believe you had actually made him, he was the cutest baby you had ever seen, ever, perhaps you were being biased, but you felt he was. 

Cregan thought the same, but again, you were the parents of the baby so… 

But now Sara said it

You giggled as you watched her with the sweetest smile ever, cooing at her nephew, they were bonding, and you loved it. 

Cregan sat by your side on the bed, he insisted you stayed there for at least a week, even though you didn’t think you needed to. You had given birth only yesterday, today you had raised from the bed to get cleaned and dressed, so, now your dear husband made you sat down again, to introduce Sara to her newborn nephew 

Those sweet moments did compensate for the bad ones, you believed, like the nights as a new mother. 

Cregan woke up as quickly as you did when you heard your baby crying, it was pitch black outside, to it was the middle of the night 

You were so tired, you haven't been sleeping much, Rickon got fuzzy at night, and he liked to let you know it. You picked him up from his crib with tired tears in your eyes, and cradling him against your chest, you sat on the bed, tired out of your mind. You uncovered one of your breasts, and he latched on right away, You let out a whimper of pain and tiredness, and Cregan was there in a second 

He took your shoulders softly, inviting you to lay down, you knew you couldn’t feed him while you were laying down, but that wasn’t what he meant

He sat on the bed with his legs spread, and he invited you to sit between them, and when you leaned back, he was there to catch you gently, cuddling you, so you could rest your tired body on him.

“You are such a good mother”, he whispered, knowing full well there were wet nurses and nannies that could take care of Rickon, especially at night, but… you had insisted on attending your son yourself. “I love you”, he said, kissing the top of your head, “and I love our son so much”

“We love you too”, you whispered, as RIckon fed from you hungrily,

“And I love those little sounds he makes”, he chuckled. Rickon was grunting and sucking on you hungrily, his noises were indeed very cute.

He held you, Cregan held you, stayed up with you.

Your heart clenched when you thought there were husbands who didn’t show a tenth of the love that Cregan showed you, nor the support

“Cregan”, you called, and he looked at you with soft eyes, but when he heard the way you called him, he frowned slightly

“What, my love?”, he asked softly

“I was thinking”, you started, cradling you baby against your chest, “If you’d like, you can visit the brothel in Winter’s Town”, you said dismissively, he gasped, his cheeks turned red

“What?”, he asked, nervous

“You heard me”, you said with a giggle, and then you sighed, “We were having a lot of sex, and we have two long moons in front of us, so if you need to… blow out some steam, I understand”, he only smiled, leaning in and arranging one wild lock of silver hair behind your ear

“Only you can make me want to have so much sex”, he laughed, “nobody else”, your cheeks reddened

“Really?”, he only nodded

“I have never felt this way before, this need to have you constantly, it is only because it's you”, he whispered, leaning in and kissing your forehead

That was not going to be true soon enough, you didn’t look like you did nine months ago, or a week ago, your belly did returned to their normal size, but now it had loose skin, and stretch marks, you tried to fight back the tears because Cregan wouldn’t want you anymore once he saw you again. 

“You should sleep my love”, you said gently

“If you are not sleeping, neither am I”, he said gently, kissing the side of your face 

Eventually you did fall asleep, you on top of Cregan and Rickon on top of you both 

The very next morning found you whining in bed, the sun was shining through the clouds, the first time you have seen it in months, since it was always covered in clouds filled with snow and frosted rain

Cregan was starting the fire on the chimney, when he noticed you were awake, he smiled warmly at you

“We have received a raven”, he said, “the first one, from King’s landing, I don’t have a clue how the poor creature managed to arrive”, he chuckled

“What does it say?”, you asked, in wonder

“I wanted to wait for you”, he said softly. Cregan stood up and leaned over Rickon’s crib to drop a kiss on the baby, and then he sat right by your side on the bed.

“Ready?”, he asked, you nodded as he opened the small scroll, you both read it in silence, but as you read what it said you gasped

“My uncle is dead”, you whined, “The King is dead”, Cregan looked at you wide eyed

“I’m sorry my love, I know you cared about him deeply, he raised you”, he hugged you tightly against his chest and you received his caresses gladly 

“Thank you”, you whispered, the message though, was very vague, it didn’t mention Rhaenyra, it didn’t mentioned Aegon, it simply communicated the death of the King of the seven kingdoms

“Long live Queen Rhaenyra”, you didn't even know if he was asking or telling you, but in his eyes… there was worry

You didn’t know what to do, you got dressed that day, ready to start the day as you had recuperated almost fully, you wanted to do something, anything, but you didn’t know what… Your uncle had passed, Viserys, even if he wasn't really involved he did raise you and care for you, he legitimized you, he defended you.

He wasn’t very much involved with you, but he had done all those things for you in memory of his brother 

He was gone and you were never going to be able to see him again, not even for his funeral, that probably already took place, you were locked up North until the end of winter

Cregan, seeing how sad you were, did something quite nice, he arranged everyone in the castle to meet in the Godswood for a small ceremony of the Old Gods to say goodbye to King Viserys and that the Gods guide his soul to join the earth again.

And besides the sadness that crawled in your chest, there was this horrible feeling that something was about to go awfully wrong

Why was Rhaenyra not announced the heir and Queen?

Did something happen?

The lack of news really didn’t sit right with you, you feared something was really wrong, but you didn't know who to send a raven to, The Red Keep? Everyone could read it. Dragonstone? Was someone even there to read it?

Cregan felt your distress and was over you always, soothing you with his soft touches and reassuring words.

There was also Rickon, the people of the North wanted to see him, see the heir, so they took the opportunity of the ceremony to gaze upon him, in Sara’s arms, who would tell everyone 

“Isn’t he the cutest baby ever?”, to anyone that came near to see him

Your worry in the days to come didn’t dwindle, if anything, it got worse.

Something was very wrong

Your worst fears came true when a dragon was spotted flying towards Winterfell.

Now the people didn't know them all, or their names but you had advised all the guards to scream the color of the beast that was approaching so you may have a clue.

So when someone screamed

“Green Dragon”, you almost collapsed into the stone.

But it was not the object of your worst nightmares. 

Vermax landed heavily inside of Winterfell’s first defensive wall, being so small yet for a 19 year old dragon. 

It was Jacaerys

That did something to relieve you, if he was here, it meant everyone was fine, did it not?

“I need to speak with the Lord and Lady of Winterfell”, it was the first thing he said, and in a rush, the guards let him in, as you had instructed, the only one who was banished and could come in a dragon was the one-eyed Prince.

You received him in the great hall, and you smiled warmly at him as he greeted you and Cregan

“Be welcome in Winterfell your grace”, he said firmly, “it is an honor to have you here” 

“Thank you for receiving me”, he said with a shy smile.

“What brings you here nephew?”, you asked, not being rude, but you really wanted your fears to dissipate. He looked at you with fear in his dark green eyes

“I really wished it was because I wanted to meet my little cousin”, he said, looking at your missing belly, “but I have news, and a letter from Queen Rhaenyra”, you didn’t know if to feel relieved, or scared 

“Please, it is customary to have a period of, greeting and small talk”, Cregan said, inviting him further into the castle, “and there is someone I’d like you to meet”

With a smile you both took him to your rooms, where Rickon was sleeping, Sara was there, and when she saw you, she smiled widely.

Jace was surprise to see her there, but he blush

“My Lady, I’m Prince Jacaerys”, he introduced himself, “it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance” 

“I’m Sara”, she said, blushing as well and you couldn’t believe it, looking at them both with a sneaky smile, “Sara Snow”, she said then, looking at the ground but Jace’s smile never faded, and he took one of her hands and kissed her knuckles.

Cregan didn’t find it as adorable as you did and cleared his throat, you giggled as your husband stood by your son’s crib. Jace let go of Sara’s hand and walked towards your sleeping baby

“My prince, meet your cousin, Rickon”, your cousin’s eyes lighten up when he saw him 

“He is a fine little lord”, said Jacaerys with a wide smile, looking at Rickon, “congratulations dear aunt”, he said then, looking at you, “congratulations Lord Stark!”

“Thank you my prince”, said Cregan proudly, you loved how he always seemed so proud of his newborn baby.

“I’m glad the labors where easy on you, aunt”, he said with a smile

“They were”, you assured him, even if he was visibly more relaxed, he still seemed so tense it was worrying you

“Jace, tell us what happened”, you said, and he sighed, relieved.

Cregan and you took him to were the Lord of Winterfell dealt with his personal affairs and had private audiences 

“Was your mother crowned Queen?”, you asked him, “we received the news from King Viserys passing but nothing else”, you started

“Yes, and no”, he said conflictingly, “something happened”

“What happened?”, you asked back

“Following your advice, dear aunt, we packed our things and went to live to the Red Keep, to be near the King, but, I fear it was too late”, he said softly, “Grandfather’s mind was lost to him, in a constant fever, and feverish dreams, he barely recognize us”

“What happened?”

“Our stay there was very brief, and very unpleasant, like it was when we were children, the greens had make sure to replace all courtiers that had an allegiance to my mother, for faithfull and traitorous dogs aligned with House hightower”, you and Cregan and you exchanged worried looks

“Rhaenyra sat on the small council meeting but she was outwitted, outnumbered and outdated by everyone there, only Lord Beesbury was on her side but he mysteriously fell down the stairs weeks later”, you gasped, the situation being worse than you feared.

“Alicent had complete control of the Kingdoms, we tried to fight her off, Daemon tried to gain control again of the city watch, to find it rotten to its core, we had no friends, no allies”

“What happened when the King died??”, Cregan asked

“He died in the middle of the night, they locked us up in our rooms, the Keep was crawling with HIghtower soldiers, there was nothing we could do”

“For the old gods”, you whispered 

“Still a group of gold cloaks still faithful to us rescued us from the Keep and we were forced to abandon it, in the night, as common thiefs”, he said, with his eyes clouded with anger and sadness

“Even if they tried to take Dragonstone, they were failing, and when we arrived with our dragons and small group of soldiers we took it back, we have been hiding there for the last week”

it was war then, you thought bitterly

“What will happen now?”, you asked quietly

“We are gathering all the great houses to our cause”, he said, “ this isn’t over”, he said, regaining his own strength and determination, “all the great houses had bend the knee to my mother, I came here to make them remember, Luke went to Storm’s End, I came here and I already went to the Eyrie”

“I’m so sorry this had happened Jace”, you whispered, “but I’m glad everyone is alright”, you said back, with a reassuring smile

“Sadly, winter is not over, I can’t call the banners, but the North remembers, and they will certainly remember that my father bend the knee to the Queen”, Cregan said with certainty, “The North is yours”, Jace smiled, content

“Thank you”, he said, visibly more relieved

“I will send ravens to the other lords of the North”, Cregan said, “the snow is melting, winter is ending, we shall have a report on the statues of their stores and provisions

“Do you think it will come to war?”, you asked, visibly upset

“Not yet”, said Jace, “my mother and Daemon believe that if we show the Greens the rest of the kingdoms are for us, the surrender will be without blood”

“The support will be enough for now, then?”, you sked, and you couldn’t hide the fact that you were relieved

“Yes”, he said certainly. 

The terrible news did not help your uneasiness, and Cregan could feel it as you were preparing yourselves to bed

“You are still worried”, he said

“Our Queen has been usurped”, you said, “I’m clearly worried”, you whispered, “we are not safe as long as Aegon sits the Iron Throne”

“We are far up North”, he said, “we are safe”

“Aemond had no trouble flying up here”, you whispered, and Cregan got serious

“Listen to me, as long as I’m living, he will not touch you again”, he said softly, walking until he was in front of you, you were sitting on the bed and he kneeled in front of you, “that is a promise”

“He rides the biggest dragon in the world”, you said with worry in your eyes, “and now he is the brother of the King”

“I command the biggest army in the seven kingdoms”, he said with determination in his eyes, “a hundred thousand men that would give their lives for the lady of Winterfell” he said certainly, “and we are in the middle of winter, and you, my dear, are the cousin of the Queen”

“I know”, you said, trying to believe his words, to place them near your heart 

“I sent the ravens today, I will have word from my banners soon, and we will discuss what to do, how to proceed, perhaps a show of strength will be enough to deter the Greens, with the Arryns and us, together we have a strength to overcome the rest of the five Kingdoms put together”

“You sound fairly confident”, you whispered, and his gaze softened 

“I have to be”, he said, “there is too much at stake”, he whispered, and you wanted to cry, you realized then Cregan was as scared as you, or even more so

That night he held you tightly against him, nd when Rickon cried, he slept the rest of the night between his parents 

A huge storm, and according to Cregan, one of the last of the season covered Winterfell, Winter’s town and everything you could see in the horizon with a thick layer of snow.

Jace was trapped within its walls with you

That cost you a week, but when the snow began to melt away, you received visitors that had made the journey, Lords and Ladies. Jace was even kind enough to use Vermax to melt the snow from the roads leading to Winterfell front he King’s Road 

Lady Bolton had managed to arrive, Lord Cerwyn, the Hornwoods, and we received word that Tallheart was on his way, which gave Cregan a smile that nobody could take out of his face.

Well, except…

A raven from Dragonstone had arrived as well

And as Cregan received his guests and gathered them in the hall, Jace and you were on a small living room, when he opened the small scroll slowly, fearfully

You saw his reaction when he read those words, and his eyes filled with tears, and his face paled in shock

“What happened?”, you asked, but he didn’t answer, his gaze cloudy with tears but unfocused, “Jace!”, you called but to no avail, so you took the scroll from his unmoving hands and read those words and what you found there left you breathless as well.

You hid the whimper of pain you wanted to let out with your hand. As your eyes also filled with tears 

Meanwhile, in the hall, the argument of who the North must follow was getting heated, Lords had different opinions, other than Cregans. Some Lords had hinted that they prefer a man as a ruler, others than we should stay neutral regardless of which Targaryen sat the Iron Throne, not caring at all, not when we were in the middle of a hard winter. 

“If the targaryen boy sits the Iron Throne is because he could take it for himself!”, fought one lord, “it means he has the support and the strength to do it”

“So you will refuse Rhaenyra because she is a woman?”, asked lady Bolton, “how shortsided are you?”

“I am just saying, we need a strong leader as King  of the seven Kingdoms!” 

“Aegon can’t be King”, you sentenced, entering the room, and the lords gathered there looked at you, “he is a bad person, he is a drunk, a whoremonger, he… has raped, defiled, he is a man with no redeemable qualities, he has bastards roaming the poor streets of King’s Landing”, you whispered. you had all the attention in the room, specially those eyes who wondered why you were crying so bitterly, “and now we had received word that, the Usurper’s brother, Aemond Targaryen has slain Prince Lucerys, his own nephew, without cause or reasoning, his dragon plucked them out of the skies, unchallenged, without cause to”

You heard whispers and disapproving words from all the corners of the room, and Cregan looked at you wide eyed

“The Hightowers must be stopped!”, said Lady Bolton, and approving whispers and words could be heard

“Hail Queen Rhaenyra!” chanted another, and it echoed, soon they started stomping the tables with their feast, as all their voices rang together as they chanted

“Hail Queen Rhaenyra!”

“Hail Queen Rhaenyra!”

“Hail Queen Rhaenyra!”

“Hail Queen Rhaenyra!”

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The Red Dress: Ruined [Avenger! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (6) After royally p*ssing each other off at a party, Loki's method of redress is typically theatrical. (w/c 2.5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language. Dirty talk. Hostility. "Friends" w/ benefits. Soft!Dom Loki

You pushed Loki against the wall of your bedroom, tugging his infuriatingly handsome face to your lips in a ravenous kiss. His tongue fought against yours, each desperate to dominate the other first.

“You are unbelievable.” you muttered darkly between pants, slick with his saliva as your audacious fingers began work on the buttons of his tunic. “What has gotten you all wound up, I wonder?” Loki purred, before running his tongue over his bottom lip. You grimaced.

“Oh...was it the flirting?” he postured innocently, making you tear the final four buttons open with a brutal rip.

You tugged it ruthlessly over his biceps, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud around his ankles. “Could it be...jealousy? Oh dear, surely not.” he probed as the growl finally erupted between your clenched teeth, your fiery gaze rising to meet his. He smirked. “I must have forgotten what keen eyes my...friend, has.” Loki's voice was smouldering, the blue-green of his irises concealed beneath a widening darkness. Your fingers ran firmly up his exposed torso, hard muscle sickeningly erotic beneath smooth skin. “We are not friends.” you rumbled, pressing the tips of your fingers deeper.

His body didn’t yield. “You know how Stark likes me to turn on the charm for our guests.” Loki goaded, ignoring your comment as he widened his legs with a subtle thrust. "He knows the effect I have on mortal women. He knows how I can use it to my...advantage. And his." He leant forward, jutting his chin out as your fingers began to grasp aggressively at his belt buckle. “But you can tell Rogers that you’re still my new best friend, darling.” he whispered mockingly. "I don't mind." Loki’s cologne filled your nostrils like a snort of cocaine, hateful desire roaring hot in your blood. Like flames up gasoline. You clutched the sides of his head, fingers winding in his hair before pulling him into another violent kiss. Loki’s tongue jammed hungrily into your open mouth, a low sigh rattling in his chest as you melted together in a writhing mess of hands and thrusts against the wall. “Mine.” you muttered between biting kisses, whipping his leather belt to the ground. “And you’re going to fuck me now, Loki.”

He chuckled, edging you backward towards the bed. You stumbled ungracefully onto the mattress, bouncing twice as he towered above. “You’re right about one of those things, Agent.” The skirt of the red dress hung between your open legs as you drew your feet onto the bed, observing him unbutton his snug trousers with agonising slowness. You slid the material up your thighs, letting the luxurious sheen fall around your hips as you rested back on your elbows. A peek of the lace panties you wore were visible as one foot extended outward, curling your toes to lightly tug at his open waistband. He let out a soft snort, a thin smile tugging at his lips still slick with your saliva. “You know I hate red.” he murmured, a flash of disgust tingeing his sharpened features. “Then change it.” you snipped argumentatively, raising your chin. You noted the rise and fall of your cleavage drawing his attention, his eyes crawling covetously over your curves. "You're always saying how you can do what you want. So change it."

“No.” he growled, making the trousers vanish. Your foot rested on his muscular pelvis, the root of his glorious cock grazing your pinky toe, straining against velvet skin. It had been too long since you’d last seen it. Too long since the boundless girth stretched the sides of your mouth to cracking as you choked on his perfection. It had been too long since the veil of reality shuddered as you came with it sheathed inside your needy, desperate cunt. You needed more. And you hated it. No piercings this time, you noted; as you savoured the sight. It stretched upward against his stomach, deep grooves of hip muscle rising at either side of the column making your breaths quicken. You could feel the slick between your thighs slide, saliva welling beneath your tongue. You let out a staggered sigh, hearing him tsk. “You must face the consequences of your desperately uncouth actions.” he muttered formally, settling one knee on the bed, before stalking forward on all fours. “That dress.” he chided, tilting his head. “What were you thinking?” The curve of his biceps taunted you, flexing teasingly as he edged closer. Loki’s dark curls tumbled over his collarbone, set against his fair skin like oil on snow. "It's just a dress-" you stammered, the facade of indifference fading as your fantasies came to life inside the walls of your room. Nerves fluttered in your belly as you shuffled backward, the god’s regal air making your stomach churn with adrenaline. He paused, looking down at you disapprovingly.

“I will fuck that dress off your pretty, fragile little body with no regrets.” he purred, making you shiver. “It will be in tatters by the time we are through. Of that I can assure you.” You yelped as his fingers wrapped around your ankles, pulling you towards him. Loki knelt back, the muscles of his thick thighs braced above his calves. He trailed his knuckles up your inner thigh; extending a finger to brush the moist centre of your panties. A whine escaped you at his touch, the molten lust in his eyes swirling. He grasped the waistband, tugging them greedily downward in one swipe. You pressed your lips together, forehead creased with anticipation as he brought them clenched in a fist to his nose. Loki inhaled the scent before tossing the balled lace to the side. In a flash, you crawled atop him; arms wrapped around his neck as you sank down to brush the pinnacle of his desire. The thick tip of his cock pulsed at your opening, Loki’s lips parted as he stared up at you through half-lidded eyes. His hands ran over the silk coating your ass, spreading your cheeks before drawing one back and letting fly with a tight smack. "I always knew you were a bad girl, Agent. But I never thought you'd stoop this low." Another growl filled the air, before you crashed to his mouth. He pushed you down onto his waiting length, every rippling inch making you moan into his mouth with feral need. “You're an a-asshole, Loki” you groaned, as he released a series of staggered, dirty grunts into the back of your throat. “Now shut up and fuck me you arrogant s-shit.”

Your walls clenched as he bottomed out, a guttural moan vibrating as he thrust upward once to make sure he’d taken every inch of wet heat. He hissed beneath you, letting his head fall back. The thick veins of his neck strained as he began to thrust in rhythm, every bounce of your open thighs making him groan louder as you clawed his neck. Each pound of his cock was stronger than the last as he took his pleasure, long fingers digging into to the bare skin between your shoulder-blades.

They swiped down, ripping the straight-edged back of your beautiful dress like tissue paper. The seams tore in fluid obedience beneath his grip, his nails scraping down your naked spine as he reduced it to tatters with one stroke. Before you could catch your breath, he sent you backward; fastening his torso flush to your chest; his wetted cock never leaving your tight heat. “Loki…” you gasped, as his fingertips ran firmly up your legs; manoeuvring them around his hips. The god’s jaw made a trail of ravenous bites and sucks across your neck, working down your chest. There were no words, just your back arching to the ceiling as he consumed you. A snarl erupted as he met the traitorous red silk of your neckline, drawing it into his mouth while continuing to ruin you with pulsing thrusts. You looked down, the crest of his brow visible as he shook the fabric between his teeth like a wolf on the kill. Loki yanked his head to the side with force. The intricate neckline of your silk gown came away between his gritted teeth like filo pastry, decimated. The whole panel tore with a theatrical rip, your eyes widening as he spat it onto the bedsheets. Deep vertical lines ran between his brows, anger and desire woven in the fabric of his features as his mouth twitched. "I told you." he scorned, running his eyes from your parted lips to your naked breasts. "I will be merciless." You closed your eyes with a heady moan of his name, Loki’s lips fastening around your exposed nipple. You felt his tongue circle the hard nub, a muffled sigh of pleasure warming your breast as he began to suck ravenously; dragging the sensitive bundle between his teeth. “F-fuck, Loki...yes…” you cried, not caring about the paper thin walls as the angle of his cock changed inside you. There would be no one there. Everyone else would still be at the party. One of Loki’s endless legs was bent at the knee, palming the other breast needily as he suckled at the first through muffled moans. His hair fell across your chest, buried in your pleasure as he sought his own inside your wet slit. Needy whimpers were pulled from you as climax began to build, every brutish rut of his hips making your eyes roll back. Loki raised his head, running his tongue around the cupid’s bow of your lips as your pants grew quick together. “Oh, Agent...are you close?” he cooed condescendingly, slowing his thrusts. He knew every powerful wave was pulling at your swollen clit, moans filling the air as he watched the tells of your orgasm rise in shallow pants. “Are you going to cum around your favourite cock?” he goaded, watching your eyelids flutter open. “Do you want to milk me, pet? Make me a juddering mess with your teasing, tight pussy while you call me…Daddy?” You let out a small whimper, your face contorted with shameless lust for this infuriating man. How does he- His eyes narrowed mischievously, a restrained hum of pleasure rumbling from his throat as he ran his hands down your waist with a grunt. Your body was grasping at climax Loki dangled out of reach, bucking and squeezing around him to hold on. He tsk’d again, before letting out a staggered, mirthless chuckle. “No woman of mine is coming undone in a red-fucking-dress” he snarled. “I told you. I will fuck this dress from you. And then…then you’ll cum for me.” He lowered, his wet lips coating the grooves of your ear. "For me." he repeated darkly. A half-hearted roll of your eyes was interrupted by another flick of his hips; the thick tip of his cock bottoming out making them squeeze shut in pleasure. “Uhhh-god L-Lo-Loki why-why do you care? You were all over that w-woman...” He chortled darkly, tendrils of hair grazing your cheek before his lips fastened around your earlobe. He pulled the soft flesh, a torturous moan from him making you clench tightly around his length.

“You love it...imagining me with others, don’t you?” he murmured, his fingers rubbing your clit as he circled his hips. “I am simply encouraging your admirably competitive nature, Agent. It’s what friends do, is it not?” Loki’s eyes flashed as he continued to monologue while screwing you senseless, garbled moans rising in your throat as climax reared once more. “But this?” he pursed his lips, sighing regretfully as he lifted the hem of your tattered red dress strewn around your open thighs with derision. “This is a much greater offence.” He leant closer. “And you know that.” You gasped as the world spun, Loki lifting you in the air like a doll. In seconds you were on your hands and knees, facing away from the simmering god. He slapped your ass with a groan, fingers immediately rubbing over the surely pinkened skin beneath the silk. “Red.” Loki spat incredulously behind you. You could almost see the twisting of his features as he spoke the word. You felt his fingers gather in folds of silk, his hands balled in two fists at your lower back, gripping chunks of the offending material.

You braced. There was a shuddering rip as the dress was pulled apart to both sides, jagged sections fluttering by your waist as you gripped the bedsheets. The only thing now attaching it to your quivering body were the thin straps at your shoulders. Closing your eyes, you heard Loki hum with approval at the sight of your naked rear splayed before him. You swayed on all fours, delirious with need as he stooped to bury his face between your legs, a messy lick running from your sopping pussy to the ridge of your asshole. A guttural moan vibrated deep inside you, Loki’s heavy breaths filling your senses as the soft thump of his knees on the mattress drew closer. “Are you sure it is me that you wish to bed tonight, Agent?” he murmured menacingly, rubbing a hand appraisingly over the curve of your ass. “That it is not another godly cock you seek to fulfil your wanton desires?” He drew his thickness tauntingly through your cheeks, thrusting upwards as you pushed against his achingly hard cock with a strangled moan. “You know of whom I speak.” he muttered, dipping the very tip inside your soaking channel before withdrawing. Loki’s voice was burning embers, thick with sarcasm that smouldered like coal-smoke in the air. “Would you prefer if my brother came and finished you off, Agent? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve warmed a lover for his bed.” “No, Loki. You.” you panted breathlessly, hearing him chuckle behind you as he lined himself up at your entrance. The meaty tip rubbed through your folds, collecting the rampant slick that supported your fevered words. You both moaned as he squeezed inside your warm heat once more, sheathing himself to the hilt.

His large hands fastened around your hips, pulling you back as he mounted you again and again. Loki’s low groans of pleasure bubbled like molten gold, deep sighs accompanying each slap of his hips. One hand wound in your hair, pulling your chin upward as he rode you. “G-gods...y-yes- that’s it. That’s it.Uhhh, no one f-ucks you like me. No-one.” he stuttered darkly, as your mewls grew louder beneath his thrusts. You could feel your walls flutter around his pulsing length, your knuckles whitening as you gripped the duvet below. “Don’t you dare. Not yet.” Loki growled, making you gasp as he pulled you back tight against his chest. Your ass nestled against his stomach as he rested on his knees, continuing to pump upward as he fought his own release.

Something flashed in the corner of your eye. The flat of his dagger rubbed against your shoulder, timed with every messy thrust. "Say it...say I'm the best fuck you’ve ever had." he whispered, as the metal slid beneath the first thin line of silk tethering you to captivity, toying against the slack. “No...” you sighed, head lolling back against his shoulder with a grin as he edged you closer to heaven. The weak silk snapped beneath the blade, before he flicked the dagger up in the air. The metal glinted as it spun past your face in the low bedside lamplight before landing gracefully in his other hand. "Say it, Agent...I shan't ask again." The delicate blade toyed with the final strap, the almost imperceptive scrape of steel against silk scratching in your ear like white noise. "Of course you w-will, Loki.” you groaned, choking the words through strangled breaths. “You need the…f-fuck..validation."

Your weeping pussy clenched around him, enjoying his torment in profile as his eyes fluttered shut, his breathing heavy. The final strap snapped beneath a flick of the blade, before Loki tore the tattered red sheet from your body. He drew his forearm across your chest, throwing the ruined dress in the air above the bed. You gasped as it burst into flames, sucking inward to a tight ball of light before vanishing in a puff of dark green smoke. Loki’s hands cupped your breasts; palming roughly upwards as he groaned into the curve of your neck. "You are im-impossible..." he grunted, before grazing his teeth over your hot skin. “I’m gonna come L-Loki…” you whimpered. The thought of losing another orgasm made tears prick your eyes as it rose with frightening intensity within the apex of your thighs. Loki’s muffled hiss rang in your ear, every rise of his powerful thighs making your calves clench tighter. “M-milk me...f-fuck. Ta d-det du trenger..take what you n-need from Daddy’s cock...hva d-du ønsker-uhh.” With a thundering cry, you succumbed. The word you had called him so many times as you touched yourself between these very sheets sending a shudder through your core. Tension melted as fast as it rose, the incomparable feeling it seemed that regrettably only he could bestow roaring through your bloodstream as you saw stars. Loki’s fingers gripped your thighs as he followed you, hot seed flooding your spasming channel as he bit down on your shoulder; a feral roar of nordic curses vibrating the skin.

As you both came to a shuddering stop, he released you to flop forward on the bed, hitting the mattress with a final moan of satisfaction. “You...owe me a new dress” you sighed wistfully into the sheets. Loki chuckled, lowering himself beside you, a thin sheen of moisture clinging to you both. Seconds passed in blessed silence before he spoke.

“If I ever see you wearing red again, similar action will be taken.” There was a tinge of mockery in his voice, but you had no doubt that he meant every word. “That doesn’t sound like much of a deterrent." you scoffed groggily, face down on the mattress. "And I still don’t understand why you give a shit.” A finger trailed up your spine, making you shiver. He combed the hair strewn around your face as he leant closer, the curve of an unbearably smug smile pressing against your cheekbone. “Be that as it may, I cannot promise I will honour the courtesy of ensuring we are alone next time... Agent.” he whispered, as he slid two fingers through the mess between your legs.

“Only you can decide if that is a risk you are will to take.”

Ta d-det du trenger – Take what you need Hva d-du ønsker – ...what you crave Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection Continued in Highland Fling

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[beasblogsposts]

a/n: hi! This is the first fanfic i've written for this fandom. An avid fanfic reader and marvel fanatic but I haven't written anything like this so...bare that in mind. I posted an idea idea for a Wandanat x reader fic where during an intel mission, the couple find you, a hydra prisoner left behind. After rescuing you and moving you into the compound, feelings between you and the couple emerge. However, considering the age gap (Legal, r is 21,) your past, and the circumstances in which you met, the two redheads are hesitant to start anything. will be kind of a slow burn, hella angst but ofc some fluff and (probably badly written) smut throughout. but this is the first chapter! any comments/feedback/ improvements are welcomed in the comments. Enjoy! - bea

word count: 1654

What they found Ch1

‘The parameters are clear, Mr Smash is currently clearing the rest of the guards. Romanoff, you sweep the first floor, Witchy can you cover upstairs?’ Tony calls through the comms, flying around the outside of the castle-like walls of the latest Hydra base being taken down.

‘Got it Stark, Natty be caref- I mean Natasha, A-agent Romanoff’

There are several chuckles heard through the earpiece before Clint breaks the tension ‘Easy, Red. You and our dear assassin here have been sharing a bedroom long enough, you don’t need to hide your cutesy nicknames from us’

‘Yeah as long as you’re not opposed to us teasing you about it’ Tony finishes off, landing on the top floor of the building.

’That’s enough you two. Any more teasing and you’re both gonna be on the receiving end of my widow bites once we get back to the quinjet. Wanda just ignore them…Wands?’

Natasha repeats after receiving no response from her girlfriend within a few minutes. Natasha takes this as a cue to start making her way up the stairs towards the floor Wanda was supposed to be on, figuring her beloved witch was distracted by a few stray guards.

Wanda, however, was currently facing a… less threatening but undeniably more daunting situation than Hydra agents. Her palms clenched to prevent any more red mist escaping them, as she took tentative steps towards a seemingly empty cell.

She could hear soft, almost inaudible pants coming from the corner, as she took a step closer, a small, hunched figure twitched slightly, pressing themselves against the wall of the cell. Wanda took this as her cue to crouch down to her knees, taking on a more relaxed approach.

As she shuffled closer, she noticed a small, pale frame draped in a tight but battered suit, hair covering their face. The figure almost looked like a child, but looking at the frame and curves, she had to assume it was a small adult.

‘H-hey…I didn’t mean to startle you. My names Wanda…I-im here to, to help?’

There is a drawn silence as the figure sits up slightly, back resting against the wall with a pained huff.

‘Are you? You don’t seem too sure about that…’ Teased the voice. A woman.

Wanda looked up slightly, seeing blue eyes peering at her through a curtain of floppy hair covered in gravel and a red tint that Wanda was praying wasn’t blood but…didn’t want to think about it too long.

‘Yes.’ Wanda finally found her voice, speaking more confidently. ‘I’m here to help you, we just thought this building no longer held…prisoners.’ She trailed off at the last part.

‘What happened to baldy and face tat?’ The voice asks in a husky tone, reaching a bloodied arm up to her face to rub some grime from the side of her face.

At Wanda’s bewildered expression the woman continues

‘The guards…it was always the same two. Never gave names so I made my own.’

‘O-oh they uhm…took a long walk off a short…hillside’ The witch responded, wringing her hands together.

This earned a slight snicker from the woman in the cell.

‘So it’s true then. You’re one of those revengers Strucker has been yammering about?’

The Witch returned a slight nod ‘Well… A-venger, but, yes, I am, we actual-‘

‘Wanda! For christ sakes I’ve been yelling your name through the comms for the last ten minutes, you know how many stairs I had to climb just to find you sitting here!’ A gravelly voice called from down the hallway. Wanda immediately recognised the teasing reprimand from her girlfriend and turned to greet her, as she did, the figure suddenly shrunk into the far corner of the cell, away from the harsh voice she could hear approaching.

Just as Natasha reached her girlfriend and the entrance to the cell, Wanda held out a hand to her chest, pausing her movements ‘Natasha…lower your voice’ She whispered as she glanced to the growing ball of nervousness currently hunched in the corner.

Natasha’s expression became confused as she followed the line of sight into the cell and frowned ‘b-but stark said this place no longer held captives, that we just needed to grab left over intel and leave.’ The spy whispered as she peered further into the cell’

‘A young woman…seemed familiar with the place enough to suggest she’s been here for a while. I was just introducing myself when you found me, she’s not hostile’ The witch confirmed as she looked back at the woman who was now eyeing Natasha with an unreadable expression, her mouth slightly agape.

‘You’re, the black widow…’ she whispered as she leant forward slightly, just within an arms’ length of the couple.

Natasha tentatively nodded, undecided as to whether it was a good or bad thing that the woman knew her name.

‘I am, but I prefer Natasha when I’m not fighting, and you are…’ She asked with a softer tone than the one she had entered with, taking Wanda’s hand in hers and squeezing it gently, only now processing her relief that the witch wasn’t in danger like she had originally thought.

‘Y/n, but you can call me 308 if you like, that’s all I’ve been referred to for as long as I can remember’ You reply, looking down at the metal cuffs gripping your wrists, you originally had a badge with your number on it sewn into your suit but, it had worn off eventually.

‘Y/n is fine with us… we don’t believe in referring to living people as numbers.’ Wanda replied, offering Nat a knowing look before returning her attention back to you. ‘And how old are you?’ she probed further, taking the chance to get as much information as you were willing to give them.

‘What year is it?’

‘2024’ one of them responded, though you weren’t sure which as your eyes were focussed on the ground in front of you’

‘Well they brought me here in 2019, I was 15 so…I guess that means I’m 21’ You reply nonchalantly, when they don’t say anything in response, you add on ‘they mention your age a lot at first, for updating their files. Once you have your ID number, I guess no other digits are important anymore.’

‘Well, they’re important to us’ Wanda starts before pausing, lifting a hand to the earpiece nestled beneath strands of auburn hair, listening intently for a moment before looking back to you ‘And our team is here also, we weren’t aware there was anyone to save but… we can take you with us now.’ She said confidently with a soft smile gracing her lips.

‘Take me with you? Like…to the outside?’ You ask shakily as your brain struggles to determine if this is real or some deranged illusion your subconscious had formed as distraction.

‘Yes. We have a quintet-‘ You raised an eyebrow ‘a plane. We have a plane to take us and the rest of the team back to our compound, we will take you with us, nobody is trapping you here anymore.’ The woman took another step, now entering your cell and seemed to evaluate your body, you shrunk under her piercing green eyes, feeling vulnerable and ashamed of what had become of you.

‘Well I guess I don’t have much of a choice…though I haven’t taken a step in…well a little while, so there’s not much chance of me walking with you to this plane you have’ You admit quietly after a few moments.

Wanda knelt down, only inches from you this time, and slowly reached an arm out to you ‘That’s okay, I can get those cuffs off and carry you there, if that’s alright?’ She offered with a gentle tone, her hand emitting a Scarlett haze that soon popped the cuffs from your wrists, leaving them to clatter to the floor.

You winced slightly at the reddened rings now embedded into your skin, wiggling your wrists to gain some feeling back into them. You reached out and slid your palm into her awaiting one, weakly grasping her fingers as silent permission to touch you.

Natasha held open the cell door as the witch carefully lifted you into her arms and an inviting vanilla scent filled your nostrils. The two avengers walked silently down the hall and towards the main door. You could see a bright light only a few feet away, when she stepped out into it, the light hit your eyes and despite your squinting, shot a throbbing pain into your retina’s. Feeling you tense, Wanda glanced down and to see what was troubling you.

‘You can lean your head on my chest, turning your face towards me will help block the light a little more until we are on the jet.’

You didn’t question her words further, needing to get the pain to stop as quickly as possible, you wound your arms around her neck and nestled your face into the crook of her neck. Sighing with relief at the darkness it offered you.

Eventually, the pair reached the jet, Wanda still holding your body as she shook her head, a silent message to stop the questions on the tip of her teammates tongues as she wordlessly leaned down to place you on the bed at the back of the jet. Just as she was about to inform you that they were taking off, she felt soft, steady breaths hitting the side of her neck, you had fallen asleep in her arms.

Gently, Wanda placed you on the bed and removed her arms from beneath your body. Bringing a sheet over you and returning to Natasha in the chairs upfront. Her girlfriend turned to her with a saddened look ‘so, what now?’ The spy asked, lacing their hands together.

‘Now, we get her back to the compound and give her the help we fought so hard for…’

[fairysluna]

the reward.

You come back home after two weeks, and with the victory in your shoulders. Cregan, who was still recovering from his wounds, is esger to thank you for what you've done.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Targ!Reader.

TAGS/TW — smut (clit play, praise, cunninglus, humping, public sex), cursing, mentions of murder, blood. If something is missing pls let me know!

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this is based on this ask (thx anon, ily). Just so you know, reader gave birth to Elion four weeks before this happened. I didn't proof read it, so if there's any mistakes I'm sorry.

WORD COUNT — 3.2k.

FEEDBACK, SHARES AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME!!

When the big wooden doors were opened, all eyes fell on the two silhouettes that walked inside the main hall in the castle of Winterfell. Cregan stood up from his chair almost immediately, his eyes widening with surprise at the sight, and feeling the relief calming down his senses after he finally proved you were not dead.

Two weeks have passed since the last time he heard about you; two weeks in which he was losing his mind for not being able to get up from the bed and go to search for you. Your letters had ceased suddenly and unexpectedly, creating worry not only on your husband but also in the castle. And yet there you were; your hair was covered in ashes and dirt, your face having traces of dried blood and sweat. You were wearing armor which covered your chest, leather pants shaping your legs, the scabbard on your hips was dripping with blood coming from the blade of your sword. By your side, the stern and serious frame of your beloved brother Aemond was standing in the same conditions as you.

But everyone’s eyes were fixed on the giant’s head hanging from your hand. You walked inside the room with pride, your chin up as everyone bowed for you. Your husband was taken aback, for there was too much information in front of him at that moment, it was such a bizarre scene.

Cregan took a sharp breath as he stared at you once you stood in front of him, only a big, long table separating your bodies. The giant’s head was dropped by your hand on top of it, and the man looked down at you with a weird glance on his face. He analyzed your whole shape, from head to toe; from your messy battle braids to your ash-covered shoes. Cregan caught himself feeling some kind of unexplainable sensation of lust in his veins; and you were the only one who was capable of recognizing it.

“My dear husband,” you started, and all the whispers shut down almost immediately. “I’ve brought you a gift. I’m not certain whether this was the one who harmed you, but take it as a symbol… no one hurts those who I love.”

He looked to the head, then at your brother, and lastly at you. He took a deep breath, as if he was about to utter some words, but Lord Karstark opened his mouth.

“Princess,” he said, shock reflected in his voice, “what- how were you able to-?”

“My husband gifted me a fine Valyrian blade a few years ago,” you explained, looking right in the eye of the tall man to whom you call your lover. “Giants are above the size of a regular man, which is what makes them easy to behead from a dragon's back. I couldn't kill them all, but I killed enough to make them yield.”

“They yielded?” Cregan finally spoke, to which you nod.

“Yes, my lord, they did,” the mere pronunciation of those two words almost sent Cregan to outer space. Your voice sounded so deep and seductive without even trying. The man was almost drooling because of you. “They returned beyond the wall as they promised to never cross it again. Those who dared to defy our terms died by the flames of Aegarax, which worked as a warning to let them know what would happen if they disobeyed.”

“We had a few losses, my lord” Aemond interrupted in the conversation, and still Cregan was unable to take his eyes off of you. “They were brave men, killed in battle by those savages. Allow me to present them with honor with a feast in celebration for our victory. It is also well deserved for those who survive.”

“Let it be done, brother,” Cregan said. "We might as well celebrate your bravery, and your efforts for bringing my wife safely back to my arms."

“Ser Aron, please put the giant's head on display for the people to see. It is a sign of peace now,” you ordered.

“Of course, princess,” he bowed swiftly before getting close enough to the head to pick it up and walking with it out of the Hall.

“My lord, if I may, I would like to go and spend some time with my nephews and niece before tonight’s celebration,” Aemond asked, using that polite and courteous tone that was so typical of him.

Cregan nodded, “of course, brother,” he said.

Aemond walked to your way and left a soft kiss on your forehead before squeezing your shoulder and leaving the hall towards the nursery room where you children were. The silence ruled over the room as everyone was expecting for either you or Cregan to speak further into the matter, but all they received was the comfortable silence you and your husband shared as your hazes would refuse to look away. The lack of each other’s presence these last weeks had clearly made a big impact in your lives, for there was an invisible magnet that was pulling you both closer and closer to each other. Your bodies craved each other's touch in a way that would even make you look desperate.

“We won the war, my lord husband,” you said, a slight smirk crossing your lips as you noticed his jaw clenched. “Mayhaps we should celebrate, don’t you think?”

Your eyes gazed upon his face, begging and pleading for something you knew only him could provide you. The nights in the camp were cold and lonely, making you long for your husband’s warmth. Your breathing trembled at the mere thought of his big hands roaming around your body in order to touch those places that he knew so well.

“Everyone,” Cregan raised his voice in order to be heard by all the people present in the room. His low tone echoed around the room. “Leave, now.”

The lords, knights and soldiers were soon walking towards the exit doors as Cregan walked around the table and reached your side. Your smaller frame looked so fragile in front of him even when your body was covered with that hard material which had some scratches in it. Cregan looked up and down to your state, and he inevitably bit his lip as his hand reached for your hip and pulled you closer to him. A small gasp left you, starting to feel his breathing against your skin. Soon you find yourself being a prisoner of his arms, for they surrounded your body and held you tight against his broad chest.

“The children have been missing you terribly,” he whispered, so close to your lips that you were able to feel his breath against them.

You gave a quick peak to your surroundings just when the door was closed and the last man left the room. Your gaze fell upon your husband’s face once again and a little smile appeared on your face. Your hands went to his broad chest as his started to go down your body until reaching your arse.

You were dirty, sweaty, a complete mess, and yet Cregan thought that you had never looked more desirable.

“Only them?” You asked, teasingly playing with the laces of his coat until it fell down surrounding his shoes.

“No,” he shook his hand, pulling you closer and making you feel his hardness through the fabric of his pants. You sighed, eyes already getting blurry with the aching lust between your legs. “I was scared… frightened.” His lips brushing against your jaw. “I thought I had lost you, I forced myself to heal faster only to go and look for you, my love.”

“No need, I’m already here…” You replied. Your eyes would not dare to leave his as your hand reached his growing erection. “I’m here, and I will never leave you again-”

You were barely able to finish the sentence before his delicious lips trapped yours in a lustful kiss that took your breath away. The missed touch had your heart jumping in your chest with excitement, love and lust. His hands grabbed your checks in order to keep your face close enough to devour your mouth with hunger and desire. He was craving for you as much as you were for him.

"Seeing you like this," he murmurs between kisses, his fingers going to the laces that were holding your pants. "I'm so fucking lucky to call you mine. My wife, my love, my princess."

"I did it all for you," you confessed in a whine, pulling his hair strong enough to make him moan. You pulled away as your fist was holding his locks with a bit of roughness that he loved to see in you. "I would make this entire world burn just for you."

His eyes sparkled with devotion as he softened his grip around your face. His gray eyes staring at yours with a glow you were already used to seeing on him whenever he laid eyes on you. The shadow of a tender smile appeared on his face before he leaned to kiss you again. It was softer, more delicate, leaving part of the lust of your bodies behind just to have a more intimate moment. His tongue entered your mouth elegantly, twirling against yours while you sighed and closed your eyes. The warmth within your chest gave you a feeling of comfort that you had not felt since you left Winterfell; gods, you missed him so much.

When he pulled away, he stared down at you. His thumb caressing your cheeks, wiping the dried blood out of your beautiful face. He could not help but smile, all of this was for him. You did it all for him. His heart would only beat faster on the realization of you unleashing the dragon inside you just for his protection.

There was something about that wild and dangerous side of you that made Cregan drool like a hungry puppy.

"I love you," he said, and you smiled.

"I love you," you replied.

But then the lust in his eyes returned, and you knew the soft moment had vanished. His hands went to your hips as he turned you around and bent you over the table. You chuckled softly at his action, feeling how he would rub himself against you as if he was trying to find some relief. You closed your eyes, leaning your head against his chest.

"My little dragon," he murmured against your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. A soft moan was heard from you. "Fuck- I missed those pretty sounds so much."

You felt how he suddenly stepped back, and it was impossible for you to retain the loud gasp that escaped from your lips once Cregan pulled your pants down, dragging your small clothes with it. The coldness of the air caused shivers in your spine, especially after you noticed him kneeling behind you and his big hands spreading your arse cheeks. His thumbs exploring and touching your folds as he could only growl at the sight, your cunt was already dripping, glistening with your arousal.

Cregan leaned, close enough to brush his nose against your labia, teasing as he smelled your sweet scent and his mouth waters. That sweet, so delicious smell had been missed by him, and he could not wait to let himself drink from you until his lips felt sore. At that point, your legs were shaking with the anticipation of his mouth devouring as if you were his last meal.

"You've been such a good little wife, my princess," he whispered, his hot breath reaching your moist folds and making you whine. "Taking revenge for your husband, and bringing victory to our home."

His thumb started to tease your needy clit, proving small touches that were far from being enough to cause the much needed sensation of relief. You bit your lip, sighing with frustration. Your hips moving backwards as you desperately tried to reach a more intense touch, but Cregan would make you wait.

"So, so good…" he muttered, dropping light kisses in the flesh of your ass, "I'm gonna give my wife the reward she deserves, how about that?"

"Oh, fuck, please, my love," you breathed heavily, closing your eyes as the despair only grew within you. "I need you so much."

"Shh… I should be the one begging," Cregan replied.

You felt the fingertips of his thumbs spreading your labia before his tongue lapped at your sensitive folds. A moan, much louder than the ones before, was heard, and your eyes immediately went close at the delicious feeling of his tongue licking all your slick. He was eating you like a hungry man, after being deprived of you for so long he was despairingly trying to make it worth the wait. He had missed your taste, your smell, the way you would clench around his tongue, and how prettily your moans would sound.

The sound of his tongue against your wetness as he drank from you was beyond obscene. A mixture of his spit and your slick would slip down your thighs, making it messier and filthier that it already is. Your nails were digging on the wood of the ancient table beneath you, and your whimpers were getting louder.

His nose was teasing your entrance, causing the pleasure to become almost unbearable. With the birth of your third child and the weeks you spent apart, you had not been exposed to this kind of pleasure for a really long time, and you almost forgot how good it felt when your dutiful husband took care of you.

Once his tongue left your clit and started to go to your clenching hole, his fingers went to your swollen pearl, indulging the pleasure and making you see stars. You were a mumbling mess, not caring about keeping it quiet because you knew how much your husband loved to hear you, and you loved to make him know how good he was making you feel.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm getting so close, love," you rapidly said, breathy words leaving your throat as you moaned. "Your tongue feels so fucking good- oh, fuck! just like that…"

Your words seemed to only fuel his desire, for his eagerness only increased. He shook his head from side to side, his tongue never leaving your folds. You were able to feel the tightness in your lower belly as your legs started to shake. His whole face buried in you in order to give you the pleasure that you needed and deserved.

With a squeal, you felt your juices oozing out of you and falling into Cregan's tongue. You were able to hear him moan, his heavy breathing against your cunt as he was eagerly trying to get all your release inside his mouth.

Your body fell on top of the table, your eyes remaining closed as you tried to regularize your unsteady breathing. Cregan stood up, caressing the exposed flesh of your thighs as he leaned over your frame to kiss your cheek.

"We have the best cooks in the North, and yet their dishes will never be as delicious as your sweet cunt, my love," you both shared a breathy laugh after his words, your cheeks inevitably getting reddish and warm. "Come here."

His arms lift you up without issue, so effortlessly as always. He shifted your position until you were facing him, sitting on the table and with your legs surrounding his hips. His nose brushed against yours, and your hands went to his pants. He immediately stopped you.

"We can't," he said, "the Maester said we need to wait at least three fortnights."

"I can please you in other ways too, you know that," you reminded him.

"No, I just wanted to thank you-"

"And I want to thank you too," you interrupted him, removing his hand and keeping untying the laces of his pants until you removed them, freeing his shaft from the tightness of the fabric. "For all that you've done for us…"

"My love-"

"Be quiet," you silenced him. Your legs pushed him closer to you until his cock was pressed against your pearl. You both moaned at the feeling. "You know what to do now… please, don't make me beg."

"You little, needy thing…" he muttered before starting to move his hips. His mouth dropped open at the feeling of your lips wrapping around his length, it felt so warm and good. "Fuck, my love, I can't wait to be inside you once again." He confessed.

You smirked, "yeah?"

"Oh, Gods, yes…" his face was buried on the crook of your neck as your hand went to his cock to press it against your core. "As soon as you heal I'll fuck another babe inside you. Would you like that?"

"Y-yes," you nodded, your eyes looking directly at him as he sped his movements. "I can't- fuck… I

I can't wait to feel you inside me again. Filling me up so- oh, fuck, so good."

Cregan moaned at your words, getting harsher with his movements. His sack hitting against your slick, as he kept rubbing himself against you, growing desperate to spill himself on you. Your lips soon met on a needy kiss that silenced all the obscene sounds that were coming out of your mouths. It was messy, but none of you care, already drunk in the pleasure.

He pulled away at the same time that a whine left his lips. He grabbed his shaft and started to swiftly stroke it as he kept rubbing the tip on your clit. You came again, moaning his name before he coated your folds with thick drops of his pearly seed. His head fell backwards, his eyes rolling with pleasure as he hissed and groaned. You held your weight with your forearms as you looked at the mess he did on you.

Cregan soon held you tight, hiding his face on your neck once again. You chuckled softly, tiredly, caressing his hair and kissing whatever part of him you could reach.

"Don't ever leave me," he begged, "I can't do this without you."

"I won't, I promise," you replied in a whisper, smiling so bright.

He reached for your lips once again, kissing you gently and lovingly. It was brief, but as soon as he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, enjoying the closeness of your bodies.

"But now I need to go and see my babies," you said, kissing his lips one last time before pulling back.

"Let me help you to clean you up," he quickly moved around, pulling his pants up to start looking for something that could work.

He found a clean cloak and went towards you. You let him help you, seeing how careful and delicate he always was with you. You smiled at him, and once he was ready, he made you stand up and lifted your pants. Next thing he did was throwing the cloak he used with you to the fire in the fireplace.

He grabbed your hand and walked with you towards the exit door, but before you were able to cross it, he stopped you to kiss you once more.

"I love you," he said again.

You bit your lip, hiding the enormous smile on yojr face.

"I love you."

BOLD MEANS I COULDN’T TAG YOU.

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CREGAN TAG LIST — @satansdarlin @aelora-a @hb8301 @lovelykhaleesiii @xfancyuu @megatardisbaby

[miela]

Shattered Memories • Chapter I: The Expo & The Files • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Angst Chapter Warnings: Flashback Death (writing it hurt me lmao), Mentions of substance abuse and alcholism. Masterlist

↪ divider by firefly-graphics

DIARY / Dream Log #3 / 10 NOV 2024

Dear Diary,

 I dreamt of him again last night…the faceless boy

For the past few nights I've been dreaming of this boy. I didn't remember the dreams but I remember him. I can't remember what he looked like. It's like I remember the essence of him. Like he existed but he's nowhere to be found.

Only this time I remembered.

We were at the studio on a rainy day. I was wearing a long sleeve fitted crop top and matching leggings with my ballet shoes on.The pink of my slippers were a stark contrast against the black of my outfit. He was wearing a black fitted muscle shirt with black leggings under a pair of loose fitting Midtown Tech PE shorts. He was wearing a pair of star wars socks, which I found quite adorable. We were dancing playfully around the studio as we laughed at ourselves for not dancing so seriously but instead sliding across the floor and twirling each other as if we were ipart of a dance number in a musical

I wish I could remember his face.

I remember loving his smile. It's such a pretty smile, that much I know…but I don't remember what it looks like. I just know it brought me comfort and joy. His hair is soft and curly. He has such lovely hair. It feels soft and silky in my hands as I ran my hand through them a few times just to feel them. His eyes are puppy-like but I don't know what color they are. I just…know how they are.

It's strange to dream of someone and have no idea what they look like, but knowing little details that explains what they look like. It’s like running to a destination and then having no idea where you’re going. 

He likes to kiss my cheek and his lips feel velvety on my skin. He calls me different pet names too. 

"Baby, you’re going to hurt yourself."

"My little Lovebug." 

"Are you hungry, Darling?" 

"Princess, you’re doing great!" 

"There’s my Pretty Girl~"

His voice is soft, just like everything about him. (Well…minus his arms and chest and abs…) but his voice is like music to my ears. I would respond with my own pet names for him.

“Don’t worry, My Love, I’ve been doing this my whole life.”

“My Sweet Boy~”

“No, I’m okay, Baby.”

“It’s like you’re my own Disney Prince.”

“And there’s my Handsome Boy~”

We danced around the studio for about an hour until we laid on the floor facing each other tiredly. His fingers traced over my hips and waist several times causing my skin to react to his touch. I scoot closer to him until our faces are centimeters apart. I could hear his heartbeat and I’m pretty sure he could hear mine. We have a special connection that is different from most. It was a biological connection that I couldn’t place. 

I wish he was real. Then maybe I wouldn't feel so fucking lonely.

I leaned in to kiss him before something happened. He glitched. He glitched and my head felt like it was splitting in half with a migraine so painful that I woke up dizzy, shaking and sweating. 

How strange…and terrifying. 

[END NOTE]

The night was in good weather and the streets of New York City were bustling and busy, as per usual. Life was moving on as usual. The sun and moon cycled as usual.

The year is 2030.  

Five years had gone by after the incident at the Statue of Liberty. Five years since you were forced to forget him along with the rest of the world. 

No one knew who Peter Parker was. Not a single soul. To anyone that would be a terrifying thought, but it was something Peter himself had to accept.

He was swinging across buildings in the city one night, as usual. He was on his nightly patrol doing the same thing he's always done—protect the little guy. He figured it would be a somewhat busy night considering today was a special day so, he would probably have to protect some of the…not so little guys as well. He only stopped when he saw one of the big screens in Time Square and decided that this was a good spot to watch from. 

It was showing the Stark Expo. 

It had been awhile since he'd been excited about the beloved and annually anticipated event. Before, it hurt too much to bear with everything that happened but he was particularly intrigued with this one this year because this is when you made your official debut as the new owner of Stark Industries, and he knew you always wanted to make a big entrance. Much like your father, Tony Stark.

Only you wanted to do it bigger. Better.

Peter remembered different ideas you came up with for when the tech company torch was passed down to you. You said no to fireworks because the constant loud noises bother you and it was disrespectful to veterans, animals and those who are like you and sensitive to sound, even more so as a mutant human with super hearing.Other ideas you thought of were outlandish like setting something on fire or blowing something up (which Peter reminded you, contradicted your statement about the fireworks) and some were outrageous like blasting out of a giant cake. Eventually you came up with a solid plan that seemed to have fit your personality and mission as the legacy. You had it all planned out in a digital notebook with blueprints, lists, distributors, catering options and many more categories. Peter loved to watch you while you were fixated on something. It showed how much passion you had. He wondered how you felt leading up to the event. 

He wished he could have been there. 

There was a countdown on the screen for when the Expo was going to begin. Peter's friends invited him to go with them to see the Expo but he decided against it and used the excuse of having a lot of work; for school, for home and his job. Really he just couldn't handle the crowd right now he didn’t think he would be able to handle being so close to and yet so far from you. 

Also he's Spiderman. He's got his hero duties to do. 

With school, work, trying to function as an adult and being Spiderman, he was a busy guy, and that was the only thing that kept him distracted from thinking about his friends, his family, Mr. Stark, you…

Especially you. 

There were times when he looked at the necklace you gave back to him and remembered what you had said to him. 

"Give this back to me, I'll remember you."

But he knew it wouldn't be that simple. 

Five years ago, he had full intentions of calling you at seven like he promised but...he didn’t. He went to your window later that night instead. You were sitting on your bed sadly looking at a picture of you and your dad. It had been a year since you both lost Tony but it was taking you a longer time to move on for obvious reasons. He was your actual father and you knew him much longer. Tony was like a father figure to Peter, but he's been to this rodeo four times already. 

This was the first time you lost someone so close to you in such a way. 

Peter recalled that day. He remembered how you were.

Pepper had her arm around a crying Peter’s shoulders. Rhodey had given you a sad and apologetic look as you went over to Tony. You kneeled down by him.

"Dad, we did it." You said going up to him, your voice shaking as you put your hands on his shoulders. "Pops, we won. You did it. You…you…"

You paused when you saw the state of him. Half of his body was fried from using the infinity stones and he was taking his last breaths. Peter put his hand on your shoulder and you glanced at him with a fearful and hopeful look in your eyes. He pressed his lips together in a thin line giving you an apologetic and pained look. He had that same look you had in his eyes a moment ago. 

“No,” you shook your head and looked back at Tony. “Dad, please. We….we….we won.”

Tony looked at you one last time and weakly pointed to his heart before pointing to yours. You understood what he meant by it and you sighed deeply, nodding before he forced a small smile on his face that was barely there and took his final breath.

Your lip quivered and you leaned your forehead on his. “I love you, Daddy. I love you so much.”

Then the arc reactor light on his chest went out. 

Peter sat next to you after a moment and you instantly wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug and you hugged him back both of you crying your eyes out and attempting to comfort each other. Peter had to carry you back and he didn’t put you down until you had cried yourself to sleep on his shoulder.

Remembering that moment and then remembering how you were afterwards, it dawned on him how things played out. Peter was your rock, and you were his, but he had already made his decision. 

Your name was called and you perked up before quickly wiping your eyes and softly calling “Coming!”

You put down the photo on your end table and then walked out of your room. Once it was safe to do so, Peter climbed into your window and gathered any trace of his existence and put it in a box and left with it.

 Would he regret this? He had no idea.

He had run into once or twice or three times after that but as Spiderman and when he was saving your life from any danger. Nothing too eventful.

And that is how he ended up here five years later with a new life so different from yours.

The countdown made it to the 10 second mark and Peter was knocked out of his thoughts to pay attention to the screen. Once the mark hit zero the intro began.

Instantly he recognized the song. Back in Black by AC/DC. 

Different forms of tech and inventions were brought onto the stage in an almost cinematic way. Lights flashed, sparks flew, and the crowd went wild. Fireworks went off in the sky to Peter’s surprise but he was even more surprised when they made no sound. He concluded that you somehow made soundless fireworks. He wondered when and how you came up with that one. 

Once the platforms finished forming on the stage he spotted something flying in the sky. He didn’t sense danger from it but it was headed towards the expo. 

“Hey Karen, zoom in on that thing in the sky.”

“Okay, Peter.” and with that the lens of his mask zoomed in on the flying object. It was red and gold and mechanical…

Wait, could it be…?

“It appears to be an Ironman suit.” Karen stated.

“Who is it…?” Peter wondered.

“Activating X-Ray Scan Function.”

“Wait a minute…!” Peter panicked. “What if they’re naked…!”

“Be serious, Spiderman.” Karen retorted while deactivating the x-ray scan. 

Peter was taken aback by his AI. “Wow, Karen, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“All Stark Industries AI have been updated with a Bestie Feature created by (Y/N) Stark.”

Peter smirked to himself. “Classic (Y/N/N).”

You landed on a mid-rise platform on the stage as it lowered to the regular height. The crowd was cheering loudly as you stepped out of the iron suit and Peter was taken aback.

You looked amazing. 

You wore an oversized blazer with a black dress underneath and knee high combat boots. Your lips were painted a bright red color and your nails were a teal blue that Peter recognized you always wearing.  Under the dazzling lights of the Expo. You looked happy, healthy and lovely as ever.

Just how Peter hoped for you. 

You danced your way across the stage before you stood poised at the podium, your confidence radiating, much like how Tony was. The audience hushed, anticipation hanging in the air as they waited to hear from the new owner of Stark Industries, Tony Stark's eldest daughter, (Y/N) Stark.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests and partners," you began, your voice steady yet carrying an echo of nervousness that Peter recognized all too well that others wouldn’t. “How are we all doing tonight?!”

The crowd went wild and you grinned in response.

"Good glad to hear it because today marks a significant milestone – not just for Stark Industries, but for a legacy that my father, Tony Stark, entrusted me to carry forward."

The crowd erupted in applause, the memory of Tony Stark's genius and charisma still fresh in their minds, even five years after his passing. Your presence on that stage, the spitting image of confidence of your father with a twist of your own determination, stirred a mix of nostalgia and curiosity in everyone. Even people on the street stopped and watched curiously and anxiously. Once the crowd calmed down, you continued on with your speech. Peter sat on top of the tall building that was right across from the screen that he was watching. You looked a little different but you were still as beautiful as he could remember. 

“Tony Stark was many things; a visionary, a genius, a multi-billionaire, a philanthropist, an American patriot, a playboy, a raging smart ass…”

The crowd laughed, and you continued.

“But to me, he was my number one supporter, my greatest mentor, my biggest inspiration and my best friend."

You looked back at the Ironman Suit that you arrived in longingly for a moment before turning back to the crowd. 

“When I was nine years old, my dad was taken by terrorists. He told me those three months were a huge awakening for him and changed the trajectory of his life. Through those dark times he went in a man, and came out a hero. A year later, he had learned that he had made enemies and then one day, our home in Malibu was blown to pieces. Each and every attempt to knock him down only made him come back stronger and stronger...and each time he became more and more my hero.”

Peter agreed with you from his sitting place in the building and the crowd cheered once again.

“Obviously, I began to notice at a young age what was happening. I did inherit his genius after all. And I began to ask questions, lots of questions.”

“One day he pulled me off to the side and He told me, ’(Y/N/N), one day this company will be yours and I want this to be a learning lesson for you. I want you to learn from my mistakes, instead of your own. I want you to grow to be a better person than I am’... I still hold those words close to me and I wonder how I can even be half of the genius and a fraction of the hero that he was...and still is to many people? I don't think I ever could. But because he believed in me so deeply, I will be. Even though he is gone from this world, he's still in my heart, guiding me.”

"Change is inevitable, and with change comes the opportunity to create a brighter future,” you continued, your eyes alight with determination but Peter could tell that you did it to hide the pain. "My father once said that his suit was a cocoon, and he emerged as Iron Man. Stark Industries is my cocoon, and I am committed to guiding it toward new heights of innovation and impact.”

“I remember his speech here at the expo, after he revealed himself as the iron hero and how he said ‘it's not about us, it's about legacy’. I stand before you as a testament to my father's belief in progress, innovation, and the power of human potential," you stated. "Tony Stark was more than a genius inventor; he was a visionary who saw challenges as opportunities, who dared to dream the impossible and then turn those dreams into reality."

The holographic screens around the stage displayed images of Tony Stark's greatest creations: the Iron Man suits, the Arc Reactor, the revolutionary technologies that had changed the world and his one of his greatest creations stands in the middle of all of it. 

You. 

“So I will go on with this genius mind and this heart made of gold and iron that I inherited from one of the greatest people I have ever known and be the heir of legacy that he believed me to be.” 

Peter looked at the screen, his heart swelling at your words and the emotion and passion in your voice. He could only imagine how this was for you.

"As the new owner of Stark Industries, I take this responsibility seriously," you asserted. "My father's legacy was not just about technology; it was about making a difference. And that is what Stark Industries will continue to do under my guidance, because with great power comes great responsibility."

Peter could have swore that his heart exploded. That was what his Aunt May had told him right before she died. He wondered where you heard it from. “Now, just because I came down in the suit, doesn’t mean I’m trying to be the new Iron Man. Oh no, I’m trying to be a different kind of hero…but I will work hard to find someone who will be suitable to wear it.” You stated and the crowd seemed to look at you understanding. 

After that, you spoke of a renewed commitment to clean energy, sustainable technologies, and global initiatives aimed at improving lives.The audience was captivated, witnessing the torch being passed from one generation to another, seamlessly transitioning from Tony's leadership to your vision. Peter was also captivated by the strong and determined person you have grown to be. 

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it was better that he was out of your memories and your life.

“Now a few words from the man who walked and the man who ran so that I could fly.” You smiled.

Your words resonated deeply with the audience as you concluded your speech. The applause that followed was thunderous, a testament to the faith they had in your ability to carry on your father's legacy. Peter couldn't be anymore proud of you than he already was.

He just wished he was by your side, supporting you.

As you stepped down from the podium, Peter couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment.

 The Stark Legacy was in your hands now, and you were ready to honor it and not by imitating your father, but by carving your own path while staying true to his spirit of innovation, determination, and a desire to make the world a better place. Just as you had told Peter once before.

Peter pressed his lips together under his mask as he watched you. He watched as you walked off stage as a video of Howard Stark began to play. He talked about the initial mission for Stark Industries. Then Tony’s video came on, and he spoke about legacy and the future. It sure seemed like the future of Stark Industries was bright with your mission to push it even further with technology for space exploration of the solar system, and making technology that can advance cybernetics and construction tools. 

Peter wished nothing for the best for you, but he couldn’t help but wish he could be by your side while doing all of it. Something told him to go to you and tell you everything but another part of him told him to do the opposite and stay as far away from you as possible, but he had decided a while ago that he would just let you have your own space to grow before he attempted to come back into your life…before he would return the necklace to you, but the more he thought about it the more he feared doing it. He had tried once  with Ned and MJ before they left for MIT, but he also chickened out. He couldn't even get close to Celina since she was training with Doctor Strange. He figured by now it would be a dead end anyways. 

So he promised to support you guys from a distance. A big one. 

The wail of sirens echoed down below fading in and out as they passed by and that was Peter’s signal to resume his duty as the beloved web slinging, wall crawling hero that he was meant to be. 

You had left the Expo early.

You left after you actually gave your speech. You had better things to do than to pretend that everything was okay. These five years were tough on you. You have lost so much and so many people and even five years later it deeply affects you. You were definitely better than you were years ago though. You pretty much flew off the handle and went off the deep end. You did some dumb shit and did some bad shit, took some dumb shit and took some bad shit and now you’re trying to forget all of the dumb shit and the bad shit. Lucky for you, you always kept a low profile. 

Everyone knew Tony Stark had a daughter but he kept you out of the public eye for good reason.

You preferred it that way anyways. It made life and school easier. You went as far as to take up the name (Y/N) Jarvis and take the bus home from school to keep your identity a secret. You were in no way ashamed to be a Stark, in fact, you were proud of it. You just didn’t want the unwanted attention that comes with being a famous person’s offspring. You could already hear the nepo baby accusations for everything (not that they were really wrong…).

So, when you went on a bender for a year, no one knew who you were. When you decided to take things to forget your pain, no one batted a pretty eye.

Except those who did know you of course. 

You’d rather not think about how you broke Pepper and Happy’s hearts seeing you like that. Or how selfish you had been. It wasn’t until you were at your worst one day, where you finally decided that you were gonna get your act together. It wasn’t easy…it was far from easy. You had spent the first half of the first year utterly depressed from the loss of your father and the next half was your party girl bender era, much too young from doing anything that you were doing. The year after that was recovery and the years after that was making amends with everything you made crash and burn. 

This year you worked. A lot. 

You spent most of your time in your lab at the avenger’s compound creating and inventing while also scolding DUM-E, the help robot your father created, for doing too much. Which is where you were right now instead of networking with people you really didn’t give a flying fuckaroo about at the expo.

You had more important matters to attend to. 

Usually you would be working on a new AI format (that wasn’t the debauchery that Ultron was..) or the car you were supposed to build with Tony before he passed, but with the world in near shambles all the time, you have a different project you were working on.

The NAI— New Avengers Initiative. 

After the fight with Thanos and the blip coming undone by the hands of your father’s sacrifice, shit went sideways in your eyes. You recalled how people reacted when the world went back to normal, you recalled Sam and Bucky going on missions to stop a literal child from causing a mass murder attempt on government officials, you recalled Sam becoming the new Captain America and his beautiful call out speech to those government officials, and you recalled the day five years ago at the statue of liberty.

 Sort of.

You had remembered a battle, you had remembered being there with Ned, Celina and MJ, but you honestly weren’t really sure why you were there and you didn’t understand why you were crying so hard. 

Come to think of it, why were you crying at all? 

You fought all types of enemies including the Big 3 (Aliens, Robots, and Wizards) as Sam likes to put it. You have fought terrorists, governments, hell you have fought in the civil war of the avengers, and yet you had the waterworks about a battle you couldn’t even remember. You blamed it on the realization that you would have to fight big battles without your biological family and chosen family the same way anymore, but…you felt like something else was missing, like a big part of you was carved out of your life. It was like there was this big hole in your chest and you tried to fill it with everything imaginable. You failed miserably.

It must be the dreams you were having. 

You kept dreaming about a boy, and everytime you dream about him you’re super happy. The happiest you have ever been. The only problem is you couldn’t remember who he was and why you kept dreaming about him. Since those dreams began you have been having terrible headaches and nothing has been really fixing them. Morgan would tease you in her oh-so-annoying-little-sibling-way and basically say that your brain is trying not to be stupid for once. 

God forbid she knew you were dreaming about a boy. You wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“FRIDAY,” You stated as you sat in your chair in thought. “Pull up all the files on the Avengers.”

“The remaining ones or All of them?” the voice asked.

“All,” you replied. “Minus me, I know me. Very well actually.”

“Pulling up Avenger’s database right now, miss.”

Holographic screens appear in front of you. “Spread them out. Circular please.”

The screens surround you as if they were a council meeting. You walked to each one studying them as you reminisced on your past relationship and current stance with each of them now. 

You heavily looked up to Natasha Romanoff and she was like a big sister to you.

Now she’s dead.

You deeply admired Wanda Maximoff, and even had a mini crush on her.

But she went rogue and is now nowhere to be found.

You adored Vision, since he was the personification of AI Jarvis.

But you don’t know what happened to him either.

You also admired Steve Rogers, and he was like a big brother to you. 

But he decided to go back to the past and live his own life. 

Thor was like your goofy uncle and you loved him like one.

But he has his own thing going on in New Asgard and with the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Doctor Bruce Banner you felt so much for. You honestly admired him too. You were one of the only people who didn’t fear him as the Hulk but rather felt pity for him.

You decided he needed to be left alone, even though he was better now.

Scott was cool. He was also like a cool uncle figure. 

But he has other matters to worry about. Including a family.

Same with Clint. You learned alot from him.

But he only came out of retirement by force. You didn’t wanna bother him. 

Doctor Stephen Strange you found amusing. 

But you currently hate magic, that’s more of Celina’s thing. Possibly Ned too apparently.

You look at each of them as if this is the only way you could send them off with good riddance…for some of them it was true. Some of them you expect to never see again. You long accepted that already and wished nothing but the best for the rest of them and you hoped they all could find peace as much as they could. You sighed and smiled as you looked over all of them, but your eyes landed on a screen that would change the trajectory of your life.

You let your eyes scan the face of a puppy-eyed figure with brown curls and boyish features. There was something vaguely familiar but so foreign about him. It bothered you. You read the name.

“Peter Parker…” His name tasted familiar on your tongue, like you had spoken it many times before.

Could it be…?

“FRIDAY,” you asked. “Give me all the information on Peter Parker that we have.”

“Certainly,” she responded and pulled up more screens. “Peter Parker. Age: 21. Would have been 26 but he was part of The Blip. Hair Color: Brown, Eye Color: Brown. Ethnicity: Some sort of European descent, seems to be English by the last name.”

“Okay, okay but like ...who is he in the Avengers?”

“He is Spiderman and he was taken under the wing of your father.”

Your face twisted in confusion. “Huh? How…?”

You knew Spiderman. You remember Spiderman as your partner on Missions. You two bonded over the fact that you both had Spider powers. You even built his and your suits and begged your father not to tell him that it was you for some odd reason…oh yeah you had a major crush on him. Your suits synced up to each other making you both the Iron Spider. 

Two Spider Mutants + Stark Tech = Iron Spider. 

As you scanned your neurons for memories, you tried to remember his face. Surely, you knew his face…but you couldn’t place it. Really, all this time you just thought Spiderman was Harley Keener, but now that you think about it…nothing in that thought process would make any sense. After all he’s from Tennessee and has been in the same room as Spiderman. You recall sleeping on the Quinjet with Spiderman with your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. You recall even fighting “against” him in the Avengers Civil War.

That’s a different story for a different day.

You went through a plethora of memories but you could never remember his face and it peeved you to no end. Did he just hide his identity from everyone? He was young and honestly you did the same thing for a while, so you don't really blame him. After you gave the heroic works, he continued being the friendly neighborhood spiderman, helping the little guy. But things weren’t adding up in your mind still. 

Especially if he knew your father on a close level to wear he took him under his iron wing. 

“Peter Parker,” you said softly again. “Who are you? How did you meet my father…? Are you the boy in my dreams…?”

“The Database says he was part of the Stark Internship. Which was a Pseudonym for his Avenger call.” FRIDAY responded. 

“Something isn’t adding up,…” you said, chewing your lip, vexed. “Why don’t I recognize him?”

“Would you like me to do a deeper search, miss?”

Invading his personal information? You thought. 

“How deep are we talking, Fri?” You squint your eyes at the picture of Peter Parker, as if you were addressing him. 

“I can go as far back as to the day he was born and as deep as to where he is right now.” 

You nearly fell out of your chair. “FRIDAY…!” 

“It’s the way I was built, miss. You can’t blame me.”

You snorted.

“FRIDAY, that is stalker behavior,” You respond, thinking no more than ten seconds on the idea. After all, if you knew each other personally I’m sure he told you most of this stuff already. 

And if he’s the boy from your dreams…

“Do it.”

And this is how everything changed.

~

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Chapter VI: The Wedding

@koobratzy

@beebeechaos

New chapter released, hope you like it

The Kingdom holds its breath as the day of greatest union ever seen in the history of Westeros arrives. Princess Targaryen, second daughter of King Viserys, marries the Lord of Winterfell, unifying the two greatest Houses of the North and the South. It is said that many came to see this wedding, dragons roared in the night, wolves howled marking a great alliance. It is said that the ceremony was intimate, with love flowing from both bride and groom But the most interesting is undoubtedly the night you go to bed. Princess Nymeria was aged ten and six, Lord Cregan twenty. Many might say that the bride and groom would have waited until the Princess was ten and seven years old, but Maesters and Mushroom agree that the Princess was a worthy descendant of Princess Alyssa, her grandmother. It is said that Winterfell Castle was shaken by bedroom noises until early in the morning.

-It's the day ! Talyssa and Rhaenyra shout

It's the day…

All around me, everyone is busy, the servants are opening the luggage, the castle is being prepared for the reception, I am being grabbed everywhere and I don't see Cregan all day. It weighs on my heart a little but I have too many problems to think about it for long.

With my aunt and my sister I organize my outfits, listening to my aunt's advice carefully. My sister and Talyssa weave the pearls and rubies that will style my hair, I watch my aunt explain the duties of marriage to me, I have never been so embarrassed.

-Listen to me Nymeria, she said inspecting my dress, a good husband does not hurt his wife in the marital bed, and I turn purple, he is gentle and loves his wife.

Rhaenyra tenses when she hears our aunt's sideways glance at her. It is true that her marriage with Leanor is not yet bearing fruit, but we cannot ignore my cousin's inclinations either.

-From this union, the Kingdom expects a lot, continues my aunt inviting me to extend my hands, but you must not live only for duty, she smiles at me caressing my hands, enjoy your marriage and your husband my dear cousin .

My heart melts in my chest and without even waiting or thinking I throw myself into his arms, holding him against my heart touched by his words. The words they say now are the words my mother should have said.

-Thank you very much Aunt Rhaenys. I whisper against her

Tense against my embrace, she ended up giving me two pats on the back, then caressing my hair in a motherly way.

-You're welcome, my little cousin, you can count on me.

I haven't eaten since I broke my morning fast, the stress spinning like a ball in my stomach. The guests were arriving, the castle in the North was silent, the old town was becoming noisy and nervousness was playing with my mind.

My dress hangs in front of me, its pure color only increasing my apprehension. I will be married tonight, my cousin Ser Leanor will take me to my husband, and the Gods know I wish it was Daemon.

-Stop thinking too much.

I turn around watching my future husband's sister Sara come into my room, she didn't knock and her appearance took me by surprise, only I like her comforting smile on her face.

-How do you know I'm thinking? I ask inviting her to sit with me

She sits in front of me placing a large bag in front of us, I observe her for a while seeing a certain fur overtakes it.

-Every bride thinks about her wedding day, I can't imagine what's going on in your head given the stakes.

It is true that my marriage is not just a simple union between two beings who love each other, but it represents the union of the North and the South. This is the only marriage between a Stark and a Targaryen. The children who will emerge from this union will be almost like Gods to the people of the South.

-Don't worry too much, Princess, Sara smiled, my brother has loved you since the day he laid eyes on you. And I can assure you that he is in the same state as you.

My curiosity is immediately stirred and I ask him with my hand on my mouth as if it were a dirty secret:

-Is he really? Nervous ?

Surprised by my question Sara remains a little open-mouthed before laughing exactly like Cregan but with a thinner voice. I find myself smiling when I see her laugh, she will be a good friend, everything about her exudes confidence like her brother.

-My Princess, she smiled, trying to stop her laughter, I have never seen him in such a state, he is so confident, yet now he is only nervous.

It reassures me that Cregan is in the same state as me, I don't like being alone with the nervousness. Sara frowns when she sees that I haven't broken my lunch, she advises me to eat, but I explain to her that I can't swallow anything because I'm too nervous.

-You should really eat Princess, Sara points out, but I'm bringing you this, a gift that my brother can't take you.

My heart reacted a quarter of the time hearing that Cregan sent me a gift. I thanked him, opening the bag and my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw it. Beautiful soft white fur, my hand dips into it and I compare it to the clouds in the sky. It is not long dragging on the ground, it is worn on the shoulders.

-She’s beautiful… I whisper

-She is the piece that was missing from your dress. Adds Sara while smiling -She is.

We stay talking for a long time, and I get to know my future sister, she manages to make me eat which surprises my eldest when she comes into my room. Then Sara leaves, excusing herself to go see Cregan, leaving the women of my House to give me a bath and take care of my hair.

It is at this moment that I understand that evening is falling and that the ceremony will not take long.

The bath as hot as the dragon with scents of roses and spices from Pentos perfumes my skin making it soft to the touch. But I'm not concerned about the softness of my skin, or the noises behind my door, no. I am transfixed in front of my portrait which is reflected in the large glass. My silver hair is tied in a large braid wrapped around my elegantly tied hair, on top the pearls and rubies braided by my sister and Talyssa make it sparkle.

My snow-white wedding dress is decorated with a scaled pattern representing the dragon, its long sleeves have the pattern of dragons and wolves and dragons in silver satin, two brooches close the front of the dress, one Targaryen the other Stark, and the dress flares out from my tight waist. And to top it all off, the beautiful white fur that surrounds my neck and shoulders going down to my forearms and a little down my back.

-Gevis. Someone whispers and I jump

My heart races, my mouth drops open when I see my uncle Daemon leaning against the door with a satisfying smile on his lips. Even before my brain commands it, I jump into his arms, probably surprising him.

-Oh my little adventurer who are you going to fight in this outfit? He mocks, caressing my back

-What are you doing here ? I ask walking away from him

-Aren't you happy to see me? Daemon asks, raising an eyebrow.

A smile splits my face.

-Yes I'm happy, I really am, but you told me that…

-The scholar of Pentos allowed Leana to travel on the back of a dragon with me, my uncle explained to me, I didn't want to take the risk but your father sent me a raven urging me to go to the wedding and take you to your husband, so I spoke to the Lord of the North who swore to keep this a secret until I arrived here.

My jaw quickly finds the floor, so Cregan knew about Daemon?

-You came because Viserys told you to come? I ask playing with my fingers

-No, little adventurer, I came because I had to and I wanted to, it’s me who’s supposed to take you in front of your husband and not Leanor. You are like my daughter Nymeria, without even Viserys' letter I could not have left you alone.

Tears appear in my eyes and a small drop runs down my cheek, Daemon wipes it away with the back of his thumb, a tender smile on his face. Then Daemon will be the one to give me to Cregan, I am overjoyed.

-So cousin Leana is with you?

-Yes, smiled Daemon, she is with her parents going to the Heart Tree.

My throat tightens as I think of the guests heading to the place of the gods for the ceremony. My uncle notices this and comes over to take my hands in his.

-Everything will go well, your future husband is as nervous as you, proof that he undoubtedly loves you.

-Thank you for being here. I sigh looking at him

Daemon smiles fully something rare before leaving me to head towards the package he gave me.

-You didn't open it. Does he notice

-I was waiting for the wedding, I answer, I would like to open it now.

I approach and Daemon hands it to me so that I can open it, I discover the package with wide eyes at its contents. It's not often that Daemon gives me jewelry, he usually saves it for Rhaenyra, but for this day, he gave me a beautiful pair of dragon wing earrings, the gold and the glass shines and sparkles when I hold them.

-It's diamond and gold, I had it forged for you, you will be here with the Starks but I don't want you to forget that you are a Targaryen and that you are the dragon. You are the fire in the winter, you will also be additional security for the North, your children will speak Valyrian and will know their stories, and they will undoubtedly have Dragon and Giant Wolf. But you are still Targaryens, you are a Princess Nymeria, and I am proud of you. You do me honor.

My heart overflows with tears of joy and my hands tremble when I hear it. He brings me support and courage but above all love at this moment when I need it more than anything. I'm ready to take the step, I'm ready to go to my wedding.

The Heart tree in front of me is different from the one in the Red Keep. It is larger, wider, more majestic and its red is flamboyant. But my gaze is not fixed on this God of the Forest, my gaze is fixed on the man below. In his furs, shaved and coiffed, his gaze riveted on me, Cregan stands waiting for me for the wedding.

There were very few guests for the vow ceremony, present from my House, my Uncle and my Aunt Rhaenys and Corlys, my sister and heiress Rhaenyra and my cousin Leanor with them my pregnant cousin Leana and my Uncle who is holding my elbow with honor and emotion. Talyssa is there too, tears streaming down her cheeks causing my body to churn with love. Queen Alicent looks down at me from my sister's side, jealousy and contempt play on her face, but she smiles when our eyes meet.

On Cregan's side, his sister Sara is standing in the front row, with her members of House Bolton and other guests.

With my heart beating I approach Cregan and the big bearded man in front of the tree I jump making Daemon laugh when the ceremony begins:

-Who comes before the ancient Gods this night? Exclaims a big bear man

-Princess Nymeria Targaryen. Presents Daemon with his deep voice barely betrayed by his emotion, She comes here to get married, a true and noble adult woman. She comes to implore the blessing of the Gods, who is there to claim it?!

A quick glint of challenge appears in his eyes and I smile when I see it.

-I, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, come here this night, before the Gods, to claim this Lady. Who is taking her to me?

-Me, Daemon serves my elbow stronger, Prince Daemon Targaryen who is the uncle and the father. My heart is helped by hearing it.

He lets me go slowly, placing me in front of my future husband, tears wet the corners of my eyes, and my body trembles slightly. I've never felt my heart beat so fast, and when his gaze looks into mine, that purple of ancient Valyria, I know he considers himself my father.

Cregan faces me, our eyes do not leave each other and our hearts undoubtedly beat in unison, he smiles at me and I faint, swallowing back my tears of joy. We turn to the officer of the ceremony who hides a smile under his beard.

- Princess Nymeria of House Targaryen, do you take this man? asks the man

-Yes, a warm smile stretches my lips, I take him for my man.

Cregan holds my hand with his, a happy, joyful smile, he holds it so hard that it warms at his touch.

-So Cregan Stark, take your wife Lady Nymeria now, of House Stark. Said the proud man looking at Cregan

My heart stopped at the contact of his hand on my cheek, the blush didn't even color my face, my gaze fixed on his, and his thumb slowly caressing the corner of my lips.

And this softness that I feel and which envelops me, his lips on mine, the desire to abandon my body in his tickles my stomach as I press again on his lips when he tries to escape.

I force myself to separate myself from him, a playful smile hangs on his face and I roll my eyes, gradually turning red at the few mocking laughs from those assembled, but what makes me laugh heartily is my uncle's grunt behind me who had advanced:

-A little more and I would have ripped it off of you.

Cregan stifles a laugh at Daemon's threatening tone which makes me giggle.

-I present to you, Lord Cregan Stark, and Lady Nymeria Stark!

The party takes place before my eyes, men and women dance, children play and eat and I enjoy seeing my sister and my cousins ​​dancing with Talyssa.

Cregan's hand caresses my thigh hidden by my dress and I tense when his fingers dig into the fabric.

-Your intentions are not subtle my Lord husband. I scoff softly trying to shoo his hand away

Cregan laughed as he drank some of the wine specially sent by my uncle Corlys.

-Did I only want to be subtle, my dear wife. My intentions are clear.

-And shared, I whisper and he almost jumps, I want it as much as you my Lord.

Cregan's intense gaze falls on me and I heat up, if Daemon wasn't arguing with Corlys I think he would have pulled me back. I look out of the corner of my eye at Alicent who is playing with a ring on her finger, Ser Criston Cole is standing behind her making me feel nauseous. His gaze is fixed on Rhaenyra.

-I hope you won't cause a deadly fight tonight, Ser? I address provocatively to Criston Cole

The knight tenses, turning his tongue seven times before answering me, a sideways glance at me.

-I will Princess.

-What ? I push a little more, You will cause death this evening to be pardoned…

-Nymeria. Cregan whispers to calm me down

-Princess. Alicent hisses

Ser Criston Cole swallows again under my attack but does not respond, giving me a murderous look which undoubtedly attracts Daemon's attention.

I confront him without fear, remembering what he is and what I am. Ser Erryck should be here, but he is with the Queen's children. And a murderer replaces him.

-I will retire to my rooms, Alicent informs, my congratulations again, my Lord, my Lady.

Cregan gets up, but I sit there glaring at Alicent, she waits for me to get up then sighs, turning away from me when she realizes I won't move. She finally leaves the room.

-Was it necessary? Cregan asks, taking my hand.

-She deserves all my contempt, I respond, rolling my eyes, I despise this good woman.

Cregan chuckles as he plays with my ringed fingers, I didn't bring a lot of jewelry with me, but I'll always have my rings.

-I don't think I'll ever get used to it, I raise an eyebrow, your Dragon character. He explains

The fire crackles in the fireplace, the room is a little warm, my gaze is drawn to the eyes, the purple in my eyes must shine. I hold the dressing gown around me, sewn by Sara in the colors of House Stark. My feet tap the ground frantically, my excitement mixing with my fear.

The door opens and closes, its noise doesn't distract me, but the hand that lifts my chin makes my heart race.

-You are beautiful Nymeria, he caresses my grayed white hair, I don't deserve you.

-Oh husband. I whisper in response

I find a way to lay him on the bed, my hand on his chest as I climb on top of him, my legs surrounding his hips, one of his hands on my hip, the other on my cheek.

-I am yours Cregan, entirely yours.

My face leans toward his, our noses touch, and my hair forms a curtain around us. He smiles back, his chest rising and falling against mine. “Ride him, like a Dragon” Daemon had told me earlier, I blushed

But I don't blush with shyness when our lips meet, I sigh with excitement rolling my hips against him as his hand squeezes my neck.

Our sighs and heavy breathing fill the room, my little clothes become bulky, embarrassing, wet. My lips are kissed by his while my hips press quickly against his member which hardens at his contact.

-Nymeria, princess… Moans Cregan as I stand up

The nightgown falls on my shoulders, my breasts poking out into view, my body straightened I ride him like I ride my dragon, his hands on my hips to help me. I feel this heat rising and playing in my body, it burns and transcends, it makes me drunk on him.

-Cregan… I moan, closing my eyes

-No, darling, look at me.

My hips lift as he joins me and my legs tremble at the feeling of fire in my veins. I am trapped in a burning sensation demanding to be released. Little cries escape me as I claw at Cregan's chest, our noises hitting the walls of the room, our breaths in symbiosis.

The knot in my stomach that holds the dam of heat tenses again and again and I cry out when it breaks, my body shaking completely as Cregan holds me in his arms caressing the back of my neck.

-Cregan, oh shit…

My husband curses and grunts, slowly slowing his hips before stopping and catching his breath.

-Everything is fine. He whispers against my ear

-Hm, I'm taking a little breath, yes.

As soon as I respond positively, Cregan turns us so that my back ends up on the mattress, him above me, his hand caressing my cheek, looking amazed.

-I must say that I did not expect that woman, I am pleasantly surprised.

I blush at his playful and completely indecent tone, which makes him laugh loudly. Cregan stands up, his gaze fixed on mine as he takes off the simple clothes he had on him, I don't have time to look between his legs because he is already helping me get rid of my little clothes and the nightgown, I grimace when I feel the wet fabric.

-Is this normal? I ask perplexed watching him put the clothes down.

-Yes, my wife, that shows how much you desire me. He explain to me

-Then I want you very much. I said laughing a little embarrassed

A charming smile appears on her face, my eyes leave the smile to look between her legs and I immediately close my eyes. How can this even fit into me? This defies the science of my works.

-Look at me Nymeria.

I open my eyes with difficulty, losing my footing when Cregan lies on top of me and I feel his penis stretched against my thigh, it's soft and hard, I want to touch it and discuss it, but my breath takes flight when his fingers come to caress a sensitive part between my labia.

-You're so wet, he moaned, pinching my pearl, what do you want, Nymeria?

I can barely breathe, little moans and mewls leaving my lips trying to form a sentence, my hips rolling against his hand the more he strokes me.

-Woman, he stops his movements and looks into my eyes, I need you.

I swallow, I need him too, need him inside me. Need to belong to him. So I grab the back of his neck bringing his lips to mine, the kiss is less urgent, it is more tender, slower and languorous. It represents warm and sincere love.

-I need you, I moan against his lips, I need you husband.

With a low growl, Cregan raises himself up, his lips still connected to mine, his hand slips between our two bodies, and I feel something soft caressing my penis, it was undoubtedly his.

-I have to warn you, princess, it will probably hurt. Whine my husband while positioning himself

-I'm not afraid, I answer, still doubting a little, just keep kissing me.

His lips took me elsewhere, as he fussed between us. They play, peck and suck as I feel the first pressure between my legs, my breath catches. Cregan tenses above me with an almost hurtful growl.

He pushes his forehead against mine a little more, the sire pearling on his face, tense features biting his lip. He is perfect. I run a hand through his hair, breathing through my nose as the pain intensifies.

-Maybe, I'm holding back a little sob, should we go straight away?

-I don't want to hurt you…

I caress his neck, his hair, encouraging him to go, after a deep breath and a tender look Cregan asks:

-Are you sure ?

-Yes…

A soundless cry leaves my mouth, lips open and wide-eyed I hold Cregan against me, pain radiating throughout my body. It was sudden and fast, I feel him all inside me, stretching me, and he doesn't move.

We stay there for an indefinite time without moving, he kisses my tear-wet cheeks, my forehead, my lips, caressing my back and my arms. And then over time, the pain fades, leaving me with discomfort.

-You can… move.

-Nyme…

-Move, please. I moan while kissing him

Cregan doesn't protest, I feel his hips move in a circle, the discomfort diminishes a little in the face of the movement the strange sensation of burning and heat rises in my stomach.

-Your gaze in mine. Moaned Cregan

And my gaze doesn't leave his, he holds my hip not completely coming out of me before returning, I jump at the sensation, the knot in my stomach tensing, I share his moans and sighs, my embarrassment is present but in the background, I'm obsessed with him.

His pace accelerates and his chest trembles against my hand, my hips find their balance and accompany his hip rolls making us moan out loud. I feel it, this fire that burns my veins is ready to knock me down again, I cling to Cregan with pleasure in his voice.

-Oh woman, he moaned, your eyes, your purple, by the Gods!

I claw at her back as I feel my point of no return, one of Cregan's hands passes between us and I see the stars as she plays with my pearl. Cregan's unmeasured breathing is a melody to my ears, and I feel myself cumming again.

-Cregan! I scream, Husband…

My stomach knots, contractions wrack my body and my head sinks into the pillow as I let myself be ravaged by the sensation of climax, Cregan moans at this, unrestrained, it becomes fast and uncontrolled.

-Woman, he whines, can I? Can I put a… child inside you.

-Oh yes…

-Fucking hell…

Cregan almost cried out, his cock reaching a depth that made my legs buckle, a warm sensation filling me and I moaned softly at the feeling of his seed. He is against me, full-length, his heart beating as fast as mine, his muscles trembling, a film of heat covering us.

-Thank you husband, I love you. I whisper with tears in my eyes

He stands up weakly, caressing my cheek, his gaze completely dilated. My heart pumps with love.

-It’s me who thanks you, I love you Nymeria.

[1800-fight-me]

Broken vows

Part One 

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: E - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 

Warnings: Explicit sex, infidelity, angst- oh so much angst, canon level sexism, the reader is a lady of a great house but the house is unspecified and the reader has no description. (As a forewarning, though this story has dark themes and tons of angst it absolutely will have a happy ending!) 

Word count: 7.3k 

Synopsis: You and Aemond have been best friends since childhood and in love with one another since you were teens. What happens when your father weds you to another man? 

Author’s note: It’s finally here! I’ve worked so hard on this fic and can’t wait for y’all to read it! Thank you so so much to my lovely beta readers @just-here-for-the-moment and @adderess​ y’all are the best!! P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

Aemond Masterlist            Part Two Part Three Epilogue

“Please, father, please don’t do this,” you begged as tears streamed down your face. 

“It is already done and you are expected to do your duty,” he said sternly, without feeling. 

“Please, if you care for me at all as your daughter do not wed me to that awful stuffy old lord,” you cried. 

“It is final. You will marry him and put thoughts of the prince out of our mind. It was foolish of you to be so stupid to allow yourself to fall in love. I will hear no more of this. We leave in the morning to wed you to Cregan Stark,” he said harshly and turned to leave. 

“You would rip your only daughter from everyone I know and was raised with and isolate me in the north with a man I’ve never met,” you yelled at his back. 

He turned back to you, his hand on the door handle, “Do not pretend to mourn anyone but the prince you are so besotted with. We shall leave at first light,” he said firmly and finally before he left and the resounding boom of the door shutting behind him caused you to fall to your knees and sob. 

It took a long time for the tears to dry as you thought of the ruination of your life that was sure to come from your father’s decision. 

You snuck out through the tunnels you found in your room at the Red Keep years ago when you were a child. 

You snuck your way to the dragon pit and could finally feel yourself breathe again as you saw him. 

His back was turned to you and his long white hair gleamed in the moonlight as he ran his hand across Vaghar’s scales. 

“Aemond,” you whimpered, eyes full of tears again as you realized this would be the last time you saw him before you were shipped off and married to a stranger. 

He turned and took you in with an intense expression. 

“Come here, dear heart,” he said as he pulled you into his arms. 

You cried into his chest as he rubbed his large hand up and down your back and held you tightly. 

“Your father is an imbecile,” he finally said, his voice low and full of anger. 

“I hate him,” you sobbed. 

“You are mine. You should be mine and mine alone. If you were wed to me you would be a princess of the realm rather than just the lady of a frozen patch of unwanted land,” he said through clenched teeth. 

“I want to be yours,” you whimpered. 

“He turned down my mother’s proposal for us to be wed. His decision is beyond my comprehension,” he said with a kiss to your forehead. 

“Can we…” you trailed off, unsure of your own words. 

“My mother forbade me from spiriting you away on Vaghar and wedding you this night. It would mean war between our houses, war we cannot afford to wage at this time,” he said and you could hear the grief in his voice. 

There were no more tears to be shed. You looked up at him and placed your hand on his cheek. 

“Let me be yours, at least just for this night, take me one more time, Aemond. Make me yours, please,” you said and the words were barely out of your mouth before he kissed you, no - devoured you, in a kiss full of fire and passion. 

You spent the night with Aemond, your body entangled with his in pleasure and love and the next morning you faced your fate with a face of stone and a mind full of comforting memories of your lover. 

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Three years later 

You strode into the Red Keep next to your husband and attempted to keep yourself from trembling. 

King Aegon had requested the presence of the Starks and nearly all other important houses in the seven kingdoms for the celebration of his twins’ name day. 

You weren’t sure how you felt about visiting your childhood home again after years of being gone. 

Part of you wished you could’ve stayed in Winterfell, as much as you hated it there, at least you could avoid the emotional heaviness of being back home. 

You hadn’t seen or heard from Aemond since you left. It was too dangerous for you if he were to write to you and though he was the prince, there was no plausible excuse for him to visit you in your husband’s house. 

You missed him desperately and more so with each day that passed. 

Time had not lessened your love for him. No, your dragon had lit a fire within you that would never go out. 

There was certainly no love between you and your husband. He was not harsh with you, but treated you as a duty and a burden he must endure. 

You loathed when he called you his wife. You had dreamed of Aemond calling you that since you were a young woman. 

You entered the throne room and your eyes darted around as you looked for him.

He towered where he stood, his presence strong and intense, next to the throne. His hands were clasped behind his back and his hair had grown longer, nearly to his waist now. He appeared to have put on muscle in the years you had been gone. He looked good and your heart clenched in your chest. 

As he spoke quietly to Aegon, his jaw sharp as his face was turned away from you, you took your time to take him in and control your own emotions. 

You could not allow them to show on your face. 

The king’s guard announced you and your husband’s arrival and Aemond turned to face you. 

He was breathtakingly beautiful. You worried your heart would gallop out of your chest. 

His lips pursed as he took in your husband and then his eye landed on you. 

You knew him well enough to see the emotion he tried to hide so well as he took in your form and then stared into your eyes. 

You hoped he had similar thoughts about you as you had about him. Winterfell had not been easy on you, but you did your best to present yourself well today. Your lady’s maid had been exasperated with you when you changed your dress three times before settling on the one you were currently wearing. 

Aemond nodded slightly at you and you curtsied back. Your husband mistook Aemond’s nod for himself and your curtsy for Aegon as he too nodded back before he bowed. 

You sat at the feast and resisted the urge to bang your head on the table before you. 

Your husband largely ignored your presence as he spoke with the other lords around him and on your other side sat your father, whom you were hardly on friendly terms with. 

You did your best to not acknowledge the feeling of Aemond’s eye on you as he smoldered at you from across the room, but your body temperature raised each time you could feel his attention. 

Your eyes met his and he smirked softly at you as if he could tell the way he flustered you and took pride in it. 

Your father looked over at you and you quickly looked down at the table. 

“You are not to speak to him,” he hissed in your ear. 

You turned and glared at your father. 

“There are already rumors of you being unable to bear a child as you have failed in your duty thus far. I will not have additional rumors of you being a whore because that entitled prince cannot keep his hands off of you,” he whispered in your ear, his tone harsh. 

“Nothing has happened,” you retorted with your eyes narrowed at him. 

“And nothing will,” he replied firmly and you huffed but refused to reply. 

It was an exquisite pain to sit across a crowded room from the love of your life and have duty and your roles in life form a harsh unbreakable line between the two of you. 

You didn’t know what changes time had wrought on his life and subsequently his feelings for you, but you burned for him. 

A heat and desire you hadn’t felt in years ignited inside you once again as you felt his gaze linger on you once again. You refused to look back. 

Your husband turned to you, “Do you wish to greet the king and his family with me? They are your childhood friends, are they not?” 

You didn’t think you had the willpower to refuse him as being closer to Aemond was what every fiber of your being wanted. 

“Yes, that sounds nice,” you said demurely. 

He led you arm in arm, which you loathed, to stand before the Targaryen’s table. 

No proper introductions were needed this time for they were completed when you first entered the throne room. 

Instead Helaena called your name excitedly and hurriedly rounded the table to wrap you in a hug. 

“Helaena, how I’ve missed you,” you said as you hugged her back. 

“We must catch up. It has been far too long,” she said as she pulled back and gripped your hands. 

“Yes, perhaps a walk through the gardens tomorrow,” you said excitedly and she nodded. 

Alicent then appeared by your side and pulled you into a hug. 

“My dear, you look well, how is winterfell treating you?” she asked as she pulled back and looked at your face. 

You glanced over at your husband who was deep in conversation with Aegon and Aemond, though it was obvious to you that Aemond’s attention was covertly on you rather than the surely dull conversation. 

“It is good. Though I will admit that I have missed King’s Landing,” you said, and once again glanced at Aemond. 

Alicent nodded knowingly, “It will always be your home.” 

You nodded and refused to allow tears to fill your eyes. 

Aegon called your name and you reluctantly turned to join their conversation. 

He slung an arm around your shoulders and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

Your relationship with Aegon was precarious at best, as children you always took Aemond’s side and would always snip back at Aegon when he was being a prick, even going so far as to prank him back a few times. 

You knew Aegon was only embracing you to piss off Aemond, his idea of humor was nearly always at his brother’s expense. 

“How I’ve missed you,” the King said and you shot him a warning glare. 

“Do you remember when we were children and you and Aemond would always hide away in the library so to tease you I released a flock of birds into your little sanctuary?” Aegon said with a laugh. 

You merely sighed. 

Helena’s attention had wandered across the room and Alicent appeared frustrated with Aegon’s tendency to cause trouble, though she made no comment. 

“Hm, a wonderful prank,” Aemond said in a monotone, clearly unamused tone. 

“They were everywhere, the librarians were furious and you were so upset,” Aegon laughed as he squeezed you. 

Your husband glanced between you and Aegon, clearly confused and not as amused as the king seemed to be. 

It must be disorienting for him to see how closely bound you were to the family of dragons, and yet he did not know the true extent of your attachment. 

“Perhaps you also remember the time I crushed berries in your shampoo and your hair was blue for days,” you said with attitude and with another laugh Aegon finally released you. 

“Aemond, you have not truly greeted our childhood friend, embrace her,” Aegon said with the smile of a snake. 

You took a shuddering breath as you looked at him. 

His gaze was intense and threatened to drown you in a wave of fire. His lips were pursed in irritation at his brother and the moment lasted a heartbeat too long. The awkwardness and tension between the two of you became obvious to those in the small group around you. 

Aemond was a man that only ever showed affection in private moments when it was just the two of you. Certainly not in front of your husband and his entire family. 

It was best that he didn’t embrace you, you didn’t know if you would be able to hold yourself back from melting into his arms, his warmth, his scent. Gods, you wanted him. 

“Perhaps the lady should instead be embraced by her husband rather than continue to be passed around by Targaryens,” Alicent said lightly and efficiently resolved the tension. 

Cregon chuckled awkwardly before he reached his hand out to yours. 

You reluctantly placed your hand in his and allowed him to wrap his arm around you. 

Though, of course his embrace did not last. You did not miss how Aemond’s jaw clenched as he saw your husband touch you. 

Thankfully the conversation quickly moved on as Aegon promised to introduce your husband to all the pleasures of King’s Landing. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that. 

Everyone was placated with more wine and as Aegon and Cregon sank into their cups you decided to take your leave. 

Your husband waved you off without care and with a sigh you left the throne room and the lively party within it. 

You quickly dismissed the knight guarding you as you made your way to your room, grateful that you were given the same room you used to have as a girl and that your husband was given a different room so that you would not have to deal with his drunken state. 

You took deep breaths as you strode through the Red Keep and decided that you could not allow your thoughts to linger on Aemond any longer, it was too dangerous for a woman in your position to be pining over a young love. 

A hand grabbed at your wrist and yanked you into a darkened hallway. Before you could scream there was another hand covering your mouth and you were yanked back into a man’s chest. 

You squirmed and fought and attempted to reach for the dagger hidden underneath your skirts where it was sheathed against your thigh. 

The man snatched your hand as if he knew what you were trying to do. 

“Will you stop fighting me?” Aemond’s voice hissed at you in the dark and all of the fight immediately left you as you realized it was Aemond’s body you were pressed against. 

He sighed and released you.

Of course he knew you were reaching for your dagger, he had been the one to gift it to you and taught you how to use it.  

You quickly whirled around to look at him. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” you snapped at him, but remained careful and kept your voice down. 

“Oh how I’ve missed you, dear heart,” he said with a smirk and had to resist the urge to slap him. 

You settled for a glare which caused him to chuckle. 

“I didn’t know how else to get you alone without causing suspicion,” he said as he glanced around to ensure the two of you were still alone.

“Causing suspicion? You scared the shit out of me! I could have stabbed you!” you whisper-yelled. 

He merely stared at you in disbelief. Of course he would take offense to the suggestion that you could best him in any sort of combat scenario. 

You sighed in exasperation. 

He smirked once again. 

“Have you not missed me, my lady?” he purred and stepped forward and crowded you against the wall. 

He placed a hand on either side of the wall near your head and effectively caged you in. Though, you’d never felt more free. With him, in his arms, was where you always wanted to be. 

“Of course I have,” you said but you refused to look at him for fear of what his stare could make you do. 

“Look at me,” he murmured. 

You shook your head as tears filled your eyes. 

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek and turned your head so that you could meet his gaze. 

He wiped the tear away with his thumb as it fell. 

“Meet me tonight. In our spot,” he urged you. 

You sniffled. 

“I cannot,” you said, though your tone was clearly uncertain. 

“Meet me tonight,” he repeated himself, his voice passionate and persuasive. 

“I am married, Aemond. I cannot meet you anywhere, if anyone even found me speaking to you now it could ruin me,” you hissed through clenched teeth. 

“No one will know,” he whispered. 

You shook your head again and looked at the floor. 

“Just to talk, nothing more,” he reassured you. 

You looked up at him once again and your resolve broke. 

Of course you missed your lover Aemond, but somehow, even more so, you missed having him as your friend. 

“Okay,” you said with a nod and his face split into a grin. 

“See you at midnight, my lady,” he said before he pressed a kiss to your forehead then swiftly walked away before you could protest. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile from forming as you strode the rest of the way to your room. 

You announced to your guards that you were feeling ill and to notify your husband that you were not in need of company should he inquire about you, not that he would. 

Once you were in the safety of your room, you walked around in awe as you ran your hand across the furniture. 

It was nearly unchanged from your time spent in it during your girlhood. 

You wondered if that was due to Alicent, though she has her flaws you always felt her motherly love and you loved her as well. You suspected that she was devastated as well that you did not join her family. 

Perhaps she had taken pity on Aemond and that was why he had not been forced into an unwanted marriage as you had. 

You waited anxiously for midnight to come and once it was near you pressed on the large painting next to the bed and it popped open to reveal a hidden passageway. 

It was something you and Aemond had discovered when you were children exploring the Red Keep and running away from Aegon and his reign of terror over the two of you. 

You grabbed the cloak from where it laid on the ground next to the hidden doorway and dusted it off, before you wrapped it around yourself and pulled the hood over your head. 

You snapped the portrait-door shut behind you and crept through the dark passageway, guided only by your memory and your hand on the wall. 

Soon you were deposited outside of the Red Keep and snuck your way through the shadows to the dragon pit. 

“Hello beautiful,” you murmured as you came upon Vaghar. 

The massive dragon cracked an eye open and huffed out a breath at you. 

You giggled at her grumpy temperament and raised and put out your hand in a request for permission to touch her. 

She grumbled in a way that you knew meant it was okay, so you gently ran a hand across the scales of her face and she made a soft pleased noise that made you smile. 

You felt Aemond’s presence behind you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his chest to your back. His large hand covered yours as you pet Vaghar. 

“She missed you nearly as much as I did,” he whispered in your ear and his long white hair fell over your shoulder as he did. 

“I missed her as well,” you said. 

“Hm, but not me,” he teased, his voice light. 

You elbowed him lightly in the stomach and turned around to look at him, “Do not jest, Aemond.” 

He watched you warily. 

“I have yearned for you every day these long years but you touch me and speak as if the circumstances are not vastly different from the last time we saw one another.” 

He pressed his lips together. 

“You are mine,” he said lowly. 

“I am not! I am not,” you exclaimed with tears in your eyes. 

Your voice broke as you spoke, “I am wed, Aemond. I have a husband, who I dislike greatly, but he is my husband all the same. My heart will always belong to you, but I cannot be yours any longer.” 

He opened his mouth to speak but you barreled right through him. 

“Have you thought of what would happen to me if I were discovered to be here with you? Allowing you to speak to me to-to touch me so familiarly? I would be branded a whore, my prince. Your prior claim on my heart would make no difference in others’ eyes. I do not think you are taking that seriously enough. It would ruin me.”

He sighed, “Of course I understand, dear heart, I wish for nothing but your safety. I swear to you I will keep my hands to myself until you give me explicit permission to touch you. And even if that never comes, I would still like to enjoy the presence of your company.” 

You sighed and nodded slightly at him. 

He commanded Vaghar to move her head and revealed the spot he had set up behind her, fully protected from any prying eyes by her huge body as she placed her head back in its regular spot. 

The language of Old Valyrian rolled off his tongue and filled you with another rush of desire for him. 

You sat next to him on the blanket, but regretfully far enough that your body did not touch his. You rested your back on Vaghar’s warm scaled body and took a deep breath in, relishing the familiarity. 

He poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you. You smiled at him. 

“Thank you,” you said and you could see him physically restrain himself from reaching out and touching your hand. It cracked at your heart and your resolve. 

“Tell me of your life in Winterfell, how is it?” he asked earnestly. 

“It is cold,” you said and he chuckled. 

You smiled but then looked down at the cup in your hand. 

“Truthfully, it is very lonely.” 

His face was solemn as he waited for you to continue. 

“Other than my lady’s maid Brienne, I feel very alone in the North. My husband treats me as if I am a duty and burden he has to bear. The people of Winterfell are…. cold and unwelcoming. I feel as if I have no voice there and am constantly dismissed. Perhaps I need to stop comparing my current life to my past one, but I have missed your sister and your mother’s company. It is difficult living with so much formality all the time.” 

He nodded at you, understanding that there were no words to comfort you, nothing that could change the duty you had to endure. 

You reached for his hand and allowed him to hold it in his much larger one. 

“I wished to write to you, as I did Helaena but I felt it too dangerous.” 

“I understand. I refrained from writing you as well, I did not want to cause any trouble for you,” he said and squeezed your hand slightly.  

“What of your life? How have you been?” you asked. 

“I have kept myself rather busy with my responsibilities,” he said as he pursed his lips and swallowed. 

“To distract myself from thinking of you,” he admitted quietly. 

Your heart cracked in half as the man you loved so much looked at you, sadness and pain hidden behind longing.

You slipped your hand from his.  

“It seems this time apart has not been easy on either of us,” you said softly and your arms ached to hold him. 

“So many times I rode Vaghar and found myself unconsciously directing her north. I dreamt of unleashing her fire upon Winterfell and bringing you home, leaving only ashes behind us,” he said, his voice dark and deep. 

“Oh Aemond,” you breathed out and your eyes prickled with tears. 

He sighed. “A childish dream I have done my best to shove out of my mind. We are no longer in our youth and must conform to the expectations of us,” he said, tone firm as if he were reprimanding himself. 

“I am tired of conforming, of doing my duty,” you whispered as your fingers grazed his once again. 

“I try my best to not think of you performing your duty,” he said darkly as he looked away from you. 

You dropped your hand from his and looked down. 

“There is no pleasure or joy in it,” you whispered as you stared at your lap. 

“Hm.” 

“Have you…?” you asked as you peeked up at him through your eyelashes. 

He nodded, “I have, though there was no love in it as we once had.” 

You swallowed and nodded, of course you could not expect him to remain faithful to you while you were married to someone else and away in the north. 

Still, it stung. It made you understand how he must feel about you being married to another. 

“There are rumors about me. I have endured my duty for years and yet no child has come of it. You and I always took precautions when we were together to prevent a child but now... people whisper that I am barren and I worry they are correct.” 

“Your value is more than your ability to bear a child,” he reassured. 

You licked your lips and ignored the urge to throw yourself in his arms. 

“Not to men like my husband and my father,” you muttered. 

He sighed. 

“Perhaps you could distract me with tales of your adventures,” you said. 

He smirked, distracting you from your worries was a skill he had developed over years of friendship. 

“Vaghar and I visited Dorne last year,” he told you. 

He enchanted you as he told you tale after tale of his travels, places you’d once longed to see with him. 

You giggled and smiled as he shared with you, a small part of you resented that he was still able to find such joy without you, though he did tell you he always longed for you to be with him. 

You shared with him the few happy stories you had of your time apart. 

You felt close with him once again, as if it were old times and you were still young lovers with your whole lives ahead of you. As if time and circumstances had not ruined what was between you. As if you were friends once again. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whispered as he stared at you while you laughed. 

“Like what?” 

“Like I’m the center of your world. Like you love me,” the words tasted like acid as they fell off your lips. 

“I do love you. I’ve never once stopped loving you even with time and distance between us,” he said. 

“Aemond” you reprimanded, but your voice was as weak as your resolve. 

“Tell me you do not feel the same way and I shall never speak of it again,” he promised. 

“I can’t,” you said as you bit your lip to try and stop yourself from saying such forbidden words. 

You wished you could force yourself to break his heart now and end this. To walk away from him, but his hold on you was too great and you cared for him too much to hurt him anymore than life had already hurt the both of you. 

As you stared into his deep blue eye you felt your self control finally break. 

“Kiss me, Aemond,” you breathed out. 

It was clear his self control was frayed and broken long before, for as soon as the words fell from your mouth, his lips were on yours. 

His hand at the back of your neck pulled you in as he kissed you near ferociously.  

He devoured you, consumed you, and you submitted to him. You felt at home once again in his arms as he pulled you tight to his body and laid you down. 

You moaned in tandem with him as your tongues tasted each other once again.  

Your entire body lit on fire as you gripped at him and felt his weight on top of you. 

You yanked at his clothes as you kissed him back with urgency. 

“Need you,” you moaned as he helped you remove his coat and shirt. 

You groaned at the feeling of his warm skin and tight muscles under your hands. 

“Fucking perfect,” he moaned as he slipped his hands under your dress to caresss the bare skin of your legs. 

You let out a high pitched, “Oh!” at the feel of his large calloused hands as they roamed up to grip at the flesh of your thighs. 

“Need you inside me,” you gasped as you pressed your lips to his jaw and trailed them down his neck. 

He hissed as you bit down and sucked on the sensitive skin of his throat. 

“Say it,” he ordered as his hands began to unlace the back of your dress. 

You immediately knew exactly what he meant. 

“I’m yours, Aemond.” 

He groaned.  

“Mine,” he whispered against your lips as he slipped you out of your dress and bared you before him. 

The unspoken understanding that you were only his for this night hung heavy between the two of you but you both ignored it as you tangled your hands in his hair and kissed him once again. 

“You still wear it,” he said in awe as he saw your necklace clasped around your throat. The necklace he gave you years ago, when he promised you would be his and his alone. The necklace you always wear and keep hidden under your clothes. The necklace you grasp when you are anxious or lonely or thinking of Aemond. The necklace you lied about to your husband and claimed it was from your deceased mother so he would not question your attachment to it. The small sapphire in the crook of your throat gleamed in the dim light. 

“Of course I do,” you whispered. 

He blinked rapidly, swallowed, and licked his lips to repress the rush of emotions he felt. 

He kissed you in an attempt to make you feel everything he felt rather than have to say it. 

Your hands roamed his body, anything you could reach, his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his torso.  

You gasped as his warm mouth found your breasts.

He felt so good. 

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and you wiggled your hand underneath the tight leather to wrap your hand around his hardened length. 

He groaned your name as you gripped him. 

“Need to taste you,” he said before he moved down and placed himself between your thighs. 

Your breath caught at the magnificent sight. 

He hooked your thighs over his shoulders and licked his lips as he stared at your core. 

You whimpered in impatience and desire. 

“How I have missed you,” he said before he finally used his tongue on you. 

The pleasure that racked through your body immediately prevented your question about whether he was speaking to you or your pussy. 

You gripped at his hair as his tongue swirled your clit and your toes curled. 

“Fuck, Aemond,” you breathed out. 

“Mmm,” he moaned into your soaked warmth as he pushed his tongue inside you. 

He gripped your hips tightly and held you in place as he gave you pleasure that you hadn’t experienced in years. 

“I’m so close,” you breathed out and he groaned. 

His perfect lips closed around your clit and he sucked lightly. 

You gasped his name as your release racked through your body. 

He continued to lick you for his own pleasure until you whined and attempted to push his face away. 

He chuckled darkly, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

He stared at you, your chest heaving as you took gasping breaths, while he removed his pants and bared himself before you. 

You whimpered quietly in need. 

He placed his hands on your waist and yanked you closer to him where he knelt before you. 

Your gasp quickly turned into a moan as he, in one fluid motion, buried himself deeply and fully inside you. 

He took a deep breath and the frantic energy within him seemed to settle now that he was inside you. 

His hand traced your body and you arched up to feel closer to him, to give him access to all of you. 

You pulled his face to you, gently and slowly, and kissed him with all the love in your heart. 

His lips moved against yours languidly as if the two of you had all the time in the world. 

“You feel so good,” you whispered against his lips and he nipped at your bottom lip playfully. 

“You are better than all my dreams of you in our time apart,” he said and pressed a long kiss to your lips. 

Then, finally, he moved. In and out of you in long slow thrusts that had you keening. 

You clenched around him and begged him to go faster, to claim you, as harshly and deeply as he wanted, as you could tell he needed by the gleam in his eye.

He complied with a growl as the last of his self control snapped. 

His pleasure was your pleasure as he filled you, moved inside you, and hit the spot inside you only he could find. 

You whined in ecstasy as he groaned your name. You clung to him and your nails dug into his back, which surely left your mark on him. The thought only fueled the raging fire within you. 

“Say it again,” he gasped and you could tell he was near his release as you neared yours. 

“I’m yours, Aemond, yours,” you whined as his harsh thrusts overwhelmed you. 

“Mine,” he groaned. 

“I love you,” you gasped as you hit your peak. 

He groaned your name as his thrusts became sloppy. 

“Where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you moaned. “Need you to fill me.”

“Fuck,” he moaned and found his pleasure as well. 

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled you into a kiss so gentle and in contrast to the way he had just claimed you. 

He pulled out of you and before you could mourn the loss he pulled you into his arms as he laid on his back. 

You snuggled into his chest and his hand rubbed up and down your back. 

You swallowed back the rush of emotion that you felt as he held you and expressed care for you rather than leaving you alone as soon as the act was over like your husband did. But of course Aemond would hold you just as he always had. 

You laid there with him and did your best to not fall asleep with how safe and loved you felt in his embrace. 

You sighed in contentment as he kissed the top of your head. 

“Aemond,” you said. 

“Hm.” 

“It is nearly morning, I should go so we are not caught,” you whispered, though you did not want to shatter the comfortable silence. 

He groaned in annoyance. 

“Mm, no,” he said as he hugged you tighter. 

“Aemond,” you chided. 

“I do not wish to see you go again,” he said, barely concealed pain in his voice at the thought. 

“And I do not wish to leave you again but we have little choice,” you lamented. 

He sighed. 

“Perhaps I can visit you again tomorrow night. You are staying for a week’s time, yes?” He said as his gentle fingers traced your side. 

“Yes,” you said weakly. 

You were just drawing out the next goodbye. More time together would just make it hurt more, wouldn’t it? But you were powerless against the pull you felt towards him. 

This was inevitable. It was always going to happen. It was as if the gods had designed the two of you from the same material then cruelly set your fates so that you would not be able to walk through life together. 

He was drawn to you just as you were drawn to him and neither of you had the strength to stay away from one another. The moment your father betrothed you to someone other than Aemond he sealed your fate. 

You became a shell of your former self, a ghost that was only brought back to life by Aemond’s touch, by treachery and broken vows. You deserved the horrible things people would say about you, for they were all true. You loved Aemond so much and would never tell him no, would never deny him your heart or your body, no matter your allegiance to another. 

So you agreed, and for nearly every night you remained in King’s Landing you let Aemond hold you, love you, kiss you, and make love to you. 

“Do not go,” he whispered to you, his lips on yours, the last night of your stay. The sun once again threatened to rise and your time together was sprinting away. 

“I have no choice,” you said as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

You did not know when you would be able to see him again, to talk to him again, to touch him again. 

He stepped back from you and anger overtook his face to mask the broken heart and sorrow. 

“Stay with me,” he pleaded. 

“And what? Be a disgrace to my house? Be your whore? I cannot,” you said, your voice somehow steady despite your tears. 

He sunk down into the nearest chair and placed his head in his hands. 

He sighed deeply and reached out his hand to you. 

You stepped closer to him and placed your hand in his. He gripped you tightly. 

“I see now that I have made this difficult situation much worse by my lack of self control and endless pursuit of you,” he said as he looked up at you. 

You bit your lip to keep your tears from turning into sobs. 

“It is not your fault alone,” you said gently. 

He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you. 

You held him as tight as the knot in your chest as he buried his face in your throat. 

“I love you,” you said softly, brokenly. 

“Mm.” 

You sighed. 

“It is a fact of life,” he said. 

“What?” 

“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Dragons are not completely tameable. Children will always grow old.” 

“Aemond, what are you talking about?” you interrupted him. 

“And I will always love you. It is a fact of life. It is in my nature, my bones, to love you,” he said softly. 

You crushed your lips to his and you couldn’t tell if the salty taste was due to your tears or his. 

“This is not our last goodbye, I promise you we will see one another again, dear heart,” he said as he pulled back with a hand on your cheek and looked deeply into your eyes. 

You nodded and sniffled as you tried your best to stop crying. 

As you watched him leave, you were certain you’d never hurt this much in your entire life. Your heart shattered all over again. It was a physical pain in your chest and you suddenly fully understood the phrase broken heart. 

Sure, your heart was broken when you had to leave him years ago but this… this was somehow worse. 

This was no longer a girlish young love. He was cemented in your heart and yet you still could not fully have him. 

Your heart turned to stone with every mile your carriage took you away from King’s Landing. 

_______________________

9 Months Later: 

Tears streamed down your face as your newborn babe was placed on your chest. The halls of winterfell were no longer full of your screams, but rather your joy. 

“It is a boy, my lady,” the maester said. 

You cradled him close to you and pressed a kiss to his head. 

You blinked away the tears and looked at him, truly looked at him for the first time. 

Your heart stopped. 

“Oh my little dragon heart,” you whispered brokenly, quietly enough that no one else could hear you, as you saw the tuft of white hair on the crown of his head. 

“I shall call for Lord Stark so he may meet his son,” the Maester said as he left. 

You were alone with your Lady’s Maid. 

“Brienne,” you said as you grabbed her arm. 

Her eyes flickered between you and your son. 

“He is beautiful, my lady,” she said. 

“Brienne, you have served me loyally since I was ten and two. Let us be honest with one another,” you said frankly and she nodded vigorously. 

“You know me better than most people and I consider you one of my closest friends.” 

You looked down at your son once again and your eyes filled with tears.

“It must be said now, and never again, I need you to swear to protect my secrets and help me, do you swear?” You asked as you stared into her eyes. 

“Yes, my lady, I swear. My loyalty has always been to no other but you.” 

You nodded and took her hand and squeezed it in gratitude. 

“You know I have loved Prince Aemond since I was a girl. This child is a Targaryen,” you whispered. 

Brienne nodded at you, but tears streamed her cheeks as well. 

“Oh my lady, what have you done?” she asked in gentle concern. 

“Love has led my actions and we must protect this child, he is my dragon heart. Help me, please,” you begged. 

She nodded. 

“I shall talk to the maester. Perhaps he can suggest to Lord Stark that the color of his hair is a birth defect. Does he know of your feelings for the prince? Does he suspect anything?” she asked, she spoke quickly and quietly as you both worried that footsteps would soon be heard coming down the hall.

“No. He performed his duty as a husband prior to me being with child, so he has no reason to suspect anything. He has no knowledge of my relationship with the prince. When I laid with Aemond when we visited the Red Keep, I suspected that I was barren given my inability for years to produce a child. I now see that was due to my husband’s inability to sire children. I hoped all this time that the child was a Stark, but he looks just like my love,” you kissed his perfect face and felt your heart could not swell anymore with love. 

“I will do everything in my power to quell rumors and suspicions. I will also speak with the Maester,” she said as she nodded at you and departed. 

“Oh my love,” you cried brokenly as you held your son and wished that the trajectory of life could have been different. 

That the footsteps coming down the hall could be Aemond’s rather than the husband you have no love for. 

That Aemond could be there to meet his son, to wrap you in his arms and kiss you for your good efforts to bring such a beautiful Targaryen child into the world. 

You felt broken by the thoughts of what could have been. 

You needed to fill yourself with steel, with dragon fire, and fight and claw in a way you had never had to before in order to protect the babe in your arms. 

For if anyone found out the truth, you and the child would be ruined.

To be continued..... Part Two Part Three Epilogue

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dragons, blood, fire & sex (daemon targaryen x stark!reader)

cw: blood, knifeplay, overstimulation, daemon being daemon, breeding kink, underage

a/n: i wrote this a couple of months ago and posted it on here, but tumblr deleted it and here i am, posting it again

I was sitting in my chambers after very uncomfortable dinner with the King and his family. It was my second night in King's Landing and I already wanted to go home. My husband was still in The North.

We weren't married that long. I was seventeen. My mother wanted me married as soon as possible and that was immediately when I turned sixteen. Not that I blame her.

I wanted to get away from him. His voice, touch, his mere presence made me sick. He was a good match for the family, but a horrible man for a husband.

I bedded him only once, on our wedding night and I was so sure I did something wrong then, but the more I thought about it, I realized he couldn't stand me and the feeling was mutual. So that made our sex life miserable.

I came here partly to visit Rhaenyra, but I also grew bored of the cold. King's Landing was beautiful and completely opposite of the Winterfell. I liked a change. 

I looked at myself in the large mirror. Nothing unusual. Then why did I still feel like my face was on fire?

I remembered the dinner. Prince Daemon was giving me looks the whole night. I couldn't say that I didn't like it. But I also couldn't say that I did. We were both married and he was much older than me. It would be weird to think anything of it.

But then again, why was the thought of him so appealing? He was older, yes, but also more mature. More experienced. I was already aching to be touched. At least I knew how to do that. When your husband's like mine, you learn many things.

I needed to sort my thoughts out before facing anyone. Involving myself with him could only mean problems. And trouble. And I didn't need any of that.

There was a loud knock on the door that pulled me from my thoughts.

"Yes?!" My voice sounded hysterical. Dear gods. No one answered, but the door opened and as soon as I saw silky white hair my stomach dropped. 

He was wearing the signature colors of his house. Red and black. His hair was shorter than it was when I arrived. Instead of his usual back lenght, it was little below his shoulder now. I had to admit. It suited him more. His hard features were covered with amusement when he stepped into my chambers.

"My prince," I bowed my head, "What are you...What do I owe the pleasure—" It was embarrassing how I suddenly forgot every word in the existence. I felt like prey under his gaze. Like he was waiting to eat me alive.

He was trying not to smile, "My lady. You forgot this at the table." He said, giving me a small object the size of my palm. My bracelet. My heart was beating rapidly. It was a wedding present from my husband. I put my hand through it, but he seized my wrist, stopping me from doing so.

This was the first time I looked him in the eyes. I put the bracelet on my bed.

"Thank you. But," I started, but didn't dare utter a word after that. Who was I to question his actions? He was unpredictable, he could put my head on a spike for all I know. 

"But what?" He cocked his head to the side. His voice was just curious. Not threatening. I swallowed.

"It's nothing. I'm really tired. I should start getting ready—" I started picking up my brush and undoing my braided hair. He was carefully observing my every step.

"You wanted to know why I came here myself. And didn't send a servant. Or anyone else, for that matter." That wasn't a question. He looked like he was drunk. So carefree, like he was untouchable. But he wasn't. His brother made sure of that. I nodded, not meeting his gaze.

"The answer is simple, zoklītsos," I recognized that word. We studied a bit of High Valyrian in Winterfell. Little Wolf. My mouth went dry. "I just wanted to see...How long would it take until I fuck you in front of that mirror." I tried not to panic, while my face burned.

"That," I breathed, "is rather inappropriate. You know I'm married."

He stepped closer. "And your husband is a pathetic excuse of a human being. How old is he? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

"Nineteen." I didn't see what his age had to do with anything, but I didn't argue. His presence made me so nervous I wasn't sure I knew how to breathe anymore.

"It's alright. After I'm finished with you, you won't be so flustered. You know why is that?" I shook my head, feeling out of my body.

His hands moved from my shoulders to my wrists. "Because I'll show you how a real woman must be treated. That boy— Your husband," he spat the word like it meant nothing, "doesn't know what to do with you." He was much taller than me, I had to look up. "Thank gods I do." His finger traced the side of my neck, sending shivers all over my body. He took something from his pocket— A knife. I inhaled sharply and didn't dare move. He cut his fingers, then his palm. What is he doing?

Daemon took the back of my head and seized my hair, "Open your mouth." My scalp was burning from his hold. I did as he said. I was too scared to tell him no, but one part of me was curious. So what if I end up dead after this?

He put his bloody fingers in, letting me suck them, tasting his blood.

They said Targaryen's are closer to gods than they are to men and I was certain of that now, as his blood dripped down my chin.

He used his thumb to wipe it, "Now, there is Targaryen blood in you."

He didn't need to say the rest of the sentence. If i accidentally get pregnant. He is doing himself a favor by putting it in me. I wasn't sure it'll help, but licked my lips anyway. I needed to loosen up if I wanted to enjoy this. 

I took all of my dignity, all that I had left and uttered the words, "What should I do?" His hand was still bleeding when he reached to my face and cupped my cheek. I felt warm liquid drip down my face and the smell of iron filled my senses. 

"Turn around." I obeyed without question.

His touch was gentle at the beggining. When he massaged my back, or when he kissed the spot between my shoulder and neck.

My head slowly went backwards, almost touching his shoulder, but he unexpectedly put distance between us. Before I could see what was happening, I felt his hands on my back.

Ripping my corset.

I let out something between a moan and a gasp, as his knife made through the hard fabric. His cock was digging into my back, every time he ripped it a little bit more. My core was aching with unfamiliarity.

I wanted him to fuck me senseless.

Once it was completely off I couldn't help but feel exposed. More than I've ever been in my life. My hair was covering my breasts, so he couldn't see anything in the mirror.

The rest of my skirts went down and I swear I could picture him smiling from behind. I was holding onto the chair in front of the large mirror. I tried not to look at myself, but it was hard. My face was half-bloody and my hair was in the questionable state. I had no clothes on and The Rogue Prince was preparing to fuck my brains out. I heard him unbuckle his belt and I had the urge to stop him right there, but something was telling me no.

Maybe it was him ordering me to bend down, while still holding the chair for support. There was no hiding now, I was completely naked. In every sense of that word. And before I could think of anything, he entered me with full force, making me grunt. I felt every inch of him in me, pulsing with desire as he went out than in again.

I was ashamed of myself. If anyone finds out I could lose everything.

But that thought disappeared from my mind as soon as he grabbed a handful of my thick hair in his fist, pulling it as hard as possible. I moaned, my neck arching backwards. Soon enough, my head was thrown back, it started spinning, but I could see him. Smiling down at me as my mouth opened again, letting out another moan. And he took a chance and spit in it, making me clench around him. It was like he knew what I wanted and did exactly that. But not even I knew that I would like that.

I swallowed his spit and before he let go of my hair, he lowered his mouth to my ear.

"Rene."

Oh.

Oh.

How did he know? How did he know that was the exact word people in King's Landing used to describe me, not realizing I could understand them?

"I'm not a slut," I said into his mouth. He thrusted into me, even more violently and I couldn't help it, I kissed him. His mouth was warm and sweet, while mine still tasted like his blood.

"No, you are not," he said, breaking the kiss, then added, "Except when you're with me. Now look, Little Wolf. Look how good you look with me inside you."

I wanted to turn my head away from the mirror, but he put his hand around my jaw, not letting me move. I was forced to look and the picture looked like something out of a brothel. No. Something worse.

His dick was deep inside me thrusting with unknown violence. His hand was around my throat, not so gently squeezing, I was gasping for air. But the rest of my body? It was bloody. My stomach, my neck, my shoulders. My face.

Covered in Targaryen blood.

"Daemon," I moaned, my eyes rolling back. I was so close to the edge it would only take a few seconds more, but he pulled out. 

I whined preparing to satisfy myself, even in front of him, if I had to. But he had other plans. 

"Sit," he pointed to the chair, "And spread your legs."

I had to be honest. It was a struggle walking like this, but I managed. I spread my legs, not sure what he had in mind. He kneeled in front of me and spread my legs even further, my thighs started to ache. His hard hands were holding them in place, as his head went down, closer to my cunt. I had no time to process what he was doing when I suddenly felt his tongue, licking me up and down. I squirmed a little, biting back another embarrassing moan. He was hitting one specific spot that made me gasp for air. Then he bit it. I screamed in pain, gripping his silver hair.

He was feasting on me and it felt fucking good. I pulled his hair, as he did mine a few moments ago, and felt him groan into me. I almost smiled, then made a mental note, Prince Daemon liked his hair pulled. 

My hips rose to his face, but he put me down quickly, not letting me move, as I came all over his face. My hand covered my mouth and my eyes rolled back, and instead of stopping, he unexpectedly changed our positions. 

He was sitting, while I was straddling him. It felt too intimate, I was immediately uncomfortable. I had to look him in the eye after we just did. I was still slightly shaking from his tongue, but instead of letting me recover from it he decided to use me.

"I didn't finish, sweetheart." I think that was the first normal nickname he used tonight. His lips were wet and rosy and just one thought of his head between my legs made me want to do it again.

"I'm going to have to use you and your pretty little body," Now I was nothing. Just a hole he could put his cock into. But it didn't matter.

I was still sensitive, maybe even too sensitive to do anything again, but he did not have patience for me. He grabbed my hips and positioned me over his cock, then violently pushed me on him as I cried out in pain. My back arched at the too much sensation between my legs. He moved my hips as he liked. I shut my eyes, feeling overwhelmed by his touch. He threw back his head, enjoying all of this a bit too much. I could feel he was close and instead of pulling out, he spilled all of it inside me. 

I was furious with him. "Are you out of your mind?" His face looked smug.

"We better start rehearsing wedding vows, Little Wolf."

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

So, the holiday sads have been a bit of bitch this year, and this scene has been playing in my head for the past few days now. I feel like the holiday season would be a little hard and lonely for our dear Countess and that she would likely do well with a little extra comfort around this time. I apologize in advance for any angst this may cause ♥️

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The castle was quiet. Almost so that you could hear the soft patter of snow as it blanked the outside world with it's gentleness. The dark hallways a stark reminder at just how late it was as you made your way towards the servant's quarters. Most days you were done with your daily duties much earlier in the night, but today was laundry day - the day where all the linen that had accumulated throughout week, plus all of the Dimitrescu's personals, were washed.

You stretched your sore muscles, letting out a sigh or exhaustion before continuing your way down the long corridors. You were just about to turn and take the hallway that would inevitably - and finally - lead you to your room, when you caught a warm light coming from beneath the doors of the library. You were certain it was probably Miss Daniela on one of her late night romance novel readings, but still - you thought it better to make sure no one had left the fireplace going unattended, just incase.

The soft creak of the door echoed through the empty halls of the castle but did nothing to stir the person who sat so stilly in front of the warm hearth. You stood puzzled for a minute, entirely not expecting what your eyes had fallen upon.

Though, there the she sat - the Countess of the castle and your employer - with a gaze full of melancholy as the firelight danced upon her prominent features, beautifully accentuating them. A small tea cup in one hand filled with a liquid that no longer seemed to hold any warmth to it. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes as if to hold back the weight of a thousand tears. You had never in all of your years working for Lady Dimitrescu seen her look so sullen before - so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even heard you enter the large room.

Your fingers fidgeted for a moment, wondering if you should even disturb her. But the sadness that radiated off of her was far too immense to ignore.

"... My lady? Is there anything I can do for you before turning in for the night?"

You tried to keep your tone and words as level and professional as possible, but Alcina was still just as startled by them. Almost dropping the small cup in her hand, she looked over at you - her large frame outlined by a flickering glow and a dusting of tears coating her lashes.

"Mh? My apologies, dear, I was a million miles away." She looked back towards the fire for a moment before continuing. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake at this hour."

"Laundry day." You replied simply.

"Ah." She said with a chuckle, though the soft sound lacked in its usual fervor.

You stood there for a breath or two, waiting to see if she had anything else to add before asking her again.

"Well.." She started, ".. be a dear and run along, then. No use in the both of us losing sleep. Another busy day awaits."

A part of you wanted to obey, to bow at her dismissal and wish the Countess a good night. But the all around flat tone to her words only strengthened your concern.

"Ah.. pardon me for asking, my lady, but.. are you alright?"

Again Alcina looked up at you startled, obviously not expecting such an inquiry. And you could tell she was mulling your question over for a minute, likely wondering if it would be out of line for her to discuss such things with one of her staff. Eventually, though, she sighed in resignation and placed the small cup on the table next to her before turning to face you.

"As far as my general existence is concerned, I am, as they say, as strong as ever." She smiled to herself before leaning back to light a cigarette. "But, you see.. I'm afraid his holiday season has left me feeling... less than adequate."

You nodded, that was something you could more than understand. The holidays were always an inherently lonely time of year for you. With both of your parents having died long ago, and your only sister cutting off contact with you the day you came to work at the castle - you could truly emphasize with the Countess.

Alcina looked at you and smiled at your understanding, a long drag off of her cigarette before she continued.

"And while I do my best to keep my spirits up during this festive season, I can't help but long for the company of companions long lost.. for family members gone too soon.. and for a life that no longer exists."

Another thing you deeply understood - you honestly couldn't remember the last time you shared a holiday with someone you truly cared about.

You hummed softly. "I understand, my lady. I hope the girls help somewhat with keeping your mind occupied, at least?"

She chuckled again, this time sounding a little lighter.

"Mh.. that they do." She smiled softly but her eyes still shined with that far away look. "Were you aware there was four of them once?"

"Daughters??"

"Mhm.. Alexandra. She was my eldest. She passed on many years ago, though."

"I had... no idea. I'm sorry to hear that, my lady."

She waved her hand almost nonchalantly.

"It was a long time ago. But this time of year always brings back very fond memories of her. Christmas was her favorite day of the year." This time her smile was warm, filled with love. "Such an inherently kind soul she was. I have no idea where she got that from."

Another chuckle and you smiled.

"Oh, I have some ideas, my lady."

Alcina took another drag off of her cigarette and gave you a smirk.

"Flattery, dear."

In all honesty, though, it wasn't. Regardless of their reputation and the rumors that proceeded them, you wouldn't have the life you did if it wasn't for Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. There weren't many places for people like you within the village. People who weren't of the norm and didn't follow the status quo. The castle was a safe haven for individuals like you - who fell outside the normality of what was considered 'good and right'.

You bowed low. "Honesty, my lady."

"Mh.. perhaps." She chuckled.

You stood quietly and let the silence of the moment envelope you. The warm glow of the fireplace dancing across Alcina features as you watched them finally begin to soften. And while you knew your small chat hadn't helped ease all of her pain, you could tell it'd at least helped lighten the heaviness of it all.

Still, you felt as though the both of you could do with the company of each other just a little bit longer.

"Would... you mind if I sat with you for awhile, my lady?" You asked softly, bringing a tender smile to the Countess' lips.

"Are you not exhausted from such a long day, dear?"

"Not all that much." You lied, every muscle in your body ached - but right then, keeping this large, sad woman company, was far more important.

She nodded, holding out her hand to the seat next to her.

"Very well, then."

And there you sat, long into the night. Swapping lighthearted stories and deeper ones at that. Laughing at each other's jokes as if you'd known one another for a life time longer than you'd actually had. It was a night filled with ease and comfort. With conversations so warm they almost drove the cold and loneliness of the holidays away.

... almost.

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