#regents and other exceptions

[best-bourbon-monarch]

Anne:

Was a spanish habsburg born in Valadolid and, as such, princess of the Netherlands. Cause why not. She did the regency for her son Louis XIV until he became of age.

Philippe:

Gay but like not in a comical way. However also like openly gay, which is uncommon for the time but also YOU go tell the king that his brother is a disgrace and should be more discreet.

He isn't a regent or anything but he is a Bourbon, brother of the king, def gay, and founder of the house of Orléans, who are big phony usurpers and deserves to be in this bracket as such.

[helpimstuckinafandom]

Davina Claire is allowed to commit mass murder if she ever so desires. As a treat.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

So @ranharuchiyo on twitter who actually knows Japanese has been translating the chalk images properly! I won't post their exact translations since they belong to them (and you guys should go check them out) but in summary

Ran moves close to people when he talks, he is short sighted.

Kakucho is a prodigy in fighting, he can fight against Mikey and Taiju. He's also Yamagishi's favourite.

Takemichi makes eye contact with Mikey a lot and has a far away look like he's lived his life twice. It makes Yamagishi irritated.

Rindou drinks in the park, then with the homeless, then with people in a betting office and then again at a night club. (How much does he drink????)

Shion gets stomach sickness a lot

Izana considers his tenjiku members to be slaves

Sanzu is banned from meetings constantly for bad behaviour. He meets up with Mucho a lot. (I'm so glad they're still close!!!)

Mucho is the most personable person

Mochi likes yukimi daifuku (looks like some kind of mochi ice cream thing???)

Mikey said he only lost one fight once, to a guy with a regent head.

Draken fights with Hanma once a week, so far there has been 52 fights with 48 victories.

Baji talks to Chifuyu about Ryusei a lot, they say he was flirtatious and a jerk.

Chifuyu is close with Takemichi despite them not being in the same division.

Yamagishi remarked to Mitsuya that he "gets along with everyone" and Mitsuya replied "except you" which made Yamagishi make the wolf in sheeps clothing remark.

Hakkai frequently gets into fist fights with Taiju

Pah chin is close friends with Osanai, who's also in toman!

Peh yan has an alliance with Senju and Kazutora to win over Mikey. Senju is the only one who takes it seriously.

Smiley dyed his hair from apricot to a different shade or orange and then got mad when no one noticed.

(They've left it here for now but if they come back and do the others I'll update it)

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ever since that running aemond pic came out I've been thinking non stop about his thighs so... would you like to write something involving riding aemond's thigh? I have no other wishes and I totally get it if you think that's not enough of a prompt. You can ignore this if you want but I'd love to see what you can come up with!

You asked for this back in June, I'm so sorry for how long this has taken me. I am a shambles of a human being, truly. I hope you've stuck around long enough to see this!

Warnings: Thigh riding, smut, me playing fast and loose with canon. Word count: ~1.3k

The candle that rests beside her on the reading table burns low as she sits in her and Aemond’s marital chambers. The book that is spread out in front of her, Coming of the Andals, lays unread; her fingers tap anxiously against its pages, as her eyes remain fixed upon the door.

Aemond had been called to a meeting of the Small Council. They both knew why, it has been a long time coming. The injuries that Aegon sustained during the battle of Rook’s Rest have left him bedridden, he is no longer fit to rule, and their grandsire’s capacity for what he can do in his stead has reached its limit. Westeros needs a Targaryen upon the throne, and Aemond is next in line. It is a position she knows that her husband is all too eager to fill.

He ought to be back by now though, it has been hours. The evening grows late, and she has long since sent away her chambermaids, refusing to be readied for bed. She has no desire to sleep until Aemond returns, so she forgoes the comfort of her nightgown, despite longing to unlace the meticulously fastened ribbons that hold her bodice tightly in place against her ribcage.

Tiredness and impatience pluck at her nerves, making her shift irritably in her chair. She startles at a polite rap at the door, if it was Aemond then he would simply walk in, he would not bother to knock. Her brow furrows in confusion as she rises, walking towards the door to open it.

She looks down into the wide eyed anticipation of one of the Keep’s page boys. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Apologies for the disturbance at such a late hour, Princess, Prince Aemond has requested your presence in the throne room.”

She sighs, nodding and bidding the young lad goodnight, before snuffing out the candle and making her way through the corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast towards the Great Hall. The walk is long, and she is grateful she has not yet changed into her nightclothes, as the gown she wears does little to keep the chill of the castle air from nipping at her skin. She would feel annoyed at Aemond insisting she come all this way, were it not for the mixture of curiosity and excitement that flutters lightly in her chest.

Pushing open the great oak and bronze doors, her eyes scan the long carpet that stretches the length of the room, up to the high, narrow steps that lead to the raised iron dais. Aemond sits upon the throne. She stands silently as she regards him. His arms rest on either side of the asymmetrical tangle of jagged and twisted blades, long fingers curled around the makeshift armrests.

He is dressed as he was when he had left her earlier that evening; black, leather tunic, black breeches and leather boots, except this time the Conqueror’s crown sits atop his snowy head of hair, the Valyrian steel and rubies gleaming iridescent in the moonlight. He cuts quite the imposing figure as his single eye stares at her impassively.

Slowly, she descends the steps into the Hall, making her way along the carpet, maintaining eye contact with her husband the entire time. His lips quirk, the faintest trace of amusement tugging at their corners as he observes the unhurried pace with which she moves. It is not until she stands before the throne that he bothers to speak.

“It is not polite to keep your King waiting,” he utters quietly.

“Prince Regent,” she corrects him. “And it is not becoming of a King to rouse ladies from their slumber in the middle of the night.”

He huffs through his nose, smirking at her as he leans forward slightly. “You do not appear to be dressed for sleep. I must say, I am disappointed.”

“It is improper for a lady to greet the King in such a state of undress, or is that how you will have all the ladies of the court attend to you?”

“Hmmm. I have not yet decided how I would like you to attend to me. Will you curtsy to me?”

“Never,” she whispers with a playful giggle.

“Such insolence must be met with the King’s justice.”

She takes his hand as he offers it out, gasping as he tugs her forcefully up to him, her knees landing either side of one of his, as she sits against his thigh. Even through her skirts she can feel the unyielding sharpness of the throne beneath them. She steadies herself, placing her hands upon the smooth suppleness of the leather that covers his shoulders.

Aemond grasps her waist with one hand, the other moving to weave itself into her hair, as his eye drinks her in. She allows her gaze to wander to the crown, taking in the way it sinks into the thick silkiness of his hair.

“It suits you,” she says quietly.

“It looks better on me than it ever did on him.”

“And is this what has kept you from our bed?”

“I wanted you to see.”

He flexes his thigh, raising his leg to brush against her clothed core and she sucks in a shaky breath, the sensation causing a jolt that makes her throb with want.

“I would have seen…” she retorts with a slight whine, as the hand holding her waist moves to her hip, gripping it tightly and encouraging her to grind against him.

“Not like this,” he hisses, tugging her head back by her hair and mouthing hotly at her neck.

She moans, her nails digging into his shoulders to ground herself, as she fucks herself against his thigh, aided by the occasional bounce and flex of the muscle from Aemond. The ache between her legs is almost unbearable, the gusset of her smallclothes growing sticky with arousal, as the sensation of his lips upon her flesh makes her shudder.

“This moment is just for us,” he mutters, pushing and pulling her more forcefully against him, encouraging her to move faster. “But we shall have many more like it.”

“Gods, Aemond, please,” she whimpers, insides clenching around nothing as the friction against her aching pearl grows more intense.

“I will fuck a babe into you upon this throne,” he snarls, shifting his hand from her hair to pluck harshly at the lacings of her gown, before tugging down her bodice and wrapping his lips around the peak of her breast.

Arching against him, she buries her hands in his hair, keeping him anchored to her chest. The warmth of his scalp and the softness of the tresses between her fingers are oddly juxtaposed with the hardened coolness of the Valyrian steel that crowns Aemond’s head, but she has little time to dwell upon it.

She cants wantonly against Aemond’s leg, the pressure in her lower belly increasing, aided by the swirl of his wet tongue against her sensitive nipple. When it finally yields, she collapses forward against him with a strangled cry of pleasure, a rush of wetness soaking her smallclothes and leaving a damp patch on the area of her husband’s trousers that she rests against. Warmth cascades over her body, making her feel boneless as she pants for breath and Aemond’s lips release her with a wet pop.

He holds her steady, leaning back to look at her, as a cat might regard a mouse it toys with. His hooded eye roves over her glassy eyes, her parted lips, her bare chest, before he lifts a hand to adjust his crown slightly. “Hmmm. Yes. It makes everything look better.”

[nanaosaki3940]

TokRev in Final Timeline (Kazushi Yamagishi's Wikipedia)

Credit: Marin (@RanHaruchiyo) on Twitter. The original Twitter post - Link

Toman's Commander - Manjiro Sano aka Mikey

I asked Mikey-kun if he had ever lost a fight and he said, "Only once. To a guy with a regent head who would never give up."

Toman's 2nd Commander - Takemichi Hanagaki

He sometimes makes eye contact with Mikey-kun and gives him a distant look like he's lived twice his life. Feel irritated, even though he’s Takemichi!!

Toman's Vice-Commander - Ken Ryuguji aka Draken

He fights with Hanma once a week. Seems like he had 48 victories out of 52 fights.

Toman's 1st Division Captain - Keisuke Baji

He and Chifuyu sometimes talk about the old vice-captain (Ryusei Satou). "He was very flirtatious and a jerk." Both of them laugh.

Toman's 1st Division Vice-Captain - Chifuyu Matsuno

He’s close with Takemichi even though he's not in the same squad and don't have much contact with him.

Toman's 2nd Division Captain - Takashi Mitsuya

I said, "Mitsuya-kun, you get along with everyone, don't you?" and he said, "Except you." Maybe he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Toman's 2nd Division Vice-Captain - Hakkai Shiba

He often gets into fistfights with his big bro, Taiju. How can you defy a monster like that?

Toman's 3rd Division Captain - Haruki Hayashida aka Pah-chin

The first squad has a lot of strong fighters. One of them, Osanai, who’s cared about by Pah-chin, is said to be strong at the captain level.

Toman's 3rd Division Vice-Captain - Ryohei Hayashi aka Peh-yan

He has an alliance with Senju and Kazutora who want to win Mikey-kun. Senju’s the only one who seems to be taking this alliance seriously, even though he’s the one who made it.

Toman's 4th Division Captain - Kazutora Hanemiya

He and Akkun have been together every day since the Mizochu Incident when they had a one-on-one fight, and I'm a little bit jealous.

Toman's 4th Division Vice-Captain - Atsushi Sendo aka Akkun

The vice-captain of the fourth squad, Sendo Atsushi!! He’s the savior who put us in the fourth squad.

Toman's 5th Division Captain - Haruchiyo Akashi

Mikey believer. He is often banned from meetings because of his bad character. NOTE: the person to watch out for When I followed him, I found that he often meets with Mucho, one of the big four of Tenjiku. He is a traitor definitely!!

Toman's 5th Division Vice-Captain - Senju Akashi

The captain of the 5th squad substantially Finally I witnessed his cheating!! They were both eating chocolate mint ice cream from Seventeen Ice, and Takemichi looked good as he said, "We finally made good on our promise.” I have to report this to Hina-chan!!!

Toman's 6th Division Captain - Nahoya Kawata aka Smiley

He recently changed her hair color from apricot to nasturtium orange. He was angry that no one noticed.

Toman's 6th Division Vice-Captain - Souya Kawata aka Angry

Apparently, there is a band and he is the leader. The vocalist is Mitsuya, the guitarist is Kazutora, the bassist is Akkun, and the drummer is Angry.

Toman's Strategist - Tetta Kisaki

BAKAmichi’s partner. I wonder what it is about each other that attracts them even though he’s so smart like that?

Toman's Assistant - Shuji Hanma

He's still growing in height, apparently.

Black Dragon's 10th Generation Leader - Taiju Shiba

He's so strong in fights that he's like a wild gorilla, but he gets top grades in school apparently.

Black Dragon's Elite Guard Captain - Hajime Kokonoi

I was following him to try to get some information about Koko-kun, but on the contrary, he took advantage of my weakness.

Black Dragon's Attack Squad Captain - Seishu Inui

Inupi-kun apparently always keeps Koko-kun's wallet, who is careless with money. My fave from BD! He looks like me somehow huh?

Tenjiku's Boss - Izana Kurokawa

Unlike BD and Toman, Tenjiku is under his dictatorship. Apparently, he considers his members slaves.

Tenjiku's 1st Heavenly King - Kakucho

A prodigy in fights. He can compete with Mikey or Shiba Taiju in a one-on-one fight He is my fave from Tenjiku! Perfect! I strive to be like him in the future.

Tenjiku's 2nd Heavenly King - Yasuhiro Muto aka Mucho

The most “personable person” in Tenjiku.

Tenjiku's 3rd Heavenly King - Ran Haitani

When he talks to someone, he immediately starts talking at a distance of one centimeter. As a matter of fact, he seems to be very short-sighted.

Tenjiku's 4th Heavenly King - Kanji Mochizuki aka Mocchi

He seem to like Yukimi Daifuku.

Tenjiku's Executive - Rindo Haitani

I watched him all day long. In the morning, he drank in the park. In the afternoon, he drank with the homeless. In the evening, he drank with people in the off-site betting office. Finally, he drank in the nightclub at night!!

Tenjiku's Executive - Shion Madarame

He often gets sick to his stomach.

[christinesficrecs]

Happy Saturday! Enjoy these brilliant fics. 🩷

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Or the Sweet Home Alabama AU that nobody asked for.

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[chinesehanfu]

[Hanfu · 漢服]Chinese Western Han (202 BC – 9 AD) Traditional Clothing Hanfu Photoshoot

“这个位子 我有何坐不得？” “我欲问鼎天下，试问谁与争锋”

"Why can't I sit in this seat?"

"I want to conquer the world, who can compete with me?"

【About The First Empress of the Han Dynasty Empress Lü:Lǚ zhì(吕雉)】

Lü Zhi (241–18 August 180 BC), courtesy name E'xu (娥姁) and commonly known as Empress Lü (traditional Chinese: 呂后; simplified Chinese: 吕后; pinyin: Lǚ Hòu) and formally Empress Gao of Han (漢高后; 汉高后; Hàn Gāo Hòu), was the empress consort of Gaozu, the founding emperor of the Han dynasty. They had two known children, Liu Ying (later Emperor Hui of Han) and Princess Yuan of Lu. Lü was the first woman to assume the title Empress of China and paramount power. After Gaozu's death, she was honoured as empress dowager and regent during the short reigns of Emperor Hui and his successors Emperor Qianshao of Han and Liu Hong (Emperor Houshao).

She played a role in the rise and foundation of her husband, Emperor Gaozu, and his dynasty, and in some of the laws and customs laid down by him. Empress Lü, even in the absence of her husband from the capital, killed two prominent generals who played an important role in Gaozu's rise to power, namely Han Xin and Peng Yue, as a lesson for the aristocracy and other generals. In June 195 BC, with the death of Gaozu, Empress Lü became, as the widow of the late emperor and mother of the new emperor, Empress Dowager (皇太后, Huángtàihòu), and assumed a leadership role in her son's administration. Less than a year after Emperor Hui's accession to the throne, in 194 BC, Lü had one of the late Emperor Gaozu's consorts whom she deeply hated, Concubine Qi, put to death in a cruel manner. She also had Concubine Qi's son Liu Ruyi poisoned to death. Emperor Hui was shocked by his mother's cruelty and fell sick for a year, and thereafter no longer became involved in state affairs, and gave more power to his mother. As a result, Empress dowager Lü held the court, listened to the government, spoke on behalf of the emperor, and did everything (臨朝聽政制, "linchao ting zhengzhi"). With the untimely death of her 22-year-old son, Emperor Hui, Empress dowager Lü subsequently proclaimed his two young sons emperor (known historically as Emperor Qianshao and Emperor Houshao respectively). She gained more power than ever before, and these two young emperors had no legitimacy as emperors in history; the history of this 8-year period is considered and recognized as the reign of Empress Dowager Lü. She dominated the political scene for 15 years until her death in August 180 BC, and is often depicted as the first woman to have ruled China. While four women are noted as having been politically active before her—Fu Hao, Yi Jiang, Lady Nanzi, and Queen Dowager Xuan—Lü was the perhaps first woman to have ruled over united China.

Lü Zhi was born in Shanfu County (單父; present-day Shan County, Shandong) during the late Qin Dynasty. Her courtesy name was Exu (Chinese: 娥姁; pinyin: Éxǔ). To flee from enemies, her father Lü Wen (呂文) brought their family to Pei County, settled there, and became a close friend of the county magistrate. Many influential men in town came to visit Lü Wen. Xiao He, then an assistant of the magistrate, was in charge of the seating arrangement and collection of gifts from guests at a banquet in Lü Wen's house, and he announced, "Those who do not offer more than 1,000 coins in gifts shall be seated outside the hall." Liu Bang (later Emperor Gaozu of Han), then a minor patrol officer (亭長), went there bringing a single cent and said, "I offer 10,000 coins." Lü Wen saw Liu Bang and was so impressed with him on first sight, that he immediately stood up and welcomed Liu into the hall to sit beside him. Xiao He told Lü Wen that Liu Bang was not serious, but Liu ignored him and chatted with Lü. Lü Wen said, "I used to predict fortunes for many people but I've never seen someone so exceptional like you before." Lü Wen then offered his daughter Lü Zhi's hand in marriage to Liu Bang and they were wed. Lü Zhi bore Liu Bang a daughter (later Princess Yuan of Lu) and a son, Liu Ying (later Emperor Hui of Han).

Liu Bang later participated in the rebellion against the Qin Dynasty under the insurgent Chu kingdom, nominally-ruled by King Huai II. Lü Zhi and her two children remained with her father and family for most of the time during this period.

Even after Emperor Gaozu (Liu Bang)'s victory over Xiang Yu, there were still unstable areas in the empire, requiring the new government to launch military campaigns to pacify these regions thereafter. Gaozu placed Empress Lü Zhi and the crown prince Liu Ying (Lü Zhi's son) in charge of the capital Chang'an and making key decisions in court, assisted by the chancellor Xiao He and other ministers. During this time, Lü Zhi proved herself to be a competent administrator in domestic affairs, and she quickly established strong working relationships with many of Gaozu's officials, who admired her for her capability and feared her for her ruthlessness. After the war ended and Emperor Gaozu returned, she remained in power and she was always influential in many of the country's affairs.

In his late years, Emperor Gaozu started favouring one of his younger consorts, Concubine Qi（戚夫人）, who bore him a son, Liu Ruyi, who was instated as Prince of Zhao in 198 BC, displacing Lü Zhi's son-in-law Zhang Ao (Princess Yuan of Lu's husband). Gaozu had the intention of replacing Liu Ying with Liu Ruyi as crown prince, reasoning that the former was too "soft-hearted and weak" and that the latter resembled him more. Since Lü Zhi had strong rapport with many ministers, they generally opposed Gaozu's decision but the emperor seemed bent on deposing Liu Ying. Lü Zhi became worried and she approached Zhang Liang for help, and the latter analysed that Gaozu was changing the succession on grounds of favouritism. Zhang Liang invited the "Four Whiteheads of Mount Shang", a group of four reclusive wise men, to persuade Gaozu to change his decision. The four men promised to assist Liu Ying in future if he became emperor, and Gaozu was pleased to see that Liu Ying had their support. Gaozu told Concubine Qi, "I wanted to replace (the crown prince). Now I see that he has the support of those four men; he is fully fledged and difficult to unseat. Empress Lü is really in charge!" This marked the end of the dispute over the succession and affirmed Liu Ying's role as crown prince.

In June 195 BC, Emperor Gaozu died and was succeeded by Liu Ying, who became historically known as Emperor Hui of Han. Lü Zhi was honoured by Emperor Hui as empress dowager. She exerted more influence during the reign of her son than she had when she was empress, and she became the powerful and effective lead figure in his administration.

Lü Zhi did not harm most of Gaozu's other consorts and treated them according to the rules and customs of the imperial family. For example, consorts who bore male children that were instated as princes were granted the title of "Princess Dowager" (王太妃) in their respective sons' principalities. One exception was Concubine Qi, whom Lü Zhi greatly resented because of the dispute over the succession between Liu Ruyi (Qi's son) and Liu Ying. Liu Ruyi, the Prince of Zhao, was away in his principality, so Lü Zhi targeted Concubine Qi. She had Qi stripped of her position, treated like a convict (head shaved, in stocks, dressed in prison garb), and forced to do hard labour in the form of milling rice.

Roles in the deaths of Concubine Qi and Liu Ruyi

Lü Zhi then summoned Liu Ruyi, who was around the age of 12 then, to Chang'an, intending to kill him together with his mother. However Zhou Chang (周昌), the chancellor in Liu Ruyi's principality, whom Lü Zhi respected because of his stern opposition to Emperor Gaozu's proposal to make Liu Ruyi crown prince, temporarily protected Liu Ruyi from harm by responding to Lü Zhi's order that, "The Prince of Zhao is ill and unfit for travelling over long distances." Lü Zhi then ordered Zhou Chang to come to the capital, had him detained, and then summoned Liu Ruyi again. Emperor Hui tried to save Liu Ruyi by intercepting his half-brother before the latter entered Chang'an, and kept Liu Ruyi by his side most of the time. Lü Zhi refrained from carrying out her plans for several months because she feared that she might harm Emperor Hui as well.

One morning in the winter of 195-194 BC, Emperor Hui went for a hunting trip and did not bring Liu Ruyi with him because the latter refused to get out of bed. Lü Zhi's chance arrived, so she sent an assassin to force poisoned wine down Liu Ruyi's throat. The young prince was dead by the time Emperor Hui returned. Lü Zhi then had Concubine Qi killed in an inhumane manner: she had Qi's limbs chopped off, eyes gouged out, ears sliced off, nose sliced off, tongue cut out, forced her to drink a potion that made her mute, and had her thrown into a latrine. She called Qi a "human swine" (人彘). Several days later, Emperor Hui was taken to view the "human swine" and was shocked to learn that it was Concubine Qi. He cried loudly and became ill for a long time. He requested to see his mother and said, "This is something done not by a human. As the empress dowager's son, I'll never be able to rule the empire" From then on, Emperor Hui indulged himself in carnal pleasures and ignored state affairs, leaving all of them to his mother, and this caused power to fall completely into her hands.

When Lu first came to the court, she planned to establish the Lu family members as "kings (nobles)". This was not only to commemorate her deceased relatives, but also to strengthen her power in the court. However, Wang Ling, the prime minister at the time, immediately pointed out that the great ancestor Liu Bang(Husband of Lu, founding emperor of Han Dynasty)once killed the white horse and agreed that "if someone who are not Liu family be come the king, the whole world should attack them." Therefore, the move of establishing a foreign surname as the king violated the ancestral system established by Liu Bang and was really inappropriate.

Faced with the obstruction of Wang Ling, Empress Lu responded by deposing him and insisting on honoring her deceased father and two brothers as King Lu Xuan, King Wu Wu, and King Zhao Zhao. After setting this precedent, Lu was out of control. She not only named her three nephews Lu Tai, Lu Chan, and Lu Lu as King Lu, King Liang, and King Zhao respectively, but also named her grandnephew Lu Tong. He was the King of Yan, and his grandson Zhang Yan was granted the title of King of Lu.

In addition, there are also quite a few people with the surname Lu who have been granted the title of marquis. As a result, it can be said that many princes surnamed Lu appeared in the court in the blink of an eye. They controlled the government and became the cornerstone and support for Empress Lu to control the right to speak in the court.

Empress Lu's life was emblematic of the intricate power dynamics of the Han Dynasty in ancient China. Born into a modest family, Lu rose to prominence through her marriage to Emperor Gaozu. Her astute political acumen and strategic alliances allowed her to wield significant influence behind the throne. As the mother of several emperors, she orchestrated their ascensions and manipulated court politics to consolidate power for her family. However, her ruthless pursuit of control and elimination of rivals earned her both admirers and enemies. In the end, her ambitions led to her downfall, as her unchecked power and manipulation of succession angered the nobility.As a result, after her death, the Lu family was retaliated and killed by the nobles and courtiers who supported the Han Dynasty, and the family was almost exterminated.Empress Lu's life illustrates the delicate balance of power, ambition, and intrigue in ancient Chinese imperial courts.

Literati in every dynasty in China often likened women who attempted to participate in government affairs and influence national policies to Empress Lü, saying they were vicious. One of them was Wu Zetian, the first official female emperor of China. However, compared with Empress Lü, Wu Zetian was more talented. Unlike Empress Lü, who was simply vicious, she ignored the system and stability of the empire and put personal and family interests first.

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Can I request some sort of smut with Prince Regent!Aemond? I can't get him out of my head!!!! I see him being so mean and intimidating on the Iron Throne, like he wouldn't wear the eye patch bc he knows he looks "scary" to everyone in the court without it...except his little wife doesn't find him scary. His sweet wife is willing to fulfill his every need, no matter what that is, and is a good girl for him when he fucks her roughly, and it ends up melting his cold heart. Just a thought 😮‍💨

please the heinous bitch I'll become when Aemond takes this role on, lord forgive me. this is brilliant, thanks for sending in the ask boo xx

hope you love it!

Dearest, Ruthless Husband

PAIRING: Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 2,432.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of cruel!Aemond, degradation kink, p in v sexual intercourse (consensual), oral male receiving, mentions of breeding kink.

A/N - writing this got me so hyped for Prince Regent Aemond!!! I hope you all enjoy, the smut is a little different to what I normally write or go about it, but sue me. Intrusive thoughts won!!!!

The Dance of the Dragons as most maesters and commoners of King's Landing had dubbed the unfolding family feud within House Targaryen, was beginning to simmer and churn. Brutal words exchanged, promises unkept and broken, and battles ruthlessly fought, both sides began to earn their gains, and yet also face immense losses. The most recent, left the Usurper King Aegon, burnt and beyond repair. The King had succumbed to his bed chambers, in the endless care of maesters, tending to his wounds as he remained unconscious from milk of the poppy. Although the realm staggered on, it needed to be assigned someone to represent the sovereign himself, and no other candidate stood out, other than your royal husband, Prince Regent, Aemond Targaryen.

Before the war had torn through the Seven Kingdoms, you had been betrothed to the young Prince. Paramount in securing an alliance on behalf of the Crown, you had grown doubtful that the marriage would remain fruitful, weary that Aemond merely saw you more as an obligation than an actual human being. Much to your surprise and in favour of the Gods, the Targaryen prince, took a key interest in you, as you gradually began to spend more and more time immersed in each other's sole company. Till proof had been cemented when he meekly admitted his love for you.

"It will be undying, this union, bound to me forever, my love. You will never no of hate nor harm, that I can promise you, my wife to be."

And although, Aemond had always been more of a withdrawn, private man since your first acquaintance, the longer this war prolonged, the more it seemed to have hardened his exterior. The man you'd once soulfully cherished and dreamt of now absent, replaced by a strange clone, the warmth buried inside seemed to have gone out like a candle in the wind.

He did no harm towards you, although, you scarcely saw him. Occasionally, he'd accompany you to dinner, only to be torn away from you, more prominent, urgent matters to attend that broke in the dead hour of the night. The bed had grown lonesome, and you struggled to sleep without his comforting presence and familiar body warmth. Regardless, your safety was still a priority, he made certain that you were around, in his vicinity.

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Nowadays, you often found your husband seated firmly atop the Iron Throne, speaking and acting on behalf of his elder brother, the King. Many a times, he'd often privately disclosed of how he'd envisioned himself instead, given the miraculous chance, he sternly believed he'd be the better choice, "I'm far more suited than the likes of him." And yet, now that his treasonous wish had been granted, the circumstances unfortunate, he did not feel as willing for it. Eager to uphold duty nonetheless, you knew, however, that Aemond loved his family immensely, this including Aegon. They grew together, trained together and fought together. Yet he only now, fully understood the burden in which the crown wielded.

Today was no less different.

Entering the throne room, crowded by those who'd sworn allegiance unto King Aegon the Second, and those in chains, forced upon their knees, for those who had instead sworn fealty to Rhaenyra only to be captured. Aemond coldly observed them from above, the ferocity of the throne, its sharp, steel blades exemplified by his exposed sapphire eye. Since your beloved husband was publicly anointed as Prince Regent, he had taken to the habit of unveiling his lost eye, no longer bearing the notorious eye patch that modestly covered his ailment. He never hid it out of shame, though rather sympathetically as means to not frighten the maidens of the court. Yet the spoils of war had unleashed a crueler side to Aemond, one that you did not sense of its existence, though neither grew fearful of.

"Sided with the false Queen, my elder sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, you have committed the highest form of treason against the Crown... Cowards and traitors, you shall all face the wroth of the Dragons through me... I do not see it fit to send you all to the Wall, no that would be mercy...Death to the whole lot of you."

His words sent a cold chill through your body, shuddering against his low, unwavering tone. Aemond had always spoken with a steadiness, and that remained unchanged. You could not deny that seeing such a formidable side of Aemond, unlike before, was invigorating. In the haste moments that you were caught in your own bewildered thoughts, with a sway of his hand swatting for the guards to remove said traitors, the out-roar of prisoners begging and pleading before their Prince Regent and the rattling of their heavy chains as they'd been forcefully led away was a chilling memory. After the final few had left to the dungeons below, you'd caught sight of Aemond staring right at you. Mindlessly, a faint smile fell upon your gentle face, and in a few seconds to come, Aemond demanded that all vacate the room, except for you. As the others departed, you walked in the opposing way, strolling closer and closer to where your husband remained comfortably seated, coming to a halt before the stony steps.

Upon hearing the final closing of the main, oak doors, an eerie silence fell upon the void of the room. Aemond's eye turned from the shut doors back down unto your feeble state below, the height and distance made you look smaller, more miniscule.

"You dare to taunt me with that smile, woman? Your presence during court already weakens me so."

"I merely wish to see my husband in all his glory, for it feels like a lifetime that I have not been blessed in his company. If needs be that I must seek you out myself, then so be it."

"Hmm."

Just as you'd taken the first step up, Aemond commanded for you to stop. Caught mid-way, you were startled by his objection as he often never resisted you.

"You think you can go unpunished just like that, do as you please and walk yourself right up here. Simply because you're my little whore?"

You were mildly perplexed by his minor outburst, although with the sly grin strewed across his face and the low deep chuckle he provoked from his own amusement, you knew he was simply taunting you. And yet, being Prince Regent, you had no choice but to obey.

"On all fours woman, I want to see you crawl to me, like the bitch that you are."

Hesitant at first, the burning glare from your husband's end though convinced you otherwise. Now on all fours, you slowly began to mechanic your way up to him, feeling Aemond's grin seething into the tender skin of your back, straight through your gown. Did this amuse him, seeing you grabble for him on the grimy, ancient floor, practically yielding to his every word.

Now at his feet, you remained on your knees, sore palms resting on your thighs, you looked up at him eagerly, a soft smile upon your face. If he thought he could taunt or debase you, he should reconsider.

"Satisfied yet, my dearest?" You meekly interject, your smile growing brighter.

"Not yet. Have you any bright ideas, wife, or must I command you like a hound?"

Although his voice stern, the sly grin remained faintly embedded across his face, and eyebrow perked, eager for your response. Yet your remained endearing, a lustful look across your face, as your hands began to gently make there way up his lean thighs.

"You have worked so tirelessly for the realm, and yet your wife remains lonesome, in her own company. From time to time, my husband is too busy fulfilling the duties of the realm, he seems to have forgotten his duty to his wife. Leaving me to touch myself so desperately... I suppose, I must remind him."

Now your hands reached the buttons of his trousers, Aemond bucks his hips forward, as you undo them, pulling them and his under garments just low enough, that his bare cock strings out. Already glistening at its tip, the sight always left you dumbfounded. His length was greater than average, and veiny, you could sense its palpating throbs against the soft palms of your hands, as you began to stroke its firm state.

"Already hard for me, my Prince. Have you missed me so?"

His pre-cum already spilling from the pinkish tip, you'd noticed the more fasten your pace grew, the firmer his grip tightened on the metal arm rests of the throne. His once-steady breathing now heavier.

"Fuck Y/N. Don't keep me waiting."

A sweet giggle escaped your lips, as his eye and the sapphire gem remained fixated on your kneeling frame below his knees. Soon enough, still massaging his hardening cock, you ease yourself between his thighs, spreading his legs out wider for you to adjust yourself. His wish, his command, you brought your mouth to his cock, in the same, sensual pace, sucking at his cock, feeling the throbs and familiar taste in your mouth.

"Seven fucking Hells," He breathlessly huffed, his chest now heaving against your slow, engulfing motions.

It was undeniable that the tip of his cock was stiffly hitting the back of your throat, regardless of how often this act was done in the privacy of your shared chambers, his length was one you could never quite adjust to, often gagging at it, although now you'd grown familiar to manoeuvre and angle it accordingly.

"That tight, pretty mouth of yours, oh, how I've missed it."

It had been a while since Aemond and yourself had shared these intimate moments only lawful between a man and his woman, since the uprising of the war. The Gods were now charitable, for both your favours were being met.

"Mmm. F-Fuck I'm close, Princess. Straightened up."

The thudding of his hard, long cock you could feel had grown tenser. Pulling out, caused a visceral reaction from him, as you once more, obeyed his command, straightening your posture enough, that the cleavage of your breasts was the main attraction between his thighs. Immediately, he hastily spilled his warm seed over your breasts, causing a mess all over you, some of his wetness had seeped in between the cleavage, whilst the rest glistened against your soft skin, before pooling down, drenching your garments.

"A masterpiece if I ever saw one," He chuckled, as his thumb tenderly wiped away at the remnants lingering over the corner of your moist lips.

"Aemond, I need you dearest," You sulkily yearned, a hand clutching to your clothed cunt, feeling yourself beginning to grow avid, as a long, familiar feeling brew between your thighs.

"Up- Come, my dearest-" His hand smacked against his thigh, as the other held your hand in is lifting you up, guiding you to ease yourself down over him: hastily pulling your layered gown up and tearing your undergarments into two, his firm cock easily finding its way inside of you.

Muffled moans helplessly tore through you, once again, the neediness for your husband's cock, and the long-awaited wait, stimulating you enough. His wetness that coated him, helped to ease himself plunging in, now adjusted, your hips beginning to sway forwards and back over his strong lap, his rough hands held you firmly by the waist, steadying you over him.

"I ought to fuck you senseless, leave you satisfied enough for until the next time I return from battle. Perhaps I ought to fuck a babe into you, my dearest."

Still childless, it was all bad-timing for only a few months after your wedding, the war broke out and Aemond was caught in the haste of it all. He scarcely had time to bed you, although now that his family numbers were dwindling, it seemed a babe was of great importance, an heir for the Prince Regent.

"Y-Yes, Aem- I want your child."

"Your wish is my command, wife. I shall see you swell greatly with child, as many sons and daughters as I see fit."

Earning more helpless cries and screams for your husband, the room echoed with your pleas and Aemond's heavy breathing. You were certain the guards posted outside, would know of the events unfolding from within, and yet no shame. For they'd have to answer to Aemond, and that itself, was a threat.

"Fill this pretty cunt of yours, this cunt that belongs to me. I shall keep you full, as need be."

"A-As you desire, m-my Prince-"

One of Aemond's hands remained supporting your lumbar, snaking its way behind, and the other found its way to your scalp, tugging and pulling at your hair, as your head rocked back in tune to his aggressive motions. Words no longer comprehensible to exchange, Aemond's lips found themselves occupied, lapping and suckling at the sensitive crook of your neck, leaving harsh, red marks across your skin.

"Finish me, Aem. I-I need you to fill me-"

The excitement that had brewed in anticipation for this monumental moment, had finally met its need. Your sweet, hot cum pooled over his sturdy, long cock inside, pooling beneath your gown, and in response, evoked the same pleasurable reaction from your husband. Feeling his hot seed once more, shooting itself inside, coating your walls. You felt certain a child was procreated in that precise moments, though regardless, would pray to the Gods to grant you the chance to bear a healthy babe.

Huffing and puffing, hot, perspiring skin against each other, resting your foreheads against one another, almost in sync, you both exchanged faint, genuine laughter.

"I-I have missed you my dearest. It pains me so, to be away from you so often and for so long. I cherish these moments with you, even catching you lingering in the shadows, watching me."

His sweet words warmed your meek heart, and you knew that your husband was apologetic in some sense, even if he struggled to admit it.

"I know my love, but soon enough, a war always comes to an end. Just be sure, I have you returned to me in one piece, and at my beckon call."

A deep, low chucked echoed from deep inside him, as he bashfully looked down, before returning his sole gaze unto you, your fingers toying with long strands of his platinum hair.

"Even if the Gods have other plans, I will defy them for you, always. I promise to return to you, and if the Mother is willing, a babe in your arms. I love you."

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DÉPAYSEMENT // vii.

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

warnings: none for this chapter! but this is an 18+ fic! this chapter is a little short but things are changing heavily for sure, the next chapter is gonna be escalating things 🤭 + not proofread.

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Aegon was injured.

Panicked coursed through your veins like a wildfire as soon as the servant had informed you, you wanted to rush to Aemond, but you knew better, he must be extremely devastated and tired considering how he was gone for days.

So you waited.

Waited and waited for felt like years.

The sun which shone so brightly, setting down before basking the realm with the darkness that came with its departure, only for the moon to rise and illuminate a dim light.

You couldn't find peace, not with the panic, the anxiety, the dread of the situation, you felt isolated and alone, the only exception was when the maids had some to light the candles in your room when the sun had begun to set, but they left just as quickly, in a rush.

You sat down on the chaise, bouncing your leg to calm your nerves, a habit you had picked up in school, whenever you used to give any tests.

Just then, the door had opened and you shot up from your seat and you saw Aemond, who looked extremely tired, you rushed over to him, pulled him to sit on the chaise before you closed the door and then propped yourself in the chair opposite to him.

“Is Aegon okay?” you ask, the question which had been running through your mind along with many others and Aemond sighed, “He was burnt.” he replied, and you felt air leave the room.

“But they are not as severe.” he says which causes you to breathe again, “What is the condition?” you question and he looks at you.

“The injuries are not severe, from the way I remember you describing them, sunfyre did not lose his ability of flight, however Aegon will need time to recover, the maesters predicted at least two moons.” he fills you in on all the info, and you finally calm down, your leg still however continues to keep bouncing as you are lost in your thoughts of what this could mean, until you felt his warm hand on your thigh.

“It is alright, do not panic.” he says, rubbing your thigh up and down, causing you to halt the bouncing of your leg.

“What does this mean for the realm?”

“Grandsire suggested that i take rule as prince regent until Aegon recovers.” you can hear how nervous his voice sounds. “I had always wanted this, do you know? but not at the cost of my brother.” he closes his eye in thought.

“I am afraid.” he confesses and you get up from your seat and sit next to him, rubbing his back as he leans forward, clasping his hands together, resting them on his thighs in thought, before groaning and running his hands through his hair in frustration, pulling at the tresses.

You quickly grab his hands and pry them away when you notice him pulling on the strands a bit to harshly, “You'll do good Aemond, I know it.” you grab his face to make him turn to look at you.

Oh gods, how you love this man.

He observed your face, which held nothing but a reassuring expression, no sign of mockery in your voice or face, just pure trust that he will indeed do well.

He never imagined anything like this before.

He was a hot blooded man, as the dragons blood courses through his veins, he was known to be cruel, merciless, calculative, manipulative.

The layers and walls he built around himself, shaped himself to be known as the person, to prevent him from being hurt once again, to protect himself, to protect the inner child that once suffered so much.

You broke the walls so easily.

Aemond would rather die than show his vulnerability to anyone, he would rather die than admit he was scared, he would rather die than admit his mistakes.

But here he was, telling you how afraid he is.

He expected you to judge him, but you didn't, instead you offered him comfort.

He faced you and leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, grabbing your head to push deeper into the kiss, pouring his feelings into it, you could feel how desperate he was, he pulled away and just then noticed your appearance.

He smiled.

“Gevie. (beautiful.)” he said, making you blush and you whispered a small thanks, he brushed the strands of the hair that had fallen loose and tucked them into your ear, eyes holding nothing but pure love, he leaned in once again, brushing your lips with his, and you looked at him half lidded, leaning up so your lips can make contact again, but then your moment was broken by a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Aemond asks, annoyed, before the door opened, revealing the person, and your mood immediately turned sour, Floris Baratheon.

Aemond grit his teeth.

She raised an eye brow when she saw how close you both were sitting, before you stood up and Aemond felt cold air hitting from his side where you once sat, missing your presence.

“What is it?” his tone was stiff and controlled, void of any emotion.

“Nothing, betrothed, just wanted to see you. You have not come to see me since your return, I was expecting you to be with that whore, turns out I was right.” she says, the word whore dripping off her tongue venomously which you glared at her for.

Aemond stood up.

“You saw me, you can return.” he says.

“So you can bury your cock inside her cunt?” she asks, expecting Aemond to not say anything.

“Watch your tongue.” Aemond threatens her, which causes her to be momentarily shocked.

“It was never my intention to offend you, your grace, but- you should be spending time with me, your future wife.” she apologizes.

You didn't know why but you felt as if though someone stabbed you multiple times right in your heart, the reality hitting you once again.

“Do you have anything else to say?” Aemond asks, annoyed, Floris huffs before muttering a small 'no' before leaving the chambers, shutting the doors close with a loud slam, showing that she was frustrated.

Aemond rubs his temples, trying to relieve the tension there which was caused by Floris's existence before he turned to you and tried to hold you.

But you stepped back, putting distance between you both.

His heart shattered, and his eye widened.

He felt bad. You refused to meet his eye. He simply looked down before storming out of your chambers, you felt like crying.

Are you doomed to love a man who is never meant to be yours? Doomed to be just his lover.

It was becoming too much and you so badly wanted to give in, fuck your morals, floris was a bitch anyway.

But you didn't, it didn't matter.

So you sat quietly in your chambers, before the maids came and prepared you for sleep, bringing in the food for you to eat, you only ate a little, the events from today making your appetite to die out.

And then it was time to sleep.

Sleep did not come to you. No matter how you tried.

Your interaction with Aemond earlier, Floris calling you a whore. You wanted to scream. You wanted to leave. You were so done with everything.

No matter how much you tried, you seemed to always miss your life the way it was before, it was so simple. No complicated things, no war.

No love life. Ouch.

Yeah you were a virgin as embarrassing as it is to admit.

You had no interest for love in high school, too focused on your grades, and after that, you became busy since you chose the most difficult combination subjects of all. You didn't have time.

But it was still better than whatever this was.

You laughed at the thought earlier, on how you felt embarrassed that you were still a virgin, funny how it's quite the opposite here.

Your mind soured at the thought how purity culture is prelevant here, they were just idiots who lacked basic anatomical knowledge of women.

Your mind was lost in all these thoughts, you thought how much knowledge you must've lost considering you weren't actively recalling the subjects you've learnt, but how can you? they weren't a thing here.

Maybe you should really get to gravity before newton does.

And with those silly thoughts, you fell asleep.

It was the next day, you had finished your lessons and came out for a walk in the gardens, trying to find peace, admiring the infrastructure of the red keep, which always facinated you.

You were slightly in a better mood.

Well that didn't last when you spotted Floris Baratheon rushing her way towards you, you raised an eye brow when she stopped in front of you.

“It is all your fault.” she chewed on her lip in anger, glaring at you and you just looked at her confused. “Lady Floris Baratheon, it is time for you to depart, the carriage is awaiting you” you heard a guard come up from behind her and tell her and just then you but back a smile.

She was leaving.

She shoved you backwards in frustration before stomping off like a school girl, you watched her disappear from your sight before bursting out in laughter.

You felt mean for laughing, the way her angry face was, eyes filled with tears, her throwing a tantrum.

You wondered what happened.

And soon you found out.

After Aemond crowned himself as prince regent, he immediately called off the betrothal to Floris and proposed his younger brother, Daeron's, hand in marriage to the youngest Baratheon daughter.

Not only that but he humbled her.

Like really really bad.

“What is the meaning of this my prince?!” Floris stormed in, when the cancellation was announced, bursting into his chambers, inappropriate of a lady.

“My lady, what you have done right now is unladylike of you, extremely rude, unsuitable behaviour for a lady of refinement and utmost treasonous, raising your voice at a prince above your status.” he quirked his eyebrow in annoyance, using the same words she had once used to describe you.

He was never going to let them go.

“Apologies your grace, but what is the meaning of this? I thought we had a bond.” she says and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Bond?” he asks and she nods, “The love we shared, I felt it for sure.” she says and he chuckles meanly before shaking his head.

“What we had is not love, it will never be. It was me merely tolerating your presence in the name of duty, you are a fool to think such.” he says, he knew he was being mean, but he had to be honest with her, he had nothing to lose anyway at the moment.

He didn't feel bad when tears fell from her eyes, before she stormed off in rage, instead he felt relieved, it meant he could finally be with you.

You will be his.

He will have you no matter what.

You didn't know whether to feel bad for Floris or be happy for yourself.

But it has been a week since then, Aemond got even more busy dealing with the realm's matters, the greens have been steadily developing more and more allies who support Aegon's claim, what you were worried for was Aemond's march to harrenhal, to reclaim it from the Blacks, but you were scared. It meant that King's Landing was soon going to be attacked, due to the lack of manpower.

And in that fit of rage, he kills off the entire strong house, everyone besides one, Alys rivers, a strong bastard who came to be known as his lover and speculated to be his wife.

You were lost in thought, wondering how you can prevent it, Daemon was a big threat, he was a rouge, hot blooded and not as calculative as many believed him to be, however his swordsmanship is something that cannot be matched.

The night was beginning to fall again, the sun setting.

The same old routine, the maids coming into the room to light the candles.

You were getting dressed for bed but then you heard a knock, you expected it to be Aemond but to your surprise, it was not him, but rather Ser Criston Cole.

“Prince Aemond has requested your presence in his chambers.”

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BRF Reading - 7th of March, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 7th of March, 2024

Question: Are there any plans for a Regency, official or unofficial, to take place this year?

Note: This reading was done with all the cards upright, i.e. there are no reversals

Interpretation: The King and the Queen do not want a regency.

Card One: The Four of Pentacles

This is a card of holding on tightly to what you have, and that is exactly the energy I am getting from it. King Charles - the energy is masculine, so I am assuming it is the King's - King Charles is hanging on to his position and power with everything he has. He does not want to give up one iota of the Kingship and its duties to anyone else (except his wife), and the energy of that position is rock-firm and rigid in its stubbornness. Even if handing over some of his duties would be better for him, the King is not going to do it.

The picture on the card shows the craftsman Daedalus looking at his nephew. His nephew as more talented than Daedalus was, and Daedalus was both envious (wanting the talent his nephew had) and jealous (fearing that his nephew would take the success and reputation that Daedalus had from him). It is quite likely that the King has similar feelings towards his heir - affection for a family member combined with feeling of envy and/or jealousy, and this is part of the reason that the King is so opposed to a regency.

Note: AFAIK, under British law, if a regency is declared because of the incapacity f the King, for whatever reason (illness etc), then the regent has to be the heir. This is prescribed by law and the King can not say I want X as my regent and have it happen; the regent has to be his heir.

Card Two: The Queen of Pentacles

One of the meaning of the Queen of Pentacles is the good wife, and this is the energy that is coming from this card. The energy of this card is that of Queen Camilla, who is supporting her husband in his desire to not have a regency or any form of support from his heir while he, the King, is ill. In this they are of one mind. The Queen is determined that any power put down by the King will go to her and not to his heir. The energy is telling me that the Queen views any power given to the heir as a weakening of her position, and she is trying to make herself impregnable and unassailable (I was going to type 'as strong as possible' when the other words appeared in my mind out of nowhere). If I am reading the energy correctly, she seems to fear the heir and what he will do when he comes into power, so she is trying to get as much as she can for herself while she can.

As The Queen is coming through as the Queen of Pentacles, there may very well be money and status issues involved here (i.e. Pentacles things) - things that have not been put into law and that would be completely disrupted if Prince William were to come to power.

Tangent: I did a one card reading before this one that I wasn't going to write up, and I asked if Queen Camilla wanted her son to follow her as King, just to try and get some sort of idea about her thoughts and motives, and knowing that this was impossible as the line of succession is fixed by law. I was shocked to draw The Six of Wands, the success card, as the answer to my question, because that said yes, the Queen would like to have her son as King after her and not Prince William (i repeat, it is impossible to do this, so we are talking about wishes, not something that can come true). Combining that card and the above energy, I think that the Queen would feel far safer and more secure if her own blood was the heir instead of Prince William. She is really frightened about what Prince William will do when he is in power, and she does not like how popular Prince William is with the public at all.

Another thing to note is that I am not getting any sense of duty towards the country from the Queen (or the King). The energy from the Queen is very much wanting to be comfortable and do what she wants, and trying to arrange things so this will happen and will continue after her husband's death, and that is it. There is no concern for the affect of her actions on the country; she is not even thinking about that and her attitude seems to be 'oh well, they can fix up the mess after I'm dead'. Her concern is focused on herself first and her family and husband second, and that is it.

Card Three: The Page of Swords

Pages are messages, and swords are thoughts/strategy/communications. This card is giving me the energy of social media and the internet - electronic communications. As we have seen, the King and the Queen are putting out a message of 'Everything is fine, no need for extra help, the King can still do his job and if he can't the Queen can do it for him'. That is the message that they want to go out to the world. Whether it is actually the truth is another matter entirely (Swords can be about strategies, and people lie to other people as part of a strategy all the time - also, King Charles has past form in lying to the general public to get what he wants). The last thing the King or Queen want is pressure from the public to have Prince William take over some of the duties of the monarchy to help out his father.

Underlying Energy: The Three of Wands

This is my card for the line of succession, the transfer of power within the BRF, regencies, and so on. Having it as an underlying energy confirms that the above cards are all about power and the transfer of power within the BRF.

The card shows Jason's uncle giving his crown to Jason, i.e. acknowledging Jason as the true king, but then the uncle sends Jason off to find the Golden Fleece, hoping he will be killed along the way. This tells me that even if King Charles does make a show of handing some functions over to his heir, there will be a trap involved and Prince William will be set up to fail if he takes on the offered duties.

This card is also giving me courtier vibes - King Charles and Queen Camilla may be fighting off the idea of a regency/handing over any of the monarch's duties to the heir, but I would not be surprised if the courtiers have plans in place for both an official regency and an unofficial transfer of power behind the scenes.

Conclusion:

King Charles does not want a regency in any way, shape, or form. Neither does he want to give up any of his powers to his heir, even for a temporary period while he recovers his health, although he has no problem sharing his powers with the Queen. The Queen is 100% behind him; he has all of her support on this matter.

Both of them seem to be driven in part or in whole by negative emotions towards the idea of Prince William in power - envy and/or jealousy on the part of the King, and fear on the part of the Queen (I can feel her fear as I write this. I can not stress this strongly enough - she is terrified of Prince William having any Kingly powers).

This determination to hold on to the position and power of the monarch is what is behind the PR that says the King is fine, he is working from home, the Queen is a great support to him etc.

While the King and the Queen are refusing to even discuss the issues, the courtiers may have quiet plans of their own - just in case.

[oggirlboss]

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pairing[s]: yandere! janitor!levi ackerman x afab student!reader

warnings: flirtatious behavior, power imbalance, m!masturbation, voyerism, age gap, and hella weird so read at your own risk.

summary: levi ackerman has to supervise a certain brat in detention. needy little virgin hours ensue before school is in session.

word count: 3000

art belongs to columbo on twitter

     levi ackerman was the type of man that made the existence of female dress codes nessacary. he couldn't stop himself from looking up girls skirts when he knelt down to pick up their trash, or avoid looking down girls shirts when they leaned over to wash their hands in the sink. he didn't even regard his perversion as an awful thing. after all, there are other guys out there who let their obsessions go to the absolute extreme, their crimes delving into horrendous depths like rape and murder. levi could never imagine such things happening, the thought made him sick to his stomach. he wasn't that bad... was he?

       principle erwin certainly didn't think so. he's known about levi's little habit since grade school, but that didn't stop him from writing levi a letter of recommendation and convincing the board of regents to hire him as the primary janitor at shiganshina high school. surely if erwin thought he was so bad he would have tried to protect the girls of the school from him, right?

       ¿ʇɥɓıɹ

       it wasn't like all of his attention was centered on one individual, levi knew that type of behavior was out of the question. he was just liked looking that was all, he didn't have the skills to actually approach one of these girls. despite these perversions, he was disgusted by men that touched girls. the ones who prey on the vulnerable, whose sickly minds allow them to prey on girls and use their positions of power and authority to manipulate these girls into doing whatever they want. to use them however they want. levi didn't think he was like that at all.

       but he did take a great interest in you during your sophomore year. you probably got put into detention for a stupid reason, and he couldn't help but sympathize with you. he figured that you got caught doing something mildly dangerous by an administrator and shoved into detention with the rest of the rejects. except since it was nearing the end of the year, all the other teachers didn't even bother to put their students in detention. they dished out more tame punishments to their students and basically took it easy for the last stretch of work until summer break. the teachers were just as fed up with their jobs as the students were with their mundane classes. you, unfortunately, were the unwritten exception to this unspoken rule, and as a result you were the only one sitting in a desolate cafeteria.

       that was the first time levi truly paid attention to you. you were a shy kid, you mostly kept your head down and didn't talk much. he had seen you around before and he figured that it'd be creepy if he struck up a conversation before going off to clean the bathrooms in the teacher's lounge. as soon as he saw your silk-smooth skin peeking out of your too short shorts, he knew he'd need to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

       "oi! brat." he spoke calmly, feigning disinterest when his heart was beating out of his chest. "i'm your assigned supervisor for detention. you can start by picking up a rag and some disinfectant to wipe down all the tables and chairs." his stomach lurched at the lie, this was exhilarating. he watched you hurry to do as he commanded, feeling pride swell in his chest. you believed him. he was a trusted adult, and his authority in the matter didn't need any questioning.

       "i was told professor miche would be in charge of detention today." levi pondered on a good response, but he couldn't stop mulling over the fact that bastard had snatched you up first. miche would have had you all to himself if levi hadn't spoken up just now

       "miche couldn't make it on time, so i'm here to cover for him." levi had a teasing tone in his voice, a smile ghosting his fine features for less than a second. "now are you going to stand around looking pretty, or are you going to get to work?" his taunt didn't have much of an effect on you as you marched up to his supply cart and snatched up a rag and some random chemical mix. "no no no. that won't do." levi sauntered towards you, snapping the rim of his plastic gloves as he did so. "you can't use furniture polish for cleaning surfaces. while the lemony scent does have it's perks, a bleach based product would help you much more." your eyebrows furrowed as you nodded. maybe you could learn something from his guidance, after all, he was a professional.

       "alright. will clorox work?" you picked up the product by its handle and squeaked as you gripped the hilt, causing a foamy string of liquid to burst from its container.

       "hey, hey, no funny business." levi smirked at your playful tenacity. you were so much more fun than he'd thought you would be. "who even taught you how to clean?" he scoffed in a light-hearted manner.

       "i guess i'm self taught, but i always get the job done good enough." you smiled at him as you sprayed the different tables and wiped them down with an old blue rag.

       "well maybe your good enough isn't good enough for me and my standards." levi hovered over your shoulder, carefully observing your movements. he wrapped himself around you, pressing his chest against your back and helping you grasp your hand around the rag. "move your arm in a circular motion, but don't press too hard into the wood, you'll tire yourself out too quickly that way." you carefully listened to every word he said, this is a learning experience, isn't it? this knowledge came straight from the mouth of a professional, you'd be absolutely daft to not pay attention to him. but it didn't help that he was easy on the eyes or that you could feel his muscles flex through your clothing. he was undeniably attractive and it was hard for you not to entertain the notion. his sharp breath ghosted the skin behind your ear.

       "what sort of cleaning products do you use at home?" his question and his proximity startled you.

       "um, i use the mr. clean stuff. my mom thought that their super bowl commercial from a few years ago was the epitome of comedy ."

       "tch." you could feel his grip tighten on your hand as he shook his head. you frowned at his reaction.

       "well what's that supposed to mean?" he sighed before spiraling into a lecture.

       "mr. clean, although sexy in his own right, is much too expensive. especially those magic erasers of his. they are outrageously overpriced, and they're not even real magic." your nose crinkled as you snickered at his joke, and his face lit up in a blush. "they're uh, they're made of uh sodium bisulfite copolymer, and it's ridiculously cheap. for half the price, you can buy ten times the amount that damned company scams you with."

       "i suppose that's one of the many miracles of capitalism." levi's deep chuckle vibrated through your back. his presence was comforting, and it was beyond a relief to have such a friendly person around, even if it will only last the span of detention.

       "you're funny." he leaned into the crook of your neck and lightly sniffed the perfume you'd applied earlier that morning. it's probably for that bastard, miche. levi did his best to shake that thought out of his head, and hurriedly stepped away from you.

       "is everything alright, sir?" you threw your rag down, abandoning your place at the table and rushed to his side. your hand rested on the bare skin of his arm, and your eyes widened seeing levi acting so odd. he was perfectly fine seconds ago, it was hard to understand how this change could have taken place so quickly. "you look very pale." before he could blink the backs of your fingers were pressed against his clammy forehead and he was in heaven. he basked in the attention you were giving him, and in this shaken state narrowly avoided lathering you with the same touching care.

       "yes, yes." levi cradled his head in his hand, and stared up at you with his hair falling into his eyes. "it's just a little headache, it's no problem." he frequently struggled with migraines, but those were nothing compared to whatever was coming over him now.

       "well, i have some extra tylenol in my purse, i can go back to my locker and get some." you couldn't register the speed with which he reached out and held your wrist in an iron grip.

       "no." his voice was gravely, like a frog was caught in his throat. "don't leave. it's really nothing." he smiled to comfort you but it only did the opposite. there was a glint in his eyes that made you want to run away and never come back. you reluctantly agreed to stay with him, and worked through the rest of your detention in relative silence.

       the following morning you were called into professor miche's office over the intercom. there were oohs and aahs from your classmates and a resounding thunder of commentary.

       "i don't think y/n has ever gotten in trouble before." armin spoke to himself.

       "she isn't going to be able to worm her way out of his one." snickered to her friends.

       "how much you wanna bet she's screwing him to get a better grade?" reiner joked as berholdt berated him for making assumptions. wrong. wrong. wrong.

       ɬɧɛყ'۷ɛ ɠơɬ ıɬ ąƖƖ ῳཞơŋɠ, ʝųʂɬ Ɩıƙɛ ɬɧɛყ ąƖῳąყʂ ɖơ.

       you slammed your fists on the table, effectively silencing the chatter. you didn't bother to push your chair back in as you raced down the hallway to pound on miche's office door. you heard a sigh from inside as he beckoned you inside. his menacing figure towered over you

       "it's not polite for you to skip out on detention, l/n. where were you for our session?"

       "well, you would know if you weren't tardy for detention, sir." you smiled in an effort to brush off the discomforting feeling his stare brought you. miche leaned down to your level and violently sniffed the air around you. "i was with the janitor, you told him to fill in for you. does that ring a bell?" you could care less if you were sounding rude, but his questioning was getting tedious.

       professor miche sneered down at you, mulling over the consequences that would be brought down upon you if he discovered this was a lie. "is this true, levi?" your eyes widened as turned around to see levi leaning on the handle of his cart. the hallway was utterly devoid of people, and you didn't understand how you didn't hear his footsteps or the squeak of the wheels on his cart. it's like he was invisible the entire time, appearing silently like a ghost. levi cleared his throat as he stared back at miche.

       "quite so, yes. she worked very well under my guidance." he let his gaze drop to the ground as he licked his lips. "it makes me wish that miss l/n could get detention more often so i could have some help keeping this place tidy." he absentmindedly swiped two fingers over miche's name card that hung on his office door. "she worked well, and i'm sure she'll learn from the experience." miche scowled at levi, something was off about him. while the two of them weren't particularly close, he could certainly tell if something was wrong. he'll have to report this to principle erwin, if only to ease his conscience. "well, if that's everything, i suppose i'll be on my way." you gave levi a little smile and mouthed a quick thank you before he set off down the hallway with his cart.

       the rumbling of the wheels echoed through the empty hallway as he moved closer and closer to the bathrooms he'd set out to clean. his cart was placed to the right of the entrance to the boy's bathroom and upon entering he was greeted with the welcoming scent of orange spice. levi took great care to make sure he was alone in that bathroom before he retreated into the furthest stall. he undid the buttons of his pants and slid them down his milky thighs until they rested around his ankles. he ran a swift hand through his silky black hair as he gripped the base of his cock tightly, gently smoothing over the thick skin and working to calm his unsteady breathing. he's never been this wound up during his work hours, but he had a feeling that this was soon going to be a normal occurrence. his brain began to wander away from the bathroom stall as he thought back to the porn he'd watched in his car before he came into work. he imagined the movements of the female model's body beneath the man, and how her body shook with every impact of their hips. his manhood twitched in excitement as he thought of her y/h/c hair that laid spread across her red pillows, but that was too perfect. it wasn't dirty enough for him. he needed the real deal, but nobody wanted to touch an old man, and they certainly didn't want to touch someone as creepy as levi ackerman. so he had to resort to doing it himself.

       his hand stilled, cock sitting at attention against his pale stomach. he ran a finger over the mushroom-like head and began to roughly fist his cock like a madman. his eyes clenched shut as he tried to think of something that would get him off. the first thought that came to his mind wasn't even erotic, but it gave him a renewed vigor and sent a primal ache coursing through his aching cock. he wondered how you would look sleeping. you have to be the most heavenly creation in existence, vulnerable and at peace while you dream. it would only be too easy to get into the file cabinets that contain thee student records and discover your place of residence, and finally be blessed by the sight of you snuggled into your bed with your stuffed animals cradled to your chest. he could shimmy your cute pajama shorts off your body and press his hot tongue against your cunt. it'd be slimy and wet and lewd and absolutely gross. and he'd love every goddamn minute of it. your face would be flushed red and sweat would bead your forehead as you unconsciously rut against his mouth. he wants your juices to lather his lips and hold your breasts in a death grip as he makes you squirt onto his waiting tongue. he wants to be 𝖘𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 to you, and spoil you in every way imaginable. he wants to spear you on his cock and bury his head in your breasts, smothering himself and coating the valley between the two mounds on your chest with a mixture of his heavy drool and your wet release. he'll pump you full of his cum until you're absolutely bursting and pull up your panties to hide his mess. he'll sneak out your window and drive home while you lay in warm in your bed with your face shoved into your pillow.

       he lets out a heavy groan as he brings his hand to his mouth to bite on his knuckles to stop any sound from escaping his treacherous mouth. he began to imagine what you would look like if you gave him a handjob. would you be slow and tentative? or would you opt to beat his manhood dry? no doubt your delicate fingertips would feel like heaven on earth, and your soft breath would hit his cheek as you focused on bringing him immense pleasure. he heard the door to the bathroom open, but he couldn't break free from his lusty haze. his mind was too focused on the constant phap phap phap of his hand beating against his manhood to register the footsteps that slowly neared the stall he occupied. a hand pressed against the unlocked door to fully expose levi's perversions to the open air. he looks up to see erwin staring down at him, a disappointed look coating the principle's face. no words were spoken as levi continued his assault on his cock. a broken cry left his lips as he threw his head back, eyes clamped shut as he felt his creamy cum shoot out onto his shirt and hand.

       "really, levi?" his eyebrows furrowed as levi looked him dead in the eye. "the boy's bathroom?" levi groaned at his question, not bothering to answer before bending over and pulling up his pants. levi had no shame, and certainly not in front of erwin.

       levi laughed as he wiped the cum off his hand with toilet paper. "would you prefer i did it in the girl's?" his bland retort left a dumbfounded erwin unable to move from where he stood. levi used that moment of shock to escape from the stall and out into the hallway. he was going to enjoy this newfound sense of freedom.

[best-bourbon-monarch]

Anne d'Autriche:

Was a spanish habsburg born in Valadolid and, as such, princess of the Netherlands. Cause why not. She did the regency for her son Louis XIV until he became of age.

Anne:

While she wasn't officially the regent, her husband was, for her brother, so clearly she was in the influence sphere, and also she was her brother's legal tutor. She was the most powerful woman in Europe during that time, considered extremely intelligent and extremely dangerous to cross. Shaped european politics to this day.

Dates indicated are dates of regency.

[ghouljams]

Ok so regency!Rudy: there's a war going on, so just after you meet Rudy, he has to leave! The pining! The heartfelt letters! Reader has only met him once, is she even allowed to write him, or does she have to do it in secret? You have to wait for those letters to cross the ocean! What if she can't reunite with Rudy until the war is over?! Can she wait that long? Will the societal/familial pressure to marry force her to wes someone else?n

Other thoughts: idk England's opinion of the Mexican war for independence, but considering it's a colonizing country I could imagine they don't approve. Reader faces pressure to forget about dear Rudy and marry someone "better" (more white/European). Maybe that could be Graves? The angst! Feelings of betrayal! Ahh!

ok I got carried away I'm done now 💚

OOOOH You are COOKING with this. The angst potential is scrumptious. I love Graves swooping in as a sort of Willoughby figure for this Darling. Might I add, as an AleRudy girly(gender neutral), the disapproval of being courted by not one but two men on the side of independence? Letters that come bundled together, filled with promises from Alejandro and Rudy that are sure to be kept if the reader can make their way to Mexico. Two men showing up to claim their darling after the war, the looks of scandal from reader's family that they're even entertaining the idea of being swept off by both of them...

Idk I love Alejandro and Rudy's dynamic so much. This is all Rudy though, we can sprinkle Ale in at a later date (but I do think he's waiting in the wings, ready to pounce)

He's a marvelous dancer, confident and poised as he leads you in twirls and dips. There's a spark in his eye that makes you wonder if he's truly as calm as he seems. He's just a man, you repeat to yourself. Except that he carries himself with the assurance of something greater. Each movement, no matter how casual it appears, carries a calculated weight. He's precise, smart in a way you're not familiar with. Twenty years in the military, he'd told you, and you don't doubt it for a second.

Not with the way he moves you, with the calm assurance of a man that doesn't question his steps. He must be good to have survived this long. After Napolean swept through Spain and- actually, is he Spanish? You can't place his accent. Then again you haven't heard much of it, and it's not like you're intimately familiar with the different dialects of a foreign country. You frown and he raises a brow.

"Where in Spain are you from again?" You ask, still puzzling over your geography.

"Mexico," He tells you coolly, not missing a beat. You blink at him and he watches you slot the information into place. You give him a short nod, unsure what to say. He smiles, practiced and placating. You don't buy it.

"You're," You hesitate, "courting support for the uprisings."

"The war," He corrects you, "but no, the colonel and I are here to request the king keep his eyes off Mexico. Los imperialistas son como los buitres." There's an edge to his voice, a cold fury you haven't heard before and hope to never hear again. You swallow, and squeeze his hand to bring his attention back to you. His fingers spread, wide and commanding, against your back in response.

"The king is mad," You tell him, "talk to the regent. I'm sure after his embarrassment in the US he's eager to avoid another blunder."

Rodolfo laughs, a deep chuckle that drips down your spine like warm honey. There's something different in his eyes when he shakes his head with a smile. "Oh you are smart," it's not a compliment, it doesn't sound like a compliment when he says it like that, when he looks at you like that. You feel like you're about to be eaten alive.

[farity]

Sorrow, part 10

"The announcement shall take place in the morrow - many rumors swirl regarding the king and we must end them."

Aemond nodded, watching as his grandfather unrolled the parchment that proclaimed him, officially, Prince Regent. His eye landed on his wife, who was watching him. She'd gained some color in the last few days, he thought, not so pale as she had been when she'd first arrived at King's Landing, her ribs not as visible when she undressed.

He felt the stirrings of lust at the thought of Elyse removing her clothing. He'd had her that morning, yet he felt as if he had not bedded his wife in days.

"Sign."

Aemond took the quill, added his signature and some flourishes to the bottom of the parchment.

"What news of that whore, my sister?"

Ser Otto closed his eyes at the language, but merely said, "we have yet to hear anything. She has certainly heard of Daemon's death and she will be more dangerous than ever."

"Let her try. We shall be ready for her."

Elyse stood, and joined him at the desk, looking down at the proclamation.

Ser Otto left, and Aemond wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders. "And you, Princess, shall we have a crown made for you as well?"

"Aemond," she chided gently. "I want no such thing."

He kissed her until she was clinging to his shoulders, her mouth demanding on his. She had lost some of her timid nature around him, and he would do everything in his power to encourage her. "I wish to take you while riding Vhagar," he whispered in her ear, and felt the shiver that went through her. "Have you ride me while I ride the greatest dragon in the realm."

Her arms went around his neck and he grabbed her, lifting her off the ground as he walked to their chambers.

"Maybe some other time," he muttered, once he had closed the door, "I have to have you now."

He kept his eye on her face while he tore the clothes from her body, ready to stop if he saw fear in her eyes, but she was as frenzied as he, pulling at his tunic and the laces on his breeches until he could take it no more and drove inside her, not caring that he still had one leg mostly in his trousers and the leather tie was hanging from his hair.

She moaned as he filled her, arching her back, and he pressed his forehead to hers, trying desperately not to rut into her mindlessly like the animal he was. He kissed her upturned lips, and felt her fingertips caressing his cheek.

She was life and warmth and he would push aside all thoughts of war and death when he was with her. "Mine," he whispered as she kissed his jaw. "Mine."

* * * * *

Alicent stood, once again, as a son of hers was crowned as ruler of the realm.

Regent. Ruler. It was the same, she thought. Her father would always be plotting behind the scenes, except this time she hoped he would meet some resistance. Aemond wasn't as willing to let go of the reins as Aegon had been, and she wanted to see her middle son prove himself.

She watched Elyse, dressed in grey, standing next to Aemond. She'd gently but firmly declined to wear any sort of crown or headpiece, and wore her blond locks down, held back only by a black ribbon. She wore no jewels, either, and Alicent decided to choose her battles when it came to the young woman and she would not fight this one.

She had ordered more suitable gowns to be sewn and embroidered for her. It would not do for the wife of the regent to walk around like a peasant in those simple dresses she wore. She might talk to Aemond, appeal to his vanity to take pride in his wife.

The crown of Aegon the Conqueror was placed on Aemond's head by Ser Criston Cole and the crowd cheered. Here there was no chance of a dragon tearing through the floor like when that bitch Rhaenys had nearly killed them all. Still, she knew her father had ordered extra men to keep watch, not only here, but all the way to Dragonstone.

To her surprise, after Aemond raised a hand to thank the crowd, he turned and grabbed his wife's hand, placing a kiss on it, and the crowd roared in approval.

Elyse had turned a bright shade of pink, but Aemond wasn't letting go of her hand.

Alicent considered, maybe Aemond was already playing the game. Aegon would certainly never had made any sort of loving gesture towards Helaena, but here was a young couple clearly in tune with each other.

Too bad about Elyse, though. A child might have cemented Aemond's legacy as regent until little Jaehaerys came of age, but if Elyse was right, there would be no children for them.

Aemond took Elyse back into the keep, and Alicent followed. Helaena had chosen to stay with her children and Aegon, well, Aegon was probably not even aware of what was happening. His beautiful face often wore a mask of confusion and pain, his mind dulled by milk of the poppy.

"Daeron might have made an appearance."

She turned to her father. "At least he gets to live away from all of this. Leave him be. He will be in your clutches soon enough." She spoke without looking at him, and walked faster to put distance between them.

* * * * *

"Dragonstone is far too close."

Otto watched as his grandson issued his first challenge.

"I do not want that bitch and her remaining bastards so close."

He saw Aemond's point. Dragonstone was a short dragon ride away from Westeros and they would always live under the threat of Rhaenyra amassing some semblance of power.

"Where do you suggest, then, Prince Regent?"

Aemond didn't bother to hide a smirk. "Pentos? Volantis? The middle of the sea?" He laced his fingers together. "She can live where we choose, surrounded by our people, in case she begins to plot."

"Then Pentos would be ideal. I shall draft terms and head to Dragonstone."

"I will go."

Otto shook his head. "I cannot risk that. They might be waiting for us, Aemond, and you going would be giving them a prize we cannot afford."

"I'm glad you have such heartfelt feelings for your flesh and blood," Aemond said mockingly. "Fine, but take enough men so that you do not become a prize yourself."

When Aemond stood, Otto simply stared. "We are not finished here-"

"I'm finished here, grandfather, but if you wish to stay here until dawn, you are within your right."

* * * * *

Elyse said nothing as the seamstress adjusted the neckline on her new dress. "Not too low, please," she had said, and the young woman had nodded and pulled up the fabric until Elyse felt more comfortable.

The dress was simple but it was nicer than anything she had ever worn. The silk alone shimmered whenever she moved, a silvery blue that made the earbobs Alicent had given her sparkle even more. She had never been one for jewels or adornments, but she was well aware of her position and how she might reflect on Aemond, and more than anything she wanted to be of help to him. If it meant dressing up, so be it.

Alicent had also given her a small pendant shaped like the star of the Seven, and Elyse had dutifully worn it every single day since.

Once the seamstress was finished, the helped Elyse remove the gown and put her own dress back on.

She would be visiting the orphanage in Flea Bottom later and she felt better wearing one of her plainer dresses. It would almost be an insult to go see the poor, destitute children wearing priceless jewels and dazzling fabrics.

Ser Criston would go with her. He was loyal and a fierce warrior, and although he was hardly needed when she was going to see children, Aemond would not agree to this outing unless she took Ser Criston with her.

"Princess."

She turned at the sound of his voice, and nodded, making sure the bag of sweets was safe in her pocket.

"Thank you for accompanying me, Ser Criston."

"It is my honor, Your Highness. It is very kind of you to bring some joy to those poor souls."

Once at the orphanage, the children watched her warily at first, until a little girl bravely walked up to her as she extended a hand containing a sweet. Elyse smile as the girl unwrapped the sweet and put it in her mouth, and then turned to the other kids and called them over.

Ser Criston hovered, but Elyse never stopped smiling as the children surrounded her, their soft murmurs of "princess" giving way to laughter as she tickled them or ruffled their hair. She ran out of sweets but promised to return, and then headed down the corridor to speak to some of the septas that ran the orphanage.

She meant to donate as much as Aemond would allow, make this a place of joy, not just survival, make sure the children were not only educated but could also play and thrive. When she knocked on the office door, Ser Criston took his place nearby.

The door opened and Elyse walked in, a warmth filling her at having seen so many children smiling and knowing she would be doing more for them. She could make a difference, she had access to resources that might not mean much to others but they would change so much in these children's lives. If she could not have her own children, then she would do whatever she could for others.

When the door closed behind her, she saw there was no one at the desk and she turned around and found herself facing a woman, holding a dagger toward her.

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hi! I was the one who asked about Aemond having a partner who has a praise kink. I would love it if you could write a drabble or something like that. Whatever works for you :)

Here you go. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~800

“Aemond, it is most irregular to have your wife serve as cupbearer during a meeting of the small council.” Otto says sternly, straightening in his chair and casting a sideways glance towards her, before returning his focus back to his grandson.

Aemond cuts an imposing figure at the head of the table, his eye never leaving his wife as he replies. “I am Prince Regent, I will decide what is irregular. I wish for my lady wife to serve me today. Shall we begin?”

The way his piercing gaze drifts back to his grandsire conveys that there is no room for argument. Otto bristles slightly, clearing his throat and spreading out parchments in front of him as the meeting begins.

Every time she moves to refill Aemond’s wine cup, her cheeks heat up at the feeling of his hand drifting to the small of her back, the murmur of his quiet thank yous eliciting a ceaseless clenching in her core as he looks up at her with pride.

The meeting feels like it drags on for an eternity. She is convinced she will faint, such is the strength of the desire that leaves her aching and sticky between her thighs. It is heightened by the embarrassment of having to pour wine for Otto, Ser Criston Cole and the rest of the small council members while in a state of arousal that she knows Aemond is aware of. She wonders if the others sense it too, if her brazen lust is marked upon her like the glare of a fresh brand.

Her feet are beginning to ache. The spoiled, comfortable life she has become accustomed to with Aemond means she is not used to having to stand for such a prolonged period. She sends a silent thank you to the Seven for their mercifulness when the meeting finally draws to a close and everyone, except Aemond, files out of the room.

Aemond stands, rounding on her as she moves to clear away the used wine cups.

“Leave that.” He instructs softly, placing his hands on her waist.

His expression is soft as he looks down at her, but the dilation of his pupil is unmistakable, it causes a fluttering in her lower belly.

“You did well today, dōnus riñus.” He raises a hand, gently swiping his thumb across the fullness of her bottom lip. “You have made your husband proud.” Sweet girl.

She preens at his praise, a shiver running from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Thank you, my love, it was a pleasure to serve you.” She whispers, doe eyed and adoring.

“Hm.” Aemond cocks his head to the side. “And did you do exactly as I instructed?”

“Y-yes.” She stammers, skin flushing with embarrassment.

“Let me see.” He commands, lifting her onto the edge of the table and pushing up her skirts. He hums with approval at the sight of her bare cunny, exposed to him and practically dripping with her arousal. “Sȳres riñus.” Good girl.

She squirms under the intensity of his observation of her, fighting the urge to close her legs.

“Tell me, jorrāelītsos, how did it feel to parade about the small council without your small clothes?” Little love.

Her breath is shaky, shame blooming heavy in her chest as she utters her reply. “I-I liked it.”

Aemond’s eye flashes with excitement, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I liked it too.” He says darkly. “Such a good little wife, I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

Another full body shudder ripples its way through her as she nods emphatically. His long fingers press into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

He keeps a hand clasped firmly on her leg as the other works to pull open the laces of his breeches.

The sight of his cock is enough to have her mouth watering and her head tilts back, a whimper escaping her as he teases the weeping tip through her sodden folds.

“Such a perfect little cunt.” He grunts, pushing inside of her. “The tightest in all the Seven Kingdoms.”

She mewls piteously as the ache inside of her deepens with his every thrust, his words causing her to spasm around him.

“You are taking your King so well, such a good girl.” Aemond says huskily, fucking her mercilessly against the table. “Can you peak like this, jorrāelītsos? Will you let your husband hear your pretty moans?” Little love.

And peak she does, a trembling, sobbing mess pressed against the small council table, pleasure drunk on the praise of her husband.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Hello there, how is your day?? Can I ask for one fic for drider boyfriend series where he made reader wear his web silk (as a dress) which is very rare in his community as it shows that the person wearing it is their mate and so far the humans are only kept as pet by drider community......and reader is looking so sweet and cute wrapped up in the web silk that whole community is cooing and praising them for being a good human mate??? I found ur works yesterday and I'm obsessed.... really u are great!!! Thanx ❤

My day was good, thanks for asking! I had a cup of tea and my cat is sleeping on my lap. This is actually a long one because I like this idea a lot <3 Your drider boyfriend also gets a name in this one ^_^

Word count: 1.5K

W: sfw monster fluff

Fluff Masterpost

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“Oh no,” your drider grumbled as he cradled you on his chest. He’d made a little hammock for the two of you and you were curled up on him listening to his heartbeat while he knitted. You weren’t sure what he was referring to until you heard a scrabble that usually meant a drider was coming. 

“Vass!” a soft voice filled the darkness and another set of eyes, these glowing yellow hovered nearby. 

“Uh…hello Strix, what brings you here?” Vass asked, but he didn’t sound like he was really very interested. 

The other drider tossed a wad of silk at him and he had to grab you with two legs and pull you away to avoid getting hit with it. His knitting tumbled off of his lap and ended up tangled over some threads. He examined the fabric in his other arms, fingering the material. 

“You haven’t been practicing your weaving Strix,” he said, frowning, “this is very rough. Do you want me to help you fix it?” 

He shook out the fabric and it appeared to be some kind of garment made of white silk, but the neckline was all crooked and the stitching was visible in the uneven sleeves. The intruding drider looked horrified. 

“No!” he snapped, “it’s for the mating ceremony…f-for…for you!”

All of Vass’s eyes narrowed. 

“No means no Strix!” he growled, “I don’t care what my mother says, I’m not mating with you!” 

“B-but she said you just needed some time…and a romantic gesture…I don’t understand…she said…” his tone got harder, “I already worked this all out with her! She said you would learn to love me and you would return to the castle with me so we can rule!” 

Vass tossed the garment back at Strix. 

“I haven’t spoken to my mother in ten years,” he snapped back, “and I don’t appreciate having my life meddled with. I told my mother that when I left, and I’m telling you now. I don’t plan on mating a drider and becoming regent. I want a simple life here in the country. Nothing you or she says or brings me is going to change that! Tell her if she wants you to rule, she can adopt you! Now you need to go!” 

Strix looked like he was going to argue but Vass grabbed a knitting needle and brandished it, so the drider thought better of it and scuttled away. 

Your drider huffed, examining his ruined knitting and tossed whatever he had been working on to the side. It was tangled beyond salvation. 

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, brushing your cheek with his thumb, “I thought my mother had given up on controlling my life…but I guess not…”

You gave him a sympathetic nod. You would give him some words of encouragement, but he still kept you gagged except for when you were eating. A look of affection and then determination crossed his face as he traced your nose with the pad of his thumb. 

He patted your head and hung you back up on his web, out of the way, while he set himself to weaving something new with his silk. You could only watch his back muscles flex as he cut and sewed fabric. You fell asleep watching him work late into the early hours. 

–

You woke early the next day to the drider humming happily. He smiled at you with a knowing look while he fed you your breakfast and was practically skipping over the threads of his web while he cleaned your face and body. He spent especially long braiding the threads of your hair into an intricate style. Finally, with a big grin he tugged your clothes off of you like you were just a doll, pulling something soft and silky over your head. 

“Do you like it?” he asked, stepping back so you could inspect what he’d dressed you in. 

It was a lovely dress, the silk delicate but still crisp forming a bell shape around you. He’d somehow woven texture into it and a slightly raised pattern of vines and flowers covered you from your neck to your knees. He pushed your feet into some soft booties to match and spun you around in his arms. He seemed very pleased with his outfit and you couldn’t help but share in his joy. It was very pretty. You felt tiny and delicate next to his larger, more rugged form.

“We have some place special to go today,” he said, “you don’t have to wear a collar if you promise to hold my hand and be very good and quiet.” 

You nodded. It was very unlikely you were going to escape this city of driders who seemed to like to keep humans as pets. If you got away from Vass, someone else would take you as their own or you would be sent to a shelter. It was depressing, yes, but you’d had some time to digest the information and Vass kept you full and warm enough that it started to bother you less and less. His face, which had once frightened you, had gotten familiar, handsome even with his many soulful eyes, despite his large teeth. 

You’d promised to hold his hand, but Vass carried you in his arms to the large plaza where many other driders were gathering. Like you, many of them were dressed in beautiful robes. They weren’t all white, but it kind of made you proud that yours was. It stood out, not just because of the color but because Vass’s craftsmanship was far beyond any of the others. They seemed to all be organized in pairs, except the ones around the edges of the area who were fanning themselves and lounging in the shade. 

“Did you dress your pet up for the ceremony?” an older drider cooed at Vass, “They look so sweet, just like a mate!” 

Vass had a very smug look on his face. 

“I’m mating them,” he announced and your eyes got wide. 

The drider chuckled and waved her hand. 

“The youth today,” she laughed, “what will they think of next?” 

You got a few strange looks as Vass made his way through the crowd, but mostly driders stopped Vass to compliment your robe and try and pinch your cheeks. 

“I’m here to register my mate,” Vass said to the drider standing behind a large open ledger at the front of the court.

His eyes didn’t even look at you. 

“They have to be present to sign their name,” he said evenly. 

Vass pushed you forward. 

“They are right here,” he said, patting you on the head. 

The drider’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly but he shrugged and handed you a pen. 

“Sign here,” he said. 

You had to lean up on your tiptoes to scribble your name next to Vass’s. 

The drider took the pen back from you and smiled. 

“It is awfully cute when they pretend to be like us,” he admitted, “with their two little legs. How can they even walk?” 

He fished around in a basket and pulled out a ribbon, fastening it in your hair and then waved at another drider. 

“Arad come see this! This guy has his human dressed up as a mate, it’s so cute!” 

Vass lifted his nose, but let them lift your arms and spin you around to look at your outfit. 

“Dumpling is my mate!” he grumbled indignantly. 

The drider held up his hands apologetically. 

“Whatever makes you happy, friend,” the drider said, “I have to say this is my first mating ceremony with a human mate, but it's pretty precious. You’re going to start a trend.” 

He leaned down to your level and patted you on the head.

“Do you want to light the fire, little one?” he asked. 

His friend grabbed his shoulder. 

“Delphon, really? This is a religious ceremony,” he scoffed, but the drider waved him away. 

“Come on, it’s harmless and it’ll be cute! Look how pretty it is in its little dress and its even wearing the mating ribbon. Who’s gonna object?” 

That’s how you ended up shaking, standing in front of a hundred paired driders holding a candle after Delphon delivered the mating speech declaring you were linked to the drider until death. You had to stand on your tiptoes again to hold the flame up to the ceremonial pyre symbolizing the start of the futures of all of the mates gathered, including your own. 

A round of applause went up signaling that you’d completed the mission and you turned around to find Vass beaming at you. He swept you up in his arms and spun you around.

“That was perfect, dumpling!” he said, smooching you on the head.

You would have happily head home to go back to your warm snuggle, but the driders swarmed you. Everyone wanted pictures with the adorable human mate that lit the mating pyre. Finally, as the sun set, Vass carried you home fast asleep on his back, flipping through the pictures he took of the two of you on his phone with a smile on his face.