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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

pairing: dragon shifter! seonghwa x knight! reader (fem) x fem! oc feat. king! hongjoong

genre: fantasy au, slight angst, romance, smut (so, so much i promise <3)

summary: a knight is ordered by the king to save the princess from a fearsome dragon. this, of course, is a common fairy tale with a predictable ending — but what happens when there’s more to the story than meets the eye?

w.c: 11.3k

warnings: multiple mentions of branding, violence/injury/blood (hwa and reader fist fight jsjshs), service top! seonghwa, switch! reader, switch! oc, f/f, threesome dynamics, pet names (reader gets called love, darling, pup/puppy), big cock alertttt, blood kink…, praise, kissing, marking, long tongue kink, use of a tail (ykw i’m sayinggg), fingering (f/f receiving), oral (f/f/m receiving), deep throating, unprotected sex, masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, breeding kink, creampie, cum swap, dumbification

a/n: this was originally just going to be about dragon hwa but then i started thinking about a pretty princess and a knight and i just – also this is dedicated to my friend haru aka @stardragongalaxy as a late bday present also thank you for giving me creative (🏳️‍🌈) freedom with this fic hehe,, i hope you enjoy lovely <3 also i rewrote this thing a thousand times and i just don’t really know how i feel about it but i wanted to share it regardless so if you liked it please consider leaving some feedback <3

song recs: angel by finneas, all around me by flyleaf, kingslayer by bring me the horizon feat. babymetal, blood in the water by catch your breath, crossing over by elysion, constance by spirit box, desert rose by lolo zouaï

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As the daughter of the most feared knight of the round table, and your king’s most trusted confidant, you were thrown into the complicated web of the royal family, forced to navigate their endless strings of high expectations and saccharine lies. Instead of a sweet silver spoon in your mouth, you got used to one that tasted of iron and rust. To make matters more difficult, you were born without the perks of being a man. Expected to be quiet and prone to sewing doilies in the comfort of your bedroom, you instead doubled down on learning to sword fight, deciding to follow in the footsteps of your father. You learned early on that you were handed certain cards in life, expected to never trade them in. But you wanted more. You knew in order to receive the respect of those around you, it was imperative that you rose up to the same rank as your late father after he passed.

And so, you became a protector of the royal family, ordered to watch over the king, as well as the eldest princess. She treated you like you were just another person, one without a collar around their neck, unlike her father who sought to treat you how he saw fit. With forceful words and orders just as intense. With sweet promises, gazes full of lust, and late night visits to his bedchamber, followed with shameful walks back to your own. You didn’t truly realize your place in the cogwheels of royalty until you were caught giving the princess a gentle cheek kiss. It was then that he would discipline you. Brand you. Forever remind you of your role as the royal family’s guard dog.

Despite this fate, you wanted to prove that you could be more than a simple pet. You could be a lot more. You had something to offer. Something you could offer to the one that would receive it with a gentle smile and a heart full of warmth.

༻✧༺

Bending at the knee for the king, you didn’t stand until he ordered you to, resting your hand on the hilt of your sword, your heavy armor feeling a bit stifling from the intense stare he was giving you.

“My eldest daughter, Rosanna, as you know, has been missing and we’ve just gotten word that she’s been spotted at the abandoned castle near Crescent Falls.” Grimacing, Hongjoong closed his hands into tight fists, unable to handle that he was powerless, despite having the highest form of power any individual could possess. “But, she’s being held hostage by a filthy dragon,” he growled out of anger, his loud, impassioned voice echoing throughout the throne room.

You stood still for a moment, a pivotal memory of the princess standing near her favorite patch of roses still fresh inside your mind.

“I’m going to be leaving tonight,” Rosanna said softly, twirling a rose she was holding and admiring the soft red hue, careful not to prick herself on the thorns. “My friend said he can take me away from here.” Wanting to be careful of her words out of fear that you wouldn’t understand, she continued vaguely, “He figured out a way to protect us.”

“How?” you questioned softly, about to speak more when she shook her head, making your mouth close up.

“You know I trust you, but out of precaution, I can’t go into detail…” Rosanna gazed down at the family crest etched into the hilt of your sword, the same one that had been burned into your skin many years ago. “You know why.”

You nodded your head, knowing she could see the invisible leash her father had you tethered by, feeling shame burn into the skin of your cheeks.

Fading back into her overjoyed headspace, she angled her head down and smiled to herself, the rose petals blurring into a mess of crimson, her eyes wet with tears. “No more forced marriage proposals. No more slaving away for my father. N-no more…father…” Her thumb grazed a thorn, but didn’t let it slice into her skin. “I’m going to be free from this prison…”

Your body twitched at the sight of Rosanna’s bittersweet expression, wanting to hold her, but remaining still, knowing your place. “Is the friend…Is it Seonghwa? That apothecary apprentice you’re always talking about?” you whispered near her, glancing around your surroundings to make sure no one was listening, before leaning in. “Princess, are you sure you can trust h–”

“I’m sure.” She turned to you, pulling you further into the gazebo you were both under to completely conceal yourselves from any wandering eyes. “Y/N…” Her features softened, her eyelids lowering slightly so that she looked at you through her wispy lashes. “Won’t you come with us? We can both…” Her voice trailed off, a light blush forming on her cheeks, her fingers drifting over one of your gloved hands. “We can…be ourselves.”

You were chained to the castle, to its king, to its people. If you were to abandon your post, you knew you would be putting yourself at great risk, but…there was something very familiar tugging at your heart.

“Y/N,” Rosanna whispered, now inches away from your conflicted face, giving you a soft smile. “Don’t you want to see where this goes?”

You slowly relaxed with her unspoken permission, squeezing her fingers ever so slightly when she entwined them with yours. “I…I do, but…”

When you couldn’t form the proper words, Rosanna pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, rendering you speechless. The princess pulled away after a few seconds, rubbing her lipstick off of your face with her silk glove, her sad eyes meeting yours. “I know I’m asking a lot, but just think about it. I’m sure my father will want someone to come look for me, so I give you permission to find me.”

You nodded weakly, your cheeks feeling hot to the touch, standing eerily still like one of the marble statues that were littered throughout the garden. You were unable to react to the hug she gave you besides a small squeeze back, and only produced a small ‘goodbye, princess’ as she bid you farewell, leaving you to gaze at the sea of roses by yourself.

Before Rosanna disappeared that night, she left the rose on your bed inside your sleeping quarters. You closed your eyes and pressed it to your chest, letting the thorns prick at your skin, succumbing to the painful sting of unspoken love once again.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong snapped, making you fade out of your bittersweet memory and ignore the tightness inside your chest. “You will come back to me with my daughter safe and sound.”

Were you willing to betray the king? The one who had his tendrils wrapped tightly around you, barely allowing you to breathe? The one who would burn entire kingdoms down for his daughter? Was going against him worth the destruction he would leave behind?

“I…I will defeat the beast and rescue the princess, my Lord,” you said softly, bending at the waist the best you could to bow to him, unable to look him in the eyes.

At that moment, Hongjoong got up from his throne and walked down the steps to stand at your level. With one finger underneath your chin, he tilted it upwards until you were forced to meet his fiery gaze. With the scent of ale on his breath, he leaned in close, pressing his lips against your earlobe, murmuring pointedly, “And if you don’t come back with my daughter...” Hongjoong grasped your jaw, his thumb pressing into your bottom lip, studying your eyes for any deception. “Don’t bother crawling back to my bedchambers. You’ll be dead to me just like your poor father sitting in that cracked urn you keep in your room. Do you hear me, pet?”

Swallowing harshly, keeping your emotions at bay, your hand slowly formed a fist over your heart, feeling the prying eyes of the king’s staff burning holes into the back of your head, afraid that they all knew about your secrets, about what you were planning to do next, about everything you were about to risk. “Understood, my Lord. I will return only with the princess by my side.”

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Sitting on your knees in front of a nearby stream to take a drink and cool your body down, you went stiff upon hearing the sound of your horse nervously trotting back and forth over the forest foliage, causing you to instinctively grab the hilt of your blade. You looked around the general vicinity, trying to spot any movement around the bushes and trees that surrounded you, unsure of who or what was watching you.

“What is a knight doing so far away from home?” a deep, sultry voice came out from behind you, causing you to spin around, almost dumbfounded that you couldn’t hear him sneaking up on you, despite your careful hearing. You saw a man standing before you, one that had a dark hood on, only allowing you to see the point of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, and his smirking lips.

“I’m…here with the orders of the king,” you responded carefully, your fingers squeezing around your cold blade handle, but not pulling it out just yet. “The princess is being held hostage by a beast inside the castle many miles from here. I’m here to save her.”

The man took a small step forward, his smirk growing ever so slightly, tapping his fingers against the small black crystal hanging from his neck by a silver chain. “A beast, you say? Do you think it has piercing eyes that’ll petrify you?” He took another small step. “Or how about large, ghastly talons that’ll tear you to pieces?” He took one more step, just a few feet away from you now, his smirk turning into a grin, his canine teeth a lot sharper than you cared to admit to yourself. “Do you think he’ll try to swallow you whole? Or will he play with you instead? What do you think, knight?” When he tried to take another step, he stopped in his tracks, the razor-sharp tip of your blade pressing into his chest and drawing a bit of blood.

Your eyes narrowed at the stranger, standing your ground, having a very good idea of who he was, but choosing not to voice it. He didn’t have a weapon on hand. Taking him out while he was in a vulnerable state would be going against your code. “Everything I have. Everything I am. I will give. Nothing will stop me from protecting my kingdom’s princess, except death Himself.”

“So the king really does have you on a tight leash. What a loyal little puppy you are,” he replied disdainfully, leaning back slightly to relieve the pressure of the blade cutting into his skin. “Or are you doing this for the princess?” Seeing your eyes widen slightly, he chuckled softly. “Oh, I see. Will you free her from the tower and share a true love’s kiss?”

“Do not mock me, stranger,” you growled back, ignoring his question, the tips of your fingers turning white from how tightly you were holding your weapon. “You don’t know my motivations or my story, so kindly fuck off.”

“Got a bit of a temper there.” The man fiddled with his necklace some more, still grinning, finding delight in your reaction. Figuring he was done testing you, he bowed his head to you, his raven hair falling into his eyes. “I wish you the best of luck.” He angled his head up, giving you an intense stare, his forked tongue just barely slipping out of his mouth to lick at his lips. “Let’s see if the pretty little knight slays the dragon before he slays her.”

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You arrived at the abandoned castle by sundown, having to use an old torch to light your path through the dark, empty hallways and rooms, searching for any sign of life. Opening the next pair of doors you saw, you ended up in the library. You froze, your gloved hand still resting on the metal handle, suddenly caught off guard by the beautifully familiar woman sitting on an old velvet couch with a candle and an open book in her hand.

“Princess Rosanna…?” you called out, making her jump and turn her head to the familiar voice she wasn’t expecting to hear so soon. Upon seeing your distinct features, the princess ran up to you once you stepped foot into the room, the cold metal of your armor and chainmail causing her to let out small noises of protest. “Princess, I’m so happy to see you alive and well.”

“You came for me,” she said as though it were a revelation, slowly pulling away to get a good look at you, licking her thumb and wiping a bit of soot away from your cheek. “I’ve missed you greatly…”

“Likewise, Princess. You’ve been in my thoughts all this time. Night and day…” You stood still, looking into her gentle eyes, her thumb still pressed to your warm cheek, feeling it slowly drag downwards to your lips, her thumb moving across your bottom one. “Do I…have something on my face…?” you whispered, not even noticing when your fingers clutched her lower back.

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured back, clutching your chin, bringing it towards hers. “Should I get it for you?”

It took everything in you not to lose yourself in this fantasy you’ve created for yourselves, as much as you wanted to. It was simple, really. You were a knight under the command of the king, and she was the princess, and if Hongjoong got his way, was destined to court with a prince that was up to her standards. Regardless of the situation, she was still pure gold — untouchable and timeless. You, however, were plain ivory, doomed to crack and crumble to pieces when the time came. Would she be satisfied?

You pressed your forehead to hers, closing your tired eyes, your heart still pounding away inside your tightening chest. “We…we shouldn’t…”

“Why shouldn’t we?” she questioned as fiercely as she could, caressing both of your cheeks, her thumbs rubbing tentatively along your jaw, encouraging you to open your eyes back up to look into her focused ones. “My father isn’t here. We’re miles and miles away from the castle. Who’s going to know?”

Despite the incredible complications present in the game of chess you were apart of, you felt your once idle piece beginning to move forward across the board.

“Princess…” you whispered carefully, your eyelids lowering slightly, closing your grasp around her waist, bringing her against you. Ignoring your dizzying heartbeat, you lowered your gaze to her parted lips, ready to risk everything for the woman looking back at you like you were her…well, her knight in shining armor. “May I…?”

“You may…” she returned, waiting for you to close the space in between the two of you, your lips meeting in the middle. Instead of fireworks, you both felt like you had been submerged into a warm pool of honey, slowly enveloping your bodies in its comfort, eventually drowning you in its adherent serenity.

As one desperate, though purposeful kiss led to another, the princess slowly led you backwards to the couch, sitting you down and lowering herself down onto your lap, her lips still connected to yours. The heavy sensation of arousal buzzing throughout your mind and body clouded your thought process. All you could think about were her plush lips moving against yours like you were her only source of oxygen, her warm hands moving down your jaw and up the back of your neck to slip into your tangled hair.

Rosanna broke the kiss for a moment to whisper breathlessly, “Touch me, Y/N. You have my permission.”

Your head was spinning, but you sought to keep it screwed on tight, carefully removing your gloves to touch her body directly, though delicately, slowly moving your hands up to her waist, being drawn in towards her neck, leaving lingering kisses and licks along the warm expanse of her skin.

The princess slowly ran her hands over the rough branding that had been stamped onto the backs of your own hands years prior, her fingers hot to the touch as they drifted up your forearms.

“Princess, your skin is so hot…Are you feeling unwell?” you murmured against her glistening neck, hearing her breath hitch from your teasing words.

“Quite unwell…” Rosanna sighed softly, playing along, pulling at the strings near her chest, loosening up her dress so that it began to slip off her shoulders. “Take care of me, knight.”

Greatly encouraged by her demand, you reached out to grip her shoulders, sliding her dress down little by little, gazing at her lovely, exquisitely soft body, the one you could only picture inside your head during the late hours of the night year after year. And now she was right here in front of you. You must’ve fallen asleep at the pond and been caught inside a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

Rosanna caressed your heated face, watching you with a loving gaze, letting you take your time, despite wanting to rip her clothes off along with every single piece of your armor. Slowly, but surely, you were brought out of your cloudy headspace when you noticed a deep bite mark imprinted in her skin just above one of her partially exposed breasts — one that was fresh and bruising. “Did…Did Seonghwa do this?”

She brushed a few loose strands of hair out of your flushed face and pushed them behind your pierced ear, nodding her head knowingly. “Yes, but–”

“Princess,” you interrupted Rosanna, gently taking her wrist and giving it a small kiss, motioning to the door with a soft smile. You believed in your heart that you could take better care of her than any man could, especially one that just did as he pleased. “Let me take you away from here. We can–”

“No!” the princess cried, overwhelmed by the thought of leaving, feeling your hand loosen around her arm, allowing her to pull away from you and stand up. She pulled her dress back up and began tying it up diligently, glancing down at it instead of your concerned eyes. “I don’t want to leave, Y/N. I’m happy here.”

“Happy?” you questioned, your voice losing its volume towards the end. “You’re happy staying here in a crumbling castle alone with a shapeshifter? I know he’s your friend, but are you not afraid of what he could do to you? After he’s already done that to you?”

Rosanna held her hands up to her head and gripped her braided hair, turning around to gather herself, appearing to be incredibly frustrated. “He’s more than that to me…”

Choosing not to face the possibilities of her words, you stood up to your feet, taking a step towards her in order to turn her around, taking her hand to hold it. “Princess, you know I just have your best interest at heart.”

Rosanna squeezed your fingers tightly, desperately wanting you to see her side. “Y/N, he’s not what you think! He’s actually incredibly sweet and takes care of me.” She looked down and smiled to herself, her eyes lighting up underneath her long, wispy eyelashes. “He loves me.”

“He does?” you mumbled, your eyebrows joining together in confusion, jealousy pricking into your heart like a thorn.

“Yes, and he can take care of you too, Y/N. He has more than enough love to give.”

“H-huh…?” You didn’t understand the context of her words, but it made your throat go dry.

She grasped your chin with her manicured fingers and leaned closer, suggesting, “Why don’t you stay here? You can spend some time with him and maybe you’ll end up falling for him like I–”

A loud, ear-piercing roar rumbled throughout the castle, making you jolt, your hand settling on your sword, until another screech replaced the silence after the first, this one so powerful that it made the large bookshelves nearby tremble and shed century-old dust into the air around you.

As if she was used to this happening, Rosanna walked over to the door to lock it, sending a glare your way when you stepped in front of the door, your back against it. “What are you doing?” she questioned sharply, pushing on your chest to move you, but not being able to. “You can’t bother him when he shifts, Y/N. He doesn’t have much control over it and he’ll…”

You gave Rosanna a stern look, putting a hand on her shoulder, proclaiming, “I’ll protect you, Princess. Don’t worry.”

And with that, you turned around and ran out of the room, unable to register the many protests behind you, heading towards the sound of yet another roar, everyone’s words echoing throughout the labyrinth of your mind. Your father’s, the king’s, the princess’, Seonghwa’s, your own. You didn't know what you were doing, but you were going to follow through. The unrelenting pounding inside your chest told you to.

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You followed the sounds of growling and deep bellows, the carpeted floor below you trembling every now and then, the old frames on the walls ready to fall off of their hinges, figuring that the beast must’ve been enormous for it to affect the castle in such a way. Eventually making your way to two heavy, opulent doors, you pushed past them and entered the vast empty garden area filled with dirt and crumbled stone just in time for you to come face to face with the dragon.

It was just as big as you imagined, taking up a sizable portion of the outside area despite it being spacious enough to hold at least a quarter of the kingdom that used to reside there centuries ago. The dragon’s scales were pitch black like the night sky, but shimmered with a holographic sheen under the light of the moon that shone down from above. Its tail had to be at least ten feet long, as thick and long as one of the countless oak trees sitting inside the forest nearby, its movement reminiscent of a snake slinking around in the grass. You noticed its talons next. They could probably shred you to ribbons if it caught you in its grasp. Lastly, you were drawn to its eyes, large and piercing, striking you with instinctive fear, reminding you that you were prey. Though you wanted to continue studying its immense presence, the dragon seemed to notice you standing there challenging it with your sudden intrusion.

“You’ve finally arrived, little human,” the creature bellowed in the deepest voice you ever heard, his words coming out serpent-like and seductive. He opened his mouth, baring his elongated, oversized teeth that would most likely tear you into pieces if given the chance, his hot breath hitting the cold air. “Come here and show me what you got.”

Pissed off by his arrogance, you unsheathed your sword and began heading in its direction, circling the dragon carefully when it began doing the same thing, a low chuckle erupting from its large throat.

“What makes you think you can defeat me?” Seonghwa questioned, slamming one of his large claws down onto the ground near you, making the ground shake. “I could turn you into nothing but ash and bone. Why are you doing this?”

“To prove a point, goddamn it!” you growled back, swinging your sword at the dragon and slicing into his large black leg, watching as blood began to drip out from the wound. Seonghwa didn’t like that very much. Emitting a harsh exhale, you barrel-rolled out of the way of his large claws when he attempted to stomp on you, having to run in the opposite direction, the dragon hot on your tail.

“And what point is that, you little pest?” Seonghwa growled, swiping at you, but missing due to your fast reflexes, your sword already making contact with the center of his claw, making him groan out in pain.

“That I’m much more suited to take care of Rosanna,” you grunted, ducking out of the way of its large talons, unable to take a breath before his tail swung in your direction, forcing you to jump over it before it made contact with your body. You let out a laugh that sounded just as arrogant as you wanted it to, giving the dragon a crooked grin. “You seem to be struggling to take out a ‘pest’ like me, so I think I came at the right time. She needs me. Not an egotistical beast like you.”

A large amount of smoke suddenly began emitting from the dragon’s nostrils, a strange glowing light slowly becoming visible from the center of its stomach. “Now you’ve done it, knight. No more playtime.”

You backed up a bit, observing your surroundings for the best escape route before it was too late. Seeing a large crumbling staircase behind you, you turned around to head up the steps, a few strands of your hair starting to float up into the air as though there was an electrical charge in the air. “Oh, fuck!” you exclaimed, as a large zap of lightning with a purple hue hit the steps in front of you, turning them to dust.

“Run away, little puppy. Let’s see how far you make it,” Seonghwa challenged in a guttural manner, watching as you continued your way up the stairs and headed down the opposite side of it. He lifted himself up into the air with his expansive wings and sent another burst of lightning in your direction, finding it amusing how the old concrete wall he hit far above you started falling around you in large chunks, causing you to leap out of the way of them and tumble down the rest of the stairs.

“Shit…” you whispered to yourself, feeling a bit dizzy, but forcing yourself to get up and grab your sword, before starting to run away as fast as you could, the large flaps of the dragon’s wings behind you sending fear into your thumping heart. Before you knew it, you were back inside the forest you had navigated earlier, the vines and foliage crunching underneath your worn down boots. A few trees near you suddenly erupted into flames once the violet lightning struck them, slowly falling in your direction, the roots preventing them from dropping completely.

“Poor puppy isn’t fast enough,” Seonghwa commented gruffly, inhaling, little sparks of lightning exiting his mouth, before a large amount of it shot out past his fangs, heading quickly in your direction.

Glancing back out of the corner of your eyes, you ducked underneath the trees and continued running, diving into a nearby river at the last second when the zaps of electricity touched your back through your chainmail, feeling it shoot up your spine. Cringing from the pain, you forced yourself to stay underneath the dark surface of the water, despite it being freezing enough to shock your body, your limbs starting to grow numb with each passing moment.

Landing back onto the ground with a thud, Seonghwa began to stalk around the river in a calculated manner, keeping his head low to gaze down into the water, watching carefully for movement. “Come out and face me, knight,” he commanded fiercely, annoyance laced into his words. “So that you may submit to me.”

Unable to hold your breath any longer, you forced yourself out of the water and grabbed onto the dragon, holding onto of his large twisted horns as he lifted you up into the air. “Submit…to me, beast!” Using the adrenaline in your system to your advantage, you grunted and swung your sword upwards, slicing off a portion of his other horn, hearing him growl deeply in response. Just as you had made your decision to attack him, Seonghwa had sent one of his claws up in your direction, slicing your forearm and chainmail up the middle, then cutting into the side of your jaw and up to your cheek in one clean swipe.

Watching you wince and shut your eyes from the pain, Seonghwa feigned concern, “Aww, poor little puppy has a cut. Will you crawl into a corner and lick at your wounds?”

The sweat from your hand caused you to let go of his horn, eventually falling back down into the freezing water below, your blood leaking out into the murkiness around you. “Fight me as yourself, Seonghwa!” you called out once you got your head above the surface, coughing and sputtering to get the water out of your lungs, ignoring the pain pulsing from your wounds. “Don’t be such a fucking coward!”

Angered by your words, Seonghwa pressed one talon into the small black jewel that was lodged into his large chest, causing a misty puff of smoke to appear around him.

Too busy swimming to the edge of the river, you didn’t notice Seonghwa’s disappearance as you climbed out of the water, your chainmail falling off of your body, exposing your thin top underneath. You stood up and stumbled a bit, feeling your armor start to grow loose on your body from how soaked you were, opting to just rip them off out of frustration with your current state, gazing down at the droplets of blood hitting the ground below. Suddenly sensing a different presence, you turned around just in time for a naked Seonghwa to send a punch in your direction, hitting you square in the jaw where you were bleeding from, sending you back into a nearby tree. “Augh…” you groaned, glaring at Seonghwa through your hazy eyesight, able to catch his next fist with your hand now that you were ready for him.

“Just give up and submit to me already,” Seonghwa spat, grabbing you by the collar of your top and getting up in your personal space, growling into your face. “Get down on your knees and admit I’m better.”

Now that Seonghwa was this close, you couldn’t look away from him. He was annoyingly handsome, despite looking disheveled as all hell. Pretty black hair, a few locks of it falling into his striking face. High, pointed cheekbones. Plush lips. Definitely kissable. What were you even thinking? It must’ve been the blood loss that had you acting like this.

“Did you hear me, knight?” Seonghwa leaned in closer, staring you down with an intensity that frightened you, amongst other things.

“Uh-huh…” You couldn’t really think. You were too distracted by his eyes. They were as blue as the ocean you’ve only seen in pictures. Entrancing, like the waves had crashed into you and swept you under, pinning you in between currents.

“On your knees!” He slammed his hand against the oak beside your head, bringing you out of your headspace. He waited for you to finally give up, but grew unceremoniously stunned when you answered him by sending the blood that had pooled inside your mouth straight into his face.

“You get on your knees and suck my proverbial cock, dragon shifter,” you returned aggressively, sending your fist up into his chin, causing him to bite onto his tongue and stumble backwards, almost tripping on his own tail. You pursued him, temporarily distracted by the man’s actual cock swinging in between his thighs. It was big. Way bigger than what you were used to seeing amongst the knight’s guild. Well, he was a beast after all. This distraction proved to be too powerful, allowing Seonghwa to sweep his tail underneath your feet, sending you down onto the rough ground in order to pin you underneath him.

“I didn’t think you had all of that in you,” Seonghwa huffed out, his heart racing from the adrenaline pumping through him, his pupils resembling marbles.

“Yeah, well, I did…” you mumbled, trying to breathe properly with his weight pushing down onto you, your own heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

Blood dripped out of his open mouth and landed on your face and neck, dribbling down the center of your chest, your soaked top glued to your skin. “Y/N…”

Thrown off by the use of your name, you tried to pull your wrists away from his tight grip, gently biting into your cut lip. “Wh-what?”

“I can smell your arousal…” he admitted under his breath, leaning his face down closer to yours, happily devouring the sight of your uncharacteristically flustered expression. “Why are you wet, knight?”

“Because I fell into a fucking river!” you snapped, trying to ignore the heat emanating from your face and the pulsing from in between your legs. Seonghwa moved one of his knees into between your legs so that you couldn’t close them, pressing it up into your mound and causing some friction, leaving you breathless.

“Don’t deny it, pup. We’re both adults, after all. You can admit that you want me. It’s okay.” Seonghwa pressed his lips onto your jaw, licking at the congealed blood that was left there, making you shiver.

“It’s just the adrenaline rush, okay? That’s the only reason I want this…” you mumbled to yourself, not wanting to admit to yourself that you’ve wanted Seonghwa since you came across him at the pond earlier that morning. And you definitely didn’t want to admit that you needed him after seeing what he was capable of doing. Needed him to treat you like a little play thing that he could simply swallow up. Perhaps you were a hypocrite for questioning Rosanna earlier.

“Take your trousers off. Panties too. I want to see how soaked you are for me,” he commanded gruffly, letting go of your wrists and sitting up, his tail slowly moving around in a snake-like motion around him, the ribbed tip of it flicking at one of your ankles. Seonghwa was looking down at you like you were his next meal. His next target to claim. To mark. You were going to be his just like Rosanna.

You sat up and pressed your back against the rough bark of the tree behind you, forcing your shame down into your throat and pulling your wet trousers off, tossing them onto the grass next to you. You swallowed harshly, hooking your fingers into the sides of your see-through panties, blushing deeply at the sight of the man in front of you. He was drooling, for starters. Breathing hard and heavy like he had just got done running. Burning holes into your skin with the intensity of his gaze, waiting to see you bare for him. You wondered just how much shifting into the headspace of a beast affected his normal thought process. Would he fuck you like a beast too?

“You look like you’re about to eat me,” you commented, pouting a bit.

“Not yet, puppy,” he replied in a low, calculated tone, his eyelids lowering slightly, the look in his eyes sending a jolt of fear down your spine. “I’ll save that for later.”

You saw a flash of black when you blinked. “Oh–” you barely got out, not even able to respond to his words, looking down at your bare cunt glistening with your slick, your panties split down the middle and falling into a pile on the grass. “Really?”

“You were taking too long.” Seonghwa moved closer to you so that he could get a good look at you. “Mm, you're a soaking wet mess just like I thought.” The tip of his tail slithered up and over your mound, making you gasp, eventually moving up and underneath your tank top, ripping it off of you.

“Does this thing have a mind of its own?” you asked with concern, watching as his tail wiggled in between your tits, fighting the urge to give into him completely, wanting him to continue leading you.

“No, this is all intentional, my love.” Noticing your gaze trailing his tail and the way it coiled around one of your tits, he licked at his lips, moving it up towards your mouth. “Get it wet for me.”

“G-get it wet?” you squeaked, your heart skipping a beat at his choice of words from before, not appreciating how soft it made you feel. “For what?”

Seonghwa shook his head slightly, blowing a bit of air out of his nose, amused by your reaction. He adored watching you submit to him little by little. He couldn’t wait to see what you looked and acted like when you were like putty in his claws. “So that I can fuck you properly,” he replied calmly, reaching out to grab your jaw, coaxing it open. “Don’t you want to be filled, knight? I can guarantee you’ll feel pleasure you didn’t even know existed.”

How did you get here? You were there to save Rosanna and be by her side and what were you doing? About to let her dragon shifter lover enter you with his tail? Now why on earth would you–

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“Just like that, pup. Just like that,” Seonghwa praised in between pants, watching as his tail slipped in and out of your open mouth, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat with each sloppy thrust, knowing he could stop at any second but not wanting to. His cock was too hard. Twitching. Shiny and red, and drooling just like he was. He was completely unable to take his eyes off of your watery ones and the way your throat contracted every time you choked on him. “You’re–fuck–doing so well. I…promise I’ll reward you. Don’t worry.”

You blinked your tears away, doing your best to relax your throat and breathe through your nose, trying to make sense of what was going on. Trying to understand why this was the most pleasurable moment of your life. Realizing that his tail must’ve been some kind of erogenous zone. Wondering what it’d feel like to get stretched out by it. Tempted to demand for him to fuck you with it. If only you could use your voice.

Sensing your desperation, Seonghwa slid his wet appendage out of your throat, letting it slide down your body, leaving a trail of spit behind. “You look like you want to say something, my sweet,” he mused, reaching towards your glistening chin to wipe some of the spit away.

“Inside…” you mumbled under your breath. “I want it inside.”

Seonghwa smirked, tilting his head to the side. “Want what?”

“Your…tail…” Your cheeks burned incessantly, making sure to swallow down the saliva that persistently filled your mouth. “I want it inside, Seonghwa. Give it to me.”

Taking in your delightfully submissive gaze, Seonghwa brought your chin in his direction and pressed a kiss beside your swollen lips. “Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“Give it to me before I chop it off and see if it regrows,” you returned snidely, feeling his grip tighten around your chin, his smirk growing wider.

With his thick tail coiled once around one of your thighs, Seonghwa used the tip of it to thrust steadily into your squelching hole, not completely sure how long he had been going at it for. It felt too good to think. “You haven’t felt pleasure like this for ages, have you, knight? You’re so wet…like it’s the first time you’ve been fucked by something other than your fingers,” he sighed out, running his own fingers up to your hips and holding them, feeling them jolt routinely against his touch.

“I’ve never…felt this before…” you replied in between breathless moans, trying to hold onto his shoulders for support, your hands starting to slip off of them from the sweat that had been coating the both of your heated bodies. “It shouldn’t feel this good…”

Seonghwa leaned in closer to lick at the cut on your lax jaw, tasting the remnants of blood, studying your feverish expression, figuring you were getting close again. “Just wait till you have my cock inside you instead.”

You squeezed around his tail again, making him groan, grabbing at his horns instead to keep from falling backwards, feeling the jagged edge of the one you sliced off earlier with your calloused fingers. “Seonghwa...shit…I don’t know if I can…nnngh…” You were already making such a mess on the dragon hybrid’s lap, your clear arousal spilt all over your joined thighs and lower abdomens, some even coating his already dripping cock.

“Shh, my love. You can let go now…Just let go and feel…” Seonghwa whispered into your ear with such gentleness it sent you over the edge once again, launching you into an endless abyss of pleasure, one that you weren’t even sure if you could crawl your way out of. What happened to your mission? Where was Rosanna? What would she think if she found you like this, being fucked beyond comprehension by the very individual that you swore to protect her from?

“Seonghwa, please, I can’t,” you begged near the man’s ear, your vision starting to fade in and out, your thighs shaking uncontrollably, unable to believe that his tail was still pistoning in and out of your tightening hole at a rapid speed.

“You can and you will,” he suddenly demanded raspily, burying his face into your neck and sinking his teeth into it, marking you just like he wanted to.

You came again, this time so hard, your ears began to ring and your vision faded out completely, passing out from exhaustion and not being able to witness as Seonghwa came all over himself, not even having to touch himself to do so.

༻✧༺

Rosanna stood in her bedroom with her arms folded across her chest, observing her lover holding you in his arms and gingerly walking up to her. You were sleeping soundly, your naked body limp, covered in bruises and cuts. “What did you do to her, Hwa?”

“We fought. She wanted to prove herself. She got me good too.” He walked up to their shared bed and laid your body down, pointing up to his sliced horn, not able to see the bruises left on his face.

Rosanna reached up to it, concern etched into her face, then looked down at you, running her fingers near the deepest cut on your arm. “You took things too far, Hwa. You were supposed to convince her to stay, not this.”

“She’s not as fragile as you think she is, my love…but, yes, you’re right. I’m trying to control myself in that state. It’s proving to be a bit more difficult.” Seonghwa turned around and walked to the other side of the room, gathering up a few jars of herbs and potions so that they could heal your wounds.

“How does it make you feel?” Rosanna asked, taking some of the jars from Seonghwa and opening a few of them, in order to prepare a mixture.

“The thoughts are taking a longer time to leave my head when I return to my normal state.” He handed Rosanna a mortar bowl and watched as she began crushing up the mixture inside.

“What kind of thoughts are you having?”

“Earlier, in the forest…I wanted…” he started, his blue eyes trailing your naked body, watching as your chest rose and fell, studying your closed legs, wanting to be in between them. “I wanted to own Y/N. Breed her. Until she couldn’t move. It was such a visceral feeling too, but I…I held myself back for the most part.”

“You’re waiting for my permission, hm?” Rosanna asked, turning the herbs into a fine paste underneath the pestle she was using. She chuckled at Seonghwa’s obedient nod, reaching over with her free hand to stroke his hair. “You can have her, darling. Whatever you want, as long as she wants it too, you can give it to her.”

Seonghwa wiped his mouth to prevent any drool from falling from it, watching as Rosanna began placing the paste onto your wounds with a soft hum. “Do you think she’ll stay if we show her how much we want her?”

“I would like to think so.” Hopeful, Rosanna sat down on the edge of the bed and began petting your hair. She rested her hand on your cheek, smiling softly as you turned your head towards her palm, but didn’t wake up. “Though it has to be her decision.”

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You woke up to the feeling of a warm washcloth gliding across your abdomen, as well as two fingers running over the scar tissue of your brand, the trickles of water making you shiver. “Mm…” Once you opened your eyes, you blinked a few times to get used to the golden light pouring inside the room through the open window, eventually focusing on Rosanna, who sat in a chair beside the clawfoot tub you were laying in. “Princess…”

“Y/N….I know my father…he…” she started in a weak voice, gently tracing the insignia that was etched into your skin. “He’s a monster for doing this to you. I wish I could’ve done something to protect you. I…should’ve been by your side. I just didn’t know if he had control over you…if you were close to him like your father was. That’s why I kept to myself for so long, but that was…so selfish of me.” She closed her eyes, a tear falling from them once she looked at you, clearly struck by grief. “I’m so sorry…”

Hesitating only for a moment, you lifted your hand out of the heated water and caressed her cheek, rubbing her tears away with your thumb. “Don’t be sorry. You did what you had to for your own protection.” When Rosanna placed her hand over yours and leaned down further, you gave her a soft smile. “We’re two sides of the same coin, Rosanna. We both wanted to protect and take care of each other, but there was always something caught in the way.”

“And now…?” she whispered, dropping the washcloth in favor of holding your face, watching as you sat up.

Sighing softly, you pressed your forehead to hers. “Now, there’s nothing left to stop us. I see that now.”

She sighed as well, exhaling out all the worries, rage, grief, and despair she had felt for so long, instead drawing in everything that you were when she pressed her lips to yours. You kissed her back, sharing a gentle exchange of love and warmth, until it grew more desperate, more passionate, wishing it could somehow allow you to convey the myriad of things you felt inside that you simply couldn’t verbalize.

Breaking the kiss, Rosanna slipped out of her silk robe and climbed into the tub onto your lap, pressing kiss after kiss wherever she could, focusing on your neck once she heard the small breathless sounds you couldn’t help but let out. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Hmm?”

“Feels good…”

“Yeah? Do you want more?”

Smiling at your quick nod, her hand slid down in between your wet bodies, groping gently at your breasts, before slipping one, then two fingers inside you, chuckling softly at your surprised gasp.

“Rosanna,” you moaned, heat consuming your body and soul, tossing your head back just as she began to pump them in and out of you, her thumb pushing into your clit every time she filled you.

“What is it, Y/N? Tell me.”

Swallowing saliva down your throat, you gripped her thigh, pleading with your eyes. “Let me fill you too.”

Rosanna nodded her head at your request, emitting a choked gasp as you pushed two digits into her entrance as well and tried to match her thrusts, the both of you eagerly trying to bring one another to the same peak of pleasure. “That’s it, Y/N. Just like that…”

You leaned forward to bring Rosanna into an open-mouthed kiss, thumbing her clit with your other hand with as much quickness and pressure as she was offering you, moaning and gasping into her mouth, your bodies beginning to shake and tremble against one another’s. “Rosanna, please, please cum for me…”

“I’m cumming, Y/N,” she cried out, resting his head in the crook of your neck, her cunt spasming around your fingers, until they were slick with her release. Rosanna felt how tight you became around her own fingers, squeezing and rubbing your clit until you let out a silent cry and squeezed her shoulders for comfort.

Trying to catch your breath, you gazed at her until the bathroom door opened behind the both of you. “Rosanna…I…”

“Seems like you two are getting along quite well,” Seonghwa interrupted cheekily, striding across the cracked tile floor and reaching down to pet both of your heads, his fingers slipping through your hair.

Rosanna nuzzled Seonghwa’s hand, smiling to herself. “My love, won’t you take us to bed?”

“T-to bed…” you murmured to yourself, your cheeks hotter than the surface of the sun upon thinking about what had occurred the night before.

Seonghwa gave Rosanna’s forehead a kiss, before turning to you, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up over his shoulder, finding the squeaks you let out to be insanely adorable. Turning around to walk out of the bathroom with Rosanna at his side, he licked his lips, already drooling. “Let’s go, pup. I think it’s about time I eat you.”

“E-eat me?” you gasped, trying to bring your head up to look at Rosanna with pleading eyes, blushing even harder when she smacked your bare ass and chomped her teeth down in a teasing manner.

༻✧༺

“What’s wrong, pup?” Seonghwa asked huskily in between long, drawn-out licks to your reddened, puffy folds, his long tongue reaching from your clit to your tighter entrance each time, admiring the distant, glazed-over look in your dilated eyes. “Aww, already fucked dumb and I haven’t even bred you yet, hm? Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels so good, Seonghwa,” you slurred out, unable to react to the feverish expression etched into the dragon shifter's face besides biting into your bottom lip, idly grasping at the princess' wrist for support.

“I bet it does. Hwa’s really good with his tongue,” Rosanna mused, suddenly blocking Seonghwa’s view of your face when she placed her knees near either side of your head, craning her own head back to give him a perverse smile, much to his enjoyment. She pulled back slightly to gaze down at you, carding her fingers through your sweaty hair. “Want to show me what you’re capable of, my knight?”

Dumbfounded, you stared up in between her thighs, swearing you were witnessing heaven itself. “I…wow…Yes, Princess, please let me show you,” you answered her, having to swallow saliva down before you choked on it.

Chuckling softly from how endearing you were, she positioned her cunt down onto your mouth before you could say anything else, your eyes rolling back slightly as soon as you tasted her sweet warmth on your tongue. “Mmmn…”

You instinctively wrapped your arms around her thighs, lapping at her folds up to her clit like an obedient pet, encouraging the princess to stroke your hair lovingly and rub herself on your open mouth out of pure desperation. “Yeah, just like that, pretty girl. Keep it up.”

Fueled by Rosanna’s praise, you let go of one of her thighs to play with her clit, your moans sending pleasurable vibrations through her, unable to register the rest of her breathless praise from how distracting Seonghwa’s tongue was due to the way he kept shoving it in and out of your pulsing hole.

Seonghwa spread your lips apart with two fingers in a V formation, using his thumb from his other hand to rub and swipe at your swollen clit, not giving you a chance to instinctively buck your hips away from him, using his tail to wrap around you and hold you down. “Uh-uh-uh,” he teased in a muffled voice, pushing his slick appendage so far inside you, your vision started to fade out.

You kept licking and licking, flicking and flicking your tongue up the princess’ throbbing pussy, opting to shove your tongue into her hole just like Seonghwa kept doing to you, losing yourself completely in the white hot pleasure that was pulsing through your entire body. There was no knight. No princess. No dragon. Just endless pleasure at your disposal. It was only when a hot gush of liquid spilled out into your mouth and went down your throat that you came to, squeezing and kneading Rosanna’s trembling thighs with your weak hands, drinking it down until there was no more.

Panting heavily, Rosanna climbed off of you and encouraged you to sit up, leaning her flushed face towards yours, dragging her tongue up past your bottom lip and into your mouth, tilting her head to bring you into a deep kiss, lowering one of her hands down to squish and pull at one of your tits. She opened her eyes up slightly to gaze into your barely open ones, her tongue coiling around yours, swapping spit and warm arousal with one another.

Once Seonghwa slurped your abundant arousal up into his mouth and licked his lips clean, he sat up as well, before standing up on the mattress in front of the both of you, idly grabbing your other tit, rubbing your nipple around with his thumb. “Do you like being filthy with your lovely princess, Y/N?” he questioned you in a gravelly voice, gripping the back of your head, as well as Rosanna’s as soon as you made a muffled sound of approval, alternating the position of your heads, deepening the kiss between the two of you, making the both of you moan into each other’s mouths. As soon as spit began to drip down your chins, Seonghwa emitted a low growl from the back of his throat, slowly slipping his cockhead in between your open mouths, groaning as you both began sucking on opposite sides, your tongues and lips working in tandem to slurp on his twitching length.

Knowing Seonghwa had been waiting for his chance to mate you, Rosanna slowly pulled away, wrapping her fingers around his cock and guiding it to your mouth, watching as you gingerly allowed it inside, the corners of your lips stinging from his size. “That’s a good girl, Y/N. You can take it all, right?”

You nodded your head quickly, sitting up on your knees to suck him off properly, holding onto his hips for support, trying not to gag when Seonghwa suddenly bucked his hips forward, forcing his cock down your throat, stretching it out.

“Mmmm, look at the pretty little knight with the dragon’s cock stuffed inside her pretty little throat. Isn’t it a beautiful sight, my love?” Once Rosanna nodded in approval and moved some of your hair out of your face, Seonghwa zoned in on you with glowing eyes, hunger visible on his arousal-stained face, the tip of his forked tongue swiping at one of his elongated fangs as he began to fuck your throat, thrusting steadily and enjoying all the gurgled noises you made. “Yeah, that's right. Get it nice and wet for me so I can breed that pretty pussy of yours, pup.”

You kept your mouth open as wide as possible for as long as you could, almost feeling lightheaded from the way his hot, heavy length kept pushing past your throat, gasping as soon as he pulled out and used your spit to slick up his cock, along with the abundant pre-cum that dripped from it. Seonghwa was breathing too heavily to speak his mind so you looked to Rosanna for guidance.

She kissed your cheek and hugged you lightly, rubbing your lower back in small circles. “Are you ready to take him, Y/N? He’s been waiting to become one with you, but only if you’re ready for it.”

You looked back at Rosanna, smiling softly, your body and heart full of warmth for her. Once you pressed a kiss onto her cheek as well, gingerly lacing your fingers with hers. “I’m ready.” Rosanna nuzzled you with her cheek, before looking up at Seonghwa, reaching up to pat his hip, causing him to spring into action.

In a head-down, ass-up position on the stiff mattress, you made sure to keep your eyes on the large, throne-like chair that was positioned at the foot of the bed, zoned in on Rosanna’s sweaty, shuddering body laid back against the seat, her fingers pushed deep inside her. “Oh, Princess…” you sighed out, overcome by the sight of her, but also taken by Seonghwa’s heavy body pressing down into your back, his cock ramming you forward with each powerful thrust. She gave you a lustful look back, breathing heavily and emitting soft moans of pleasure, pleased with the sight of her dutiful knight being fucked to hell and back by her precious dragon shifter.

Seonghwa chuckled darkly into your ear, hardly out of breath, despite how hard he was ramming into you. “Do you like the way Rosanna is looking at you? At us?”

“Yes,” you admitted shakily, a few beads of sweat dripping down along your neck and lower back, making you shiver, your throat hurting from how dry it was after breathing and moaning so heavily. “It feels so good…having her watching me…”

His tongue slithered out to lap up the sweat that dripped down your neck before it trickled onto the bed, eyeing the fading mark on your neck and sinking his teeth into it to make a fresh one, pleased with the strained moan that reverberated out of your throat. Seonghwa picked up the pace, his claws closing around your hips, hunching over and fucking into you like a ravenous animal, asking into your ear, “Tell me, do you want my kin inside you, Y/N? Do you want me to breed you like a proper mate?”

Locked into a delirious state of pleasure, barely able to focus on Rosanna’s increasingly blurry body jolting and sinking down into the chair as she met her climax, you found yourself nodding as quickly as you could. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted each time Seonghwa pounded himself into you, overcome by a delirious amount of pleasure once you felt his tail slide underneath your body to swipe and rub along your swollen clit, the rough scales sending almost painful strikes of pleasure into your core. “Breed me, Seonghwa. Breed me and make me yours.”

Seonghwa met Rosanna’s gaze, his lips curling into a blissful smile once he saw hers, knowing both of their wishes were coming true. You were his, and she was yours — the three of you allowed to mingle inside a space of your own, without any threats, able to join each other at a pinnacle of love for as long as your hearts desired. “As you wish, my love,” Seonghwa replied breathlessly, flipping your body around and facing you, using the tip of his tail to press into your clit in just the right way to make you let out a choked sob, your arousal coating his throbbing cock. “I’m going to fill you now. It’s coming, beloved.”

You tossed your head back onto the sheets below your head, about to fade away completely when Rosanna sat on her knees near the edge of the bed, beginning to run her fingers through your hair and leaving kisses on your cheek and earlobe, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement into your ear. Seonghwa’s relentless thrusts and the sudden intrusion of his cum flowing into your womb and filling you up to the brim sent you over the edge once again. You yelled out for them, reaching out your hands as well, feeling like you would drown in ecstasy without a way to come back to the shore. Seonghwa took your hand in his and held it tightly, leaning down against your body, still sheathed inside you, keeping you full of his love. Rosanna held your other hand just as tightly, pressing her cheek against yours, neither of them letting go of you.

༻✧༺

Turning your sore, bruise-riddled body in the velvet sheets, you faced the two slumbering individuals beside you, studying their features bathed in the moonlight that was peeking through the stained-glass window. Your dear Rosanna was wrapped up in Seonghwa’s arms, being held protectively from anyone or anything that wanted to do her harm. She held him back, her fingers clutching at the ends of his raven hair, her face displaying complete and utter peace. When you first arrived, you remembered the serenity etched into her features, her eyes diligently studying the book she was reading in the library. You remembered how Seonghwa looked at her anytime he was near her. With sparkling eyes full of love and longing.

Perhaps they didn’t need you.

You suddenly sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, holding two fingers over your heart, feeling it hammering inside your ribcage, your chest tightening up uncomfortably. Without thinking, you stood up and walked over to your clothes to begin putting your trousers on.

“I know things are complicated for you, but you shouldn’t go back to that monster of a king,” Seonghwa said in a hushed voice, already sitting up against the headboard, brushing his fingers over Rosanna’s hair as she slept soundly.

You craned your neck back to look at the man, swallowing hard, the warmth inside your heart telling you that everything you felt before wasn’t a fluke.

He ran a hand through his bed hair to smooth it out, leaning his head against the wood behind him. Sensing your apprehension, he sought to quell your fears. “I’m truly sorry I gave you such a hard time before. I was acting out of selfishness. I couldn’t accept that you offered her something I couldn’t…”

Your grip loosened from the material that was hanging from your hips, letting it pool around your feet below. Seonghwa reached out for your hand, prompting you to take it. He squeezed your fingers, his eyebrows upturned with regret. “Please forgive me, Y/N.”

You squeezed his fingers back, sliding back down onto the bed to leave a peck on his cheek. “I forgive you, Seonghwa. It’s okay. I…couldn’t accept that either, actually. I wanted to be the one that saved her. That took all her pain away. I wanted to be…her prince.” You laughed weakly at your own words, shaking your head, but Seonghwa looked at you with deep understanding. “I’m just a knight with some rusted chain-mail. But…I’m happy being whatever she wants me to be.”

Seonghwa gave you a genuine smile, one that filled you with comfort. “She wants you to be you, darling. She fell in love with you…not the knight of the round table…” His voice drifted off as he pressed his lips to your cheek, closing his eyes. “Not the loyal guard of the king…” Another kiss, this one just beside your lips. “But you, Y/N, the softhearted, tenacious woman that’s underneath all the heavy armor you wear. That’s who she fell in love with.”

“So…I’m enough?” you asked under your breath, as though you were ready to crack and crumble underneath the weight of your words.

“More than enough.” As Seonghwa encased your cheeks with his slender fingers, he brought you into a real kiss, letting you whisper a broken ‘thank you’ in between kisses. He brought you into his arms, giving you another gentle reminder, “You have a place here. With us. With her. I promise you.”

Once he let you go, you leaned your head in the crook of his neck, gazing down at Rosanna who was still sleeping soundly in his arms, tears threatening to leave your eyes. “I’ll stay...” Seonghwa nodded to himself in silence, rubbing your shoulder with his hand and pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You held your hand out above Rosanna’s head, wanting to touch her hair like Seonghwa had done earlier, but hesitating out of habit like you had done for many years prior.

Seonghwa took your trembling hand and guided it down to the princess’ head. “It’s okay, Y/N. You’re safe here. You don’t have to hide anymore.” He looked at you with his soft sapphire gaze, studying your softened expression for a moment, before looking down at Rosanna. “She wanted you to stay the most, you know. She’d stand at the windowsill right over there day after day, waiting for you to come. All this time.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw your teardrops land onto Rosanna’s cheek and slide down onto the sheets in small splotches. Seonghwa sighed to himself, wondering if you had finally removed the last piece of armor you had on.

Rosanna’s eyes fluttered open when a tear landed on her eyelid, concerned by the sight of your immense display of emotion. She reached up to touch your tear-stained face, immediately asking, “Y/N, are you okay?”

You nodded, taking her cheeks into your warm hands and leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto her lips. Once you pulled away, you heard her make a small noise of protest at the loss of your warmth, causing you to let out a chuckle. “I’m more than okay…”

She wiped a few of your tears away with her thumbs, gazing up at you. “Then why are you crying, my love?”

Taking in a deep breath, you pressed your forehead onto hers, whispering, “I love you, Rosanna…since the very beginning, I’ve loved you with all my heart.”

Rosanna blushed heavily, suddenly wrapping her arms around you and pulling your body flush to hers, burying her face into your neck so that you couldn’t see how much you had affected her. “I love you too, Y/N. More than you know.”

“Once more,” you requested against her ear, eventually meeting her uncharacteristically shy, but passionate gaze.

“I love you, Y/N,” she answered with all the passion she could conjure up, relieved that you looked just as flustered as she did.

Your thumb pressed into her bottom lip, wanting to feel it move under your skin when she recited the spell that she now had you under. “One more time…”

Rosanna clutched the back of your head with two hands, her heart still skipping a beat when she said, “I love you…”

“As do I, Rosanna. Always and forever,” you returned, encouraging Rosanna to press her lips onto yours, your bodies melding to one another, making you forget about everything else entirely. You had finally made your last move on the chest board. It was entirely worth it.

Seonghwa reached down to pet the tops of your heads, thankful he could witness a happy ending being written right in front of his eyes, the ink still wet to the touch. Though the books ahead were still full of blank pages, the first was finally complete, ready to be put back onto the shelf in favor of a new one.

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Here is the final part of the bi4bi books posts!

I'd appreciate it if you let me know if there are any more bi4bi books that I didn't include here 💕

Books listed: They Never Learn by Layne Fargo If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia The Drowning Summer by C.L. Herman Case Sensitive by A.K. Turner Missing, Presumed Dead by Emma Berquist Her Soul to Take by Harley Laroux Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao City of Shattered Light by Claire Winn City of Vicious Night by Claire Winn The Light Years by R.W.W. Greener The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza by Shaun David Hutchinson Tell Me Anything by Skye Kilaen Her Scarlet Letters by Cat Giraldo Break Free by Raleigh Ruebins Modern Divination by Isabel Agajanian Caroline's Heart by Austin Chant The Door Into Fire by Diane Duane The Stone Prince by Fiona Patton Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner Wolf, Willow, Witch by Freydís Moon When the Stars Alight by Camilla Andrew Love at First Set by Jennifer Dugan Cleans Up Nice by Margo Phelps Educated by Nellie Wilson Queried Sick by Dallas Smith Chance Agreement by Margo Phelps Sirens & Muses by Antonia Angress Release by Suzanne Clay Orphia and Eurydicius by Elyse John Crown of Starlight by Cait Corrain To Beg or Not to Beg by Cat Giraldo Two Winters by Lauren Emily Whalen Electric Idol by Katee Robert Neon Gods by Katee Robert The Scandalous Letters of V and J by Felicia Davin The Spinster's Swindle by Catherine Stein Rocky Mountain Freedom by Vivian Arend Um traço até você by Olívia Pilar Biforia by Rebecca Romero Escalando Você by Rebecca Romero Entre estantes by Olívia Pilar → translated Between Bookshelves by Olívia Pilar Honor Among Thieves by Rachel Caine Victories Greater Than Death by Charlie Jane Anders The Stars Undying by Emery Robin Legend of Korra: Graphic Novels Harley Quinn: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour Novels Seven Days: Monday–Sunday by Venio Tachiban Brimstones and Roses It Would Be Great If You Didn't Exist My Werewolf Girlfriend The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur Xeni by Rebekah Weather

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farity · 8 months

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Sorrow, part 5

Elyse awoke to find herself being held, and for a moment began to panic.

This man didn't stink of liquor, she thought as she tried to steady her breathing. When she dared look up, she saw his pale hair falling like a curtain over his shoulder, his aquiline features at peace as he slept, and realized she was in bed with her new husband.

Aemond had both arms around her, one holding the bedcovers secure round her back, and the other on her elbow. Her hand was on his chest and she felt her face warm and her fingertips tingle at the touch.

When she lifted her head, his eye opened, looking around for a moment before meeting her gaze. Her panic had faded when she'd realized it was him, and she gave him a small smile before pulling back.

"I'm sorry you ended up sleeping here, I'm sure your own bed is more comfortable."

He regarded her for a moment before raising an eyebrow. "It is much more comfortable, indeed." He groaned as he sat up and she looked away as he stood, away from the sight of so much bare skin and muscle.

There was a knock on the door and the young maid from the previous night came in. "Your Highnesses," she curtsied. "We have guests for breakfast."

"Who?" Aemond asked immediately, unaware of any scheduled visits.

"I don't know, my prince, I was just sent to make sure you are both in the dining hall by the next bell." She quickly took the tea tray from the night before with her before leaving.

"I will have a lady's maid sent to you," Aemond told her before going back to his own rooms, and Elyse found herself missing his warmth.

* * * * *

"Take whatever you need from my coffers, I want her to be comfortable. Clothes, anything she may need."

"Of course, Your Highness."

Aemond had asked three different servants and none of them knew who was visiting the keep. It was highly unusual and dread began to take hold in his stomach. He added a second dagger to his belt, wondering if he would need every weapon he had at his disposal.

He had woken up to find his wife looking up at him and a shock of need had barreled through him. Her fingers on his chest, her hair tickling his nose, he'd never woken up with a woman in his arms before and had wanted nothing more than to push her onto her back and lose himself inside her. And he'd known it was the exact thing that would send her running, so he'd left the room as soon as he could.

What she had told him earlier had horrified him and reinforced his belief that he had done the right thing in taking her with him. He could only hope that with time she would leave all that pain behind and be happy someday. With him.

"Aemond."

He turned and found that every thought and worry had fled his mind.

Elyse stood before him wearing a simple grey gown, her hands clasped together as usual, her blond hair had been braided and falling in a single plait over one shoulder. At her neck was a tiny red gemstone handing from a thin gold chain. That, and the plain silver ring that he'd managed to procure so hastily were the only two adornments she wore.

He would speak to his mother about opening up the jewelry vaults.

"Elyse," he said, savoring her name. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, giving him a small smile, and took his arm when he offered it. "We shall have to get you a grander ring soon," he said and she immediately brought her hand up.

"I like this one," she said softly, looking down at her wedding ring, "it's what you gave me when we married." She thought for a moment, then added, "I should choose not to change it."

Something bloomed in Aemond's chest, and he felt that most distressing of reactions, heat behind his good eye. He cleared his throat, and said, "well then, maybe some ear bobs. You shall tell me what-"

She stopped walking as they entered the dining hall, her hand digging into his arm, and he turned to see what had upset her.

"No," she whispered.

He looked at the two men standing next to his grandfather and his mother - a tall man wearing a wicked sword at his hip, and next to him, his wife's former brother-in-law.

"Aemond," Ser Otto said, and Elyse felt terror begin to envelop her, like black shadows covering her shoulders and chest. Her eyes landed on the table, and she rushed to grab a knife from one of the settings.

She put the knife to her throat and turned to face their guests. "You shall not take me."

"Elyse," Aemond said gently, but she gave no sign of hearing him.

* * * * *

She was going to slit her throat in front of him and Aemond was not going to be able to stop her, to reach her in time, and he would fail in the one thing he had promised her - that she was safe with him.

"Come on, sweeting, let us go home, where you belong."

"Elyse," he said again.

He could rush and tackle her, or grab her arms, but he wasn't sure she wouldn't harm herself in that split second.

"Please," he begged.

"Elyse, stop these silly games-"

"You laughed," she sobbed, blade still at her throat, "you laughed while he hurt me!"

Aemond's eye went to his mother, who was now staring at Elyse with something beyond worry. What have you done, mother.

"You cheered him on! When he couldn't fuck me because he was too drunk, you gave him your dagger to use on me!"

The old lord had the grace to look mortified for a moment, but Elyse wasn't done.

"He stuck that hilt inside me and you all laughed while I screamed and bled on that floor," she continued as tears fell down her cheeks. "While he hurt me so badly the maester said I would never bear children."

Aemond turned to his grandsire, who was looking like he might be sick. "Elyse," he tried again. "Wife."

At that, she turned to him, and saw her eyes focus on him.

"I will not let him take you."

"Promise."

He extended a hand to her. "I promise."

She looked at him for a few seconds and he could swear his heart stopped while he waited for her answer.

Elyse brought the knife down slowly and let Aemond take it from her hand. He placed the knife in his jacket pocket and wrapped his arms around his wife. "I will never let him take you. On my life, Elyse, I swear it."

He looked over her head and glared at his mother and grandfather. "Will you be throwing them out now or shall I have Vhagar deal with them?"

"I shall ally with the Princess Rhaenyra," the lord spat out.

Ser Otto sighed. "I am sure the Princess will welcome your three horses and ten soldiers, my lord. Now, leave while you can."

While the argument continued, Aemond led his wife back to his chambers.

* * * * *

She was cold, so cold, and couldn't stop shaking. Aemond kept speaking to her and it wasn't so much the words but his soft, soothing voice that began to seep into her very bones.

He had the maid start a fire in his rooms, and had settled her on a large chair, with enough blankets around her to survive a Winterfell year. "Tea," he'd barked at some other servant, "with something to make it sweet," and a minute later a tray was brought.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

He held her while she cried, the shame and embarrassment coursing through her only adding to her fears. How long would this man tolerate her constant tears, her nerves?

"Don't be." She felt him kiss her hair, and then he was pushing her braid out of the way to examine her neck. "I want to make sure there's no mark."

He tilted her head this way and that, and then kissed her temple.

"Thank you," she said softly, and felt Aemond's lips trail down her jaw, to where she had pressed the knife against her skin. He kissed the spot, his breath warm, and she shivered.

"Drink your tea," he said, pulling back, and handed her the cup. "Are you warm enough?

At that she smiled shyly. "Yes, thank you."

He sat on the floor next to her as she sipped at her tea. "Shall I have breakfast brought in?"

"I'm not hungry," she replied, "but you must be."

* * * * *

He had the kitchens send in a huge breakfast, hoping to tempt her to eat something. She'd finished two cups of tea, and when he offered her a morning bun covered in spiced sugar, she took a small bite.

Aemond began to tell her about his routine, what his day was usually like, what his interests were. She listened and drank more tea, and took small bits of food that he handed her.

But he noticed that she liked the morning buns best of all, and he would tell the servants to ensure the kitchen staff made them every day.

"I will be speaking with my mother and grandfather," he said when they had finished eating, "and I wish to know if you would like to be present."

She pressed her lips together, and he noticed some golden sugar at the corner of her mouth. "What will you say?"

"That if they do not stop acting against our marriage, we shall leave King's Landing."

"You do not need to do that."

"Elyse, I will not spend our days wondering what the next plot is. We are married, and they will accept it."

"But now they know," she smiled sadly, "that I cannot give you children."

Aemond rose and walked over to where she sat. "Aegon has children," he told her, "and I did not marry you for the ones you might give me."

She said nothing, but when he smiled down at her, she raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"You have some sugar here," he nodded at her mouth. He reached over to brush it off and saw the way her cheeks turned pink at his touch. Her eyes were huge as she gazed up at him, and he wanted her, so badly.

To his surprise, she grabbed his hand and kept it against her face, closing her eyes for a moment.

When was the last time she had been touched with kindness? When had she last slept without fear of being woken up to be mistreated?

She stood then, and reached up to place her other hand on his cheek. "Will you show me?"

Anything.

She'd trusted him with all the details of her personal hell and the least he could do was show her the scars of his own. He reached up and pulled off the eyepatch, and waited for her reaction.

She turned his face to the side, her fingertips exploring the scar, he thought, since he had little feeling on most of that part of his face, but when she reached up and placed a kiss on the very bottom end of it, he closed his eye and felt her warmth seeping through him.

He reached down before he could think about it twice, and kissed her lips. Her soft gasp had him stopping himself before he could haul her up against him, but she didn't pull away, and he didn't stop the kiss.

She linked her arms around his neck and he dared grasp her waist, lightly, until he felt her sink against him. He dared not deepen the kiss, but her mouth was warm and sweet against his and he could wait, he could wait as long as she needed to take things further.

When she sighed, pulling back, he whispered into her hair. "Elyse."

There was a small knock at the door. "Pardon me, may I take the trays?"

He turned to nod at the maid and then took Elyse's hand. "Let's go have that conversation.

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#hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen #hotd smut #aemond x oc

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storybookprincess · 4 months

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i really don't think sailor moon gets enough credit for how unbelievably convoluted the world building & lore get. folks who only watched it as kids or are casually familiar probably consider it to primarily be a show about cute girls fighting evil in tokyo

and yeah, okay, it is about that, sure, but the cute girls are actually all reincarnations from previous lives in a kingdom on the moon. the moon kingdom had an era of peace known as the silver millennium, when it was ruled by queen serenity, but in the 30th century there is ANOTHER silver millennium & this time it's NEO queen serenity in charge, who is a reincarnation of usagi who is a reincarnation of princess serenity from that original silver millennium. usagi is not the original queen serenity, though, and the second silver millennium happens on earth in the city of crystal tokyo (which is what tokyo will become in the 30th century) rather than within the moon kingdom. but there's also a secret hidden kingdom in the center of the earth called elysion that works in tandem with the moon kingdom to protect the planet, so keep that in mind. and we haven't even factored in the sailor wars that have raged throughout the universe since the dawn of time!!!!!!!

i have no idea what the fuck that paragraph says & i'm the one who wrote it. honestly the casual fans are right -- we are all so much better off considering this the "cute girls fight evil" anime & not liquifying our brains trying to figure out what in the fresh hell is actually going on

#ohhhhh jojo is so ridiculous & there's all this time travel in dragon ball #none of these shows can hold a candle to whatever the fresh fucking hell is happening in sailor moon #liv speaks

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fairygeek777 · 2 months

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Can you tell us more about your Sailor Earth OC? 👀

Oh my goodness thank you for asking!!! I'm going to be greedy and use this as an info dump, hope that’s okay anon! 🙏

For starters, I should mention that Sailor Earth is a redesign/alternate fandom recycle of my main oc Genevieve Marena. She was originally created in 2018 for the Fairy Tail fandom and started with the name Hoseki Ishi.

Gene's thing was always diamonds, gems and minerals. So when I became obsessed with- *ahem* I mean, Got into Sailor Moon, I could not resist the urge to draw her as Sailor Earth. I drew her within a month of reading and buying the first 2 volumes LOL.

This is the art from August 1st 2022

Since then I fell utterly in love with Dream arc, Mamoru and any version of him, Elysion, the Golden Kingdom, Helios’ role as a guardian priest and literally anything related to the Earth as Naoko Takeuchi wrote of it.

I was also low-key upset about how 90s was treating Mamo and Usagi, so I ironically made her the senshi that defends the love of Serenity and Endymion and protects their happiness lol.

Thinking about her more seriously as I am now deeply attached to Sailor Moon, I have a working summary of how I imagine her.

I explored her various designs for the series back in Summer 2023 (again after finishing the manga)

More recently, I've been brainstorming how to more efficiently include her in the Sailor Moon story. I've been doing light research on Mythology, becoming more familiar with Astrology and crystals. I was honestly struggling quite a bit when it became clear that Earth is almost excluded from Astrology. That is, it's not treated in the same respect as Mercury or Neptune etc. are.

I also knew that I didn't want to make her a Princess, that would be like replacing Endymion as the heir to the planet. And I was not about to make her the child of NQ Serenity and King Endymion. So I thought I might make her somewhat like Chibi Moon. If there can be two Sailor Moon senshi, then I say, why not two Earth guardians? Then I noticed that Pink Moon is actually the term for April's full moon. So I thought I could do something with that to make my Sailor Earth stand out (since it is obviously a very unoriginal idea in the first place) but I have yet to find a similar thing for Earth.

Basically Earth is much less interesting than literally any other heavenly body to astronomers and astrologists so I'm working with very little lol.

Anyway, I decided she'd be an Elysion Priestess and that she was given the powers of a Sailor Senshi to protect the Earth and her prince. She goes to the surface and attends Rei’s school, T.A girls academy.

More recently, I was watching Eternal for like the 1 millionth time and it has always bugged me that the 2 Maenads look like they are from the Moon.

They look more like Queen Serenity than someone from Earth.

So, no offense to Takeuchi my girl, but imma change that. Because unfortunately I feel like things from Silver Millenium like the Twin bun hair on these two overlap too much with what should be unique to Earth. (But that is a blog for another day, so I digress) The two Maenads are now Gaia and Terra. Gaia becomes Sailor Earth and goes to the surface as Hoseki Jinsei and her Lavender Earth Crystal forms.

See these two? One of ‘em is Gaia.

Also, since it is already shameless enough to make a Sailor Earth self insert, I'm inserting my late cat Flash and his name is Apollo because Moon kitties are from Mau therefore any planet can have one not just Moon senshi. But also cuz I miss the hell out of him and I can't look at Artemis without thinking about him.

As of right now, this is the general concept of my Sailor Earth:

Name: Gaia

Gender: female

Civilian Name: Hoseki Jinsei

Senshi name: Sailor Earth

Sailor Crystal: Lavender Earth Crystal

Family: Terra (sister?/mother?) Helios (brother)

Occupation: Elysion Priestess

Partner: Apollo (white kitty with heterochromia from Mau, Artemis' twin brother)

Again, thank you so much for giving me the chance to info dump :3

#sailor moon #pretty guardian sailor moon #my oc #fairy answers your questions #fairy info dump #sailor moon oc #sailor earth #my sailor earth

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dedicatednotobsessed · 2 years

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Could i request a fluffy one-shot for Daemon please?

Baby needs cuddles from his lover reader. Set when he is still heir to the throne? They could talk about a future where she would be his queen.

Please and thank you 🥰❤️

Of course! For more Daemon/Matt + other HOTD character/actor requests, shoot one through my ask box 🖤 This is my first time doing Daemon so I hope you enjoy 🥰

The Rightful Heir [Daemon Targaryen x Reader]

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OC

Summary: Elyse & Aemond are wed.

Warnings: language, smut at the end of chapter, mentions of blood, losing v-card, f-receiving 🥵

Word count: 4316

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A wedding was surely a sign that the realm was headed toward prosperity. The Dowager Queen Alicent was convinced that three weddings must be a blessing from the Mother and Maiden.

She journeyed to the Sept often to pray for good fortune to all parties involved, as whispers of Septa Alicent spread throughout the Keep.

She did not mind. Alicent found comfort through her prayers. The Sept seemed to be the only place she could think freely, without someone grappling for her attention.

She prayed often for the health and wellness of her children. For the prosperity of the seven kingdoms. For peace throughout the realm.

She often found herself praying for Princess Rhaenyra.

Within the same moon, Baela Targaryen would wed her cousin Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaena Targaryen would wed her cousin Lucerys Velaryon, and Aemond Targaryen would wed Elyse Baratheon.

Alicent sat within the Sept, eyes shut, head bowed in prayer. Her auburn curls obscured her face as her lips moved in silent prayer. The light of several hundred candles cast shadows around the room. Alicent’s hands were laced together, the skin around her nails just starting to heal. She rubbed her finger across the jagged healing skin of her opposite hand.

Tensions were still high between the blacks and the greens. The opponents stood facing each other as though matched against one another on a chess board. Flittering about the realm, waiting for the other to strike first. Alicent had heard rumors of Prince Daemon camping at Harrenhaal, something that would need to be dealt with sooner or later, regardless of Rhaenyra’s answer.

Princess Rhaenyra had complications from her labors and was still contemplating the terms delivered by Otto Hightower, nearly a month prior. Alicent had petitioned for the Princess at court, allowing her all the time she deemed necessary for her health. Another day without an answer was another day without the threat of war. And for now, that was enough.

Alicent thought often of Rhaenyra.

When Rhaenyra departed King’s Landing Alicent urged her to return. Though Rhaenyra had agreed, something had kept her at Dragonstone. Alicent had not received a raven stating why the Princess had been delayed returning.

Perhaps she had misunderstood Rhaenyra’s intentions to return. She tried to disguise her hurt feelings.

Rhaenyra had a habit of breaking Alicent’s heart, whether she understood that was what she was doing so or not.

Alicent reopened her eyes as she ended her prayer. Glancing up at the statue of the Mother, a soft smile danced across her lovely face.

Her second son would be marrying and for that she was grateful. Everything was appearing to be going as planned. Aegon was king, and Rhaenyra would accept the terms the crown provided. She had to accept the terms.

Alicent rose from her knees and turned to leave. She would return to the Sept again asking the gods for their good fortune.

The wedding was a small affair, in the royal Sept.

Helaena had helped Elyse prepare, along with Jeyne and Tasha. Her dark curls had been pulled from her face, some hanging loosely down her back held by a braided crown. Several silver pins adorned her hair, as though stars in the night sky.

The wedding gown was lovely, Elyse had seen it nearly a week prior for a fitting. The color of a shimmering pearl, with Myrish lace designs of a forest at the hem. A lonely doe stood out between the lace pine trees that trailed up towards her waist.

Elyse only wished she had some kin present. She yearned for her mother’s touch, for her father to give her away. Though she was thankful for the Targaryen family she loved, Elyse couldn’t help but feel something missing. It made her happy remembering Aemond’s promise to journey to Storm’s End.

Helaena had kissed both her cheeks, eyes wet with tears as she admired her companion. She now stood next to her mother as the ceremony progressed.

Aegon had escorted Elyse into the Sept, presenting her to his younger brother. Aemond stood, clad in green so dark it could be mistaken for black. His long hair flowed freely down his shoulders.

“You may now cloak the bride, and bring her under your protection,” the Septon announced.

Elyse stiffened as Aegon removed the gold cloak decorated with a black stag. In normal circumstances, her father would be the one to remove her cloak, but Lord Borros was not in attendance at the small affair. The King was the only suitable other option.

Elyse felt suddenly cold without the weight of the cloak and she gazed up at Aemond. The Septon ushered her to turn.

Elyse turned her back towards Aemond kneeling slightly, as he draped the green and gold cloak on her shoulders; the emblem of House Targaryen gleamed proudly on her back. She could feel his hands upon her, lingering a moment before pulling away.

“With this kiss, I pledge my love,” Elyse spoke softly, “and take you for my lord and husband.”

“With this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife,” Aemond said, his eye never leaving Elyse’s face.

“Let it be known that Lady Elyse, of House Baratheon and Prince Aemond of House Targaryen, are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who dare tear them asunder.” the maester finished. Aemond’s eye met Elyse’s gaze.

He placed his hands in hers before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. As he pulled away, a blush crept onto her cheeks.

The feast afterward was small as well, but lively with dancing and merriment. Aemond and Elyse sat together between members of the royal family.

“I only wish Daeron was able to make it,” Helaena lamented, “you know how fond he is of feasts.”

Elyse smiled, taking a sip from the wine in front of her. She had been slowly sipping her wine all evening and had yet to dance, her nerves getting the best of her.

“Daeron is fond of everything,” Aegon told his sister, causing her to frown.

“I do not think he is fond of caterpillars,” Helaena retorted, causing Aegon's eyebrows to raise. Elyse heard Aemond chuckle beside her.

“You see when we were children,” Helaena began before pressing her lips together, “oh never mind.”

“No no, go on,” Aegon said, curiosity written on his face. It was Elyse’s turn to suppress a chuckle.

“Well,” Helaena began, cheeks reddening, “I didn’t know he did not like them, and so I thought he would look lovely with some atop his shoulder. They complimented his outfit greatly.”

Aegon’s mouth dropped open as he laughed.

“Who in this family have you not tormented with your creatures?” he accused, and Helaena laughed.

“She used to make me reach spiders for her in the garden, I assume that counts,” Aemond said, though his smile was kind.

Elyse hummed in agreement before a laugh escaped her lips. She felt warm with the conversation, and the unity she felt with officially joining the family. Elyse caught Helaena’s eye then and the girls smiled at one another.

Elyse did not notice Helaena’s smile falter as she turned to converse with Alicent, who informed her there would be no official wedding ceremony. Elyse felt relief course through her.

“Come,” Aegon said suddenly rising from his chair, “honor your king with a dance, my lady.”

Elyse was not sure how her relationship with Aegon would be from here on out. Though sometimes he was vile, sometimes he was kind. And he was her king after all. She glanced at Aemond before taking Aegon’s hand.

“You honor me, your grace,” she said, as he led her to the dance floor.

Aemond watched every move Aegon made as the dance began, ready to rise from his seat at a moment’s notice.

“Congratulations, brother,” Helaena spoke softly, Elyse and Aegon in her line of sight.

“Thank you, sister,” Aemond murmured.

Helaena looked at him then, a small smile on her face.

“Take care of her,” she told him, causing him to turn. Aemond’s brow furrowed at Helaena’s dreamlike expression.

“Hel?” Aemond said, bringing his hand to hers.

“As storms end, storms begin,” she told him, returning her gaze to the dancefloor.

As the feast wound down, the newlyweds were escorted to their shared apartments. Elyse felt strange about saying goodbye to the chambers she had grown in.

These new apartments seemed almost too grand. A large antechamber opened up to a grand room, with high ceilings. A great fireplace roared with a recently lit fire, casting a warm glow around the room. Towards the rear was an enormous four-poster bed, big enough to comfortably sleep four or five people.

A chaise and some other seating were placed near the fire, along with a table full of bread, cheeses, and fruit. A pitcher of wine accompanied the food, with two goblets waiting to be filled.

Elyse walked around the room, admiring it. She turned to face Aemond, who was watching her carefully, drinking in her flushed expression.

“I once told you, that you would be much happier with Lord Maceon,” he said suddenly, unable to contain himself now that they were in the privacy of their own chambers.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace and the beating of Elyse’s heart. Though she hoped Aemond was unable to hear it from where he stood across the room.

“I remember,” she told him, eyes wide.

Aemond’s face softened. He walked towards her, taking her hands in his. He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. Elyse felt her chest warm at the comforting gesture.

“There was truth in that. But I wish to try; to make you happy,” he murmured, eyes downcast.

Elyse tilted her head to the side. Dropping one of his hands she brought her hand to the scarred side of his face. Aemond suppressed a flinch as she pressed her soft hand to his face. Elyse was silent a moment, waiting for him to meet her eyes.

Aemond felt his heart hammering within his chest, but forced himself to look upon her. Her blue eyes were wide, full of adoration.

“I just want you,” Elyse breathed, Aemond’s eye closing at her words. She could feel him leaning into her hand, his resistance shattering.

Elyse felt herself smile at his vulnerability. She had never seen Aemond like this before. He opened his eye as though reading her mind. Aemond had an alarming habit of knowing her thoughts.

He placed a kiss on her hand before walking back to the door. Elyse’s brow furrowed, worried for a moment he was going to leave. He instead moved to throw the lock across the door, before turning back to face her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Aemond asked, a dark look in his eye. Elyse swallowed, anticipation tingling beneath her skin.

Aemond sauntered towards her. Elyse stuck her chin up as he came to face her. He brought his hand up to caress the face of the woman he adored.

“Aren’t I always?” Elyse teased and Aemond tutted.

“Do you know what I’ve been thinking?” Aemond asked, his voice dangerously calm.

Elyse shook her head not trusting her voice.

“About that night after the coronation. How you knew what you wanted from me,” he said, flexing his long fingers for good measure.

“Have you touched yourself before sweet Elyse?”

Elyse's breath hitched in her chest.

“Yes,” she admitted, cheeks darkening.

“Did you think of me?” He asked, violet eye wide.

Elyse said nothing, confirming what he already assumed to be true. Aemonds face broke out in a ravenous grin.

“Turn for me,” he commanded and Elyse obeyed. She could feel Aemond’s hands at the laces of her gown, nimble fingers undoing the restraints of her corset. Not a moment later, the gown pooled to the floor, leaving Elyse in her shift.

Helaena had chosen the shift she wore, smooth silk trimmed with Myish lace. Much fancier than she was used to.

She could feel her breath turning into pants, her face burning red, as she turned to face her husband once more. Elyse chewed her lip, stomach flipping with nerves. It was as though she was on dragonback yet again.

Aemond’s eye never left her face as he sunk to his knees before her.

“Which do you prefer?” He asked, beginning to play with the hem of her silk shift.

“What?” She asked. He had a terrible habit of distracting her. He cocked his head, clearly pleased with the effect he was having on her.

“I simply wish to know if my lady prefers. My fingers or yours?” he asked her.

Elyse felt her lips part with the question, gaze dropping to his long, slender fingers. Her toes curled remembering the feeling of those digits inside of her. Pressing against her most secretive place.

“My lady?” He inquired at her silence.

“Yours. Always yours.” She admitted, face flushed. Aemond hummed in approval.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice rough, disappearing beneath her skirts. She felt his hands pull down her small clothes, before hitching one of her legs over his shoulder. She wobbled momentarily, regaining her balance with the new position.

Elyse felt the sharp curve of his nose press against her most intimate spot, and inhale deeply. Elyse blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed at his action.

“Aemond-” she began, but he only growled.

“Do you have any idea what this does to me?” he purred. Elyse shook her head, forgetting Aemond could not see her. He nipped her inner thigh with his teeth causing her to gasp.

“No” she breathed and she could feel him humming against her.

“I think about this cunt always. For years I’ve dreamt only of this.” Elyse whimpered at his confession, feeling herself growing wetter with his words. Aemond’s fingers dug into the meat of her thighs.

“I am a gentleman. I was forced to restrain myself far too long against your temptation.” He murmured against her.

“I’ve dreamt of you,” she said, through her whimpers. Aemond smiled beneath her skirts. “Always of you…oh!” Aemond licked her then, from the bottom of her slit to the top, his tongue exploring every inch of her. His lips circled her clit, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive pearl.

“Aemond…oh gods,” Elyse moaned as he thrust his tongue up inside her. He brought a hand to her buttock, spanking it harshly. Elyse yelped at the smack before his hand squeezed relief into her cheek.

“My prince,” Elyse corrected feeling the warmth spread through her at the memory.

There are no gods here, only me.

Only him beneath her skirts. Only his tongue, gods that tongue that curled into her in a way that made her forget all sense of dignity as she cried out continuously.

Elyse felt the hand on her buttock push her more into his face. She worried momentarily about how Aemond was supposed to breathe with her so entangled around his head, but the thought left her mind as the pleasure built within her.

Her release began to build, a wave creating over her ready to crash against the shore. She cried out as his tongue thrust into her, probing the spot he discovered that first night together. The spot Aemond knew could have her sobbing his name.

“Aemond!” She cried and he nearly came himself at the sound of his name bubbling from her lips, in a pleasurable cry.

He removed himself from beneath her skirts, letting her hooked leg slide down to the floor.

“Bed,” he commanded and Elyse eagerly obliged. Aemond discarded his boots before climbing on top of her, ridding Elyse of her shift. Naked as her nameday, gooseflesh began to blossom on her flesh in the cool air.

Elyse’s hands found the hem of his shirt and he assisted her in ridding it from his body. Elyse felt her eyes widen as she admired the smooth planes of his chest, the muscles that roped his arms. She brought her hands to the waistband of his trousers, and though they shook with nervous excitement, she was able to undo the ties.

Aemond’s cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach causing Elyse’s lips to part. She wet her lips then, looking up at Aemond for instructions on what to do next.

A groan escaped Aemond as he latched his mouth to her breast. Elyse squealed with delight as he circled her nipple with his tongue. He lavished the sizable mound with hot licks of his tongue, nipping the sensitive skin with his teeth sure to leave her chest littered with lovebites. Leaving a trail of kisses on her breastbone he made his way to her other breast to give it the same attention.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her, “you have no idea how long I have wanted this.”

“Aemond,” Elyse cried, as her thighs clenched together. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she ached to sheath him inside of her. Aemond simply hummed against her, content with taking his time, as she ran her hand over his silky hair reaching the strap of his eyepatch. Aemond froze then, every muscle in his body at attention. Elyse noticed his shoulders tense.

“Let me see you,” she begged. Aemond’s violet eye met hers before giving Elyse a curt nod.

Gently, Elyse removed the strap revealing the sapphire underneath. Aemond kept his eye locked on her, reading her reaction. Though he felt his shame course through him, he refused to look away. Elyse traced her fingers over the scar, before feeling the cold gem.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

Aemond kissed her, long and hard, using the hand that did not hold him above her to move her thighs apart. Elyse was slick and dripping from her earlier release and his continued attention, as she felt him press against her center.

“This may hurt, only briefly,” he warned between kisses and she nodded, pressing her forehead to his.

“It’s alright,” she told him. Elyse was ready to become a woman. To truly become Aemond’s wife.

Aemond slowly pushed his length into her, the stretch causing her mouth to fall open. There was a moment of sharp pain causing her to whimper as Aemond split her in two. Aemond brought his mouth to her neck, meaning to distract her from the pain with the pleasure she enjoyed.

He pressed into her slowly, stretching her out, until he bottomed out in her cunt. He clenched his teeth at the feeling of her tight, wet, heat pulsating around him.

Elyse dug her fingernails into his shoulders leaving crescent-shaped marks. There was a moment of fire deep within her womb as their bodies fully connected for the first time.

Aemond allowed her a moment to adjust, before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward sending a wave of pleasure through Elyse's body. She dug her nails harder into his shoulder, gritting her teeth together at the enticing sensation of pleasure and pain.

Aemond brought his hands around Elyse’s head as he plunged himself into her, their bodies flush against one another. Elyse wrapped her legs around his waist desperate to aid him in his passionate thrusts, as the pain ebbed completely. Elyse moaned beneath him as he placed a kiss on her jaw.

“Aemond,” she whined and the prince smiled into her.

Aemond swore he could live off of Elyse’s moans and nothing more.

“Yes, my sweet girl?” he purred, causing Elyse to whimper.

Elyse felt her pleasure creeping up her back once more, the pressure in her abdomen twisting and turning, wound so incredibly tight. A dam soon to burst open.

Tears leaked from her eyes as Aemond continued his even, long thrusts into her. His teeth scraped her neck and she dug her fingers deeper into his shoulders.

“Please,” she begged and Aemond’s cock twitched within her. How Aemond adored when she begged.

“Fuck,” Aemond moaned into her shoulder and he pounded into her, his strokes slow and relentless. “You’re doing so well, so good for me.”

Elyse could only moan in response as Aemond pulled her pleasure from her. As Aemond stared into her eyes Elyse felt an immense pressure well in her chest. Aemond grinned at her expression.

“Does this feel good?” he crooned, as she whimpered below him. His voice sent a wave of pleasure rippling down her spine.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Elyse’s walls began to flutter as the peak of her pleasure washed over her. As Aemond felt her cunt clamp around him his thrusts became sloppier as found his own release, emptying his seed into her warm cunt.

He stayed seated within her as her cunt milked him for all he was worth. He swore that it was paradise, the feeling of Elyse’s silky walls constructing around him. The two lay together still conjoined, pants turning back into slow breaths.

As he pulled himself from her warm sheath, he watched as their mingled releases spilled from her opening. The blood of her maidenhead pooled on the sheets below her.

Elyse tangled her fingers in his hair as he lay beside her, feeling suddenly very tired.

Aemond allowed himself a moment, basking in the post-coital haze, placing kisses on every inch of skin his lips could reach, before he rose from the bed. He placed his arms under Elyse, lifting her from the bed with several furs.

“What are you doing?” She asked sleepily, as he laid her on the chaise.

“My lady wife shall not sleep on bloodied sheets,” he told her as he tore the sheets from the marriage bed. Elyse had wondered whether or not she would bleed, she had enjoyed riding horses throughout the years of her youth.

Elyse sat up and watched him, the dull ache between her legs reminded her that she had become a woman. A wife. Aemond’s wife. She smiled softly as he discarded the sheets.

Aemond turned to her and Elyse’s lips parted with her gasp. He was so beautiful; lean, taught muscles everywhere, long silver hair, and sharp features. And that blue sapphire eye of his that sparkled in the candlelight, as though winking at her.

Elyse let herself admire him, even as her face flushed while he watched her.

Aemond felt himself growing hard again as she gazed at him, her eyes falling toward his waist.

A hungry look clouded his eyes and Elyse smiled coyly at him.

“My prince?” she asked him, as he prowled over to her.

“Fuck the sheets,” he murmured capturing her lips in a kiss.

“Fuck the bed,” he breathed between his kisses, hands gripping her thighs pulling her towards him once more.

After several rounds of lovemaking, Elyse lay draped over Aemond’s chest, her fingers entangled in his strands of silver hair. She could feel the tips of his fingers tracing shapes on her upper arms.

The sky was a startling shade of violet, golden light beginning to bathe the room. Though her mind was foggy with the pleasure she experienced, a question played in her mind.

“Why a sapphire?” she murmured, feeling Aemond’s head turn at the sound of her voice. She looked up at him between her lashes.

“Why do you ask?” he said, in a voice rough from the late hour.

“I once heard it was a ruby,” she told him, causing him to chuckle at the gossip. Elyse smiled at his amused expression.

“Why not an amethyst?” she questioned, fingers dancing over his pectoral muscle, watching as it flexed beneath her touch. She wondered why he had not chosen the gemstone that matched his eye. Aemond hummed at her question.

“I’m rather fond of this shade of blue,” he told her, before rolling until he was atop her again, nudging apart her thighs. Elyse let out a soft whine; she could feel his hardness pressing at her entrance, desperate to be buried within her again. She happily obliged.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed it 💚

#aemond fic #aemond x original character #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen smut #aemond smut #aemond fanfiction #house of the dragon aemond #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x fem!oc #aemond targaryen fic #oc: elyse baratheon #aemond x original female character #original character #hotd smut #hotd fanfic

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arjengelly · 7 months

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My darling Kou… one day I’ll get your hair right

#sailor moon #sailor moon cosmos #sailor moon chaos #chaos moon #paradox moon #cosmic dreamland #parallel sailor moon #kousagi #kousagi tsukino #silver elysion #year 3000 #ai art #wombo dream

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Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/19/2024) Episode: Family Joy

The “nana nummies” did indeed help little Elyse warm up to her auntie, who soon found herself fielding questions about her plans after graduation.

“I’m not sure what I want to do yet” she replied shyly, turning the question around on Rhys. “How did you decide you wanted to be a pro gamer?”

“Well…” Rhys began “I never really enjoyed school, so I skipped university and got a job doing tech support at Rainy Day’s E-Sports facility. The players there all seemed to love what they did so much that I gave the local tournaments a try. Eventually I got recruited to the team, and the rest is history.”

“So far I’ve really liked school and the performing arts club,” Jade replied, “so going to University with my friends or sisters could be my thing.”

“I’ve heard University is a great place to build skills and figure out what to do with your life.” Wren chimed in “If you went, you’d be the first sim in our family to do so.” “Par” Isra interjected “Remember the time we went to Foxbury to watch Luigi play his final University E-Sports match only to discover he’d been told he wasn’t allowed to participate because he’d already graduated? That was wild!”

“...and that’s how my sister Gemma and I ended up ��borrowing” a thousand simoleons from my parents and buying back our friend Claudia’s horse“ Jade finished up, laughing “Silly Auntie!” Elyse giggled “Come play dollies?” “Sure!” Jade replied, following her over to the large dollhouse.

As her par’s firstborn entertained her own, Isra scooted over next to the silver haired sim and quietly asked “How are you doing?”

“Its surreal, having her here” Wren replied “When we left, I thought I’d never see my baby again, and now she’s right over there. I can’t thank Luigi and his grandfather enough for showing you how to travel safely between nations.”

Isra smiled “Me either. Luigi was oddly excited to meet a legacy spare; the way he acted when I told him Jade would be at Skye’s party, you’d think he was part of a legacy himself!” she laughed “That boy is so self-absorbed, he’d probably be intolerable if he was an heir like Ophelia and Gemma.”

As they finally prepared to leave the park, Isra gave her sister one last hug. “I can’t wait to spend the next few days with you! I arranged time off and childcare so I can show you all the hot spots, and on Spooky Day you can dress up for the costume party at our place for Luigi’s son’s birthday.”

“Is his son named Mario?” Jade asked with a sly smile. “No!” Isra laughed “he’s Skye. Luigi can’t wait to meet you actually; just don’t be surprised if he keeps turning the conversation back to himself, that’s kind of his specialty.” Jade grinned: “Don’t worry, its Lulu’s too, I’m used to it!”

“Speaking of my siblings” she continued, “My sister Wren crafted a little something for her name buddy and you. Why don’t you open them now?”

The family cooed over the unexpected gifts. The elder Wren unwrapped a lovely basic bracelet while Isra showed the kids a knitted teddy bear plush that would fit right in with their other nursery friends. They all conveyed their thanks with their goodbyes as they headed home.

Luckily Isra hadn’t planned anything for early the following morning, because Wren and Jade ended up talking late into the night.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get your birth father to return my calls.” a yawning Wren apologized. “I had hoped to give you a chance to meet him.”

“Its OK.” Jade said, “Honestly from what I’ve heard of him, I don’t know if he’d appreciate meeting the real me, instead of a copy of himself.”

Wren frowned. “Unfortunately, you’re probably right. Calvin was a hard man to like, with a lot of very inflexible ideas about the world. His website trying to convince the sims here of The Watcher’s judgement makes it clear he hasn’t changed. I’d send you the link, but you’ve seen it all before.”

“Well, maybe it’s the time shift, but I can hardly keep my eyes open.” Jade said, reluctantly rising. “It’s been a great day though!”

Her par jumped up and gave her a tight hug goodnight. “It’s so good to see my baby all grown up. Tomorrow, can you tell me more about Ophelia’s work on World United, and if I can send you home with anything to help? I love that she’s using her star power for such a great cause.”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate whatever you’d like to give.” Jade smiled at the eager to please elder sim as she headed towards her bedroom. “See you in the morning.”

“See you then.” Wren agreed quietly. Watching the child they had been forced to leave behind so many years ago walk down the hall brought tears to their eyes, but they were mostly tears of joy. Jade had grown into a fine young woman with a kind heart who was clearly happy and well loved.

What more, Wren mused, could a parent ask for?

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lunarnoire · 3 months

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@maidenkissed || continued from x.

Curse, curse, curse-! She had to find some way to remove this curse from him. Though she was strong, she was only as strong as the darkness made her. She felt much the same as she had when she been with Wiseman, but neither could she put it past Nehelania to not make her as powerful as she had once been. After all, Nehelania prided herself on being called the rightful queen of the moon. It would be just like her to keep righteous power away from someone like her who was once both a sailor guardian and an heir to the white moon's throne. The queen of the dead moon was vain like that. There's a nagging somewhere in the back of her mind and she cannot help but to wonder if her stealing Helios right now was a part of Nehelania's designs, too. If such was the case.... Well... Black Lady would, undoubtedly, make her pay.

Her smile turns into a frown and she says nothing as they step through the darkness and out into the cool, night air of the 20th century. They were still close to the circus but not so close that the darkness from the floating tent had overtaken them. With hands clutching Pegasus's reigns, she sighs. It was all well and good to take Helios for her own, but she wanted him to be whole again, human again, and not trapped in the body of a horse. Said horse was magnificent. Its silver fur seemed to twinkle under the moonlight and... was she dreaming? She thought she felt the softest nudge against her free hand, but no. No, surely it was her imagination.

His question is ridiculous. How many times must she repeat herself till he finally understood that, in the twisted desires of her blackened heart, that she wanted him by her side - for all eternity? If her mother had her father and their love was some kind of moonlight miracle then why shouldn't the once future heir to her mother's throne be granted the same courtesy? And as annoying as they were and as much as she didn't want their approval, wouldn't they be fine with her choice in suitor? He was, after all, her father's priest.

She doesn't answer his question but instead says, "Take me to Elysion." It's short, simple, sweet. She isn't sure what she'd do there, but perhaps there was a way she could find the answer to the curse that ailed him but really what she wanted was to be there with him. In a world of darkness , in a world of their own making.

#maidenkissed #ᴠ|| ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍʀᴇᴅᴜx (sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ)#:sadbatman: x9032480293

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silvermoon424 · 11 months

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We need to talk about how Mamoru low key became a fashionista as King Endymion and how he possibly asks Setsuna to design clothes for him since in her profile, it said her dream is to design clothes. Also note, Pluto is the soldier of the underworld and Endymion was the prince of Elysion which was the peaceful part of the Greek underworld. Underworld fashion duo? 👀🤔

BRUH what if Setsuna becomes the Official Royal Tailor/Designer

She's literally guarded time and served the Silver Millennium/Crystal Tokyo for thousands upon thousands of years, let her do something fun!!!

#I LOVE imagining Setsuna utilizing her passion to be a designer #sailor pluto #king endymion #sailor moon

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xenodile · 3 months

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Goddess of Victory: Nikke - Story Recap

Chapter 4: Bouquet - Part 2

Counters, Wardress, and the Commander arrive at the derelict airstrip. Wide, empty, and barren. Neon scans the horizon, commenting she's never seen so much open space before. Then she spies a cloud of dust in the distance, and adds that she didn't know sandstorms could happen outside of deserts. Anis and Rapi regard the distant cloud grimly. It's no sandstorm. It's Raptures. Hundreds of them. Rapi orders the squad into formation, they'll have to hold out until extraction arrives. Anis grumbles that they just can't catch a break, and Neon reasons that "the first time is always the worst" so it being her first time on the surface is the cause.

The battle drags on. With little cover, Counters is gradually worn down as the sheer number of attacking Raptures threatens to overwhelm them. The transport is in sight, they only have to hold out a little while longer, but the Raptures are not keen to let their prey escape. The Commander calls out anti-air weapons, and Rapi moves to intercept, but she can't reach them in time...

Just before the Raptures can shoot down the transport, a gleam of light shines from above, and the anti-air Raptures are blown apart. Mihara is awed at the shooter's ability to make such a long distance shot. Anis asks if transports are normally equipped with weaponry like that, and Rapi says no, there's only one person she knows who could make a shot like that...

The transport comes to a halt above Counters and Wardress, as three Nikkes airdrop in. Mihara gasps.

Absolute. The strongest squad of the Elysion corporation, the best of the best. Anis wonders what they did to merit such impressive back up.

The leader, Eunwha, carries an anti-materiel rifle and identifies 153 airborne Raptures moving on their position and orders her squad into formation...the same formation that Rapi always uses. Her squadmates, Vesti and Emma, take position and move to engage.

The difference in power is staggering. Absolute decimates the remaining Raptures effortlessly, moving and attacking in perfect sync.

Once the battle is over, the Commander approaches Eunwha to thank her for saving them, but she tells them to piss off, as she was only following orders. Vesti, the short, silver-haired member of Absolute, timidly reminds Eunwha she's addressing a commander and should be a little more respectful, but Eunwha disregards her and Vesti quiets down.

Emma, the tallest of Absolute, immediately runs over to Rapi and pulls her into a hug which Rapi is more than happy to reciprocate. Emma asks Rapi why she left so suddenly, without even saying goodbye, and Rapi apologizes. Even so, Emma smiles and says that Rapi seems much happier than the last time she saw her, and asks if Rapi found what it was she was looking for. Rapi admits that she's still not sure.

Vesti approaches Rapi next and joins in the group hug, quickly breaking into happy tears at being able to see her again. Eunwha, on the other hand, remains frosty and tells Absolute that they don't have time for chit-chat. Rapi greets Eunwha curtly, and immediately Eunwha goes on a tear, telling Rapi that she hasn't changed. Doing what she wants, getting in to trouble, making things harder for everyone else, and thinking only of herself, Eunwha tells Rapi that she's broken and better off being scrapped.

Anis speaks up, outraged at Eunwha's harsh words, and tells her to back off. Eunwha tells her to butt out, but Anis mocks her, joking that her edgy loner gimmick is overdone. Emma steps in and apologizes on Eunwha's behalf, saying she's shy around new people. Eunwha objects to that characterization, but Emma shushes her. Not willing to tolerate any further conversation, Eunwha tells everyone to board the transport. They're going back to the Ark.

The journey back is silent, tense, and uneventful. The instant the transport lands, the Commander, Wardress, and Counters are all escorted to Enikk's chambers to face judgement.

Enikk is the law itself. The AI that runs the Ark in its entirety, the keeper of its history, and the ultimate voice of authority.

She recounts the Commander's crimes:

Venturing onto the surface without proper authorization.

Bringing 5 Nikkes with them, more than was necessary for their mission.

In light of the Commander's actions being to bring peace to mankind and destroy their enemies, She is willing to lighten their sentence. In Her records, identical charges and circumstances have occurred exactly twice in the Ark's history, and both were resolved identically, so the Commander will be sentenced accordingly.

They are banned from all military operations for two days.

Having pronounced the Commander's sentence, Enikk turns Her attention to Rapi, Anis, Neon, Mihara, and Yuni, and recounts their crimes:

Allowing their commander to come to harm.

Obeying orders that violated the chain of command.

Causing damage to valuable Ark property, that is, themselves.

Enikk again finds there are two identical incidents that match these crimes and circumstances in Her archives, and renders judgement according to established precedent.

To prevent such an incident from reoccurring, then the leaders of Wardress and Counters, Mihara and Rapi, will have their memories wiped.

With Her verdict rendered, everyone is dismissed, and the Commander, Counters, and Wardress, return to the Outpost. When they arrive, Syuen is waiting for them.

Anis immediately goes for her, screaming that she ought to kill Syuen for what she's done. Syuen icily tells her to back off, but Anis doesn't relent, asking what Syuen will do if she doesn't. She asks why Syuen didn't say anything in their defense, why she didn't explain that it was her orders to carry out the mission. As CEO of Missilis, Syuen would be able to sweep such charges under the rug with little issue.

Syuen states she had her reasons for remaining silent, and Anis snaps that whatever reasons she had, they aren't worth two people being memory wiped. Syuen turns it around, laying the blame on Counters for contacting the Ark, but Anis rebukes her, reminding her they almost died at Chatterbox's hands. At the mention of the talking Rapture, Syuen tries to changed the subject, but Anis won't let her.

Annoyed, Syuen derisively says that it doesn't matter if a few Nikkes lose their minds. Nikkes are weapons created to serve mankind. Weapons don't need memories, and if Anis is so worried about them, then she should regard this as a wonderful opportunity to strike up a new friendship with an old friend. Anis screams obscenities at Syuen.

The Commander can try to hold Anis back or move to strike Syuen themselves. In either case, Rapi steps in and stops both of them from escalating the situation, as Anis wails in rage and sorrow. Syuen mockingly says that Rapi and Anis are just making things harder on themselves by pretending to be humans, and bids the group farewell. Before she leaves, she gives the Commander a once over and tells them to clean up, they look disgraceful.

After Syuen leaves, Neon asks if Rapi is alright, but she just says that she's leaving things in Neon's care, and heads up to the roof of the Command Center for some fresh air. The Commander decides to follow her.

On the roof, Rapi is standing off by her lonesome, while Yuni and Mihara are sitting together in a different corner. The Commander can choose who they'd like to speak with.

When the Commander goes to speak with Rapi, she admits that she's scared. It's not fair. It isn't right that this is happening, but Enikk's sentence is absolute. There's nothing anyone could do to change it. She takes solace in knowing that Counters will remain, Anis and Neon will be okay. Commander asks what's going to happen to Rapi once her memory is wiped, and she explains that it'll be as if she was fresh off the assembly line. Combat data and practical experience can be retained, but memories, personality, everything superfluous will be erased. She'll forget her past, she'll forget Neon, Anis, and the Commander. The Commander promises they'll never forget her. Rapi gives a bittersweet smile and thanks them for everything they've done for her...and for all she knows they'll do for the "new" Rapi.

When the Commander goes to speak with Mihara, she asks how the Commander's leg is holding up, but Yuni interrupts asking the Commander if it's true that Mihara's going to have her memory wiped. They silently nod, and Yuni becomes frantic asking what they can do, what she can do, there has to be something that can be done. She pleads with the Commander to help them, they promised they would help, she swears to do anything the Commander wants if they'll help, as she breaks down and begins to sob. They apologize. There's nothing they can do. They're powerless to do anything. Helpless, hopeless, and weak. Yuni calls the Commander a liar, but Mihara consoles her, telling her the Commander isn't a liar and she knows that. She knows they would move heaven and earth to help them if they could but there's just nothing that can be done. Yuni apologizes, and the Commander says they're the one that should be apologizing for making a promise they lack the capacity to keep. Mihara says the Commander is a truly fascinating person.

As the Commander leaves them be, Yuni asks Mihara if she's really going to forget about her. Mihara flatly says she probably will, and asks if Yuni will forget about her. Yuni swears she'll never forget Mihara, and Mihara tells her that so long as Yuni remembers who she was, the Mihara she loves will never really be gone. Mihara asks Yuni to make a promise; once she loses her memory, it's up to Yuni to make Mihara complete again, and turn her back into the person she loves.

Meanwhile, in Andersen's office, the Deputy Chief mutters that Syuen is on thin ice. She exploited her pull to circumvent the chain of command, but Ingrid is quick to remind him that she technically didn't break the law. Andersen says that the Big Three have had free reign for too long, and they need to be brought to task. Ingrid, one of the Big Three herself, agrees but Missilis Industries, and by extension Syuen, are still too valuable to the Ark to just dispose of, so all they can do now is bide their time.

On that subject, Andersen asks what Syuen got out of this debacle, and Ingrid laughs at the notion that Syuen would ever deign to share with her. Ingrid goes on to say that the confidential report she got from Neon indicates the Commander and Counters encountered Chatterbox and a Pilgrim. Andersen asks if they know which Pilgrim, but Neon's report couldn't identify her. Andersen calls Shifty and asks to have the Commander sent to his office immediately.

The Commander arrives shortly thereafter, and Andersen apologizes for bringing them in under such unfortunate circumstances. To the point however, he's taken notice of the rather unorthodox way the Commander treats the Nikkes under their command, and guesses they must be quite displeased that their memories will be erased. He asks the Commander how they feel, and they can be honest that they're depressed, or avoid the subject and say they're rather not talk about it.

Regardless of how they respond, Andersen mentions that the Commander previously asked how Marian could become corrupted while inside the Ark, and the truth is he does know. So long as the Commander keeps everything they're about to hear a secret, Andersen will tell them everything. The Commander agrees.

The Raptures have an agent inside the Ark. One that is intentionally corrupting Nikkes, then sending up to the surface to sabotage operations. It's unknown if they're acting alone, or if there's more than one mole. Andersen says if he'd told the Commander this before, they'd have surely believed it impossible. The Ark is impenetrable after all, a utopian society. But now they've met Chatterbox, heard it invite them to listen, and they know there's more at play.

There are intelligent Raptures capable of speech, and the code used to corrupt Nikkes is beyond anything human technology is capable of. For corruption to occur in the Ark, someone in the Ark, someone with power and authority, is colluding with the enemy. The Commander asks what should be done, and Andersen simply says he wants whoever is responsible caught. And he wants the Commander to help him do it. Chatterbox is the link, and he asks the Commander do everything in their power to hunt it down and uncover the truth.

With their objective set, Andersen dismisses the Commander. They ask why Andersen is telling them all this, why is he choosing to help them? Andersen regards them for a moment, and says they can consider it a consolation to all those Nikkes that with no feelings, no memories, and no say over their own lives.

Two days later, the memory wipes are carried out.

Mihara introduces herself to Yuni, her new partner. She gushes over how cute Yuni is, and asks her about herself. Yuni, trying to smile, instead asks Mihara about herself, what are her interests, what she likes. Being fresh off the assembly line, Mihara doesn't know. She hasn't lived long enough to form such opinions. Yuni assures her she knows it all. What Mihara likes to do, the kind of food Mihara likes, the kind of people Mihara loves. Yuni knows all of it. All Mihara has to do is trust her, and she'll mold Mihara into the real Mihara...

Back at the Outpost, Anis is sulking. Neon asks if she intends to greet Rapi looking so miserable. Anis thinks for a moment, and gets to her feet, saying she'll take the opportunity to present herself as someone cool, dependable, someone that commands respect. Neon cheers her on, saying the two of them will be the grizzled old veteran giving the new recruit a hard time. But when the door opens, and Rapi enters, Anis falters.

The three of them regard each other for a moment, before Anis musters up her resolves and asks if the rookie has any respect for her senior officer. Anis offers her glasses and asks Rapi to polish them. Instead, Rapi turns and addresses the Commander. They're part way through greeting her, when Rapi abruptly blurts out that her memory wasn't wiped.

She remembers everything.

The four of them retreat to the Commander's office, and start questioning Rapi. Anis and Neon take turns bouncing lies of Rapi to see if she really does remember everything, and she does. Anis asks if Rapi even went through the memory wipe procedure, and Rapi confirms she did. She remembers the whole process, and realized partway through nothing was happening to her. Neon asks what will happen if anyone finds out that Rapi is apparently immune to memory alteration, and she answers that she'll likely be brought in for another memory wipe to verify, then Anis finishes by saying that if a second memory wipe doesn't take, Rapi will be labelled an Irregular and destroyed. Rapi nods. Ark policy does not allow for the existence of Nikkes outside its ability to control.

Rapi turns to the Commander and says that the decision ultimately lies with them on whether to report Rapi's abnormality. They suggest at least sharing with Andersen, but Anis believes it's too early to trust him. Neon suggests they could just leave it be and say nothing, but Anis points out that if they just go back to how things were, they'll be found out in a second. Rapi also mentions that if she's subjected to a brain scan for whatever reason, they'll be discovered immediately, and Anis sarcastically says they'll just have to blow Rapi's brains out the instant someone gets suspicious, and everyone will be happy.

Anis says that Rapi's only recourse if discovered is to pin everything on the Commander. Nikkes are bound to obey their commander after all, so if the Commander orders them to keep quiet, they won't be capable of disobeying. Neon points out that if they do that then get found out anyway, the Commander will likely be charged with conspiracy and be discharged at best, at worse they could be stripped of citizenship and sent to the Rehabilitation Center or Outer Rim. Anis states that this is what it means to be a commander. To make decisions, give orders, and face the consequences; freedom in its truest sense.

Neon hesitantly asks if Anis is upset, given how harsh she's been, and Anis replies that yes, she's furious, because whatever decision the Commander makes they all have to adhere to it, and it isn't fair that this dilemma has been imposed on them. Neon admits she thought Anis would be happier to have Rapi back, and Anis interjects and says she is happy. The happiest she's ever been. Absolutely ecstatic. Rapi is her closest, dearest friend, someone whom she trusts more than anyone in the world and she can share anything with. The bond they share has taken years to build and she wouldn't trade it for anything, of course she's happy that Rapi back. But she's still allowed to be angry that Rapi just dropped this predicament in their laps without an ounce of consideration for what happens next, and then put the responsibility of figuring out what to do on the rest of them.

Rapi admits Anis is right. She didn't think about how her situation would affect everyone else, or what would come next, and she can only apologize for putting them all in this situation. Anis smiles and tells her not to be sorry, just don't do it again. Not like something this rare could ever happen again anyway.

Anis asks the Commander what their decisions, and they say Rapi's memory should be kept a secret. Neon, Anis, and Rapi all agree, and the Commander formalizes it. By their order as Commander, Counters are dutybound to hide the truth of Rapi's memory. A moment later, Neon remembers that she's a spy, and asks if it's alright to be telling her all this dangerous information...then realizes that this means she can be a double agent! Anis sarcastically congratulates her on the promotion.

As the team leaves the Commander's office, they are once again greeted by Syuen, who berates them for not cleaning up since her last visit. The Commander grimaces and asks what Syuen wants, and she says she has a new mission for them. Just as Syuen begins to explain, Rapi gives the Commander a discreet wink, then runs over and kicks Syuen hard in the gut, then restrains and pins her as she slumps over in pain.

Anis and Neon stare dumbstruck, as Rapi, cool and professional, informs her commander that they have an intruder, and asks for permission to terminate. Syuen fearfully asks if Rapi has lost her mind, or if she knows who Syuen is. The Commander takes a moment, then apologetically informs Syuen that Rapi just had her MEMORY WIPED so she must not have recognized her, so terribly sorry, won't happen again. Rapi, quick as a whip, releases Syuen and apologizes for not recognizing the Commander's guest, she just thought she was a hostile intruder and moved to intercept a potential threat. Terribly sorry, won't happen again. Syuen weakly asks the Commander to call for a medic, because she's fairly certain Rapi broke most of her ribs.

As Syuen is carted off by a private Missilis medical team, Anis, Neon and Rapi lament that they won't be able to pull that trick again. At that same moment, the Commander gets a text from Andersen, warning them to hide because Syuen is on her way. They happily inform him that the medics just picked up her, much to Andersen's confusion. Regardless, he requests the Commander come to his office. He has a job for them.

In Andersen's office, he instructs the Commander to head north, toward the arctic region. The mysterious Nikke that came to Counter's aid against Chatterbox, the Pilgrim, has been spotted there. Andersen wants the Commander to make contact with her, and see if they can convince her to assist in the hunt. The Commander asks for details, and Andersen explains that "Pilgrims" are a catchall term for Nikkes that live on the surface independently of the Ark, but not much else is known, as there has never been any official contact with them. All information known about them is compiled in a remote research facility, so the Commander should head there and get help. With the mission planned out, Andersen asks how their leg is doing. He presents them with a medical exoskeleton. Andersen explains that it was originally meant for Nikke field repairs, but Ingrid modified it to be usable by a human, so the Commander can think of it as a cast with some extra muscle behind it. With that, the Commander is dismissed.

On the way to the surface elevator, the Commander explains the mission to Rapi, Anis, and Neon. Anis is relieved to hear they'll be working alone this time, because it means they won't have to worry about watching what they say in front of others. She also knows about the research facility, and muses that as far as she knows, the base is heavily defended and inaccessible without an access card, and Rapi asks if the Commander got one from Andersen.

The Commander is just about to turn around and head back to Andersen's office, when a voice calls out to tell them that won't be necessary. In front of the elevator, a figure is shrouded in light, and the sound of jazzy upbeat music can be heard. Anis groans as she recognizes the figure is wearing a disco ball.

Mustang, the CEO of Tetra Line, the third of the Big Three, and King of Entertainment, stands before them. He certainly knows how to make an entrance, as Counters stands and stares.

Mustang approaches the group, and chides Anis for not applauding, while she quietly greets her creator. Mustang remarks that Anis seems like she's doing well, but still asks when she's coming back to him. She says that she can't yet, still has things to do, clearly nervous and uncomfortable, while Mustang croons that it's fine, and the best things in life are worth waiting for.

He then turns his attention to the Commander, and asks if they're the person he's looking for. The Commander responds affirmatively with suitable dramatic flair, earning Mustang's approval. He asks if the Commander is heading for the arctic research base, and without waiting for an answer, produces a pass card. Before handing it over, however, Mustang says that this card is...very particular, as the music playing from Mustang's costume begins picking up volume.

Mustang breaks out into an elaborate and unusual dance. As he finishes his routine, the pass card begins to glow. Mustang explains that the card is only valid if it has been activated by the bearer doing the dance, proudly describing it as the crowning achievement of his company. Neon is thoroughly impressed, while Anis mutters under her breath what a tremendous waste of resources such technology must be.

The Commander takes the pass from Mustang, and Anis speaks up. She's grateful to Mustang for the help, but wants to know why he's doing it. He says it's very simple. Counters is becoming quite well known throughout the Ark, and as the Ark's finest showman, he wants them in his debt. Under his breath, he notes that he also wanted to meet the squad that garnered so much praise from Ingrid. With that, he wishes them luck on their mission, and departs.

Pass card in hand, the group stands and processes what just happened. Neon remarks that Mustang really knows how to put on a show, and Anis mutters that that's one way to describe it.

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