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Once in a lifetime kinda deal ( Mafia!Bucky barnes x reader)

part two : Babydoll and Buckybear

Summary : awoken by steve and sam only for her to find out another addition to the arrangement , when seeing his home for the first time reality make her second guess things and a storm is on the horizon

Warning : fluffy , goofy , age gap , Bucky is kinda simp (but a tough one) , arranged marriage but not , second guessing , yelena belova being yelena belova

Previous part

She woke to a pounding on her door wondering why before pulling herself from the bed only find steve and sam standing there. 

“ well good morning … what happened your hair … actually not important we need to talk to you” sam fought back the laughter that threatened to spill out.

 “ oh shut up banging on my door like the cops what is wrong with you both” she pushed past the men . 

“ wait princess we need to … warn you” steve trailed off as she huffed down the stairs pissed to be woken up . she barely registered the talking or lack of talking when she walked into the kitchen. 

“ good morning…” her father called only to stop when she held her hand up to stop him talking, eyes still focusing while she made herself a coffee. Until she heard a little laugh that stopped her in her track slowly turning she looked to see her father , bucky , pepper and a baby . 

“ please tell me that none of you stole that child” she asked .

 “ actually doll this is JJ, he .. he’s my son '' Bucky smiled sheepishly .

“ ok tell me that again after i had a coffee” she turned around, eyes widened when she knew he couldn’t see. 

“I’d give her a minute, ... maybe two'' Tony chuckled. 

“ oh you shut up you're still in my bad books” she huffed. “ sorry jj” she added. 

“ ok so what's the arrangement you guys planned” her father spoke a shit eating grin on his face. 

“ how did you know about that” she turned .

“ oh come on you , rogers wilson and romanoff leave with steves best friend , please your lack of awareness of my attention is well insulting my dearest daughter” he smirked. 

“ Either cover that cutie's ears or take him out this room” she cooed to the baby. 

“ hey bucky do your father in law a solid favor grab her if she dives” tony whispered.

 “ I'll bring him into the living room” pepper winced .

“ you start talking” she stood her hair still over the place and in a oversized shirt and shorts.

 “ ok so maybe the peter thing was a white lie , it time for me to give this life up pepper doesn’t want the baby grow up in this life  and I want to make sure your looked after” he admitted standing back. 

“ exsqueeze fucking me father dearest but you tricked us” she growled . 

“i’ll take the cup , nice pj’s” bucky winked. 

“ oh shut up when did you find out and why am i   being arranged here already , playing favorites” she glared. 

“ Just now actually” Bucky shrugged. 

“ look i found a place  far from here middle of nowhere and i know you won't come , peter wants to go school so this means you're both safe” tony smirked.

 “ He could change his mind also thanks to the heads up on kid” she hissed.

“ I was gonna tell you but  the babysitter  was in a car crash last night” bucky now understood the spitfire attitude , he was warned about a concerning amount of time. 

“ Steve, takes over for you dad ” she said as the man himself walked in.

“ wait what” he almost tripped looking shocked . 

“ we work side by side again” bucky smirked

“ ok done once you and peter are taken care of and i get my percentage” tony nodded.

“ ok and i’m the baby’s godmother .. their baby” she said correcting herself. 

“ ok deal” pepper called.

 “ Congratulations mom” she called. 

“ she probably crying now,” Tony sighed. 

“ Get the baby steve” she rolled her eyes . 

“ No more demands doll?” bucky teased . 

“ not yet i’m hungry get peter it’s family breakfast” she huffed taking a seat as steve walked back in with jj in his arms. 

“ Here's your new step mom,” steve plonked the baby on her lap . 

“ Well congratulations,  when’s the lucky day?” tony smirked. 

“ Weekend I have college this week , you sure he’s your bucky cause he's cute” she tickled the baby making both of them giggle.

“ she’s a bit of a bitch in the morning anyways congrats  , no taking her back”tony clapped bucky shoulders. 

“ Did you guys steal a kid? '' Peter grumbled walking into the kitchen . 

'' yeah i wanted to carry him in my bag like one of those chihuahua’s ” she smiled as the boys face fell. 

'' he’s bucky’s kid” steve snorted.  

“ What are your intentions with my sister mr barnes” peter crossed his arms ignoring the fact he was wearing his star wars pajamas . 

“ arranged marriage so your dad can retire and the mafia won't kill you both” he said taking a gulp of her coffee.

“ hey get your own , your dad’s an ass kid” she smiled at the baby. 

“ hey language” steve covered jj’s ears. 

“ Get ready nest head I'll drop you to college” bucky rolled his eyes. 

“ ok stevie tell bucket what kind of ring i want” she smiled handing the baby to his father and taking her coffee .

“ Are you sure you wanna marry that?” Peter asked . 

“ probably more now” steve whispered watching his best friend's eyes following her out the room . 

“ Murdock will meet us at my office and sign the contracts” Tony called. 

“ I'll drop jj off at daycare” Steve took the baby . 

“ she took that well” bucky nodded.  

“ She's gonna kill both of you in your sleep” Peter walked out the room .

 “He's joking right,” Bucky asked .

“ Probably...not” Tony smiled weakly. 

He felt nervous  like actually nervous and all he was doing was dropping her to school like it was a date in highschool or some shit.  What made it worse was seeing her walk into the kitchen completely natural even bedhead was stunning.  He never felt stuck for words like he did when she was around and blurted out the first stupid thing that came out of his mouth. He felt his palms sweating both even though one was a metal prosthetic best money could buy.  He was surely grateful to whoever invented the tinted window because his jaw dropped so fast he was pretty sure it almost hit the horn. she stood dressed in a summer dress yet she seemed to make her clothes different more professional air to her with accessories , he like how she did it maybe would ask her for tips . he almost fell out of the car thankfully again to the tinted windows saving his dignity once more as he opened her door for her.  

“ Got everything?” he asked putting the charm on yet it didn’t seem to phase her which was a strange feeling he was used to women throwing themselves at him but she only gave him a nod before putting her seat belt on.“ ok lets go” he murmured before heading to his own side more gracefully this time .  “ So what got you into studying both law and business… oh yeah” he wanted to slap himself  especially the pointed look she gave him . 

“ So jj's cute , when we do this whole wedding thing i’m not going to have to deal with psycho baby mama am i?” she asked, eyes locked on her notes. 

“ his mom died  a month after he was born .. she was great gal my sister” that had her head raising .

“ shit sorry i didn’t know becca had a baby” she smiled sadly . 

“ yeah she didn’t tell anyone” he nodded.

“ she was great girl your dad used to bring her over, she was older than me but she always played dolls with me”.

“ yeah this age thing is … something huh?” he joked changing the subject but she didn’t mind she could understand.

 “ nah i mean tony stark's my dad that screams daddy issues on it’s own” she snorted looking back at her notes. 

“ i don’t expect you to take on jj btw I mean I know you got school … college” he corrected himself. 

“ Hey little dude can help me study the cutest barnes i’ve ever met” she smiled. 

“ i was going to get you coffee but i think that went out the window” he scoffed but she could tell he was joking . 

“ sorry just accept your not the fairest barnes in the land” she sang out . 

“ So when did you meet my dad before all this” she asked.

“ yesterday like everyone else” he smiled.

“ well you suck at lying” she hummed. 

“ ok couple of weeks ago..ok a month ago, we had to invite the others to make it look legit” he huffed .

“ I should have been a cop,” she snickered. 

“ God no that would no be good idea” he fully belly laughed . 

“  i’d be a good one too lock your ass up” she stuck her tongue out . 

“ yeah ok officer stark” he rolled his eyes .

“ yeah no that doesn’t work” her brow furrowed.  

“ so what time you finished i’ll pick you up” he asked. 

“  i only got couple of classes , so around  three  that with study group” she smiled as they pulled into the starbucks drive thru . 

“  i’m meeting your dad at 12 and couple things after but i can get here for three” he winked before putting in there orders. 

“ i’ll suppose i need to start packing up my room huh” she sighed already dreading the task.

 “ yeah i’ll get yours and peters rooms ready during the week” he nodded. 

“ wait peters living with us” she almost launched out of her seat. 

“ well till he starts college he wanted to room with a  ned? ,  so your dad’s making sure he gets an apartment near campus” bucky smiled  hating how much he loved her smiling .

“ i thought i would also drop by sometimes during week so we all can get to know each other i mean with jj in the house” he added . “ perfect i mean i know pep is dying to spend time with him  , it awesome and gross at same time she having a baby” she chuckled.

“ you really love her?” he asked.

“I was twelve when she came along as my dad new girl , i knew her as his assissant and my moms friend . I gave her shit but she just ignored my demon ass and wore me down let me know she wasn’t replacing my mom like they others tried to do” she shook her head. 

“  when did she die” he asked. 

“ i was eight  but my dad wasted no time in bringing women home but their marriage was a joke i mean both cheated i think only time she was happy with my dad was when he brought  peter home , she wanted another baby but it never well she had a hard time keeping a pregnancy” she sighed .  “ made me happy two i only ever noticed looking back at pictures  he was so sickly and thin at first then he was so chubby” she cooed. 

“Steve told me about his parents lucky your dad actually got him out of there” he nodded.

“ he’s not a complete dick i know people think he doesn’t have a heart but he does when it comes to his kids peter included  , he also made sure peter stayed in touch with his aunt may he goes there the weekends” she explained and ramble and he found himself wanting more but suddenly they were in the car park.

“ hey can you honk your horn at that chick” she asked pointing to the reddish blonde woman standing kissing some guy who honestly looked like a professor to bucky. 

“  maximoff” she yelled out the window as Bucky honked the horn. 

“ princess” she cooed, running across the car park as the man chuckled. “ oh sweet wheels and nice driver” she winked. 

“ wanda my beautiful best friend, this is jame buchanan barnes my fiance” she said as the woman stood confused.

 “ nice to meet you, '' Bucky smiled, probably more than he should have . 

'' although i love vis , my husband damn nice job” she nodded approvingly. 

“ weddings the weekend and your maid of honor lets get to class” she went to jump out of the car.

'' Wait, aren’t you going to give him a kiss goodbye? '' Wanda asked, confused. 

“ Yeah doll aren't you” Bucky smirked .

 “ yeah i was just going to walk around to you” she almost glared at the man  walking around noticing how everyone was now looking at the hot man stepping out of the luxury car.  “ you're an asshole” she whispered before giving him a kiss on the cheek . 

“ bye baby doll” he waved, making a show of it . 

“ bye bucky bear” she shot back . 

“ SPILL THE FUCKING BEANS” Wanda waited til Bucky was gone.

“ It's arranged, you know, giving my dad’s job” she sighed. 

“ ohh , but i’m still the maid of honor right?” she asked. 

 “ yeah of course now i’ll explain later in my house too many ears around here” she whispered, still seeing eyes on her. 

He needed to stop he was already in too deep and it had been two days he could have sworn he was crazy he must have been.  He went back to his office knowing he needed shit to do before meeting with the lawyers. 

“ you son of a bitch” steve walked in the room smiling wide.

 “ and what do i owe this visit.

 “ you knew all along” he playfully punched his friend. 

“ i might have but favors stand” he chuckled.

“ doesn’t count asshole” he shook his head. 

“ you know where going to work together again” bucky mused. 

“ yeah i’m surprised about that one”  the blonde shook his head.

“ she trust you alot” bucky mused. 

“ i know her long time i mean pigtails long” he chuckled making his best friend groan .

“ don’t say it like that shit” bucky huffed.

“ She is oddly a match for you man , i mean she is spitfire when needs to be” steve tried making it better . 

“ ok either help me here or stop i’ve a meeting with the lawyers and then guest speak at a lecture in business at two” he smirked making steve head shoot to his best friend. 

“ oh she is going to kill you man” the blonde winced .

“ it’s booked in  months ago” he wasn’t lying but now he was actually looking forwards to it even if it meant his death . 

“ so what suit do you want for your funeral” steve mused. 

“ the prada one you know one makes my eyes pop” he played along. 

“  ok ok but she is going to harm you some way you don’t know y/n  , she had sam paranoid after he messed with her " steve snorted thinking back on the whole thing . 

“  speaking off sam he cool with new arrangement” he asked .

"Why do you care about him finally.. he's happy with it more than happy to be honest but I did tell him he was the new number two for us both” steve smirked. 

“ he’s good guy … don’t tell him i said that” bucky warned. 

“ ok come on lets get this sorted” steve shook his head. 

It was like everywhere she went there was someone looking at her , she felt them whispering even though Wanda told her she was nuts . She felt the day dragging like it was slowing down time she needed to sleep which wasn’t usually given she could barely sleep the night before due to the nerves of it all . she knew he wasn’t expecting anything from her but what if she wanted it and he didn’t and then she had to live in the house awkwardly or if she didn’t and he did, god it made her stomach turn at the awkward future.  Walking to her usual lecture she saw a line of women giggling and whispering about the hot guest who was there talking with the professor only for Wanda to freeze but then smile which was never a good sign.

“ yeah i’m getting married this weekend so sorry but my doll is all i need  “ he shrugged dodging the failed attempt of her professor who said a short” lucky woman”  but she couldn’t lie made her felt a certain way seeing another woman trying to flirt with him . then slapping herself to get a grip .

“ there she is , there’s my doll” he said a bit too loudly as gasps where heard all around the room and that certain feeling turned to wanting the ground to swallow her whole .  

“ Wait, your doll is one of my students , don’t you think you need a woman more your speed” her professor almost whined like a high schooler. 

“ nah she’s my speed and more” he winked only for a boy in her class to high five him . 

“ Congratulations miss stark” her teacher said dryly.

“ Thanks erm James dear what are you doing here” she gritted her teeth . 

“ Oh I forgot  about this lecture. I only found out where, I'll have to have words with my assistant doll” he winked as some girl behind her almost passed out . She sat taking notes clearly he knew his stuff in the business department, she couldn’t deny that but oh the need to throw her text book at his stupidly gorgeous face well that rose each minute.  He would shoot her a wink or cheesy smile every now again making her sink in her chair, the teacher glaring only for her to remember who the student was halfway through.  She also bit her tongue each time a fellow female student would slip an innuendo in the question.  

“ Ok that is for today everyone thank Mr Barnes for stopping by “ her teacher cooed.  She fake gagged as they tried to sound seductive in their thanks . 

“ I have it on good word Mr Stark will drop by  wednesday” bucky smirked.

 “ Anyone else I know coming she ignore the girls fawning over the fact her dad was doing a talk .  

“ Miss Stark, may I have a word,” her professor asked. 

“ yeah sure” she sheepishly walked to the desk. 

“ erm bout before i was just messing around you know that right ?” the woman smiled uneasy as she spoke quietly

“ Look, stop it, we can just pretend this never happened please” .

“ ok deal erm any friend like him? '' she could believe her professor asked this but slightly couldn't blame the woman either . 

“ I'll invite you to the wedding and you can look for  yourself” she sighed as the woman clapped excitedly. 

“ Hey baby doll Wanda said she had to cancel so me and you can head off now” Bucky smirked. 

“ yeah she just said your her favorites of my fiance , how much you give her” she deadpanned putting her phone. 

“ i hope i’m number one of this so called gang of fiances doll” he joked.

 “ oh your not even in the top five after today” she walked ahead.

“ i love her feisty side” he smirked chasing after her. 

“What the hell are you doing here” she growled .

“ honestly it was planned months ago” he promised as she search his face.

“ My professor is coming to our wedding thanks to you” she rolled her eyes . 

“ I'm sure Steve or Sam will throw her a bone” bucky laughed as her face scrunched in disgust. 

 “How long are you free for” she ignored him completely. 

“ rest of the week , the wedding planning which i will need to meet up with you for” he nodded.  

“ I have a free day tomorrow, come over for breakfast again, bring jj too” she smiled before hopping in the car. 

“ Well then come on  to my place now   I can show you around since we’re both free” he shut her door .

“ ohh im so snooping around” she giggled.

 “ I mean only fair i did when i was in your pretty room doll” he smirked as her face dropped. 

“ when were you in my room pervy old man” she glared .  

She tried keeping her composure but she let it slip when they pulled up to his house it was big as hers but almost like something out of a fairy tale  where as her father went with the modern look  this was painting worthy . 

“ what you think” he asked she could of sworn he was nervous.

 “ it’s beautiful like shit breath taking beautiful not bad barnes” she looked at it wondering was it a dream , she’d always loved coming to mansions like this they held a beauty in them , stories in the walls that the newer ones that didn’t. 

“ think that the most quiet i’ve heard you , look if it’s not your vibe i can move you into something more modern” he began.

 “ no it’s just wow” she breathed out. 

“ oh so you like it?” he asked again . 

“ i love it” she smiled brighter  well he thought it was bright. All the good shit in this god forsaken world was in that smile and he wanted to see it more and more every second he was around her. Leading her in he introduced her to the maids and his chef  who all looked shocked at first but that charm of hers won them over easily.  He stayed behind as she took to her snooking looking around ever inch before  going up the stair  he may have used as an excuse to stair at her ass and well he would be using it alot more often . he showed her the rooms that would be hers and peter ,showing JJ’s nursery and well his  own room hoping it wouldn’t be just his alone .  he couldn’t help think maybe one day it wouldn’t be just a marriage for show . he couldn’t help feel the feelings he felt for her  even if he was interacting with her , he had known of her longer seen her at the parties and when stark asked him for the request all those weeks ago well he may have lightly stalked her . At first it was to make sure he wasn’t having some monster around jj. Well that’s what he told himself . the only thing he didn’t predict was the front door to swing out and that voice calling . 

“ oh jamesss” her voice shrill echoing through the halls. 

“ shit fuck” he muttered wanting to shoot himself in that moment. 

“ baby” she called again that made his future bride freeze . 

“ who’s this” she stormed into the room . 

" dot what the hell are you  doing here” he hissed. 

“  i heard you were back” she went to touch him . 

“ erm i’ll leave you too it” he watched as the one he hope to share his bed with left the room .

“you cheating on me baby” the woman gasped. 

“ oh you have got to be shitting me you need to leave ,  us was never serious and well for that woman hopefully is still my fiance” he went to push the woman out. 

“ wait what you disappear for years and now all of  a sudden have a fiance , bucky the man who can’t be tamed barnes getting married” the woman scoffed. 

“ yeah people change and so does their taste now leave or  i’ll have you moved out” he growled before running out the door. 

“ doll it’s not what it looks like … no  i mean she was a fling from like jesus too long ago” he called as she rolled her eyes walking out the door. 

“ dot fuck off he dumped you like five years ago” steve walked in .

“ steve can you take me home please” y/n pleaded feeling like idiot lost in lala land and now crashing toward earth .

 “ no i’m taking her” he said almost running  down the steps. 

“ hey barnes why’s my niece looking upset” yelena walked over making bucky definitely wanna shoot himself. 

“ dot came and she trying to make screw stuff up for him , princess he’s not with her” steve said .

 “ wait she’s a widow”. 

“ this is my nieces new home and soon to be husband so i’d suggest you leave or i’ll have you taken out” the blonde smirked.

“ i’m leaving look” she ran as fast as the heels could take her only when the door closed the blonde widow almost fell to the floor laughing." such a wimp , no back bone" she wipe the tears from her eyes as she laughed harder.  “ see i can be serious” she cracked up again .

“ lena can you talk me home” she asked suddenly aware of what she was potentially signing up for. 

“ Oh no  you don’t run you let them know this is your space detka , we dont run '' she smiled. 

“ i dont want your conquests here” she turned to bucky .

“ none will i promise doll i never even slept with her just head… i need to stop talking  come on we can get food on way home” he sighed .

“ hey barnes  your chef any good?” Yelena asked making him look at her confused

 “ yeah he’ll make you food” he sighed waving her off while he was following  y/n out . 

“ wow shit he does actually like her” yelena chuckled before heading to the kitchen .

She walked probably A little faster then she should of but  the bubble she was in definitely popped knowing this was definitely  gonna happen Again.

 “Jesus you move fast hey wait your little ass up doll” he rushed stopping in front of her door. 

“ my ass is not little and I've caught you staring enough to agree” she crossed her arms . 

“ look that … that definitely was not what I thought would happen and it won't Again I swear it , I know this is just an agreement , a business thing but that life I'm done with I can't take the fake dames anymore  come you must know what it's like with fake people trying to latch on for the social upgrade especially  relations wise” he smiled wearing only for her to almost shy from him completely. “ right?” He asked again.  

“ I'vehadoneboyfriend” she said so fast he swore he heard her wrong. 

“ what “ he asked only to confirm it .

 “ I've only had one boyfriend , I not a virgin I mean I slept with him but different in this life for girls I mean guys are scared to even look” she felt her cheeks and now wished for the mistress shrieky  woman to be there again so she wasn't saying this .

“ not gonna lie I was not expecting that to come out your mouth … hey its fine bab.. doll if you wanna stop this we can right now but I won't pressure you sleep with me or anything this is just to help you and your brother out” he sighed now feeling more guilty for whole other reason.  

“ no more of your conquests  busting in it embarassing and makes me look soft and push over ” she held his gaze keeping her stance .

“ deal no dude here either” he challenge  back. 

“ didn't you just hear what I said” she got in the car . 

“ look its not hyped up to be I mean yeah it good sometimes but when your constantly told you're the best and it's big which is the truth it still so fake “ he winked . 

“ yeah totally true” she looked out the window pretending she didn't see the condom size in the bathroom. 

“Maybe I change my mind” he muttered. 

“ yeah right, it sounds like you need me Bucky bear keep that ego in check” she batted her lashes .

 “Or give me a migraine” he copied her but it just made her laugh which wasn't the plan but it wasn't a fail either .

“Hey shit heads the roads are blocked something about trees blocking the road and storm warning tony wants her to stay here so she's safe” Steve called . 

“ where she going” she asked seeing yelena jump on her bike.

“ home I'm not staying here” she  placed the doggy bag of food before leaving completely.

“ Sarah's picking jj up so he's good for night” steve smirked before walking down the path.

“ he lives like half an hour away what is that punk doing” .

“ The asshole brought his bike too “ she unclipped her belt .

“ what about your staff” she asked.  

“ they left half an hour ago except jack , the chef he lives out back” he,rubbed back of his neck . 

“ guess we're having sleep over bucket, a clearly set up one ” she got out the car into his house .

“ you're welcome “ was all he got from his friends in a text.  

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A Wolf in the Dragon's Den

Pairing: Aemond x Stark reader

Summary: The Greens have won The Dance of Dragons, and your family has offered your hand to Prince Aemond as a means of forgiveness for your part in the war. But what shall happen when a wolf meets a dragon in its den?

Warnings: SMUT, mdni 18+, p in v, kind of mean Aemond? but he gets better lol, Aegon being Aegon, use of pet names like Little Wolf or My Dragon, fingering, soft to rough sex, uhhh language for sure haha if I missed anything let me know y'all!! It's also not proof read so forgive any mistakes haha

AN: Well ... sorry this took me so long y'all! I guess my summer classes caught up to me a bit but that's ok cause after long last here it is!! A good old-fashioned Aemond x Stark reader fic. I hope you guys enjoy haha, I'm working on a request next, but let me know if there's anything else y'all wanna see! :)

King’s Landing was a hot, humid, fish-smelling shit hole. The warm temperatures were much too hot for your usual furs, heavy cloaks, and skirts. Even your horses were succumbing to the heat, panting more than usual, the poor things. You could have rode in the carriage, along with your mother and younger siblings. But you preferred horseback, the wind in your hair, and the breeze on your skin. Although, the air here was salty and thick. 

Your father and brother, Cregan, rode beside you. “Hells, could it be any hotter,” your father murmured under his breath, sweat beading on his brow.

“Those vapid Targaryen’s couldn’t bear it any other way, something about the ‘dragon’s blood–” 

“Careful brother, they could have your head for that–” You chuckled a bit, but you all knew there was truth to the statement. The Dance of Dragons had proved as much, the Greens' force and display of violence was wide and plentiful. “Rash and brash” as your father had put it once. Especially that of your betrothed, Prince Aemond One-eye Targaryen. Or “the one-eyed cunt” as many northerners took to calling him. The betrothal, much to your dismay, had been arranged by your father, in a weak attempt to repair your house's relationship with the monarch. 

“Hmph, well if I had my way we wouldn’t even be here at all. Those ‘dragons’ wouldn’t survive a damn minute in the North. Their blood would freeze, and then maybe we’d all be rid of their problems.” Cregan said the word “dragons” with a mocking tone, a scoff in his voice. 

“That’s enough, your sister is right boy, they would have your head for that. Or perhaps feed you to one of their dragon’s” And with that, your father put an end to that potentially treasonous conversation. Cregan however, had muttered something under his breath about “told you to stop calling me boy”. 

Having had enough of the bickering, you tapped the sides of your horse, trotting ahead by several paces. Your dire wolf, Snowcap, had evidently decided to part temporarily from the group, to hunt or to shade herself you didn’t know. But you couldn’t blame her either way, the journey from the Winterfell to King’s Landing was a long one, and not a particularly comfortable one.

The gates to the Red Keep came into site ahead of you, the streets leading up to it peppered with Gold Cloaks and guards. The people of King’s Landing pay little mind to your small party, too busy with their buying and selling. You had chosen to travel light, there were no copious amounts of banners flying, or any regalia at all really. You would be surrounded by plenty of that kind of thing soon enough. 

To say that your greeting was lackluster, would be an understatement. Ser Criston Cole stood beside the Dowager Queen Alicent atop the Red Keep’s stairs. Besides another dozen or so Gold Cloaks, that was what there was. Cregan scoffs in annoyance from beside you, he must have caught up to you somewhere along the way. 

“He cannot even come to meet his bride-to-be, what a disrespect, pathetic,” You made a bit of a noise beside him, urging him to keep his mouth shut. You were in the dragon’s den now, who knows who could be listening in? Another glance around the unfamiliar faces does confirm your brother’s statement. Your betrothed was nowhere to be found. Even the training yard remained empty, and from what you’d heard, Prince Aemond could often be found there. 

As you dismount your horse, Queen Alicent begins to make her way down the steps, towards you and the rest of your family. Your father and eldest brother move to stand to your left and right. Your mother and younger siblings finally join you, to your left. Your mother gives you a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder as she moves to stand beside your father. You curtsey as the Queen approaches, she takes your hand in hers. Her palms are soft and warm, gentleness radiates from her person. 

“My Lady Stark, how nice it is to finally see you arrive. I hope the journey south wasn’t too unpleasant” She gives you a small smile, not as lovely as your mother’s, but kind nonetheless. 

“It was alright, long, very long, but alright,” You say, matching her smile. Queen Alicent releases your hand and carries on to greet the rest of your family, Ser Criston following closely behind her. Still no sign of your betrothed, nor his elder brother, the King. Although you supposed he must be occupied with his duties on the Small Council. You know you will hear an earful from your brother later on the matter. Had Creagn been born a Lady, he would indeed circulate most of the gossip around Court.  

— — — — — 

The Red Keep was massive in comparison to your expectations of its size. The halls appear more like an intricate intertwining of mazes rather than passageways. Your footsteps echo and reverberate off of the stones. Tapestries depicting great moments in Targaryen history line the walls. Lit torches line the halls, the windows, and the arches looking out onto bustling the city below. Servants, guards, and other nobles wondered about, gossiping, rushing to and fro. Ladies, lords, and servants alike whispered to one another as you and your family walked by, being led by Ser Cristin and the Queen. 

It was no secret that your brother had sent Northeners and Graybeards to fight in Rhaenyra’s name. “Fight like Northerners they will,” your brother had said once. And they did indeed, the bitter cold and long winters having hardened them into mighty soldiers and fighters. Barbarians, some called them. Your father had handed over the duties of Winterfell to Cregan as he grew older. Your father had hardly left the North in all his years of life, but he had become confused and temperamental in his older age. It had ultimately been Cregan’s choice to join the Blacks, a decision he is now trying to repair. Or it would be more accurate to say you were trying to repair. Since you were a wolf being offered up to the dragons for slaughter. Perhaps the only reason that the Greens hadn’t burned down Winterfell, and your family around with it, is because they know the importance of your family to Westeros. And if the North falls, we all fall, and no one knew the North better than the Starks. 

As you continue on your walk through the winding halls of the Red Keep, you finally come to stand before a set of doors. Modest in comparison to some of the others you’ve passed by. Metal filigree winds its way up from the handles like vines, the rest of the door was rather lackluster. Ser Cristin steps forward, dutifully opening the doors for your party.

There in the middle of the small council room, stood your betrothed. After long last you finally laid eyes on your betrothed. Aemond stood proud and tall, his long silver hair pulled back into one thick braid, tied together at the bottom with a strip of black leather. His back was turned towards you, hands clasped behind him. He was dressed in what appeared to be his riding gear, perhaps he had just come back from a flight with Vhagar.

“Aemond, there you are. You missed the arrival of your betrothed,” Alicent chided her son, who could not be less interested in the conversation at hand. 

“Mhm,” He hummed, “I was–” He paused thinking, “ –busy”. From beside you, you can hear Cregan scoff a bit. Your mother puts a warning hand against his back, he was never one for formalities. But then again, most Northerners weren’t. The Prince finally turned towards your party. The famous leather eye patch covering the sapphire in his socket. The faint pink lines of his scar peeked out on either end of the patch. He’s beautiful, you think, in a macabre sort of way, but beautiful nonetheless. He looked ethereal standing there, backlight from the evening sun shining through the windows. 

His lavender eye rakes itself over your form, as your mother pushes you forward a bit, to better meet his gaze. He lets out another hum, of approval, or disapproval, you cannot tell. A cord of annoyance strikes through you, not having the wherewithal to be subjected to such petty scrutiny. 

Alicent places a guiding hand on your waist, walking you forward, closer to the One-eyed Prince. You curtsey once you reach him, the lessons your mother taught you as a girl kicking in and taking over.

“I did not know you Northerners were capable of such manners,” Aemond scoffed as he said this as if he was telling a bad joke. Your teeth grind together, hands clenching into fists in your skirts. Behind you you can hear the scuffle of footsteps, and then a halt. Presumably, your brother acting out again, or perhaps your father this time. Typically, your family wouldn’t care much about appearances, but you were all treading on thin ice, and you knew it. 

Rising back up to your full height, which annoyingly still made you have to look up at him, you say: “We are rather steeped in our traditions in the North my Prince. We value honor decency, and the truth of one's word,” You glare at him through your lashes as you say this last bit. If it were not for the threat upon your entire house and bannermen then you would not be here, wolves were not creatures made to bow, even in the face of a dragon. 

Surprisingly, Aemond lets out a hardy laugh. You chance a glance over at his mother, she looks to be just as stunned as the rest of you. Silence befalls the room. 

“Smart mouth you have, huh, my Lady Stark?” He chuckles some more, then leans closer, intending his next words to only be for you. “Watch your tongue in my court, or I shall have it served to you on a platter at our wedding feast,” and with that, he straightens, and walks away. Yelling something over his shoulder about the training yard, and Ser Cole come with. 

“I–” Alicent begins to say, but you cut her off, rather impolitely, “ It’s quite alright Your Grace,” You offer her a smile. You liked Alicent, the poor woman had been through enough as it is, and the arrogance of her son wasn’t any help. “I am just pleased to finally have arrived here at court, and to settle in at my new home,” It was most certainly a half-truth, but there was no need to make tensions rise any higher. 

— — — — —

The following next few days were spent quite the same. Your little party with the guidance of Alicent took tours of the Red Keep as well as its many gardens and docks. One afternoon Alicent and Queen Helaena accompanied your mother and yourself down to one of the traveling markets of King’s Landing. It was rather grand, merchants coming from all across Westeros to sell their wares. Helaena had shown you a favorite merchant of hers, a man who made intricate gold and silver jewelry in the shapes of little bugs and small creatures. You had purchased a ring depicting the head of a dire wolf.

Aemond had remained illusive, he only graced everyone with his presence at meals. Choosing to sit far away from you, his brother, the King, talking about who knows what was next to him, but all the while his lavender eye remained fixed on you. It made you squirm a bit, being under his heavy gaze. Overthinking how you raised your fork to your lips, or where you held your cup of wine, on the stem or the rim as you’d always done. 

With your wedding on the morrow, your nerves became more frayed than usual. Your mind is plagued with silly thoughts like: Will he think I’m pretty? Will he learn to love me? But as soon as those thoughts enter they are replaced with others such as: Why should I care? He’s been nothing but unpleasant and rude. But the younger, little girl in you still hopes to have a fruitful marriage, one filled with respect and love. Much like that of your mother and father’s. Although you know now that that is an anomaly in this world. 

Your night is filled with restless sleep. Your body follows a pattern of waking for an hour and then sleeping for another. The heat of King’s Landing did not aid in this, the covers bunched down by your feet as you tossed and turned. Shortly after the sun had risen, maids had burst into your room, wedding gown in hand. You spent the next couple of hours being dotted upon like the princess you were about to become. 

It wasn’t a large service by any means, not that you minded. Something smaller and more intimate was more to your liking. Your father walked you up the long aisle to meet your soon-to-be husband. Aemond stood at the altar in the sept, his house cloak in his hands to drape around your shoulders. The closer you got to him the more you could see his eye attempt to devour your appearance. Surprisingly, he gently held your small hands in his. His fingers and palms were calloused from many hours of training with a sword, and flights upon Vhagar. He was a handsome man you thought, too bad his arrogance made him ugly. Perhaps a bit naively you thought, I can change that. But maybe it was just wishful thinking. Your mind already trying to fix something potentially broken. 

Aemond’s lips touched yours, forever sealing your vows to one another. Unlike his hands, they were smooth and soft, and uncharacteristically gentle. He was a good kisser you think, but then again the only other boy you’d kissed was a farm hand back at Winterfell when you were much younger. 

Aemond thought you were beautiful, the moment he laid eyes upon his Little Wolf he thought perhaps this union will not be one of suffering and strife. At least she will be pretty to fuck. As his lips touched yours in the sept in front of the Gods, he tasted honey and black tea. You smell like vanilla, spices, and what Aemond assumed fire to smell like. His hand came to fist in your hair, possessively anchoring you to him.

When you part you suck in a breath of air, cheeks red. Such a sultry kiss in front of your family and the Gods caused a rush of embarrassment to course through you. Aemond however, gave you a wicked smirk in response to the color in your cheeks. Still clutching your hand tightly in his, he guides his new bride down and out of the sept, to return to the Red Keep for the evening's festivities. 

— — — — —

The great hall was filled with the aroma of cooked meats, potatoes, wine, and the heavy laughter of your party guests. Your mother and father sat with you and your new family at the head table, looking down slightly upon the rest of the partygoers. Where the ceremony may have been smaller, the feast after it was not. Several more houses and bannermen of your brother’s came to celebrate the historic union. Boltons, Lannisters, Freys, Greyjoys, Hightowers, and the like filled the hall. You chose to remain seated beside your new husband, the ever-dutiful wife. You knew and had seen many times how rowdy Northmen could become at such a venue. You preferred to keep your distance, although it was not unusual to find you dancing with your younger siblings back home at Winterfell. 

By the looks of it, your brother had loosened up a bit, a tanker of ale clutched in one hand.

The king had joined him and the others closer in age for what looked to be some kind of drinking game. Meanwhile, Aemond’s hand absent-mindedly made its home on your thigh, stroking up and down. The gesture was a stark contrast to his previous words and actions. 

“You have barely eaten wife,” He noted as he glanced at you, “You must be well full and ready for what I have planned for you.” The same small smirk crosses his lips once again. Leaving you with a funny feeling in your stomach. But you can’t help the small wave of heat that strikes your core. Your mother once told you that men can become rather possessive of their women, and it can be quite cumbersome most of the time. Restricting one's freedom, constantly wanting you in their presence, she had said to expect this with someone like Aemond. But she mentioned that sometimes, in the confines of your marital chambers, it can be very — riveting to lay with such a man. It wasn’t until now that you began to understand what she had meant.

“I am afraid I have no appetite, my lord husband. My nerves do not allow me to eat it seems,” Aemond’s gaze darkened at the use of the word “husband”. Prince Aemond was not a man who did anything halfway, if he were to do anything, it was to be done fully without exception. A wave of dark possession seeps into his gut. He had already claimed a dragon but now he wishes to claim a wolf too. 

From across the hall, his thoughts are abruptly interrupted by his brother's drunken yelling. 

“ – the bedding ceremony! Come now little brother it is time for the bedding ceremony,” Aemond’s fists clenched, the hand on your skirts bunching in the fabric. “Will you fuck her like a hound brother? Woof Woof hahaha,” The hall had fallen eerily silent. Aemond’s chair clatters to the ground from the force of his standing. From beside Aegon, you see your brother place his cup of ale on the table, hand reaching for his sword. Your father is already a step ahead of him, hand on the hilt of his dagger. Your mother goes to stand in front of your younger siblings, shielding them. If you had no appetite before you certainly don’t have one now, your hands had gone cold and clammy, your head feeling light at the insults thrown your way. From beside you, Alicent stands, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

“That is enough Aegon,” She begins to say.

“Oh come now Mother it was only a jest. Can I not be proud of my little brother?” Alicent opens her mouth to respond but Aemond beats her to it.

“You can take your ‘jests’ down to your whores on the Steer of Silk but you will not speak in such a way in front of my wife, let alone her family.” His voice is dangerously calm, ready to snap, and bubble over into pure rage at any given moment. 

“Always so uptight little brother, as if someone has shoved a stick up your ass–” It is your turn to stand now, the feet of your chair scrapping the stone floor beneath you. 

“I am quite tired, husband will you escort me back to our chambers?” You look at Aemond, a stern, silent plea evident on your features. 

“Certainly wife,” He responds with the same tantalizing calmness. Offering you his hand, which you take, grasping on tighter than perhaps necessary, you both make your way out of the great hall. Leaving the mess that is Aegon behind for someone else to clean up. It was your wedding day after all and you needn’t worry yourself with such matters. 

The walk to your marital chambers is quiet and tense. Your hand still firmly grasping Aemond’s, although he now squeezes yours back. The heels of your shoes echo off of the palace walls in an attempt to keep up with Aemond’s long strides. After an eternity of uncertainty at what was to come next, you reach Aemond’s, and now your, chambers. The room is large and furnished quite cozily. A large four-poster bed makes its home in the center back wall of the room. A table of what looks like chess pieces and a map sits by the open windows.

Aemond however reaches for the pitcher of wine on another small side table, pouring a cup for himself and downing it in one go. He pours a second, and a third for you. He offers it to you, you shake your head, afraid you cannot stomach the drink after what had just happened. 

“I am sorry–” You break the silence. Aemond raises a hand to silence you. 

“It is I who should apologize. My brother is a foul and evil creature who feeds off of the discomfort of others. But never had he dared to do so so boldly before,” He pauses, taking a sip of wine. “I have been absent since you arrived at the Keep and I believe I owe you an explanation,” 

You cross your arms over your chest, the air coming in from the harbor seeming chilly now. “Yes I do believe you do,” you say.

Aemond quirks an eyebrow at your sass, a small smile spreading across his lips. “They told me women of the North have sharp tongues and poor manners,” You scoff, his smile widens, “but I must say I’m rather enjoying that thus far.”  He moves toward you, one hand still holding his cup of wine, the other reaching up to cup your chin, turning your face to meet his eye. 

“I must admit that when I learned that your treacherous brother’s offered your hand to me I was quite – unnerved. I had no desire to marry, let alone marry a traitor,” A cord of anger courses through you, and Aemond notices this. He sets his cup down on the table next to you, the one with the chess pieces. Your eyes follow the movement, better taking in the contents of the table, a war game perhaps, you think. 

“I didn’t want to be chained to a dull, meek little pup for the rest of my life,” His now free hand comes to rest on your hip, and his thumb and forefinger move from your chin, to trace the shape of your lips, then your jaw, and down the column of your neck. “But I must say, that you have certainly exceeded my expectations. I shall enjoy breeding you,” His alkaline nose moves to smell your hair, and you inhale a sharp gasp at the vulgarity of his words. You feel him smile into your neck as he continues his ministrations, placing the whisper of a kiss here and there.  

“I do not understand you. You show me kindness, even apologizing for the acts of your brother, but then you insult me and my heritage. What is it that you want from me, Prince Aemond Targaryen?” You question him, hoping your voice comes out as steady as you command it. Aemond pulls back laughing, both hands now finding purchase on your hips, he begins to guide you backward towards the bed. The backs of your knees hit the wooden frame. 

“Perhaps I wish to see how far I can push you Little Wolf. I enjoy your banter and wish to hear more of it. It pleases me that I’ve been matched to a woman who is not afraid to speak to me in such a way. People so quickly cower and whisper when I am near, it is refreshing to be met head-on.” His blunt statement surprises you, you had not expected such a confession from the Prince.

“Perhaps–” You pause, choosing your next words carefully, “ – perhaps then we can learn to love one another in this marriage.” You almost whisper the last bit, uncertainty in your voice. 

“Yes, I think perhaps we can,” Aemond whispers back to you, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. The tension in the air is palpable, maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move. To see how far he could push you as he had said a moment ago. Deciding to test this hypothesis you stand on your tiptoes, slotting your lips against his, just as you did in the sept. A hungry growl leaves Aemond’s throat using his grip on your waist to pull you flush against his chest. He kisses you back with ferocity. 

A hand grapes your throat, guiding you down towards the bed, your back hitting the feather mattress. You gasp against Aemond’s lips, swallowing the sound, he continues his assault. His hand against your throat tightened, although not unpleasantly, heat rushing to your core. His lips begin to retrace their path down your jaw and the column of your neck, biting and sucking red marks in their wake. 

“Aemond– someone will see–” He parts from you only for a second, looking into your eyes. 

“Let them, after all, isn’t that what my imputant brother wanted proof of our coupling? Perhaps it will give him something to pleasure himself to–” The thought makes Aemond’s cock harden impossibly more in his trousers. The fact that he could pleasure his wife to a level that his brother could only imagine, was nearly enough to drive him over the edge. 

“Husband that is not reason enough to leave –” You're interrupted by a particularly sharp bite to the collarbone. A moan of pain and pleasure escapes past your lips, spurring your new husband onwards. With a sharp tug, Aemond pulls the bodice of your dress down, exposing your chest to him. He murmurs a simple “beautiful” under his breath before latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling at the flesh. Your back arches slightly in response, desperate to bring yourself closer to his touch. 

As he continues his ministrations he begins to unlace the remainders of your gown, shimmying them down your body, to pool at his feet. You feel his calloused hands roam up and down your body. Sketching your shape into his memory. His fingers knead the flesh of your breasts, your thighs, your ass. Finally, he swipes his fingers between your folds, you emit a soft whine at the contact. 

He raises an eyebrow, “I’ve barely even touched you yet Little Wolf, and you're already soaking my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock–” He trails off, mesmerized as he begins to pump two fingers in and out of your core. Your cheeks flush a deep scarlet at his words. Your hands find purchase in the sheets of your new bed. 

“Oh– oh Aemond –” You whisper in between breaths. 

“Say it again, say my name again,” It’s almost a plea, begging to hear it again.

“Husband– Aemond– My Dragon –” Aemond harshly withdraws his fingers from you. You nearly scream at the loss of the delicious contact. Discarding the remainder of his clothes, tossing them haphazardly to the side, Aemond grabs you by the ankles pulling you down towards the end of the bed where he stands. You catch site of his cock as he gives it a few tugs in preparation. The tip angry and red, glazed in his arousal for you. Your eyes widen a bit, your mother never prepared you for what might happen should your lord husband be too – big. 

Aemond sees your moment of concern, he positions himself over you, cock aligned at your entrance. His hand carresses your cheek, as he says “I shall be gentle, if you ask me to.Give you time to adjust –” 

“No,” Your answer surprises the both of you. “I want you, I am not some small flower, I can take what you give me. I want whatever you shall give me Husband.” You lean up to kiss the tip of his nose, as if to reassure him that what you say is true.

“Seven fucking Hells, you are something did you know that?” He rests his forehead agaisnt yours, as he ever so slowly begins to sheath himself inside of you. 

You let out a small giggle, whispering back “I know–” 

Aemond bottoms out inside of you, his cock fully enclosed by the walls of your cunt. He could die like this, he thinks. Cock sheathed in the cunt of his gorgeous Little Wolf. Your walls squeeze him perfectly, he needs to take a moment to catch his breath. He had fucked women before, whores in the Street of Silk. His brother having dragged him there once, and to seek some kind of perverted comfort there during The Dance. But none of them compared to this moment, none of them –

“Husband, Gods move please,” Aemond is brought out of his thoughts by your pleas, you voice hoarse with want and need. 

“With pleasure Little Wolf.” He begins to thrust, moving his hips at a slow and steady pace. It’s for his own sake as much as it is yours. He’s afraid that should he move to fast he won’t be able to carry on for very long. Beneath him your hands clutch the sheets of his bed, your cheeks are flushed the most lovely red, your hair played out in a halo around you on the pillow. If he could burn the image into his mind forever, then he certainly would. 

Aemond’s cock stretches you out perfectly, boardering on pain and pleasure, but only for the first moments. His thrusts are steady and calculated, but never the less delicious. The movement causes friction on your clit, sending a wave of pleasure to your core. It’s lovely, you think, but you want more. Moving from their place in the sheets, your hands settle on his hips, urging him to move faster.

“Aemond– more,” His lilac eye flits up to your face, asking for silent reassurance that that is indeed what you want. “For Gods sake Husband, move faster please I–” Not needing to be told twice, Aemond picks up speed. Where his thrusts were slow and sensual, now they are fast and hard. He fucks you like a man starved, as if he was told this is the last woman he will ever lay with. Which in his case, was true, since you were married after all. 

Your tits bounce at the force of his movement, your hands that were previously on his hips, begin to rake down his back. Your legs come up to circle his waist, drawing him impossibly closer. 

“You like this then, huh, Little Wolf. Treated like my own personal whore, to fuck how I please?” The sounds that fill the room are egregious, skin against skin, moans, whimpers, and screams. 

“Louder Little Wolf, howl for me, let the whole Keep hear how I pleasure you so,” Perhaps that same small part of him wanted his brother to hear. As if Aemond had something to prove to him, that he made a better husband, a better lover than Aegon ever will. 

“Aemond, Aemond, oh Aemond–” You chant his name like a mantra. His cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, you gasp eyes widening at the feeling. 

“Seems I’ve found where you feel pleasure best. Is that right Little Wolf?” 

“Yes, Gods Aemond, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna –” Hearing that was all the motivation he needed to pick up his pace even more. To fuck you even harder than before. He grips your hips pulling you closer to him at the end of the bed, from this angle he has full control over your body, and can fuck you as you so desire him to.

The force of his thrusts, and the friction against your clit cause you to see stars behind your eyes. With one last scream of his name, you cum around his cock. Your walls pulling him in, attempting to root him to you. Aemond however, does not let up, chasing afer his own release. 

“Just a moment more, my sweet, perfect Little Wolf. I’m going to breed you, and watch you swell with my pups. Wouldn’t you love that huh?” Aemond continues to piston in and out of you, the feeling almost too much, but still just as lovely as before. Nonsensical moans leave your lips, and Aemond laughs at you babbling, although not rudely. 

His hips begin to stutter as he nears his end, his heavy balls slapping against your cunt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” He mutters under his breath as you feel his seed coat your walls. The feeling warm, and full and lovely. Aemond remains seated inside of you as he rests his forehead once more to yours. You kiss his nose again, a new favorite spor perhaps. He offers you a small smile in return.

You both groan as he pulls out. Your cunt perfectly overstimulated and happy. Wordlessly Aemond leaves the bed, and begins to rummage around some drawers in one of the many pieces of furniture in the room. You worry for a brief moment that he will leave, and that he meant none of what he said. But as he brings a damp cloth between your thighs to clean you, your worries wash away. He tosses the rag aside, to be dealt with on the morrow. For now, all he wanted was to lay with his wife in his arms as he drifts off to sleep. 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you move to covers to lie beneath them. Aemond pulls you to him, tucking the top of your head under his chin, he kisses your hair. You both think that perhaps this marriage will be fruitful, that over time you will learn to love one another. It seems as if you both are on a lovely start for that though as is. 

“Good night ñuha jorrāeliarzy (my beloved),” Aemond mutters into your hair. 

“Sleep well, My Dragon,” you say in response. You both drift off into a peaceful sleep, held comfortably in each other's arms. No one knew what the morrow would bring, let alone a fortnight from now. But you both knew you would see it through together as equals, husband and wife, dragon and wolf.

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Who are you?~

Stephen Strange x Reader!Stark

PT2- but daddy I love him

Warnings: smut, baby girl nickname, dominate Stephen, age gap (20 ish years) cussing, choking.

Stephen sat by the bar a martini in his hand regretting telling Tony Stark that he would make it to yet another victory party- even though Stephen was pretty sure it was just an excuse for Tony to have another party. With the mission they all had; it was probably a good idea on Tony’s part to release some tension that was weighed on their shoulders from the mission.

“Hey pretty boy- do you want more of that drink?” Natasha said with a soft laugh as she leaned across the bar counter. Stephen rolled his eyes but a smile placed on his face.

“You know I could just refill it myself.” He commented a slight cocky look on his face- Nat just rolled her eyes.

“Hey im being nice to you- don’t be cocky mr magic.” She laughs taking his cup and refilling his martini drink. She handed to him and he did a quiet thank you. His eyes snapped towards a young woman in a black dress- who laughed loudly at what Thor was saying to her; most likely trying to impress the young girl. Stephen almost dropped his drink when she caught his eyes. Why hasn’t he seen her before? She was gorgeous, h/l h/c hair and when she looked around he caught the color of her eyes. They were so bright and full of youth and life. Natasha notices this laughing lightly.

“Ah so you’ve finally caught your eye on her?” Natasha says titling her head at the sorcerer seeing the way he didn’t want to remove his eyes from her. He looks back mouth slightly open before clearing his throat.

“Who is that?” He questions rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Nat just smiles knowing exactly who she was but wanted to see how this would play out.

“Why don’t you go see.” She hummed before turning around to prepare more drinks for the guests. Stephen had a cocky smile on his face before doing exactly what Natasha had suggested. He straightened his suit before walking over to the mystery girl.

“And that’s why I can be the only whom can hold the hammer!” Thor boomed loudly as she laughed at how loud and energetic Thor could be.

“So you have to be worthy? So if it’s on an elevator- does that mean the elevator is worthy?” she cocked her head to the side- her gaze pure and full of interest.

“You’re very funny Lady- Oh Mr. Wizard!” Thor exclaims looking at Stephen who was behind her ready to go up to introduce himself. She turns around to face the sorcerer smiling from ear to ear.

“Oh hi.” She chuckles bringing up her martini up to her lips. Stephen swore his breath caught in his throat when he saw her up close- she was stunning.

“Hi. My name is Doctor Stephen Strange.” He said bringing his hand out- she giggled before taking his hand giving it a firm shake.

“I knew that already but hi.”

“So you’re not going to tell your name?” He chuckles bringing his hand back away from her touch suddenly missing the feeling of warmth.

“I’m afraid if I tell you Doctor- you’ll run away and I don’t know about you but I don’t want you too.” She smirked- ah so a flirt she was. Stephen grinned leaning against the wall closest to them.

“Oh? Is that so?” He sipped on his drink as he looked at her- she couldn’t be more than 23 years old. Young- maybe a little too young for him but god was she the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. “I think I can handle it.” He hummed. She walked closer to him tilting her head.

“No- I don’t really think you could Doctor Strange.” She smiled softly poking his chest. “Have a great night.” She winked at him before walking away from the sorcerer. Stephen watched as she walked away- her hips swaying. She knew she was a tease, she knew that Stephen strange was completely attracted to her. Only if he knew she loved to play games.

Stephen rubbed his forehead with his fingers as he looked up at Tony explaining their next mission. That’s when she walked in. The mystery girl from the party.

“Aye there’s my girl.” Tony smiles softly. She smiles widely giving Tony a side hug- her eyes landing on Stephen.

“Hey Y/n.” Natasha smirks looking between the two knowing Stephen had no idea yet and that made it much more entertaining.

“So y/n is your name?” Stephen smirks leaning back on the god awful office chair. Y/n smiles softly looking at Tony- who was glaring daggers towards Stephen.

“How do you know my daughter doctor?” Tony asked as he crossed his arms his gazing never leaving Stephen. Stephen almost choked- eyes wide as Natasha sat there giggling like a maniac. Y/n bit her lip nervously watching Stephen’s reaction.

“I met him at the party dad- don’t worry about it.” She said flicking her dad’s nose a smile on her face- that made Stephen basically swoon.

“So you’re Y/n Stark?” Stephen whispered rubbing his gotee mentally face palming himself. He flirted with Tony’s daughter- god she must be so young then. Tony kept his gaze on Stephen.

“Stay. Away.” Tony groaned. Stephen smirked lightly moving his gaze from Tony back to Y/n as she used that little flirt smile; basically begging him to not stay away.

“I’ll see you guys later.” Y/n grins walking away from the meeting. Stephen heart thumping against his chest as he watched her walk away.

“No- don’t think about it.” Tony warned pointing a finger towards Stephen. “She is 23 years old-“

“So why isn’t that I didn’t know you had a daughter Tony?” Stephen laughed leaning against the chair crossing his arms.

“Because- I like to keep her safe and away from public eye.” Tony grumbled. Stephen hummed smirking a bit. “Now stay away!” Stephen tried to… he really did.

And there she was again- he’s bumped into her everywhere now. The kitchen, in the training room, anywhere and everywhere. He watched as she read in the common room, her knees curled up to her chest- as she let the tv roll with a random show as a background noise. He knew it was creepy to watch but she looked so peaceful. He kept hearing Tony’s voice- “stay away” but god was it so hard. She was beautiful and brought a certain light in the room. He watched as she slowly chewed the bottom of her lip- reading glasses framing her face, a messy bun on top of her head. Stephen needed to talk to her- instead of small talk it was driving him crazy. He ran a hand through his hair before walking up to her on the couch.

“Must be interesting whatever you’re reading.” He mutters lightly. She looks up from her book a small smile on her face.

“I mean it is Harry Potter- of course it is.” She giggled placing her book down on her lap. “I mean you would know about wizards huh? Did you come from Hogwarts?” She jokes- she was a lot like her father.

“Haha-“ he laughs sarcastically sitting himself down on the couch before looking at her. “I’m a sorcerer by the way- not a wizard.”

“That’s not what my dad says. I’m pretty sure you’re a wizard.” She smirked tilting her head in a cocky way that made Stephen’s heart thump.

“Does it look like I have a wand?” He joked back at her- she just laughed lightly rolling her eyes moving herself dangerously close to him.

“I don’t know. Do you?” She flirted batting her eyelashes- she knew she was cute, she knew she was a flirt and she used that to her advantage when it came to Stephen strange. Stephen looked at her when she moved herself closer to him- her batty lashes and pouty lips.

“You know you’re a flirt don’t you?” He chuckled lightly his face moving dangerously close to hers-

“Only with you- I told you, you’d run when you found my name.” She smirked moving her head away from his- Stephen let out the breath he was holding noticing the small smirk on her lips. He knew she was playing a very dangerous game. He looked around his surroundings to notice no one was in fact here- he decided to take a very dangerous step, that could end up getting him killed by Tony but god she was all he could think about. He grabs her chin moving her head closer to his- his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips.

“I didn’t run.” He mutters softly- smirking lightly seeing the blush that covered her cute face. He brings his face closer rubbing his nose against hers- her eyes fluttering close as his breath hits her soft lips. “I can tease too, you know.” He grinned letting go of her chin pulling his head away noticing the slight whimper and pout escaping her lips and face.

“No- you cannot get to do that and walk away.” She huffs standing up from the couch her arms crossed as she stared down at him. Stephen laughs lightly standing up to tower over her.

“You’re cute when you get mad.” Stephen chuckles deeply winking at her before walking away- he could hear her huff and plop back down on the couch.

Stephen was determined to make Y/n stark blush, and wanting to more. They hung out all the time- of course when everyone was asleep. They would talk and flirt but most importantly he got to actually know the young stark- he found out she loves reading, and quite like her father; sassy, witty, silver tongue. He was enjoying her presents more and more. Dare to say he was actually falling for her.

Stephen groaned again as he was at ANOTHER party of Tony starks- it wasn’t even a celebration. It was just a party because Tony got bored. Stephen smiled as he watched Y/n wearing a red mini dress trying her absolute best to get Stephen’s attention and god it was working. He sipped on his martini as he stared at her talking to Wanda- she kept glancing at Stephen behind her shoulder the red lipped smirk aimed at him, and every time she looked at him she would bit her lower lip in such a seductive way. She was waiting for him to break- and he was so close to. Stephen chewed the inside of his cheek before setting his glass down and marching over to her. He slyly wrapped an arm around her waist giving Wanda an apologetic smile.

“Wanda- May I borrow y/n?” Stephen asked- y/n eyes wide as she looked up at Stephen her head tilting in confusion. Wanda laughs waving her hand.

“Please do- she can’t stop looking at you anyhow.” Wanda sipping her wine. Stephen laughed lightly before guiding Y/n away from the party and into a secluded area- the idea of secluded area was the furthest bathroom away from the party. He brought her inside closing the door behind them before slamming her against the door. His look was full of lust- the teasing was too much for him at this point. Her eyes widen when he pushed her against the door. His hand on her lower stomach and his other on her cheek- his face was close to hers. He watched as she bit her lower lip nervously but a small smirk wanted to escape.

“Ah so you’re breaking huh?” She giggled lightly moving her leg in between his thighs, rubbing her foot up and down his leg. Stephen breath hitched moving his hand to place on the wall besides her head.

“You know I can show you what I do to naughty girls.” He purred lightly his heart beating against his chest not believing his own words that fell out of his mouth.

“Me naughty no-“ Stephen smashed his lips against hers before she can come back with a sarcastic and bratty comment. She almost gasped loudly at the contact but instead she decided to move her hands to his hair gripping onto it like her life depended on it. He groaned into the kiss his hands moving down to her waist gripping tightly which made a quick squeak escape her lips. He pulled back before immediately attacking her neck creating small love bites on her neck and making his way down to her chest. She moaned tugging on his hair roughly. “I want to go slow… but I cannot wait- don’t want people to be suspicious now do we?” He mumbled against her skin before turning her around to face the wall a gasp escaping her lips.

“N-No I guess not.” She whimpered, he chuckled deeply his hands on her hip. He ran his hand up and down her bare legs.

“Was this short dress for me love?” He smirked in cocky way. She chewed on her bottom lip at the way he caressed her legs, moving his hand between her thighs getting dangerously close.

“Maybe…” she squeaked. He just chuckled darkly before hitching up the dress to show her lacey black underwear.

“Oh my darling- as much as I love these. They need to be gone.” He growled before ripping off her underwear- which caused her to gasp loudly when he did so. The pool between her legs starting to become even more wet- if that was possible. “Look at you dripping for me darling girl.” He cooed. She blushed deeply trying to close her legs but he immediately kicked them apart. “No, keep them spread.” He purred- she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants which made her mouth go dry. She didn’t have much time to think as he shoved his hard cock inside of her tight pussy. She moaned loudly her hands going in front of her on the door to support herself.

“Fuck!” She shouted- Stephen chuckled gripping onto her hips as slowly moved himself in and out of trying to get to adjust to his size- her pussy was delightful was warm, tight and delicious.

“Baby girl- you are the most delightful thing I’ve ever had.” He groaned. “Think you’re fully ready for me?”

“D-Don’t hold back. N-need.” She stuttered gasping at every thrust- he was hitting her g-spot just right; everytime he would pull back slowly and then push himself inside of her just right. It made her mouth just water at the way he knew what he was doing. Both of their heads snapped when the door knob started turning. “Someone’s in-“ Stephen chuckles quietly before thrusting himself harder in her. “H-here!” She looked back and shot him a glare at his cocky face. He was loving this.

“Oh I’m sorry lady y/n! We were just looking for you!” Thors voice booms through the door. Y/n hitched a breath when Stephen started increasing his pace- that same cocky look on his face. She tried to calm down her uncontrollable breathing, trying not to slur out profanities and moans.

“N-No it’s okay! I’ll b-be out soon!” She was able to gasp out but it wasn’t helping that Stephen moved one of his hands to massage her very sensitive breast over her dress.

“Are you okay in there lady y/n?” Thor asks in concern. Y/n felt the tears threatening to come out of her eye pocket- not out of pain no out of pure pleasure. Stephen moved his hand to push the hair out of the way of her neck to place gentle kisses as he continued to pound into her his grip on her hip never leaving.

“I’m fine! I’ll be out soon Thor! Please!” She exclaimed her hand on the door scratching lightly throwing her head back- making Stephen wrap his hand around her neck.

“Alright alright- I’ll tell your father that you’ll be out there soon.” Thor laughs- she hears his footsteps walk away. Stephen laughed a bit gripping her neck more.

“Good girl.” He cooed making her pussy tighten around his hard cock making him grunt in the process. “Now sweetheart we’ve gotta make this fast- prepare yourself.” She nods not being able to make any sentences- but moan. He moved his hand down back to her hips; before forcing her hips to hit more into him. He rocked his hips against her- her moans sounded like pure bliss in his ears. The sound of skin and skin smacking together. He threw his head back grunting and moaning feeling himself close to the edge; and he knew she was too- with the way she was clenching around him.

“Fuck Stephen. I’m so close please.” She moaned out. Stephen grinned moving his head down to her ear kissing and nibbling her ear gently.

“Cum for me baby girl.” He mutters- as soon as those words escaped his lips. She screamed loudly her juices cumming around his cock. He smirked before going faster getting him closer to his edge. He gasped loudly before spilling his seed inside of her(god he hoped she was on the pill or something) he lazily placed his head on her back finishing himself out. He pulls out of her groaning at the loss of contact. He watched as his seed dripped down her leg- with the swish of his hand he removed and cleaned the seed off of her. She turned around to face him- her face flushed as she fixed her hair.

“You lost.” She hummed- he chuckled lightly placing his hand on her cheek before placing a soft peck on her lips.

“And I’ll lose a 1000 times over if it means that I get to do that as many times as I can.” He muttered. She giggled lightly picking up her underwear from the ground. He started fixing himself up- buckling his pants back on.

“If you’re cool with it- I never want this to stop.” She flirted before shoving her underwear in his pocket. “Now we should get back huh?” Stephen smiled lightly tracing her lips with his thumb.

“I was hoping you would say that; but yes we should probably get back.” He laughed gently- she giggled as well before opening up the door.

“Wait for a bit and then come out.” She said turning to look back at him. He nods smacking her ass in the process.

“So commanding my love.” She rolled her eyes before leaving Stephen alone in the bathroom. She walked back into the party- still seeing everyone was here. Tony looked over at his daughter- he walked over to her a drink in his hand.

“Where were you?” He asked titling his head at her -sipping his drink. She tried not to blush, and bit her bottom lip.

“Bathroom.” She muttered trying to turn away from him. Tony scrunched his eyebrows grabbing his daughter’s wrist pulling her back and when he did she saw the hickeys on her neck- more like covered all over her neck.

“Who the flying f put that on your neck!” Tony roared eyes widen- thinking of his daughter that way made him internally angry and mad. Y/n tried to look in his eye-line but then mentally face palmed herself. Fuck. Stephen soon shortly came walking in the same direction she had which had Tony look over. His face was red- when the dots connected. “Stephen Strange!”

Uh this was not going to be a fun conversation for any of them.

Let me know what you think! You dirty little hoes 🫡🥰

[catsteeth]

Ivory Gown HEADCANNON

Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Stark Reader

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Request: “So we know that Jacaerys wasn't a fan of the bedding ceremony but how did he initially react when StarkReader mentioned it? Did he even know what it was? You can decide if you want bullet points or paragraphs!” CW: NSFW themes, misogyny, threats of violence, Jace being protective/possessive, fluffy fluff.

I think Jace would know what it is. He is a royal who has probably been to multiple Westeros weddings, where it is commonplace. However, I think his knowledge about such ceremonies would be fairly general. I don’t think they prep the boys for their weddings as they do for women. 

I think his opinion of it is that it is distasteful and generally disrespectful and demeaning towards the bride. Even though some brides look forward to the ceremony. 

If you brought up the ceremony to him he would likely reassure you it wouldn’t happen. He would be stern and determined that it wouldn’t even be up for question, but with you his words would be gentle and honest. Though if someone else were to bring it up be would likely take offense that they would even consider it. 

Like imagine you and he were walking around the Great Hall with the Septon and a handmaiden and planned the wedding:

“Any foods you would request, my Lady?” The septon asked as the handmaiden continued to write down each word spoken. 

You raised your eyebrows not expecting to be spoken to. You shook your head, “I have no opinion.” You said instinctively, not wanting to impose on the house you did not feel was your own yet.

Jace took your hand gently and subtly as he stepped to your side. “She prefers duck in meat and trout in fish, " he told the septon and the handmaiden scribbled away.

The septon nodded, “Very well.” As you three continued to walk across the grand hall, you smiled up at Jace softly. Touched by his attentiveness to you. Jace rubbed your knuckle gently with his thumb as the Septon turned back to Jace, “The Lady’s gown will have to be altered,” He began but you interrupted him before he could finish, “Altered? That was my mother’s gown.” You didn’t wish to sound ungrateful or disrespectful but this dress held great sentiment to not only you but to the North itself. 

The septon turned his attention from Jace to you, he stammered a bit before he could get out his sentence, “A simple alteration is all, the gown’s trail though elegant is far too long. It may cause some difficulty during the bedding ceremony.” 

Jace was not the one interrupting him. “Bedding ceremony? Who decided that?” he asked, letting go of your hand and walking closer to the septon with anger in his voice. 

The handmaiden who had written everything down suddenly looked up from her quill and parchment, looking between the septon and the prince. “It is tradition, my Prince. Without the bedding ceremony, there is no proof that the marriage was consummated.” The Septon said without much confidence. 

“They’ll have their proof when the princess is with child.” Jace had a habit of already acting as though you and he were married. Referring to you as the princess even though that title had not become your own yet. He stepped closer to the Septon looking at him with daggers for eyes, “I’ll not have men’s hands on my bride, and I certainly won’t have them ripping her mother’s gown off of her.” He stared at the Septon, daring him to question him, when he did not Jace stepped back towards you, “Her dress will not be altered, and anyone who wishes for a bedding ceremony will answer to my sword.” He said finally before leading you out of the great hall with him. 

Jace huffed as he walked down the hall. You liked seeing him so angry, it made your blood hot, and wish that you were already wed so you could let him take out his frustration onto you. You smirked at him as he continued to march down the hall, looking forward with angry eyes.

You took a gentle hold of his fingers as he marched, “I am gladdened by your choice.” You said softly.

Jace scoffed and shook his head, “It is a barbaric ceremony.” 

You nodded then shrugged, “There’s worse ceremonies that are performed.” Jace looked at you with a raised brow not knowing what you meant, “The first night ceremony.” You said and he still looked at you with confusion, “You’ve never heard of that one?” Your smirk pulled into a smile and you held back a giggle, you leaned in closer to him as you whispered, “Any man whose name ranked above the grooms could claim the first night of marriage.” 

Jace looked at you in shock, disgusted by what you’d just told him, “You cannot be serious.”

You shook your head, “I have never been one to joke about such things.” you said casually, though Jace’s disgusted demeanor did not go away. “Do not worry, your great-grandmother outlawed it in all her wisdom.” You said attempting to ease his mind.

“I’d kill any man who even jested of it.” He said shaking his head already angry at the thought of it. 

You smirked at him and stifled a laugh, “I did not know I was betrothed to such a protective man.” 

He squeezed your hand that held his own, “I will always protect what I love. Til the end of my days.” He spoke with sternness, but as always was gentle with you.

[jacaerysgf]

Always together

r.q: hi lovlie, hope your doing well :) I was wondering if you would consider a jacaerys x starkreader? were there parents sent them to live with rhaenyra as child to learn. there they meet jace and become super close. but then driftmark happens and there sent back north. (jace isn't happy abt this and begs his mother to let them stay.) years, years later jace is sent north to remind cregan (your brother) of there oath to rhaenyra. and he sees you there and is awstruck, like heart eyes and everything. just lots of fluff and maybe a smut if thats okay💗🫶🏻🫶🏻💗

w.c: 6.2k

c.w: porn with a lot of plot like barely any smut tbh, a lot of fluff, mainly young jacaerys and young stark, vermax apperances, aegon is an ass for like one scene, p in v, fingering (f!receiving), mutual pining, worries abour the future, not proofread

a.n: can you tell how much i love jacaerys <3 🫶

You were no more than seven when you first stepped foot in the red keep. You had been exhausted, it had taken you a full moon cycle to make it to king's landing. Without the comforts of your older brother or your parents it was the first time in your life you had been alone without your family and anytime you hadn't been sleeping you were probably crying. You missed them, your mother, your father but most of all your older brother.

‘I will miss you brother.” you press your head into his shoulder, already wet from the tears you had been weeping into it. He pulled you away from him, hands on your shoulders, he attempted to look strong and firm but you could see the teary glaze over his eyes. ‘I shall visit you i promise’ you sniff as he brings his hands to your cheeks and wipes away your tears, ‘you mean it?’

‘i do. And should anything happen to you I will ride out at first light and bring you back home.’ Despite being only a couple years older he always tried to act tough and he truly meant what he said, he even got on horseback and trailed behind the carriage you were in until he could not travel any further.

Your most trusted handmaiden, Eliza, was doing her best to make you look presentable as you were approaching closer and closer to the keep. “You must remember-” “i know you have told me a million times i must be proper i must bow i must refer to them correctly and i must not overstep.” “And you must train hard, girl. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity that many would kill to get.”

You are quiet and stay quiet up until you are escorted to princess rhaenryas chambers and presented before her. “This is Lady Y/N Stark, your grace.’ you bow as low as you can go and fold your hands in front of you. “I am pleased to meet you, your grace, I must thank you for the opportunity to do this. I shall train hard.”

“Looks like she does not need your training. She is a righteous girl already.” rhaenyra slaps the man standing next to her on the arm before smiling at you. “I am pleased to meet you y/n, please ignore my husband ser laenor,” the man smiles at you and dips his head in greeting which you do back, “and my sons, jacaerys and lucerys.” she gestures with her hand to the two boys standing next to her. Lucerys who looked a mere year or two younger than you clung to his mothers leg and stared at you. Jacaerys puffed out his chest a bit and firmly nodded at you causing you to chuckle and dip your head to him. He reminded you of your brother when the two of you were a bit younger which brought you a sense of comfort.

“I will have one of the girls show you to your room and allow you to get settled in for a day or two before you begin. The trip here must have been rough.” Soon enough you are escorted out of the room and taken to your room. Your new home in a sense for you had no clue how long. You had thought you would cry as you had been this whole trip but with how kind the family seemed to be you felt as though you would do just fine without your family.

You went to bed soon after arriving and slept into the next day, Eliza had told you she was shocked you had not slept longer due to the long travel. She had gotten you ready for the day there was a firm knock on the door. It had been the lord commander Ser Harwin who had apparently been tasked by lady rhaenyra to show the two of you around the keep. Eliza had quickly finished dressing you for the day, your attire was very different from what you would wear back at home, it was so warm in the keep you had no need for your furs and almost felt naked without them.

The two of you walk out of the room and notice Ser Harwin is chatting with someone next to him. “My prince!” the two of you bow and he nods at you. “Good day.” “I hope you do not mind that he is to accompany us today.” “of course it is of no issue ser.” he smiles down at you, “you are a well spoken girl.” “thank you ser.”

The four of you begin to walk around the keep where ser hawin would point out the different routes and attempt to show you how to get around. The keep was massive. You had no clue how you would be able to remember how to get anywhere. Other than that you noticed how lifelast the place seemed to be, everyone was walking around with bored looks and the place even had a weird smell though you did not comment on it. It was so different from your life at winterfell where most smiled at each other and chatted and did not smell so strange. Harwin and Eliza would chat back and forth while you occasionally added a comment. The prince next to you said nothing, just kept his hand folded behind his back and kept stealing glances at you.

You grew worried that you had done something to upset him as whenever you would look his way he would turn his head away from you. “Did I do something to upset you, my prince?” you ended up asking him while harwin and eliza seemed to be deep in conversation about how many staircases there were and how obnoxious that was. He did not answer for a moment, playing with his hands before he looked you directly in the eyes. “I think you are very pretty.”

You are startled by his answer and look at him alarmed as he immediately looks back down at his feet and kicks at the floor. Harwin and Eliza chuckle as the two of you give each other a knowing glance while you get flustered and gulp before snapping out of your sorry state and reply to him. “Thank you, my prince. You are also very handsome.” does not look up at you but a wide grin falls on his face at your reply.

From that day onwards the two of you are inseparable. Whenever you are not doing your work you watch him train and the two of you spend so much time together you even begin to get invited to their family dinners where the two of you would continue to chat until you would be forced off to bed.

It had been a year into your time with the royal family and they had been more than kind to you. And your brother kept his promise to you, coming down that year for your nameday and promised he would be here for any future ones you do not celebrate in winterfell. Though you missed your family dearly, the family was so kind you barely noticed their absence. The princess especially seemed to put a lot of effort into helping you even after getting pregnant for the third time. You had just finished up for the day as you hear your name being called down the hall and smile as you turn already knowing who it is. “Jace what is it?” He had begged you to call him by his name and reluctantly you agreed after a couple months of being there and soon enough you began to call him Jace feeling all too comfortable with the prince. “You must come with me y/n.” he grabs your hand and begins to walk you down the hallway with him. “Where are we going jace?” “to the dragonpit you are to meet vermax.” “Your dragon, are you mad?” you attempt to pull your hand away from but he keeps a firm grip and continues to march his way to the pit with you at his side. “It is the task to show that I can properly introduce vermax to someone without him freaking out.” “And are you confident you can do this? What if I get burned to a crisp by him jacaerys!” “So I am jacaerys now?” “when you are attempting to lead me to my death i will call you whatever i please!”

The two of you stop and he grabs your arms, forcing you to look directly at him. “I promise I shall allow you to come to no harm. I swear on it in my life. Don't you believe in me?” he gives you a brave look and seeks an answer from you. You know he would never lead you somewhere where he knew you would be harmed, “i trust you, jace.” he smiles and thanks you as he continues to walk you to the pit.

The maesters greet you as you enter the pit and soon enough you are standing right next to jacaerys gripping his hand for dear life as they begin to lead vermax out.

“You scared pup?” Aegon made a comment beside you and you scoffed at him. “A wolf fears nothing, my prince.” you made an effort to not interact with the hightowers, no more specifically aegon. You had no issues with heleana who was kind to you and someone you would consider a friend though aemond avoided you you also had no issue being kind to him but aegon was a monster whom you avoided at all costs. The other training girls with you had warned you aegon was a bit,, inappropriate. Though due to your younger age they never gave you a firm answer when you asked what they meant.

“Dragons eat wolves, you know?” “but a dragon would have to be sober to take me down, my prince.” he scoffed at you and turned away from you and you miss the small smile on aemonds face as the maesters silence you all and vermax comes into sight. He is beautiful though he snarls at the sight of you and you take a step back gripping onto jacaerys arm. “Do not worry he will not harm you.” he says a couple words in valyrian which you do not understand which seems to calm vermax down and soon enough jacaerys is leading you closer and closer to vermax. You will die. You watch as vermax huffs in your direction, his eyes locked onto you. Jacaerys speaks again and vermax continues to watch you as jace takes one of your hands and guides it up towards vermax. Vermax smells you snarling again and you fear you might begin to cry from your nerves but trust jacaerys he places your hand on top of vermaxs nose. He hums and seems to relax. “Well done jacaerys!” your hand is taken off of vermax who is soon led away and you let out a long breath that you were holding it. “That was terrifying.” “you did well lady stark.” Jacaerys was grinning at you and laced your fingers with his, “I told you i would do it.” “I'm sorry I doubted you, jace.”

In the next year of your training you did not get to meet vermax again thankfully but you and jacaerys continued to spend more time together. As lucerys was no older he also began to accompany the two of you and followed you guys around. Jacaerys called him a pest but you would always hit his arm and tell lucerys that he was more than welcome to join you much to jacaerys dismay. He loved his brother he truly did but he liked getting his alone time with you and you ended up having to promise him you will always like him more than lucerys causing him to smile. You loved him, you were sure about it and it began to worry you though you assured yourself that it would be a problem for future you to worry about.

Your life seemed to be going great. Until the death of lady laena and ser harwin. You comforted jacaerys while he cried into your shoulder. You did your best not to try and only focus on jacaerys who needed you right now. You had heard the rumors, of course you did but you had done your best to avoid them. It did not matter to you if they were true or not though you would be blind to not see the truth in them as jacaerys had begun to develop curls in his hair just as harwin had. Many thought the prince was mourning the loss of lady laena though you knew better than that. And soon enough he was forced to go off to lady laenas funeral and begged his mother to allow you to come but you couldn't as it was a family only affair. You watched him leave with a heavy heart not knowing it would be the last time you see him for a very long time.

You and Eliza instead end up attending Ser harwins funeral where you finally allow yourself to cry over him. You had grown fond of him and he was a truly kind man you could not believe he was gone. The two of you stayed in the area for awhile and had just begun to pack up your things ready to head back to king's landing when you received a letter from princesses rhaenyra stating that the family would not be returning to king's landing and you were dismissed from your services saying you had done well with your training and she wishes the two of you will meet again in the future. All you could do was cry. Cry and cry and cry all the way back to winterfell as you think of jacaerys. You would never see him again, you were sure. It almost killed you to think about. You missed him so much just on the way home that you could not even imagine what it would be like to live your life without him. When you arrive back at winterfell with a celebration you try your best to look happy but all you could do is sob.

Almost over a decade has passed since you had last been in king’s landing, since you had last been in the red keep. Since you had last seen jacaerys. You replay your final moments together in your head often, if only you had known that that would be the last time you saw him you would have done it all differently so many different things you would have said and done. But it is in the past and there is nothing you can do now but mourn the relationship you once had and try your best to move on.

As a woman grows, many men would try and gain your favor, many even bold enough to ask you for your hand but you reject them all, a small hopeful part of you wishing you could be with jacaerys. You know one day you will not be able to avoid it and it scared you thought you were grateful that for now your brother seemed to be in no rush to see you married.

You were doing your tasks as you had everyday, treating today like you always did until Eliza bursted into your room, “eliza!” she rushes towards you and fixes up your hair quickly ignoring your questioning as she grabs your nice furs from your closet and dresses you in them. “Whatever is happening eliza?” She does not answer and instead grabs you and drags you to the main hall where despite your questioning she does not answer and urges you to go stand next to cregan who was also dressed up standing next to your father and you the hall is scrambling making sure everything looks tidy. “Brother what is happening?”

He opens his mouth to answer but immediately shuts it and stands up tall as the doors open.

“Prince jacaerys velaryon!”

Your mouth goes dry as you see him. Standing tall in the middle of the room the prince you had been seeing in your dreams for years was now right in front of you. He was taller and definitely more handsome. He had curls that fell down to his shoulder and he wore a dark outfit. His face is firm and confident. It reminded you of when he tried to look like that years ago but unlike that time now it looked so right on him, like it wasn't some pretend act he was putting on.

You are in a daze and only snap out of it when you feel your brother's hand on your neck and dip you into a bow before pulling you back up. “My prince, it is good to see you once more.” jacaerys nods and seems to grip the scroll in his hand even tighter. “I'm sure you remember my sister y/n.” you notice his eyes go wide and he turns and finally looks at you. “y/n..” he mumbles in shock and takes the steps towards you. The only thing you can hear is the pounding of your heart as he soon stands right in front of you, his eyes darting all over your face, “is it truly you?”

“It is good to see you, my prince.” you resist the urge to call him jacaerys as you had all those years ago. You wish to touch him, lace your fingers with his, cup his face in your hands, anything but you do not. As if he can read your mind he grabs your hands and places a kiss on the back of it. You let out a breath as his hands linger with yours before he drops it down and he takes a step back. You take the moment to glance at your brother who has a smug look on his face which causes you to promptly look away from him.

“We are honored to have you here, my prince. Though this is rather unexpected.”

“I have important matters to discuss with you lord stark, involving the oath you swore to my mother.”

You are dismissed from the room to allow the men to talk though you almost wish to plead to stay so you can bask in jacaerys presence for a bit longer. You do not and are instead left to pace back and forth in the courtyard near the hall as Eliza attempts to urge you to sit down. “You will hurt your feet-” “do you think he remembers me?” “it clearly looked like he remembered you my lady please sit-” “whatever could he possibly be here for, eliza do you think he is betrothed.” “What does that have to do with his visit here?” you groan and run your hands along your face. You had thought you had gotten over him, but once you had seen him you once again felt like a lovesick fool just like when you were a child. He could not possibly be here for you right? No he had mentioned some oath your brother had sworn to his mother. The one thing you hated about winterfell was how hard it was to hear any news about what was going on with the royal family simply for the reason news took far too long to reach winterfell and by the time it did it was old news. You had heard nothing about jacaerys all these years or even the rest of the family. Other than of course the marriage between prince daemon and princess rhaenyra and the death of ser leanor which also pained you dearly. You worried for him.

In your pacing the doors to the hall open and Cregan and jacaerys walk out together with smiles on their faces as they joked around a bit together. Once they shall you they both paused and you watched patiently as Cregan said somethings to jacaerys who nodded before walking away leading jacaerys to come towards you.

“I am told you will show me around?” your brother and his meddling,, though this time you were more than happy and eagerly nodded. You wave away Eliza with that smug grin on her face as you begin to walk him around. Other than the occasional comment from you about where you were, the walk you share is quiet. It feels oddly reminiscent of when harwin has shown you around the keep, with your hands folded in front of you and you can see him glancing at you out of the corner of your eye and he looks away once you look at him.

The two of you now stand in the crypts of winterfell, completely alone so you feel brave enough to tease him “You have not changed.” he laughs and looks at the ground, “or maybe you just make me feel like a young boy again.” feeling bold you lightly place your hand on his forearm causing him to look up at you. “I have missed you, ja- my prince.” as if your words had brought a sense of relief to him he wraps you in a big hug. His head tucked firmly in your neck as he deeply breathed in your neck. “I have missed you more than you know y/n” you two stand there for you have no clue how long, simply basking in each other's presence you do not even notice you begin to cry. “Jacaerys,,,” “I know Issa prūmia. I'm sorry I was so upset to leave you.” you whine as he pulls away from you and cups your face to wipe away your tears. “I begged my mother to send you to Dragonstone, I had no clue how to write to you gods, I was so worried I would never see you again. I had even planned for one day to fly out here myself, I guess my wish came true though I wish it were with better circumstances.”

You sniffle and smile at him. He wanted to contact you, he had dreamed of seeing you the way you had him. He presses his forehead against yours and sighs, still rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. “Avy jorrāelan” he mumbles to you before he pulls away. You had remembered him mentioning he wanted to become fluent in valyrian and had plans for you to learn alongside him once he began to study but due to the circumstances you never had learned any. You don't ask him what it means though you are curious he would tell you if he wanted to.

“We should continue your tour.”

Suddenly you feel as though you were eight again. Chatting with jacaerys just like when you were younger, showing him around where you grew up and he was more than happy to hear you rant about winterfell. Once the tour is finished you guide him back to the main hall where a feast had been prepared for him. He appeared shocked by this, “you shouldn't have lord stark.” “we have a prince in our mists, we must honor you.” he shakes his head and you laugh. The three of you head to the main table and take a seat. “When you mentioned it earlier I had forgotten to extend my congratulations about the betrothal-” “I am not betrothed.” jacaerys rushed out and looked at cregan alarmed. He took a glance at you as well before looking back at cregan, “I meant your brother.” jacaerys lets out an oh and looks down at the plate in front of him as you try your best not to laugh. “Yes, I am very happy for him, my lord.” “But you are not betrothed? Is there a reason?” you hold your breath as cregan asks the question you had in mind. He pauses for a moment and glances at you once more before looking at cregan. “I,, have had a lady in mind since I was younger though I do not know if she likes me as well or if even her brother would approve.” you look down at your plate and freeze as cregan roars with laughter, you do not even glance up at the two of them as you feel jacaerys stare burn into the side of your head.

he must be talking about you. You are not stupid. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. Despite this being all you have ever wanted it feels so sudden. So you stand up and do not even notice the alarmed faces on cregan and jacaerys face as you rush out of the hall and even out of the walls of winterfell it all feeling so constricting. You run for a while while your head spins. You had just gone from dreaming of seeing the prince again to him basically asking for your brother's permission to wed you? You finally feel as though you are far enough and lean against a tree, your breath rapid as you close your eyes. You do not know how long you stand there, lost in your thoughts but it is certainly long enough for you to clear your head a bit. You loved him. Your time spent together today showed you clearly still did, that time has not changed you or him one bit. More so a part of you was scared of the reality of it, if you were to marry him you would one day be queen. Even the thought of marriage and motherhood terrified you, what of being the wife of the man ruling the seven kingdoms?

You hear a loud snarl and your eyes shoot open and you see a sight you know you haven't seen in over a decade. If you had thought he was big as a child he was truly terrifying now. Vermax stared at you as you were frozen where you stood. Every bone in your body shouted for you to yell but it was like the ground under you had turned into quicksand and you were stuck in your spot.

“Gīda ilagon vermax!” a voice cuts through your thoughts and suddenly jacaerys is standing between you and vermax. “Ziry iksos naejot sagon issa ābrazȳrys, ao jāhor daor ōdrikagon zȳhon” you have no clue what he says but it seems to work and vermax huffs in defeat and deflated to laying down on the floor simply staring at the two of you. Once vermax has settled jace makes his way over to you and cups your face feverishly checking you, “are you alright my lady?” “im okay im okay i promise.” he lets out a sigh of relief and presses your head to his shoulder, pulling you into a hug. He seems so worried and guilt begins to build up in your stomach. “I'm sorry.” “you have nothing to apologize for-” “i should not have run out of the room like that.”

He pauses for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to say as he continues to slowly rub your back. “If what i had said in there made you unforgettable, I'm sorry forget i had even said anything. Please just don't let this ruin the friendship we have built. I will get over it if I must."He's given you an out, you could say you did not feel the same and you would not have to worry about one day being queen or one day having to be a mother to the future heir, but you wanted him. You wanted so desperately to be his wife, “I am scared.” He pulls away from you and holds your face to look at him. “Of what?” “that i will be a bad wife, a bad queen, a bad mother-” “i will not pressure you to say yes but just know i know that you could never be any of those things. You have every right to worry, be nervous of what's to come but dare I tell you I am afraid too. When my mother was on her birthing bed, covered in blood and sweat looking as if she was about to die she had said I will claim any inheritance that she has and it terrified me. Not only for the thoughts of my mother dying but I am no way prepared to be king. But that is what time is for, i shall learn, you shall learn lest you allow it, but just know you are not the only one who is scared. But I will be there for you every step of the way should you want me to.”

You swear you had never seen someone look at you with so much love in their heart as jacaerys had been right this moment. You knew the words he said to you were true, the spoken and unspoken promises he swore to you he would fulfill until the day he died. The unspoken truth, those three simple words. “I love you.” they fall off your lips so easily it is as if you were born to say them, say them to him. And you swear you had never seen him look so happy as he did when he heard you say that, “Avy jorrāelan.” I love you. He had told you that earlier that day. He had always loved you. So when the two of you walked back into the main hall which was dead quiet, everyone including your brother looked upon the two of you eagerly and when jacaerys nodded at cregan the hall erupted into cheers.

The feast quickly turned into a celebration as people came up to congratulate the two of you and many more would have until you announced you would be going to see and jacaerys said he would walk you to your room leading you to dodge the look cregan had on his face.

“You have made me the happiest man in all the realms today, y/n” soon enough the two of you are standing face to face for a while just admiring each other before you take a step back towards the door. “I should head to bed.” “Of course.” Neither of you move to leave, he continues to stare at you and you end up leaning against your room door. “Would,” you pause, contemplating if you truly wish to push your limits like this, but fuck it. “Would you like to come in?” “i shouldn't.” he takes a step closer to you as you open your door and take a step inside he follows you right after, the look on his face unreadable as you smile and step further into the room until you are both in, simply just staring at one another you barely notice he closes the door and takes a long step towards you and pulls you into a heated kiss.

Almost ten years of build up to this moment and it was completely worth it. He cups your jaw and feverishly pushes his lips against yours, your hands grip his hips and he walks you back until you fall back onto your bed with a squeal. You wanted to comment that he could have warned you but he quickly climbs on top of you and continues kissing you. “We shouldn't be doing this.” he mumbles against your lips as he lazily begins to grind his hips into yours and you moan. “You're right we shouldn't.'' Instead of doing anything about it his hands begin to rub up and down your sides as he lips fall down your jaw and begin sloppily sucking on your neck. His thrusts grow quicker and more erratic by the second and your clothes suddenly feel as though they are burning your skin. “Undress me.” He wastes no time pulling and tugging at your dress until he is able to slide it down your body until you are bare before him and he stares at you with wonder. “Gevie” his hands run all over your body as he begins to kiss any inch of skin he can get his hands on, worshiping you as if you were a god sent down to him to bless him. Soon enough you are begging him to do something, though you have no clue what you are begging for, you do not know anything about what goes in bed between a man and a woman other than he sticks his cock in and you come out pregnant as told by your brother when you asked him. He sits up and begins to tug off his clothes, giving you a look of worry. “I am sorry if this will not be good. I do not know what I am doing.” “Neither do I, but we’ll learn together, isn't that what you said?” “It seems I did.” he slides the rest of his clothes off and kisses you once, one of his hands slides down and cups your sex causing you to gasp, “is this alright?” your head begins to spin as he rubs two of his fingers up and down, the squelching sound being covered up by your moan. “It is more than alright.” he has a satisfied look on his face as he continues soon adding another finger, you are so wet at this point you would not be shocked if there was a pool under your legs. If this was sinful than you shall be a sinner for life because you have never felt a greater pleasure than you had right this second.

“Can I put them in you?” “please.” Your plea is desperate as your body begins to crave more from him. He slides a finger in you and he lets out an estranged noise while you continue to moan. “You are so tight.” one finger soon turns into two which turns into three. He cannot get enough of the way you grip his fingers so tightly he believes if he were a weaker man he would not be able to pull them out of you. Though he is not confident, the way you moan, groan and plead for him to do what you are not even sure of and beg for some sort of release encourages him to be bolder, curl his fingers and begin to pump faster. He had never been so unbold, he is usually a very thoughtful man, someone who plans out his moves before doing them, unless he is blinded by rage which happens more than he would like, but with you he loses all his senses and acts in ways he swears he never would have before. He finds himself doing things he is unsure of including trying to pleasure you, though it seems to be working in his favor and you release all over his fingers.

You notice that he seems to be pausing, holding off on taking your maidenhood and you question him. “What if I am no good?” “Then as I said and as you said, we shall learn, together.”

You ignore the nerves you feel as he slowly begins to press into you and it hurts, it hurts like hell but you're sure if you wait it out it will be worth it. He laces his fingers with yours and allows you to grip his hand tightly as he works himself all the way in, “are you alright?” you take many deep breaths once he has fully pushed himself into you, “just give me a moment.” “Take as long as you need.” He kisses your collarbone and neck lightly as if his lips were feathers on your skin as he waits for you to give him the okay.

He hides it well but he is barely containing himself, your walls hugged him so tightly he feared that when you did give him the okay he would not be able to pull himself out of you. He loved you. He loved the way you felt, he loved that troubled look on your face, he loved the way your hands felt in his. He loved you so much he felt he could not breathe. Once you gave him the okay it took him a couple moments to compose himself before he began to move. With every thrust he imagined his future with you, he imagined taking you back to dragonstone to have a traditional Targaryen wedding, he imagined you round with his child who would be his heir, he imagined growing older with you and ruling by your side. Despite his fears about the upcoming war or his future he knew he could do anything as long as you stayed with him. He loves you, and he knew you did too as you allowed him to spill his speed in your and seal your union with a kiss.

Valyrian translations (all made with a translator i have no clue if these are correct)

Issa prūmia - my heart

Avy jorrāelan - i love you

Gīda ilagon - calm down

Ziry iksos naejot sagon issa ābrazȳrys, ao jāhor daor ōdrikagon zȳhon - she is to be my wife you will not harm her

Gevie - Beautiful

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Ironman 2 - Natalie Rushman x StarkReader

* in the Training room *

Y/n :*takes a break from training with Happy*

Thats so boring

Pepper: its only for your own safety .Also i am much more calm, knowing you can defend yourself ,if we are away on a business trip

Y/n:Why don't you just take me with you ?I am old enough and I promise i won't cause any trouble

Pepper: *raises eyebrow *

Before you can respond, Natalie ,your mothers assistent ,enters the room.

She talks to your Mum while you admire her .

The next thing you hear is your father saying something and Natalie walking to the ring in the middle of the room.

You watch Natalie talking to Happy

Pepper talking to Tony : if she quits thats on you

*Natalie taking Happy down *

Pepper: OMG. Happy!

Y/n: Hot

Natalie : *smirks *

is that all Mrs. Stark?

Y/n: No-

Pepper: Yes thank you , Natalie .And sorry for the complications

Natalie:No Problem

*Leaves knowing you are staring at her ass *

Tony & Y/n:

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The Song of Ice and Fire (DARK BOOKMOND X STARKREADER/OC)

Aemond (book) x Reader

🔷Summary: After getting kidnapped on your way to King's Landing, you end up in another time where you meet a dangerous prince.

🔷Author's note: Either hit or miss with this one

🔷Wordcount :6756

🔷Warnings: This is Bookmond because im a little too sad to write showaemond atm. Bookaemond is my deranged honeybee he can do nothing wrong. Ok almost nothing.

WARNINGS: Kidnapping, drugging, forced marriage and war crimes and aemond being a sexist little bitch. Also spankings.

Maybe it was for the best. You always dreamt of leaving the cold and quiet town of Winterfell behind. You dreamt of a bigger, exciting life. A life of tourneys, of exciting feasts, of noble men fighting for your hand. It should have been as simple as that.

Except it wasn’t.

Sansa, your sister is going to be the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Your father would be the hand of the king, one of the highest positions at court.  You, Arya, and her will soon travel with him to King’s Landing.

Until something happened.

Something unexplainable.

And something terrible.

Lately, your dreams have been getting worse. From nightmares that you didn’t pay any mind to darker things, things you barely could keep to yourself. Nightmares and dreams filled with unexplainable things, unknown faces and the death rising and marching. 

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It is clear to you that your mind is simply toying with you. You are likely nervous for the future that awaits you. You are nervous for the suitors you’ll meet and that your life finally will begin. It will just be like all the romantic novels you read. It will be ball after ball and feast after feast.

Your dreams always start the same way. You are alone, surrounded by trees as big as towers, in the snowy woods. You hear the sound of the crispy snow as you set feet on it, moving in any direction, to find something. Home, you assume. The stars above your head are the only light to guide you, and it is unforgivably dark in the cold forest.

The cold winter winds pick up and toy with your hair, sending it in all directions. You never know why, but you always turn your head slightly sideways. You can’t control it. You don’t have a say. As a chestpiece moving over the board, you do as you are told by someone controlling you. 

It is always a surprise to see the wall close by, no matter how many times you have dreamt this dream. The majestic tall, ancient structure that has been here long before you were born and will be there long after you have gone. Something about it tells you are not supposed to be here. You feel chills.

You had heard reasons why the wall was built. Wildlings, mostly. The Nightwatch was installed to guard the wall, to make sure no threat could climb over it. You know your brother, Jon, dreams of becoming a brave member of the Nightwatch. It is all the honor he will gain as a bastard anyway. You are the same as his twin sister. But your father kept your bastardy a secret.

But the most important reason why the wall was built was the threat of white walkers. Cold, icy and deadly soldiers of an army without needs and without a will, forced to march forever beyond the wall. And when you are all the way North, you can only go one way: South.

You knew it wasn’t true. You knew when your father told you about them, they weren’t real. But any Northern child grows up with the same tales. Creatures with eyes as blue as ice, that could freeze you in pure terror so they could easily squeeze your eyeballs out of your head, killing you. A fun tale in a tavern. But not in the castle. 

You aren’t a foolish girl, no matter what the world tells you. You don’t believe those lies. You never did. You are not as brave as Arya perhaps or as pretty and polite as Sansa but you never believe in those ghost stories.

But here, in your dreams, beyond the wall and far away from your safe warm room at Winterfell, even someone as skeptical as you could understand why people believed those stories.

What would come next in your dreams was also always the same. You turn your head away from the wall. In the far distance, you can make out someone standing there, holding a lantern. The person is hooded, unrecognizable. But the person would always lift the lantern, and wave with it. Your eyes follow the movements, as the light of the lantern becomes brighter and brighter, shedding light over the forest, making the snow almost look like liquid gold.

It always seems so magical, as a scam shopkeepers tell their far too trusting clients before selling them magical rocks or potions. You know the hooded person never reveals themselves. You tried running at them, screaming, but you couldn’t move nor speak.

Then, you notice you are standing on something. A great lake, made of ice. Gone are the trees of the forest. Through the ice, you make out the skeleton of a human being. Someone from a long time ago. You watch the skeleton, wondering how long ago this person met their end, and how. And beneath the ice, poking halfway out of it, is a steel forged sword with a black handle. The tip of it is still in the ice, covered in a dark rusty coat of old blood. You notice your hands reach for the sword, picking it out of the ice.

The sword feels different than most swords. Lighter, better to wield. Safer. It feels like wielding one of your own arms. It feels safe, comfortable. Yours. Impossible. Ladies do not wield weapons. Not such obvious ones, at least. Ladies wield lies, poison, tricks, schemes. 

You turn to the hooded figure, sword in hand, still standing on the ice, with the skeleton safely beneath your feet. The hooded figure is gone. As is the light. The world is once again covered in darkness. It is suffocating you, in a way. 

Fear and anxiety fight inside of you, as you try to get off the ice. But you can’t move. Not anymore. It is not your body, anymore. You don’t have a say, anymore.

The sword is starting to hurt your inexperienced arms, and you try at all cost to drop the weapon. Your head snaps as you hear the sound of something you never heard before, but somehow you  know exactly what it is. A dragon’s roar.

You never felt fear like that, as you look around the lake for any sign of a dragon. But instead you are met with a thin skeleton made of ice and rotting flesh that reaches out with their hands, trying to grab you. A white walker.

You scream.

But before he could grab you, drag you into the lake with him…

You wake up.

You sit straight up in your bed, clutching the sheets of your bed. Your heart is still beating and your fear hasn’t left your mind yet. You are glad to see you are in your rooms, at Winterfell. Several familiar stuffed animal toys glance back at you from their spots on high shelves, calming your troubled mind instantly. You are coming of age so put some of them away, but unlike Sansa, you could never throw them out. 

You climb out of bed and prepare yourself for the exciting day ahead. The day your life will change forever. You just had no idea how much. And how terribly.

As always, Winterfell is busy. Servants go about their day, greeting you with nods or smiles as they carry in potatoes or walk around with freshly washed linen.

Your father and ‘’mother’’, brothers and sisters are already at the table, gathered for breakfast. They seem to have been waiting just for you. You greet them with a relieved smile. The food smells delicious and makes your stomach rumble in unladylike ways. You sit down on your chair and begin eating. 

You can almost hear Lady Catalyn’s thoughts. Everyone seems to know it. This might  be the final time you might all be together. This is goodbye, in a way. Jon will go to the wall, and you and your sisters to King’s Landing. 

You grab an apple and begin biting down on it, while also making yourself a cup of nice honey tea. You can not wait to leave the boring North and the nightmares finally behind. The north is a boring and cold place. Nothing exciting ever happened. Your sister, Sansa, also looks more happy than usual. Normally, she is grumpy at this hour.

‘’Do we need to leave soon?’’ Arya mutters next to her, playing with a fork and a potato. Your parents share a look, and your father speaks to the youngest Lady of house Stark. 

Even with their differences, their arguments and their fighting, you can see that Arya dreads the day that her and her  would leave for the capital. She likely wants to remain here, in the cold North forever. Eddard speaks, smiling with pride and joy and you feel jealous of how easy Sansa will become the Queen. ‘’Sansa will be the Queen. I will become the hand of the King if all goes well. Perhaps you’ll like King’s Landing.’’ Arya’s brown eyes fill with worry at imaginary scenarios. She looks at her sister, who always was said to be prettiest and who always has focussed on how to be a lady. She imagined King’s Landing would be filled with Sansas.

‘’No, thank you.’’ she mutters. Yet she does not have a choice.

You begin eating the apple first. At that moment, Maester Luwin comes from the courtyard, bringing likely fresh news, plucked from a raven. He brings the news first to your parents, the Lord and Lady of Winterfell.  ‘’Lady Lynantha is expected to be escorted to King’s Landing today. Her carriage is already here.’’ You drop your apple, distraught as all eyes are on you. ‘’Why aren't we traveling together?’’ You ask your father. He does not meet your eyes. 

‘’I received a letter. A nobleman from King’s Landing, one of King Robert’s nephews, wishes to get to know you. It is of importance that you leave right away.’’ You know why. There are rumors you aren’t a true born Stark. That you are a bastard. Rumors that are likely true.

You understand. You are eager to leave, in a way. Lady Stark stands up from her seat. ‘’I wish you well, Lyantha.’’ You never liked her. She never liked you. But you do respect her. You nod, respectful as you make a final curtsy. 

Luwin coughs, reminding you all that time is not on your side. You finally stand as well, excusing yourself as you mutter. ‘’I must pack for the journey-’’ You will need clothing, books, maybe jewelry.

‘’O, there is no need, truly.’’ An almost magical light voice rings out. A woman with raven dark hairs, a green gown with beautiful gold patterns stitched onto her skirt greets you with a curtsy. ‘’The Capital has everything you could need.’’ She assures you, a sweet but horrible hollow smile on her lips. The Lady makes a bow for her as well. ‘’I am Lady Alys Rivers. I have come to escort you to your Prince.’’ You know that Rivers is a last name used for bastards and commoners, and wonder silently how someone as Alys could have acquired such a position at the royal court. But you would never dare to voice that concern. Of course not. A prince, a title, it is almost too good to be true. ‘’A prince?’’ You ask, beaming with excitement. Sansa huffs, and you see Alys nod, almost a little too pleased with your excitement. 

The woman smiles as if you two are long lost friends. ‘’A true born royal, a fierce skilled warrior and an intelligent man. Few are blessed in so many ways.’’ You are certain your smile only grows.

He sounds so charming.

So perfect.

So kind and gentle and gallant and strong. 

‘’Very well.’’ You say. Your father is the first to hug you, whispering in your ear that you’ll always be a Stark, and his little girl. If you have trouble, you could write to him and he’d be there before you could blink with your eyes.  

The Starks remain loyal and firmly rooted outside in the yard as the carriage slowly departs to the roads, leaving Winterfell behind. Such sorrow the Starks all share And such more sorrow they would share if they had known what would become of Lynantha.

–

The carriage is comfortable and to your liking. It is warm as a mother’s embrace and has soft pillows that make the long journey comfortable. You imagined you would stay at multiple ins down the King’s road. Lady Alys has been nothing but kind to you, offering you sweets and cake when the landscape and scenery outside of the window changed. 

The lemon cakes you eat are heavy on your stomach, and soon you feel tired. Exhausted for some reason. It must be the weird nightmares that kept you up. 

As a true future Princess, you  try to stay awake in the carriage but the more she fight against the instinct to sleep, the more tired you become.  Eventually, you fall asleep in the carriage.

This time you too dream of the strange sword, the strange lady with the Lantern and the wall. But you can hear a voice this time as well. ‘’Do not go to the wall! Return! You don’t know what you are unleashing!’’ You can not place the voice, and you assume it belongs to the lantern lady. But when you look at the normally covered lady, you see Alys instead, wearing the common cloak and dress, holding the same lantern. Her eyes are red and sinister, burning like hellfire and her smile spreads wider than it should.

Once again, you wake up panting and breathing heavily. Alys is still near you, calmly knitting. You had hoped if you left the North, the nightmares would end. ‘’Welcome back, my Princess.’’ Alys says as she finishes her knitwork. ‘’We are almost there. Just a bit longer.’’ And at that moment, you notice a familiar basket that is half covered with a blanket on the floor. You would recognize that basket everywhere. And to be in King’s Landing so fast….Something is wrong.

‘’You don’t work for the King do you?’’ You ask, your voice soft and trembling. ‘’You’re not taking me to King’s Landing.’’

Alys only smiles, putting her needles and knitting work away. ‘’Just sit tight. I need to bring you to him alive, he didn’t say in what state.’’ He? Who is he?

You have many more questions, but you are not stupid. That was a clear threat and an order to shut up and so you will.

The carriage finally approaches its final destination. And halts.

When you look outside, all you can see is darkness. And the ominous yet sparkling stars above the carriage. Just as in my dreams.

It feels much colder here. And that smell. The smell of iron and snow. Alys takes her time with putting her hood on, and as you had  expected by now the hood had the same pattern as that of the Lantern lady. She smiles as she opens  the door. You don’t know what she wants. But it can’t be good. And you are not coming with her.

You clings to the carriage instead, refusing to follow Alys. ‘’No! I’m not coming with you! Bring me back!’’ You demand. 

Alys only chuckles and pulls harder, pulling you easily from the carriage as a flower being plucked. She puts you outside the carriage.

In the cold snow you take a good look at your surroundings, looking for any help or signs. And there it is. You turn around, as if you can already feel its presence. The looming tall wall of the North.

And you are clearly beyond it.

’Are you mad?!’’ you lash out at Alys. ‘’You have endangered us both! Who knows what’s out there.’’ Alys ignores you, shining her lantern around the ground, searching for something.

You rub your cold arms, regretting you didn’t bring a coat with you. The snow storm only grows worse and worse, as a storm unleashing upon a town. 

You look back at the wall, before stumbling on something beneath your feet, buried in the cold snow. Just like in your dream. And just like in your dream it is the sword. For a moment, you think about picking it up and threatening Alys with it. You reach out to grab it. ‘’What did you find there?’’Alys’s voice rings out, closer to you than she was before. You try to pick the sword up, but Alys is faster. She has a strange smirk on her lips when you backed away from the now armed woman. ‘’Such a good girl, finding the sword. I’ll tell him that you found it.’’ There’s that ‘’him’’ again. 

You become even more uncomfortable at her clearly condescending compliment, and for some reason she is more angry with you than before. Is it because you found the sword? And not her?  ‘’Now come. He’s not known for his patience.’’  You look back at the Wall. Alys sighs, clearly annoyed. ‘’Or you can stay out here in the cold and freeze to death.’’ She adds, with a careless shrug. ‘’I don’t mind.’’ She is right. You know she is. And you hate her for it. You won’t survive out here on your own.

The two of you approach a lake that is somehow not frozen despite the cold.  It is not the lake with the skeleton. You can tell. Red and green and black and yellow flowers grow around it too, and everything about it seems to confirm that this is nothing but just a dream. But you can’t wake up.

Alys grabs your arm, walking to the lake. You resist bravely but end up in the water regardless, yelping expecting cold, freezing water. But it does not feel cold. It does not feel warm. It does not feel anything, truly. It feels…soulless. Dead, in a way. 

Alys and you approach the deeper part, where you can no longer stand. Before you can ask what is happening, she pushes you underwater. You gulp, as water fills your lungs, convinced you will die. You close your eyes and at the moment you have given up all hope, something beneath you seems to open, and you fall down.

—

Your body is drifting between both space and time for a while, until someone pulls you up by your hair, and out of the waters, back into the world of the living. You gasp for air, spitting out the water and cling to the ground, looking around you as you thank the gods you are alive.

You are still near a lake. Just not the one you nearly drowned in. You look at the skies, and it is day as well. How long have I been gone?

This lake has flowers in just green colors, and has ruined walls around it, likely belonging to a palace from a time long ago. You look around and notice your captor calmingly sitting next to you, making a crown out of flowers. She drops her crown the moment she sees you have awakened. You can only glare at her, too stunned for anything else.

You hiss at her, close to strangling her. She cackles. ‘’You’re finally awake. I was worried you didn’t survive our little magic trip.’’ You sit up, taking in more and more of your surroundings, the sun warming your wet clothing, as you look at the ruins of a castle and people passing you both. 

You jump to your feet, ignoring your soaked clothing as you rush to a soldier. ‘’Hey, Hey! I need help! She abducted me!’’ You yell. The soldier takes one good look at you, before he sees Alys. Alys cracks her head sideways, causing bones to crack. That is all it takes for him to take off running. 

You huff, in disbelief and anger. ‘’Craven!’’ You shout, as he rushes off. Next to you, Alys doubles over cackling once more. She finds this extremely funny, for some  reason. She lays a hand on your arm, smiling at you.

You instantly shrug it off, disgusted. She doesn’t seem to even care, still smiling. 

‘’Come. We are almost here.’’ She says. You can do two things. You can dive back into the lake, and likely drown, or you can come with this woman. Both aren’t smart things to do. Alys offers her hand again.

At that moment, you spot a nice, big rock, just a few steps away from you. Most people here don’t care for abuctuees. They won’t care for murder either, you think. No one would know. No one would judge. And no one would tell.

This woman is a threat to your safety. And so you grabbed the rock, and tried to get Alys on her back. The woman cackled again, much to your annoyance. You did manage to get her on her back, and raise the rock skyhigh, ready to deliver the deadly blow. Alys laughs, before spitting in your face. Disgusted and caught off guard, you drop the rock. ‘’It seems we need to watch ourselves around you.’’

‘’Come, we must not let him wait any longer.’’ There it is again. 

You know you are going to regret going with Alys but you don’t have a say. Not anymore. ‘’Who is this him you speak of?’’ Perhaps the mysterious prince, her lover, or an enemy of Joffrey. It has to be.

Or, a Targaryen. You snort, in your head. The Targaryens had been defeated, like their dragons and their ancestors alike. They would not bother you or anyone else on the Westeros continent again.

‘’Your prince, of course.’’ There is something strange in her voice. Almost a scoff or an inside joke that you had yet to understand. However you perked up at hearing those words.

‘’The match my father arranged?’’ you ask. ‘’Is he here?’’ It couldn’t be. Could it? It would not explain the lake, the change of time, the wall, anything of it. But the thought that you soon would see your handsome prince again, gives you some hope.

Alys ignored you and did not confirm nor deny anything as the two of you walked to the castle gates. As you approach, you notice countless freshly dug graves. You gulp. You try to remember what castle this could possibly be. 

And that’s when you see it. The ruins remind you of a more polished version of the castle of Harrenhall. The cursed castle and the castle where dragon fire still burns to this day. The walls look younger, time has not been as cruel as it has been now. The fire burns, as always. 

The thing that scares you most, were the gates. Someone had put heads on the spikes, heads of people who all had their eyes wide open and full of terror of whatever killed them. A killer. A monster.

The smell makes you sick. And judging by their smell, they had been here quite a while. Alys doesn’t even bat a eye at the dead. But she did grab your right hand, dragging you inside of the castle. 

The doors open the moment Alys approaches them, her head high as a true queen. You walk next to her, your thoughts spiraling. 

You have just a moment to glance up at the banners decorating the outer walls. And you wish you hadn’t. An unfamiliar yet known sigil hangs there, proudly paraded by the wind and kept in place with pins.  You would recognize the three headed dragon everywhere. The Targaryens. But how? 

Yet this one looks different. Alys drags you in, the moment you finally draw the conclusion that this is the sigil of no other than King Aegon II.  The gold and the green made that clear. But what are his banners doing here, nearly hundred years after his passing? Unless….

You already felt sick because of the dead outside the gate, and now you feel even worse as an irrational and terrible fear begins to form in your head. A fear so insane that it can’t be true, but how can you deny what is right in front of you? Have I truly….?

Alys drags you with her, into the castle halls and into the throne room. The door has no guards. You can hear someone playing with a blade, sharpening it. You feel shivers and cold, in your wet clothes.

Alys gives you a push in your back, sending you into the room on your own.

‘’I’ve brought you something.’’ She says, her smile barely containing her pride. 

Whoever is there, they didn’t bother to open the curtains or to light candles. A truly terrifying conclusion. 

You trip over your dress, and fall. You regained just enough balance to land on your knees, instead of flat on your face. You know whoever is waiting here, orchestrated this whole thing. And if your gut is right, you know who it is. 

You laugh, quietly. You must be crazy, expecting an actual Targaryen prince to await you here. Stir crazy. But what other explanation is there? Why else bother with old banners, why else does the castle look better than it ever did in your time? 

You glance up at the man sitting the throne, his legs calmly placed on the arms of the lavious throne he sits upon. He is indeed sharpening a catspaw dagger, and his lips have the faint impression of a smirk and a smile blended into one as he takes in your soaked clothing and angry glare. Alys opens some curtains.

And the moment you do see his face, it feels as a relief and a shock at once. Relief because you were right. But also a shock because how, how can you possibly be right? 

You were treated as a silly little girl. You can only think of one reason why the banners were here, why the castle looked so good and why the dead were rotting above the gates. And this man’s face confirms it all.

In front of you, is no one else but Aemond Targaryen ‘’one eye’’ the Kinslayer of House Targaryen. You know him from the history books you have read. But those books barely mention him. Aside from his death and his atrocities at Harrenhal. 

And yet, here he stands. In front of you, alive and well. He is a true Targaryen with sharp classic Valyrian features like piercing eyes, and very light, almost silver coloured hair. 

He finally stopped sharpening his dagger, curiosity written all over his face as he takes you in, sitting on the floor, at his feet and glaring at him. He can’t help but smirk.

You glare. Whatever it was that is going on, it is all his doing. You can tell. And that prince Alys promised you would meet, that is him. A cruel joke on her behalf. You glare at her too. She simply makes another curtsy cackling once again.

Slowly, a smile creeps on his lips, amused by the audacity. ‘’I take it she was a smart lass and obeyed?’’ The question is aimed at Alys and you physically feel your stomach turn even worse by his words. 

You had not been a ‘’smart lass’’. If anything, you had acted insanely dumb. You resisted, you tried to kill Alys. You tried to run. You tried to resist in every way possible and more. 

You cross your arms, tired. Alys beams as she tells Aemond what has happened between the two of you, happy to see you punished by her Prince. ‘’She tried to kill me with a rock.’’ 

His face tilts, and although he tries to appear uninterested and cold, even a simple man could read the anger and murderous emotions in his eye.  ‘’I will see to that she’s punished for that.’’ He promises his loyal servant. To that, Alys smiles.

Aemond smiles at you, in a condescending way. You glance between him and Alys, aware you are in trouble now. ‘’I am not yours to punish.’’ He is not your husband, nor your king or father. No one should decide what happens to you but you. Your voice doesn’t sound scared or angry. Just annoyed.

Aemond shifts his legs, angry at your carelessness and casual behaviour. He slams his hands on the arms of the throne, causing you to flince briefly. He stands up, and you finally see just how tall he truly is. And how fast he stands in front of you. He sinks to his knees, the green leather cracking. He clearly enjoys the way you flinch as he reaches out to touch your chin and your cheeks, feeling your soft delicate skin beneath his fingers. He finally bothers to address you. ‘’Of course you are, Little Wolfling. If you touch and damage something that is mine, you will be punished.’’ He reveals. 

You understand finally that Alys is more than just his servant. They have a relationship. He loves her. And you tried to kill her. You must try to talk your way out of this. ‘’Your lady did not explain why I was taken from my home and lied to.’’ You hope he becomes more understanding of how terrifying all of this is for you.

Alys snorts and Aemond laughs. You curse quietly in your head. That was a failed attempt. ‘’As I ordered her. Alys obeys well and listens. You can learn a thing or two from her.’’ He tells you, finally getting up from the ground. 

Somehow, that makes you angry. The idea that he now thinks you will help him as some spineless pet and roll over for him when he wishes so, it makes you so furious that you are close to pulling him back by his eyepatch to slam his head against the stone floor. You do not have the sword anymore. 

You only have your clothes.

And …

Oh.

You patiently wait until his back is turned to your front, before sliding your shoe off and aiming at his head. You throw the shoe as hard as possible and it ends up hitting him perfectly on his head.

Confused, he turns around, looking for who dared to have hit him. When he notices you, smirking very proudly and missing one shoe, something changes. And you regret even blinking in his direction.

Prince Aemond storms back to you, as you can barely back away to escape him. He is faster and steps on your dress, trapping you easily. You feel the walls closing in and are truly in danger now. The Prince grabs you by your waist, lifting you to your feet and drags you to the throne. You try to break free of his grip, protesting. ‘’Let go of me!” You turn your head to look at Alys. Surely she has a say in this. But she only smiles.

Aemond let out a low chuckle as he sits down the throne, your body still in his grasp. He places you on his lap, as some disobedient little girl. He whispers in your ear, and your cheeks burn with shame. ‘’You laughed. Now it is my turn to laugh, Little Wolfling.’’ You let out an offended cry, struggling to get away from him as fast as possible.

He chuckles. ‘’I am not sure what they teach you in the North, but here, we are respectful to our princes.’’ He says, lecturing you. His cold hands feel the back of your dress, feeling the warm skin that it covered.

Until that moment, you had never been touched before. Instead of doing what you feared he would do, he picked out a different punishment. He does lift your skirts, but barely enough to touch you. Just to reach your small clothes but mostly your behind. And at that moment you know what he is planning. And you don’t want that. You try to escape again, kicking and slapping him.

Aemond grabs your hands, grinning. ‘’Calm down, Little Wolfling. It’s just a spanking. I’m sure you had plenty before.’’ Never. 

Your parents did not believe that that was a healthy idea. ‘’No! Never!”’ You declare, angry. ‘’And you are not my father or my husband. You aren’t allowed to punish me.’’ You say, bravely.

He only scoffs, and his hand lands the first hard blow on your behind, causing you to cry out in pain. You squirm over his legs, fighting stronger and harder. He increases his grip, tightening it. ‘’Tis for the best you learn now, Little Wolfling. I don’t have time and the patience to do this every day.’’

The blows only increase, hurting your delicate skin. You did try to keep from crying and from complaining. You wouldn’t grand him that satisfaction. Not anymore.

It is true that you were disciplined in this way, yet your body betrayes you in the worst way imaginable. 

You do not notice your arousal until it is too late. Your nipples are hardened and there is a wetness between your legs, growing. 

You stop fighting. Perhaps in shock of your own betrayal, perhaps only to show the prince that he could stop what he was doing to you. Finally, he stops. But not before your behind is burning and a painful mess. 

He helps correct your dress and covers you apprioartly as if nothing has happened. You are still in shock, and don’t move away from him at first. ‘’I hope I made myself clear to you both. You both will play nice to one another.’’ He tells both you and his lover.

Alys bristles. ‘’I am not the one picking up rocks and killing people.’’ But this time, Aemond has enough of her complaints.

He did all he could. ‘’The Wolf has been disciplined. I am sure my Little Wolfling will behave much better in the future.’’ You are forced to sit on his lap, as a prize he had won.

‘’Won’t you, Little Wolfling?’’ He whispers. He does not kiss you, but his lips come closer to your cheeks, and unwillingly you feel your cheeks burn bright as stars. He chuckles, amused. ‘’You can go now, Little Wolfling.’’ You almost look offended when he sends you away.

This madness needs to stop. ‘’I,’’ You catched your breath. ‘’I don’t understand a few things.’’ You say. You want the truth. Now. Before you offend him again somehow.

Aemond rolls his good eye, smirking. ‘’You are a woman. I imagine that happens to you a lot.’’ Even Alys glares at that comment but his royal highness does not see it.

You only blink, ignoring him. ‘’You are alive.’’ You say, cutting straight to the case. ‘’You were killed in a battle.’’ You don’t remember who killed him or with what or where but you are certain Aemond Targaryen died.

Aemond’s head perks up, listening eagerly to what you tell him. You can tell he is not listening, but he is eager. ‘’What am I doing here? Am I here to save the dragons?’’ You ask. ‘’Or to stop the civil war?’’ Not that you would even know how in the seven hells to do that, but that's another thing entirely.

That causes the head of the prince to snap to Alys, worry written across his face for the first time that you met him. Alys only makes a gesture with her head, and Aemond seems to calm down. He smirks, carelessly. ‘’Oh, don’t worry about the Dragons.’’ You never heard any Targaryen say that.

The dragons are their wolves. Their dragons are their war winners. You laugh, offended and still hurt. ‘’But, without dragons, I am sorry to tell you, your entire family will become ash and dust.’’ You even chuckle.

Aemond stands back up from the throne, raising his sword and pointing it at you, lashing out. ‘’You are a bold little girl, are you not? Perhaps my hand was too gentle.’’

You don’t even back down anymore. ‘’It’s the truth. Where I’m from, house Targaryen is dust. All thanks to you, your sister and your brother. Together, you caused the civil war and killed the dragons-’’ That is pushing it too far. 

Aemond grabs you by your throat, choking you lightly to warm you of not accusing him of another thing. ‘’Silence.’’ He barks.

You obey, glaring. ‘’Good girl.’’ he smirks, mockingly. ‘’Now, I understand, you must be so excited to see a dragon, hmm? You can’t shut up about them.’’ He stops choking you, feeling your neck.‘’I suppose, there is truth in what you tell me. The dragons are long gone where you are from. But you are now here, with me.’’

‘’The story is written.’’ You say. 

Aemond snorts, and there is something dangerous about his body language. ‘’The story is just beginning.’’

You have a terrible feeling. ‘’You see,’’ Aemond grabs hold of your left hand. ‘’I have some inside knowledge. You know how this will end. You will tell me how the dragons died out, and I will simply be always one step ahead of my enemy. I will be their worst nightmare, their downfall and the dagger that slashes their throat.’’ He grins, as you become truly terrified and even tremble.

‘’How will you stop your sister?’’ You whisper. But you fear you already saw it in your dream. ‘’How will you stop Queen Rhaenyra’s marching troops?’’ Your voice is a soft weak whisper.

Aemond leans in, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. ‘’I heard a prophecy. The song of ice and fire. That is where you come in. You can help me find something, something very precious.’’ He chuckles.

The sword.

He wants to find the sword.

But why.

Unless…

‘’No.’’ You instantly say. ‘’You can’t.’’ You turn your head to Alys, watching her blank expression. She is fine with this. You watch as Aemond smirks in silence, confirming to you that he is planning to do the impossible. ‘’Aemond, you can’t.’’ You repeat.

Aemond’s grip only tightens. ‘’Think about it, little Wolfling. An army that never rests, never eats, never betrays me. An army that will help me conquer Westeros; An army of White Walkers. It is perfect.’’ He is insane. 

‘’I won’t help you.’’ You remind him. ‘’You might as well send me back.’’ 

He ignores your protests. You can see his smirk and grin only grow, and you are reminded of Targaryens and their insanity. Their fire. Their blood. ‘’You will help me, little Wolfling. You will. Because if you do not, you will never see your family again. I have the means to send you back. And I will. After you have helped me.’’

You scoff, so you must help him do gods knows what so he can send you back to your own time?  ‘’It doesn’t sound like I have a choice, do I?’’ Alys shakes her head. ‘’What will I need to do?’’ You ask Aemond, your head hanging in shame. How many will die because of you?

He lifts your chin, grinning. ‘’Now, now, don’t be so sad. To begin things, we must find the sword. And I want more information on how to better keep the dragons too.’’

You cannot do that. ‘’Dragons died centuries before I was born!’’ You don’t know anything about dragons. ‘’I don’t even know what they eat.’’ You almost whine.

‘’Meat. They eat meat.’’ Aemond says. ‘’Vhagar is right here with me. I will teach you about dragons, you will teach me what you know of the Dance and how it ended.’’ This all sounds like a horrible idea to you. ‘’And when the time comes, we must complete the prophecy of Ice and Fire.’’ That sounds vague. 

But you want to see your family again. More than anything. So you hold out your hand, and wait for Aemond to shake it. He smiles, kissing it instead. He leans a little closer. ‘’I can’t wait until we are married. I always wanted a Valyrian wife, but you’ll do.’’ You laugh, thinking he is jesting. Until you see how Aemond is looking at you. Like you are some delicious cake he can’t wait to taste. He mirrors your smile, allowing you to be in denial as he makes his way to his lover, kissing her openly on her lips. You watch speechlessly as the two of them walk away, their chuckles and giggles mixing as they likely picture their new world together, with them for once atop of it, instead below. 

You throw your head into your neck and try to process it all. What in the seven hells did you even become part of?

a/n

Ooh, i wasnt sure i even wanted to share this one.

But here he is xDDDD

Ok bye

let me know what you think

[veliseraptor]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @feralkwe both yesterday and I think also a few weeks ago, and then I forgot. I'm currently poking at 7 different WIPs open in tabs (and toying with the idea of adding another three to the rotation, because I like to make myself insane), so I decided to go with the one that literally nobody asked for or expressed interest in (even more than the other three in there for which that's also the case), but I was getting really up in my Black Widow feelings again, so.

Someone knocked on her door and Natasha sat up, narrowing her eyes. She glanced around the room, but of course there wasn’t anything that’d serve for weaponry. She had herself, obviously, but there wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver; in this room she’d be exposed from the doorway wherever she went. Bathroom it was. She darted in and tucked herself against the wall. They’d know where she’d gone but it’d give her a moment to react and force them to come inside.  The knock came again. “I can’t exactly open it for you,” she called. “Right, but I figured I could ask if you wanted visitors.” Natasha blinked. That was Barton’s voice.  It seemed unlikely that SHIELD would send him to kill her again if they’d changed their minds. Not impossible, but unlikely. “Sure,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom. “Hope you brought a fruit basket.”  The lock disengaged and Barton stuck his grinning head in, followed by the rest of him. “Sorry,” he said. “Fresh out.”  Natasha’s mouth quirked. She gestured at her surroundings. “Welcome to the Ritz.”  “You won’t be here long,” Barton said, walking over to the chair and sitting down. “And I might not’ve managed the fruit basket but I didn’t come empty-handed. I have–” He produced each item with a flourish. “A phone – no signal or wi-fi, but there’s some games on there – and a StarkReader with library access.” It was a tactic, Natasha knew. They were giving her a familiar face, one she already would have identified as sympathetic, for her to bond to. Letting him present her with these comforts so she would have reason to be grateful, to associate him with positive experiences. Classic, effective, difficult to defend against. She was grateful. She could feel that way and still recognize the manipulation for what it was.

[sophie-looks-at-things]

Alrighty then y'all! The next fic will be an Aemond x Stark/Northerner reader. Something a little spicy, something a little angsty. Best of both worlds. Expect it in the next few days here maybe haha. If you aren't on the tag list and want to be let me know! :)

!!!!!

Heyy everyone!! I have another fic idea in the works! It's a little different from the other two, it would be a modern au with Aemond again of course haha. But I'm at the beach rn and got some inspo! But I do have some other stuff in the works too. Mostly a Stark reader, some kind of betrothal, marriage thingy. Both would contain a bit of spice lol. What are y'all's thoughts ??

[alexendria-rose]

But daddy I love him~

Stephen Strange x Reader!Stark

Part one - who are you?

A/n - can’t believe it took me this long to write this - hope you enjoy.

warnings: SMUT WITH PLOT, EATING OUT, STEPHEN STRANGE(he needs a warning) P IN V, baby girl nickname, SMUT SMUT

“We shouldn’t be doing this-“

“My dad doesn’t need to know.” Y/n says softly as her lips attached to his neck. He groaned loudly- tilting his head back against the pillow as she straddled him.

“You’re trying to get your father to kill me.” He muttered in a breathless way. His hand moving up to grip onto her hair. She pulled back from his neck slightly admiring the work she had done.

“You scared?” She smirked as she grind her hips over his clothed bulge making him hitch a breath- his hands making their way to her hips helping her move against him. Which made her whimper lightly bitting her lower lip as she looked down at him- a knowing smirk on his face.

“I’m not scared.” He grunted before hooking his leg around hers- turning her around so her back hit the bed and he was on top. She gasped slightly blushing as she looked up at him. He grins smugly. “What? Are you scared?” He mumbled mocking her before moving his head towards her stomach pushing her shirt up and placing soft kisses on her stomach which made her whine lightly- her legs rubbing together. Stephen grunted grabbing ahold of her thighs and pulling them apart- his look at her stern. “Worried that your father will find out how well I’ve been fucking you?” She whined when he started to pull off her sleep shorts before throwing them off to the side.

“No- because who says you’re doing it well?” She retorted back her gaze on him- he just chuckles deeply moving his way down her body spreading her legs wide open.

“Oh- baby girl you’re going to regret saying that.” He muttered; moving her panties down her legs and throwing them somewhere in her bedroom. She gasped when his face was between her thighs- eating and sucking her out. He licked between her folds tasting her sweetness on his tongue; eating her out was like a dessert he could never get sick of.

“Fuck!” She groaned out- her thighs squeezing his head and her back arching as she somehow needed more of his tongue, she couldn’t even help herself grinding on his mouth. He grunted gripping onto her thighs holding her still as he started to dart his tongue in and out of her perfect little hole. Which made her moan loudly- she covered her mouth quickly knowing that there was indeed other people in the avengers tower including her father. She bit onto the palm of her hand trying to stop the loud moans escaping her lips. “Fuck Stephen.” She whispered into her hand. He moved his hands to her ass squeezing as he lifted her hips up lightly to get more access to her perfect pussy. She covered her face with her hands trying her hardest to not shout out loud but was it getting harder for her as her thighs started to shake. Stephen smiled adding a single digit into her as he moved his tongue to lick and play with her clit. She moved her hand from her mouth.

“Fuck!” She shouted. “I-I’m gonna-“ she started and Stephen just hummed- knowing exactly what she was going to say. The humming and the vibration sending her over the edge- her orgasm coming out violently. “Fuck- mm-“ she moaned. Stephen licked her juices up before slowly setting her back down- he moved his head away licking his lips as he stared at her.

“Delightful darling.” He cooed- he turned her around to lay flat on her belly before smacking her ass hard; a gasp escaping her lips. “That’s for being snarky about me “doing it well” “ she hid her face into the pillows blushing lightly.

“Well I was obviously wrong.” She laughed softly- picking her head up to look at the sorcerer, he was laying on his side looking at her with his head on his palm his elbow propped up.

“Yes you were sweethear-“

“Y/n stark!” Tony voice booms from outside her room- both of there eyes widen.

“Under the bed now!” She whisper shouts pushing him off the bed- he groans moving under the bed. She jumps up off the bed panicking when she realized her underwear and shorts were somewhere around the mess she called a room. She looks around hearing her father’s footsteps coming closer. It’s too late. She jumps into the bed covering up her lower half before grabbing her phone pretending she was busy.

“Y/n.” Tony opens up the door seeing his daughter- she looks up at him faking a small smile.

“Oh hey dad…”

“We need to talk about the Stephen situation.” He groans lightly crossing his arms as he walks into the room shutting the door behind him with his foot. She rolls her eyes groaning.

“Can we please not?” Y/n looks away keeping her blankets to her chest as her dad sits down on the side of the bed- her attention trying not to be drown from the said man they’re talking about under the bed.

“He’s too old for you y/n- way too old.” Tony remarks his gaze on his daughter- as Stephen under the bed scrunched his eyebrows rolling his eyes. He wasn’t THAT old.

“I think I’m old enough to make decisions on my own- so if we’re done with this conversation.” She muttered paying attention back on her phone trying to ignore her dad.

“Fine- but this conversation is not far from over.” He mumbles before standing up and leaving her room. Y/n sighs looking under her bed to see Stephen had left- oh yeah his slingie thing that lets him go anywhere. Sometimes she forgot he was literally a sorcerer.

"What are you doing here pretty girl?" Stephen said a small smile opening up the door to the sanctum for her. She just laughed lightly tucking her hair behind her ear. His eyes flickered up and down her body- god was it so wrong to find her attractive to the tiny plaid skirt she was wearing on her beautiful body?

"What I can't see you when I want to old man?" She teased moving herself closer to him- he smirked lightly staying still in his spot as she moved closer to him. He grabbed her hips pulling her flush against his body. A slight giggle escaping her lips as she looked up at him.

"Mm I've missed you." He hums his scared thumb running circles against the skin on her upper hip, which sent shivers down her spine.

"Dirty old man." She smirked lightly- his eyes darkened moving his hand to grip onto her chin bringing his face closer to him.

"Dirty little girl." He groans before moving her head and attacking her lips- a slight moan escaping her pretty plump lips. He smirked against her lips- before dipping down grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. The slight gasp that came out of her lips made him unintentionally moan at the sweet sounds that comes out of her mouth. He moves his lips away. "Hold onto me." She blushes tightly keeping herself upright as he uses his slingie to open a portal into his room in the sanctum.

"Too old to walk up the stairs old man." She smirks lightly- he groans moving his way into the portal watching as she bites her pretty little lips softly.

"Little one- I swear to god." He grunts before throwing her on the bed- the skirt hitching up her thighs as he did. She looks up at him before closing her thighs blushing at the way he looked at her with dark eyes and heaving chest. He makes him way over to the bed before with the flick of his wrist- making her clothes disappear. She was vulnerable and exposed to him- her nipples perky and wanting so desperately wanting to be sucked and touched. "Look at you pretty girl." She blushes lightly trying her best to cover herself up- no matter how many times they have been naked and fucked as many times as they have; she still was so insecure thinking she wasn't enough for the sorcerer. He crawls on top of her before grabbing her wrist and kicking apart her legs with his knee. "Awe beautiful- don't cover up, I want to see your pretty body." She nodded shyly relaxing her arms as he pinned her wrist above her head- he moved his head down to her chest- before putting her tit in his mouth knowing how sensitive they were to her- she whined and whimper trying her best to create fiction with her thighs but his knee was keeping her from doing so; he moved his head away from her breast taking his fingers and putting them to her mouth- "Suck now," He commanded. She opened her mouth doing exactly what he told her to do- she gazed at him through her lashes using her tongue against his fingers looking at him with innocence in her eyes which made his mouth water watching her. He pulls his fingers out of her mouth- he smirks before using those same fingers to inset them inside of her making her squirm under his touch.

“A-Ah Stephen.” She moaned loudly her body arching towards his fingers as he started to move them in and out faster enjoying the way her face contorted with just his fingers- he could feel the way she tighten herself around his fingers. The sound of her juices surrounding his ears as well as her moans.

“Look at my pretty baby.” He cooed - her mouth parting as well as her eyes rolling back as she moaned louder as his fingers curled up to her g-spot making her squirm.

“I’m c-close mm.” She was able to let out gasping as he moved his fingers faster but right before she was about to cum- he moved his fingers out of her which made her pout. He brought his fingers up to his mouth licking her juices off of his fingers.

“My favorite taste baby.” He hummed - he smacked her thigh. “Turn around for me baby- ass up.” He ordered - she blushed immediately turning around on all fours her ass up just for him which made him lick his lips. He immediately snaps his fingers to make his own clothes disappear onto the floor. It was his favorite trick. She gasped loudly when she felt the familiar thickness of his cock slowly push inside of her making her whine at how big he was. Good god she loved it. He gripped onto her hips tightly- pushing himself all the way into the heat making his head roll back as he moaned. “Oh so good baby.”

“O-Oh Stephen fuck.” She panted out when he started to slam her ass against him moving in and out of her. The sounds of skin on skin slapping around them and the sounds of there moans and his groans around them. He looked at her smacking her ass creating a red hand print on her cheek making her yelp.

“Oh you’re my favorite pretty thing baby girl. Oh god.” He moaned his tilting back- she wanted to scream out his name and she almost did until the knock on his door was heard- and the voice of her dad on the other side.

“Stephen Strange!” The voice of Tony stark bellowed. Stephen eyes widen but he slightly smirked when he saw the panic in her eyes.

“Oh second Tony - busy with something.” He replied back looking down at her. “Finish quickly- and don’t make any noise.” He whispered. Usually he would stop but did she completely do something to him. She immediately panic eyes widen when he started to quicken his pace making her want to scream- she made a small noise and Stephen moved his hand to cover her mouth as he pounded into her; he knew he was doing well with the way she tightened around him and started to shake. “That’s it baby. Good girl.” He praised quietly- she was on the last edge as he hit her G spot making her gasps and her legs shake as she orgasm- him riding his own out following along with her.

“Fuck.” She whispered moaned- and he shoved his hand clamped around her mouth more.

“Good girl- now I have to deal with your father.” He smirked lightly pulling himself out - using his hands to but his clothes back on and to clean her up and put her own clothes on.

“Stephen strange open this door!” The voice of her father clear through the door. Stephen smirked lightly walking over to the door- her following behind but hiding behind the door so her father wouldn’t see her. Stephen opened the door to see a very angry Tony stark- his fist balled up at his sides and his face somewhat red. “Where’s my daughter?”

“Your very adult daughter? No idea.” Stephen said the same cocky smirk on his face as he moved his hand to cover y/n mouth making sure she made no noise whatsoever- making her quiet gasp which earned her a pointed look for Stephen. Tony heard the small gasp glaring at Stephen.

“Why my daughter huh? You could literally have anyone but you choose my daughter!” Tony groaned his knuckles turning white from being in fists. Stephen just sighed lightly.

“Why not? Why not your intelligent, nice, sweet and amazing daughter? Come on Tony I’m not going to hurt her.” Stephen muttered keeping his hand on her mouth- her eyes softening slightly at his words.

“But you’re so much older - she needs a guy her age come on.” Tony argued his voice softening a little bit but he wouldn’t dare show it.

“You really want her with a guy her age that is just going to mess with her? Come on Tony - I love your daughter; I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her even if she is a bit stubborn.” Stephen said with a slight laugh at the end- Tony sighed lightly rubbing his face with his hand and then his beard.

“I’m not happy about it - and the fact you love my daughter is beyond me she is a pain in the ass but I guess I’ll give you one chance and if you fuck up I’ll send pepper on your ass.” Tony warned but gave a look of somewhat approval.

“She is somewhat a pain in the ass but it’s kind of amusing.” Stephen agreed smirking lightly- she watched the exchange confused but also happy she couldn’t help but smile lightly but then she realized they called her a pain.

“Hey!” She mumbled against Stephen hand- Stephen immediately looked towards her giving her another look and Tony eyes widen.

“You jackass! She is here!” Tony almost roared- she made her way out behind the door giving her dad a small wave and a sly smile.

“Hi dad…”

Tony immediately looked towards Stephen his arms crossed- like a disappointed father(well he was)

“I will kill you- hear me?” Tony pointed a finger at Stephen before looking at y/n a soft look on his face. “If he hurts you let me know- now stop sneaking behind my back makes me think of things I don’t want to think about. And now we’re going to pretend I was never here.” Tony sighed turning on his heels and leaving.

“Bye dad!” She waved grinning- Stephen smiled looking at her with a caring look and she did the same with him. “So… you love me huh?” She smirked crossing her arms as she looked at him- Stephen just laughed shaking his head before cupping her cheeks.

“Yes - even if you’re a pain in the ass and stubborn like your father.” Stephen muttered lightly as he brought his face closer to her.

“Mmm but I’m your pain in the ass.”

“That you are.” He chuckled placing a soft and gentle kiss on her lips as she returned it back humming softly as she tilted her head to taste more of him. This was going to be her favorite part time- being with Stephen strange and this time no sneaking around and no hiding.

“I love you too.” She mumbled against his lips- he pulled back slightly placing his forehead on hers.

“Good- because I almost got my ass kicked because of you.”

“Mmm noted- now just don’t break my heart Stephen strange.”

“Not even in another multiverse baby girl…”

[valangel]

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hi lovlie, hope your doing well :)

I was wondering if you would consider a jacaerys x starkreader? were there parents sent them to live with rhaenyra as child to learn. there they meet jace and become super close. but then driftmark happens and there sent back north. (jace isn't happy abt this and begs his mother to let them stay.)

years, years later jace is sent north to remind cregan (your brother) of there oath to rhaenyra. and he sees you there and is awstruck, like heart eyes and everything.

just lots of fluff and maybe a smut if thats okay

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The love of a Stark - Introducing: Y/N Stark (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1024359793-the-love-of-a-stark-introducing-y-n-stark?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=LillyLeolover&wp_originator=F4LXNQOGePV09MoL4jtDAFs8btXzAyz2o%2BjPDyyFB2namv8ENkOfKM02GWhRKu6IX13qh9gcucaW%2FnsvBneo%2FAFwJuXDwQBFeQceIFhvtK1vxYpvqBZjZSAn%2FkK4zP3T Peter Parker x Stark!reader So basically this is a love story between Peter and Tony Stark's daughter. In this, you and Peter will both be 16, so it is a little while after homecoming. What will happen when you meet the friendly neighborhood Spider? will you find Love? Friendship? Read ahead to find out! (I do not own any MCU characters or plots!)

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So I kind of wrote this thing, it just popped into my head and couldn’t get it out.  It includes a jealous Steve Rogers, a protective Rafael Solano and big brother Tony Stark.

If anyone wants to read it, let me know then I’ll upload it. Otherwise I’ll keep this one to myself.

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Tangled in Webs || Chapter 1 || The First Day

Complete Masterlist || Marvel Masterlist || Series Masterlist || Chapter 2

TW: Nothing really! Just a little bit of Father-Daughter Teen Angst/Attitude that's about it XD

Word Count: 2,524

A/N: Can’t believe I’m finally publishing this after having this plot and idea planned out for more than over 2 years in my drafts! Finally happy to be posting my very first Multichapter Series on here and I can’t wait to keep on updating and posting more chapters! I’m trying my best and thank you everyone hope you enjoy!

You roll your eyes looking out the window of the limousine your dad had insisted you travel in with him as you were to be dropped off at Empire State University, the biggest and best university in all of New York City. The background chatter of your dad speaking, you had just tuned him out, your finger pressing the volume button on your phone hiking up the volume on your AirPods wanting to drown his voice out. You feel his finger pull out your AirPod getting your attention as you furrow your brow at him.

"Hey! What was that for dad?!" You say in a snarky attitude, yep you were definitely Tony Starks daughter when he saw the look of confusion and anger in your facial expression.

"Hey young lady, do not use that tone with me. You're not even listening to what I have to say? I spent a whole hour of my day preparing that speech you know. Jesus teenagers, am I right Happy?" He says tilting down his aviator sunglasses down his nose, his eyes peeking out and looking at you and darting to Happy as he drives you both.

"No comment boss." He mumbles underneath his breath continuing to not get involved and in the process honks the horn at someone who cut him off on the road.

"Dad I've already heard your speech like fifty times while you were reciting it in the lab last night. I'm going to be fine. You need to stop worrying so much, I can handle myself." You say trying to reassure him.

"Y/N Y/MN Stark, it is my job to worry about you. You and your mother are the only people in this life that matter to me and I will do anything to protect the both of you. Do I make that clear?" He says grabbing the edge of his sunglasses and whipping them off as his eyes seemed to pierce into yours, that's when you knew he was serious.

"Yes...Dad..." You said in a low voice, the car pulling up just in time right in front of the universities entrance and a smile came upon your face as you already saw your friends at the gates waiting for you, waving for you to join them.

"Well this is my stop dad, I love you." You say quickly leaning over in the backseat to hug him tightly and his arms slowly but surely made their way around you as he hugged you equally as tight. You could have sworn you heard a sniffle come from his nose but he tried to play it off which made you smile even more. He was always trying to hide his emotional side and always putting up such a tough front for everyone to see when in reality he was a big softie.

"Go out there and get 'em, tiger." He said with a small smile pulling away from the hug and he twirled the sunglasses in his hand and handed them to you.

"Take them, just remember I'm always a phone call away. I love you...3000." He said a tear almost came out of his eye as you couldn't stop smiling taking the sunglasses from him and making sure to hang them in between the v-neck part of your sweater.

"Thanks, dad..." You say putting your hand on the lever of the car door and pulling it open and stepping out of the limousine in true Stark fashion. You always had to make an entrance wherever you went despite not wanting to always make a scene your dad always insisted it was the only way to ever show up anywhere.

You quickly turn around, the car door closes and you could see him roll down the window, blowing kisses at you and your face flushed red embarrassed that he really was doing that. You weren't five years old anymore! You walked quickly up to your friend group and tried to brush off the embarrassment by fixing your glasses, pushing them up your nose as you bounced up each step of the stairs.

"Finally! It's about time you got here Y/N!" Ned said as you had finally caught up with the whole group and you all started to simultaneously walk together towards the first class of your freshman year of college.

"Always making an entrance, like a true Stark I see. Glad you're here...I guess." MJ had commented under her breath, she always had such a passive-aggressive tone, you were never sure if she liked you or hated you.

"Yeah sorry about being late. You know my dad he always likes to be fashionably late. Even if that includes making me also late for my first day. I'm glad to finally see you guys! What have you all been up to? The group chat was so dead over the summer..." You comment, your eyebrows furrowed at the thought that you barely even saw your friends the whole summer mostly because your dad had kept you chained to the Avengers Compound so that you could learn every single little detail about how to run things alone if anything were ever to happen or occur to him.

"Don't you remember?! We all went on that trip to Europe, except you were the only one not there...but um don't worry! I'm sure next summer we can totally go all together again and do a bunch of other cool stuff." Ned quickly said trying to cheer you up, noticing that your face had fallen flat at the thought that everyone was having a great time in ancient cities and beautiful beaches while you were stuck inside practically the whole time.

"It was fun...I guess..." MJ quickly comments, her words often not very descriptive or sounding like she had much fun at all.

"Yeah totally! I'd love to travel all over next summer, maybe we can even go to Asia! I've always wanted to visit Japan." You say all excited, a smile back on your face as you fantasized about wanting to do something other than studying and working constantly.

"That would be even better!" Ned says his hands in a fist and cheering at the idea.

"And um...where is Peter? He always seems to be MIA, is he really missing the first day of classes?" You question genuinely curious about his whereabouts, he always seemed to have some type of excuse and was always running off constantly, especially at the worst times.

"Oh um Pete, he is totally on his way! Should be here any minute now..." Ned's voice trailed off with a nervous laugh following it up as he scratched the back of his head.

While you all walked in a group down the hallways towards the first lecture hall, of course people were staring and whispering as they all knew who you were. You’re the daughter of the famous Tony Stark, of course, they were going to talk all about you and dissect every part of your life that they only knew by reading the tabloids. You tried to shield your face behind your glasses, your bangs framing your face while trying to walk and look down at your feet.

"Oh look who it is-" Ned nudged your elbow to look up as you saw Peter running towards you guys, waving his hand frantically in the air while your eyes seemed to light up as he made his way towards you.

"Peter!" You shouted loudly running towards him at full speed and you immediately jumped into his arms. Luckily he was able to catch you since by the way you were running the momentum of your jump would have landed you both on the floor.

"Well someone is excited to see me, how are ya Snarky Starky?" He asked as you just laughed at the cheesy nickname he had given you since you always seemed to act a bit snarky with him at times and well it just stuck ever since.

"Ten times better now that you're here! I seriously thought you were going to skip out on the first day. I really wanted us all to be together to make it memorable and all." You explain realizing that he was still holding you close to his chest and you blushed, pulling apart, as he also had a blushed look across his cheeks and joined you guys walking together once again.

"Glad to see ya Pete." Ned said fist-bumping Peter as they decided to perform their ridiculous handshake which made you giggle at how close they really were.

"I totally didn't miss you at all..." MJ had mumbled under her breath, quickly looking up at Peter.

"Reunited once again! Glad to really see you guys. I seriously don't think I would have survived Midtown Tech without you all and now look at us, we all got accepted to ESU! We are totally gonna kill it this semester, I just know it." He says with his go-lucky happy attitude that he always seemed to have in his voice and you had forgotten how optimistic Peter always was, it made you smile knowing he was the one in the group that was the biggest ball of energy.

"You guys really are the bestest of friends I could ever ask for...thank you, seriously." You say in a bit of a serious tone but the smile on your face was genuine as you were really happy to know you had your friends back once again and now the journey of college life was just beginning for all of you, together.

"Wow Starky, don't get all emotional on us now," Peter says playfully holding his hand over his heart.

"I just like to show my appreciation for my friends, is that such a crime Parker?" You say in your usual snarky attitude and he just smiles knowing you were back in full swing.

"See, there is my Snarky Starky!" He says as you all walk into the lecture hall together.

Each of you take your seats in all different spots spread out across the hall. You set up shop taking out your laptop and your notebook, opening up your pencil case to take out some of your favorite pens and pencils but while you rummage through you find a little note from your dad.

'Have a good first day of school, I'm proud of you sweetheart -Dad'

You could have sworn that your heart swelled a few times bigger as you read the note. He really was the best dad you could ever ask for and he truly cared about you. He always made time for you ever since the minute you were born. Your smile grew the more you read it over and over until the professor had called everyone's attention to the slide show presentation on quantum physics.

You were a diligent note-taker and you basically had a photographic memory, that's why you were so good at literally acing all your exams. You clearly had inherited Tony's big brain and you just had fallen in love with science ever since you could remember. Just when you were a toddler you could remember sitting on the lab table as Tony would work on all his projects, tinkering and creating. The thought made you smile when you would always steal his tools from his toolbox and hide them all over the house and play with his Ironman masks and pretend you were saving the world just like he did. You loved everything about science, engineering and everything in between that Tony had spent years and with a lot of patience teaching you until right now. One day Stark Industries would be yours and you wanted to make sure that your father's legacy would continue to live on through you.

As the professor took notes your fingers flew across the keys typing almost every single word, making sure to cover all the topics you could from just that one class. You looked over to the iMessage notification that popped up on the screen of your laptop and reluctantly you go over to it and open it. It was a message from Peter, who was sitting all the way across the room from you. You decide to respond to him quickly while your brow furrows in annoyance at how he was interrupting your intense note-taking.

Pete: Hope you're not already falling asleep during this boring lecture

You: I'm taking notes like I should be and just like YOU should too

Pete: Why would I take notes when I can just copy yours

You: And who said I would let you copy my notes?

Pete: Come on Snarky Starky, are you really telling me you won't let me?

You: I'll think about it, now pay attention to the lecture Parker

Pete: How about we meet at the library so I can copy those notes then?

You: NY Public?

Pete: You know it

You: Don't forget to bring snacks ;)

Pete: I'd never forget them, see ya after class Starky

You close out the chat and get back to taking notes, you shake your head in disappointment when you see that you missed a few points and know you will have to go back to fill it in later. Your eyes scan across the room and you see Peter and all you can seem to do is smile when you see how silly he is acting in the middle of class as he tries to balance a pencil on the tip of his nose. The more you thought about it Peter was always just there, there for you no matter what. He was like the peanut butter to your jelly, the anchor to your ship, and so on. Have you ever thought about him romantically? Maybe a few times but you just had never entertained the idea since he never really showed much interest before or at least you thought he didn't, either that or you were just really blind, maybe it really was the latter. He always seemed to be the constant in your life that never really changed and in some weird way it brought you comfort knowing you could always rely on him, that he would always be there for you and maybe you really wanted him there for something more. He was the type to drop everything to go visit you at 2 am if you were having a breakdown or if things got too stressful you knew that just being able to see his face would remind you that everything would be alright.

Except that this whole summer you both were distant from each other. You didn't know why and it was killing you inside and you just had to know what had you done to make him just push you away like that? Was it really you or was it him? What had suddenly changed for him to just act as if nothing happened? You needed to know and you sure as hell were going to find out sooner or later, there wasn't anything that you couldn't solve except for maybe relationships weren't your strong point...

To be continued...

Chapter 2

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