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“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”

    ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

―  nineteen. she/her. bisexual. sagittarius. call me moxie

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don't write smut as I'm not good at writing it but am not opposed to trying if the demand exists

“But in the end it's only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

[anemoxlys]

Floating an idea

How would we feel about a series fratboy! au with JJK men where they meet the parents.

It would be based on how I think them meeting my own would go but I feel like the reactions are fairly generic for most parental figures.

I've written all of a Sukuna one, am mid-writing a Toji version and am considering a bit of a whack Naoya one but I don't know if anyone else would enjoy reading them as I wrote them as purely self-indulgent fics.

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Currently catching up on MHA, forgot how fine some of these heroes are.

Best Jeanist and Present Mic could save me any day JUST SAYING

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Call of Duty

Poly! 141:

Pub Pussy

Simon Riley:

Teaser

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Pub pussy

Poly!TF 141 x reader - civilian AU

A/N: Title is a joke, I'm just too tired to think of something else that fits the story and starts with a P, the idea hit me as a joke but I genuinely cannot think of anything else now...

Warnings: poorly written smut, verbal abuse ( from a customer - I love customer service! )

W/C: 2300+

You were in a strange situation, caught somewhere between working and being a sugar baby for four ridiculously handsome men. When they’d initially offered to pay you for essentially just existing you seriously contemplated it. The weight of your university costs, grocery expenses and general living prices ultimately outweighing any realistic chance you had at refusing that kind of money, however after contemplating with your moral conscience you ultimately decided to work in their pub for a hefty wage instead. 

“Evening!” You grinned, waving at a very busy looking Johnny who pouted slightly at the lack of a ‘proper’ greeting before he quickly was forced back to his pans. “Evenin’ bonnie.” He called back, catching the attention of Kyle who had just popped into the kitchen to chase Johnny for a meal. “Evening gorgeous.” He smiled, hands planted firmly on your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “How’s it going Ky?” You asked, gently wrapping your arms around his neck. “Busy as fuck!” You heard Johnny call from the other side of the kitchen, “You in here for a reason Kyle or are you just here to flirt?” He continued, shooting a jealous glare at the other man. “Table 14’s been waiting a while.” He hummed, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before waving a goodbye to a now fuming Scotsman. “See you soon Johnny!” You grinned before getting to work yourself. 

“Si, table 1 wants a vodka and soda but he said not to skimp on the vodka like a lot of places do.” You spoke, sliding up to the bar with a small sigh. “Uh huh.” He nodded before glancing at you and pausing, “You alright tonight?” He asked, eyebrows creasing in concern. “Just tired, my professor’s being a bitch about this essay.” You answered before being called back to your work. 

It was about five minutes later that your attention was caught by the vodka man who was staring you down, snapping his fingers as a summons. Biting back your frustration at the action, you hurried over an apology on your tongue. “Where the fuck is my drink, if you were doing your job right I wouldn’t have a fucking issue.” He snarled, waving his hand in your face as he finished berating you. Silently, you hurried to the bar and grabbed his drink, praying to all the gods that Simon hadn’t fucked with him for his earlier comment. As you dropped the drink off at the man’s table you made to leave, hoping to escape before he tried his drink for the first time, however this plan was quickly prevented as he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving. “You’re gonna stay here ‘til I’ve tried this drink that you probably fucked up, like everything else.” He muttered, whispering something else under his breath that you didn’t quite catch but made your cheeks flush in embarrassment all the same. Immediately after trying his drink he slammed it down on the table, an awkward silence filling the space around you as nearby tables stopped talking to look at the disruption. “Did I not tell you to make this properly, if you spent half as much time doing your fucking job as you did whoring yourself out in that fucking mini skirt there’d be no problem. Fucking slut.” He berated, the last part whispered louder than before in a clear attempt to make you hear it. You stood there, frozen for a few moments before he continued, “What the fuck are you hanging around for, remake my drink and get me your fucking manager I’m not paying for your services.” He nearly screamed, breaking you out of your trance. “Right away.” You whispered, hands growing sweaty and slightly shaky as you turned to walk away only for your eyes to meet the next two tables all staring at you. 

You practically sprinted into the kitchen to get away from all the stares in the main restaurant, more people having witnessed you getting screamed at than you first realised. As soon as the door shut behind you, you felt tears building in your eyes and your bottom lip quiver slightly. “Where’s Price?” You asked softly, staring at the floor in an attempt to prevent yourself from looking Johnny in the eyes. “Upstairs, why?” He responded, clearly not looking in your direction. “Nothing important.” You answered, hurrying up the flight of stairs round the corner, the tears slipping down your cheeks as you did. 

You quickly knocked on Price’s office door, tears now streaming down your face at full force. You vaguely heard him call ‘enter’ before you walked inside. “What’s wr-” He began before looking up at you and immediately standing from his chair and hurrying over. “Love, what happened?” He asked, hands moving to cup your cheeks as he spoke. “This guy.” You began before you began to cry harder, remembering all the faces staring at you that you’d have to go back to serving. “It’s alright.” John whispered, pulling you against his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back as his other held your head against his shoulder. “What’d the fucker do to make you like this, huh?” He murmured a few moments later, the two of you seated on a run down sofa in the far corner of the room. “He yelled at me in front of everyone, saying I made his drink wrong and that if I spent less time whoring myself out, I could actually ‘service’ him properly. Called me a slut in a mini skirt.” You whispered, bringing your knees up to your chin as you spoke, voice wavering slightly. A few seconds of furious silence followed before you heard John’s voice, “You stay here, I’ll have Johnny run some food up and Simon’ll cover your tables for a bit. Be back soon.” He muttered, pressing his lips against your forehead before leaving the room, the silent rage rolling off him in waves. 

It was only a few minutes until the door opened again, this time as Johnny walked inside, holding a small bowl of garlic bread in his hands. “Ya doin’ okay?” He asked, placing the bowl down next to you before crouching down in front of you. “It was humiliating.” You muttered, the tears having stopped but the tear tracks down your face being painfully obvious. “I know, ya didn’t deserve tha’ bullshit.” He comforted, moving slightly to sit down beside you, your head resting on his shoulder as you leaned into him. The calm silence that followed was quickly broken by banging coming from downstairs and a muffled yell before Gaz threw open the door yelling about how ‘Simon was going to kill someone again’. Instantly, you and Johnny were running downstairs and into the dining area. 

The scene before you was a mixture of heart warming and concerning; Simon had the man who’d insulted you by his collar, John standing slightly in front of him, his arms crossed. “If that whore could do her job properly!” You heard the man yell before Simon’s fist clenched in a way you were all too familiar with. “Simon!” You whispered, grabbing his arm, having run over to the two men the minute you saw his fist clench. “Si, he’s not worth it.” You muttered, your other hand coming to rest over his clenched one. You could visibly see him relax slightly as he glanced at you, his fist loosening slowly as his fingers intertwined with your own. That is until the idiot opened his mouth, “I see she’s doing her rounds of the staff here too”, was all he managed to get out before a loud crunch sounded and the sounds of screams followed. You didn’t see what made the sound as Price pulled you into him the minute the man began to talk, as if he sensed what was about to occur, but you heard it all the same. 

You stayed in John’s office for the rest of the evening, Kyle or Johnny occasionally coming in to check up on you. “Sorry for making you run food.” You muttered as John settled back behind his desk, the rush having slowed down enough for him to come back to his office. “Wasn’t you, blame the fucker who thought he’d have a dig at you ‘cause he thought you’re an easy target.” He replied, holding his hand out slightly, indicating for you to come over to his seat, an action you quickly did. “Sorry anyway.” You continued, leaning against John’s chair as you read his computer screen over his shoulder. 

As the restaurant cleared, you slowly made your way downstairs into the kitchen to help Johnny with packing up everything. “You okay?” The Scotsman asked after a few moments of silent cleaning. “Better now, how’s Simon?” You replied, glancing up at Johnny who took a few steps towards you before taking the cleaning rag out of your hands and gesturing at the door, an indication you took.

You assumed Kyle was out back as the dining area was empty save from Simon who was cleaning behind the bar, his back turned to from you as he was scrubbing down the far end of the bartop. Silently, you walked behind the bar to join him, carefully wrapping your arm around his waist, allowing him to tense before turning and seeing it was you and relaxing again, before leaning your head against his chest, your arms tightening slightly around him as one of his own moved to rest on your lower back whilst his other reached for your face, tilting it slightly so he could meet your eyes. He carefully flicked his eyes across your face, trying to make sure you were alright before ultimately deciding you were okay and releasing a small sigh of apparent relief. Slowly you moved a hand to the back of Simon’s head, having to lean up in order to do so, your eyes quickly glancing at his lips before returning to meet his gaze. Almost immediately you felt the hand on your lower back dip to your ass before he lifted you up and onto the bartop, a small laugh escaping your lips as he did so causing him to slip into a small smile, stepping in between your thighs the moment you were situated. Your arms quickly looped around his neck, pulling him closer against you then eventually pulling him slightly down to meet your lips with his. You felt one of his hands brace himself against the bar, allowing him to lean fully into you, whilst the other found your lower back again, sliding your hips down the bartop until they were pressed against his. A small whine escaped your lips as you felt his hardening cock rub against you only for the sound to be drowned out in his mouth, his tongue slipping past your lips at the first opportunity to do so. As he continued to suck into your mouth you felt his hand slide around to your front, slowly running up and down your waist before sliding down fully to the top of your thighs and stopping there until your own hand guided his under the fabric of your skirt, your mouth too preoccupied to beg vocally. Quickly you felt him slip under your panties, his fingers masterfully circling your clit making you more breathless than you already were before he gently entered a first finger inside you, your back arching slightly against him at the intrusion. “Si.” You whispered, separating from his lips and pressing your forehead against his shoulder as he began to slowly thrust the finger in and out of your cunt, his second hand moving to continue the ministrations against your clit. 

By the time a second finger entered inside you you were practically biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sounds escaping your lips as you grew closer and closer to your finish, Simon having shifted slightly so his lips were able to suck at your neck whilst maintaining his actions with his hands and allowing you to follow his shoulder. “Simon I can’t-” You whispered breathless against his skin as a third finger was inserted and the pressure on your clit increased. “Yes you can love, come on.” He replied, his voice slightly muffled against your neck but containing the unmistakable huskiness he got whenever he was ‘engaging’. “Si…” You whined, head tilting into the curve of his neck as your eyes fluttered shut as your body was pushed over the precipice and your thighs began to shake uncontrollably. “There we go, easy now lovey.” Simon muttered, pressing a lingering kiss to your now sweaty forehead as your breathing began to even out. “Good girl.” He continued, slowly bringing his fingers up from your thighs before calling out, “Johnny!” before waiting for the doors to swing open which they did after a few seconds. “Yeah Si-?” The man in question began before pausing in the doorway and taking in the sight in front of him with a large grin. After a few seconds of happy staring he all but leapt over to the two of you, allowing you to shuffle your head over to his shoulder and off of Simon’s chest, his grin growing impossibly wider as Simon offered up his hand before Johnny quickly took the offer and slowly took a finger into his mouth, sucking on the digit with a small moan before moving to the next. “Christ, beautiful you taste divine.” He murmured in between fingers, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. “If we were at home gods bonnie.” He continued after cleaning the last of Simon’s fingers with a grin, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before turning his head towards Simon and using his free hand to pull the man towards his lips, an action the blonde completed more than willingly.

A/N #2: Can you tell this is my first time writing smut properly - I am so sorry if its poorly written I genuinely struggle with writing smut in a way that's realistic and fun to read. T.T

[anemoxlys]

Ya'll smut writers just know how in awe of you I am, genuinely embarrass the fuck outta myself every time I try to write anything remotely smut related.

Anyone that can write smut well genuinely has my complete respect and admiration (jealousy)

[anemoxlys]

Ormund Hightower x reader teaser

Ormund in the new episode has actually taken me over mind, body and soul. I am obsessed.

This is quite different (darker fic) than my usual works so I'm posting a teaser to put out the feelers for how a full fic would be reacted to...

READ WITH CAUTION, the teaser isn't overly detailed or triggering but warning for physical abuse, as hinted at in ep4 s3

You felt as if your refusal to rebel had disappointed your mother. Your mind being too busy with anxiety and fear to have the desire to truly act for yourself. Rather you much preferred a guiding hand, someone to assist with the ordering of your days. You were your mother’s first born and yet the line of succession skipped over you to your brother, a show of your mother’s disregard for your rather meek nature as you came to think. 

By the time you were old enough to be wed, your mother wasted little time before shipping you off like a merchant’s wares to Old Town at the suggestion of your grandfather, not that she needed much of an excuse to distance you from your brothers who were little more than infants at the time. 

Ormund Hightower was a man who left little to chance, always planning and plotting, as some would gossip, but it was this nature that suited you entirely, happily letting Ormund dictate where your day would be spent and who it would be spent in the company of. At first, you believed he would be your perfect match, a fantasy so overwhelming that when he first struck you, you wholeheartedly believed you were at fault, a sentiment you still clutched to.

idk let me know what you all think!

[milescrypt]

Monthly Recommendations

July 2026, s-series, o-oneshots

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson

Final Girl: Why did you have to be so nice. s @beasbrain

I’m Not in Love: It’s like I’m in love with the idea of you. o @beasbrain

Doll Parts: I never did anything wrong to you. o @beasbrain

Yeah Boy & Doll Face: You don’t love me. o @beasbrain

Lighthouse: Thank you for today. o @beasbrain

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Aemond Targaryen

Amnesiac: Forgive and forget? s @indecisivefandoms

Growing Pains: Don't let me go, I love you. o @crossingthedreams

Aegon Targaryen

Black & Green Bruises: My past's blood? or my future's blood? s @fawncoffin

Daemon Targaryen

Under the Moonlit Sky: What a man. o @sachaa-ff

Ormund Hightower

Faults: I was just scared, you didn't have to yell. o @darktargslut

The Sound and the Senseless: Teasing and weddings. o @just-some-random-blogger

There will be Blood: Blood coloured clothes and the treachery of those who followed. o @lovebugism

A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS

Aerion Targaryen

'Aww So Cute!' 'Get The Fuck Away From Me': You're still a baby in my eyes. o @lalalovelyly (PS: I read this platonically.)

Like Father, Like Son: Being jealous of your son, is a new all time low. o @morriganstark

Daeron Targaryen

A Little Place called The Moon: A bunch of protectors. s @carmysdoll

Maekar Targaryen

Blood of my Blood: I'll protect you just like he did. o @karmaswitch

Ser Duncan

Hymn to Virgil: Love and identity secrets. s @julez-5

GAME OF THRONES

Bran Stark

Perfect Queen: I could give you an answer without my eyes. o @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

Heat: Cold feet, warm heart. o @talesof-old

The Necromancer: You saved me. s @sasagehoes

Rewritten History: Three eyes, and they were all for me. o @queenofthrones2

Roose Bolton

[UNNAMED]: I'm not as cruel as you fear I am. o @anemoxlys

BACKROOMS

Clark

You deserve a real man: I can save you, you deserve so much better. o @strawb3rrystar

Asynchronous Flurries: I feel a lot, I don’t know what that feeling is. s @im-not-a-pleeb

STRANGER THINGS

Byler

Fanart: Not a fic, but amazing art. @lestappencraze

MISC. (MJ, SAUL, ETC)

Michael Jackson

For Public Consumption: When did it change? Where did it all go wrong. s @michaeldiary

Saul Goodman

A Beautiful Thing: Now there's three? o @asgardianangel

Johnny Cage

Date Night: Didn't mean for it to get this bad, you'll still love me though. s @111adybird

Colin Gray

Undone: Stress relief. o @calicocoffeecafe

[anemoxlys]

So amazed rn to be recommended alongside some of these incredible fanfics!

I might not be super active when it comes to posting new works or replying to asks/comments but they all mean so much to me.

I write fics because I love the idea behind them but it’s incredible to see other people enjoy them as much as I do!!

[anemoxlys]

Let me just say one thing I ADORE about Pitt fanfics is evil Ogilvie

It is so funny to me how we all (yes we) just agreed that this poor man was the evil side character in every x reader fic

Ily Pitt fanfic writers please don’t go bald <3

[cinnalityy]

When you have the perfect fic in ur head but can’t write for shit..

[anemoxlys]

Genuinely how most of my writing comes about and then I never upload it because I realise I can’t write for shit

[anemoxlys]

The Monster

Tywin Lannister x reader

A/N: I wrote this like three years ago so apologies if the writing isn't great but I love the idea of it

Warnings: arachnophobia

W/C: 930+

You hadn’t slept. How were you supposed to, being in an unfamiliar city, full of people you neither trusted nor cared for in the slightest. So, naturally, you made the most of your nights alone. Living with the full knowledge of how short lived they would be with your wedding day rapidly approaching, made them all the more special. 

You usually spent your time reading or drawing. For all that kings landing was unfamiliar and daunting, its beauty you couldn’t lie about. That was when it happened. 

You were peacefully curled up on the rather large armchair in the corner of your room, a perfectly good book in hand, and as you were reading the pages out of the corner of your eye you saw movement. You placed the book down and stared in the direction. Then to your sheer horror the biggest spider you had ever seen ran across the bed directly in front of you. 

A silent scream left your lips as you leapt up and dashed out of the door. Silent tears of pure, unbridled fear fell down your cheeks as you ran. Where you were running, only your feet could tell you- your flight response acting quicker than your mind. 

You hastily opened a vaguely familiar door before your shaking hands raised to your face. “My lady?” A familiar voice came from further inside the room, “What are you doing up at this hour, not to mention in my study?” The voice continued, growing louder as the person drew closer. “Apologies my lord.” You attempted to push out, the shakes and quivers in your voice making you internally wince at the sound of your speech. “My lady, what has you so startled?” Tywin asked, finally noticing the state of panic you were still in. “No, I am sorry to bother you my lord. Goodnight.” You made to leave the room, only to be stopped by a hand catching your wrist and gently pulling you back in. “My lady, you are to be my wife if you cannot tell me what has you in such an evident state of panic I fear for the state of our marriage.” Tywin implored, gently pulling you closer, and closer into his chest. A sigh escaped your lips before you whispered a response, “A spider.” A small silence followed your reply before Tywin let out a small chuckle. “A spider.” He repeated before chuckling once again and moving away from you to return to his work. “I will not waste my time on such a trivial matter.” He muttered, sitting back down behind his desk. Another sigh escaped you before you made your way over to the small bookcase beside the lannister’s desk. “What are you doing now?” The older man asked, the sound of a quill hitting the desk top breaking the peaceful silence you’d found comfort in. “Getting a book.” You replied sharply. “Why?” Came the expected response. “If I am to stay here am I not allowed such comforts?” You retorted, “I meant why stay here- you have a perfectly usable room on the other end of the castle.” Tywin continued. “If you expect me to return to my room whilst that monster is residing peacefully atop my bed you are very much mistaken my lord.” You scowled, having found nothing to read on his surprisingly small bookcase. 

A silent reply was all you received in return and after making your way over to the, evidently smaller, armchair you attempted to make yourself comfortable, distracting yourself with thoughts of the upcoming horror that was your wedding. 

You were jumpy. Tywin could see it from where he was sitting attempting to complete the battle report he’d been gruelling over for the two hours prior to your entrance and another half hour since. Every small flicker of the light would make you shake slightly harder than you already were, and heaven forbid you ‘saw’ something behind you- the small squeak of terror that escaped your lips when the latter event happened was more than distracting. “If you are to stay here, at least try to be helpful?” Tywin offered having just seen you jump a near foot in the air for at least the sixth time. “How so my lord?” You replied, your attention now entirely on the man in front of you. He simply raised the paper off of the desk and indicated for you to move closer. 

You did as you were requested, however when you reached the desk you saw no chair, nor was there a chair anywhere to hand in the room. Opting to not mention that fact, you stood behind the eldest Lannister. A quick screech of chairs on stone later and you felt hands grabbing your waist, then before you knew it you were- surprisingly comfortable- sat upon the lap of Tywin Lannister. “Read pages 43 to 47, I can’t seem to finish the final pages.” Tywin spoke, his voice shockingly attractive as you shifted on his knee. “As you wish my lord.” You spoke softly. 

Around an hour had passed since your new seating arrangement had taken place and the lack of sleep over the course of the past week was finally catching up to you. Weariness was slowly taking the place of the paranoia present only hours ago. 

It was another twenty minutes until you were asleep.

A further ten before Tywin adjusted your position so you ended up straddling the lord, leaning your head against his shoulder. 

Then a further half hour until the lion was asleep beside you, head resting peacefully against your own.

[julius-caeser]

is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, hehehe wait what-

[yandere-romanticaa]

I am sometimes so genuinely tempted to write some saucy NSFW piece, but I am such a massive pussy that I chicken out each and every time.

You smut writers amaze me. I'm not joking. Especially if you manage to incorporate the actual personality of the character. Every time I even try to write it, I feel like a baby going goo goo gaga. It looks so BAD.

[yandere-romanticaa]

These images summarize my feelings perfectly.

[thediaryofclio]

Me logging into HBO tonight

[anemoxlys]

Day 1 being widowed guys…

[kijimha]

just because you havent seen me post about The Character in a while doesn't mean i'm any less insane about them in private

[anemoxlys]

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms:

Maekar Targaryen x Reader:

Intro:

[anemoxlys]

Maekar x Reader

Warnings: Aerion, physical injuries

W/C: 750+

You were out later than you should have been, strolling the rows of tents and displays with one of your closest maids, attempting to distract yourself from your missing children and now missing husband, when a burst of laughter caught your attention. Briefly looking behind you to see where your maid was, you allowed curiosity to take over you and entered the tent in question, a small smile coming onto your face at the sight of a puppeteer whirling around fighting a simply divine puppet dragon, a group of children staring in awe at the scene before them. As the ‘knight’ whirled for the final time and struck the dragon down you raised your hands about to applaud when the tent fell eerily silent. You watched in initial surprise  as Aerion moved from where he had apparently been watching from the shadows of the tent towards the puppeteer, stalking towards her like a predator with its prey. 

A sense of dread slowly overtook you as he approached the innocent girl, his gaze hard and cruel before he struck, grabbing the girl’s arm before starting to bend her fingers back, screaming about how the dragon never loses. A scream filled the tent as the puppeteer began to cry in agony before a sickening cracking sound mashed with her cries. “Aerion!” You called, attempting to move towards him to stop the depraved act only to be restrained by one of his knights, a man you did not know very well yet recognised as one of the crueler members of the king's guard. “Aerion this is madness, she meant no offence you surely know this!” You cried, struggling against the knight’s grip on your wrists as Aerion, ignoring you entirely, resumed his torture of the young girl. Tears began to come to your eyes at the sounds of her screams of pain and the knowledge that you had surely played a part in your son’s madness when suddenly a man you recognised ran into the tent and threw a punch to Aerion’s face. In the shock, the knight holding you released you in favour of restraining the newcomer allowing you to run towards the puppeteer. Upon reaching her, you fell to your knees, carefully taking her hands in yours to examine the damage only to turn immediately upon hearing Aerion’s voice, positioning yourself in front of the girl. “Stay behind me.” You whispered to her, slowly nudging her towards the corner of the tent. “Mother, do you also choose this whore over your own blood?” Aerion hissed, moving quickly towards you. “Aerion, she is innocent.” You responded, your hold on the girl’s wrist not flinching despite the fear you felt. “This whore seeks to destroy our family, the dragon ought never lose!” He screamed, raising his hand to strike you before a cruel laugh spilled from his lips at the sight of your face. “Do you fear me, mother?” He asked, grinning like a madman before he turned back to the knight who struck him. “You loosed a tooth so I shall start by taking all of yours.” He spoke, the two knights restraining the hedge knight immediately positioning him jaw to stage. “Go now.” You muttered to the puppeteer who paused for only a split second before fleeing from the tent out of the back stage area, Aerion, thankfully, being too preoccupied did not notice. 

“Stop, else you shall answer to my father.” A hauntingly familiar voice spoke from the tent’s main entrance, drawing your attention away from the girl. “Aegon.” You whispered, instantly stumbling to your feet and running to him. “Brother.” You vaguely recognised Aerion’s voice, too focused on reaching your previously missing son. “What happened to your hair?” He continued to taunt, surprisingly allowing you to reach your youngest. “I shaved it off. I did not wish to look like you.” Aegon replied, allowing you to pull him into a tight hug as he spoke. Aerion opened his mouth to reply but was thankfully silenced by the arrival of Ser Roland who thankfully looked to you for orders. “Take Ser Duncan and put him in a holding cell, treat him with respect and give him food.” You spoke, not taking your eyes off of Aegon’s face for fear he would vanish if you did. “Yes, your highness.” Ser Roland answered, the hedge knight allowing himself to be escorted out of the tent with little protest. “Come, Aegon.” You continued, your hand moving to rest on the boy’s upper back as you urged him to leave the tent, Aerion’s fury radiating off of him in practically visible waves. 

A/N: I know I say this almost every fic but I am in the process of writing a pt2 to this one as A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms is consuming my every thought, I'm just waiting until the release of the next episode.

Treat this like an introduction / filler potentially as I will likely include it in the pt2 as well as a longer fic!