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[anemoxlys]

NAVIGATION

“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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Maekar Targaryen x Reader

The Monster

Your Knight (Harwin Strong x reader)

Fandoms

Game of Thrones

House of the Dragon

Arcane

Call of Duty Modern Warfare

Baulder's Gate 3

Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit

Castlevania

DC

The Band Ghost

Stranger Things

Weak Hero Class

Alice in Borderland

Sweet Home

The Pitt

will write for anyone in these fandoms, feel free to ask for anyone 

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]

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

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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!

[vhagars-dementia]

ㅤㅤI can take him (but not in a fight😏)

[anemoxlys]

Simon Riley x reader teaser

You were sitting in a slightly rough bar nursing a drink when you met him. He was big, sporting a blonde buzz, wearing cargo pants and a fitted top that showed just enough of a tattoo creeping up his neck and down his right arm to make your mouth water. You wouldn’t call it love at first sight or anything remotely that sentimental but something clicked for the both of you when he sat down next to you, eyes meeting over the top of your ridiculously pink cocktail that simultaneously didn’t match the establishment you were in or yourself...

A/N: In the process of writing, will likely by Price!Reader x Simon with a realisation scene

[anemoxlys]

Me when I rediscover an old character I used to be obsessed with only to realise people continued writing for them so now have a treasure trove of fics…

[kristylikestoread]

To the so called “writers” using ai to “write” their stories, I promise you you’re not slick.

If people praise your “writing” via comment or message, believe me those are underaged lil kids, obvi they wouldn’t be able to tell.

A real reader would know, ever wonder why your likes and views are so low? Your writing has no life, and no proper meaning. Theres no feeling nor emotion, how do you make reading fics unbearable?

Edit: NORMALIZE SHAMING AND CALLING THEM OUT !!!

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Your Knight

Harwin Strong x reader

W/C: 1360

Based loosely on episode 3 but not entirely... enjoy!

“One of you must marry Jason Lannister, and if it is not my eldest then my youngest daughter will pick up the slack.” Viserys hissed, releasing your arm from his grasp. At that stage, your sister stormed out of the obnoxiously large tent, leaving you alone. “Is that all I am for father, to pick up Rhaenyra’s remains?” You asked, preventing him from leaving. “If that is what’s required.” He returned, his voice devoid of any sympathy. You too stormed out of the tent upon hearing your father’s response only to find your horse missing. 

“Lady!” You heard the grating voice of Jason Lannister call as he ran over to you. “Lord Lannister.” You replied through gritted teeth. “I believe you will be elated to hear of the plans to build a dragon pit in Lannisport, that way our children may have dragons of their own.” He announced, clearly overjoyed. “That, my lord, entirely depends on my acceptance of your proposal.” You shot back. “You mean your father, the king’s, acceptance of my proposal.” Jason Lannister continued, clearly not getting the hint to remain silent. “Good day my lord.” You hissed, storming off in the opposite direction, wholly unaware of a pair of brown eyes tracking your movements.

You walked for quite a while, eventually finding yourself in a woodland clearing where you sat against one of the larger trees. It was then that tears found you. “Princess?” You heard a voice ask after a few minutes of peaceful solitude. “Ser.” You replied, not bothering to look up. “Would you like an escort back to the hunt, I am sure your father is concerned with your whereabouts.” The voice continued, causing you to look up at the man speaking. “Ser Harwin, I am very content remaining here. If you wish to join me, do so, if not farewell.” You replied, recognising the knight. “Very well princess.” He returned, removing the sword from around his waist as he sat down beside you. 

“Have you ever been betrothed?” You asked after a few moments of silence. “My father is not fond of betrothed marriages, he feels it takes away the joys of having a wife.” Harwin answered. “I envy you.” You sighed, leaning against the cold bark. “Is that why you’re out here princess?” He asked, genuine concern evident in the way he spoke. “My father intends to feed me Rhaenyra’s scraps, I am, if she does not, to wed Jason Lannister.” You muttered. There was a moment of silence before Harwin’s laughter echoed through the Godswood. You shot him a glare before he opened his mouth to speak, “You would eat him alive princess, I would pay to see a man that proud be finally humbled by someone far superior to him.” He chuckled as you too smiled at his words. “That man's pride has pride.” You agreed, leaning your head on Harwin's shoulder causing him to briefly tense before relaxing once more. “Ser Harwin, do you feel like camping?” You grinned.

“My princess, I must request we return to camp.” Harwin urged as you stoked the fire. “Why ser Harwin, do you believe yourself unfit to protect me from the pigs?” You teased, “Do not fear my lord I shall fight for us both.” You finished, turning to face the man who was currently skinning rabbits. “You are a very good huntsman, Ser Harwin.” You commented, staring probably too long at the way his arms moved. “Thank you princess, I have had many years of practice.” He smiled. 

When morning came, you and Harwin quickly made your way back to the camp so as to not miss the hunt, not that you would complain if you did. “It may not be white but she’s a big one.” An unfamiliar voice called as you silently walked behind your father towards the doe. As the king raised the spear you instinctively looked away as your face paled. The sounds that followed brought tears to your eyes as the doe began to screech in pain. “Father, I am returning to camp.” You murmured, turning around and walking quickly over to your horse before mounting and riding away, a hand over your mouth. 

“Why is it princess, I always seem to find you running away?” A familiar voice grinned. “Well, my lord Strong, why is it you always follow me?” You returned, a grin spreading across your face. “Maybe I just cannot bring myself to be without such a view princess.” He grinned back, chuckling slightly as blood rushed to your cheeks. “You are not such a bad view yourself ser Harwin.” You replied, a genuine smile coming to your lips. You paused for a moment before speaking once again, “I do not think I would mind a betrothal if you were the other half my lord Strong.

“My lord, I was wondering if I may borrow some of your time?” You asked Lyonel Strong as he walked down the corridor. “Of course princess.” He immediately replied, a pleasant smile sitting on his face as usual. “I was wondering if your son, Ser Harwin, may wish to accompany my sister and I on her tour?” You asked before realising what you were saying, “Only as my sister has Ser Cole as her sworn protector, not that I am asking Ser Harwin to-...” You took in a deep inhale before continuing, “I am requesting he be available, my lord.” You muttered before turning the other direction and walking away, wringing your hands together, a habit you hadn’t realised you’d picked up. 

“Ser harwin pār mandia?” (Ser Harwin then sister?) Rhaenyra grinned, coming to stand beside you at the ship’s edge. “Gaoman daor gīmigon hen skoros ao nūmāzma rhaenyra.” (I do not know of what you mean Rhaenyra.) You retorted with a slight roll of your eyes. “He is very handsome sister, you could do worse.” She smiled before excusing herself as Ser Harwin Breakbones made an appearance. “The princess seemed in a hurry, is all well?” He asked as he reached where you were lent against the gunwale. “All is fine my lord, my sister meant only to tease.” You smiled in reply, allowing a comfortable silence to fall over the two of you. 

“Sister…” You whispered, a smile spreading across your lips as Rhaenyra cleared her throat. “Tell me my lord, was my great grandmother as beautiful as they say?” She asked, a grin spreading across her lips as you both watched the old man squirm awkwardly. “That was half a century ago, princess.” He slurred before your sister spoke once more, “I know.” Was all she said- causing snickers to spread across the room. 

You tuned out the rest of the conversations and instead found yourself looking at the all too familiar knight standing guard at the bottom of the stairs, that was until the sound of drawing swords immediately drew your attention. “Princess.” Came Ser Harwin’s voice as his hand came to take yours as the man led you gently out of the hall. 

“Thank you.” You murmured breathlessly once you were a safe distance from the fighting. “Always.” Came his reply before his hand cupped your cheek and carefully brushed a strand of hair from your face. “I do not think I shall find a betrothed on this trip.” You whispered, maintaining eye contact with the much taller man. “Why ever not princess?” He murmured, eyes flitting between your own. “Maybe I wish to be betrothed to another, one I already know.” You continued, taking a daring step forward. “And who might that be?” Harwin asked, inhaling a quick breath. “Only the most handsome knight in all the kingdom.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You watched as he nervously scanned down the corridors for any onlookers and, upon finding none, he turned you both around meaning you were caged between him and the wall. “When you next see this knight what will you do princess?” He breathed, his voice a low growl as he drew even nearer. “Something like this.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his own in a feverish kiss. 

A/N: I have never had to look up parts of a ship before but apparently the gunwale is the edge of a ship’s official name... who knew

[anemoxlys]

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove:

Short fic

[anemoxlys]

Billy Hargrove x reader

W/C: c. 850

Warnings: domestic abuse (Neil)

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon.” You spoke, leaning over your shoulder slightly to look at your boyfriend who was currently pacing the floor of his room, you lying stomach down on his bed flipping through a magazine as he did so. “They’re three fucking hours late.” He hissed, kicking his desk chair with enough force to make you flinch but not enough to properly scare you. “And we can wait a bit longer.” You returned, sliding off of the bed before walking carefully over to him, “I’m not going anywhere, it’s okay.” You smiled, your hand finding his as you stood in front of him, his eyes locked firmly off to the side. “Billy, look at me?” You murmured, your other hand gently coming to his cheek. “I know!” He yelled, causing you to drop your hands away from him and take a few steps back, “I know.” He repeated, voice significantly quieter as he stepped back towards you, his arms wrapping around your torso. “I don’t deserve you.” He muttered into your hair, pulling back slightly in order to press a quick kiss to your hairline. “Yes you do.” You countered, your hands finding his cheeks once again as you smiled up at him, rock music filling the space around you as the record he had put on a few minutes ago continued to spin. 

“Billy?” A woman’s voice interrupted the two of you. “Bit busy in here Susan.” Billy called back in response, ushering you towards his wardrobe with an apologetic face before he paused at the sound of another voice, “Open the door Billy.” You recognised the sound immediately as Neil’s and quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek before heading into the wardrobe yourself, the door closing behind you before the music abruptly stopped and the door opened. 

You couldn’t see much, a single sliver of light coming through a crack in the wardrobe door allowing you the slightest glance into the room. The smell was interesting, a very overwhelming scent of Billy’s cologne filling your nose, only slightly tainted by the smell of cigarettes and vague laundry detergent. “What’s the problem?” You heard Billy ask from outside your line of view, a few unintelligible words being spoken in response before the sound of a loud bang met your ears and Billy came back into sight, being pinned against the door of the wardrobe by his father. “Neil, there’s no need.” The female voice from earlier called from the doorway only to be cut off by Neil’s. “No Sharon, he’s going to call whatever whore he was going to see tonight and find his sister.” He spat, suddenly pushing Billy harder against the wardrobe. Your hand shot to your mouth, trying your hardest to quieten down your rapid breathing and the small squeak of fear that was urging to be let out. It was Billy’s unnaturally quiet voice that brought you back to reality before another slam against the wardrobe caused you to flinch further into the wardrobe, your back now pressed against the cold wood, your view outside blocked by one of Billy’s shirts of which you grabbed the sleeve to mess with in a self comforting motion. “Yes, sir.” You heard Billy mutter again, slightly louder the second time. A few seconds of painful silence fell over the room before Neil’s voice harshly cut through the already uncomfortable atmosphere, “Find Max.” He hissed, Billy’s bedroom door slamming a few seconds later. 

You waited around half a minute longer before cautiously opening the door to the wardrobe. Initially, you couldn’t see much, your eyes squinting at the sudden entrance of light but they adjusted until you made out Billy leaning against the shelving beside the wardrobe, a single tear falling slowly down his cheek. Silently, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his shoulder as his arms found their way around your body, his head resting atop yours for a few moments before he finally let out a loud sigh, his body relaxing slightly in your embrace. “Want to look for Max together? It can be a different type of date than we planned?” You asked quietly, not moving your arms from around him. “You sure you don’t want to go home? It’s raining out?” He questioned, pulling his body away from you but keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips where they’d snuck their way to. “Like a little rain would keep me from you.” You grinned, carefully pressing your lips to his. Immediately he reciprocated, one of his hands sliding upwards to rest against the back of your head whilst the other moved around slightly to rest more on your backside as he pressed his body back into yours, pulling you against him as he lent against the shelving unit again. “Billy-” You hummed, fingers tangling into his curls as he began to press kisses down your neck and jawlines. “Billy, Max.” You hissed, grip tightening on his hair as he began to suck onto your skin. “Okay, okay fine.” He groaned, only releasing you once he was content with his work.

A/N: This is only something short as inspiration hit me when I was rewatching the earlier seasons in an attempt to ignore season 5...