Hi I'm Tee! I write fanfic and am entirely feral. Smoke, Fire and Ash is my first ever fanfic. I have always enjoyed reading and writing! My AO3 is the same handle @asumofwords
I mostly write for HOTD, But I'm also open to writing for other characters so it's best to just ask if you're unsure!! <3
Currently my requests are CLOSED!
BOUNDARIES FOR REQUESTS: I will not write for anyone who is underage (actor and character) and I will not write anything for stepdad/stepchild fics.
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Finished reading smoke, fire, and ash more than a month ago now. There is not a day that goes by where I don't think of that masterpiece. The ending genuinely shocked me but in a good way, to her it was the only option. She had to kill her soulmate to save herself, her family, and the whole kingdom. That story was the best thing I've ever read, truly. Me and my love for villains and evil storylines imagined it ending with Aemond taking the throne and ruling with her by his side no matter who they hurt or betrayed, but ultimately the way it ended made it so much better!!
Argh!! Thank you so much!! I really just felt that in the end, she wouldn’t turn her back on her family, especially her siblings. She knew she had to, and that it was the only option. For her it was what she could live with more; Her entire families demise, or the death of the man she loved? Ultimately she made a choice that would haunt her forever in both good and bad ways, but she will always stand by her choice. I’m so glad that you enjoyed it!! Xxx thank you for your kind words!
I’ve just finished reading Smoke, fire and ash. I read the whole thing in 2 days (no sleep, we die like men) and wanted to tell you it’s my favourite Aemond fic ever! I love your writing, the amount of care you pour into characters’ psyche and into all the details. I’m so excited to read all the other fics you wrote. Thank you for writing! Hope you’re doing well xx
Oh my goodness thank you so much! This is so sweet! I’m so glad you liked it, and I hope you like my other fics too!! Xxxx
Hii it's me again, I am so sorry, ik it's probably annoying to see the spam from me but a small correction and I promise it'll be the last, the word I was misremembering and writing wasn't alternative 'endings', but different AUs, like modern AU, film AU, and an afterlife AU. I am so sorry for the miscommunication, holy, I'm bad with fanfic terms in English. They were alternative scenarios and universes which were sent directly to your inbox. I am so so sorry for the misuse of terms and the mix up, I am so stupid.
Nonetheless! they were still disrespectful tho, I'm so sorry once again.
Don’t be sorry at all! You’re fine. It’s all good x
Hii again, I read your post and I understand how you felt especially after becoming an author of my own, I had realised early on then and I wish I put in more efforts into conveying my apology, although there might be a slight miscommunication because I think you might've confused me with another person(?) or maybe I've read it wrong but I wrote the alternative endings directly into your ask box (around ~4 scenarios if I recall correctly and I sent them within like the week after you published the final chapter and never again.) and not anywhere else, that's why it got a lot of attention. I wouldn't dare publish it somewhere else that ever in my life cause I know how much a fanfic means, they were all sent in to your ask box. Although I can understand if you don't remember properly because there were a few accounts that did the same (which is crazy) but I was the anon who would sent in alternative scenarios directly into the inbox because I didn't have a writing blog, Which is honestly still so disrespectful nonetheless and even to this day I felt like I've crossed a line.
I think I naively did that because I had been a huge fan of sf&a since first few chapters, I remember constantly looking forward for it everyday and the angst ended up getting to me, but then I quickly realised that it was wrong of me to send you asks about alt/sequelish type of endings a month later, and it sucks that you didn't receive the apologies I've sent back then, I'm glad I decided to send one again even after two years just in case cause you really deserved an apology, and I mean it. My intention was to never actually erase the true nature of the fic but rather just cope and I didn't realise how disrespectful it could be back then.
So once again, I really want to say sorry. Also please excuse if my grammar is off or I am unable to convey anything properly, english is not my first language. Thank you for understanding. You were and still are one of the authors I look up to regardless of even if i'm not a fan of hotd anymore because your writing genuinely altered my brain chemistry. Though it's been years, I've never come across another other fic as beautifully written as sf&a, it was a masterpiece. I really hope you're doing well and wish you all the best.
Sorry for yapping so much but I really just wanted to be as sincere as possible. Thank you for giving your time to read and respond to my prev apology.
Oh sorry I got confused and mixed up, there were a few people that made alternative endings. But yeah, it’s all good. You’re fine and I hope you continue to write and read!!! Xx
Hii idk if you remember me since it's been two years but I really wanted to get it off my chest.
I wanted to apologize and say I'm sorry.
I was the anon that wrote "alt" endings(?) for sf&a or alt scenarios, it was supposed to just be a one time thing and I didn't know that you'd actually respond to it, and when you did, people actually demanded more and I think I probably did it 3 more times(?) after that cause everyone was grieving, and I realised a month later that it was so disrespectful and tried sending in apologies and idk if you received them cause my prev acc got shadowbanned before getting banned completely and then I just quit tumblr in general.
Though it has always been on my mind since then so that's why I'm apologizing again to ensure this one actually sends, I'm two years too late so sorry for that too. But yeah it was so disrespectful of me. You do not have to reply to this or anything, I just wanted to convey my apologies. I hope you're doing well.
Hey,
I’m not sure if I received all your previous messages, but I do remember the one time you shared an alternative ending. What’s upsetting is finding out that you continued doing this with Smoke, Fire and Ash. I finished that story years ago, and had no idea anyone was making alternative versions more than once without my knowledge.
I put months of work, thought, and care into that story; it’s my baby, my very first fanfic. Finding out it’s been used like that feels disrespectful. I ended it the way I wanted, and while I understand not everyone loved the ending, it was my story. I had planned to end it like that before I had even finished writing the first chapter. Every event, every chapter, every little blob of words was leading to that point. And I’m glad I stuck to it.
I understand you probably didn’t intend harm, and perhaps you didn’t realise the impact at the time, but continuing to write spins on someone else’s work without their consent isn’t ok. It undermines the effort creators put into their work and basically says I can do better or I can fix it.
I appreciate your apology, and I hope this helps you understand why it matters to me that people respect creators boundaries. Some writers may be okay with alternative takes if you ask them, but it’s not something you should pursue just because readers are demanding more. Instead, write your own story.
Tangent incoming: I think sometimes there can be a lot of entitlement with fanfics now that I haven’t quite seen before. Maybe it’s because there’s a lot of new people in fanfic spaces that don’t know the etiquette. Maybe it’s because it has become a lot more mainstream and accepted to openly talk about, enjoy, and consume fanfic and smut, whereas before it was something you definitely wouldn’t openly talk about. But I have noticed a shift in the way that people are reacting to writing on here and AO3.
I’ve been a consumer of fanfic since I was 12. There’s this new wave of entitlement, and urgency to say every little comment or thought, irregardless of it being disrespectful or not. Not saying that this is you, but I’m noticing this trend lately and it’s part of the reason why I’m not really writing much anymore. The spaces have shifted, there’s weird hierarchies and cliques and people can be so fucking rude. Anyway….
I hope you’re doing well. I don’t hold malice or any bad thoughts towards you, and I hope you continue to enjoy reading and writing your own stories.
hi! just reaching out to tell you that lighthouse is probably one of the best fanfictions and stories ive ever read. i think of it when it rains, it really sticks out in my memory and is such a comfort reread for me :) thank you so much for writing it
Oh my goodness thank you so much 😭 I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I honestly loved writing it so much, it’s made me want to go stay in a lighthouse for a week 😂 xxx
Authors note: I don't really know what this is. I just woke up horny and decided to make it your problem. It's just me dreaming about being Baelor's wife🤷
Summary/Warnings: plot? never heard of it. Just SMUT 18+ with some pinches of fluff. established relationship, p in v, oral, breeding kink if you squint, truly it's just a girls wet dream and boy do I want that old man fuck me senseless in all the possible ways. Bealor really loves his wife by the way and I think he needs a daughter, so I gave him one. Not proofread, we die like true knights
Word Count: 1,3 K
You want him. You always do. When it comes to your husband you’re a little greedy minx, a whore and not a breath of a lady. Prince Baelor Targaryen is your dream man and you love everything about him.
You love his silver threaded beard, how it scrapes so deliciously the tender skin of your thighs. You love his long fingers and how they stretch you open and curl into that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars almost instantly.
You love how big he is. Not the ‘oh, he’s big” wide eyed gasp of a virgin on the wedding night. No, it’s the breath knocked out of your lungs and your insides rearranged every time he fucks you even after years of marriage.
You love being fucked fast and hard, bent over his writing desk after a long day of frustrations and petty disputes. Dress hiked up, panties down, legs spread wide, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as every thrust shoves you harder against it, the sharp slap of his heavy palm against your ass echoing through the room.
"Harder," you moan, and the groan from behind tells you he's unraveling just as much as you are.
You love how he kisses your throat afterwards, how his hands trail your back in featherlight strokes, as he pants into the crook of your neck, thanking you over and over again for letting him have you like this. He knows he doesn’t need to, he knows you would let him do anything he wanted with you.
You love the lazy lovemaking in the mornings when he doesn’t have any pressing duties that would call him away and you wake up with his cock insistently nudging your entrance.
“Schhh… my love,” he whispers and drags the head through your slick folds. Your body recognizes him even before your mind does and you are already dripping wet. “Relax, let me take care of my queen,” he rasps into your ear and slowly, patiently works himself deeper.
His warm calloused palm kneads your breasts and you can’t but arch back into him as he slowly starts to move.
You love how your absolute gentlemen of a husband, kind and soft spoken, who never forgets to pull your chair back for you to get seated, who has never let a servant help you dismount your horse, as it’s his job to keep his bellowed wife safe, who kisses your hand dozen times a day just because he loves to show everybody how much he loves you, whispers pure filth in your ear as he pounds into you, telling you how tight you feel, how perfectly you take him, what a good girl you are for him.
The rhythmic slap of skin on skin and the sticky wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of you mixed with his panting breath are like music to your ears.
You love when he returns from council meetings, tense and frustrated. He just drags a hand over his face and groans but you are already on your knees. You free his cock from his breeches, already hard and throbbing, and take him into your mouth without a word.
You love the taste of his cock on your tongue, you love to watch his handsome, precious face contort in pleasure as he bucks his hips forward, fucking into your mouth. You love the taste of him, salty, musky, all man, and when he comes, flooding your mouth, you swallow every drop, then lick him clean while he praises you in broken breaths.
The gods know you love traveling with him, but even more, you cherish greeting him upon his return from those long rides to the borders. You love the tiny creases that form around his eyes when he smiles the instant he sees you. Wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders, you whisper, "I missed you," in his ear, feeling him melt beneath your touch. You know he has missed you too and the moment the doors of your chambers fall shut your back hits the wood and he’s on his knees before you, your leg pushed up on his shoulder. He eats you out like a man starved, licking, sucking, fucking you with his tongue till your thigs tremble and your knees threaten to buckle in.
And sometimes, when he returns late at night and you're already asleep, you feel the mattress dip as he slides closer. His arms encircle you, pulling you flush against him as he breathes you in.
"Please, put it in," you whine, half-asleep. "I want to feel you."
You drift off again with his cock buried deep inside, dreaming of how he'll fuck you in the morning, how he will make up for every night you have spent apart, how many times he will make you come on his tongue and his fingers first before giving you his cock.
You love to tease him mercilessly, straddling his lap you grind your soaked pussy against his length, coating him in your arousal. "Beg for it," you whisper, nipping at his ear, and he does, your noble prince, reduced to pleas, bucks his hips helplessly, chasing your heat and begs you to let him fuck you. You sink down slowly until he's buried to the hilt and then you ride him hard, bouncing on his cock, your breasts heaving as his hands roam your body, pinching your nipples, slapping your ass until it's red and stinging. The room fills with your shared gasps, the slick sounds of your bodies joining, and when you clench around him in climax, he flips you beneath him and pounds you into the mattress, chasing his own release.
"I want you to give me a girl," he whispers as he comes deep inside you, filling you with his seed like it's still your wedding night. "A small wonder just like you, with bright eyes and a smile that crumbles me every time."
And when he speaks like this your peak hits you hundred times harder, crashing over you till you’re clamping down, spazming around him, milking every single drop of him.
You love the feeling of him leaking out of you, as he keeps fucking you through it, his eyes dark with need and desire. He stills for a moment, but the sight of you spread out before him like this with his cum gushing down your thighs, head thrown back, jaw slack and eyes rolling back in your head in bliss makes him instantly hard again.
His head drops down in the crook of your neck and he whispers I’m sorry my love, but I can’t get enough of you as he resumes rolling his hips into yours. His mouth is on yours swallowing your moans and whimpers.
You're overstimulated, pliant, boneless and utterly fucked-out mess, but the moment his fingers find your pearl, the moment he ruts back into you, all that escapes your lips are broken chants of yes, yes, yes, more, please give me more until you come again and again, until you’re so full of him you feel bloated.
And when you finally give him what he so desires, when the small, screeching bundle is placed into his arms, his daughter, his little beautiful girl, you see his eyes go bright and wet as he kisses gently the tiny, fragile hand, the small wonder you have given him.
Thank you, thank you, he can’t stop whispering in the crook of your neck and you hear him sniffle. Is your prince really crying?
And when after a while he gently reaches for you and murmurs – I want more little wonders – you know you will be giving them to him.
Because with him, you're never sated, you're always aching, always ready. You are a whore for your prince and you’re proud of it.
