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ORIGINAL PIECE: My Father...Who is a Pirate Captain...
AUTHOR NOTE: So I wrote this in about five minutes after seeing a seashell necklace photo on Pinterest! I don't know if anything else will come from this, but I thought it was decent enough writing and thought I would share it with everyone!
AUTHOR NOTE 2: It's under a read more just so it doesn't take up anyone's feed :D
AUTHOR NOTE 3: I hope you all enjoy!
WORD COUNT: 286
WARNINGS: none
The seashell was left on her window seal the night her father died at sea.
No connection was made until many years later when she stood aboard a pirate ship, clutching that seashell that she had hanging from a piece of thin rope from her neck. Her dark eyes were locked on the Captain of the Ship with a familiarity about him that left her breathlessly wide eyed, full of wonder, and angry.
This was her father.
The man who had read stories to her, who had snuck her desserts after dinner when her mother had forbade her from such, this was the man who she had mourned for years after learning of his passing.
And yet…here he was. Alive and leading a crew of men who were killers.
The wind whipped her hair across her face, temporarily blocking her vision until she had tucked it angrily behind her ear. The Pirate Captain had caught sight of her now and was shouting orders about taking the prisoners below deck.
“...except for that one. Take her to my cabin.” He was pointing at her, his thin lips set in a tight line. His jaw was clenched, his free hand turning white around the hilt of the sword hanging from his left hip.
The young woman lifted her chin, acting better than the two men who approached her and roughly pulled her to her feet. She said nothing as they began to drag her across the deck toward the heavy, wooden door that led into the Captain’s Cabin. She was as silent as the grave and didn’t spare the Pirate Captain - her supposed to be dead, long lost father - a single glance as she was pulled past him.
~
*the photo that inspired this*
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I am officially 25% complete in the current goal of 80,000 words
I have been writing the first draft (the rough draft) for my original piece, My Guiding Light, since January 25 2024, and in just four months (exactly!) I have managed to complete the first "BIG GOAL" of 25% completion. This might not seem like a lot to some people, but for me this is huge and something I never thought would ACTUALLY happen.
I have thought and dreamt and talked about writing my first novel for so many years and have started and stopped just as often, but with the right motivation and the right mindset I have been able to accomplish what has always felt like the impossible.
So, I just wanted to brag about it to someone/somewhere. So, thank you for reading this and lending me your "ears" for just a few moments!
Keep Writing! Keep Believing in yourself!
~Atlex :D
(*here's a "practice" book cover because I wanted one and why not!*)
Firstly, apologies for disappearing and going MIA. As some of you may know, I was sick and then I got sick again. From about mid February to Late March I was sick back to back - the flu, double ear infection, and then a "mini" flu and bad allergy flare up. I am doing much better now after resting and stepping away from Tumblr to focus on my novel and my health.
Secondly, for those who have followed my Malcolm Merlyn story on here AND on AO3, I apologize for not updating and at this moment I, unfortunately, am unsure of when I will be updating again. I am not abandoning the story, but I am focusing my writing time to my novel for the most part. It is my hope to have it updated at least once by July, but I cannot guarantee anything as I have a tad bit of a writers block for the story and I have lost a great deal of interest for the Arrowverse for the moment.
Thirdly, I do plan on posting new writings HERE on this blog very soon. I have some pieces that I have managed to write over the last month or so that I may share and some that I probably wont be.
Overall, I appreciate everyone's continued support in the following of this blog, the likes and the reblogs. They all mean so much to me.
I hope you are all staying safe and healthy as much as possible!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Malcolm Merlyn/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Malcolm Merlyn, Original Female Character, Moira Queen, Thea Queen, Oliver Queen
Additional Tags: Original Queen Character - Freeform, adapted from a reader x character series, sorry about any weird pacing or characterization, im still working out a few things, but wanted to try my hands at some malcolm merlyn shit, not slow burn but not not slow burn, smut in later chapters, please hang in there while i get through the early stages of this story and stumble my way through, i do NOT condone Malcolm Merlyn’s general behaviors, he’s a bit manipulative we all have to admit that, even if he’s gorgeous, these tags are a hot mess, ill fix them eventually, im WAY too used to tumblrs tagging system
Summary:
Charlotte Queen had always been the most responsible of Robert Queen’s three children. She never stepped a toe out of line and was a great example for Oliver and Thea. And then the Gambit went down and her father and brother were killed at sea. One overheard conversation leads Charlotte to act very out of character and alters the rest of her life.
Follow Charlotte through a poorly executed confrontation with Malcolm Merlyn, a quickly evolving relationship with the head of Merlyn Global, the return of Oliver Queen to Starling City, and beyond.
I'm not sure if it says that there are only 2 chapters on everyone else's end, but it's saying 2/? on my end and that's not correct because Chapter 3 is still available to read!
I am still getting used to Ao3 so if anyone has any idea why it's not updating the chapter amounts, please tell me lol
Is it a time thing? Like, it just takes a few minutes to update after new chapters have been added????
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Malcolm Merlyn/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Malcolm Merlyn, Original Female Character, Moira Queen, Thea Queen, Oliver Queen
Additional Tags: Original Queen Character - Freeform, adapted from a reader x character series, sorry about any weird pacing or characterization, im still working out a few things, but wanted to try my hands at some malcolm merlyn shit, not slow burn but not not slow burn, smut in later chapters, please hang in there while i get through the early stages of this story and stumble my way through, i do NOT condone Malcolm Merlyn's general behaviors, he's a bit manipulative we all have to admit that, even if he's gorgeous, these tags are a hot mess, ill fix them eventually, im WAY too used to tumblrs tagging system
Summary:
Charlotte Queen had always been the most responsible of Robert Queen's three children. She never stepped a toe out of line and was a great example for Oliver and Thea. And then the Gambit went down and her father and brother were killed at sea. One overheard conversation leads Charlotte to act very out of character and alters the rest of her life.
Follow Charlotte through a poorly executed confrontation with Malcolm Merlyn, a quickly evolving relationship with the head of Merlyn Global, the return of Oliver Queen to Starling City, and beyond.
House of the Dragon: Male!Targ!OC x Alicent Hightower
IMAGINE...being the older brother to Rhaenyra and choosing to marry Lady Alicent Hightower (so your father can't).
Word Count: 3,891
Warning: NONE! Except for the EVER POSSIBLE!ooc of canon characters. SHOW!ages (if that's a warning lol)
A/N: I am still working on Chapter Three of my Arrow story BUT got the idea for this one and decided to give it a shot since I seemingly have a bit of writer's block for the Charlotte Queen x Malcolm Merlyn fic atm!
A/N2: I'M JUST TRYING TO GET ALL THESE IDEAS FOR HoTD FICS SO THEY'LL LEAVE ME ALONE! lol
A/N3: I hope you all enjoy!
“Should something not be done about this? He has just been sitting there, staring, for hours now.”
“The boy has just lost his mother. Surely he can be given some time to grieve.”
Prince Jaehaerys of the House Targaryen, eldest child and only son to King Viserys the First of His Name, had done his best to ignore the whispers around him as he sat on the throne at Dragonstone.
The Prince, affectionately called Harry, had flown to his seat of power - appointed to him on his sixteenth name day two years prior - just hours after the funeral of his mother and baby brother. The thought of remaining in the Capitol without the cries of his newborn brother or the soft spoken words and gentle smiles of his mother as she attempted to sooth her newest child cut too deeply into the Prince’s heart.
His father had had dreams for that new son. The King had always feared something would befall Jaehaerys; after all, Viserys had seen it with his own eyes - the downfall and death of so many heirs to the Old King, Jaehaerys’ namesake. It wasn’t a surprise that the current King of Westeros was frightened at the possibility of his own children meeting the same fate.
His mother had prayed to the gods to give her the son that her husband so desperately wanted; the son that would give Viserys a spare heir, beyond his daughter, and ease some of his fears of losing all his heirs before Viserys himself died.
Harry had dreamt only of his parents finally finding peace and of being able to teach a younger brother how to fight with fist and sword, how to ride on horseback and dragonback, and how to be a great knight and Prince of Westeros.
The loss of his mother and brother had hit him harder than he had expected, and while all accounts told him that his father grieved through silence and self-pity and Rhaenyra grieved through acting as if nothing had happened, Harry was both sad and angry. And he had had no clue on how to let either emotion out in the four months he had been on Dragonstone.
“...he is the heir of the throne and he cannot simply sit here while…”
“While what, Ser?” Harry’s voice cracked as he spoke, his emotions threatening to spill over as he lifted his gaze from the floor to stare at the knights who stood at the bottom of his throne, fretting over his silence and stillness. “It is my right to have six months to grieve, is it not? What is it that is so important? Is there a tourney somewhere that I am expected to participate in? Is there a young maiden somewhere that I am expected to meet and charm, make her fall half in love with me at first sight?”
The second knight who had spoken in favor of leaving the Prince to his thoughts, Ser Cormac, had been with Harry for most of his life; the man was a seasoned warrior and had been more of a father to the Prince than the Kind had been. The man hummed and nodded at the Prince’s words, immediately snapping to attention with his arms at his side and his gaze locked on the Prince’s face. Ser Cormac knew his duty and showed his loyalty willingly, faithfully.
The first knight, the one that was more pushy, was Ser Jourdan and Harry had never liked him much, but the knight was respected across the realm and so Harry hadn’t bothered to go against his Father’s promotion of Ser Jourdan to the Prince of Dragonstone’s detail.
It was Ser Jourdan who responded to the Prince, his tone barely hidden condescension as he sighed and said, “The Small Council is working on finding a second wife for His Grace, King Viserys. It is the understanding of many in this castle, and beyond, that a wife is also being sought out for your hand as well, Your Highness.”
“And you believed I did not know this?” Harry rolled his eyes and reached into his sleeve, producing a small piece of parchment. “I may be on Dragonstone, Ser, but my Father still sends ravens to me. I am aware of what is happening. He asked for my thoughts. It would seem, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys are pushing for my father to marry Lady Laena Velaryon.” A decent marriage, alliance wise, but it would just be a repeat of the King’s union with the late-Queen. A girl, married too soon, and producing heirs far too soon for her body to handle. “The plan is for me to marry Rhaenyra, it has always been that from the moment she was born and even more so when she lived past infancy. Whether my sister realizes this or not, it is as it has always been.”
Harry didn’t like it. He adored his little sister, but he didn’t want to marry her. He wanted something…different for his life. He wanted someone he wasn’t related to; someone who was gentle but strong, someone who had clear ideas of who they were and what they believed in. Targaryens were too fickle, too easily swayed, and Rhaenyra was a Targaryen through and through.
Ser Cormac watched him so closely that Harry began to feel as if there was something he was missing; something his faithful knight wanted to share with him but didn’t want to say in front of Ser Jourdan. Finally, the seasoned knight spoke up, suggesting carefully, “Perhaps, My Prince, it would be best to return to the Capital. You have been absent for some time, and I am sure King Viserys and Princess Rhaenyra miss you dearly. You have always been the more levelheaded of the three of you.”
The knight and the prince shared a soft smile at the inside joke; one that had come about when Harry was a child and would complain about the decisions made by his father and his council, and about the temper tantrums his sister would throw when she didn't get her way.
Harry didn't want to go back. Life was so…peaceful on Dragonstone. He didn’t have to worry about court opinion, or saying and doing things that would make him seem incompetent or arrogant or just not the right choice for the throne. There were too many liars and thieves in the Capitol.
“My Prince,” Ser Cormac bowed slightly before moving up the stairs to the throne, leaning forward to whisper, “I have heard whispers that some on the council are attempting to marry Lady Alicent to His Grace. I believe it would be best to journey to King’s Landing and get a feel for the way of things before everything gets out of hand.”
Harry frowned. Alicent? Alicent Hightower? Who would be trying to marry her to his…
The Hand of the King had good reason to try and secure that match. It was obvious. And whoever stood on the side of Ser Otto would try and talk the King into it as well, citing all sorts of things that would make sense to King Viserys in the moment but not in the long run.
Harry waved Ser Cormac back and after a moment announced, “Prepare our things. We will leave as soon as we are ready.” He would fly on the back of Vermithor; the second of the biggest dragons House Targaryen had, next to Vhagar who had been missing for quite some time. Vermithor was known as the Bronze Fury and he had been the dragon to King Jaehaerys since the Old King’s infancy. Harry had claimed him as his stead at the age of ten, not long after his namesake’s death.
The Prince would fly his Bronze Fury to King’s Landing in hopes of preventing his father from making yet another ill-guided mistake at the hands of House Hightower and those who believed they could control a dragon.
~
The King was in a Small Council meeting when the Crowned Prince arrived in the Capitol. Harry was informed of this the moment he stepped into the Red Keep and with a stiff thank you at being told, he headed to the Small Council room to join his Father and his advisors.
“...I am only stating facts, My Lord! Lady Laena is a child! Has she even flowered yet?”
“Watch yourself! That is my daughter you speak of!”
As always, the Lord of the Small Council were bickering amongst each other as the double doors to the room were pushed open and the Prince of Dragonstone stepped through, his head held high and locked on the King as he climbed the few steps just within the door and then crossed the room to bow at his father’s side.
“Your Grace. Please forgive my long absence.” Harry bowed, arm held over his chest as he bent forward, respectfully and completely loyal.
King Viserys smiled brightly and placed a hand to his son’s head of blond hair, “Harry! I had no idea you were coming home!”
The Prince straightened and gave his father a smile of his own, “It was a last minute decision. I was told of what has been transpiring in the city these past few months and had to see it all for myself.” Harry took his seat to his father’s left, the one his uncle Daemon often occupied as well when he attended the meetings. He gestured for Ser Cormac to stand behind him, the knight didn’t hesitate even a little as he fell into place behind the Prince’s chair even though it wasn’t very customary for a “simple sworn sword” of a Prince to attend Small Council meetings.
“What has been transpiring? What do you mean?” Viserys chuckled, leaning forward in his chair with amusement that sounded more forced than genuine.
Smiling sadly at his Father, Harry reached out and placed a hand to the King’s hand. “That these men are attempting to have you married before the six month period is over. That these men are forgetting there is no need for the King to remarry when the Crowned Prince is yet unwed and quite capable of producing heirs of his own.” As he finished talking, his gaze flickered cold and accusing over the men of the King’s Small Council; the men who were meant to be advisors not snakes hidden in plain sight who would take advantage of their King, the man they were meant to be most loyal to.
“Harry, they only mean to do what is best for the realm.” King Viserys sighed, patting his son’s hand, “These men are loyal-”
“If they were loyal, they would not suggest members of their own houses.” Harry spat, ripping his hand away from his father, “Laena Velaryon and Alicent Hightower? What say you, Lord Strong? Do you have a daughter you wish to pawn off to the King as well?”
The room was silent as Harry tried to rein in his temper, his hands dropping into his lap - fisted - as his chest rose and fell rapidly.
Hands fell onto his shoulders and Harry knew it was Ser Cormac, his forever loyal knight and protector.
“You killed my mother in your attempt to produce more heirs.” Harry whispered, his voice suddenly void of emotion as he lifted his gaze to look at his father once more, “If you are sad or lonely, spend time with Uncle Daemon or Princess Rhaenys. Spend time with Rhaenyra or me. You will never love your second wife, and you have to know that. You will use her and destroy her. No one deserves that. And Mother doesn’t deserve to have her memory tarnished either.”
“Jaehaerys,” the King whispered, tears prickling in Viserys’ eyes as he stared back at his son, “I love your mother…”
“THEN DO NOT REPLACE HER!” Harry slammed his hands on the table and got to his feet, glaring down at his father, “Do not replace…me and Rhaenyra. Are we not good enough for you? Have we not done everything you have ever asked of us? Father…Your Grace I beg of you. Do not get remarried. Please.”
“Perhaps,” the Hand of the King began to say slowly, catching the Prince’s gaze as he continued speaking, “The Prince of Dragonstone is exhausted from his travels and would like to rest before continuing this conversation.”
“Otto,” King Viserys sighed, waving the other man off while never removing his gaze from his son, “Jaehaerys.”
“I will marry one of them. Or both of them. Fuck. Why not both of them.” Harry wasn’t sure where the words came from, but once they were out he couldn’t take them back. They were a last ditch effort to make all of this just cease!
“Excuse me?” someone else around the table, Lord Lyonel Strong perhaps, questioned, sounding part confused and part bewildered.
“Lady Laena and Lady Alicent. Your Grace, choose which one is most important to the crown and to the continued prosperity of the realm, and I will marry her. If both will ensure prosperity, then let me act as King Aegon did and take two wives.”
“Uh-now, the Faith of the Seven does not believe in such…”
“Maester, I do not believe I was asking for your insight into this matter. I am of Old Valyria and while I respect your gods and the old ones, I do not believe I was asking for their permission either.” Harry’s heart was pounding away in his chest as he continued to stare back at his father, trying to convey the urgency and seriousness of his words.
No one spoke for several long moments before the King laughed and got to his feet, “You should take Ser Otto’s suggestion and sleep, my son. We will discuss your marriage later.”
And he left. Just….left.
The Prince continued to stare at where the King had stood long after the room had emptied besides himself and Ser Cormac.
Had that…truly just happened?
His father had never dismissed him in such a way. Had never made light when Harry spoke up against the council.
What was going on?
What was Harry missing?
All the Prince knew was that his father’s dismissal cut deep and left him feeling chilled to his core.
~
Harry had never cared much for the practice yard. To be honest, the moment he was knighted he had stopped pointlessly swinging his sword with the squires and young knights he had trained with his whole life. He knew his skill level and honestly, liked the thought of having some mystery so his enemies wouldn’t know what he was capable of.
But he was angry and he needed to blow off some steam.
Somehow he had ended up sparring with a member of his father’s King’s Guard, Ser Criston Cole. The man was good and certainly earned his position on the King’s Guard. He didn’t hold back and even gave Harry some pointers on how to stand and hold his sword; things the Prince had been told before but never in a way he truly understood.
“You have been looking after my sister, Ser.” Harry was saying as they ended their session.
“Well, it is the Princess who I have to thank for my position, Your Highness. She is the one who gave me the rank on your father’s authority.” the young knight informed him as the two moved to stand against the wall, allowing the squires to use the training yard instead.
Harry nodded, “Yes, I heard. I…apologize for her if she has said anything…hotheaded or without thinking. I am afraid that Rhaenyra is…well…hotheaded and often acts on feeling instead of thought.” he chuckled, smiling fondly at the thought of his younger sister.
“From what I hear, you hardly have any room to talk, brother.”
Harry and Ser Criston turned at the sound of the Princess’ voice, the knight dropping into a low bow as Harry closed the space and kissed both of his sister’s cheeks. “Rhaenyra, you look radiant.” Red had always been her color, after all.
The Princess laughed, “Do not change the subject, dear brother. I heard of your outburst in the small council meeting yesterday.”
Harry’s smile slipped as his gaze moved behind Rhaenyra to the girl standing, nervously, behind her. “Apologies, Lady Alicent, I had not seen you before.” the Prince bowed as a greeting before saying to his sister, “They speak nonsense. There is no reason for His Grace to marry.”
“And to ensure that doesn’t happen, you believed it was the right thing to do to offer to marry multiple people? You cannot marry every young Lady who is offered to Father.”
Harry looked back at Alicent, wondering if Rhaenyra knew that her best friend was one of those young ladies. “I can marry a few of them at least. Our House is declining, I highly doubt Father would have much to say against it if I could produce multiple heirs at once.”
“Jaehaerys!” Rhaenyra laughed, slapping his arm in mock disgust, “There are ladies present. You cannot use such language!”
Faking confusion, Harry squinted and looked around the yard, “I see only Lady Alicent. Where are these other ladies you speak of?” before breaking out into loud laughter as his sister hit his arm half a dozen more times.
“My Prince,” the siblings’ attention were drawn away from each other to Alicent who had her hands held tightly in front of her, picking at her nails as she had done their whole lives as a habit of nerves. “Princess Rhaenyra and I were actually sent to inform you that His Grace wishes to speak to you in his chambers. I believe it was urgent.”
“I believe, brother, it has something to do with your upcoming vows.” Rhaenyra teased, pinching her brother’s arm before wrapping her arm around his, “Come on. Alicent, Ser Criston, and I will accompany you to make sure you don’t get lost.”
“How kind,” Harry murmured tensely, his gaze slipping back to Alicent as he offered his free arm for her to do the same as Rhaenyra.
“My Prince,” Alicent whispered, wrapping her arm around the one he had offered.
Harry offered a smile to her, trying to comfort her and get her to relax so they could - even for a short while - pretend as if they were all children again, comfortable in each other’s presence without the expectations of their births getting in the way.
The walk wasn’t too long, but before they reached the King’s chambers, Rhaenyra was pulled away by her Septa who was already scolding the Princess for being late to her lessons. Harry dismissed Ser Criston with one last thank you for accompanying them and for helping him train, and then it was just the Prince and Lady Alicent.
They walked in silence, neither too sure of what to say it seemed.
Just as they got to the King’s private chambers, Alicent brought a hand up to grab Harry’s. She was shaking slightly and when Harry met her gaze, her eyes were wide and full of something that the Prince couldn’t identify.
“Harry,” Alicent whispered, leaning toward him ever so slightly, “Will you come to me afterwards? And tell me what the King says? Will you tell me who he has chosen for you?”
Fear. Terror. Anxiety.
So many emotions and the girl in front of him was feeling them all.
“My Lady, I promise as your friend and as your Prince. You will be the first to know.” and Harry leaned down, placing a brief kiss to Alicent’s cheek before he pulled away and stepped into his father’s chambers, the door having been opened the moment the two of them had gotten close enough.
The King was seated at his replica of Valyria when Harry stepped inside and bowed, calling out to him softly with a, “Your Grace.”
Viserys didn’t say anything until the door was shut behind him, and then he gestured for his son to move closer and sit down beside him. It was only after Harry was seated beside him that Viserys asked, “Is your issue with me remarrying or with who my…chosen prospects are?”
“You cannot marry someone younger than your heir. It…you do not need more heirs. You have myself and Rhaenyra, Daemon and Rhaenys, and yes even Laena and Laenor distantly. Marry another widow; someone who can sympathize with your pain and who is in the same place. Someone who will be a gentle Queen for the realm and a needed stepmother for Rhaenyra.”
Viserys laughed softly and flashed his son a smile, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder, “You have grown wise, Harry. Your Mother would be proud. I know that I am.”
Harry nodded, “Thank you, Father.”
The Prince looked his father over, noting how he looked tired but not too unfit. One of the fingers on his left hand was bandaged, but Harry was quick to dismiss it; it was the iron throne, most likely. The King always cut himself on the throne.
“If you were too choose a wife, Harry, who would it be?”
The Prince frowned, ‘Your Grace? I…Rhaenyra. In the style of our House and as it was decided at her birth.”
“Was it?” Viserys laughed with a raised brow, “And who decided that? Who told you that?”
“I…well…” No one had. The Prince had always assumed that he would marry Rhaenyra, though. His parents were cousins, his grandparents were siblings, his great grandparents were siblings, and so on. There were inter-House Targaryen marriages going back since the beginning of written history from what the Prince of Dragonstone knew. He had never been told he wouldn’t marry Rhaenyra and so he had always assumed…
“If I could marry anyone I…I have never given it any thought.” He had settled on the idea that his sister would be his bride; he had never allowed himself the liberty of thinking of anyone else being his wife.
“You have two options.”
“And the one I don’t choose you will?” Harry asked, bitterly
The King shook his head, “For now, we will focus on you and your heirs.”
The Prince’s options were the same as his father. Laena Velaryon or Alicent Hightower.
Laena was twelve and just a child. She was from a strong and wealthy house with Targaryen blood. Lord Corlys would want to start a war if she wasn’t chosen, but Princess Rhaenys had never crossed Harry as the sort to go to war over a succession that was decided decades earlier.
Alicent was only a year or two younger than the Prince, and had grown up alongside him. They had been friends in their youth and Harry had always held a fondness for his sister’s dearest friend. House Hightower were powerful in their own right, and had no such ties beyond Otto and Alicent that would prevent them from starting a war if they so wished.
“Harry…” the King began to say
The Prince shook his head and interrupted with, “Alicent. I choose Lady Alicent.”
House Velaryon would reconcile in time over their hurt pride.
House Hightower were sneaky and needed to be kept as close as possible.
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
And in a rat nest like King’s Landing, that couldn’t be a truer statement.
*
ALRIGHTY! Thank you to everyone who read this to the end! It's deeply appreciated!
I hope you all enjoyed it! And if you would like a second part (which I am considering!) feel free to comment below or send me an ask/message!
I AM SO SORRY for being a little MIA the last week or two!
I've been working hard to get my novel started and to reach the first milestone so I could set an easy pace to keep up with on top of writing other things for this blog and in general!
Thankfully! I have reached milestone one of my entirely Original WIP/Novel four days early and am now trying to get Chapter Three of my Charlotte Queen x Malcolm Merlyn story finished and posted by Sunday (02/04) , on top of writing pieces for a few other fandoms, and one or two original pieces as well!
It's been a couple of busy weeks but it's starting to feel like it's slowing down some!
Thank you to all who have followed the blog (new and old!) and thank you so much for the notifications of ALL kinds! They are truly, deeply, and humbly appreciated!
I AM SO SORRY for being a little MIA the last week or two!
I've been working hard to get my novel started and to reach the first milestone so I could set an easy pace to keep up with on top of writing other things for this blog and in general!
Thankfully! I have reached milestone one of my entirely Original WIP/Novel four days early and am now trying to get Chapter Three of my Charlotte Queen x Malcolm Merlyn story finished and posted by Sunday (02/04) , on top of writing pieces for a few other fandoms, and one or two original pieces as well!
It's been a couple of busy weeks but it's starting to feel like it's slowing down some!
Thank you to all who have followed the blog (new and old!) and thank you so much for the notifications of ALL kinds! They are truly, deeply, and humbly appreciated!
Unfortunately - due to some personal stuff that has come up - it's looking like I won't have a new chapter of my Arrow Story (Queen!OC x Malcolm Merlyn) edited and posted by Tuesday. It's my hope that I can get it posted on AO3 and here within the next few days, but I can't make any promises at the moment!
Apologies!
Please stay safe! And thank you for hanging out the blog!
IMAGINE...you are the one chosen by Enji Todoroki for his quirk marriage.
WORD COUNT: 2,092
WARNING: None really except for out of character Endeavor probably
A/N: Writing for My Hero Academia and Endeavor is still VERY new to me, but I'm trying to get into writing for the fandom. I hope it's not too bad!
A/N2: I hope you all like this!
“You will marry Enji Todoroki. End of discussion.”
Your father's voice was harsh, as usual, and held no place for arguments or complaints. He had already made the deal with the man and no amount of yelling or crying would save you from the future now laid out before you.
You weren't even that surprised; your father was a cruel man, but a poor man, and he would do anything to ensure his own survival. Even sell his own child to the highest bidder.
But JiJi?
You had gone to school with Enji Todoroki. The two of you had been in the same class two of the three years at UA High School. He had been determined and a bit of a show off; a well known hot head that didn't prevent him from being intelligent. He was also single minded when he got obsessed over something.
But none of it made sense. Last you heard Enji was set to marry some young woman named…Rin…or was it Rei?
What happened to that?
Was Enji turned down? Did he decide the poor girl wasn't worth his time?
“Lucky her, I suppose.” You whispered as you let out a breath of air, purposefully frosting over your bathroom mirror before turning away.
Your quirk was ice breath, essentially, and you had developed it to be short and long range with varying amounts of spread on contact depending on how much you concentrated on the usage.
Knowing Enji as much (which wasn't really a lot) as you did from school, you could only assume it was his quirk that had made him choose someone from your family (and consider the other girl who you had heard had a Frost quirk as well) to marry.
You hadn't bothered to dress too fancy for your date with your future husband. You had no say in the matter next to running away and you had no chance of doing that. If you didn't have a say, why did you need to act like you were okay with everything? What did you care if your former classmate was upset you didn't doll yourself up for him?
You were at least grateful that it had been agreed upon for Enji to meet you at your apartment and not your parents’ home. The last thing you wanted was to watch your father smirk in satisfaction at his own successful meddling.
Stepping out of your bathroom and into the living room of your open concept apartment, you took one last look around the place to make sure anything embarrassing was picked up before smoothing a hand down your button up blouse and staring at the door. Waiting for the knock and arrival of the pro hero Endeavor.
And then it was two sharp knocks and your feet moved you forward, pulling the door open with a forced smile and breath caught in your lungs.
“Y/n” Enji Todoroki greeted in a low almost-growl
You just stared. Wide eyes and trying to remember how to breathe.
He had always been tall and broad, but in the years since graduating UA, it was as if he filled out even further.
“Y/n.”
The repetition of your name was enough to make you step aside and silently gesture for him to come inside, but still your voice was lost.
You had always found him attractive; his red hair and teal eyes mixed with the obvious strength of his body could make any girl swoon. But you had never let it show that you thought of him like that. There had never been a point. The Todoroki family was wealthy and yours wasn't; you had never let yourself think seriously about being with the man.
But now here you were.
Engaged to the man about to have dinner even though the date was pointless. The marriage would happen either way.
Not for your father. But for your mother and younger siblings.
“Enji.” You finally managed to say as he stepped past you and you shut the door, trapping yourself inside with him.
His gaze was locked on you as you turned to face him, your back against the door offering yourself support as you tried to breathe and not look absolutely terrified.
He didn't scare you. You were just so uncertain about the entire situation.
“I had believed you were married right out of school.” Enji was the first to talk as he moved to look at the framed photos on the wall above your television set.
“It fell through. He cheated and I moved briefly to America. Didn't work out so here I am.” You didn't bother going into great detail. What was the point of discussing past romances? “So, did you expect me to have cooked for us? If so, I'm sorry to disappoint.”
Enji didn't laugh like other guys would have. Instead he remained stoic and said, “I got us a private room at a preferred restaurant of mine. I already know of your cooking abilities. Your father warned me.”
Your jaw clenched at his words, “Did he? Well, don't believe everything that pile of crap told you, alright, Todoroki?”
He fixed you with a harsh, teal stare for a long moment before gesturing toward the door you were still leaning against. “If that is what you're wearing, we have a reservation to be on time for.”
So businesslike. So cold.
So demanding.
What a (not) pleasant look into your future…
*
The restaurant Enji had his driver take the two of you to was one of the most expensive places you had ever seen in your life. You could do nothing but stare wide-eyed at the place as you followed Enji inside, too starstruck to realize right away that you weren't seated at a table in the main hall and instead were placed on the second floor, at a table on a balcony overlooking the dining hall below.
It wasn't until you were seated and the waiter had poured you both a glass of wine that you realized your table was on the second floor and that the two of you were mostly alone save for anyone who bothered to look up in your direction.
“I paid for all the tables so we would have privacy.” Enji explained, even though you hadn't asked. “What do you think? Is it to your liking?”
You frowned, “Is...what to my liking? You flashing your money around? I-Enji you're not going to impress me with all this. I knew you in school, remember? I already know everything about you.” At least, everything that you needed to.
Was he trying to impress you? Perhaps. It was in his nature to brag about how great he was in comparison to those around him; he had always been arrogant and always believed himself above others. You had, deep down, hoped that he would have lessened in the years since graduation. You couldn’t help but be disappointed and a little disgusted at the fact he was the same old Enji Todoroki.
Teal eyes watched you with such intensity that you couldn’t help but wonder if your words had pissed him off that much, and just as you were beginning to grow anxious enough to apologize, Enji cleared his throat and opened the menu, turning his harsh gaze away from you.
Deciding to do the same, to move away from whether or not you liked the restaurant and/or were impressed by his choice, you picked up the menu that had been placed on the table in front of you and opened it, frowning at the names and descriptions of all the dishes.
All of it sounded expensive and ridiculous; none of it was what you were used to eating. It was as if you had suddenly stepped into a reality television show and a celebrity chef was about to bring you out some five-star, six course meal.
Nervous and embarrassed at the fact you were both under dressed and too poor to be sitting there, you mumbled something about Enji choosing for and surprising you before setting the menu down and taking a rather large drink of your red wine. You didn’t look at him as he gestured the waiter over, ordered for the both of you, and then once the two of you were alone once again, Enji began to tell you about his pro hero career, saving you from having to speak.
“...and you? What have you done since graduating from UA?” Enji finally asked after two glasses of wine (for you, he was still working on his first) and your food had been brought out.
Swallowing the bite of potatoes you had been pushing around in your mouth with your tongue for the last minute or two, you shrugged and responded with, “I work at a pro hero agency, but I’m not in the spotlight like our Number Two. You must be awfully busy rising through the ranks so quickly. It must be exhausting.”
“It’s rewarding.” He corrected, lifting his wine glass to his lips.
“I’m sure it is.” Was all you could think to say although you had to turn your gaze away briefly to hide the roll of your eyes.
The two of you fell silent, stealing glances at one another for several, long minutes before you finally sighed, rather harshly, and shifted in your seat, suddenly impatient. “Why did you decide to pursue me, Enji? You are Japan’s Number Two Hero. You could have anyone in the country, in the world. Why choose me?” You weren’t even sure you wanted to know the answer, but once the questions had fallen from your tongue it wasn’t as if you could take them back.
Enji stared at you, silent, and then grunted, “Finish eating.” and drained the rest of his wine.
“Enji,” you began to say, irritated that he was just brushing you off.
He moved faster than you remembered he could, his hand - large and warm - grabbed yours, squeezing tightly enough to stop you from saying anything else. “Finish eating. This isn’t the place for this conversation.”
You had never been one to be manhandled or told what to do (not counting your engagement), and you weren’t about to start now just because he was your future husband. Laughing at his nerve, you pushed your chair back and got to your feet. “I will leave right now. Your money be damned.”
Enji stood as well, slowly as if he was trying to give you a chance to back down. And then he was in your face, backing you into the wall behind your chair. “You are…mouthy.”
“Did you forget that little detail from school, Todoroki?” you hummed, purposefully pushing his buttons, trying to rile him up as much as you could.
He smiled, coldly and cruelly. It spoke volumes on how dangerous he could be if he wanted to be. “Oh, I remember perfectly.”
“Why would you want to marry me, Enji Todoroki?” you demanded, your free hand grabbing at the wrist of his hand still holding tightly to yours.
“You can give me the child I want.” It was simple and spoken like he had better things to do than to be having that conversation.
“I can…” you were confused; your mind was racing trying to make sense of those eight words. “What?”
Enji’s teal eyes rolled and then the hand that had been holding yours was pressing into the wall above your head, boxing you in between the wall and his body. “My fire. Your ice.”
“You married me for my quirk?” You couldn’t help but laugh. You had figured as much, but hearing him say it so casually, like it was the only reason two people would marry, it was humorous and ridiculous.
Quirk marriages weren’t as common as they once were, and they were heavily frowned upon, but they did still happen. You wanted to be surprised, but this was so like the Enji Todoroki you knew in school, it was almost comforting to know he hadn’t changed all that much when it came to his desires for his life.
Do you still want to beat All Might, JiJi? Is that what this is all about?
“Well,” you mumbled, your breath mingling with his as he towered over you, “I won’t make it easy, Enji.”
He smirked, brow raised as he leaned down to press his lips against your ear, “We’ll see about that, Y/n.” and then he shifted, his lips pressing roughly into yours.
Sealing your engagement and upcoming nuptials.
*
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A/N: I dunno! I'm doing this "400 words a day" Challenge and these are a few of them!
A/N2: They're not super detailed or parts of longer pieces; for these challenges I just write the first thing that comes to mind without editing. And this is what I ended up with! I would be willing to make them into longer pieces if there was enough interest for them!
A/N3: MY HERO ACADEMIA IS A RELATIVELY NEW FANDOM FOR ME! I haven't written too much for it and I'm not entirely comfortable with writing for these characters yet but I'm trying to get better with them!
A/N4: If there are any warnings/things you feel should be put at the beginning of my writings, please feel free to inbox me. I never know what should be included in these and what isn't necessary!
WARNING: SMUT LEMON NSFW!!! Possible OOC canon characters!
Other (not sure if it requires a warning): Alpha x Omega dynamics
DABBLE #1: Present Mic x OC! Alpha x Omega
Word Count: 464
The stretch is almost too much but Cara couldn't bring herself to whine or protest. It was deliciously perfect and she wanted more.
She knew not to push her alpha's buttons but she had and here she now was. Arms tied above her head with a rope that was looped through a metal ring bolted into the ceiling, her body covered in sweat and bruises from love bites and love marks. Her poor, poor pussy was raw and overstimulated but there was nowhere for her to go as her alpha continued to thrust slow and steadily into her.
He would knot her soon and then shower her in aftercare kisses and sweet words to make sure she was alright as they waited for the swelling of his knot to go down so he could carry her to the shower and gently clean her skin of their mixed spent and sweat.
Alpha is grunting now and Cara can feel the base of his cock swelling. His knot.
She purrs and moans for him, her way of encouraging him. And then she whimpers as her alpha gives two last more harsh pushes of his hips before going still - his grunts in her ear as his knot slips into place and he floods her cunt with his seed.
They remain there for several long minutes before her alpha is untying her hands and gently carrying Cara over to the large bed. He's so, so gentle as he lays her down on her side - the two of them locked together in the most intimate of ways, face to face, as their hands leisurely run over each other's body.
“Hizashi,” Cara finally whispers, being the first of the two to talk. Her soft gaze is hesitant as she lifts her head to meet the love filled eyes of her lover, “I'm sorry for being a brat when you got home and…and for claiming you care for Shouta more than me.”
The man better known as Present Mic was quick to cup her face and place a gentle kiss to her forehead, “No, I'm sorry, my beautiful flower. I should have seen how distracted I've been lately. It's not fair to leave you alone so much. Especially not with our cycle being so soon.”
Cara chewed at her bottom lip at his words. The last thing she wanted was to be reminded that her heat was soon. Less than two weeks away.
As a mated pair Hizashi’s rut and Cara’s heat were synced; they happened for the same week every six months. It had been like that since they met in their early twenties when Cara moved from England to Japan for work.
Having her alpha and lover there during her heat was the only thing that made it bearable.
...
DABBLE #2: Endeavor x Female!OC (an oc that is married to Endeavor instead of Rei)
Word Count: 518
“We…we need to stop.” She said it in barely muffled moans as she grab a fist full of his red hair and held him to her, keeping his head in place between her thighs where he had been for hours by that point.
She always said they needed to stop. That they really shouldn't have been doing this.
It would only cause confusion and pain if their children were to find out their parents (who were divorced) had started sneaking around together. So much had happened in the past, so much that couldn't be completely forgiven or excused but worked through. Second chances could be given.
And that's what she was doing, trying to make sense of their past together; make sense of all he had put her and their children through.
And he was trying, truly, to atone for his wrong doings.
Somewhere along the way of him attempting to make amends for his abuse, the two of them had begun a physical affair, drawing pleasure from one another they had never felt together. Not even when creating their four children.
“Enji.” Yet another orgasm hit her, her cries filling her bedroom as she wiggled underneath him, her hand pulling at his hair until he lifted his head away from her far too sensitive and overstimulated cunt. “You enjoy doing that too much.” She accused, panting and trying to find some amount of strength left in her.
The man known best as Endeavor smiled and moved up her body, kissing her slowly but deeply. “How could I not? I have much to make up for. Neglecting your needs for my own is only one such thing I need to correct.”
“After the last few months, I forgive you for not giving me mind-expanding orgasms in the past.”
Enji shook his head, “I have not forgiven myself, though, and so I can't accept your forgiveness.” His hand reached between their bodies to align his cock with her entrance, teasingly rubbing the head against her soaked pussy before slowly pushing between her folds and into her wetness, panting and growling slightly as he kept himself still, giving her time to adjust.
They kissed once more as Enji began to thrust, setting a pace that was slow and more like love making than stress relief or atonement.
He would pull out before cumming; it had been their agreement the first time they reconnected sexually. He pulled out and she was on birth control. Neither wanted to risk having a fifth child. Those days were behind them, and a baby wouldn't help solve anything. Plus, the state of the world was no place for another baby when they both already worried so much about their three remaining children; one who attended UA Hero Academy and was in the thick of hero work just as his father was.
Pulling out aside, he was warm and heavy and thick and she didn't try to stop her moans - nor did he hide his grunts - from filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping on skin and the headboard rocking against the wall.
*
HELLO EVERYONE!
As I said above, this is just a few short/quick dabbles that I typed up for a Year Long, Daily Writing Challenge I have been doing since January 1st! It's quick and easy and honestly has helped so much with my creatively and helping me be fun with my writing again!
I hope you all enjoyed!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Malcolm Merlyn/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Malcolm Merlyn, Original Female Character
Additional Tags: Original Queen Character - Freeform, adapted from a reader x character series, sorry about any weird pacing or characterization, im still working out a few things, but wanted to try my hands at some malcolm merlyn shit, not slow burn but not not slow burn, smut in later chapters, please hang in there while i get through the early stages of this story and stumble my way through, i do NOT condone Malcolm Merlyn's general behaviors, he's a bit manipulative we all have to admit that, even if he's gorgeous, these tags are a hot mess, ill fix them eventually, im WAY too used to tumblrs tagging system
Summary:
Charlotte Queen had always been the most responsible of Robert Queen's three children. She never stepped a toe out of line and was a great example for Oliver and Thea. And then the Gambit went down and her father and brother were killed at sea. One overheard conversation leads Charlotte to act very out of character and alters the rest of her life.
Follow Charlotte through a poorly executed confrontation with Malcolm Merlyn, a quickly evolving relationship with the head of Merlyn Global, the return of Oliver Queen to Starling City, and beyond.
HERE IT IS EVERYONE! CHAPTER TWO AS PROMISED! APOLOGIES THAT IT TOOK A LITTLE LONGER THAN EXPECTED TO GET IT EDITED! I’m still getting used to how to use AO3!
IMAGINE...Baelon Targaryen, the son of Viserys I and Aemma, lived and became King and on the night of his coronation finds himself in a compromising position with his younger brother, Aemond "One Eye" Targaryen
WORD COUNT: 3,015
WARNING: Targaryens. Targaryen siblings. Canon!Targaryen sibling dynamics! Ince/st. NSFW! SMUT! Themes that could be considered non-con (in the beginning).
A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS!
A/N2: In this there is NO war! Viserys still married Alicent and had their four children. Baelon was heir from birth and succeeded Viserys I as King Baelon First of His Name!
A/N3: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM. I seriously have no idea! I started writing something else and then this just....*throws arms around* happened. I will be the first to admit that writing male x male is not an area I'm EXTREMELY familiar with, but I have written it before!
Baelon of House Targaryen, the heir of the Iron Throne, had never been surprised by the temperaments and behaviors of his brothers and sisters. He understood that Rhaenyra often acted entitled just as Aegon did; he understood that Helaena just wanted to be left alone, tormented by the knowledge of what the future held for her loved ones, and he understood that Aemond felt under appreciated and better to role than any of them - at the least, better than Aegon. And Baelon understood that the youngest, sweet Daeron, followed after Aegon and Aemond, wanting to be like them and being more of a follower and a soldier than a boy growing into a young man with his own wishes and desires.
Baelon knew what his siblings were capable of and had spent so much of his life working around the King, his Father, who was weak and growing sicker by each passing year. He had worked around the Queen, the Lady Alicent of the Hightower, and all her sadness and religious excitements. He had worked around the Hand of the King and the rest of the Small Council who thought only of the present and what was best for their own Houses instead of - unfortunately - the realm in the long run. And Baelon had spent his life working around the illness that had gripped him from the moment he was born, and the knowledge that it was his birth that had killed his mother (as far as he knew) and destroyed his Kingly Father and left the House of the Dragon larger than it had been but even more unstable than before his birth.
The Heir of Westeros had played his part in the Great Game; he smiled and nodded, learned how to wield an array of weapons and was knighted at seventeen. He learned how to dance and to play the harp moderately well; he learned how to talk to Ladies and woo them, and he learned how to make friends from Lords and knights of powerful Houses to win their favor and their allegiance for when he finally ascended to the throne.
And he agreed without complaint to marry a girl from House Hightower, a niece to the Hand of the King and cousin to the Queen. Baelon was every bit a gentleman to his Lady wife, wrapping her in his cloak in the throne room of the Red Keep and promises to love her, respect her, and protect her.
Baelon was a good person and he kept his word the best he could.
But he didn’t expect his younger brother to snap, an invisible thread snapping the day that Baelon was crowned King of Westeros with his Hightower bride as his Queen.
*
“Aemond, enough.” Baelon hisses as the ropes around his wrists dig into his skin, the ones around his ankles biting enough that his feet were beginning to tingle. The young King watched his brother as Aemond stood at the foot of the bed, a crooked and wicked smirk across his lips as the younger of the two slid his gaze over Baelon from head to toe, stopping to extra appreciate the King’s manhood before continuing on their way until they reached the ropes. “Aemond, as your King I,”
A growled warning slipped from Aemond’s lips as he launched forward, slapping a hand to his brother’s mouth - silencing him. “As my King you…what? Call for your dogs any time you wish, elder brother. Call for your pretty little wife; I’ll fuck her too.”
Too.
Ah. I see.
Baelon couldn’t help but feel his cock stirring from his brother’s words. The thought disgusted him, churning in his stomach. They had been close as children, but not too close. Baelon’s sickness had kept him shut in and away from his siblings for much of the Targaryen children’s early years; it was only as he got closer to adulthood that Baelon had stopped falling ill as often and was truly able to get to know his brothers, sisters, and nephews. There was about a six year age gap between Baelon and Aemond with the latter being (as of very recently) eighteen. And while that made them both adults, Baelon couldn’t help but feel some disgust at himself for being interested in his younger brother. He had never wanted to continue the tradition of being intimate with one’s brother or sister as his Father’s House was known for.
And yet here he was.
Tied up and at his little brother’s mercy unless Baelon chose to call out to his guards who stood outside his bed chambers day in and day out (or any other room he was occupying, really). They would come crashing in and take Aemond away; they would alert Queen Alicent and probably Princess Rhaenyra and the Small Council. Things would escalate quickly. It would come out that Baelon had been saved by his King’s Guard while being completely naked and tied to his bed.
Word would spread and within a fortnight the entire realm would know.
What would they say of their King? What sort of mockery would dirty his reign from then on?
“Aemond.” Baelon started, softly, his chest rising and falling as he tried to remain calm, “Get on with it then.”
His brother’s one eye was just as wicked looking as the smirk that was still on Aemond’s lips as the younger straddled his brother’s chest and undid his trousers. The bulge in the front of them was already well defined and Aemond watched every emotion that flickered over his King’s face as his erection was finally freed.
Baelon was quick to take it all in; every vein and color. And then he looked up at his brother, a pink dusting on his cheeks as he whispered, “I have never…”
He was shushed by Aemond as the head of One-Eye’s cock was pushed between Baelon’s lips, “I am well aware, Your Grace. You have…always been so perfect. So pretty and compliant.”
Baelon hummed, trying to focus on not choking and suffocating on his brother’s shaft as it pushed into his mouth and to the back, pushing at the entrance of his throat. Straining against the ropes holding him in place, Baelon clinched his hands and held the other’s gaze - refusing to appear more pathetic than he already felt tied there beneath him.
Aemond continued to taunt him even as his breath became shaky, the thrusting of his hips becoming slightly more frantic. “No fucking wonder Queen Elise screams at night. Such a whore mouth you have, Your Grace.” Aemond hissed as he grabbed a fist full of Baelon’s shaggy blond hair, using the leverage to push further down his brother’s throat.
Baelon could feel it in his throat; so deep and causing tears to form in the man’s ears, falling down his cheeks within seconds as the oxygen was cut off. The immediate panic prevents him from attempting to breathe through his nose instead. He began to shift frantically, moving underneath his brother to try and get away, to get one ankle or one hand untied, to get free so he could breathe.
“Shhh, elder brother. I have no intention of killing you.” Aemodn cooed mockingly as he pulled back slowly, allowing Baelon to quickly suck in gulp after gulp of air as Aemond wrapped a hand around his now spit covered cock and began to stroke himself. He was still lined up with Baelon’s face, his intention very obvious.
“Aemond,” Baelon panted, glaring up at his brother “When I get out of here…”
Aemond’s laugh cut him off, “You will what, Bae? You are as weak as Father was. You will do nothing but exactly as I say.” and then his head tipped back, eye squeezing shut as a small shudder went through him. His cock twitched and then he was shooting ropes of thick, white cum onto his brother’s face; mostly coating his lips and chin.
Baelon bit down on his lip painfully to prevent any of his brother’s spent from getting into his mouth. Still, as much as he was fighting, his cock was throbbing painfully against his stomach - some part of him had enjoyed his brother’s acts.
“Oh, I should keep you like this, Your Grace. Look at my filthy elder brother; my filthy, whore of a King.” Aemond panted, smearing his cum over his brother’s cheeks with the tip of his cock.
Baelon squeezed his eyes shut; his chest was aching with anger and with confusion. He wanted to yell for his guards and he wanted his brother to get on with it. He wanted nothing to do with Aemond, but at the same time he wanted Aemond to give some amount of attention to his forgotten, aching cock.
The bed shifted and Baelon felt Aemond’s weight leave his chest, but Baelon kept his eyes shut unsure if he wanted to know what Aemond was up to next.
“Now that I am not so pent up, we can start the real fun.” Aemond announced from somewhere to Baelon’s right.
And then something that felt suspiciously like leather was sliding up Baelon’s leg and stopped at his hip. Baelon squeezed his eyes tighter, waiting for the pain that he knew Aemond could cause him if he desired. Aemond had spent plenty of time in the training yard; his body was well toned and stronger than Baelon’s own. He could make even a feather sting and leave welts in its wake.
“Baelon,”
Swallowing the saliva in his throat and counting to ten in his head, Baelon opened his eyes slowly and locked eyes with his brother who was standing at the foot of the bed once more, Baelon’s own belt in his hand and the piece of leather that was resting on the King’s hip.
Aemond’s smirk was softer but only by a fraction as he hummed (in approval) at Baelon following his silent instruction to look at him.
And then Aemond lifted the belt and brought it back down, slapping it lightly against Baelon’s skin. He did this thrice more, each time increasing the force behind the swing. Still, none of them hurt and Baelon couldn’t help but frown. Just what was his brother playing at?
Just as Baelon opened his mouth to ask, to snidely ask his brother if Aemond suddenly lost his nerve, - as if the third son to Viserys I had read his elder brother’s mind - the leather strap lifted once more and came down with a loud crack, drawing a scream of pain from Baelon’s lips that was quickly muffled by Aemond’s hand clutching at his face, covering his mouth.
“Where did all your defiance come from, Bae? What do you think it’s going to do here?” and Aemond brought the belt down on his brother’s hip once more, muffling another scream of pain and a choked out plea for Aemond to stop. “You left me no choice, Bae. You are the reason it had to come to this.”
Baelon whimpered and shook his head as Aemond pulled his arm and the belt back once more. Please, please, please,
“Monny.”
The nickname Baelon had given Aemond when they were children fell from the King’s mouth without meaning to; both brothers froze and stared at one another for several, long moments before Aemond slowly lowered his arm and set the belt on the bed next to Baelon. His one eye watched Baelon closely as he moved up the bed to cup the King’s face.
Baelon was panting and trying to calm down, large tears streaming down his cheeks as the air met the red and raw skin of his hip. “I…okay. You…you have made your point Monny.” the blond whispered, flinching ever so slightly as his brother brushed a thumb over his jaw. “Please…please untie me. I…this isn’t you. You don’t have to…have to do this.”
Aemond’s gaze flickered over the dry cum on his brother’s face as he tilted his head slightly and asked, “What point have I made, Your Grace?”
Fighting against the two parts of him - one wanting to be as far away from Aemond as possible and the second wanting to be closer to Aemond - Baelon whispered, “You…you did this…to…you did this to prove that…”
To prove what?
What was the last argument Baelon and Aemond had had?
It was that morning at the Small Council meeting just before the coronation in the throne room. Aemond had argued against a decision Baelon had made. Something about…something regarding Aegon and Aemond and which would…which had the most usefulness and…ruthlessness to get something done no matter…no matter how dark it was.
It had been a silly argument. One that Aegon kept pushing even as Baelon, Ser Otto, and the others had moved on to more important and serious topics.
But why? What had Aegon been trying to convince Baelon of?
Baelon’s breath suddenly hitched and his eyes widened as he met Aemond’s gaze once more, “You have proven that you would be a better Hand of the King than Aegon.” he provided, watching the delight in his younger brother’s eyes as Baelon finally figured it out, “But Aemond that…that was never a question!” Baelon insisted, continuing with his thought, “Everyone knows that you are more willing to act.”
It certainly didn’t elicit the sort of reaction that would land the two of them there!
“No, it wasn’t.” Aemond agreed with a nod as he bent forward to brush his lips across Baelon’s, “But you didn’t say that. You let Aegon leave that room believing he was right. He’s a drunkard and pathetic.He’s your heir until my cousin can give you a child. Aegon is your heir when he is not fit to be so. Aegon is not fit for anything but yet he will get everything if you die without issue.” Aemond sighed, pulling away from the kiss.
“Monny.” Baelon’s voice cracks in alarm at the mention of his death
“I have the largest dragon in the world.” Aemond hissed as he reached down Baelon’s body and wrapped a firm hand around the King’s manhood, finally giving it attention. His thumb brushed over the swollen head, smearing the pre-spent down the underside of the shaft. “I am best with a sword. I know our histories and our laws.” Each word was in time with Aemond’s hand as he pumped Baelon’s cock, pulling moans from the King’s mouth and attempted thrusts of his hips. “And I am still second behind Aegon.”
Baelon was a mess underneath his brother’s menstrations. He was doing his absolute best to listen to Aemond’s words, to play the part of a concerned elder brother and King. But the sound of his brother fisting his cock and the small squeaks coming from the shifting of the bed only added to the lewd feelings Baelon was experiencing.
“But Aegon can’t make you feel like this can he, Your Grace?” and Aemond tightened his hold, just before leaning over and taking Baelon into his mouth - his lips hallow and warm and wet and…
Baelon shoved the side of his hand into his mouth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he emptied his balls down Aemond’s throat - his body shaking and a long, drawn out scream being muffled by his hand.
The force of his release was enough to steal his senses momentarily, the King being pulled back to reality a few minutes later once his breathing and the beating of his heart had returned to normal. Blinking back the leftover pleasure, Baelon licked at his lips - tasting Aemond’s dried cum with a small hum of approval - and flickered his blue eyes around the room until his gaze landed on Aemond who was seated at the end of the bed, purple eye staring back into blue.
“You…you are not second best to me, Monny.” Baelon whispered, wincing as he shifted and felt the soreness in his wrists and ankles from the ropes still holding him in place. “You will be my Hand and my general. You are my sword and my shield. I swear it.”
Aemond watched him and listened, a look of thought on his face just before he reached for the dagger strapped in the holster on his thigh and withdrew the blade. With a quick flick of his wrist, the ropes around Baelon’s ankles were gone and the blond was quick to draw up his legs, wiggling his toes to try and work out the numbness that had settled there.
Shifting on the bed, Aemond threw his dagger onto the bed next to the abandoned belt and moved to seat himself between his King’s thighs. “I am not yet convinced.”
Baelon went to say his name but it died on his lips when he caught sight of his brother’s cock, hardened once more and rubbing against the blond’s. The intention was obvious and Baelon groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillows.
“I do not hear any objections.” Aemond smirked, leaning forward to place a kiss to Baelon’s neck.
“This is wrong, Monny.” Baelon said it as an attempt to convince himself as well. He knew that if anyone were to find out about them that there would be consequences. The Dowager Queen, herself, would be extremely cross with them; her faith of the seven had plenty to say about two men lying together in such a way.
Aemond hummed, rocking his hips so their cocks rubbed together while the Prince grabbed at his brother’s thighs, holding the King as close as possible to his own body. “As my King, you have the power to stop me.”
No. No he didn’t.
Baelon was too confused and too turned on.
He didn’t want to stop, but he knew they should.
“Elise will be here soon.” It was getting late and Baelon didn’t have separate bed chambers from his wife.
“Yes, and I will fuck her too.” Aemond sighed, repeating himself from earlier before capturing his elder brother’s mouth in another kiss, hot and demanding and full of both anger and love.
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Hey, just wanted to say I really liked your scenario with Arthur not getting TB. I like your writing and how you wrote Arthur it's really good!
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Hi Anon!
Thank you so much! That's honestly a relief that others feel I write him at least half way decently. The scenario actually came from a previous play through of mine and got me thinking about how that scene could have gone SO many ways.
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IMAGINE...being there with Arthur when he goes to Thomas Downes for his payment and interfering before things can go too far (preventing Arthur from catching TB)
WORD COUNT: 953
WARNING: none that I can think about, Arthur may be OOC some.
OTHER: reader is gender neutral; no gender specifics given to the reader so your choice!
A/N: the brain rot is real with RDR2 and with Arthur Morgan; I've been feeling icky for the last few days and the others in my house are all coming down with stuff so I needed a comfort character aka Mr. Morgan himself.
A/N2: I've been wanting to write an alternative to the scene where Arthur gets sick where...well...he DOESNT get sick. Originally, I attempted writing him as more low honor Arthur and then instead got this instead lol
A/N3: ENJOY!
“Arthur stop.”
“Arthur this has gone on long enough.”
“ARTHUR DAMMIT!”
Your weren't overly, physically strong by any means, but your partner wasn't in his right mind and was swinging blindly at the poor, frail man he had pinned to the ground. Arthur wasn't thinking clear enough that you were able to knock him to the ground and off of the man who immediately rolled to the side and started coughing, blood splattering all over the ground.
You held a hand to Arthur's chest, praying like hell he had the sense not to start swinging on you as well. “Mr. Downes, I am so sorry about this. I…it seems the heat has gotten to my partner. Is there somewhere that we can speak, calmly and peacefully?” The man had been upset the entire time you and Arthur had been there. Whatever reasons he had for borrowing from Strauss, you knew that you and Arthur didn't have even half of the story. And while you ran with the Van Der Linde gang, the last thing you enjoyed doing was swindling poor people who clearly were unable to repay the loan.
“Arthur, go clean your hands off. Now. And stay with the horses.” You demanded, openly glaring at him and silently warning him against arguing with you.
He grumbled and spat at the ground, but knew you well enough not to push his luck.
You waited for him to stomp off before turning back to the Downes family.
They were watching you with hesitation and distrust, which you couldn't blame them at all for, but you could also see something hidden just beneath the surface. Something akin to hope.
You sat with them for over an hour, listening to their troubles and how they had ended up this way. They truly were just misfortunate souls who had landed on bad times that seemed to only get worse.
Mr. Downes was sick. Really sick.
It had affected his ability to work as he once had. Taking aloan from Strauss had felt like the only thing to do at the time. Even if the man knew it was a bad idea.
“Get well, please. You won't hear from myself or my associates again.” You promised, biting back the raw anger building in your stomach for Leopold Strauss. What the hell had that man been thinking loaning to these people?
He's a fraud. Just like the rest of us in the Van Der Linde gang. Liars, cheats, and no-goods.
How could you have expected anything but this?
“Feeling better?” You asked Arthur, coldly, as you met back up with him at the horses.
“Oh don't start with me. What the hell was that back there? I nearly had the payment.”
“You nearly guaranteed your own death, Morgan, don't get an attitude with me. That man is sick, his family is struggling, have some…some compassion. This isnt you, Arthur. You're not a thoughtless, careless asshole who beats up the helpless.”
“Oh what the hell do you know about me?”
You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up into your horse's saddle, “I know you’re better than this. I know you're not meant to be the next Dutch. And I know that all of this eats away at you at night; whether you want to admit it or not.”
Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah well, you think you’re so smart, dontcha?”
“Smarter than you’re acting,” you grit your teeth and pulled at your horse’s reins to turn away from him, “Get your head out of your ass, Arthur, and stop trying to act so damn tough. The others might like you like this, but I don’t. And I can think of a few others who don’t either.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Arthur was sitting atop his own horse now and rode up alongside you. He was still upset, but his tone was lower and more gruff than anything else, “I was handling things just fine back there.”
“Sure, Arthur.”
“I didn’t need you to step in.”
“I know that, Cowboy.”
“Will you stop answerin’ me like that?” A sigh slipped from your lips as Arthur’s hand suddenly reached across the small distance between the horses and wrapped around your wrist, keeping you from taking off and trying to force you to pay attention to him. “You’re still too soft on people, ya hear? He knew what he was getting into when he accepted Strauss’ loan.”
Meeting his gaze, you nodded and responded with, “Yes, he did, but people make mistakes, Arthur, and it shouldn’t be met with a stiff fist to the face. He’s ill, Strauss took advantage of that. Thomas Downes and so many more are simply trying to get by. Just as we are. It doesn’t matter now. The debt is settled, I’ll handle things with Strauss.”
It was easy enough to see the look of thought behind Arthur’s blue eyes, and you could tell he was thinking over everything that had happened and all you had said. Finally, he nodded stiffly and let go of your hand. “Alright then, Partner. I’ll follow your lead.”
“Really?” You questioned, brow raised.
Arthur shrugged, “Don’t sound so surprised. Don’t I always do as you say?” His tone had returned to a more teasing nature, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement.
“No, you don’t. If you did, we wouldn’t always end up in these situations.”
Humming, Arthur rubbed at his chin and asked, “Would you have me any other way?”
A laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it and this time when you rolled your eyes it was out of fondness instead of irritation as before. “No, Arthur Morgan, I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
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Requested by: anon ‘Could write something with tywin lannister. Where his younger wife is frustrated about something and she storms into his study with their baby on her hip and he just ignores her in the beginning and then is like sit down an I don't know what else... I just love daddy tywin being domineering’
Notes: yeah I named your son after tywins bro Kevan :)
Warnings: swearing i guess, Joffrey, mentions of sex, reference to arranged marriage
Gif creds to owner
“My lady, lord Tywin has requested that he be left alone-” the guard to the tower of the hand hurried after you up the winding stairs.
“I don’t care,” you said simply, hitching your young son up on your hip. He was two moons off his first name day, and had only just mastered balancing on his feet, so he wasn’t quite up to the challenge of the many stairs.
“But my lady-”
“Ser Olas, I couldn’t care less what work my husband has chosen to occupy himself with tonight. Now go back down to guard the entrance to the tower,”
“I- yes My Lady,”
It was days like this you were particularly pleased with they way your marriage turned out. Although you weren’t a Lannister by blood, you held the title of Lady YN Lannister of Casterly Rock, and on your hip sat a healthy child with the beginning waves of golden hair, making you the second most powerful woman in Kings Landing, second only to your daughter in law.
Arriving at the top of the tower, you rapped on the door to the Hand’s chambers. Tywin set his pen down and was about to snap at the interrupter to leave before he heard the unmistakable burble of his son. “Enter,” he said, his voice low and rumbling, with an edge of fatigue. You slid into the room, closing and bolting the door behind you. Tywin arched his brows up at you. Usually when you bolted the door, it ended up with you splayed out on his desk. But you held your son on your hip, so that was clearly not on your mind. “I sincerely hope you aren’t planning on leaving Kevan here. I’m-”
“Far too busy? Yes, I know. Ser Olas was very keen to tell me,” you quipped, perching on the small couch by the wall, your son sat on his lap, facing his father.
“And you neglected to listen to Ser Olas? He is rather skilled with a sword?” Tywin said, not looking up from his writing.
“Is that why you have him stationed here and not outside the bloody king’s chambers?” You snarked.
“Ah. Have you come to blows with Joffrey again? Don’t roll your eyes, it’s unbecoming,”
“I didn’t roll-”
“Yes, you did,” finally, he looked up from his work and fixed you with a hard stare. “Now, tell me what is wrong,”
You pursed your lips stubbornly, before sighing. “He took Kevan away from me. In front of everyone in the throne room,” already Tywin’s face hardened. You had been married for little over a year, and while he was not in love with you, he certainly did have some affection for you, and when it came to his heir... the Old Lion really came out of his den. “A-And he held him to his side and held that stupid sword up to h-him and said that... that... that if he couldn’t get Sansa Stark to open her legs that Kevan would have to do...” tears were now pouring down your cheeks as you held your son closer to your chest. “And he was... he was crying for me... for his mother... and when I begged for the king to give me my son so I could comfort him, he s-said that heirs don’t cry and he ought to cut his throat out to silence h-him...” you weeped openly now, kissing the top of your child’s golden head.
Tywin pushed away from the desk, striding over to you, his face hardened. “I will station my brother at the nursery door. I will speak with his nursemaids... Jaime and Tyrion will be sent daily to ensure he is safe,” you nodded, leaning into his touch as he swiped away your tears. “I will bring my sister, Genna to court... she took such good care of my children when...” he cleared his throat, and you knew he was thinking of his late wife. Standing, you reached to cup his cheek. “She will show the same affection to Kevan. And you’ll get on well with her- she’ll be a pleasant change from my daughter,” he said the last part grimly, knowing how spiteful Cersei could be when his back was turned. “You, my little lion,” he said, a little softly to his son, taking him into his own arms. “Shall be safe,” Kevan babbled happily, grasping onto Tywin’s ear. “We needn’t let your poor mother worry any more than she already does, Hmm?” He turned to you. “Go and rest. Take him with you,” he pressed a hand to the small of your back, guiding you into his chamber. He watched you undress to your chemise and clamber into his bed, shuffling his well ordered pillows and blankets the way you liked as he settled Kevan next to you. “I will be back in an hour or two,”
“Where are you going?” You whispered as Kevan nuzzled into your breast.
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