hi! i’m Ina. you can also call me axii. i’m 19 and go by she/her pronouns. I moved here from another account.
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Sometimes I still think that Maekar might even have been 16 when Daeron was born, so he and Dyanna were teen parents.
Adding to that the fact that most likely each of their children was a dragon dreamer, they must have been so terrified when they experienced it for the first time. Of course, they knew that such an option could occur, but they were still children themselves.
Going along with these assumptions, Maekar, at the age of 22, had to leave his wife and two small children to take part in the rebellion, not knowing if he would ever return to them.
At the age of less than 30 and with six children, he lost his beloved wife, who was possibly his first and only love, and never took another wife.
It may seem a little strange that Valarr, who was probably around the same age as Daeron, had already been married for some time during the tourney in Ashford, and it can be assumed that Kiera had even been pregnant several times, while Daeron had no betrothed for a long time.
It can be argued that Daeron and his siblings, as children of the fourth prince, were not important enough to find them matches quickly, or that this was done intentionally so that in case of an emergency, they would remain a “free option” for marriage and political alliances.
But what if it was a choice made by Maekar, who himself married at a very young age? I feel that Maekar truly loved Dyanna, but at the same time, he realized how difficult life was for him and his wife when they had to face marriage and parenthood at such a young age. It's possible that this could have left a significant mark on them. Maekar himself struggles with his maekarlings, and their relationships are very complex, often even unhealthy, and he himself is quite emotionally unavailable.
On top of that, Baelor's death was caused by one of his own sons. A son who was his wife's and his own flesh and blood.
I wonder how often Maekar, even as an adult, felt like that confused teenager who was afraid he couldn't handle being a father, and later, a heartbroken widower who had just lost the love of his life and was left alone with six children, only to now lose his beloved older brother as well. This man cannot catch a break.
Ah, now I feel sad. Dyanna and Maekar, you're so dear to me...
— Daeron "the Drunken" Targaryen headcanons and x reader short
pairing: Daeron Targaryen x fem!reader
theme: angst, comfort at the end
warnings: alcohol abuse, self-blaming, depression, toxic behaviour, self-destructive behaviour, death, indirect suicide thoughts, mention of sex and prostitution
words: 1,3k
Daeron's behavior depends on his current state of mind.
Daeron is definitely addicted to alcohol, feeling that it allows him to remain relatively calm (while calm, his visions usually appear less frequently or are less intense, so he believes, while stress causes them to plague him at every possible moment).
Daeron has moments when he is bubbly, funny, and witty. He definitely doesn't like fighting and, since childhood, has tried to avoid this unpleasant “duty,” although it wasn't easy with a father like Maekar, who was famous for his strength and martial skills. At times, Daeron is like a completely different person for months, full of energy and joy, but one unpleasant vision is enough to plunge him into crisis and depression overnight.
Flesh and alcohol seem to be the only way for him to distract himself from his visions, but alcohol has a completely different effect on him. The more Daeron drinks, the more he worries, and the more he worries and fears, the more visions he has. Flesh gives him a brief distraction from his worries. He doesn't care who he does it with or where, as long as someone is willing and doesn't mind that the prince may have spent the last few nights in a ditch or gods know where else.
Maekar tried to choose interesting matches for his eldest son, but he quickly realized that hardly any high-born lady would be able to put up with the prince in the long run.
One day, a high-born lady meets a charming and handsome prince with whom she enjoys talking, yet when she sees him again, the prince speaks in riddles and warns of impending doom, and by the way, lady should run away from him as far as possible, because the only thing he can guarantee her is misfortune, ruin, and perhaps some disease he will catch from a whore.
The moments when Daeron is relatively responsive and sane are the ones in which it is easiest to see the old Daeron, the child. Even as a small child, Daeron had nightmares and strange dreams that came true. The older he got, the more this “ability” terrified him. Daeron would've started showing destructive behavior much earlier if it weren't for Dyanna.
Daeron always knew that he could come to his mother and she would help and calm his mind as much as she could. It was only after her death that Daeron slowly sank into his current state. He was old enough to understand what had happened, but at the same time, he was still just a terrified child.
After his mother's death, the visions began to strike with double force. On top of that, Maekar was devastated by the death of his beloved wife. At first, Daeron tried his best to somehow replace his father during his “indisposition,” but it quickly became too much for him, and he realized with dread that he couldn't do it.
Daeron certainly feels guilty in a way that he “failed” in his duties as an older brother and, to some extent, that he let his siblings down. He tries to drown these thoughts in alcohol. Often, he then realizes that this is worsening his relationship with his siblings and father. This, in turn, makes Daeron feel even worse, and he drinks himself into oblivion or to the point where he no longer cares about anything.
When it comes to his partner, Daeron would sooner or later try to push her away, consciously or not. It is possible that he would see a vision with his loved one, and that would be enough for him to try to discourage her with all his might. It wouldn't even have to be a very negative vision. The mere fact that his beloved has already been entangled in the threads of his visions is enough, because for him it means only one thing. She is not safe with him.
Daeron believes in love. How could he not, after seeing how much his parents loved each other when he was a child? He saw with his own eyes how broken his father was after the death of his dear wife. Years passed, and Maekar never even considered remarrying. Daeron, however, does not believe that such love can exist for him.
The easiest way for him is to live for the moment, without worrying about the consequences. Yet, in moments of clearer thinking and more rationality, he easily blames himself. He sees himself as guilty, but feels that there is little he can do about it. After all, he has never been able to do anything about his visions. So how could he fix his mistakes?
Daeron is a person who doesn't hide the fact that his own existence terrifies him, and every step he takes is filled with the hope that it will be his last. At the same time, the prince is terribly afraid of such fate. If his loved one wanted to help him, he would instinctively want it, especially in moments of great despair. At the same time, he would probably try to push her away, but Daeron, whose childhood ended with his mother's departure, subconsciously desires affection and help. It reminds him of the time when, as a child, he could always go to his mother, who soothed his troubled thoughts with singing, tales, or simply stroking his head.
If his lover were able to be understanding and patient enough to help him, Daeron would crave that help and love.
A relationship with Daeron would be far from easy. His behavior often swings between writing poems to his sweetheart and pushing her away with hurtful words, only to torment himself afterwards for hurting her.
Even when there were good, long periods, everything may burst like a bubble and Daeron would try to return to his old habits, which are familiar and emotionally “safe” for him.
Daeron has a strong tendency to become dependent on his beloved once he trusts her. This could often turn unhealthy, so it's important to balance it out.
Despite the passage of time and the improvement in his condition, alcohol could still remain a major problem, which Daeron might sometimes fail to notice (or refuse to acknowledge).
Conversations and understanding are very important to him. Once Daeron is very close to someone, he needs communication and, at times, even reassurance. Sometimes it is still strange and difficult for him to understand that anyone would want to be in a long-term relationship with him.
(Bonus) Sucker for forehead kisses. Kisses on the forehead are what make Daeron completely melt. In general, Daeron likes intimacy. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, and sex are what ground him in the “here and now.” A kiss on the forehead, however, is somewhat different. It's a tender, small gesture, but it makes him feel safe. For him, it's a kind of symbol that says, “You're home, you can let go and just be.”
- Bonus v2 -
“- I didn't want it to end up like this… - His slurred voice interrupted the quiet cracking of the wood in the fireplace.
The fire danced and twisted, creating various shapes, an incomprehensible story. Its glow was the only source of light in the chamber.
He did it again. He let it happen again. After all, it was to be expected of him, wasn't it?
The prince's sandy brown hair was disheveled, his clothes stained with wine and gods know what else.
His pale, violet eyes slowly rose above the wine goblet to the woman standing in the doorway. However, his gaze stopped somewhere on the wall, above her shoulder, before returning to the almost empty goblet.
He couldn't look at her face, at the eyes he loves so much. He didn't want to see the disappointment so often seen in his father's eyes. Perhaps he would see disgust and confusion there, like in the eyes of the high-born ladies who were supposed to be his brides, but sooner or later saw his drunken face as he staggered back from the brothel, reeking of alcohol, sweat, a mixture of various substances, and women's perfume. Or maybe it would be pity... Daeron didn't need pity. She should spare him that.
Daeron always knew that he would end up dying drunk in some ditch or from a disease he would catch from... who knows who, really. He wouldn't need that information after death anyway.
- Don't leave me. - His own words made him almost scowl. It sounded so pathetic. Even he didn't know why he said it.
And yet, when the woman came closer, Daeron didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist and snuggle into the pleasant velvet of her dress.
Nothing was said. She only gently wrapped her arm around his neck, her free hand resting on the back of his head.
His hands slowly clenched on the fabric of her dress on her back, taking in her scent in a steady rhythm. But it was when he felt her gently lean down and kiss the top of his head that he finally managed to relax and felt an overwhelming tiredness wash over him. The lids of his violet eyes drooped and dark blond eyelashes brushed against his cheeks."
summary: The older sister mourns the boy who'll never come back.
An emotional struggle within oneself to hate one's own blood. -Wounded Aerion after The Trial of the Seven and his older sister.
pairing: Aerion Targaryen x targaryen!sister!oc/reader
pairing type: platonic
theme: angst, platonic, doomed siblings
warnings: self-blaming, a bit of emotional incest, violence, mention of abuse and death, descriptions of combat and wounds
author's note: This piece is part of a fanfiction I'm currently writing, so it's from my original character's point of view, but no description of their appearance or name appears here, so in this case, it can also be seen as a character x reader. The only thing that is characterized is gender (mainly through the words sister and princess), so it can be interpreted in two ways. Enjoy!!
(I'm currently in the akotsk/asoiaf era, so I'm open to any suggestions and requests 👀)
words: 1,4k
The room was plunged into an unpleasant, cold gloom. Despite it being midday, the windows did little to let in the warm rays of the early spring sun. Apart from the regular breathing and accompanying quiet wheezing caused by a broken nose, it was very quiet. Too quiet, considering the prince lying on the bed, whose condition left much to desire. Shouldn't there be people around him? Maesters should be tending to his wounds, and his family should be sitting next to him, holding his hand, praying for him.
Yet the chamber was empty.
Anyone who entered might not notice the pale bluish figure, which at times, when the sun set behind the clouds, seemed to blend in with the grayish white bedding.
His hair, the color of melted silver with golden threads, seemed almost completely white, except for the dried blood at the ends that fell on his forehead.
No wonder, then, that the person who entered the chamber felt a slight sting.
“They didn't even light a single candle for him.” A quiet, bitter thought flashed through the tired mind. “As if his soul didn't deserve to have a bright candle flame in case his soul needed it to help it find its way back to the realm of the living.”
One couldn't blame them for that. Prince Aerion had given them every possible reason to wish that his soul would get lost somewhere and never return, leaving the boy in endless slumber.
The girl moved almost soundlessly, not wanting to wake her brother.
Aerion had caused a lot of pain, not only to others but also to her, and yet she couldn't bring herself to be indifferent. The bedsheets rustled softly as the princess sat down on the edge of the bed. The sight of his bruised and swollen face made her look away. It did so not out of revulsion. No.
The longer she looked at all the bruises, scratches and cuts, the more she felt a lump forming in her throat, suffocating her.
In her wildest dreams, she never imagined that her reaction to Aerion's misery could be so strong.
“He deserved it,” she tried to repeat to herself, hoping to finally believe it. She hated him. Aerion was cruel, and his behavior irrational. He hurt everyone he came across, even those who were close to him, who wanted nothing more than for him to finally change…
When Aerion said he wanted the Trial of Seven, the princess felt anger. She cursed him in her thoughts, wishing he would lose, that he would finally learn his lesson, and if not, may he die.
So she thought, until she saw him lying in the mud during the fight. She watched as Ser Duncan beat the prince again and again with his own shield, bearing the three-headed dragon. With each blow, Aerion's movements, once violent and aggressive, seemed to fill with panic and grow weaker.
She watched as the prince's fingers clawed at the powerful knight's forearms, trying to hold him back. When he finally realized his efforts were futile, all he could do was try to shield his face with his armored arms.
“Give up. Give up…” she kept whispering to herself when she was sitting in the royal box, among other high-born people. Her hands, placed on her lap, were clenching the fabric of her dress. Each victorious cheer of Egg caused waves of heat to rush through her, and her heart was pounding painfully in her chest. “Give up. Give up, because…” he will kill you.
A quiet sob escaped her lips, unable to hold it back. The princess pressed her palm to her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut, as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
She couldn't tell if she was crying for her brother or out of sorrow for herself.
“You foolish girl. He’ll never turn out to be any good. It seems the maesters were right. Madness is sown in the mother’s womb.” Every thought made her want to rage. She felt powerless, angry, and disappointed… in herself.
How could she be angry with him? Wasn't she the one who tried to take care of her siblings as best she could after their mother's death? Their father was heartbroken, hardly able to get out of bed, so someone had to take the burden off him. She was the oldest, wasn't she? And it was the oldest daughter's duty to look after her siblings. She was undoubtedly the one who had made a mistake.
Aerion used to be a good child. He used to love listening to stories about Old Valyria, dragons, Aegon the Conqueror, and his fearless sisters. Not so long ago, they all walked together to the lake near the fields of Summerhall, and the boys went fishing. Aerion used to brag about how big a fish his catch was, grinning with a smile that revealed a missing front tooth. There were times when the young prince would come to her at night, his cheeks wet with tears, when he was tormented by nightmares. The same nightmares that also tormented her and Daeron. Nightmares that later kept little Aegon awake as well.
-Why? - The princess's choked whisper broke through her sobs. She pressed her hand tightly against her chest to try to calm her racing heart.
Tears welled up in her eyes again. How would things turn out for Aegon? Egg was a good boy, but Aerion had been just like that once too.
Gods, they are so alike.
Perhaps Daeron was right. Perhaps Egg should join Ser Duncan. Perhaps that is the only way to save him from this fate. Perhaps then he will not be let down like Aerion was.
The princess's thoughts were interrupted by a quiet whimper and a light touch on her hand. She immediately turned her back on the prince lying in bed, withdrawing her hand as if his touch alone could burn her.
It hurts. His actions need to have consequences, even if those consequences hurt her more than they hurt him.
She knew she would not be able to bring herself to voice any disapproval. She wanted to get up and leave without a word. And yet, despite this, she felt she couldn't get up.
The very thought of leaving him here alone filled her with pain.
-Please… please. I don't like it when you're mad at me. - The prince's voice was raw and broken at times. Quiet whimpers accompanied him as he tried to reach for his older sister's hand.
The princess quickly wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand.
-Uncle Baelor is dead. Father has decided to send you to Lys. - She managed to say before her throat tightened again. She didn’t turn to face him this whole time. Seeing his reaction right now would make her cry again.
“Maybe he won't regret it at all. He's not the same boy who used to cuddle up to you after a nightmare and spend every moment following Daeron around like a shadow.” She reminded herself, drawing a deep breath.
Still, the sound of his quiet wail pained her.
- Please, no, sister. Don't let him. I don't want to be alone.
Each word squeezed her heart tighter, and the corner of her mouth trembled again as she heard the boy begin to sob.
“Why did you do it? Why couldn't you just stop yourself with that damn puppet dragon?” She wanted to tell him that.
She wanted to scream at him that he was an idiot, that it was all his fault, that it was because of him that Uncle Baelor was dead and everyone in the family hated him… But how could she do that to him now? Now that he was all bruised, crying like a baby, and trying to reach her hand despite the pain.
“At that moment, he was just like he used to be.” The princess turned slowly. Her gaze fell on his swollen face, which had turned pink from crying, his cheeks wet with tears.
“He looks disgusting,” she thought with strange affection, wiping her own tears and then gently taking his hand.
She let him have this moment of comfort. It would calm him down. For a moment, she could pretend that nothing had changed and that
Aerion was still her beloved little brother. Her boy, who asked for a bedtime story about dragons.
She hated him, but she couldn't bring herself to stop loving him.
Until dawn holds a special place in my heart. the quarry, the casting of frank stone? amazing. but until dawn? I love it. it's literally my fav game from supermassive games.
Even though I'm still a bit undecided about what I think of the new graphics (but lightning and nature frames are brilliant), I'm glad to have unlocked those memories again.
also look at my babies! and they finally gave Matt justice!!
(if someone is interesting, I'm open for asks and requests for until dawn)
Summary: Aegon managed to keep up appearances for a long time, a mask behind which he hid everything he felt... until finally, he could no longer do so.
Author's note: In anticipation of the fifth episode I come with a short angst with Aegon. The scene where he cried and Alicent came out destroyed me, so here we are with comforting our broken boy
Aegon felt awful.
He had no idea if it was due to the excess of alcohol he was pouring into himself every day, or perhaps because of how he was slowly spiralling down. In truth, he felt that his whole life was one big failure heading towards a final doom.
He had always shown by his behaviour that he was not afraid of this moment or perhaps even looking forward to it. The reality, however, was different.
He was afraid. He was so damn scared.
Every moment when he wasn't drinking himself till passing out was a nightmare. He can't even remember how much time has passed since the last time he was sober.
It was easier that way. The days passed quickly and without unnecessary thoughts. Between the drinking and the whores during his days, there was no room for reflection.
Today, however, was worse, but Aegon couldn't tell why.
No one particularly bothered him. His mother didn't pop up with another argument about what a failure he was, and his father...his father ignored him as usual.
And yet, this strange feeling had been with him since the morning. Hopelessness and overwhelm. This state was already familiar to him, and yet today, it seemed several times worse.
It stifled him and left him unable to breathe. His eyes would close with tears when he least expected it, and his clenched throat made it impossible to drink.
Until he couldn't hold it in any longer.
He didn't even notice when his wife entered his chamber, immersed in an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. Aegon was slumped in his seat, weeping without even knowing why. He was completely defenceless like a small child.
He needed something to soothe the tangle of emotions that, like ties, wrapped around his body, restraining it painfully. His skin seemed to burn, to ache. He felt like scratching it until it bled until it finally stopped.
Make it finally stop.
Aegon looked up at woman in his chamber and realized he couldn't do it. He just didn't have the strength. His wife's worried gaze only made him more upset. He hated the feeling that she could see him now, so vulnerable and broken, crying like a baby. Aegon didn't want this.
And yet, on the other hand, his heart was screaming and begging for at least a little comfort.
"I don't...I don't know..." He tried to speak, but his voice broke. He tried again, but it was clear that he was unable to explain.
Aegon took a deep breath, but after a moment it turned into a sob. He cursed inside, but it was too late to fight already. He felt pathetic, ashamed. But at the same time, he couldn't stand to be alone now. Aegon didn't want to be left alone with all these thoughts tormenting him.
"Please," he said finally, not looking at her. "Don't leave."
He was terrified by the mere thought that she could leave now.
As if waiting for this small sign of comfort, Aegon immediately leaned into her embrace when she walked closer to him in silence and pulled him closer to her body. He rested his forehead against her stomach, his arms snaking around her hips as tightly as possible. He clutched at her dress, his fingers digging into the fabric like a drowning man grasping for anything solid to keep him afloat.
The tears were streaming down his face as he wept like a little boy.
All the years of disappointment, all the suppressed anger, all the pain and despair that he had stubbornly hidden behind a mask of a heartless rake.
But at this moment, the only reality that mattered was her. Her warm and gentle caress on his hair, soft kisses on top of his head.
also aegon was so funny in this episode. like don't get me wrong, I hate canon aegon but he's such a silly idiot. not even one single thought behind those eyes
I am after the first episode of the second season of hotd and oh my god rhaenyra my poor baby. I was sobbing on a scene on the beach when she found remains of Lucerys and Arrax.
god please take all her suffering, double it and give it to team green characters
the closer we get to the first episode of the new season coming out, the more I can't stop thinking about hotd, so I'm officially accepting the hotd requests again!!
if anyone has any cool ideas, requests, asks or wants to talk about something, don't be shy and send ask!!
what about aemond x niece reader but aegon has always been in love with her? she is betrothed to aemond and they’ve always had a thing for the other but aegon has been head over heels for her since he can remember 👀
Always the last
Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x niece!reader, Aemond Targaryen x niece!reader
Summary: The firstborn son, always the last. It was like a mockery of the gods. To give him birthright but take away the one he wanted more than anything in the world.
Words: 1k
Themes: angst, no comfort, basically aegon is obsessed with reader, kind of self harm? (too much alcohol to silence pain), addictions
Warnings: delulu fanon aegon, kind of self harm? (too much alcohol to silence pain), addictions, incest (it's targaryens so obviously)
Author's note: I'm back, and I hope for longer. At first, it was supposed to be a more aemond x reader, but I changed my mind, and it ended up as angst from aegon's perspective. I'm sucker for my delulu fanon aegon. if you want more, my asks are open!!
Aegon knew he shouldn't get his hopes up. The life he imagined with his niece by his side was simply not going to happen.
He didn't deserve her. And even if it were otherwise, nothing would come of it. He had already been married to Helaena for years.
It just didn't make sense, and Aegon was well aware of that. So why did it hurt him so much? Why then, when he heard his father's decision about the betrothals of Aemond and his niece, did Aegon feel as if his life had just been put to rest? Why did it hurt so much? The knowledge that it would be Aemond who would be able to watch her sleep blissfully, hug her, kiss her, and spend the rest of his life with her didn't allow him to function.
He is the first-born son, and yet always the last.
So he turned to drinking and whoring. Aegon was never a serious man. He was always more interested in pleasure than any duty and this time was no different either. He didn't want to think anymore.
He didn't want to think about her, so to silence those disturbing thoughts, he would get drunk to the point of unconsciousness, unable to get her out of his head.
He would do anything to forget, to silence the pain and the voice that reminded him that it should have been him all along.
Aegon drank day and night with no desire to stop it. In every spare moment, all he could think about was his niece. The girl whose smile could light up the darkest corner and whose touch made his heart beat faster.
He knew it was wrong. He knew he should forget her. After all, she was his brother's betrothed. But there was nothing he could do about it.
No matter how much he tried to push away thoughts of her, no matter how much he tried to hide his feelings, he couldn't.
He couldn't forget the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed or the way her hair fell around her face like a waterfall. He couldn't forget her scent and the smile that made his heart flutter. He couldn't forget the way her hand felt in his, or the way her fingers traced patterns on his skin. Even if it was years ago when they were children. When life was easier.
He couldn't forget her. He was completely and utterly infatuated.
And it was killing him.
Every time he saw her with his brother, every time he saw them laughing and joking together, it felt like a dagger in his heart. He knew he should be happy for Aemond, but he couldn't. He was too consumed with jealousy, too consumed with the thought that she should be his betrothed and not his brother's.
He knew it was selfish and even unreasonable. But he couldn't help it.
He couldn't bear the thought of her being with someone else. Not when he had wanted her so much for so long. Not when he had spent years admiring her from afar, unable to do anything but dream of what might have been if things had turned out differently.
No amount of alcohol could erase his memories, no amount of pleasure could dull the pain in his heart.
She was always there, on the edges of his mind, tormenting him with her sweetness, beauty and innocence.
The pain in Aegon's heart only grew when he saw them together.
The sight of Aemond's eyes brightening as he looked at her, the way he leaned in to listen closely every time she spoke, the small smile that appeared on his lips when she laughed, all of it made Aegon's insides twist into a knot.
He felt as if a cold, strong hand was squeezing his heart and squeezing it tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
He tried to look away, to divert his attention, but he couldn't. His eyes always returned to them, drawn to their sight like a moth to a flame. He tried to tell himself that he should be happy for Aemond, that he should be happy that his brother had found someone to make him happy, but he couldn't.
He was filled with a burning jealousy from which he could not shake.
He couldn't stand it.
He couldn't look at them together, see the happiness on their faces, the warmth in Aemond's gaze. It was like a thousand needles piercing his heart with every passing second. He wanted to scream, tear them apart, take her away from her brother, and claim her as his own. He wanted to sink his face into her hair and inhale her scent, to wrap his arms around her and never let her go.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't do any of those things. He was trapped, watching from the sidelines as Aemond, his younger brother, his other son, always the more loved one, was now the one who could be with her. The one who could hold her hand, kiss her, and share her life. Aegon could only stare at it, feeling the bitter taste of jealousy on his tongue.
She was like a drug, an addiction he couldn't shake off. Every time he saw her, his heart sped up, his palms sweated, and his throat tightened.
And every time she smiled at Aemond, her eyes shining with affection, his heart broke all over again.
He knew that Aemond deserved someone like her in his life. But he couldn't help it. Jealousy was consuming him. It was destroying him.
Aegon knew he was not the right choice for her. He was too weak, too selfish, too impulsive.
He was a drunkard, a lustful man, one who lacked discipline and self-control. He would disappoint her, hurt her, and ultimately break her heart.
But that didn't stop him from wanting her, from lusting after her like a drug. Every thought of her filled his mind, every memory of her haunted his dreams.
She was like a bright, shining candle in a dark, cold world, and he was drawn to her more and more because he couldn't have her.
He was the firstborn son, the eldest, the one who was supposed to get everything.
And yet he was always the last. Last in his father's eyes, last in his mother's heart and now last in the race to her heart.
It was like a cruel joke, a mockery of the gods, that they had given him the birthright but taken away the one thing he wanted, the one person he wanted more than anything.
warnings: using of 'you' referring to reader, NSFW || control play, overstimulation, using of vibrator ofc, switch!Coriolanus, mention of bondage, in some way dacryphilia (Idk crying Coryo), teasing in public
18+, minors don't interact
Coriolanus has a love-hate relationship with vibrators.
Let's be honest, Coryo loves anything that involves teasing.
When he has the opportunity to make you have enough of the night and at the same time love it until going many times during the night, he is all for it.
He loves the expression on your face when this happens, your teary eyes. He loves how your toes curl and your back arches. When the only thing that leaves your mouth is his name or your pleas for him to stop. This is accompanied by the feeling of control he loves so much. You are completely at his mercy.
He loves the moment when he touches your clit with the toy and your thighs tense. At such moments he always has this grin on his lips.
Usually, Coriolanus uses vibrators to tease you.
When a small vibrator on a remote fell into his hands it became his favorite toy to use on you. Going to public places when the vibrator was deep in your pussy and he could watch you trying to muffle all the sounds that wanted to leave your mouth was the best fun.
When it comes to sex he rarely uses a vibrator. He prefers when you are brought to a state of pure bliss by him alone, especially his dick. He's jealous lol.
However, the problem appears when you want to try the vibrator on him.
The situation is always the same.
He's totally against it and tries to convince you that it won't be fun and each time it's the last time. Yeah, the last time, my ass. He loves it and it makes him hate it at the same time. The vibrator makes Coriolanus lose control incredibly fast.
Just like when he uses it on you, when you treat him with his own medicine, it never ends with one round.
I'll tell you a secret you're probably waiting for, he's the crying type. Coryo doesn't fully know if he's crying because he's overstimulated or if it's just so enjoyable. He likes it the most when he's completely at your mercy and can act like a pillow princess.
At first, he always tries to regain control. Worse when you tie him up. When you do, he's gone. His brain is already fuzzy and you can abuse his cock for hours and he will be the happiest man on earth. Of course, he won't tell you that because he's Coriolanus Snow, but you can tell that he loves that just by the look of pure bliss that you can see on his gorgeous face.
He loves it when you tease him and touch his nipples with a toy. He's embarrassed every fricking time, but this way is always reliable, especially at the very beginning of the session. He could cum just from this.
When he thinks nothing better will happen to him, you come, all in white, and touch base of his dick.
He also won't complain if the vibrator ends up in his hole and against his prostate.
I mean he will complain, but only later. After some time, because right after that sweet boy needs an aftercare so don't forget about it.
fanon sundrop is a baby. a very traumatized one but a baby.
meanwhile canon sun, which was created as a performance animatronic. he is trying his best to take care of these children, but he is close to a mental breakdown.
he probably doesn't even know what he's doing, but they're children, so he's nice, but to the adults...oh boy, he is the sassiest mf there.
just as to the children he's cuddly and gentle so to the adults nah. he's fed up and he's not going to hide it.
people argue about whether sun knew that by putting the works in the shredder he was destroying them. oh, he is well aware of that, I can bet on that. he's a sassy little bitch and i love him for that.
stop the babyfication of Sundrop. he is a step away from waking up one day and choosing a violence, don't tell me it's otherwise. In the arts&crafts mini-game he was there like:
warnings: using of 'you' referring to reader, NSFW || masturbation, mutual masturbation, p in v
He hates masturbation.
Coriolanus hates the idea of that and he sees that as something shameful, embarrassing, and even disgusting but only in his case. Other people who jerk off are just pathetic in his eyes. you jerk off? maybe find some bitches duh
it feels like he is some kind of a loser when he does that. he is a Snow. he can't be a loser.
He knows it's a normal thing. People have their needs, but still, it's so weird to him.
He prefers going all day painfully hard than jerking off. When Coriolanus does that eventually, he feels like he just degraded himself and tries to act like nothing happened, but he feels so stupid at the same time. He didn't need that much in the past. Sex and sexual activities weren't his problem at that moment.
maybe it's because I headcanon him as a person in the asexuality spectrum (Pookie is just like me).
sexual acts are okay to him. mutual masturbation? exciting and great, he loves it, but when he has to do this to himself? hell nah, it's degrading to him. he can have his dick buried in your hole for hours. the same is when you are jerking him off.
actually, before Coryo started dating you he had a really low libido so it wasn't much of a problem. He never was the most sexually active person but when he and you started to be a thing...well, that changed.
that's when he saw that his not-very-healthy relationship with masturbation can be a problem. Coriolanus doesn't want to act like he just wants to fuck you. no, it's just a pleasant side effect of a romantic relationship with you.
It was a long and complicated journey before he finally understood that masturbation was nothing shameful.
The first time when you told him to do this during sex Coriolanus looked at you like you just lost your mind. Nu-uh, you are here so you should do that to him and not his hand. He eventually agreed after many kisses and soft words.
That's how he ended sitting between your legs, his back pressed to your chest. His long fingers wrapped against his length. Saying that Coriolanus' cheeks were flushed, it's like you said nothing. He was blushing mess. At first, it felt weird for him, but when your hand started caressing soft skin on his chest and stomach when your other hand was touching his inner thigh, oh boy.
either way, he doesn't do that often. he prefers you and not his hand. he isn't some loser that would fuck his hand thinking about his lover after all. he is.
short drabble of pussy drunk Coriolanus Snow cuz it's so hot i can't. this man would eat you out for hours and then fuck you after that
fem!reader, smut
warnings: using of 'you' referring to reader, NSFW || overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, p in v, soft Coryo
18+ minors don't interact
Rarely are there days like today when Coriolanus can devote himself to pleasure without thinking about the fact that his Grandma'am could hear what was going on behind the wall, in his bedroom.
That's why he was incredibly grateful to Tigris for managing to get the old woman out of the house.
That way he could spend some time in private with you, without worrying that Grandma'am might have a heart attack if she found out that her little, innocent Coriolanus wasn't so innocent after all.
Usually, when you spend time together there is no way to have more fun.
Although the older woman doesn't have the best hearing this one seemed to get alert when Coriolanus was bringing someone home.
This was understandable. She didn't want little copies of Coriolanus running around Snow's apartment in the near future, but no exaggeration!
After all, the boy is growing up and sometimes needs to relieve himself in some way. Quickies weren't enough, so whenever his cousin decided to help by leading Grandma'am out of the apartment he always tried to use this time the best as he could.
At this point, his mind feels hazy as he is sitting in between your legs and eating you out like a starving man. His hands have a grip on your thighs holding you in place so you won't move away as he keeps abusing your clit sucking and brushing his tongue against your little bundle of nerves. He moans against your pussy, his fingers deep inside you. Your thighs are pressed to the sides of his head.
"Coryo, noo!" you whine when your boyfriend doesn't stop his action after you came again. He keeps going and his only reaction is looking up at you. His usually bright blue eyes darkened noticeably, and pupils widened.
His cock is painfully hard at this point but he won't touch yourself. Not now. Your pleasure is his pleasure and he can't pull away now. Your taste is just too addictive. His tongue slides between your folds as your grip on his blond curls tighten and back arches.
Coriolanus wasn't the most experienced but he knows your body as his own palm. He knows which spot will make you feel the best and moan the loudest.
You didn't have to wait long for your thighs to tighten around his head as a wave of pleasure washed through your body. You are breathing heavily and your grip on his hair loosens as he moves his mouth away with a small groan. Coriolanus presses soft kisses to your soft thighs and stands up from his knees. He approaches your tired body and leans down to kiss your lips softly. You moan against his lips feeling your taste on his tongue.
When you thought that this is the end you feel as he slowly pushes his cock between your folds. You whine still feeling sensitive but he kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around your body.
"Shhh, you can do that. Just enjoy, love" Coriolanus whispers and moans softly as he slowly lowers his hips.
You feel like his dick is stretching you nicely and shaky moans leave your parted lips. You start feeling sore but it's just too good to stop. Especially when Coryo presses his face to the crook of your neck and his sounds are making a knot in your abdomen tighten as he completely loose himself in feeling of your soft walls around him.
PLSSS soft corio comforting reader after they get he saves her(or them idm) from the arena after she tried to say a proper goodbye to her tribute (kinda like sejanus) but maybe she gets hurt and super traumatized but hes there for her idk
If I Killed Someone for You
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader (gender neutral)
Summary: It wasn't supposed to end this way. You just wanted to say goodbye to your tribute, Lamina. Luckily, your boyfriend was there and made sure you didn't get hurt. Just why do you look at him differently now?
Words: 1.5k
Themes: hurt with comfort, a bit of fluff but also angst
Warnings: slight spoilers to movie and book, small changes to canon, Pup isn't Lamina's mentor, character's death, murder, a bit of trauma, blood, comforting, a bit of argument, death, overthinking, reader feels guilty about situation, referring reader as 'you'
Author's note: Lamina deserved better so you are her mentor, fuck this idiot Pup.
It was supposed to be fluff, but it came out a bit sad and traumatic. We got a soft Coriolanus, leaving aside the fact that he killed someone in the process. Enjoy!!
It was a pure act of desperation.
You just wanted to tell Lamina what you hadn't managed to do before. You had grown close to the young girl, who was horrified by what was happening. The very fact that she was in the arena, alone, without any support was driving you crazy.
She didn't deserve what happened to her. You hoped that maybe Lamina would be able to win and would be able to return home to the family she missed so much.
With each hour of the Hunger Games, her chances seemed to get smaller and smaller. For those few days, you sat like you were on pins and needles staring at the big screen at the Academy. After a while, the helplessness returned and you had to try not to cry in front of the cameras.
Lamina did not deserve it. None of the tributes deserved it. You did everything you could to make Lamina feel as comfortable as possible during the meetings and her stay at the Capitol. In the arena, you tried your best to make sure she wasn't hungry or thirsty. You didn't want her to get hurt. That, however, was not enough. Seeing a boy from her district, Treetch, joining another group made you feel anxious.
"What if they kill her? What if he betrays her…" This thought ran through your head repeatedly like a mantra.
She became weaker and weaker every day.
Your last meeting was too short. You didn't have time to say goodbye to her properly. You wanted her to know that even though you were physically somewhere else, your heart and thoughts were with her, at the arena. You had to say goodbye to her. You wouldn't forgive yourself if Lamina died without hearing a proper goodbye.
That's why you decided to see her one last time. Under cover of darkness, you crept into the arena in disguise and quietly snuck under the beam where Lamina was. Perhaps foolish and reckless, but you didn't think about the consequences. Ever since the girl got to the arena you couldn't find a place. You slept only short naps and didn't even want to meet Coriolanus, who was getting more and more worried about you.
While you were at the arena, every now and then you looked nervously around to the sides to see if anyone was coming. Lamina was surprised when you showed up. It was all surreal and you felt as if you were detached from reality. As soon as you saw Lamina you started crying. You both cried. Now the knowledge of how dangerous the arena was came to you like a powerful punch. She can't die. You don't remember what exactly you told her. You don't know if you said anything that made sense to her at all. The adrenaline made your mind kind of foggy. However, you know that it lifted her spirits. She knew you were with her and supporting her. You don't know exactly how much you were in the arena.
Everything happened so fast when Coriolanus grabbed your arm. Your brain didn't even register the fact that the boy appeared there practically out of nowhere. He looked terrified. He spoke quickly and incoherently. You only understood as he begged you to run away from there, because at any moment someone might come out of the tunnels and kill you. You were frozen with panic when it came to you. They hate the Capitol. They hate you too, and they certainly wouldn't think twice before killing you. Your fear was increased when Lamina's eyes widened in horror and only one word came out of her mouth.
Run.
Tributes began to leave the tunnels. As soon as they noticed that there were two mentors in the arena they started running towards you. Because of the adrenaline in your veins, you don't remember much of what happened next. You and Coriolanus ran as fast as you could when Coral, Mizzen, Tanner and Bobbin chased you while holding objects in their hands that could be the cause of your upcoming death.
The next scene that stuck in your mind was when your boyfriend hit one of the tributes on the head with a wooden plank. The boy fell down, and Coriolanus, without thinking much, hit him a second time. Then another and another. You looked at the body of Bobbin lying lifeless and Snow standing over him, unable to get a single word out. Your heart was raging and your head was spinning, feeling fear. You were terrified.
You couldn't tell what was the reason. The fact that you had just nearly died in the arena, or…. no, it couldn't have been that. He was merely trying to defend you. Yes, that was definitely the reason. Coriolanus is not a murderer, he was just…. he was terrified and acted emotionally. Bobbin would have killed him if Coryo hadn't done it first. Then you would have been next in line. Yes, that's what would have happened.
Both of you were injured, but at that moment it didn't even cross your mind to ask him how he was feeling. The Peace Keepers almost carried you out of there. Your parents were as terrified as you were. By the time you were sitting in your room wrapped in a blanket as your mother hugged you crying something finally hit you. You could have died. Your family would have been devastated. Your friends and…Coriolanus. Well, exactly, Coriolanus. He almost died because of your fault. Your stupidity and recklessness. Now he is injured and probably suffering, and you are not there with him. After what happened you didn't even say a stupid thank you to him.
"What were you even thinking! You could have died there! Did you even think about your loved ones? About me? What would have happened to me if you had died there? If I didn't get there in time!" Coriolanus repeated walking in circles around the empty classroom, the next morning. You had your head bent down, and tears were running down your cheeks. How could you do something like that?
Coriolanus sighed and sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you closer.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell like that. You're probably still terrified. I was just…scared. I was scared that I would lose you."
It seemed to you that his voice cracked as the boy pressed his cheek against your head.
"Don't do that again. Don't scare me like that. If you had died I wouldn't have forgiven myself. I wouldn't be able to live normally." He whispered in your ear with a trembling voice.
"I'm here, love. I will always be until you have had enough of me. Although, most likely, even then I won't give you a break." A quiet, slightly trembling chuckle left his lips, at which you also smiled involuntarily.
"Enough of you? Never." you replied in an amused voice gently pulling away, but still remaining in his embrace. "I'm sorry, Coryo…I'm so terribly sorry for you. I just wanted to say goodbye to Lamina. I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I don't want her-"
"Shhh, it's okay." Coriolanus rested his forehead against yours and took your face in his hands gently stroking your cheeks. "It is past. The most important thing is that we came out of it alive. Lamina is also alive and relatively well, excluding the circumstances."
"Thank you, Coryo. Thank you for everything. For saving me that night and that you do not resent me for it." You whispered, trying not to cry. You nuzzled your cheek into his palm and placed a gentle kiss on it.
Coriolanus' face moved closer to yours and he gently brushed your lips with his own as if he was afraid he would frighten you.
"I am angry at you. Earlier even furious, but I love you too much to stay mad at you." Coryo gently rubbed his nose against yours and looked into your eyes.
His beautiful blue eyes. Cold, but at the same time it makes you feel at home. Eyes that yesterday were raging and at one point…full of hatred.
Your smile slowly disappeared as you remembered what happened to Bobbin.
"Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday-" you started uncertainly, but Coriolanus cut you off.
"No." His voice seemed cold and in a moment you were embarrassed and your heart beat faster. You were the reason he had to do it, and now you're reminding him of it. Maybe he thinks you are blaming it on him.
Your thoughts, however, were interrupted by your boyfriend's voice. Softer this time.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't want to do it, but it was stronger than me…Please don't hate me. I love you and I did it for you too."
His eyes were glassy and he seemed panicked. You shook your head in denial and took his hand in yours bringing it close to your lips and kissed his knuckles.
"No, you're a good person, Coryo. Nothing has changed. I continue to love you, and you only proved me during the night that I couldn't find a better one."
Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.
"You know you don't have to…you don't have to be afraid of me. I wouldn't hurt you. Never."
You froze for a brief moment. It was as if he was reading your mind. How could you think that about him? He saved you. If not for him, you would be dead.
It was stronger than that. When he approached you this morning your heart was beating faster and a chill went through your body.
"It's because I love him. Typical reaction" You repeated to yourself in your mind.
Every time you felt his hands stroking your hair while you were hugging, you thought about how tightly he gripped that wooden plank with which he cracked the head of the boy in the arena. How the blood spurted onto his snow white shirt from his school uniform. And those eyes. The eyes that always made you feel butterflies in your stomach, and then they seemed so unfamiliar. You thought about how later after the situation at the arena, he tried to approach you, and you took a step back with your eyes wide open in horror.
Of course, he knew. You don't need to read minds to know that. And he was intelligent. He knew right away.
"I know, I know, Coryo. It's just…" you knew that if you continued your voice would break. Besides, you didn't know what to say. You snuggled into his neck hugging him more tightly at the waist. You don't want to hurt him with such thoughts, but they are so intrusive. You can't get them out of your head despite his reassurances, affectionate words and gentle touch. "I'm sorry, I should be there for you, and I'm making everything worse."
You whispered soaking the collar of his shirt with your tears.
His hand went to your hair gently stroking it.
"Stop, it's not your fault."
You stayed like that in each other's embrace, in silence. Words are not important now. What is important is that you are together and nothing will change that.
