Alanna the brave.
The words made her tremble with fear. Tough why she did not quite understand. Not once had the stranger laid a hand on her nor otherwise abused her.
“Have they sent you to tell me I’ve finally had enough for tonight?”
“Yes, ser.” Her voice was soft, placating, like she was talking to a child.
“And what if I wanted another drink?” he teased.
Alanna shook her head. “I’d have to tell you no, Ser.”
“And because they’re too afraid of me, they sent you…”
She made a faint curtesy, pleading with him wordlessly.
“Well then. Will you be so kind as to help me up?” Bloodshot blue eyes were fixed on her, as the stranger leaned heavily on the table. Silvery blond hair clung to his sweaty forehead.
Alanna nodded and offered her arm. “Of course.”
His cold, clammy hand took hers and he half rose half let himself be pulled to his feet.
For a moment he swayed slightly, then steadied himself. “Ha. Not so bad.” His breath was pure alcohol and he smelled of the wine he’d indulged in all evening.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t even bat an eye when he leaned on her but then he whispered her name again. Alanna the brave.
She shuddered. Oh, how she wished he wouldn’t keep calling her that. Alanna wasn’t brave. She only did what barkeep told her to do.
There were certain rules at the Inn. This was a respectable place. “And who would rave or rant once they behold your pretty little face?” the innkeeper would say. It wasn’t the first time Alanna had been sent to negotiate an end to an evening. No…
And with the stranger so intent on drinking to excess every night, she now had the pleasure to accompany him for the third evening in a row.
“I dreamed of you, you know,” he muttered as she helped him up the stairs.
There it was. Now he would say something grossly inappropriate.
Instead he just hummed softly under his breath and turned his face toward her. “You will learn a great many things in Oldtown and forge an impressive chain.”
“Only boys learn at the Citadel” she heard herself chide him.
Oldtown was a dream. A fancy she indulged in once in a while when life at the inn was too dreary. It was a secret. And it was stupid. Women weren't maesters.
“Besides, I can barely read or write.”
“That’s a lie,” he muttered. “I know it is.”
Alanna’s face reddened; though if it was in anger or with being caught in an untruth one couldn’t be quite so sure.
“There’s your room, Ser,” she said flatly. “I bid you good night now.”
Guys, I collected some of the recommended Amorra fics (a lot of them have been deleted - so I scraped archives of fanfiction.net, I hope that's ok? because these authors are god tier and it's such a shame they don't exist on Internet anymore)
[Existing ones]
a man whose heart is hollow
The departure
Reflection
The Caress of Water (there's a FF version as well)
The Castaway
The Cave (everyone knows this one 🫡)
The Code
Radiance
Love & Corruption
Gateway
The Secret Admirer
The Sunbeam of the Soul
Vessels
Finally I See You
Bending Can Be Fun
Reversal
Talk
Healing
Masks
Temptation and Salvation
Mending
Body Talk
Mascara
Slow Dance
[Deleted ones] No particular order:
Perhaps In Another Life
Turning The Tables
Equilibrium
The First
Vacation
Four Seasons, Four loves
Haunted
Smirk
How to Win at Stalemate
Eternal Return
Shadows and Wakes
Synergy
Hell's Chance
I might expand this later with the ones I've read but forgot to add. I literally read all this in a span of 2-3 weeks and I regret nothing lol.
All credits go to respectful authors - you guys are amazing, god tier writers, and literally some of this is so much better than the 'official' books and novels that you'd buy in a bookstore.
Also, if you have a fic in mind which you can't find anymore, message me, perhaps I can help.
You deserve a place in heaven 🙏 I always wanted to read "Smirk" for all the old Tumblr posts referring to it, but I entered the fandom in 2021, so you can imagine this was impossible. It seems I didn't know how to do the research.
Curse you (with all the love of my hearth) Sunset Sama because now I have all of this master list to read (it’s great) (but I’m starting uni this week)
@i-dragonqueen replied: “Make some meat pies with that.” "Oh, nice, what game is it? Venison?“ "You don’t need to know.” "I do, actually. For the cooking time.“ "Let me rephrase. You don’t want to know.”
#wyman’s cook inside: i need this job i need this job i need this job #wyman’s cook outside: haha of course ill cook this ‘pork’ #i think ppl kind of forget that wyman didn’t bake those pies himself and its like….. #imagine being the cook who has to fucking make that #‘yes i will make these suspiciously large pies right after 3 men disappeared with this sack of mystery meat’ #god i hope that cook got a raise (via @tweedstoat)
Weren’t the pies canonically good? Or was that just Wyman trying to make them sound good so the Frey’s would eat them? Imagine if the cook was like yk what idc what you’ve done my lord but tell me whether this is human flesh or nah because I am not having you attach a shoddy pie to my reputation as a cook
i think wyman would have eaten eight slices no matter how bad they were bc he was luxuriating in the taste of revenge. but your version is funnier let’s go with that
summary: despite being the most beautiful girl in the suns end brothel you only have one customer. one customer who does not care to share despite how many men wish to.
daeron ‘the drunken’ targaryen x dornish!reader
w.c: 6.8k
c.w: porn with plot, sex worker!reader, brothel culture, threat of sa (not from daeron), oral (fem), daeron stubble burns, pre akotsk, daeron is a good brother (kinda), p in v, he pulls out (sorry), whiner daeron, mutual pining (they dont admit it), only proofread once sorry for mistakes
a.n: daeron stocks have never been more up
the brothel had been quiet before a big group of knights had walked in. they were regulars you knew pretty well. it's rare to see a new face around here, the prices were far too high for new faces to just come and go. so when you saw a new face in the group you decided to go say hello.
"hello boys." they cheer as soon as you show face, you smile at them as you make your way over. they all seemed to be crowding around one boy who looked like he was going to shit him. "did you drag this poor sweet boy here by his balls?"
you lean over to get a good look at his face, he gapes and blushes as he gets a good look at you, his eyes trailing down to your practically exposed form. "get a good look boy cause this is the only one you're getting for free." his eyes dart away from you as he turns his head a meek apology slipping through his lips.
you let out a laugh as you turn to one of the many regulars, stanley, he was one of the many knights stationed here from kings landing to protect prince maekar and his family. they usually came in groups or pairs and very easy to spot. "where did you get this cutie from?" he gives you a blank look while the younger boy shifts around in his seat. "he's one of my buddies from up in storms end, he's getting married in a moon from now wants to pop his little cherry."
it was uncommon for the brothel to get virgins. they were either from storms end like this man was or they were stationed here like stanley was. every once and a while a high ranking man like a martell will come in before they get married.
"awe and whats your name sweetheart?" "barney miss. barney cole." you run your hand through his brown shaggy hair and put on a giggle. "stanley he called me miss how cute." stanley rolls his eyes as he takes a big chug of wine. stanley never partook in any activities at the brothel, he had a wife back at home he actually seemed to like so he tagged along to make sure his friends got out and pulled out of the ladies in time before they had to pay the nasty overtime fee. "well you can call me siren cutie."
obviously it was not your real name. none of you used your real names. it was for protection reasons men could truly get rather cruel especially over women so it was for everyone's better interest you keep your identities as secret as possible. plus it was a big bonus for the allure of the bar, men certainly liked a mystery. until they don't.
barney shot you a weak smile as he watched you walk over to one of the large couches. it was still close enough you speak to them, you wiggle your fingers in a wave to the other men in the group as you sit down. "so, what's your type?"
the young man genuinely seemed to ponder on your question you tried your best not to laugh. you looked over the group before turning back to stanley. "georgie and mikey not comin'?" stanley shakes his head, "they're coming, just went to grab one of the new guys." georgie and mikey, george and micheal, were apart of stanleys regular group, it was almost odd to see them not with him.
"your lazy bum didn't wanna go grab him?" it was a comment meant in jest but he just scratched his chin as he looked away. a tense look on his face before he masks it. "no just, don't really like the guy." you definitely don't like the sound of that. stanley was the most chivalrous man you knew and if he didn't like someone it was call for bad news.
you try to ignore the pit in your stomach as you grin at barney. you were used to terrible men coming into the brothel. they are no longer a problem for you so you shouldn't worry about it but for some reason you can't help but feel icky. "if you don't have a type you should tell me what your lady bride looks like. we probably have someone who looks like her."
he ends up describing her to you. brunette, pale skin, brown eyes, sounds like a pretty typical girl. he says shes from the reach so you immediately think of crystal. shes another girl at the brothel, also from the reach, brown hair, shes probably more tan than pale and shes got hazel eyes but its good enough. "crystal!"
the younger girl runs out at the sound of your voice. she was wearing a pretty lace night gown with her hair down. she was a sweet girl who got thrown out of her house for getting caught sleeping with the stableboy. the madam of the brothel ended up taking her in soon after. barney's blush only grows at the sight of her. some men were just too easy. "do you have any clients?"
she shakes her head as she plays with her fingers, "my last one had to leave early." she flutters her eyes at barney with a small smile. for a former court lady she was very good at being a whore. "if you like her barney you can have her then."
he ends up taking her for the night. crystal shots you a thankful look as she drags off a nervous barney. she always liked getting clients, you remember her saying she was trying to save up to buy a horse so she could go visit her sister who lived away from her family.
the other knights had wandered off leaving just stanley at the little bar area. you ended up moving to take a seat next to him and taking a sip from his cup.
"its unusual for you to still be alone at this hour." you sigh, dropping your head against the counter. "i know. how embarrassing. everyone must think horrid." he lets out a laugh at your dramatics. "you know that is not what i meant. where is he?"
before you can answer the door slams open and you can hear the chatter of familiar voices. you sit up with a grin and call out. "mikey! georgie!" the men cheer with large grins, "there she is!" "the most beautiful lady in all the lands!"
you try not to eye the man that comes up closely behind them. you greet the two regulars like you normally would you try to act like you can't tell stanley shifting closer to you as the man finally looks at you. "how are my two lovely boys this evening?"
"better now that I've been blessed by your presence." you giggle at the line you've heard countless times. "well of course it is. it is an honor to stand before me." you can't simply ignore a customer despite how much you wish to so you keep the grin on your face as you lean towards the new face. "and who's this cutie you've brought today?"
the man grins at you, "robert royce." royce. you know the name. that means he must be an important enough man. you hated dealing with the men of the greater houses. "what a refined name you have ser." you're thankful for george as he eagerly turns to you. "siren I'm finally going to do it." it pulls a sack of coins from his pocket and holds it up for you. you cup your cheeks in shock. "georgie no way! she'll be so happy."
when george first started coming here he spent time with a couple of the girls here but once he had sapphira she was pretty much the only person he spent time with from then on. he had been saving up for awhile to be able to buy her out so he could take her to live with him.
it was a common thing for men to buy out a whore to go live with them in their homes, have them work as a maid or cup bearer so they can stop paying the ridiculous brothel fees and just fuck them whenever they wanted. george however was unmarried, he was a fifth son from a minor house, so his father clearly didn't care what he did. he seemed to genuinely like sapphira and she also really liked him, a lot more than her usual customers at least, so she would be happy to get out of here.
as if on cue sapphira walks into the room. she had clearly just finished up with another customer who strolls out from behind her and leaves without another glance at her. she was looking rather glum but her eyes light up at the sight of george and eagerly walks towards you guys. she walks in front of you and takes a seat in your lap, she leans against you as you wrap your arms around her. she smiles at george while she speaks. "what are you lovely folks talking about?"
george happily shows her the bag of coins. it takes her a second to get it before her eyes go wide. "really? really george? you'll make me the happiest lady in the whole world if you mean it." he nods enthusiastically, "of course i do I've been telling you i will." what he doesn't know is that a lot of men say things they don't mean, a lot of broken promises about being taken awhile from a place like this. you had a couple of those men in the past, they never follow through. george clearly was unlike those other men.
"have you told the madam yet?" when he tells her no she enthusiastically stands, "lets go tell her then." before she leaves she squeals, grabbing your hands as you give her a genuine smile. you're happy for her truly, she was a good friend to you for many years, it would feel a little lonely with her gone but there will still many girls here to keep you company.
"I'm happy for her." you hum at stanleys words as the lot of you watch the two run off. you can't linger on it too long, turning to micheal, "who's going to be your pick tonight mikey?" micheal unlike george was just like most other customers who came in, just simply taking his pick of whoever had took his fancy for the night. he shrugged before giving you a sly grin, "ah maybe merry is calling my name today." "think shes too busy calling ser bartys name tonight so you're out of luck."
he does not look upset by the prospect of the one he wanted for the night with someone else, simply letting out a laugh. "is kitty free?" "for coin you pay? I'm certain she would drop whatever shes doing." you've been ignoring the new man long enough and bat your eyelids at him. "if you have an preferences ser I'd be more than happy to help you find someone."
you were not blind to the fact he had been looking at you like he was a starving dog and you were a a lonely defenseless chicken, but there was no way he was actually going to try what you thought he was. "how much are you?" micheal does what you cannot and busts out laughing. you do your best to control your face as even stanley chuckles to himself. you can see robert grow annoyed as he glares at micheal. "I'm sorry sweetheart but you can't afford me."
he grows even angrier at this it seems. you truly meant no offense but its true. "how much could you be?" micheal manages to calm himself down enough to answer "rob, shes easily at least 500 gold dragons." his face twists in disbelief, "500? for a whore?" you have to close your eyes to fight the sigh that builds in your throat. you were used to the dramatics, the men who would come in and complain about your price, the drunk angry men who would throw a fit. there was nothing they could do. even if they tried to complain to the madam she would always tell them your price is firm. if a man complained about it the price would double for him.
"I'm sorry ser but I'm the top lady here. people should pay for my presence alone." you had said the same line countless times now. it mattered not to you what any of these men thought. the only man who mattered could pay the price.
robert made it clear he was clearly the type of man to throw a fit about it. "who the fuck is paying 500 for one cunt? you could get a hundred thousand in flea bottom for that price."
"then maybe you should go back to your flea bottom whores ser." you dropped your usual happy tone as your face falls into its natural blank state. you were not in the mood for any nasty men tonight. all you wanted was for him to finally show up so you could take off this outfit get a nice fuck before going to sleep.
his face had turned fully angry now at your tone. you place a hand on stanleys as he grips the hilt of his sword. you kept it there as robert walked closer and closer to you. if you needed to you would let go. "how dare you speak to me like that you filthy whore? you know what i do have the gold. maybe ill pay it to teach you a lesson-"
"get the fuck away from her." the air went dead quiet at the new familiar voice. the two seated men stood up at the sight of him as a huge grin grew on your face. the reason why your price was so high, the reason why none of the regulars even bothered to think about asking for a night with you was because of him. the sandy haired, stubbly chinned targaryen prince.
"my prince." the four of you bow. he ignores them walking over to you practically shoving robert out the way as he grabs your face to lift your head. his thumbs caress your checks for a moment before he moves to grab your waist and throw you over his shoulder. you cannot see his face but you are sure he is glaring at robert. "you better pray i am forgetful or else i will have you hung."
he turns around and walks off without another word. you grin and wave at stanley and micheal, "let me know how it went for barney next time okay?" stanley nods and the two wave back at you as daeron takes you up the very familiar set of stairs. the madam let you have a whole suite upstairs to yourself which lead to some jealousy from the other girls who are all cramped up in their rooms downstairs. you couldn't care less. you had the prince, and with some of the girls if daeron didn't come over that day you would let them sleep upstairs with you.
he places you down on the bed as he takes a seat next to you. he pours himself a cup of the wine you always make sure to set out for him before chugging the whole thing. "bad day?" he sighed as he tugged on the collar of his tunic. "like you wouldn't believe."
you truly could not believe that him sitting in his big fancy house with his nice fancy food and his nice fancy clothes was truly all that horrible but you would never tell him that. though the one thing you could empathize with him is that his family sucked, you would surely be hung if you repeated the things he told you about his younger brother. you press against his back and rub his sides as you lay your head against his shoulder.
"i am so sorry my prince." he laughs, "i know you are not." you don't respond. you never know how to when he says something like that. he always talks like the two of you are casual friends but the gap in your status always weights in your mind even if you are his favorite at the end of the day you are simply his favorite whore.
he simply lets you rub his sides for a few moments of silence. you get a good luck at his face to see his eyes closed and a content look on his face. "please get me out of this stupid fucking outfit." he was wearing his formal wear, which was out of place for him. he always managed to take the time to change out of this type of clothes before he shows up here.
he turns his body to face you while you begin to unbutton his black tunic, he was staring at you. "you were late today my prince." he groans like you had stabbed him as you neat-fully folded the fabric before placing it away from you. "I'm sorry i wish i never left."
it was not exactly his choice to even leave in the first place. you had seen his father a couple times now. the man now always knowing to come find you if he wanted to find his son. very early this morning while daeron was still asleep his father showed up and dragged him out by his hair rambling about some meeting he needed to show up to. if the prince had his way you really think he would never go back to his family home. when he had the chance he liked to stay here in your suite whenever he had the chance. the longest he's stayed was a week but he was dragged back home on the dawn on the seventh day.
"lay down ill give you a massage sweetie." he takes another chug of wine before he flops belly side down on the bed. you tug on his breeches until they come off, he doesn't even make a sound at the action just lifting his hips to help you while he sipped some more wine. you folded them and left them along with his pants before slipping out of your two piece dress letting the fabric simply hit the floor without a care before turning back to him with oils in hand.
he was looking at you. a smile on his face as he watches you with lazy eyes. "beautiful." you let yourself roll your eyes as a grin makes it way to your face. you were called beautiful every day, it wasn't a special thing to you anymore but for the prince who only ever called you beautiful when you were in your most natural state there was something different about it that made you twitch.
he wasn't one for dramatics. he didn't do the flare or the flirting he just always spoke what was on his mind. even if it was crude, even if it was rude he simply spoke whatever he wanted to. he liked to joke but it was nothing flashy, he would be content if he was the only one laughing at the things he said. he was very obvious with the things he liked and the things he didn't. when he first came here as a younger man he did not give any of the girls who threw themselves at him the time of day. he simply stared, stared at all the different girls in the brothel until he stumbled upon you.
you were stitching up one of the younger girls dresses. you did not even bother to show yourself before the prince other than the first bow you had to do when he walked in. a lot of the other girls who were chatting him up were the premiums of the brothel at the time. you did not stand a chance but he still wondered off towards you and picked you. you still have no idea why he picked you. you were still a newer girl at the time, he probably would have had a lot more fun with anyone else. you had tried to ask him one time but he was so drunk all he had managed to slur out is that you were the most beautiful one there.
the other girls had gotten mad at you the next day, you remember being upset about it at the time. you don't care anymore, some of them still hate you but most of them don't seem to mind anymore they knew there was nothing they could do to get the prince away from you.
he made a happy noise as soon as you had straddled his hips. you dropped a good few drops on his back before you began to work your hands over his skin. "are you pleased my prince?" "ill be more pleased once you're riding my fucking face."
he was always impatient but you learned he liked to be kept waiting. he wanted to be denied until he couldn't take it anymore, until pleasure was the only thing on his mind. you were shocked to find out he liked to lick you so much. most men never even tried it a day in their whole lives but he tended to do it pretty much every visit.
he moaned as you work your hands on his shoulders. not even at your hands, but at the little noises you made as you pushed yourself up and down on his body rubbing yourself against him. "fuck… if you come on my ass instead of my face I'm going to be fucking pissed." you giggle as you lean down and kiss the back of his neck, digging your hands deeper into his back.
he can feel your wet cunt drag along his ass and his lower back, he lets out a loud whine as you hit a particularly hard knot in his back. "fuck…" he was so hard, his cock was pressed firmly against the fabric of the bed, only getting minor stimulation from moving his hips with yours. "sit on my face."
too needy yourself you can no longer deny him, sitting up and letting him turn over to lay on his back. he grabs your hips firmly and pulls you up towards his face. "enough with your teasing." as soon as your knees hit the sides of his head he barely waits for you to lower yourself down before burying his head in your cunt.
you grip onto his exposed hair while your mouth falls open. he used to be awful at this, the first couple times you fucked you thought he was one of the worst customers you've ever had. he got better over time, he finally figured out where your pearl was when he saw you touching it one time an ever since then he's been pretty good. the stubble on his face hurt so good, when you moved your hips back and forth you chase the burn he gives you along you skin.
he was lapping at you like a dog who hadn't had a drink of water in a fortnight and you were a large ice cold pond. you called out for the prince like a maiden would, you used to have to perform for him but you no longer have to do that. you have no idea how long he had been going at it. his hands tightly gripping on your thighs to keep you firmly in place. you clench your teeth as that familiar pit grows in your stomach. "my prince…. please."
"daeron." you can faintly hear him mumble while he's got his mouthful with you. you can't deny a prince any request as much as you might wish to so you call out his name as you release into his mouth. he stayed there for awhile longer letting you ride out the orgasm as he got his fill. "daeron let me get off." he ignores you for a few moments but after you let go of his hair and start tapping on his arm does he relent and releases you.
you end up sitting on his stomach to catch your breath while he leans over and grabs himself another full glass of wine. "you'll need to apply lotion on me tomorrow sweetheart." you rub his stubble with your palm while he chugs down his drink, a smile on his face. he throws the cup on the ground once he's done, "yes yes i will." you frown as you move your other can to be completely cupping his cheeks. "what is troubling you?"
he sighs and throws his head back. a look of true trouble on his face though you doubt there's seriously any true trouble if there was he would be so drunk he would not be able to converse with you. "my father wishes for me to enter the lists at this stupid tourney. who does he think i am my brother?" of course its nothing actually serious. you know he has a hatred for anything that was not fucking or drinking but joust must take the top spot. you rub his chest in the hopes to comfort him, "you agreed?" he laughs in a mock way, "of course i did not wish to but.."
he trails off as a sad look took over his face instead, "egg truly wishes to squire for someone and my father says he can squire for me if i enter the lists." one of his redeeming traits is that he truly did love two of his brothers, the older one you know he does not care for and you doubt he's even spoken to his sisters, but he clearly cared for prince aemon and prince aegon in his own way. he was not any good at it, he cared more for his own mental stability over it all but when he could or when he tried he did his best for his brothers.
"so you are going to enter." "i do not have a choice." that likely meant he was going to be gone for awhile. you always hated when he was gone for days on end. the last time he was gone he was gone a whole moon cycle for his cousins wedding celebration. it was almost impossible for him to be pulled off you as soon as he came back. "i sleep better when you are here my prince."
he groans like the words you spoke actually physically hurt him. his eyes closed in pain. "i do too." there was something deeper when he said it. he barely mentioned the visions that plagued him but you knew that when he dreamed his dreams came true, he did not wish to think about it when he was in your comfort.
"can you come with me?" you sigh and shake your head. he pouted like a child and you lightly slap his face. "stop that." "why not?" "a girl here is not allowed to leave the house unless she is bought out." or until she loses her value and gets kicked out. some just left but most of the time they would realize that this was one of the better places a girl could be. it beat living on the street with no food in your belly.
you have never allowed yourself to get your hopes up and wish for him to buy you out. there is no reason for him too. he is a prince, he could have thousands of ladies if he wished, why would be spend the coin on you? yes he came here often just to see you and took no other lady but if you were no longer around he would surely find some other lady to be with.
"how much do you cost?" you freeze. he opens his eyes to look at you once be realizes your hands have stopped moving. you looked away from him to hide your hurt expression. "do not ask things you do not need to know my prince." you ignore the confused noise he lets out as you go back to rubbing his chest. there is no point in him asking. he will not do it. they never do. well, at least sapphira got her happy ending.
"well how am i supposed to buy you out if i don't know how much to bring tomorrow?"
"do not joke with me about this." your voice was firmer than it ever was when you talked to him. this was the last conversation you wished to be having. "who says I'm kidding?" he leans up to try and get you to look at him but you keep on dodging him. he flips you around so he's laying on top of you. "look at me." you can not deny a request from the prince. his eyes widen at the sight of your glossy eyes. he cups your cheeks as his face twists with concern.
"please do not get my hopes up my prince." it was all you ever wanted. to be bought out by him, to no longer have to stay in this wretched brothel. to be able to spend your days with him in his nice fancy home. even if some days you couldn't stand him, even if he did not wish to marry you. you wished to have your days consumed by him. he did not speak as he simply stared at you in wonder. before you can find yourself embarrassed he kisses you.
it was softer than his usual kisses yet it still felt like he was trying to consume you. he was drinking you up like a cup of wine. his hands drifted from your face to your nipples, rolling them around on his thumb. he pulls his lips far enough away so he could speak but not far enough your lips. "tomorrow i will bring a couple thousand gold dragons that should be good enough right?" your heart was pounding so loud you could barley believe the words he was saying. you put on a good person with everyone else, every single guest and even the other girls here thought you were stuck up, self centered. why could you not pretend in front of him."why?"
his eyes almost form crescents as he stares at your fondly. his eyes full of affection, "who else would i rather spend my days with than you?" you say his name in a faint whisper, there isn't a need to say anymore. he presses a long line of wet kisses down your neck. "now that we got all the sappy shit out the way can i fuck you now?"
you can't help but laugh as joy floods through your body. "my prince is rather impatient." you gasp as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and lightly tugs on it before giving you a mischievous grin. "well you been keeping me waiting…"
you reach down and help him line up before he eagerly shoves himself inside you. he lets out a strained moan as his head falls onto your shoulder. you cant but clench around him as he eagerly thrusts his hips into yours. he keeps his lips close to your ear so you can hear ever little moan and whine he lets out as he continues to work himself in and out of you.
when you reach your hand down to rub your pearl he gets even louder at the way you pulse and clench around him. "fuck you feel so good." his words were fully slurred at this point, his mouth stayed wide open with every little noise escaping his lips. "please be close, need to pull out."
you nod enthusiastically with the sound of his name on your lips. the two of you got louder, he reaches down and sucks on your nipples as you shake around him. your nails drag down his back as he pace doesn't relent until the last second until he pulls out to spill on your stomach.
the prince almost immediately falls to the right and lays down while catching his breath. "maybe we should be sappy more often." he has a stupid grin on his face while you grab one of the hand towels from your side table and throw it as hard as you can on his face.
he lets out a sound of mock pain while not bothering to move to take it off. "my lady wounds me. you should kiss it better." you ignore him as you finally move to get up which he always hates. "just stay." "i need to clean us up sweetie." he continues making a fuss, his grip on your arm growing tighter and tighter, not painful and not truly intending to keep you trapped where you are but enough to make you pause as you try to make your way out of the bed. "i will be right back."
it takes him a couple moments before he relents with an over dramatic sigh as he finally moves the towel off his face to watch you walk with shaky legs to a different room. you relieve yourself and clean up your stomach and lower lips before making your way back to him with a warm, slightly wet towel. he keeps his eyes on you and hisses as you clean his cock and the skin around him. "be gentle you temptress." "i am always gentle sweetheart." "oh i know that is not true at all."
you slap his shoulder as he winks at you. you throw the towel aside and lay down next to him. he immediately wraps his arms around you. his eyes already closing and that sleepy look on his face. "i will see you tomorrow." you press a kiss to his lips and he eagerly returns it. you two continue to peck little kisses on each others lips and faces until you fall asleep.
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you are so used to sleeping in when he's here you are more than lost when kitty and crystal barge into your room and begin to drag you out of the bed. "come on girl get up!"
"what the hells are you two doing?" you reach over and touch the spot where daeron should have been laying in to notice it was cold and empty. 'where was he?' he was barely ever out of bed, ever, where could he have gone?
"we need to get you ready lets go." they tugged you until you were out of bed, walking you to one of the upstairs bathrooms where they got you into the bath. kitty walked off you can see her head towards the direction of your room before you got distracted by crystal beginning to scrub at your skin.
"you know what's happening right?" you could hear the teasing tone in her voice and don't provide her an answer. you were getting bought out. "you're grinning it's weird stop." you splash some water on her as she squeals. you can barely believe it, he really did it. you can barely believe it. the grin doesn't leave your face even as you get out of the bath and the two of them help you apply oils and fragrances to you skin. you asked them about their nights.
kitty didn't have much to say, it seems like micheal did end up staying with her but from what you knew he was nothing to note. crystal mentioned how barney barely lasted a full minute and passed out swiftly after. you all laughed and joked about how at least his future wife will have an easy time.
crystal helped you into your nicest dress while kitty continued to pack up all your stuff laying about the room. you didn't have much, you never spent any of the coin you got. there was never a need for new gowns like many of the other girls bought you never needed to impress anyone anymore. except him who seemed most impressed when you got naked.
once kitty had finished up they both helped you with your hair. the three of you continue to chat about what ever happened to come up. you realize quickly you are going to miss this. you liked a good amount of the girls, you had seen them every day for so many years now you could barely believe you were leaving. you feel a hand touch your cheek, "you will not be so far away, come back and visit whenever you want i am certain the madam would be happy to see you." "as long as you pay."
you hadn't even realized you had let a couple tears run down your face. "you're right. i will i promise." once they finished they help lead you downstairs where you see all the other girls all lined up like they always were when a girl got bought out. you were met with a couple of smiles, a lot of them glared or had blank looked but you didn't care. you also saw sapphira all dressed up and rushed over to stand side by side.
"i cant believe this is happening." "me neither." the two of you whisper to each other while the madam gives the same speech she always does when a girl leaves. you had watched this happen a couple times now and you could barely believe it had been you this time. sapphira grabbed your hand as all the girls did one final bow to you guys.
some of the girls come up to say a personal goodbye as the door opens and a couple of knights walk in. following quick after them is daeron, he looks probably the cleanest you've ever seen him. you smile as you swiftly make your way over to him. "george is waiting outside, we'll need to be off."
you wave at the other girls before following him outside. there are two carriages waiting. sapphira spots george and squeals as she immediately runs over to him. you watch him pick her up in a huge hug. "they're cute." you look at daeron who wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "they are."
you look at all the men loading up your stuff in the carriage. your recognize micheal and stanley who wave at you before making their way to where george and his carriage was. it seemed like they were all coming with you.when you finally look a long look at the carriages you notice he had his house flags on them. it was strange since he never did that, he always liked to remain incognito when he was here. "are we going somewhere?"
"what do you mean? we are going to the tourney." you step back shocked. "that's today?" he laughs as he takes a swing from his person flask, "of course it is." you gape at him in disbelief. you had thought this trip was at least a moon or two out were the two of you really going today? a thought dawns on you as he leads you to his carriage, "if it is today then where is-" you are cut off as he opens the door and there sits a little boy.
his eyes lift from the book he was reading and looks at you. "hello." you bow your head quickly as you rush out a greeting in your shock. this was already far more complicated than you thought it would be. you take a seat on the side opposite to him while daeron takes the seat next to you. he was a cute boy, clearly much more put together than his older brother next to you."whats your name miss?"
you open your mouth to instinctively to say siren like you always did until you stop yourself. you technically no longer needed to go by siren, you were not in the brothel anymore. for the first time in years you let a name you haven't been called since you were a young girl slip past your lips. daeron tensed next to you while the young prince smiled. "its nice to meet you, im aegon." the two of you have a small conversation about the book he's reading while daeron plays with your fingers.
"you have a pretty name." he ends up whispering to you once aegon slips back into his book. you place a peck on his lips, the last of wine lingers in your mouth. "what a charmer." you were so happy. you look out the window just as the brothel leaves your view the look forward at the whole new world you were yet to see.
I've noticed an uptick in people reading the Republic Commando books and people not knowing that there are actually 3 short stories connected to the books. 2 of them are important to the story and are definitely worth checking out. I just wanted to make a list to make it easier for people, especially since I know a lot of people are here after the game and want more clone stuff. I'll keep the description brief with no major spoilers.
Tale of the Aiwha Pod by Ryan Kaufman
This story is not important, but it's a fun story about Kaminoan mythology and why the Commandos are called Pod Brothers.
Hard Contact by Karen Traviss
The 1st book in the series and the first appearance of Omega Squad. Omega Squad is assigned on their first mission after the devastating blow of Geonosis.
Targets by Karen Traviss
The 1st important short story. Follows Omega Squad working a job with the Coruscant Security Force. The first appearance of Kal Skirata and Ordo. Good Fi moments.
Triple Zero by Karen Traviss
The 2nd book in the series. Follows Omega squad and Delta Squad through their Black ops mission on Coruscant. First introduction to The Null Arcs (as children), Walon Vau, and Mereel (adult). Good Sev moments.
Odds by Karen Traviss
The 2nd important short story. The first appearance of Prudii. Centers around Prudii and Atin infiltrating a Separatist droid factory. Explains how big the droid army actually is, their weaknesses, and how they found Greivous on Utapau. Good Atin moments.
True Colors by Karen Traviss
The 3rd book in the series. First appearance of A'den, Jaing, Sull, and Fenn Shysa. Omega Squad find information that waivers their loyalty to the Republic.
Order 66 by Karen Traviss
The 4th book in the series. It's about the events that lead up to Order 66 and how Omega Squad responds to it and the aftermath. Good Scorch moments.
501st by Karen Traviss
The 5th and final book in the series. Follows Clan Skirata and their adjustment to the rise of the Empire and how they survive without the Republic.
Imperial Commando #2
The last book in the series was never published, but Karen Traviss did give a brief summary of what would have happened in the book. She posted, "How would you have wrapped up Imperial Commando #2 if you hadn't pulled out of it?" to her blog in 2015.
Want to know what happened to Clan Skirata 60 years later?
In the book series, 'Legacy of the Force', a handful of characters come back to help aid Boba Fett and Jaina Solo. Such as Jaing, Kad, and Bardan. It's a long book series, and you can either read the whole series or read the books where Boba Fett is a main character, then read the summaries of the other books on Wookiepedia. There are 9 books in the main series, 10 if you count the prequel book.
Boba Fett: A Practical Man by Karen Traviss
No Repcomm characters are in this book, but it sets up Boba Fett's story on why Boba Fett led the Mandalorians to fight against the Yuuzhan Vong and establishes his relationship with his best friend, Beviin.
Legacy of the Force: Bloodlines by Karen Traviss
The 2nd book in the series. No Repcomm characters appear, but Boba is hunting one of the Repcomm characters, and another Repcomm character is a notable political figure. They are important to Boba Fett's motivations and quest to cure his terminal illness. This setup is important, and more Repcomm characters will show up in the next 2 books. (Legacy of the Force also focuses on the Skywalker and Solo families. These books aren't just about Boba Fett)
Legacy of the Force: Sacrifice by Karen Traviss
The 5th book in the series that finally introduced Repcomm characters. A continuation of Boba trying to cure his illness, coming to terms of becoming a better leader to Mandalore, and dealing with his emotions, relationships, and what kind of legacy he will leave.
Legacy of the Force: Revelation by Karen Traviss
The 8th book in the series. Boba agrees to help Jaina solo train "like a Mandalorian" so that she can catch her brother off guard and end his galactic tyranny. Boba needs to face his past and make an effort to preserve and care for the relationships he has built. Basically what I said last book, but I don't want to spoil too much.
Legacy of the Force: Invincible by Troy Denning
The 9th and last book of the series. There are no Repcomm characters in this book and I personally believe if you care about Boba Fett and the relationships he's built, I think you should steer clear of this book and just read the summary on Wookiepedia. (I will give my personal opinion on the book below)
Karen Traviss and Troy Denning were feuding during the writing of Legacy of the Force. In the final book, Troy undoes all character building and destroys any meaningful relationship the characters have built with Boba and the mandalorians. Many characters like Luke, Jaina, and Mirta become uncharacteristically mean and antagonistic, ruining emotional moments and character relationships in the previous books. Plus, the Fett gene genocide seemed really out of nowhere and was there only to fill a fantasy of killing the Clones and their descendants. It's just a really unsatisfying ending to a pretty solid series.
Thank you for reading! I hope this helps a bit. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask me in the notes.
The Three Wedding Nights of Lyonel Baratheon - Night One
*Mature Themes* Not too explicit - Lyonel being Lyonel
x reader, 'she' is the only term used to reference reader. No specific descriptive language used.
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Night Two
As the daughter of a lord she was held to higher standards than others. Those standards affected varying aspects of her life, the most troublesome to her was having to suppress her lusts until she wed.
She found the notion rather boring and unjust. Men could go around putting their cock wherever they pleased and still marry a noble lady.
She was one of many daughters. Her doting father saw no need in marrying all his daughters off as fast as possible. So, here she was, an elder in terms of the marriage market and donning the new title of ‘harlot’ - or ‘whore’, it depended on the day.
“What is this tourney even for?” She moaned, readjusting as the carriage bounced jaggedly again.
Her sisters seemed to only be able to look about themselves.
“I can’t remember” Alys spoke with a shrug, the rest offering some kind of agreement to her statement.
“A carriage, seven girls strong, who love being privy to knowledge, and not a soul knows what this tourney is for?” She spoke, but her tone quickly changed.
“This is my wedding tourney isn't it” it was not a question, a droll realization.
Alys began nodding and the others followed suit.
“If Ser Lyonel Baratheon is hosting does that mean I am to wed him or one of his men?” She spoke into a sigh, hoping her sisters would actually speak in full sentences.
“Lyonel Baratheon has asked for your hand, father accepted” Alys spoke first again.
“He was worried you would cause trouble if you knew the true intention of our travels” Bethany was the eldest in the carriage and you could tell by her tone.
She simply rolled her eyes at her sister's words and turned to look out the grated carriage window.
She supposed she should be more curious, or perhaps baffled, to the news of The Lord of House Baratheon asking for her hand. Her tainted hand, by view of the noble people. She was sure he had asked for her hand as a man buying a horse may ask for one already reared. So he himself would not have to 'break her in'.
The dichotomy of Baratheon men, boarish and lazy. She had avoided such men until this moment.
She thought she should feel more grateful her father did not send her to become a nun or leave her to the streets, where she would surely have to sell her body for money.
She was unsure how to feel as she stood in the great hall of Storms End marrying Lyonel Baratheon. Grateful? Happy? Displeased? Angry? None quite fit.
Suspicion was what filled her head, and it only grew the more time she spent in his presence.
When the Septon announced them wed, he enthusiastically pulled her into a kiss. He boldly ran his tongue across her lips before pulling away and cheering into the crowd.
She kept eyeing him during the supper. She knew this was his second marriage, so the formality of heirs and such was not as much of a concern. As she learned more of Ser Lyonel’s personality she discerned he probably cared little about what was proper anyway.
He sank into cups, became even louder - which shocked her. His laughs shook the table and his smiling never ceased. Annoyingly, his lips always morphed into a smirk when his attention set on her.
She did her best to ignore him, she was not a blushing bride - nor was she going to meld into his perfect whore wife.
She tried to keep her strong will as the night went on, as people lessened and the night at hand loomed.
Lyonel turned to her and spoke confidently - and with more volume than she would have liked, “Shall we retire, my wife”.
The tables erupted in cheers, stomping feet and banging cups.
She simply rolled her eyes, downed the rest of her cup and stood. She could only picture the manner of jest Lyonel was putting on for the room. She walked, head raised and pace steady.
Now secluded in the hall he matched her pace, it took him a few stumbles but he caught up. He almost seemed too sober now he was alone with her.
“Did you enjoy the feast, my dear wife?” Lyonel leaned into her.
“It was very lovely, my lord husband,” she spoke simply.
“Ughh, so proper,” Lyonel groaned.
“What would you have me call you then” she did her best to suppress her sigh.
“You can not rush such affections, dear wife, they must come naturally” Lyonel spoke, as he jumped in front of his chamber doors, “they will come in due time”.
He opened his chamber doors and beckoned her in, “please make yourself comfortable”.
She eyed the bed at the far side of the room. She went to the table by the balcony, pouring a cup of water for herself.
“There is wine” Lyonel smiled widely, pouring himself a cup of said liquid.
“I have had enough tonight I think” her voice is quiet but firm.
They drank in a moment of silence, but his eyes boring into her over the brim of his cup was distracting.
“Shall we to bed, my lord?” she spoke out of duty.
He seemed to think for a moment, which is not what she expected.
“We shall” He leaned close, “in due time”.
He then pranced toward the foot of the bed and bounced into a sit. He dramatically groaned as he took off his boots.
She was left confused. She watched him finish his boots, yet he just sat.
“I’m sorry, I am confused my lord” She set her cup down and turned to him in a more serious manner.
“There is no need to rush the night dear wife” Lyonel leaned back, “I would like it to progress to your taste”.
Her brows pressed together, “I am afraid your words are still lost to me”.
“I am not opposed to spelling it out” Lyonel only took the confusion in stride, smirk ever etched into his face.
“I wish for you to lead the night, wife” he took a pause, making sure she was following, “I am at your disposal”.
Her mouth gasped for words, “you wish me…”.
Lyonel grew serious for a fleeting moment, “I know I am not misinformed of your virtue”.
It is a fleeting moment, he chuckles darkly, “or lack there of”.
“If I am in control of this night, my lord, then I will take my leave” she turns to face the door.
Lyonel bounds across the room to meet her, “I do not jest, I do apologize - I would never jest cruelly about my wife”.
He watches for her face to calm, “only with her”.
In that moment it seems they both realize how close they are standing. Lyonel, ever bold, leans closer.
“You wish for me to control the night?” her voice is a whisper on his skin.
“I would love nothing more” Lyonel whispers back, voice ghosting over her lips.
The kiss is reminiscent of the one shared at the ceremony, only she now reflects his bold move. She swipes her tongue over his lips, deepening the kiss. Lyonel chuckles in delight.
For good measure she grips at his shirt collar, pulling him closer. He happily mimics her moves, gripping the skirts at her hips.
She pulls away suddenly, it elicits a whine of protest from Lyonel. It quickly shifts into a breathy moan as she leans up to his ear.
She kisses around his ear as she speaks, “I can do anything?”.
It is a bold question, she knows, and she knows his reaction before it happens. A dark laugh sounds from her lord husband, pleasantly curious.
“Anything” Lyonel confirms.
She ambushes him with her lips, kissing him deeply and fiercely. She can’t help but commend him for keeping up. His lips match hers. Where her hands roam, his roam somewhere equal on her own form.
She begins to push him toward the bed. Her mind is set, but she cannot deny the pleasure it brings - it is only natural.
She pulls her mouth away and pushes on his chest, prompting him to flop backward on his bed.
He laughs with his chest in pure amusement as she climbs over him. Her skirts readjusted to bunch at her hips. Her legs held his buzzing form in place as she went back to kissing him with vigor.
She had to keep her mind steady in her plan, but she allowed her body to roam in pleasure. Her hips started moving as the kissing began to roam to include necks. She rolled them purely for her own gain, but Lyonel held no complaints about it.
She leaned up, hips ever so rocking still, “If I asked you to close your eyes Husband, would you?”.
“Anything for you, my sweet” Lyonel laughed a lot, everything she did seemed to bring a pleased chuckle to his chest.
She smiled, rolling her hips one more time for good measure, before sliding off him and the bed.
Lyonel lowly chuckled the whole time she was off the bed. She moved swiftly, untying two sashes of fabric from her dress. When she took his hand, he moved as she wished. When he felt the soft fabric wrap around his wrist she could see him moan silently.
He was splayed out, hands tied to each bedpost, shirt half undone.
“I must say I enjoy where this is leading” Lyonel’s legs shuffled on the bed, trying to find ease to the tightness in his pants.
She chuckled darkly this time, “I am sure you are”.
She leaned over and gave him one more deep kiss. She pulled away and whispered over his mouth, “just one more moment”.
She moved silently, which was easy with Lyonel’s constant low chuckle. She closed the door as quietly as she could, but the final thud was still audible.
As she retreated down the halls, she heard his gut shaking laugh echo off the stone. She slipped into her own chamber and only hoped he would be in such a joyous mood tomorrow.
In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave.
In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just.
In the name of the Mother, I charge you to protect the young and innocent.
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