tags: targcest, smut, little angst, childhood friends/lovers
wc: 1.4k
â team black but i love him so bad y'all don't understand. anyways as you can tell by the title, i was listening to ultraviolence while writing this LMAO
"...cause i was filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage. aemond brought me back, reminded me of when we were kids."
No one truly knew who your mother was, as that would only be known to your father but even he most likely had forgotten her. It wouldn't matter either way as she had died in childbirth soon after delivering you. In the year of 112 AC, two years after the birth of Prince Aemond and two years before the marriage of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor, you were born. They say your father had gotten drunk that night to soothe his pains and sought out a maid to bed. The result of that night was the birth of a bastard. The beloved bastard of King Viserys Targaryen. Viserra was what your father had named you. For you resembled his great aunt with the same deep violet eyes, silver-gold hair, and fine features that she was renowned for. The similarities ended there though, as you often thought to yourself. However, as you got older your father would often comment on how similar you were with her when it came to things such as vanity. For most of your life you had bore the surname, Waters, as was the custom for all high born bastards. However, at the age of 5, your father had legitimized you as a Targaryen. You were the apple of his eye along with your elder sister. You loved your father dearly but loved your sister far more. When she left for Dragonstone, you followed her. You couldn't stand the Hightower's and they didn't take a liking to you either because of your heritage. Queen Alicent, your stepmother, would often make remarks but you didn't mind it too much. The only Hightower you tolerated was him. The elusive enigma, Aemond. You often pitied him as he was always picked on by your nephews for the dragon that he seemed to not possess. His older brother, Aegon, would often remind him of how unlucky he was if the gods provided bastards such as you and your nephews dragons before they did him. The only memories you have of him before the incident in Driftmark were fond. Often, you would both read stories of Old Valyria under the Godswood tree in the Red Keep. Or when you would take him to ride your dragon, hoping that he wouldn't feel as left out. Maybe you didn't know him well. That day he took the dragon of your cousin's mother who had passed, mocking them after doing so. After that day, any love you had for him was buried deep in you. Or so you thought.
âWeâre almost here.â you snapped back from your thoughts as you got shaken from them by your nephew, Jacaerys.
âGood, my back hurts from the ride. I donât know why she wouldnât just let us ride our dragons to Kingâs Landingâ you say while stretching out your back
It had been years since you had last visited Kingâs Landing. Most of your time had been spent on Dragonstone. You preferred the warmth and populace of the city but you would rather die than spend a second alone with the Hightower's.
You went to your chambers that you used when you were younger. Nothing much had changed in it, everything remained untouched. Opposed to the rest of the Red Keep where everything had been renovated in preference to heraldry of the Faith instead of the Targaryen tapestries and decorations. Mustâve been the Queenâs doing, you think to yourself. She was a fanatic of the Faith, after all.Â
âYour grace, you will be expected to meet for supper later in the day.âÂ
âThank you, Lelia. I will take a walk for now. You and Roslin may rest after unpacking everything.â
The first place you wanted to visit was the library where you had spent much of your childhood. You took a stroll to where it was located, many nobles passing by. You never liked the pleasantries of court life. Another reason for you leaving the Red Keep.
Finally, you reach the library. No one seemed to be here but that was common. Even as a child, this place was never one to be too lively. Aside from you, Aemond, and a few nobles coming here, no one else bothered. You liked the peace and quiet of it. It was a place to wind down after spending the day in court. You make your way over to the Valyrian Histories section, you probably read every book in here. Your interest in Old Valyria was probably one of the things you had inherited from your father. He was always building his sculptures of it from what you remember.
âÄza issare iÄ dorolvie jÄdri, mandia.â (It has been a few years, sister.) says a voice that you seem to recognize. Though it sounds much older and mature, the tone is the same nonetheless.
You notice him leaning on one of the shelves. He had grown comely these last years even after the loss of his eye. He was much taller too, no longer the boy you remember growing up with.
âIt has. What brings you here? I thought you wouldâve been busy practicing your swordsmanship.â you bring your attention back to the books, looking through the different titles and trying to find one you havenât read before.
âI get tired of itâ he trails off before continuing again, âand plus, nyke jeldan naejot Ć«ndegon ao.â (I wanted to see you)
âI didnât think you wouldâve missed me so much, jorrÄelagon lÄkia. (dear brother) If I remember correctly, last time we were together, you had called me a lowly bastard.â you werenât bothered by that comment that he had made all those years ago but if it made him feel worse then it would be all the more fun to resurface it.
You notice him out of the corner of your eye walking towards you but continue browsing the books before you feel his hand on your lower back. He seemed to be holding a book in his other hand, it had something written in High Valyrian but you couldnât decipher as it was cut off by his leg. You straighten your back from your position, taking a look into his face. He was truly handsome, even the scar couldnât take that away from him. You think it added to his beauty.
He hums before speaking, âI thought you would like this, I know youâre fond of Valyrian history, jorrÄelagon lÄkia. (dear sister) he says the last words in a mocking tone, imitating your own.
He extends his hand, revealing the book to you. Se jorrÄelagon hen Meleys (The love of Meleys), it was the tale of the Valyrian goddess of love and fertility, Meleys. The same name given to the Red Queen. You were always a fan of the mythologies and tales of Valyrian gods. He wouldâve known it better than anyone.
You reach out and try taking the book from him but he clutches it closer to him, âShouldnât I get some words of kindness and love before giving such a gift that took me ages to find?â he says teasingly while lowering his head to face yours, bringing the both of you face to face.
âThank you so much.â
âTsk tsk, that wonât do, my Viserra. Say it with more affection, now.â
My Viserra. You felt your face heat up at those words, the way he said it made you flutter. The years that passed had made his voice sound much more manly than boyish. It was as if it was laced with honey and ale.
You lean in closer, your lips almost hovering over his own, âI am very thankful for the great effort you went through. Is there anything you would like in return?â
âHmm, maybe if you read the book with me. You know I have a love for the histories as much as you do.â
âFine, can I have the book now?â
âOf course, my Viserra. You know I would never deny you of anything.â
You control yourself from not rolling your eyes at his comment. Was he always such a tease or had he developed this habit in the years you were gone? Who knows.
You grab the book from him before walking to the exit of the library, âI look forward to reading the book, thank you.â
You wonder back to your quarters, your maids werenât in the room and your things were unpacked so you assumed they were in the kitchens. You called out to the guards, requesting that they come to prepare you for the supper as it was getting closer to nighttime. You weren't too fond of the idea of seeing your stepmother and other brother but you complied for the sake of your father whom you had missed these past years.
tags: dubcon, bimbofication, breeding, praise kink, degrading kink, corruption, abuse of power, mention of crimes such as murder.
wc: 1.7k
â this is my first ever fanfic so it's not the best but i hope you enjoy it anyways <3
There were strange cases of murders happening throughout the capital of Fontaine, all very eerily similar to one another. You never intended to be caught but even a small mistake can lead to disaster. Being caught wasn't even a thought that was acknowledged in your mind. You thought no one could ever catch you. You had been so meticulous in how you went about the murders. And yet, a miscalculation did occur. You loved thinking of yourself as a brilliant mind. Maybe in another life you couldâve been the top student at the Akademiya in Sumeru, but that was too tedious for you.
âMs. L/n, you are currently being sat for a trial so I would suggest you stop dozing off.â said the man in the golden chair
âIâm sorry, your honor.â you reply with a hint of snideness
You hated him. He was the most pretentious man you had ever met. The man in question was the Chief of Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette. He was the man in charge of ruling decisions that concerned Justice, which Fontaine was the land of. Anyone in charge of that power would only be second to the Archon.
âCourts adjourned. It will be held again tomorrow at noon.â he declares to everyone in the court
Finally, there was nothing you hated more than this boring affair. You knew that the odds werenât very good against you so in the end you would probably be put to death anyways. Or given life imprisonment without parole. The only thing that could save you was if somehow the Archon herself ruled a decision over the case in your favor but that would never happen. You gather your things and start leaving the court, following your lawyer.
âMs. L/n, you will not be leaving yet. I need you to come with me to my office.â he said stoically while collecting his documents.
âOf course, your honor. What would be the reason for this?â
âI just need to have a talk with you, thatâs all. Nothing will be used against you so please do not fret about such things.â
He starts walking towards the door and you follow him closely. After a few minutes, you finally reach his office. You take a seat on the couch thatâs in front of his desk. His room had an air of luxury and power to it. Any person with keen eyes would be able to recognize that this room belongs to someone of high esteem.
You snap out of your thoughts, âWhat did you want to talk to me about, sir?â
He sits on his chair, looking out the window behind him.
âI know that the odds arenât very good against you in this case.â
Thanks for stating the obvious you think to yourself.
âAnd so, I would like to offer you an arrangement. Something that I think would be beneficial for the both of us.â
âWhat would this arrangement you speak of entail?â youâre confused but enticed at the offer
âHmmâŠâ he trails off for a bit before speaking again, âI would get something that I want and you receive freedom. Does that interest you?â
âYes, it does. What might you want from me though?â
He stands from his chair, slowly walking behind you. You feel his slender hands as they rest on your shoulders.
âYou donât need to worry about that, all I need is your agreement.â you can feel his hot breath
You donât have any other options so this wouldnât hurt, you think to yourself.
âI agree, then.â
âWonderful.â
He slowly starts trailing his right hand down to your necklace, playing with it. He then starts placing kisses all over your neck while his hand starts going down further to the buttons of your shirt. He bites on your neck and you let out a yelp in surprise.
You can feel a smile form on his lips against your skin. He lets out a low chuckle and starts circling the spot with his tongue where he bit you before sucking on it. The sensations start building up and your breath hitches. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind but you don't protest.
His hand finishes unbuttoning your shirt and youâre left exposed in your bra.
He walks in front of you.
"Such a pretty girl..." he murmurs while putting his hand under your chin and rubbing his thumb over your lips
The heat between your thighs starts growing by each passing second. You take his thumb into your mouth before starting to slowly suck on it, moving your tongue in swirls around it.
"So needy." he purrs. He leans down towards you before clashing his lips into yours, slipping his tongue inside.
You let out a small moan into his mouth and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants.
As he continues to explore you mouth, he effortlessly undoes your bra. Your nipples harden as they hit the cool air.
He pulls away and a string of saliva is left that connects both of your lips before breaking as he sets his sights on your nipples. He slowly starts sucking on them, you roll your head back into the couch and writhe as the heat starts pooling in your underwear.
"More, please." you say quietly
"More? Use your words, tell me what you want." he teased
"Please pleasure me, sir." you plead and your face grows red
As soon as he hears your cries, he begins to slide his fingers down your aching body. Making sure to take his time to get more of a reaction out of you. Finally, he reaches the waist band and slides your pants off of your body. He brings his fingers over your underwear, noticing the wet pool on them.
"Do you want my fingers?" he asks while tracing the pool of wetness
"Yes, please" you whisper while biting back a moan
He hums while taking your panties off of you, the last piece of clothing on your body. He lets his fingers explore your folds, gathering the wetness on his fingers before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them. Keeping his eyes on yours as he does so. You subtly arch your back, needy for more.
He chuckles before letting his fingers rub small circles on your sensitive spot. In a quick thrust, he pushes two fingers into your cunt. He curls the fingers and watches for your reaction. You let out breathy moans as they start filling the room together with the thrusts of his fingers inside your dripping cunt.
"F-fuck!" you cry out
He slams his lips into yours, "Quiet down, you don't want others to know that you're whoring yourself out to the Chief Justice, do you?"
You whimper
"Or.. do you want everyone to know? Is that it?"
You're too dumb to let out anything intelligible, letting out a whine instead.
"Mmm, how about I just breed you and make you mine instead? Then you can do whatever you want without repercussions. Do you want that?" he cooes while setting an even more brutal pace with his slender fingers
"Mmnh- yes, sir." you moan out, rolling your hips and becoming even needier than before as you feel your cunt clenching around his fingers and the climax coming closer.
Then, suddenly, he brings his fingers out and you whimper at the loss of them.
You then notice him taking his pants off. His erection is tight against his underwear. He lets it out and your eyes stay on it as you notice the girth of it.
You spread your legs, desperate for the length inside you. He teases your slit with his tip. Rubbing it slowly in circles.
Before you can react, he plunges his length into you. He sets a merciless rhythm and keeps a confident pace as he thrusts into you.
"Too much-" you sob out and he starts going faster
"No, no, my love. You're doing so well."
He brings his fingers to your mouth and you instinctively start sucking on them.
"You look so pretty under me." he purrs before letting out a low groan
He continues stretching out your swollen cunt. The sound of your bodies clashing continues to fill the room and you're sure that everyone knows what's happening inside.
"Don't hold back, I want to hear you." he says shakily and you can feel his pace starting to become more frenzied
You wrap your legs around him and let our strangled noises.
"Please. Mmnh-"
His thrusts become more desperate. He lets out pants but tries to cover them by sucking in sharp breaths to try and remain composed.
"Fuck" he groans before giving one more powerful thrust and emptying himself inside of you
Your walls tighten at his length and your eyes roll back as waves of pleasure spread through your body.
He sloppily kisses you while both of you ride out of the high. He takes it out of you and you whimper as you lose the filling sensation.
Immediately he presses your legs together, "Don't make it go to waste. I need to impregnate you after all, darling." he mutters
You feel your cheeks burning and look away towards the wall. You notice yourself in the mirror and how disheveled you look.
"I have important things to go over so I would suggest you start dressing up."
"Yes, I'm sorry." you reply quietly
You put your clothes back on while he's organizing his documents.
He notices you looking at him, he curls his fingers at you. You come over to him and he puts a piece of hair behind your ear before whispering into it, "I'll do everything that needs to be done when it comes to your case so don't concern yourself with that anymore."
He stops before continuing, "However, I would like you to start working for me. I need an assistant and.. I don't think I got enough of you just from today as it was quite rushed."
He looks into you before kissing you slowly.
"I would be happy to work for such an esteemed person. sir."
"Excellent. Then, I expect to see you next week so you can get started. You may leave now." he instructs
"Have a good day, sir."
You leave, pleased at what occurred today. Thinking to yourself that perhaps it wasn't such a boring affair after all.
