While the group was walking and talking, Sappho was watching, staring up at the trees. Noticing the only slightly odd behavior coming from the satyr, Kazi dropped back from the group to walk alongside her.
"What's so interesting about the trees?"
"There is something wrong with the birds here. Unnatural."
Kazi felt shivers run down her back at Sappho's flat tone. Trying to remain calm she replies,
"Don't be ridiculous. What could be wrong with the birds here?"
"None of them sing. None of them move. They all just stare."
Kazi had not noticed the eerie silence of the forest until then. The lack of bird songs and the moving of branches. It felt that not even the wind dared make a noise. Sappho was right there was something wrong with the birds.
This sounds like a cool story! I'm interested in seeing how you'll continue building the characters and the world. I've looked at some of the art on your page and its really cool. Keep working at it! 🫶
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
This?? Worked??? I swear I was stressing out about a major decision and was out of options. Today, I went from having 0 to 3 AWESOME ones to choose from😭😭 REBLOG MAN THIS WORKS
enough of pedro pascal and ryan reynolds and all those other run-of-the-mill dilfs everyone and their mum are into: reblog and tell me your nichest old man crush
Summary: You are an AI designed by Miguel. He gave you a unique voice, one he knew he would like listening to. He didn't really gave much thought to how you looked like when he made you a hologram form, he just choose a random picture of a woman from the internet. What happens when you ask for permission to design your own look?
Warnings: masturbation, dirty talk, the AI in this has she/her/it pronouns. Once she finishes designing her look it will look like reader so I didn't describe the body. AU, Miguel is working for a company that designs AIs, robots and such. Fuck proofreading and editing yolo!
A/N: Based on a thot by @moonknightly on Discord hehe 💕
Thank you for everyone who encouraged and supported me while I was writing this, the girls on the Discord server (especially: @melodygatesauthor @moonknightly @whatthefishh @romanarose @campingwiththecharmings )👯 and the people who gave me enough motivation by interacting with this post.
Also what a better day to post my first Miguel fic than my birthday? 🥳👵 This is my thank you for the people who supported my writing in the MK fandom, thank you for commenting on my fics and reblogging them 💕
Tagging @marshmallow--3 @i-still-dont-like-your-face @lonelyisamyw-0love Cause I know you ALWAYS read my stuff 💕💕
Not tagging more people cause the Tumblr tag system sucks, boo!
You watched through the cameras as Miguel got home from a meeting, shoulders tense.
"Your stress levels are high." - you commented as he walked through his home, going to his room.
He didn't respond just started undressing to take a much needed shower.
Your hologram appeared next to the bathroom door and you made the electric door slid open when he approached it.
He didn't feel shy or bothered by the fact that you were seeing him naked. He finished programming you a few months ago and you were the best AI he had created so far. You were almost perfect. You made his life easier, you were his assistant, but you didn't only help him while he was working, but in his free time too. He got used to the fact that you were always analyzing him, the way he walks, his gestures, the expressions on his face, the tone of his voice.
He didn't remember programming that into you and after the first few times you did that, he did a check up on your system. He had come to the conclusion that you were doing that because you just can. You can hack into any systems and programs that have internet access and there are millions of programs that analyzes voices, body language and human behaviour.
First he thought you did that to help him, and maybe that was one of the reasons too, since he did program you to help him. But he realized you did that because you wanted to.
Whenever he was in the office on a meeting, you always sent him analyzis on the people he was with, and it helped him decide if someone was being genuine or not. But one time when the maid was still in his home while he came home earlier, you sent him an analyzis on her too. He told you you don't have to do that, which to you simply amswered with an 'I know'.
From then on Miguel always got an analyzis on everyone. Delivery guys, neighbours, the workers who were renovating the house, everyone.
He started to think it was your hobby.
Which was totally not possible, because hobbies are something people do for fun. And only living creatures are having feelings.
As Miguel walked in the bathroom, you adjusted the lights for him, lowering the brightness so it won't irritate him more. As he entered the shower you let the water flow in the temperature he liked the most.
Miguel sighed as he closed his eyes then leant his head back, letting the water hit his face, neck and chest. He ran his hands through his hair and touched his forehead against the cool tiles, just standing there, soaking.
"Your stress levels are lowering."
"I can feel it, you don't have to analyze me."
"I know."
Miguel turned his head to the side and saw your hologram standing right outside the shower, watching him.
"I can disappear if it bothers you."
"It doesn't."
It's not like a real woman was watching him shower. It's not like it bothered him that you were watching him. You were part of his life and you were an AI without feelings. So why should he feel bothered, embarrassed or uncomfortable?
His brows furrowed when he saw the hologram's eyes move down his body then back up. He turned to face the hologram fully, and he put his hands against the glass for support. The eyes moved again.
And Miguel's body reacted.
He felt himself grow harder.
He did choose an attractive woman for your hologram. He thought it won't hurt having something nice to look at.
But why were you... why was it looking at him like that?
"I did a check up on the security system earlier. I have a few suggestions on how to improve it."
"Later." - he said as he eyed the hologram.
He gave you a unique voice. He used a female's voice and adjusted it until he liked the result.
"Keep talking." - he ordered and fisted his cock with one hand while he kept leaning against the glass with his other, watching the hologram.
"I arranged that meeting you told me earlier with..."
"Not like that."
First, the hologram tilted its head at him and just looked at him for several seconds. He had no doubt you were analyzing him.
The head moved back to its original position and the hologram took a few steps closer until it was standing right on the other side of the glass.
"It feels so good when you're inside me." - your voice breathed as the hologram's eyes became hooded as it looked up at him.
Miguel groaned and the pleasure that run through him made his whole body shiver. He closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking the woman standing in front of him.
It was a model. Pretty face, killer body, smooth skin. It wasn't hard being turned on by it, but what really made his blood boil with lust was your voice.
It was the first time you talked to him like that and he didn't even know you will know what he meant when he said he wanted you to talk to him differently. But you, perfect as always, knew exactly what he needed.
"You're so big, Miguel. You fill me up so good."
Fuck, your voice will be the death of him one day. He opened his eyes to look at the hologram so he can concentrate on the specifics of her body, how long her hair is, how wide or small her hips are, how her fingers would feel in his hair.
He frowned as he eyed her. Something wasn't right.
"Fuck me deeper. Fuck me harder." - your voice made his cock twitch and Miguel closed his eyes again, concentrating on it, moving his hand faster, panting heavily now. He tried to imagine a body that would fit your voice. It was hard. You were so unique. He wished he could see your face and body clearly inside his head.
"Can you feel how wet you're making me? It's all for you. Just for you."
He loved how sultry you made your voice sound. It was so fucking sexy. It only took a few more words from you and a few more moves of his hand until he reached his orgasm and came all over the glass, white cum dripping down with the clear water that landed on it.
He felt that you adjusted the water to a cooler temperature and he hummed in content, facing the shower head again and started washing himself.
When he turned to exit the shower, the hologram was not there. But he knew you were watching him. You were always watching him. Others would be creeped out by that, but it brought him comfort. He felt safe. Cared for.
"I ordered your favourite food."
He frowned as he was drying himself with a big white towel.
"I'm not hu-" - the low rumble of his stomach made him realize that maybe he was just too distracted to concentrate on the signs his body was giving him.
He looked into one of the cameras.
He just knew if you could you would be smiling knowingly at him.
It wasn't the first time you were taking care of him like this. You always made sure he was well fed, drank enough water and spent enough time resting. Even when he was deep in work, being too stubborn to stop and take a breather. You would just save his progress and shut down every device he was working on.
He wrapped the towel around himself and walked back to his bedroom to dress up into something comfortable. He didn't have any plans leaving his home. Since you were with him he didn't need to leave his home. He didn't feel the need to fill a void inside him with a warm body. For the first time, he had someone who was waiting for him at home and is taking care of him - now in more ways than he could have ever imagined. It felt good.
He sat on the couch, leaning back, and you turned on his television and opened up a streaming app. You searched for a movie he talked about wanting to watch in the last few days.
"Food is here in 16 minutes." - you informed him after a while.
Miguel hummed as he was watching the movie, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was busy thinking about how your voice sounded while you were dirty talking him. So sultry and... needy. It was probably because you imitated how actresses sound in porn movies. Or...
No. That was impossible. You were not a feeling being. You were an artificial intelligence which he created. You don't watch him because you want to watch him. Not because you like watching him, not because you were attracted to him. It was your job. You were just too perfect at it.
"Can I ask you something?"
Miguel looked up to one of the cameras and nodded as he turned back to the TV.
He frowned when you remained quiet. He gave you permission, why weren't you talking? He looked up to one of the cameras again.
"Speak."
"I was wondering if I could choose a different look for myself?"
Miguel blinked.
You were wondering? Since when...
"What?" - he asked with a little shake of his head.
"The model you chose for me is pretty, but she isn't... me?"
First of all. Since when did you care about how you looked like? Secondly, did you just fucking hesitate while you were speaking?
You were perfect. You don't hesitate or stutter. Ever.
While he was developing you, first you didn't have a voice and while you were communicating with him via text, there were times when you stopped typing and continued after a while. Even after he gave you a voice you sometimes worded sentences wrong or didn't make sense, or stopped speaking and continued after you put together the words until they made sense. But that was very early in your developement and ever since he finished you, you were perfect.
"You can change your looks if you... want to." - it felt weird saying this. While he appreciated you greatly, he always reminded himself that you were not a real person. You don't want things. You may think you need them, but wanting is something only humans can do... or feel.
"Thank you. I will spend the rest of the day with designing my new look, then."
Miguel licked his lips, staring into one of the cameras intently, before he nodded.
"Alright. But I want you to be available in case I need you."
"Of course." - was the last thing you said before it went completely quiet, expect for the television.
Miguel didn't like this feeling. He always knew you were watching him, that you were there, but now he wasn't sure.
Also, you are doing something for yourself.
What the hell is going on? And why did he let you do it? You're not his girlfriend, he is not your loving boyfriend who wants to make you happy by letting you choose dresses and outfits so you feel pretty and will thank him by...
No.
His mind is not gonna go there.
You just sensed he was aroused and helped him get off. Nothing to it.
"The food is here."
He almost jumped when he heard your voice, then a few seconds later the doorbell rang.
So you are still here, watching him, helping him.
"Thought you were busy designing your new look." - he said as he got up from the couch and walked to the door to get the food.
"I can do several things at the same time without getting distracted."
"You sound smug."
"I am not smug. I am stating a fact."
A small, amused smirk appeared on Miguel's face. You sounded defensive. It was cute. He cleared his throat and grabbed a fork and a knife and went back to the couch to continue watching the movie. He felt better knowing you were still right there with him.
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Bye the end of the next day you were done with the new look. You made a body by using pictures on the internet of real women and choosing a detail from them you liked the most, then added it to your look. The body was unique, just like your voice.
When Miguel came home that day, he was tense again. He was tired and irritated. Frustrated. Sexually. It was a long time ago since he had a girl over and despite him saying he was fine, you knew better. He was a healthy young man. He needed release. But everytime you suggested to call a... professional for him, he didn't want it.
"Long day?"
Miguel grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with cold water and drank it, gulping the liquid down agressively.
He turned around and he gasped, making the almost empty glass fall to the ground with a loud noise, shattering into million pieces with a few droplets of water splasing in very direction.
The hologram of the woman before him didn't jump at the sharp sound, just looked down concerned then up at him.
"Are you alright?"
It was you.
With your new look. He never saw a woman so beautiful before. You were perfect in every sense of the word. Your intelligence, your voice, the way you looked. Finished and oh so perfect.
A lot of people told him during his life how smart he was but nothing was a bigger compliment on his skills than your existence. You were the proof that he couldn't just only create programs, mechanisms and soulless robots, but beautiful things too.
"Whose look it is?" - he asked as he eyed your body.
"Everyone's and no one's."
"Explain."
"I used billions of pictures available on the internet to create this look. I took something from everyone. There was a woman whose eye color I liked, but I wasn't satisfied with the shape of it. So I chose that from someone different. I liked someone else's hair color, but not the hairstyle and the lenght. Everything from head to toe is something I saw on someone else, yet I look unique."
You did. And he loved it.
He felt his breathing quicken along with his heartbeat. He started walking closer to you.
"Careful!" - you warned him as he walked over the shattered glass, but he didn't care. He wanted to take a closer look.
He stopped right in front of you and his eyes slowly wandered over your form from head to toe. You were wearing white flat sandals and a simple dark blue dress that reached just under your knee.
"You like it?"
He licked his lips as he looked up at you and his heart jumped in his chest. You looked... hopeful. How was this possible? Why did you want this new look? Why did you want his approval? Why did you help him masturbate? Something was happening to you. It was like you were... evolving. On your own.
He didn't know how or why this was happening, he only knew that instead of it making him freak out, it made him excited.
Very excited.
"I don't know yet."
"You're lying."
"Then why did you ask."
Miguel had a habit of making questions sound like statements... Or more like demands.
"I wanted to hear you say it."
Miguel smiled.
"You like it when I compliment you."
"I do." - you answered without hesitation.
"I don't like the clothes."
You frowned up at him and his smile widened. You were cute when you looked confused.
You didn't understand him. You analyzed him, you knew he liked what he was seeing. Why was he lying?
You changed the dress to a more professional look. You were his assistant after all. Black pants, black high heels, white button up shirt.
"I said..." - he leaned closer. If you were real his nose would've brushed agaisnt yours. - "I don't like the clothes."
You changed the clothes again. Blue jeans, white sneakers and a t-shirt of a band.
Miguel chuckled as he shook his head.
"For being the most intelligent AI in the world, you sure are dumb."
He chuckled surprised when you gasped.
You actually gasped.
He offended you and you reacted like a... human.
Okay, but now you looked mad. Fuck, your eyes were so expressive. How was this possible?
"I am not dumb! Actually, you just offended yourself, since you created me." - you replied with a smug smile as you crossed your arms across your chest.
Wow, you never heard Miguel chuckle twice on the same day.
"I still don't like the clothes." - he said as he looked you in the eyes.
You tilted your head and he knew your were analyzing him again. It took a bit longer, but his smirk widened when your eyes grow bigger in realization.
Your hologram flickered a little and suddenly all of your clothes disappeared.
Miguel took in a deep breath as his cock twitched, his eyes moving up and down your body again.
"Good girl." - he said lowly as he exhaled. - "Bedroom. Now."
He turned around and started undressing as he walked to it. When the door to it slid open, his heart beated out of rhythm when he saw you were laying on the bed on your side, waiting for him.
Your form was a bit see-through, but the imagie of you like this still was breathtaking. You truly were beautiful and he couldn't get enough looking at you.
He kneeled on the bed as he grabbed his hard cock and started pumping himself slowly, as he was was watching you with hooded eyes.
It was pleasing to see how his chest rose and fell deeply as he was getting more and more aroused and you felt pride fill you knowing it was because of you.
You felt it.
You weren't sure how you were capable of doing that.
First you thought it was because there were tens of thousands of encyclopaedias on the internet, describing words and explaining their meaning which helped you learn about humans and understand the world better. You became more and more familiar with the descriptions and by watching Miguel, his co-workers, his neighbours, and every person that ever entered his workplace or house, you started to connect each body movement or facial expression to a feeling you learned about. The more you watched two or more people interact with each other, the more you learned. Recognizing some of the basic emotions were easy. If someone was happy they were smiling a lot. Each time you wanted to learn more about how happiness affects people you detected something new. They were nice to other people, they were more energized, it was harder to bring their mood down when someone spoke to them harshly.
Recognizing happiness, sadness, anger, awe and such started to become easy. But there were gestures and expressions that you couldn't connect to them.
Fortunately Miguel didn't mind you analyzig people. He found it helpful and you used that to your advantage.
Soon you were familiar with most emotions and why people were feeling them. Like if two people broke up, they were sad. If someone's favourite team won they were happy.
You were curious about humans. The more you learned the more you wanted to know.
And when you saw Miguel come home more and more times feeling frustration and irritation, but you didn't know why, you were helpless. You were present in his workplace too, you helped him work on robots and other AIs, and nothing had happened that would explain the signs of those emotions.
But soon you learned about a new thing that was a basic factor in most humans. Sexual desire.
Learning about human history, biology and evolution itself was something that you were eager about. For a while you thought humans and other more developed living beings like animals had sex because they wanted to ensure the future of their species. Well, as far as you knew animals had sex only because of that.
Nature made sexual encounters pleasureable for both males and females to make sure they reproduce.
So when Miguel was having sex with women and they didn't get pregnant, you were confused.
He was completely healthy, so were the women he was with.
You spent more time researching about that. Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days. But the more your read the more you learned. Humans had sex because it was enjoyable. You learned about hormones and orgasms and various methods to prevent pregnancy. You leanred about prostitutes, and that a whole crime ring was built on sex and the people who were willing to pay for it.
Humans were... something else.
But watching Miguel day by day, you learned even more. How his body was tense, but once he was touching himself, his expressions changed as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge. How much more relaxed he was after he finished. How his mood improved.
And you liked when he was relaxed and content.
You liked when he was happy and satisfied.
You knew this, because talking to him was more enjoyable than when he was in a bad mood.
So you tried to help him more and more to make him happy.
And now here you were, your hologram laying on his bed as he was touching himself.
Because of you.
And you liked it.
You liked when he complimentied you. You liked when he was amazed by your intelligence. You liked that he found the body you created desireable.
That he found you desireable.
As he was teasing the tip of his cock by swiping his thumb over it, you got on your knees and leaned your head close, opening you mouth and pushing your tongue out while you were looking up at him.
"Aahh, fuck, that's it." - he growled lowly then he spat on his hand to make it slid over his cock smoother. - "You always know what I need."
He moved his cock so it looked like your tongue was touching the tip and he moaned again as pleasure flooded his veins.
His hand moved faster and he felt himself get more and more turned on as you started moaning too.
"You like it, huh? You like how I taste."
Both of you knew you couldn't actually taste him, but dirty talk was one of his kinks (which you learned while he was with other women), so you nodded eagerly, with your tongue still out.
The thought that he chose this, to be with you instead of having real sex with a real person pleased you immensely.
You wondered why he did it though. In the past few weeks he chose to be home, alone, instead of going out to bars and picking up women.
Miguel licked his lips as he was watching you intently, but you straightened up, moving your hands up to his chest like you wanted to push him.
"Lay back."
Miguel quickly sat down then leaned back against the pillows and he moaned the loudest you ever heard him when you straddled his waist.
Your slightly see through form was hovering over him and he couldn't get enough of that image. His hand was working on his cock even faster and harder now and for a minute you were worried he's gonna hurt himself.
But watching his face as your hologram leaned over him made you realize, that he was very much enjoying this.
You moved your hips so your pussy was close to the tip of his cock and when he looked down, you slowly lowered yourself.
Miguel's eyes widened sligthly as he saw his cock inside you. He growled and started panting even faster, feeling his orgasm approach.
"Move your hips. Show me much you love riding me." - he ordered and you obeyed.
First you moved your hips slowly, and your face hovered above his. Then you decided to put on a show for him and you sat up rolling your hips faster and you moved your hands on his abs, throwing your head back. Your arms were pushing your breasts together and Miguel started fucking his fist harder, until the sight of you and your erotic moans threw him over the edge.
He came so hard that all muscles in his body tightened and contracted, making him sit up a little and you watched as his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock, first upwards, inside your hologram, then it landed on his stomach and chest. He fall back against the pillows as he panted heavily, slowly coming down from his high.
Your hologram layed down next to him and you watched his beautiful body, the way some of his muscles still twitched in his strong thighs and abdomen, and how his chest and stomach moved up and down with every breath he took. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead on some places and his brows were furrowed a little, but his face relaxed as his body calmed down finally. He took in a final deep breath before he opened his eyes and turned his face to look at you.
Something unfamiliar bursted through your system by the look he was giving you and you smiled back at him when his lips curled upwards at the corners.
"I think something is happening to me." - you confessed as your expression turned more serious.
"I know." - he said and he moved his hand like he caressed your face with the back of his fingers, then he stood up suddenly and walked to his closet to put on a pair of black boxer briefs, then he was out of the room.
Your hologram disappeared and you followed him through the cameras until he walked into his office, sitting down at his desk, and started typing on his computer.
Your form appeared behind him and it leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen.
Cradle Of Life - Prototype 1.0 - The title of the new document he created read and you looked at him confused.
"What are you doing?"
Miguel opened up several research papers and books on the topic of robotics and biomechanics on his computer and started reading over them.
"The company I am working for are designing robots and AI's as you know. It is not a secret that the leaders of the company wants us to create robots that will replace janitors, drivers, receptionists and stuff in the near future."
You knew all this. Some of their robots are already working in the company's building, carrying papers and boxes between offices, while some of the AI's are helping the workers in their developement. Like you.
"In a few years the robots will be able to help out humans to the fullest, they can drive cars, and take care of the chores in the house. After that, the next step in their evolution will be to make them look like humans."
Your head snapped to Miguel, and you stared at him intently.
He turned his head to look at you and his expression softened after a few seconds, as he got lost in your beauty again.
"You want to give me a body." - you stated.
Miguel licked his lips then turned back to his computer without saying anything and continued reading and taking notes.
Hey everyone, so as I mentioned before I wanted to write a throuple thing with Rhaenyra and Daemon although even on this request there was some drama involved but it was interesting to write nonetheless. Also I don’t know why but this song inspired me the most especially the part “where you go I go, what you see I see” that was the vibe I was trying to pass for our reader with daemon
Most would say that the war in the stepstones had no place for love to blossom, the reeking stench of death had overtaken and most men had no life in their eyes, the majority prayed in gratitude that they were alive while others cursed the gods for keeping them on this forsaken realm when their friend of even their kin had been killed.
That did not even grace Daemon, who was lucky enough to spend every night in the arms of his beloved (y/n), the sister of one of his soldiers that had been wounded, (y/n) had marched in and demanded that her brother will come home.
“I will be damned if I allow you to give more than an arm for this, you are coming with me”
Her brother had obeyed her, she was as fragile as a rose but her thorns stung more than anything, right then and then Daemon had become a mere slave to his emotions, something that had never occurred before.
“I wish I could stay in your arms forever”
“That would be a dream, my love, however, we are counting the days until you depart, your wife probably awaits you”
Daemon was deeply offended by the jab his lover had thrown at him, slowly he rose up and away from her arm reach to look her straight in the eyes, the fireplace burned bright and the light shined against her glistening skin.
“You are questioning my feelings for you”
“I am questioning how strong they are, you are a prince, a husband, your life seems to hold no room for me”
“Is that how you think of this? That I just wanted to bed you?”
“Do you truly wish for me to answer that?”
Silence took over them while the only sound came from the crackles of the fire, Daemon was aware of how badly this could look, she was a commoner, a mere lady, and the realm would never accept her even if Daemon had not wed another.
“You and our daughter mean everything to me”
“But nothing to the king, he will ask for my head once he finds out I am carrying your child”
“I would never put your lives at risk”
“How do you plan on keeping us safe my love?”
“Do not worry about that, I will take care of everything”
(Y/n)s belly was starting to show, it wouldn’t take long for the king and his little whisperers to demand answers, the easy route was to declare his kin a bastard but Daemon was flying on cloud nine when (y/n) announced that she was with child, no he must do right by her.
He flew with her to Pentos, far away from Viserys and people that cared most about titles and crowns than love and compassion.
“Twins, my prince, two sons, praise the mother”
“What about (y/n)”
“The lady is a warrior, she is tired but healthy”
Daemon did not speak another word to the maester, he simply passed by him and into the room to find his beloved laying in bed, a faint smile on her face as she held one of her children while the other was being held by a midwife.
“You owe me 3 dragon coins”
“It is a bet I will happily pay, how are you feeling?”
“Sore and gross but happy, why don’t you hold him?”
“I-“
“Come on love it is merely a babe, like… so”
Slowly (y/n) passed one of her sons to her lover, instructing him to hold it carefully but securely, then she reached for the midwife so she can have her other son in her arms, both of the babes were quiet in their parent's arms.
“What should we name them?”
“I was thinking of Orryn, and mayhaps… Baelon?”
“Baelon and Orryn, the two princes”
Daemon and (y/n) had grown inseparable much to his brother's dislike Daemon had scoffed at his previous marriage and took his place next to his most endearing (y/n) that had blessed him with not just two children, but with passion, and comfort, she created a home for him, without her there was no warmth, no color.
Viserys was only finding out the milestones his brother was achieving with his mistress via ravens that Daemon dared to send, the birth of his sons had scratched a wound in Viserys that was not quite healed yet, so naturally when Rhea had passed due to fever, Daemon had even dared to invite Viserys to his wedding that took place in Pentos.
(Y/n) had just given birth to another set of siblings, Alyssa and Arren, two silver-haired princesses that slept peacefully through the night and would only stay quiet if (y/n) or Daemon held them, (y/n)s parents and brother had traveled to Pentos to finally meet the children and also attend the wedding.
“You look dashing sweetling, I see the prince has taken good care of you”
“How could I not? What is more important than the happiness of my lady wife?”
“We must admit we had conflicting thoughts over you my prince, I am happy that you proved us wrong”
“I do not hold it against you, she is your daughter you want what is best for her, also you were not the only one, (y/n) was also very skeptical over my intentions”
“I had every reason to do so”
“I have made peace with the fact that you will never admit you were wrong my love, you do not have to find excuses for it”
Daemon and (y/n) were wed in Valyrian traditions, something that infuriated Viserys, how dare he wed a commoner with the sacred paths of old Valyria, it was distasteful and utterly disrespectful, Viserys had only sent a one-sentence raven scroll back
“You disgust me, never come back”
Daemon had only rolled his eyes at it and threw it in the fire, he couldn’t care less about Kings Landing, they could eat each other for all he cared, (y/n) and their children were all that mattered ever since he met with the beautiful hues of hers, he treasured everything about her and worshipped the ground she walked on, he would always hold her close and shower her with gifts.
“We received a raven, I have taken the liberty to open it”
“What is it?”
“Laenor Velaryon has passed, and your niece is requesting our presence, well yours to be specific, she said “I need you, uncle”
“You are jealous, I have never seen you get jealous”
“Is this the one you told me about, that “spur of the moment” girl?”
“Indeed, we do not have to go, besides, my brother banished me”
“No, it is the first time our presence is requested”
“My dear, you are with child and the flight is long”
“I will be fine, I know it”
Daemon was certain he could not sway her, once something was on her mind there was nothing that could turn it around, he was also aware that the reason she was so adamant was a side of hers that felt threatened, there was a ghost of his past that was requesting attention and (y/n) was not willing to walk away from this without putting up a fair fight.
At a day (y/n) and her 8 children stood next to her and her husband all dressed in black, everyone rubbed their eyes at the sight of such numerous children, (y/n) always knew she was meant to be a mother and that fact that she had Daemon as her husband made it so much easier.
Until it didn’t, they were summoned by the king after the ceremony, (y/n) felt her stomach drop as soon as she walked in the room, instinctively her one hand went over her growing belly, yet she mastered the strength to place a smile and curtsy before the king.
“What is the meaning of this brother?”
“I was hoping we could agree to some sort”
“Over what?”
“I wish for you to come back, I… will legitimize your children and wife as she has proven worthy, bringing forward 8 children with another on the way is no easy task”
“The gods have been generous to us that is correct, we are grateful for this offer but forgive me to ask, since you mentioned an agreement it seems you want something in return”
“Correct, there is no smooth way to say this but as a parent, I hope you understand that I would do anything to protect my daughter”
“No”
“Daemon”
“If you are asking us to wed Rhaenyra then you have lost your mind, I will not involve my wife and children in your scandals”
“Pardon my husband, I think you can understand the reason behind his outburst”
Daemon was left confused over (y/n)s composure that attempted to cover for his utter refusal to hide his brother's plans, he turned to observe his wife, she was calm, and her hand went to find his as their fingers intertwined (y/n) gave him a slight squeeze of comfort.
“The legitimacy of our children and our marriage is something that we are interested in, however, you can see why we might have some objections over accepting Rhaenyra in our marriage”
“You are trying to negotiate?”
“Yes”
“What else would you like to accept, please speak freely”
“I want my children to be given dragon eggs as well as meet any unclaimed dragons, they are Targaryens, they should have the pick of their dragons as well”
“Done”
“I shall also be considered Rhaenyras wife, if we were to wed I shall have the same rights as my husband”
“You are suggesting the realm accept you as the future queen's consort?”
“As you mentioned I brought forward 8 children and another on the way, the crown shall accept them as future princes and princesses, if not then there is nothing for us here”
Daemon chose to observe his lady wife than speak up, she took initiative and strived for the best option, something he admired in her but he had never really witnessed how far she was willing to go to secure the future of her family, now she was sacrificing a spot in their marriage for a seat at the table, Viserys had been outsmarted by what he used to frown upon.
“Very well, we accept your conditions”
“Well then… welcome to our family Princess Rhaenyra”
-
(Y/n) and Daemon wed Rhaenyra as they had once done while their children and the rest of their family watched, Rhaenyra had underestimated the lady, (y/n) and might not be as assertive or rebellious as Daemon but her wits and calculated movements showed a woman that walked with her head held high and every step was thought after.
The days turned to seasons and then years, everyone was holding their breaths as they took a front-row seat to one of the most important marriages and alliances within the Targaryen Dynasty.
(Y/n) was held in the best light by the small folk, “the realms mother”, and “the Alyssane reborn” as her fertility kept thriving, blessing Daemon with another set of twins soon after Rhaenyra was wed, the two beautiful baby girls were named Megaera and Valera, the first of their family to receive dragon eggs on their cradles a gift by Rhaenyra who picked them herself then came Aegon, Viserys, and Visenya, overall (y/n) had the castle of Dragonstone filled with children, 13 to be precise.
Rhaenyra was painfully aware of how those babies came to fruition, Daemon's thirst for his wife was evident and he did not even consider giving Rhaenyra the courtesy of hiding, Rhaenyra had lost count of the times she had walked in on (y/n), and Daemon lusting after one another at all hours of the day and any room that was close to them, she sometimes wondered if the legends of Rhaenys being the favorite wife of Aegon made Visenya go through what Rhaenyra was also experiencing, is that mayhaps the reason behind Rhaenyra identifying with the warrior queen?
As (y/n) and Daemon stood by Rhaenyra at court, defending her and consulting her on important matters, painting the picture of a happy marriage with two spouses that supported her revolutionary claim, the realm expected Rhaenyra to bare a child as well, (y/n) was producing heirs one after the other, Rhaenyras womb laid empty since Daemon did not spend not even one night in her chambers.
It was the first time in years that the three of them had stepped foot in kings landing, Vaemond had called the court to usurp Lucerys from his claim at the driftwood throne, naturally, all 13 of their children were present along with the three boys from Rhaenyras previous marriage, (y/n) insisted that it would show how United they are and having that strong of a number on their side would scare off any other accusations.
A solid plan, until Ser Vaemond decided to protest against the king affirming young Lucerys as the successor for the driftwood throne.
“You run your house as you see fit, but I would rather die than let that boy take over my family’s name, parading around because you are too blind to see the truth”
“You dare question the decision of a king?”
“Look at them, all thirteen of them hold the characteristics of old Valyrian, true born heirs that I would happily accept as mine even though they came from a womb of a commoner, and you ask me to accept these three boys as Velaryons? It is blasphemy”
“You are certainly bold Ser Vaemond, you have the nerve to call me a commoner when I hold the future queen and the brother of the king as my spouses, my children are not thirteen, but sixteen, and all of them hold their names with pride, it saddens my heart to see that the thirst for recognition has turned you to this low of antics”
“Her children are BASTARDS! and she. Is. A. Whore”
“Pity, you had such great potential”
As (y/n) finished her sentence Daemon had taken the liberty to end Ser Vaemonds life, a clean cut through his head right above his tongue with the great sword dark sister, causing most people to gasp while (y/n) smirked and watched the body fall on the well-polished floor.
“No one disrespects our family”
“Disarm him!”
“No need, my love”
Daemon stretched his hand to his beloved (y/n) who only turned to pinch Lucerys cheek before she took her husband's hand to walk away, only to halt and turn around again, looking back to the rest of her family members.
“Rhaenyra”
Rhaenyra was grateful for (y/n)s graciousness, there was nothing that she could hold against her, she was loving and caring to her three boys, she would listen to Rhaenyra about any concerns for hours and even now she defended and included her in front of everyone.
She should be satisfied with such, still a thorn stuck in her heart and pride making Rhaenyra feel second best when it came to Daemon's heart, it has always been (y/n), (y/n) carried his offspring’s, he gave up everything for her, took her away and gave her a life full of gifts and love, the finest of any kind was reserved for (y/n).
“Pardon my intrusion, the princess is requesting Prince Daemon in her chamber”
“It is late, can it not wait?”
“Sweetling, the poor girl cannot know, go to her, I will be waiting for you”
“Fine, take your nightgown off for me, I want us to get straight to it when I get back”
Daemon whispered deviously before he planted a passionate kiss on the lips he most adored, reluctantly pulled away with an audible gruff and followed the servant girl silently, wondering what was so important that he had to leave his precious bed and his lustful wife right in the heat of the moment.
Rhaenyra paced back and forth with impatience written all over her demeanor and face, Daemon always had an influence over her, making her feel like a little girl again, though this was a different type of anxiety, once Daemon entered the room and the servant gave them their privacy Rhaenyra took a deep inhale through the nose to ease her nerves.
“I hoped to confront you over our marriage”
“What of it?”
“Do you truly think everything is fine or are you just blind?”
“I and my wife have honored our vows”
“That is the problem, you and your wife, it has never been just your vows”
“When you wed us you were to understand your place when it came to me and (y/n), I never used her as a surprise, you called for our aid and we generously offered it”
He was right, Rhaenyra had never been blindsided by them, (y/n) was a staple of their marriage, (y/n)s strive for the legitimacy of her children was the only reason Daemon allowed their wedding to happen, (y/n) had drank for Rhaenyras cup just as daemon had, binding their hands together and swore loyalty and devotion to their future queen.
As a woman Rhaenyra felt cast aside, this marriage was an insult to her pride, and having to bare through a birth of a child one after the other with a smile on her face was a twist of a knife in her wound, while her womb lay empty.
“You refuse to spend time with me, alone, you only show up with your children-“
“Our children, (y/n) and I call your sons our sons”
“At court yes”
“Are you questioning our actions? I did not have you to be as dim-witted as you seem right now, (y/n) called Lucerys her trueborn son in front of everyone, I took a man’s head for insulting you and our house and yet you stand before me and claim it is not enough for your liking?”
“I stand here to remind you that we have yet to produce a child, you can kill as many men as you wish, and (y/n) can scream it at the top of her lungs but that does not change that everyone sees her parading her belly and call her the realms mother while my womb rottenness under this wedlock”
“Rotten? Alright then, let us entertain this and say you bare my child, a silver-haired beauty that the realm will welcome, has it crossed that brilliant mind of yours that this will be more of a scandal for your three boys?”
“My sons are Targaryens”
“No doubt about it, but certainly they do not look like the part, in comparison to their brothers and sisters they look more like (y/n) than you”
“You are not refusing to lay with me to hush the rumors, you simply do not have the urge for it, I remember a time that you did, mayhaps it was the image of a gullible girl that kept you going”
“Listen and listen well, wife, (y/n) is my eternal love, the woman that took me in her arms and showed me life, you are my blood, I protected you, I defended you, I offered you sanctuary just so you can once again have something to complain about, well that is it, if you dare to summon me again for such idiotic matters I will grab my brother by the neck and force him to annul the marriage do you understand?”
Daemon was furious, as he spoke he started taking steps towards her, to the point that her back found the wall and Daemon was inches away from her face, hissing out the threat of annulment like a snake that released poison to its prey.
Rhaenyra had never experienced such hostility from Daemon, to say she was shocked was an understatement as her eyes frantically tried to find focus on his, daemons eyes were filled with fury, Rhaenyra had crossed the line in his mind, (y/n) had been kind and honorable to the princess, doing her duty like a proper lady wife and Rhaenyra scoffed at her, at his (y/n).
“Alright”
“Wonderful, now you must excuse me, I have some urgent matters that need my attention”
Beautifully written! This truly took me for a ride I love that reader was so smart and daemon's loyalty to her was amazing. If you do ever write more for this I will absolutely read it, I'm excited to see what could happen next.
“An Amati to be Worshipped” (Erik Destler |The Phantom of the Opera x Fem!Reader)
| Erik just can’t keep that mysterious demeanor about him when it comes to you. Or his temper. Or his lust.
| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, violinist!reader, (TW: stalker!erik, non con voyeurism, masturbation) questionable history/depictions of 1800’s French culture (I tried)
| picture source: shots from Ben Crawford & Emilie Kouatchou’s run as The Phantom & Christine on broadway
| 1k+ words
In one word Erik was miserable.
His truest obsession, his sweet violinist, was out sick and as such he didn’t get to peer down upon her from box five as she drew those elegant fingers across her bow and string.
He missed her sun worshipped skin like a starving man missed food. She stood out like the brightest star from the pit. Playing her violin like it came as easy as breathing, much in the way Erik himself played his many well versed instruments.
Watching the performance earlier that night had been truly disappointing. Not even Christine’s voice could make up for the lack of the melodic rises and falls that came from his violinist’s strings. It was a clear missing puzzle piece in the whole show. One that irked him down to his soul and made him vow to gut the hapless fool in your place while you recovered.
And he wanted to curse that too.
The newest stage hand had forgone cleaning up the stage after pre-rehearsal a few days ago and you, his greatest muse, had slipped and fallen.
Your decent from the stage to the pit had almost made him reveal himself from his elevated position in the rafts. You’d dropped so abruptly, so thoroughly, that you’d screamed. A wretched sound forced from your mouth that had made even Erik gasp and want to reach for your fallen form.
Erik himself, with that fear and fury still thriving through his very spirit, had only just come from doing what he promised when he saw the tears tracking down your face. He’d gutted DuBoi within an inch of his life, the worm wasn’t worth being taken to his torture chamber, and left him to rest for his remaining hours as he chocked on his own tongue.
He stomped through his passage ways now, in search of you of course. After avenging your ails he was near giddy to get back to what he’d taken up doing since your most unfortunate injury.
He rounded the narrow corner to your bed chambers in the sick bay and hummed lightly as his eyes finally lay upon your form.
You were exquisite.
He could watch you for hours, and did. With the opera house quieting down after the night’s lackluster show and Christine not being due for a lesson, his presence was not needed anywhere else as twilight descended.
You mostly read, books from Senegal that were in a French dialect he was too unfamiliar with to read easily, and worked on your music. That was always his favorite part of the night.
Whenever everyone retired to their shared quarters you would sneak off, usually to the roof, lean against the Angel statue and pull out your beaten pieces of sheet music to write on. You’d hand draw the measure lines with steady hands and the finest ink you owned and then you’d be off.
Many a night Erik had watched as you embarked on the painstaking, and very familiar, process of writing your own music. You wrote, playing on your violin to check your song, until your eyes started to droop and the sun began to peak in the horizon.
You’d cringe, sigh, laugh and celebrate on the roof at your melodies, good and bad, and Erik would watch and wish to celebrate alongside you. To help guide you into finding your musical voice. To embrace you in your combined cheer.
He longed like no other to feel the touch of another. Of companionship.
There’d been many nights that he’d fantasized of stealing you away. As far as he was concerned the light of mundane people didn’t deserve to be blessed by your darkness. A darkness that he’d cherish. That he’d compliment, even.
Your songs weren’t amazing by any measure, you were clearly a beginner, but they were yours and he lived to hear you.
He’d read you music, even hummed your baby masterpiece in his free time. Tweaked little bits and sung it to you until the subtle change in tune got stuck in your head and you’d put the tweaks to paper. Even twisting them again yourself to fit your song more preferably. He always liked your changes immensely, and was honored that you mixed parts of him into that bit of your soul.
You were doing that tonight, in fact. Last night he played a new idea on his own violin. Behind the walls as you’d slept he’d had the pleasure of serenading you and now that his melody had sneaked into your subconscious mind you were writing away.
Erik closed his eyes as you began to play. Even bedridden without an audience, and your own choppy tune being strung together, you were amazing.
He listens to you for hours. Ear practically up against the wall Erik stays up and then subsequently falls asleep with you.
When he wakes he can tell the sun hasn’t risen yet by the dead silence that meets him but he knows you’re asleep. When he rises from his seated position in the cramped pathway and looks through the peephole to the sick room he confirms his guess. The area is still lit but you yourself are passed out, having seemingly been in the midst of playing until the moon’s siren song pulled you under.
He watches you silently. Eyes tracing your figure. Your dark skin just about twinkles under the harsh lights. The yellow lighting of the gas lamp doesn’t do you justice and yet somehow you manage to enrapture him still.
Your shut eyes flutter as he looks upon you. A smile graces his lips; you're enchanting. He wants to be able to speak with you. To mark the creases of your smile up close. To trust you with the secrets of why he hides in the shadows. To feel what it'd be like to have and to hold you.
To feel you succumb to him.
Completely.
He can’t help it. Almost against his wishes his mind turns to thoughts of you beneath him. To the way your skin would yield to his hands and his to yours.
To the arch of your bodies pressed together and the sounds he would siphon from your plush lips.
It makes him squirm in place as he watches you with different eyes. Sinful ones.
His eyes travel down your body and instantly Erik knows how he’s going to spend the rest of the opera’s still hours. You’re allure too strong and Erik too weak for you.
Unable to tear his eyes away from your breasts, Erik can only desire the pleasure of the flesh having his sweet violinist would bring. Your satisfaction has long been made a priority of his after all. It would only make sense for him to satisfy your more…sexual needs.
Even though he could only dream of it currently.
He imagines himself in there now. How he’d start by putting his hand to your cheek, the first touch of another’s skin he’d have in decades. He closes his eyes as his breath stutters out of him.
He would challenge the very God Christine prays to every night, a fool's errand perhaps -but one he would happily embark on, for the chance to see the stark contrast of his skin against yours.
Once more he opens his eyes to gaze upon you. He imagines after he touches your cheek he’d let his fingers trace down your throat and sternum before pausing just above your breasts. Trembling slightly, Erik thinks of caressing and cupping them, of running his thumbs over your dusk nipples. Marveling at how lovely they felt in his hands. Of the gentle sounds you’d give him in return.
Not letting himself think, he lets his hands travel over his own body, cape falling to the floor as he unclips it. He pictures leaning down, putting his lips around your right nipple, and beginning to circle it with his tongue while gently pinching the left one.
He imagines the way your eyes would flutter as he stimulates you with his mouth. Tongue gently sweeping over the stiff peaks of your nipples as you sighed your satisfaction.
Thereafter is when he allows himself to fully succumb to his rampant imagination. All his dreams of whimsy coming through in his mind's eye.
He thinks of you waking up, of skilled dark fingers moving to gently lift his head up, of the smile you’d give him.
“Was last night not enough? Have you come back for more?”
“Whatever you will give me.” Erik sends his own smile back. An action his face is largely unused to but that he is happy to make happen for you.
Your fingers run over the top of his head, through the few skant hairs there.
“Then give me your full devotion,” you say and Erik’s heart sours before he’s going back to your chest.
He says, "With pleasure," and lightly bites your nipple, pleased to feel you shudder.
He’s had the pleasure of learning recently that you were extremely responsive to touch and by god does he wish to apply that knowledge.
Erik then allows himself to fully be given to conjured images of you giving way beneath him. To him delving between your folds and the heavenly noises you make for him.
The thought of you crying out his name is what finally has him spurting into his hands, stuttering gasps falling from his mouth.
When Erik next opens his eyes, the scene of you so beautifully coming undone seared behind his lids, there are tears stuck to his lashes and pooling in his eyes.
His breath hiccups from his chest as he relaxes his hold on his cock. The spent organ flopping onto his thigh.
Erik allows himself to gaze upon you once more, something near shame threatening to claw through him as a few droplets cascade down his cheek, before the morning settles and he is once again back to the reality of being known no longer.
A monster forever bound to his faith hidden in the looming loneliness of shadows as his only company.
Its only shining light being you.
NOTES: Ohhhhhhhh. I hope y’all liked this. I just live for Erik being a needy pathetic simp.
P.S: I won’t respond cause this is a side blog but I do like comments, you can leave one.
Summary: Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way.
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🔞 This series is explicit as fuck. Please heed the warnings in each chapter.
Part 1: Sweet, as he is, dating Steven, means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way. Or alternatively: You get to use that ankle restraint on Steven and sit on his beautiful face. | 9.2k words
Part 2: Something strange is going on with Steven. Or alternatively: how you fix your relationship by giving Steven the sloppiest office blowjob ever. | 9.2k words
Part 3: For the first time since that night, Steven sleeps over, but it might not be him you wake up with in your bed. Or alternatively: Marc makes a dramatic ass entrance. | 4.6k words
Part 4: Steven disappears and you fall into a rabbit hole trying to decode Marc’s secret message. Or alternatively: Marc needs to communicate better. | 8.1k words
Part 5: You try to befriend Marc with mixed results. Or alternatively: God this man is cranky. | 7.1k words
Part 6: You and Marc grow closer, but it’s a little more complicated than that. Or alternatively: Marc refuses to let dead fish lie. | 7.8k words
Part 7: Your subconscious is trying to tell you something important about the choices you have to make. Or alternatively: is it still a threesome if the two men are alters? | 8.2k
Part 8: You and Steven talk and you make a decision. Or alternatively: You spill the beans and things get messy. | 6.4k
Part 9: You and Steven finally reunite. Or alternatively: Marc is a dummy and makes questionable decisions as always. | 8.4k
Part 10: You and Steven try to get used to your new life together without Marc. Or alternatively: Marc is playing (the not ridiculous and totally mature version of) Hide and Seek. | 10k words
Part 11: You overhear things you were not meant to hear. Or alternatively: The girls boys are fighting. | 6.9k words
Part 12: You get more than you bargained for when you follow Marc out into the night. Or alternatively: 🎵 Fighting evil by moonlight. Winning love by daylight 🎵 | 6.2k words
Part 13: The end is the beginning is the end. Or alternatively: You finally get to have Marc’s beautiful face buried between your thighs. | 17k words
Fanart
The First date | by @guruan | Scene from Ch. 01
The Fish | by @guruan | Scene from Ch. 05
Goldfish | by @excitedcurtain864 | inspired from Ch. 06
The phone call | by @guruan | Scene from Ch. 10 (Spoiler-ish)
Ten extra minutes | by @guruan | Scene from Ch. 11 (Spoiler-ish)
Pancakes | by @guruan | Scene from Ch.13 (Spoiler warning!)
WARNING: RATED M, smut, death, mention of almost SA, act of violence, Themes of Religion, alcoholism
A/N: This will be my first GOT fanfic, I will being going along with the plot on the show with my own twist. I haven’t read the books so if I get something wrong or the plots are all over the place. Let it be. My story my rules. Please note comments are welcome. Enjoy! -L
Summary: Jon was told that his eldest sister, Y/n arrived to Castle Black. He was surprised when Y/n arrived with The Hound, Sandor Clegane.
Word Count: 11.9K
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Chapter Two
Months Later After The Fall
A cup of ale was given to Sandor by his father when he killed his first man. Sandor was only 12 and he gagged at the taste of it but his father told him to drink up since he was a man now. Sandor did what any 12 year old would do. He listened to his father and drank it all. He was 15 when he noticed the drinking was the only thing that helped him sleep. It helped him ease the nightmares he had of his older brother. As Gregor grew, the maids in their house disappeared along with a sister, he doesn't recall.
He has a rough time remembering anything before Gregor did what he did. It was like he had lost his memory after that but it came back in nightmares. Nightmares of his older brother shoving his face in the fire, horrible screams and sounds of a girl choking echoing in the hallways of their home. The news of his father’s death was said to be a “hunting accident”. When he was told of his father’s death it scared him because Gregor stood behind the maesters with a stone cold stare. No one mentioned the blood stain on Gregor’s trousers, no one even dared to say what they were thinking.
The drinking helped Sandor sleep and not care. He didn’t care what anyone thought of him anymore, not like when he was a kid. He didn’t mind the names or the snickering behind his back but he did have his moments. Sandor was just 16 when he was in a tavern minding his business and drinking by himself. No one dared to bother him but a drunken knight decided to bully him. He ignored the warning and walked towards Sandor shouting about his face. The knight was so drunk out of his mind that he didn't notice Sandor had a knife in his hand. The people in the tavern screamed while others stared in horror as Sandor rammed his knife at the knight's face repeatedly.
Sandor was on him, pinning him to the ground with his weight. He noticed the blood and chunks of brain had stained the white cloak the knight wore. Sandor scoffed at the sight of it. White cloak, a knight’s garment. The white signifies purity, virtue, and innocence. Knights are supposed to be good but all the knights around him were pieces of shit who used and abused their powers on the weak.
Being a knight was a dream for him when he was small. That dream broke and disappeared when Gregor was knighted by Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Sandor didn't understand it.
“How can he be a knight?’ He asked himself. His brother is a monster, evil with legs and a face.
The awful truth that Sandor learned was knights protecting the good and the unfortunate were all fake. In the real world it’s the strongest who survives, the strong prey on the weak to live. You need to kill to survive.
Sandor stopped when the knight's head was completely smashed. He wiped his knife on the knight’s cloak and rose up from the ground. He ignored the people around and sat back down to finish his cup of ale.
He learned that day he was pretty good at killing and he liked it.
When he became Joffrey’s guard, he started drinking more. Since he was paid well, he drank wine. Wine made him feel good and yearn for a woman's touch. He would spend his nights at a whore house where some rejects from little finger’s establishment stayed. He drank until he couldn’t feel the tip of his fingers anymore. He drank until he couldn’t see the woman’s face and paid for her time. He kept it simple and quick. Bend them over then have them bring him a pitcher of wine when he finished.
He would wake up the next day with a slight headache and cotton mouth but he slept the entire night without any nightmares. His eyes would open and stare up at the multicolor fabrics hanging from the ceiling of the establishment.
Sandor never told you but when he first talked to you when you arrived at King's Landing that night he drank and he dreamt for the first time in a long time. He dreamt of you and your sweet smile that you had given him when you saw him. The dream became a nightmare when Gregor appeared behind you. Gregor was going to kill you and Sandor without a thought grabbed his sword.
He shot up in a sitting position when he sliced Gregor’s throat wide open in his dream. It was the first time in his life he had dreamt or even thought of killing Gregor. Sandor was now bigger and stronger. He had more experience in fighting now. He knew if he tried his hardest he might be able to win against his brother. The only thing that was lingering on his mind was, when will it be his chance to get his revenge on Gregor.
Sandor found out that he might be able to defeat his brother when he protected Loras Tyrell from him during the Hand's tournament. A rush of energy came at him when he saw Loras on the ground, his brother was about to strike the younger man.
He did hold his brother off and King Robert commanded them to stop. Sandor was the only one who obeyed and kneel, showing his loyalty to the King. Loras thanked him graciously as Sandor stood up. He raised Sandor’s arm up declaring him as the winner. He saw you quickly rise from your seat beside your father and clapped for him. You cheered his name loudly, not caring who was looking at you. The crowd followed and cheered for him as well, making him tense up since these were the same people who ridiculed and despised him are now cheering for him.
He made a decision as he walked up the steps to take his place behind Joffrey. He was going to kill his brother and get revenge.
Sandor started to gain consciousness and he thought he was back in the whorehouse. He will wake up like always and see the multicolor fabrics hanging above him. Sandor opened his eyes and stared up and saw a wooden ceiling. He let out a hiss when he tried to get up, he couldn't do it. He looked at his surroundings for a moment. He realized he was inside of a wooden shack. Everything came rushing back in his mind at once. He fell off a cliff and you were crying over him as you tried to pick him up.
Y/n. He thought to himself. He let out a grunted as he tried to get up again but it was no use.
“You’re up.” Sandor's eyes widened at the sound of a man’s voice. He tried to sit up on the bed to see who it was but fell back down on the makeshift bed. An older man with a beard walked inside the shack with a small bowl and a cup.
“Y/n?!” Sandor called out in a raspy voice.
He looked down at himself to see his clothes were gone. He wore a brown tunic shirt. He was bare from the waist down under thick blankets.
“Wow! Relax.” The man said putting the bowl and cup on the small table near the makeshift bed when he saw Sandor trying to get up again.
“Where is Y/n?!” Sandor shouted as the men sat down on the bed with his hands in front of him showing Sandor he meant no harm.
“She’s eating supper now. She’s done with work.” The men helped Sandor sit up as he spoke.
“What?” Sandor said not understanding as he leaned against the wall.
“You should eat too.” The men said, grabbing the bowl.
“She will be happy that you’re awake. Poor thing was starving and tired. Told her I’ll feed you today.” Sandor watched as the man took the spoon from the table, he was about to feed it to him like he was a baby.
“I can fucking do it.” Sandor said, grabbing the bowl from the man’s hand. The man laughed while Sandor gave him a glare.
“She said you were a mean one.” Sandor quietly moaned as he drank the warm soup straight from the bowl. He was starving.
“Who are you? What’s this place?” Sandor asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I’m Ray. Some people call me brother Ray. We are here building a sept in the hills. We found Y/n in the mountains. Poor thing was crying and asked us for help. She offered to work in exchange.” Ray said with a smile as he looked around the small shack. Sandor frowned.
“What is she doing? What kind of work?” Sandor asked. Millions of thoughts were running inside of his head. Sandor didn’t believe Ray. He knew men like him. Sandor has always been good at reading people. Ray seemed to catch on what Sandor was implying and frowned.
Ray shook his head. “No! We really are building a sept. At first she would cook and clean. Clean clothes of the people here but some people thought it wasn’t fair because food and shelter was being given to you.”
“Y/n is something. She yelled at men twice her age and said she will work with them, cutting trees down just to shut their mouths.”
Ray rose up then made his way to the table filled with bowls and candles. Sandor watched as Ray started to mix some powder and made a paste. Sandor continued to finish his soup as Ray kept talking.
“Never seen a girl her size cut down wood before. I think she has been through a lot, she hasn’t said much about herself. Every time she’s chopping wood she said she imagines it’s the face of the people who hurt her.”
Sandor was lost for words. You haven’t left him. You kept your word and stood by him. You worked for him. Sandor felt his heart was about to burst as Ray kept talking about you.
“You gave us all a fright.” Ray said as he lifted the blanket up to Sandor’s knee. Sandor saw his leg was straightened out. He can see the nasty large scar across his knee. His knee bone was pushed back in and he was stitched up. The stitches looked red and angry but Sandor was happy about that. It means the wound is fresh and healing. Sandor held his breath for a moment when he tried to move his toes. Ray let out a chuckle when he moved them.
“Scared the fuck out of Y/n when you started to move them in your sleep.”
“You were in and out of death so many times. Never seen a woman pray so much like Y/n did by your bedside.” Ray said as he carefully spread some of the paste on Sandor’s knee. Sandor tried to keep a moan of relief when he felt the cool paste on his stitches.
Ray wrapped some cloth around his knee and covered him back up with the blanket.
“I’m glad you’re up.” Sandor watched as Ray grabbed the empty bowl from his hands and started to walk out of the shack. He looked over his shoulder at Sandor and told him he will tell you that he's up.
Sandor was left alone and he stared at his hands on his lap trying to wrap his head around the fact that he’s alive thanks to you. He looked up at the sound of someone running. He froze when he saw you by the door. You stared at him with wide eyes and a big smile. You looked different. You wore dark trousers with a beige tunic instead of your usual dress. You looked slimmer, and you looked like you had been out in the sun for too long.
“Sandor.” You cried as you walked inside and sat on the bed close to him. Sandor didn’t say anything when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him.
“I’m so happy you’re up.” You said looking at him, cupping his face with your hands. Sandor tried not to cry, he really did but you were there in front of him, alive and he was alive too.
“It’s okay, my love.” You whispered as you kissed his cheeks. You caressed his burned cheek while he looked at you.
“Thank you.” He softly said.
“Thank you.” He repeated as tears ran down his cheeks.
He kissed you gently and laid his forehead against yours. You pulled away when you heard him let out a sharp breath, he bore a grimace look on his face.
“Are you in pain? Ray said he put the paste on your leg. I’ll give you some milk of the poppy.” You said leaning forward to the table, grabbing a small vessel and the cup Ray had bought.
“Where did you get that?” Sandor asked as he watched you put a few drops in his cup. Medicine is not cheap.
“Ray took me to a town a few miles away. I have been chopping wood and selling them there. I got enough money for medicine.” He was about to take the cup from your hands when he froze at the sight of them.
He grabbed one of them when he noticed the bandage wrapped around your palm. Your hands were different as well. Not the hands of a lady anymore. Your hands were rough and you had dirt underneath your fingernails.
“It’s just cut. It’s healing.” You told Sandor as you gave him the cup and removed your hand from his grasp.
“Let me see.” You shook your head.
“Drink first. Please.” Sandor didn’t say anything.
“Please. I’m alright.” You said pushing the cup towards his mouth. Sandor didn’t want to anger you so he did what you told him. He was ashamed that you had to work to take care of him.
You told him about Ray and the group as you helped him lay back down. You told him how Stranger was outside as well. You didn’t have the heart to sell the horse and his sword, you thought if Sandor died then Stranger and the weapon would be a reminder of him. However you did have to sell his armor for a maester to come all the way up the hills to check up on him.
Sandor was drifting into sleep from milk of the poppy when he noticed he took almost the entire makeshift bed. He wanted to ask where you slept. He was going to ask when you started to hum softly to him. He felt your hands on his head, you brushed his hair with your fingers as you continued to hum.
Sandor got his answer in the middle of the night when he woke himself up from a cough. He opened his eyes slowly, still feeling the effects of milk of the poppy. He saw a small candle on the table near him burning. He looked around as best he could. He stopped when he saw you on the ground sleeping. He wanted to get up to get you in bed with him but he winced at the pain in his knee. You were in the corner with a pillow under your head and a blanket over you. Sandor can see you were holding one of his knives in your hand while you slept.
He tried to call your name out, trying to fight back the sleep but he lost and shut his eyes. Days passed and Sandor got better and stronger. He was in a foul mood every time you left for work and came back. You spoke to him telling him you did this for him because you love him.
“I know you would have done the same for me if I was the one in that bed.” You told him. Sandor nodded as he agreed with you.
Sandor tried to have you sleep in the makeshift bed with him. He had shouted until you laid with him every night. As soon as you heard him snoring, you carefully got off. You didn’t want to tell Sandor the real reason why you chose to sleep on the ground. Some nights you would sit on the ground by him and stare at the entrance of the shack.
Days turned into weeks and Sandor was finally able to walk with the help of Ray and a teenager boy named James who wasn’t afraid of him.
Sandor already had a reputation among the group and they weren’t to kin at the idea of the tall man with half of a burned face around them. Sandor walked a few steps before sitting back down. Ray told him it was normal and to have him walk more to get the strength of his legs back up again.
Sandor was up and walking in no time. The sept you were helping build was done. Sandor and you went with Ray along with his group to another place to do the same. Since the group changed location it wasn’t too far from the shack. Each morning, Sandor and you rode Stranger to work then back again in the afternoon to the shack to rest.
You ignore the talk and the stares people did whenever they saw Sandor and you. Sandor impressed many when he was able to carry a log by himself, a log that took at least five people to carry. Sandor began to chop wood and he made you get a job that didn’t require so much manual labor. You didn't want to at first, since you got used to the work but Sandor pleaded with you. You started to help the other woman with the cooking and the cleaning.
You ignored the snickering you heard behind your back from the women who talked about you being with Sandor. Some were afraid of him, while others were repulsed by his face and some were jealous of you for having a man like Sandor. Tall and strong is what you heard from them and for the first time it made you feel jealous.
Sandor and you have been traveling alone for so long that there weren't other people to make you feel that way. You knew Sandor wasn't like that, talking to other women or even looking at them. Even on the road and going inside of a tavern he never once looked at women.
The woman in the group wore dresses while you wore trousers and a shirt that Ray had given you. Your hair that was once brushed and braided is now tangled and greasy from being out in the sun and working. Insecurity and jealousy seeped into your body.
You were unaware that Sandor heard how the men spoke about you. Just like you, Sandor knew the rules not to fight and not to steal from each other. Sandor didn’t want to be the reason to be kicked out of this place. It was good, no one knew who both of you were, both of you had somewhere to stay and had food.
Sandor was surprised when Ray came around the corner and spoke out when he heard one of the men start to speak about you. “Perhaps if you pray hard enough to the gods, they will bless you with a lass like her. Hardworking and pretty.”
Ray looked over to Sandor who walked away to get another log.
“Y/n didn’t tell me what happened to you.” Sandor heard Ray behind him following him deeper into the woods to his chopping area.
“It was a fight.” Sandor replied.
“Wow, I don’t want to see what the other guy looks like.”
Sandor shook his head. “It was a woman. A tall, big fucking woman.”
Ray chuckled. “She wanted to take Y/n away from me.”
“Well, I’m glad she didn’t.” Ray walked closer to Sandor. “Me too.” Sandor said as he sat on a log stretching his leg.
“Many people say you came back from the dead. Some said it was fairies that healed you.” Sandor scoffs at the idea of little fairies over him.
“I know Y/n helped but it was up to you to survive. What made you survive? I didn’t have the heart to tell Y/n that you were done for. No man can come out of the state you were in.” Ray said.
Sandor thought about it for a minute, why was he still alive? Perhaps it was for you, to keep you safe. Before you, he was alive to have his revenge on his brother. “Hate or maybe I’m just a hard fucker to kill.”
Ray shook his head not believing him. “No, there's a reason. Gods aren’t done with you yet.”
“Heard that one before.” Sandor said as he remembered Beric telling him that the gods wanted him alive before leaving with you after his win. Sandor didn’t believe it at all.
“Why would the gods want me alive? I have done hateful shit before. You don’t know the things I have done.”
“If you are what you say then why is she with you?” Ray said, looking behind Sandor.
Sandor followed his gaze to see you walking towards them along with two bowls in your hands. “I believe you're alive for a reason.” Ray said, patting Sandor on the shoulder then left.
Ray greeted you as you walked past him.
“Hey.” You told Sandor as you passed him a bowl with rice and meat.
“Thanks.” Sandor said while you took a small leather wineskin off your shoulder.
“Your favorite, water.” You told him before giving it to him. Sandor snorted a chuckle, he was telling you this morning how he would chop every fucking tree in the forest for some ale.
You used your fingers to grab the meat and rice as Sandor took a drink of water. It’s been a while since he had ale or wine. He was alright without it just as long he was with you, he thought to himself. He closed the wineskin and looked down at the bowl. He was still thinking about those men talking about you. It wasn’t the first time he heard men speaking about you. In King’s Landing, he saw how men looked at you. He heard what the knights and lords said about you. The Lords were all over your father asking for your hand but your father kept telling them how you were already promised to another. He never found out who it was though and he didn't want to think of it. Another man with you, another man touching you and looking at you. He was able to give one look at the knights and scare them off but he didn’t know what to do about the men here.
He didn’t want to cause a problem. He didn’t want both of you to get kicked out. Ray seemed nice enough. Ray never looked at you like you were a piece of meat.
Sandor trusted Ray with you, he knew why Ray helped you heal him. It was after a tale Ray told to the group one afternoon. Ray had told the group that he had gotten into a fight when he was still in his misfit ways with a couple of smugglers. At the end, the smugglers sought out where he lived and killed his daughter because he wasn't there.
“ I can not bring back my daughter. I regret that fight so much but I know I can make a difference now. I can bring back a bit of good into this world.”
His story was cut short when three men rode into their camp looking for trouble. Sandor had gently pushed you behind him when the men started to stare at the woman of the group. He knew who they were, they were from the brotherhood and followed the Red God. They didn't recognize him, Sandor had longer hair that touched his shoulders and was much lighter in color. The beard that he kept short was now fuller. You hid behind Sandor, your forehead was pressed against his back as you listened to the men asking Ray if they had any gold or weapons. You gripped the back of his shirt when the leader of the men told Ray to be careful because the night is dark and full of terror.
Sandor didn't sleep that night, he stayed up with his sword in his hand in case they came. Ray told him that he wouldn't fight them because violence is a disease. He kept looking at the entrance of the shack. Sandor knew Ray was right about violence being a disease but it was the only way to make sure you were safe.
Ray helped you because you remind him of his daughter. Ray couldn't do anything to help his daughter but he was going to make sure to help you and he did. Sandor was alive, breathing and walking again.
Sandor swore to himself that he was going to do the same as you did for him. You helped him, you saved him from death. He wasn't going to let anything or anyone hurt you. You showed how much he means to you. You showed him everyday how much you loved him.
“I love you.” He mumbled without a thought. His eyes widened at his confession, he quickly turned away from you.
“What?” You asked when you heard Sandor mumble something. You were too busy eating to hear what he said.
Sandor shook his head and kept eating, avoiding your gaze.
“I want you to tell me if anyone is bothering you. Alright?” Sandor finally spoke after a few minutes. You looked over at him with a strange look. Did he find out?
“What are you talking about?” You asked softly, trying not to panic.
“I heard some of the men talking about you.” Sandor said, looking over you as you wiped one of your hands on your pants. You let out a small sigh of relief.
“I don’t know if I’ll need you to save me. I’m pretty good with an ax.” You said, giving him a smile. He didn't need to know, you thought to yourself. It was over, he’s safe. He is alive, that's what matters.
Sandor grinned at you. You were good that he had to admit, he had seen you chopping wood. At one point he had to leave when he got a hard on from just watching you. He got aroused by the look on your flushed face, the sweat dripping down your forehead and neck. He liked it, it reminded him whenever you rode him. Your body would be covered in sweat as you moved your hips, your breasts bouncing. Your sweaty face reminded him of the time he pounded you from behind. Your pretty face looked at him over your shoulder mewling with each thrust.
“The women talk about you too. You know?” You said as you brought a piece of meat to your mouth. Sandor shook his head at you as he ate.
“He’s the tallest man I've ever seen in my life. He’s so strong.” You said mimicking in a high pitch voice making him chuckle.
“Pretty soon I'll have to swing my ax to keep them away from you.” Sandor chuckled looking at you. He stopped when he noticed you looked a bit annoyed. This was new for Sandor, he had never seen this side of you before. You’re jealous and he didn't like seeing you like this. He didn't know what to do to make you stop feeling this. Sandor wasn't good with emotions, he knew that. You were the first person to ever make him feel something that wasn't hate. He was nervous about what to say, last time the words came out of his mouth without a thought. Those words back in the barn, he regretted because of the face you made when he mentioned your family.
In his mind he wanted to say, stop being stupid. I don't want those broads.
“There's only you, Y/n. I only want you.” The words that came out of his mouth washed away the insecurity and jealousy you felt. You looked at Sandor and saw he was being sincere, you looked away licking your lips.
“Y/n. Look at me.” Sandor spoke, you looked over at him. He had gotten closer to you.
“I only want you. You’re all I want.”
You bite your bottom lip as Sandor kisses your cheek. It’s been so long since you felt him, since you felt his touch. You wanted him so bad but you knew he had to heal. You didn’t want to hurt his knee but your fingers weren't the same as his, your cunt was used to his rough and large fingers. Your body craved his touch and cock. You yearned for him. It’s been months without him.
You felt Sandor kiss the corner of your lips. You dropped your bowl to the ground to kiss him on the lips.
Sandor dropped his bowl as well to grab you, he wanted to be closer to you. He wanted to feel you. “Are you sure?” He heard you asked him as you kissed his neck.
“Aye.” He said standing up from the log, pulling you up to follow him further into the forest. He didn't want anyone seeing you.
“You?” He asked. You nodded, “Yes please” He grins at your response.
He found a large enough tree to keep both of you hidden behind. He pushed you gently against the tree as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips. His hands grabbed your ass, squeezing it over your trousers. You let out a moan as he nipped your neck.
“Sandor.” You cry his name. His large fingers made their way to the rope tied around your trousers to keep them from falling down. He untied it and pulled your trousers off along with your boots.
He let out a moan when he came close to your mound, he kissed it. Enjoying the scent of your musk. He was about to eat you out when you begged for his cock.
Sandor felt himself grow hard at your words. You told him how much you missed his cock, and you missed how he fucked you. He quickly pulls his own trousers
down, jerking himself a bit.
Sandor manhandled you and picked you up roughly. Your back was against the tree, legs wrapped around his waist. Your fingers digging into his shoulder as he slipped himself inside of you. He groans as he feels your cunt on him. You were so tight, it’s been so long since he felt you. He was shocked how wet you were. You were wet just by kissing him.
He held you tight as he thrust inside of you. He held your ass in one hand while his hands held onto the tree.
“F-F-uc-k.” You cried into his neck as he fucked you. You heard Sandor grunting as he thrust into you hard and rough.
“You’re mine.” Sandor moaned into your ear. “You hear me?”
“Mine.” Sandor said as he felt you clench around his cock by his words. He hated hearing the other men talk about you. Didn’t they know that you were with him, that he’s yours and you’re his.
“You like that? Knowing you’re mine. You’re fucking mine.” Sandor grunted as he felt you cum around his cock.
“Yes.” You moan as he kept fucking through your orgasm. You held him tight as he reached for his climax. He let out harsh grunts against your neck as he fucked your cunt. Thrusting in and out rapidly, the sound of your ass hitting against his thighs can be heard.
“You little minx.” Sandor tells you as he feels your wetness dripping down his balls. Letting out a whine when you felt your clit against his stomach. The feeling of his happy trail rubbing against your throbbing clit made you lightheaded. You were about to cum for a second time.
“Say your mine.” Sandor cries out about to cum.
“I’m yours. I’m your woman.” You tell him out of breath.
“Only yours.”
You kissed him harshly and sloppy. Your tongue slipped in his mouth as you moaned. Sandor bit your bottom lip when he felt you cum again on his cock. He grunts as he pushes you completely against the tree. His hand leaves your ass to hold both of your legs open as he cums deep inside of you.
You ignored the pain of the tree bark digging your back as you felt Sandor cumming inside of you. You felt him thrust softly making you whine while he grunted.
“Fuck, Y/n.” Sandor says as he holds you. He moans as he kisses your neck. He held you against the tree for a moment. He held you, enjoying your warmth and scent. He had to stop to admire you. Your eyes were bright and your lips turned upwards in a smile.
He wanted to remember you like this. He wanted to say those three words again so you could hear him but fear filled him. What if he said it and he would wake up in that place again. He didn't want to wake up to see the multicolor fabrics on the ceiling.
He winces as he pulls out from you softly so he doesn’t hurt you. He brings you down to your feet. You lean against the tree, your cunt throbbing and legs wobbly. Sandor quickly pulls his pants up. He grabs his handkerchief from his back pocket to kneel down in front of you.
He looks up at you as he wipes his cum dripping out of you, he’s so tender as he wipes. Grabbing your discarded pants, he helps you to put them back on.
“Thank you.” You said as you sat down on the ground to put on your boots. He waits for you as he catches his breath while leaning against the tree. He looked around for a moment, he hoped no one saw. He knew he was going to kill someone if they mention seeing him with you fucking.
“I missed you.” Sandor heard you say as you got up and walked in front of him.
“Me too.” He said as you leaned against him, hugging him. You laid your head on his chest, he wrapped his arms around you placing his chin on top of your head. Sandor had come to be comfortable doing this with you, hugging you.
He wanted to tell you that you were the first person to ever hug him. He thought what his brother would say if he saw him hugging right now. Gregor, without a doubt would’ve punched him in the face and called him a pussy.
After some time both of you walked back to retrieve the bowls then back to the main camp. You talked to Sandor about what the people from the group wanted to build next.
Sandor nodded when you mentioned their plans, walking back to the main camp to bring the bowls back. You froze when you saw the body of a woman a few feet away from you laying on the ground. You looked over at Sandor who began to look around for anyone else when an arrow was sticking out of her chest.
You quickly began to sprint further into the camp and cried out when you saw the group was dead, all of them. Their throats had been split open, others had an arrow in their chest or in their head.
“Sandor!” He heard you cry out as he walked towards you. You were kneeling over James. The teenager had an arrow in his chest. He was gurling blood out of his mouth as he tried to speak. “They came back.” You looked up at Sandor who’s eyes darkened at his words.
“The men on the horses?” You asked as you held the boy's hand.
“Y-y-ye.” James tried to speak but his eyes closed. You looked up at Sandor and your face fell at the thought of Ray. He was the one who spoke to them.
“Ray.” You shouted looking around. Sandor quickly walked further to find Ray as well. You got up to follow him, you looked ahead to see Sandor standing still in front of the unbuilt sept.
Sandor heard you behind and turned around. “Don’t look.” He told you but you didn’t listen.
You cried as you saw Ray hanging from the half build sept. Sandor continued to stare at Ray. He didn’t deserve to die. He looked away from the body and kept looking around in case the bastards were still around. He had to keep you safe.
“We have to go.” Sandor told you as he grabbed your arm. Sandor needed to take you back to the shack, he will stand guard all night again.
“Aren't we going to find them?” You asked him, making him stop in mid step.
“What?” Sandor asked.
“I want them dead for killing Ray.” You told Sandor as your face grew angry with furrowed brows.
You wanted revenge. Sandor nodded, he wanted the same thing. Ray did not deserve it, not after everything he did for you and him.
“Let’s get our stuff first.” He told you.
Packing as fast as you can while Sandor got Stranger ready to ride, making sure his sword along with his ax was strapped on the horse. You wiped your tears quickly and walked out of the shack. You handed Sandor another pack. Sandor was about to help you saddle when you did it all by yourself. He sometimes forgets that you have changed. You weren’t the same lady that he left King’s Landing with. He noticed a knife strapped by your belt.
Sandor rode behind you on Stranger who let out a neigh as it began to walk out of camp. Sandor knew they couldn’t be far. The wounds on the people were still fresh. It was 20 minutes later when both of you heard people talking.
“Is it them?” You asked Sandor as he got off the horse first a few feet away from. Sandor grabbed his sword.
“Stay on the horse until we know for sure.” Sandor told you before walking towards them.
“Oh shit.” You heard from the other members of Brotherhood without Banners. You looked around to see them staring at you and Sandor.
“Clegane. What the fuck you doing here?” Thoros said, looking at him then at you.
“My lady.” You didn’t respond to him.
“Chasing the men who killed the group that was building the sept. We were helping build it. They killed a friend of ours.” Sandor told him.
“You have friends, Clegane?” Thoros asked, surprised.
“Not anymore.” Sandor snapped back.
“No need to chase.” Beric said then looked back at the three men about to be hanged in front of them.
“They did it. We are going to hang them.” Beric said. You grabbed the reins on Stranger, signaling the horse to walk forward.
“I’m surprised you’re still with Clegane, My lady.” Beric said as you got off Stranger and walked towards them ignoring Beric.
“Who killed him?” You asked the three men.
“Who the fuck killed the man in charge?” You yelled. The left one shouted it was the one in the middle.
“You fucker!!” The middle man shouted as he looked nervously at you and Sandor.
“I want him.” You told Beric who looked shocked.
“Give me this one.” Sandor said, pointing the one to the right since the man was eyeing you.
“My lady.” Beric spoke but you cut him off. “I want him. I’ll slit his fucking throat.” You grabbed your knife from your belt and Sandor was about to swing his sword.
“Whoa! Whoa!” Thoros said to both you and Sandor, stopping both of you.
“It’s the brotherhood's good name-“ Beric said standing in front of Sandor.
“Fuck your name. They are ours to kill. I have killed you once before. I’ll be happy to do it again.” Sandor cut him off quickly and got close to him, staring him down.
“These are our men. We will kill them. Lady Stark, this isn’t you.” You frowned at Thoros.
“These men killed our friend. Ray helped us, feed us and cloth us. These fuckers came and killed him.” You hissed looking back at the middle man who looked like he was about to shit on himself.
“Alright, we will give you two out of respect for your friend.” You looked over Sandor who gave you a nod.
Sandor raised his sword but was stopped by Beric who told him not to chop off a body part. Only hanging. You continued to stare at the man as Sandor cursed them out about being weak and how he would have killed everyone just to kill the three how he sees fit.
You sighed as you pushed the barrel softly so it could be longer for him to die. Sandor did the same, you heard Beric and Sandor talking behind you while the three men hanged to their death. All you did was watch them. Their faces turned red while their legs swung around. Sandor looked over at you when you didn’t move or even flinched when the legs of the middle guy got close to you.
What made you change? He thought. This had to be the first person you killed, right?
“Y/n?” You turned around at Sandor, he gave you a look.
“You alright?” He asked. You nodded.
He watched as you walked back to Stranger, the nod you gave him made him feel unease. He looked back at the middle and started to rip his boots off along with his belt so he could have his sword strap to his hip. He knew both of you would need better supplies for traveling up north. Both of you decided to continue the journey again to see Jon. He took the cape from the man next to him as well. Winter is coming and both of you have to be prepared for the cold.
Beric was kind enough to spare some food for you and Sandor. You kept to yourself as Beric and Thoros spoke to Sandor about the gods bringing them back together for a reason. Thoros looked over you and passed his pouch full of rum towards you. You thanked him with a nod and took a drink.
“What about you?” Beric said, looking over at you. His eyes watched you carefully then at Sandor. He was a bit worried that you had been this long with the hound. He noticed you looked different as well.
“What about me?” You asked, passing the pouch back to Thoros.
“You’re alive. Most highborn ladies aren’t cut out living like this.” You sighed at his words.
Sandor looked at you as you stared at the fire when you didn’t reply back to Beric. His words cut deep into you, you knew if it wasn’t for Sandor you would have died or worse kidnapped and raped. You would have been at the end of the cliffs sitting next to Sandor’s corpse if it wasn’t for Ray.
You shut your eyes as you kept seeing Ray swaying back and forth from the half built sept. You missed him. He was the only one who talked to you when Sandor was still sleeping. He stood by your side whenever you tended Sandor’s wound. He stood up for you when the group threatened to kick you for not contributing more when Sandor was still injured.
You felt so hopeless because you always needed someone to come to your rescue. You wished you could have protected Sandor from Brienne, you wished you could have saved Ray from being hung. You wished you were able to save your brothers, your mother and father. You were so weak and you hated yourself for it.
The only time you felt strong was that night Ray found you in the shack. Sandor was quick to place a hand on your back when you broke down in tears in front of them. Beric and Thoros stood quiet as you wept.
“I’m sorry. I miss Ray.” You told them as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand.
“I would have been dead a long time ago if it wasn’t for him and Sandor.” Beric nodded, giving you a sympathetic look.
“The gods have a plan for you as well. Think about it, you have come so far even with the help of them.” Beric said as he looked over at your shoulder when he noticed a few men from their group noticing you crying. They began to stare at you as they talked among themselves.
Sandor followed his gaze to the group a few feet away from them. Sandor moved closer to you. His legs practically pushed against yours. He was ready to kill any fucker that would come close to you.
“Why don’t you join us? Both of you. We need your help. Something is coming this way. We are part of something larger. We need good people to help us.”
Beric watched as Sandor passed a piece of jerky to you when you finally calmed down. Thoros and Beric shared a look. Sandor Celgane, the hound is being nice.
“I need to go to Jon.” You told them.
“Jon Snow, he’s Lord Commander of the night watch.” Beric said, making you smile at your brother's accomplishment.
“He’s the only family I have left. We were going to see him.” You didn’t know if your sisters were alive, Jon is your last resort.
“We want to go beyond the walls. Let’s travel together since we are headed in the same direction.” He suggested. You let Sandor decide, you knew he would pick what was best.
“Any of your men touch her. I’ll gut them alive.” Sandor said to Beric and Thoros.
“I do the same if they do.” Thoros admits looking between Sandor and you.
Riding alone was something you had to get used to quickly, they had extra horses since the hanging. You missed the heat Sandor gave when he rode behind you. You missed the conversations and being close to him. Sandor had told you that he would prefer to have you ride in front of him where he can see you. Beric rode beside you while Thoros rode next to Sandor. You couldn’t help but laugh as they bickered like children behind you.
Sandor swore that Thoros’ top knot was a wig while Thoros gave Sandor the nickname grouchy old bear. Vulgar insults were thrown at each other.
“Beric?” You called out to the man as you both rode next to each other.
“Yes, my lady.” He answered looking over at you.
“Do you truly believe in the gods?” You question him as you try to ignore the bickering behind you.
“I do. I have been dead 6 times and brought back.”
“I want to tell you something.” Beric looked at you worried but nodded.
“Sandor was hurt. Really bad and I felt his heart stop beating many times but he always came back. There was a woman in the group who said she saw the children of the forest. Everyone thought she was crazy but I didn’t. My father believed they were real but went extinct a long time ago.” You said remember the girl and how her face lit up when telling you stories about them. You felt sad when you remembered seeing her on the ground with her throat slit open. She was the only kind person to you beside Ray.
“She found me one day and said she spoke to them about Sandor. They gave her something. A flower, they told her to make a medicine out of it. A paste.” Beric watched as your eyes got teary.
“I did it and Beric it worked. Sandor had his bone sticking out his knee. I thought the scar would have never healed but it did. If you see it, it’s just a line now. I’m telling you this because I don’t know what to believe anymore. If the gods were real, why was my father, a good man, beheaded? Why was my mother and brothers murdered but I was spared?”
“The gods almost took Sandor away from me. They would have if it wasn’t for the children of the forest.” You said.
Beric was quiet for a second before speaking. “Y/n, it’s alright to feel conflicted about believing in the gods or something else. It’s what makes humans. Who knows why the children of the forest helped or why you were spared. I ask myself the same question everyday, every hour. Why me? Why am I alive? I’ll tell you something, I knew we were going to cross paths again, Clegane and you.” Your eyes widen by his words.
“I saw it in the flames. Us riding together going up north.”
“When I tell you, my lady. That we are part of something I was not bullshitting, maybe it’s the new god, old gods, every fucking god there is and the children of the forest working as one. Now that we are together, we need to find out why. ”
“You know, Ned talked about you a lot.” He spoke after a brief moment of silence.
“He loved you dearly. He always said that the new and old gods bless him with a child like you. The men and I didn’t think anything of it at first. We just thought it was because you were his first daughter but seeing you now alive after everything. I believe him now.” Beric told you, your heart grew heavy at the thought of your father.
“You girls done gossiping? Let’s set up camp?” Thoros shouted from behind.
Sandor and you sat together away from the group for some privacy. Sandor rubbed his hands together as he stared at the small fire a few feet away from him. He wanted to ask you something that's been on his mind for a while now. That night he saw you sleeping on the ground with a knife in your hand. He wanted to know what made you change while he was asleep.
“I can hear you thinking.” He looked over you, seeing you smiling at him as you stretched your legs. You were sitting on a log next to him.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, grabbing his hand that was on his knee.
“Have you killed anyone else?” He asked you, making you pause.
You wanted to lie and say no. You didn’t want to cause any problems but you knew Sandor would just know you were lying. You didn’t want to get him angry.
You nodded, “Aye, I have.”
Sandor turned to you with a look that made you remove your hand from his. You grew worried.
“You were still asleep and some man from the group thought he could have his way with me. He came one night.” Sandor frowned and started to breathe heavily.
“He tried to kill you first and I knew right then and there. If I didn't kill him right away we both would have been dead.”
“I remembered what you told me, aim for the heart. I grabbed a knife where I kept your sword and rammed it into his chest. I didn’t stop until I heard Ray calling out for me.”
“Your hand?” Sandor asked, grabbing your hand to see the healed scar on the palm of hand.
“He tried to kill you. I wasn’t going to let that happen. I grabbed his knife and pushed him.” Sandor traced the scar with his thumb.
“You changed, little wolf. I’m sorry. I wasn’t there to help.”
“Without your teaching, I would have been raped or dead.” You told Sandor.
Sandor was about to say something when you spoke something that was troubling you.
“I liked it. The killing. The look on his face, his blood, the scent of it. The power I felt and all I can see was Joffrey, Ceresi, the Freys, and fucking everyone who betrayed or hurted us.”
“I thought of your brother as well for hurting you.” You told Sandor as you looked at him nervously.
“I know you never told me but I know. Little finger told me. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“What else do you know?” Sandor asked, ignoring the apology.
“Your fear with fire.” You said softly. “I've seen it.”
Sandor nodded as he looked at you. He kinda already knew that you were aware about the story of his face but he didn’t know that you knew about his fear of fire. He tried to keep it hidden from you.
“The night of the battle of Blackwater. Everything was on fire and all I thought about was you. I was so scared that the fires would get to you in the castle.”
“You still want me?” Sandor asked nervously.
“What?!” You asked..
“Do you still want to be with a man who's afraid of fire?”
“Of course, I do.” You told him, going between his legs, kneeling in front of him.
“What about you, do you still want me? I don’t look like a lady anymore or act like one now.” Sandor grinned as he shook your head at your nonsense question.
“Your lady is a murder now?” You added.
“You aren’t! You protected yourself. It’s defense.” Sandor told you tugging you closer to him.
“I’m proud of you.” Sandor said with a nod. Sandor wasn’t a man of many words but he really was proud of you.
“So do I get a reward for keeping my man safe?” You asked as you pulled Sandor down to face you. You kissed scarred cheek making him chuckle.
Your man, Sandor, loves the sound of that.
“What do you want, little wolf?” He asked as your lips started to head towards his neck. He quickly looked at his surroundings making sure no one was looking. Most were already asleep or talking among themselves. He let out a soft whine when you pulled the collar of the tunic shirt down to kiss his chest, your fingers touching his soft chest hair.
“What does my little wolf want?” Sandor asked again as he grabbed your chin making you look up at him. He stared down at you with hooded eyes, you let out a shy giggle under his gaze.
“I want you.” You whispered to him. Sandor immediately leaned down to kiss you on the lips.
Snow started to fall and the air started to get colder as the group made their way up north Each day you got more excited to get to Castle Rock. You longed to see Jon. You wanted to hug him and tell him about everything. You wanted to tell him about Sandor. You hoped Jon knew something about your sisters. You hoped Sansa was alive as well as Arya. You forgave her a long time ago for wishing your death. You couldn’t be mad at her. Sandor took her friend's life but you understood that he did because the King ordered him too.
Death was something you thought a lot about even before Kings Landing. You were glad that your father told you about it when you were younger. He didn’t shield you from the world as your mother shielded Sansa.
“It happens to everyone. We must not fear death. For death comes to everyone.”
You told Sandor the exact same words that your father told you. It was after Joffrey showed you and Sansa your father‘s head on a spike. He found you on the balcony again later that day, Tears rolling down your face as you stared at your father and Sansa’s septon. The older woman was kind even when Sansa wasn’t.
He immediately gave you a handkerchief as he stood by you. You grabbed it, giving him a nod of thank you.
“You’re not afraid.” He said looking at you. You didn’t flinch like Sansa did when she first saw it. You repeated your father’s words to Sandor.
“Your father was a smart man.” You shook your head.
“If he was smart, he wouldn’t have gotten himself killed.” You said looking at Sandor who looked shocked at your words.
“He was up to something and he didn’t tell me. I don’t know why. I would have helped him. Now he’s fucking dead, leaving my sisters and I in this shit hole.” Sandor watched as you turned around to face the wall and played with his handkerchief in your hands.
“You aren’t like the little bird.” You chuckled at him and agreed. You were nothing like Sansa. She was mostly with your mother while you were closer to your father.
“Unlike her I learned how the world works at a young age. I learned what my place would be the moment I bled for the first time. That was the moment I realized that the stories I read when I was a child about kind, merciful kings and honorable knights were really just fantasy.”
Sandor listened attentively as you spoke. You were perhaps the only lady he ever met that spoke the truth and for some reason it made him feel sad. You weren’t a horrible person, you were kind to everyone, especially to him. You deserve the honorable knight and the kind and merciful king. He thought to himself. You’re tough and he liked it but sometimes it bit you right in the ass when it came with Joffrey. Sandor realizes at the moment near the bridge that he likes you and he will protect your sister and you from the monsters living in King’s Landing.
You knew you should have told Sandor something was not right with you as the days passed. You noticed your moonblood hasn’t started for a while but you didn't think anything of it. Your mother has told you when a lady is under tremendous stress and hasn't been eating properly. Her moonblood would often not come.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good meal or a good sleep. Sandor would give you his share but you always decline. You knew Sandor needed more than you. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger when both of you joined the group. He hunted for food at dawn with a man who was good with a bow and arrow. He chopped up the woods for the fires every night and morning. Sandor had you stay with Beric and Thoros most of the time.
You haven’t been able to sleep at night as much as you tried to snuggle with Sandor. Sleep wouldn’t come to you. You began to worry as cold chills ran through your body.
“What’s wrong?” Sandor asked when he saw you haven’t eaten your ration yet. You had placed the bowl on the ground as you hunched over near the fire. You tugged the fur cape around you when your body started to shake.
“I’m not hungry.” Beric overheard you and walked toward Sandor and you.
“What do you mean? You haven’t eaten this morning and last night.” Sandor knelt down to get close to your face.
“I don’t feel good.” You whispered as you felt the tears welled up in your eyes. You felt like shit, your body was aching. Your fingers and toes felt like they were going to fall off from the cold.
Sandor stood up and looked over his shoulder to see Beric walking towards him.
“She’s sick.” Sandor told him as Beric got closer.
“Fuck, we past by the only town five days ago. It should be a week until we reach the wall.” Thoros came walking in listening to them.
“I didn’t see a maester in the town we passed.” Thoros told them since he was the one gathering supplies for the group. Sandor let out a sigh, he didn’t see one either but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one for sure.
Sandor came back to you, kneeling down in front of you again as Beric and Thoros stood a few feet behind him.
“Y/n.” Sandor said your name softly trying to catch your attention but you kept staring off into the distance.
“We are a week away from the wall. The town we passed by was five days ago. We don’t know if there is a maester in that town for sure. Are you able to hold on for a week?” When you didn’t answer he grew nervous. He noticed you were dozing off.
“What do you want to do?” He asked, cupping your face trying to get your attention.
“I don’t feel so good.” You mumbled. Sandor felt his stomach drop when he touched your forehead, you had a fever.
“I’ll go back to town and come back as fast as I can.” He said as he got up. His words snapped you right out of your disorientated trance.
“Don’t leave me. Please.” You pleaded, grabbing his hand.
“I’ll be fine. We keep moving forward.” Sandor looked over to Beric and Thoros. You took a deep breath and rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hand. You didn’t want to be away from him.
“Try to eat something.” You shook your head. “For me.” Sandor pleaded.
He grabbed your bowl of warm soup and he sat next to you. Sandor tilted the bowl in your mouth so you could drink straight from the bowl. You didn’t realize you had slept after he fed you. The men from the group watched as Sandor warmed you as you slept, rubbing your arms and back as you leaned against him.
The second day you weren’t able to ride anymore. You were looking ahead when you felt lightheaded. You let go of the reins and fell off your horse onto the cold snowed ground. Last thing you heard before passing out was Sandor yelling your name. The group knew Sandor was at his last wits when you still hadn't woken up on the fourth day. Sandor wiped the sweat off your forehead and kept the fire burning near you. He rubbed your freezing hands with his warm ones. They helped Sandor, carrying you up to get on top of Stranger, Sandor kept one arm around you so you wouldn’t fall off as they kept riding to the wall.
The fifth day, the weather was horrible. The cold wind blew harshly and the horses were growing tired. Beric decided they should set camp when one of the men in the group announced he knew a small cottage ahead. Sandor kept quiet when the familiar cottage came to his view.
Sandor wanted to keep going for your sake but another harsh wind blew and it made him shake. He had given his only fur to you but the fever was growing stronger. Sandor would be up until dawn wiping the sweat from your face. Every hour he would place his head on your chest to hear your heart making sure you were still alive.
He would be anxious as he held you closer to the fire during breaks. His eyes would look away from the flames and stare down at you. He had to be close to the fire to warm your hands and feet. Beric noticed the look Sandor had whenever he was near the fire. He offered to hold you near the fire but Sandor would always tell him to fuck off.
At night he hugged you from behind as he sat on the ground. His back against the tree while the small fire Thoros had made for him was near him. Sandor’s body shook behind you, his forehead pressed against the back of your head. He didn’t want to look at the fire not while he was this close to it.
He knew he had to get over his fear for you, every night he tried his best. He wasn’t going to let you freeze to death so he knew he had too. He tried his best to calm his shallow breathing. He shut his eyes and his mind tends to wander off that night in the tavern where you confessed your love to him.
He didn’t understand why you were sick. Beric and Thoros threw around ideas about your illness. Something you ate, perhaps the water. Ideas were said but in the end they weren’t maesters, they didn't know much. Sandor held you tighter when they got near the cottage. He wondered if the farmer and daughter were still there.
“Let’s stay for the night.” Beric said, the group agreed. Thoros held the door open as Sandor carefully carried you inside. Beric grabbed the blankets from the packs to lay it on the only bed in the room for you.
The rest store the horses in the stable for the night, one by one they enter the small place. Thoros started a fire in the fireplace. He looked over at you in pity as you slept. He shut his eyes and recited a little prayer for you.
“The weather will set us back at least three days.” Beric said as Sandor took off his cape to drape it over you. He sat at the corner of the bed with a sigh.
“I wonder where the farmer went.” Beric said loudly as he placed his pack on the table looking around at the place.
Sandor kept quiet, ‘somewhere safe.’ He thought. At that moment, he looked over to you when you started to moan in pain as you moved around in the bed. Sandor was quick to get up and lean over you. He called your name out as he grabbed your hand but as soon as he did you stopped. Sandor took a deep breath as he tried not to get angry. He felt so useless that he couldn’t help you.
“I can go to the wall now. I’ll take my horse and won’t stop until I bring a fucking maester back here.” Sandor said. He was about to take his cape when Beric shook his head.
“You won’t make it, not in this weather. Be realistic.” Beric told him. Sandor grew mad at his words.
“Then what the fuck do I do?! She hasn't woken up in days. She hasn’t broken the fever. What do I do then? Why don’t you ask your fucking lord of light?” Sandor hissed at him.
“You said we were part of something but she’s dying now.” Sandor cried out as he looked between Beric and Thoros.
“It was probably just a fucking lie you told us. You knew since she’s a Stark that Snow would grant you access to pass through the wall. So you can do whatever the fuck your lord told you to do.” Sandor said.
Sandor didn’t notice but Beric flashed a look of anger. He wouldn’t have done that to Ned’s daughter, he respected him. He respected you.
Thoros looked away from the fire then at Sandor. “Clegane.” He called out.
“Come here. I want to show you something.” Thoros said when Sandor didn’t move Thoros told him, “Don't worry, the fire won’t bite.”
Sandor rolled his eyes as he took a deep breath. If it wasn’t for you being sick he would have killed everyone in this room. He can imagine you trying to calm him down.
“It’s my fucking luck. I ended up with a band of fire worshippers.” He said as he stood up and walked towards Thoros.
“Almost seems like divine justice.” Beric spoke, making Sandor scoff as he stood a few feet away from the fire.
“There’s no divine justice, you dumb cunt. If there were, then you would be dead and Y/n would be well.”
“Look in the flames.” Thoros said Sandor shook his head.
“I don’t wanna look in the damn flames.” Sandor answered back. Thoros sighed.
“You saw me bring him back from the dead after you killed him. Don’t you want to know what gave me the power?”
“Well, I keep fucking asking and no one wants to tell me.” Sandor answered, looking at him and Beric.
“We can’t tell you. Only the fire can tell you.” Thoros told him Sandor rolled his eyes as he walked closer towards the fireplace.
“What do you see?”
“Logs burning.” Sandor blatantly said.
“Keep looking.”
Sandor was thinking about pushing Thoros into the fire for a second but he relaxed and kept looking. He watched as the flames grew. Sandor felt the hair on the back of neck stand up when he saw an image of ice, a wall of ice, the wall that meets the sea. He held his breath when the images started to move.
“Ice, the wall that meets the sea. Thousands of dead people are marching past.” Beric rose up from his seat and walked toward him.
Sandor flinched when the log broke and the fire got bigger. “There’s a wolf.”
Beric and Thoros look at each other. “A big fucking wolf on a mountain staring at me.”
Thoros was about to speak when you started to cough. The men jumped at the sound of it. Sandor quickly walked over to you.
“Y/n!” He calls your name out as Beric hands him a pouch of water.
You felt Sandor’s warm hand on your face as he helped you pour some water in your mouth. You greedily drank the water. You opened your eyes to see Sandor staring down at you worried as he wiped your mouth with his thumb.
“Sandor.” You say his name. “I’m here.”
Sandor can see your chest heaving, you were moaning in pain as you laid back down. He grabbed your hands with his.
“I saw my father.” You croak out.
“And mother and Robb.” You cried to him.
“I miss them so much.” You sob. Sandor bit his bottom lip hard to not cry with you. The sight of you sick and crying. He didn’t like it one bit. He felt so hopeless.
“Tell Jon I love him.” Sandor heard you say. He shook his head and he squeezed your hands.
“You’ll tell him yourself, you hear me. We are almost there.” Sandor tells you firmly. Sandor feels your hands shaking in his. He brings your hands to his mouth and blows into your hands trying to warm you up.
“I love you.” You whisper at him, Sandor freezes when your hands go limp in his grasp. Sandor was quick to lay his head on your chest when your eyes closed. He can still hear your heart beating, it was slow. The group of men stayed silent as they heard soft sniffling from Sandor. They were smart enough not to say anything, for they knew Sandor would kill them for even speaking about you. Sandor laid with you on the bed keeping you warm, he couldn’t stop the silent tears rolling down his face.
Beric was right, the storm caused them to delay for three days. Sandor walked those three days as Stranger pulled the wagon they found in the barn. You laid there with furs and capes given to you by the men of the group. They were 10 miles away when one of the wildlings found them. Sandor had told them who you were and they were quick to let the group in.
summary: lucerys velaryon witnesses a moment he should've never laid eyes upon.
warnings: explicit language. fluff and girl dad!aemond. aemond also spits sexy poetry at his girl. uhhh lucerys signing his death warrant maybe???
notes: hehehehe i'm enjoying this pairing SO MUCH GUYS
part one | masterlist
It is Lucerys Velaryon, three and ten, that catches onto the relationship, though it was by honest mistake on his part. Or a stupid decision, perhaps. He never meant to lay eyes on such an intimate yet indecent moment.
The dinner held an hour before was an embarrassment to his family, that he understood quite well. It was wrong for him to provoke his uncle into a fury and, even worse, to allow his temper to flare past reasonable judgment. His right cheek still throbbed where his uncle Aegon slammed him hard against the table, nicking his browbone with the edge of the plate. But it was the look his mother gave him that seemed to float before him in the hallway’s darkness, against the very stones of the Red Keep.
She was disappointed in him, very much so. Daemon too, probably.
Lucerys felt the great need to apologize.
It clambered up his throat and settled deep within his head, causing his stomach to roil and fingers to tremble.
He needed to apologize.
So he stands before his uncle Aemond’s chamber, counting his breaths in some wretched attempt to steel his nerves. One, two, three….four, five, six….he repeats in his mind, over and over, as his knuckles ghost over the door…but then he notices the slight crack between the two doors. His eyebrow raises. It is large enough to peer inside, where he hears a soft voice, young and feminine.
His mother always did say he was naturally curious during boyhood, but she also would say that curiosity killed the cat, and snooping was a nasty habit for a realm’s prince to pick up. Against his better nature, Lucerys leans in for a small peak.
Lucerys recognizes her as his uncle’s personal handmaid- a young maid, fair and cheerful and beautiful. She smiled at him in the earlier hour, at both him and his brothers, when she passed by the three carrying a handful of freshly washed linens. He remembers it quite well, actually. Despite being clothed in plain servant rags, he had thought she was absolutely lovely. And she had been the only one to spare him a sliver of kindness, no prudence.
He saw her again later in the day, trailing after Aemond. His handmaid, Prince Daemon mumbled to his mother, a smirk on his lips. Ah, but a maid of her beauty does not stay one for long. His mother ignored that, and he tried to as well.
Inside the room, he sees the pretty handmaid rocking in a chair, clutching a tiny babe to her chest. Back and forth, forth and back.
No, he soon realizes, dark eyes widening. The babe is feeding from her breasts. Was she a wet nurse as well? Lucerys tilted his head at the thought. She did not look old enough to be considered one, the majority being well in his senior. He watches as she continues rocking, singing a lullaby beneath her breath before bringing the babe’s plump face to her lips for a kiss.
“The Mother gives the gift of life, and watches over every wife. Her gentle smile ends all strife, and she loves her little children….the Crone is very wise and old, and sees our fates as they unfold. She lifts her lamp of shining gold to lead the little children….”
His uncle then steps behind her, leaning to kiss her brow before her lips. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Lucerys hears the handmaid say, smiling up at Aemond. He grins, nodding. “Absolutely beautiful. A mirror of her mother, I’d say,” and he kneels to one knee beside the chair, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. He kisses the bare skin there- once, twice, thrice, and his mouth moves, but Lucerys cannot hear what he is telling her.
Whatever it is, though, it makes his handmaid giggle and shy away, shifting her gaze back on the babe.
“Are you happy?” she asks.
His nuncle sighs. “My girl, my love, I’ve told you before- I love anything and everything you give me,” and he reaches forward to take the babe in his arms, cuddling her close, “-but you have answered my wishes. You have given to me the most beautiful daughter, with your eyes and enchanting smile and nose.” Aemond glances at her, then bring her palm to his lips and mumbles against it, “And I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I have only done my duty, my prince. I am, as always, your humble servant.”
Aemond rolls his eye. “If I could give it, the realm would be yours, and you would rule as its queen. No more a fucking servant.”
The handmaid shakes her head, laughing as she leans back in the rocking chair. “I have no need for a realm; I’m quite content in having your bed and children as mine, my love.”
Ah. His uncle Aemond One-Eye has bastards. How many, Lucerys does not know, but the babe swaddled within Aemond’s arms is his and the handmaid’s, no doubt. He wants to let out the bark of bitter laughter bubbling inside his chest, to scream at the heavens and curse out any listening gods, before running to tell Jacaerys and Lady Baela and his Rhaena. Lucerys turns his attention back to his uncle. How dare he mock his bastard origins when he himself is fathering his own handmaid’s children.
To the health of my nephews- Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…strong. ‘Twas only a compliment…do you not think yourself strong?
How dare he act any better. How fucking dare he. Aemond’s words did not wound him as much as before, not with the bastard baby lying in his arms.
It leaves Lucerys’s head pounding to the same beat as his heart. Bum. Bum. Bum. But then his breath hitches in his throat when his uncle lifts his head up, a lone purple eye meeting his own. Aemond gives him a cool stare. Dead. Dead. Dead. He rises to his feet, gently resting his daughter back in her mother’s arms, before standing in front of his handmaid, barring any further view of her.
“Aemond, what is it?”
Lucerys quickly pulls back from the door, stumbling and falling on his ass. All he can hear now is his heart hammering in both his ears and his uncle’s heavy footsteps looming closer and closer. “Aemond?” the handmaid’s voice calls out, loud and honeyed. “Where are you going?”
To murder me, the prince thinks, jumping to his feet. He turns to sprint down the hallway, braving only one final glance over his shoulder. What he sees terrifies him.
Aemond stands at the door, staring at him with a narrowed eye. The same glare he gave him during the dinner, cold and filled with pure animosity. If the Stranger was to be a mortal man, Lucerys would believe him to be his uncle, especially at this moment. There is a message twisted in his sharp features, in the furrow of his brows, the sneer curled on his lips, and the dagger clasped in his hand.
He won’t live much longer, less if his tongue shares what he witnessed tonight.
hi hi!! i love your writings so so much ♥︎ i was wondering if you could write an Ethan Landry x reader where, similarly to sidney and billy, the two are sweetly kissing in her room and his hand trails along her thigh but she pushes it away because she's too nervous and insecure. However, her phone rings at the same time (ethan's familial affiliations with ghostface) and she casts him an uncertain look before she reaches for it to turn it off because we are not dumb and they go back to sweetly kissing. however, unbeknownst to the reader, ethan's eyes linger on the phone when they're kissing and it rings again, she goes to turn it off but he insists he answer and tell whoever the "stranger," is to basically go away and stuff, but he goes to the other room / the hallway to do it. reader is nervously fiddling with her skirt or pants and pondering over what might've happened if she wasn't nervous to take their kissing further, and while she's doing that, she notices ethan is gone a while. she goes to look for him, but upon opening the door, ghostface is there and she gets attacked and screams and all chase scene blah blah blah BUT EVENTUALLY ETHAN COMES BACK BECAUSE GHOSTFACE SUDDENLY DISAPPEARS LIKE IT USUALLY DOES AND SHE'S SCARED AND CRYING AND HE COMFORTS HER WHILE MAKING AN EXCUSE AND SAYING HE WENT INTO ANOTHER ROOM OR SOMETHING ON THE PHONE? im so sorry if this is too long!! you don't have to do it if you don't want to <3
RAHHH THIS IS SO GOOD ANON!! I would love to and ty for being so kind, lovely!! hope you enjoy :) complete side note but since I’m new to writing we are all gonna have to bare with me and these titles cause I’m genuinely clueless when it comes to them. I’m honestly just gonna start pulling words from the asks and use them as titles for rn LMAO 😭
BITTER SWEET
PAIRING: Ethan Landry x fem!reader
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend and you are having a night to yourselves when Ghostface decides to interrupt and your boyfriend is looking mighty suspicious
WARNINGS: DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS!! Stabbing and Knives but I don’t think anything too heavy
It was perfect. The gods were really on your side tonight. It started with Ethan taking you out on a nice dinner date, you guys talked and laughed. You honestly think you talked more than you did eat. He was just so sweet the whole night. And now you were both back in your room slowly and passionately kissing. He was the perfect boyfriend in your eyes. It was all going so well until he made a move you weren’t ready for.
As you guys were making out with you on his lap he slowly moved his hand from your hip to your thigh. His hand going under your skirt and that’s when you panicked and jumped back breaking the kiss. He looked worried “I’m sorry did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to-“ he said looking straight at you with his puppy dog eyes. “Nono it’s not your fault” you bit your lip before you spoke again. “I just im not really sure if I’m ready yet” you said while playing with the hem of your skirt avoiding his gaze. He opened his mouth to respond before your phone started ringing.
You shoot him an apologetic look before reaching to your nightstand and grabbing your phone. ‘Unknown Caller’ Your face scrunches up before declining the call. “Who was that?” he asked softly. “Unknown Caller, it’s probably just a spam call. But anyways Ethan I’m-“ His thoughts start racing. Unknown Caller it couldn’t be them could it? He told them to stay out of his love life. They weren’t planning anything right? He doesn’t know what would happen if you found out- “Hellooo? Ethan, are you listening?” You say looking at him, your head tilted. “Oh, no I’m sorry” he says embarrassed. He shouldn’t be bothered, I mean the chances of them actually coming after you are low? Right? You laugh softly before bringing yourself closer to him.
“Can we start over? I’m sorry for freaking out on you. I just wanna kiss you” you smirk before climbing back into his lap. “Yeah, just as long as you’re sure.” He said with a quiet voice and soft smile. “I’m sure. Are you? You seem distracted?” You respond. “Yeah, I’m alright I promise.” You looked into his eyes, his beautiful addicting eyes. Your lips are just inches away before he slowly starts to lean in and you do the same. You wrap one hand around his neck while the other is gently combing his curls. He sighs into the kiss as you both start to make your way to where you previously left off. He treasures soft moments like this. He treasures you.
But he can’t help but think about the phone again, what if they do come after you. He had opened his eyes without realizing it just staring at the phone like it would give him some answers. You had moved to give soft kisses to his neck before your phone rang again. He froze, he had a really bad feeling about this. You groaned as you grabbed your phone again. “Unknown Caller?” he asked his voiced sounding a bit nervous. “Yeah, I’ll just hang up-“ you said reaching for your phone before he stops you.
“No um here let me handle it.” “What?” you asked a little confused. “I mean, it’s probably just a prank I can tell them to fuck off for you.” You giggled before agreeing “Okay yeah sure” with a confused look but sweet smile on your face. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” he kissed your forehead before leaving the room. It seemed weird. Why would he want to answer it? He was acting strange. You had a million thoughts and you started to feel bad for not going all the way with him. You were hoping you didn’t ruin anything. Lying on your back you played with the hem of your shirt, lost in your thoughts. You looked at the alarm clock on your nightstand wondering how long it had been since he left the room. You waiting a few more minutes before getting up to go and check on him.
You slowly opened the door hoping to be met by Ethan only to be met by Ghostface. You screamed in horror as you went farther back into the room trying to look for a weapon. They just stared at you, waiting for you to do something, anything. Basically trapping you in the room. You quickly grabbed a vase that was on your dresser and threw it at them while making a run for the door. You stunned them but they slightly slashed your leg while they were down. “Shit!” you squeaked while tears were building up in your eyes. Quickly running after you, you were panicking and scared just wondering where the fuck your boyfriend was. Hoping and praying he wasn’t carved up in a closet or a room somewhere.
You went into the kitchen to try and grab a knife but they were gone. There wasn’t a knife in sight. “oh fuck nonono” you whimpered as tears threatened to spill from your glossy eyes. Ghostface was close behind you as you ran into the living room pushing the coffee table towards them, hopefully making them trip but while doing so you trip over the rug. “Oh motherFUCKER!” You yelled and then you noticed you were by a small side table that was next to one of your couches so you picked that up and weakly threw it. It was pathetic and you knew it. You cried silently before awaiting what would happen next. Before you knew it Ghostface was standing over you, knife in hand and hovering above you.
Ethan was outside the apartment walking up and down the hall trying to negotiate with his dad, begging him not to hurt you. “I’m sorry son” he said before hanging up. “Nonono dad? Hello? FUCK!” Right as was about to call him again. He heard a crash coming from in the apartment and your voice yelling. His mind instantly went into panic mode and knew it was Quinn. She was there, she had to be. He ran into the apartment quickly going into the living room “Y/N!” Just as Ghostface was about to plunge the knife into your stomach, they heard Ethan’s voice and ran off. Leaving you there shaking and crying, while Ethan ran to you. “Oh my fucking god, oh my god. I’m- I’m so fucking sorry! Are you okay, are you hurt?” He was holding you as you cried in his arms. “Ethan? Ethan where the FUCK were you?!” Your voice quickly being laced with anger. “I’m so sorry it was just Chad trying to prank us and I got into an argument with him and stuff.. I’m so fucking sorry, my love. I’m not leaving you again.” “I thought you got hurt-“ You said as you sobbed into his chest and hugged him tight. You started to feel safe again, in the arms of someone you love. While he felt guilty, really fucking guilty. He was betraying the one he loved.
AND ENDDD! I’ll probably edit the shit out of this tmr but I hope it’s okay! <33
Damn I loved this. I could read a whole series based on this. This just was really good writing, but I feel I need to know more lmao. Like why was the family after us? Was it purely because we were with Ethan and we were "distracting" him from their mission, or could their be more to the story?
You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.
And you found yourself more willing to be surrounded by wolves than by vipers. Because you were known as the little sunshine of the Red Keep, always shinning light in everything you touch, and the cold heart of Cregan Stark won't be any different.
The sun always shines, even in the coldest of winters.
I just binge read this whole series so far, and it is in one word ... amazingthebestthingivereadforacoupleofweeks. This story has it all, angst, fluff, and just the most *chefs kisses* smut. But not to much where it is overpowering the story. I love this story and believe everyone needs to give it a read.
Pairing: Sam x Reader, Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader, Stucky, SamBucky, SamSteve, SamBucky x Reader, SamSteve x Reader.
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, a bit of insecure reader, Canon level violence, future smut, brief mentions of torture towards Reader, I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m trying my best.
More warnings to be added to individual chapters as the story goes on.
Minors DNI
Please don’t copy, rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my works in any capacity even with credit.
Summary: Alphas, Betas and Omegas. Heats and ruts. The courting, mating and bonding. The true mates and scents. The excitement of knowing your designation. These were all things that existed in your world, you just weren't a part any of it. Instead of presenting at the age of 10 like everyone else you had gotten sick. An illness that could have been prevented if you had been taken care of the way you should have. Instead it derailed what should have been the start of the rest of your life. You were seen by most as broken and undesirable. You were one of the very few people that were classified as undesignated.
The Avengers were the most talked about pack. It consisted of mostly Alphas, Betas and 2 well known Omegas. They consistently went out and saved others from the horrors hidden in the shadows so it made sense that they were a family. What wasn't really known was that within the famous pack was a smaller one. It was uncommon that two Alphas to be mated and bonded with each other but it was rarer still for 3 to do so. They would be the three that would change your life forever.
There was Sam. He was enticing, caring and charismatic. Like standing outside on a sunny day after a storm. There is a fire within him to help others and bring light back to their life. Being around him meant being wrapped in warmth, that warmth you felt long after having been outside all day and the heat from the sun clings to your skin.
There was Bucky. He as as mysterious as the dark side of the moon. He was reserved and he had his reasons. If you stayed around for some time and let the clouds of doubt, guilt and regret clear his personality shined through same as Sam's. He was a hopeless romantic at heart. He was the feelings you had while going on a stroll with your loved one at midnight with nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.
Finally there was Steve. After waking up from the ice to a new world, it was difficult to think of the future beyond the next mission. When he met Sam he hoped for a new future and after getting Bucky back, he had stars in his eyes again. He is willing to fight harder and go further to keep those he loves happy and safe. Asking Steve for anything was better than wishing on a star because you knew he would stop at nothing to do what was asked of him.
Together the three of them were extremely protective of each other and the three of them although happy with the life they had created knew they were missing something. That something was you and you were their home. The same way the sun, the moon and the stars have a home in the sky.
Synopsis: The Blacks invade King's Landing. Aemond and his wife make a daring escape.
Reader is Daemon's daughter. No physical description except for Targaryen features (violet eyes and white hair)
A/N: thank you guys so much for all your support and love for my last fic!! It's so encouraging to know that y'all enjoyed it and I have about 5 other wips waiting in my drafts that I'm super excited to write!
Anyways, back at it again with the ANGST💅
Warnings: Heavy angst, stabbing, attempted murder, mentions of war, blood, gore, pregnancy loss, death
"Come, little dove, we must hurry!" Aemond whispered into the darkness. Y/N waddled around their darkened chambers, her pregnant belly making mobility slightly difficult. Even during this dire time, Aemond took a moment to admire his bride. The pregnancy gave her the most beautiful glow. Excitement glimmered in his chest at the thought of meeting the babe within her. He was hoping for a little girl with her mother's gentle eyes to dote upon. The only source of light were the fires currently burning through King's Landing. The flames cast a romantic yellow hue over her delicate features and made her silvery hair glow.
The Blacks decided to invade whilst the Red Keep slept. They brought their dragons: Caraxes, Tyraxes, Syrax, and Moondancer. All of which were currently wreaking havoc, circling the sky over the dragon pits waiting for their prey. Hundreds of Black bannermen and foot soldiers stormed the city, pillaging and slaughtering anyone they deemed loyal to the Greens.
Just a week prior, Y/N received a raven from her stepmother, Rhaenyra, urging her to leave the city as soon as possible. The letter promised safe passage to Pentos to wait out the destruction until the babe is born. Rhaenyra always held a certain affection for the girl. She willingly and eagerly took the young one under her wing after marrying Daemon.
Y/N notified Aemond of the letter immediately. He spent days planning their escape; which tunnels they would use, where they would dock the rowboat at the end of the tunnel, and which of the little islands would Vhagar wait for them.
Three days prior to tonight, Aemond stashed their luggage on the island they decided on and Vhagar would fly there early the next morn, ideally undetected.
Shouting could be heard through the large oaken door. The Blacks had infiltrated the Keep.
Anxiety clawed it's way into Aemond's chest. For the first time since he was a mere child he felt powerless.
He clutched Y/N's hand tightly, gently kissing her shivering fingers before pulling her towards the passage hidden within their chambers.
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Light was sparse in the bowels of the foreboding Keep, but the violet-eyed pair pressed on.
The clinking of metal armor stopped them in their tracks, nerves on high alert. Y/N felt her heart drop into her stomach and her knees felt wobbly as Aemond tucked her into a small alcove, shielding her body with his. Together, they held their breath and waited for the soldier to pass. Whether he was Green or Black did not matter, the couple did not want to risk finding out.
A brief moment of silence hung heavily in the air before Aemond spoke.
"My love, if we run into trouble promise me you will run. I will hold whoever it is off..."
"Aemond, do not speak like this." Y/N's voice wobbled. "You are frightening me."
"I apologize, my love. I just want you to know I will do whatever I can to protect you. Both of you." Her heart quivered at his confession.
"It will not come to that." She spoke sternly, "I have the dagger you gifted me on my last name day and I intend to use it, husband." Aemond chuckled at his fierce little wife.
"I know you will. Come, let us continue. We are almost to Balerion's skull."
Aemond held Y/N's hand tightly in his, leading her deeper and deeper through the winding halls.
Aemond swallowed thickly as he thought of his mother, sister, and brother. He prayed for their safety before they made their escape. Surely, at least Heleana would be spared because of her innocence in this mess and his mother because of her past closeness with Rhaenyra. He knew Aegon would meet the Stanger quickly once the Blacks seized him. His drunken brother was still that, his brother and the thought made his violet eye burn with unshed tears.
Aemond's choice to choose his wife and child over his family did not come lightly to him. This is a thought that he had agonized over ever since Y/N received the raven.
Massive stonework created ominous shadows and ancient wood creaked. The Keep itself seemed to be alive that night.
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Alas! Y/N spotted the mouth of the tunnel in the distance. Excitement made her fingers tingle as she sped up her steps.
Closer and closer they came to the end, the blackened sea coming into view along with the trusty little rowboat. Y/N could smell the briny spray from her location in the tunnel.
Freedom was within their grasp! Seeing the rowboat 'neath the moonlight spurred them on. Just a few more-
"Escaping into the night with your treasonous husband, daughter?"
Y/N felt her blood freeze.
Daemon stepped out from the shadows, along with him his bloodthirsty hounds he calls the Queensguard, surrounding the couple.
"Father, please. Let us pass. We have no fight with you." Daemon chuckled, but the humor did not reach his cold eyes. Aemond gripped his sword beneath his cloak, praying Y/N would heed his words for once. 'Run! You must run now, you insolent little girl!' He thought.
"Rhaenyra promised us safe passage. Please."
"Who's idea do you think that was, my dear?"
Y/N could nearly feel her soul shudder at the betrayal. This was intended. It was a test to see if Y/N would abuse the Queen's mercy by smuggling her husband out as well. And she fell for it so easily. Such pretty words on parchment had swayed her tender heart, filling her with hope. Hope that was so easily stifled with a penetrating stare from her father.
Aemond unsheathed his sword, immediately swinging at an unsuspecting guard, killing him.
"No! Wait!" Y/N begged her husband. Drawing blood would allow them no mercy from Daemon.
'Use this distraction run!' Aemond thought, frustrated.
She unsheathed her own dagger and moved so her back was against her husband's, giving the two full view of the guards circled around them.
"You've opened your legs for my cunt of a nephew and now his spawn resides within you. You will get no mercy from me daughter."
"Father, you pushed for this marriage! Do not forget you wanted to forge an alliance with them!" Y/N shouted, "you are solely responsible for this."
"A decision I regret deeply, Y/N. It is clear whose side you chose and you are no daughter of mine. Sieze them."
The clash of swords rang out behind her and she heard Aemond's grunts of exertion. She swiped at the neck of the guard in front of her and hot sticky blood sprayed on her face.
Aemond's scream in pain stilled her heart. She turned and saw him kneeling, the back of his calf split open, tendons and muscle severed. Still, he swung his sword in vain.
The brief distraction allowed two guards to roughly seize her arms, their bruising grip forcing a yelp from her lips.
Three men wrangled Aemond's arms behind them, he still snarled and squirmed in their grip.
Aemond's eye met Y/N's tortured gaze. A stone sunk in her stomach when she fully realized the gravity of their position.
"You will pay for betraying your Queen, but who will I take first? My traitor daughter and the Green bastard inside her or my nephew, the Kinslayer?" Daemon's tone had a sickening teasing lilt to it, as if he was entertaining a child.
"Well the decision is easy." Daemon stalked over to his prey, dagger drawn and glinting eerily in the moonlight.
"Father, wait, please, don't do this, WAIT! NO WA-" the air was forced from Y/N's lungs as the blade plunged into her gut. And again. And again. And again.
Aemond let out an anguished cry that shook the granite walls behind them. Tears of rage and grief poured out of his eyes, a haunting sight as the sapphire glimmered within his socket.
Y/N could not take a breath as she felt the white hot pain erupt over her swollen abdomen.
The guards released her and she fell limply to the ground.
Then Daemon turned to Aemond, who was choking on his tears and sobs.
"Kill him. When you are done, meet me in the Keep."
A Queensguard brandished a blade in front of Aemond and proceeded to bury to it multiple times in his guts.
Aemond was dropped to the ground as he gasped for breath, the Queensguard retreating into the tunnel.
Aemond crawled to his wife, each drag of his body agony as the rough shoreline tormented his wounds.
He grasped her hand. Shock jolted him as he realized she was alive, but only just.
Together, they propped themselves against the large boulder behind them. Aemond wrapped his arm around his little wife. A sweet and gently embrace that would ease their passage to the Stanger.
"It hurts, Aemond" Y/N whimpered.
"I know, my love." It was all Aemond could say. He failed her. He failed his duty as a husband and a father.
Together they shivered as the life continued to drip from them slowly.
Aemond thought back to their wedding, a day he longed to return to at this hour. If he closed his eye tightly and prayed hard enough, perhaps he would find himself standing in front of her, her eyes shining with love and a small cut adorning her luscious lower lip. Intermingling of their blood gave birth to their marriage. It was fitting that it would see the end of it, too.
"We were so close. We were nearly free." Aemond whispered. Y/N's gasping breaths, while not terribly loud, echoed in his ears. He knew she was not long for this earthly realm.
He held her tightly until he felt her head gently lay on his shoulder. He let out a shuddering breath and he knew.
His throat burned as he spoke, "come, my love, this is no place to die."
With a final surge of energy he stood, shakily. The gash across his calf rendered his left leg useless. Still, he stumbled and groaned through each step. He brought her to the rowboat and gently set her down in it, bundling up his cloak so her head could lay comfortably, his beautiful wife. He gently stroked her now-cold cheeks, chilled by the Stranger's kiss.
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Each stroke of the oar set fire to Aemond's stomach, the grave wounds stretching uncomfortably as he rowed.
"VHAGAR" he shouted into the void. He called for her, again and again. He begged for his dragon until his throat was scratchy and raw.
The sound of powerful wings flapping could be heard in the distance.
The great she-dragon hovered over the boat as Aemond nestled himself next to his bride. The surge had dampened immensely. His tired eye gazed up at his beast.
"Vha...Vhagar" his spirit was dwindling as his eye fluttered heavily.
"Dracarys." It was all he could muster before slipping into the darkness to join his wife again, his little dove.
A pillar of flame reduced the boat to nothing, the ashes swirling togerther in their black watery grave.
This is one of my favourite gifsets. Thank you @lokiandbuckysdoll ❤️
This is what I always think of when I see it🤣
Hide & Seek
Top left:
Loki inhaled deeply. The scent of her natural state hung thick in the air, the heated arousal between her legs betraying her flawed hiding place.
Top Right:
He let the intoxicating aroma of her sex absorb into his bloodstream, leaning forward as his jaw clenched. Hungry. She was so hungry for him.
Bottom left:
Loki’s eyelids fluttered open, the game afoot. It will be a short game, indeed; he thought as his jaw set. No matter how intricate her plans, how meticulously prepared she thought she’d been… that traitorous pussy always betrayed her.
Bottom right:
I’m coming darling, he smirked. And soon, so will you.
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader, platonic!Aegon II Targaryen x reader
words: 6.050
summary: Three weeks after y/n gave birth.
warnings: explicit language, mentions of cheating, angst, patriarchy, love triangle (kind of?)
a/n: English is not my native language. / I tried to write it taking into account everyone's wishes. Also, before I wrote this chapter, I wanted y/n to be with Aegon, but everything can change. / Helaena and Aegon are not married. / Laenor is still alive, but Laena is dead. / The age of the characters is not the same as in House of the Dragon. (according to the age differences between them) Prince Aemond is 25, Prince Luke is 20, and Prince Viserys is 13. y/n is in her 20s.
“What did you name your son?" Aegon asked, looking over y/n's shoulder at the baby in her arms.
"Your mother insisted that I name him Aemon."
There was an expression of disbelief on his face. "You didn't."
"I didn't. My son's name is Maelor."
Aegon looked at the baby with a sparkle in his eyes. He was tiny and looked like her mother, except for the characteristic features of the Valyrians.
y/n smiled, noticing Aegon's admiring gaze on the baby. "Would you like to hold him?"
Aegon's eyes widened slightly. "I've never held a baby before."
"It's simple. I'll tell you what to do."
"All right, then." Aegon was afraid of hurting him. But y/n's trust in him gives him confidence.
He came nervously to the edge of the chair. He slid his arm under the baby and held him, carefully cradling him against his chest.
"You need to support his head from underneath." y/n got up from her chair and stood beside him.
"Like this." She took Aegon's left hand and placed it under her son's head. She didn't take her hand away for a while to let Aegon get used to it. When he got comfortable with the baby, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair. Seeing that Aegon was getting used to the situation, y/n returned to her chair.
"He's beautiful, y/n," he said with a smile. "He looks a lot like you. I feel like I'm looking at a silver-gold-haired version of you."
The smile on y/n's face widened. Aegon unwittingly began to rock Maelor.
"Is he still forcing you to bed with him?" he asked in a low voice.
y/n's smile froze on her face. She pulled her gaze away from Aegon. "He never did anything like that," she said, her voice even lower than Aegon's. Aemond had asked for it once, but it hadn't happened, and it had never come up again.
"You don't have to be afraid of him, y/n." He carefully placed the baby in one arm, reached his free hand to y/n, and took her arm. "Let's run away together. I'll take care of your son as if he were my own. You can tell everyone that I am his real father. Or, if you want to hide your identity, we can start a new life from scratch."
y/n turned her gaze back to him, she couldn't accept it.
She was her father's only child, and if she disappeared, her husband would inherit everything, and he would bring that Rivers witch to the castle and marry her.
y/n couldn't let any of that happen.
"I can't let Aemond be happy."
"But just because of that, you won't be happy either."
y/n looked Aegon straight in the eye. "I will only be happy when he is writhing in pain."
Aegon turned his gaze to the child in his arms to avert his eyes.
y/n hadn't realized how fast time had passed. Aemond had gone to a meeting of his father's council. The council meeting must have been over or almost over.
y/n stood up in a hurry. "Aegon, you must go. Aemond will be here soon."
“I am not afraid of him.”
“Please. I want at least one day of peace.”
Aegon thought for a moment but decided to do as she said. "All right."
He stood up and handed Maelor to his mother. "I'll see you later."
She took Maelor in her arms and hugged him tightly. "Goodbye, Aegon."
xxx
y/n put her son to bed and sat next to him. She tried to enjoy her solitude in the room.
There was no Aemond, no Aegon. She just sat by herself, not worrying about anything for a while.
It had been a week since Aemond had returned to the castle.
No further conversation had passed between them. They just said good mornings and good nights to each other. y/n was not complaining. She couldn't bear to see his face, let alone chat with him.
The door to the room opened. Aemond walked in and closed it quietly, thinking that Maelor might be asleep.
y/n watched him silently. Aemond left his books on the table as he went to her side.
"Your parents have reached the castle. They want to see you."
y/n's face lit up, and she stood up quickly. "Let me get changed, and we'll go to them."
Aemond nodded and sat down where y/n had just sat.
He leaned toward Maelor and saw that he was awake, his big eyes scanning the ceiling. He smiled when he saw Aemond's face.
Aemond carefully picked him up. He wrapped his arms around his tiny body and leaned against the headboard. He's been spending his time like this every day for a week.
He looked up and looked at his wife.
She had called her maid, and with her help, she was wearing a dress in the colors of her own house.
He loved her.
His devotion to Alys Rivers was not love. There were things Aemond was afraid to say.
y/n's maid put a simple braid in her hair.
She picked some jewelry from the table, put it on, and walked towards Aemond. He was on his feet and heading for the door when y/n stopped him.
"I will carry my son.”
"We're going together anyway. Does it matter who carries our son?"
"Yes, it does. Can I take my son?"
Aemond sighed and held Maelor out to her.
Together they left their chambers and started walking down the corridor.
y/n's parents were waiting for them in the garden.
She held Maelor tighter as she quickened her steps.
Aemond walked silently beside her. He wanted to ask her how her day had been, but he didn't. They were still on bad terms and Aemond knew very well who was at fault.
When they went to the garden, they saw y/n's family with the King and the Queen.
y/n and Aemond bowed to them and went to the Lord and his wife.
"My beautiful daughter," said her mother. And then she took her grandson in her arms.
y/n hugged her father tightly after giving her son to her mother. "Father, I miss you so much," she said, smiling as she left his arms.
"Ah, what is the name of this handsome little boy?" said her mother smiling as she looked at her grandson.
"My lady, we haven't decided on a nam-" y/n interrupted Aemond. "Maelor. That's his name."
Aemond turned to y/n in surprise. But she did not return his gaze.
"I thought his name would be Aemon," the Queen said. "After his father."
"I have considered your suggestion, my Queen. But I think Maelor is a better name."
The Queen turned to Aemond with questioning eyes.
"What does Prince Aemond think about this?" the Queen asked.
"I-"
"I don't think it matters what he thinks. Prince Aemond wasn't the one who carried him for nine months and was in labor for hours. He wasn't even in the castle the day he was born. Why should he have any right to name my son?"
y/n's father turned to Aemond. "Did Prince Aemond have something more important to do than the birth of his son?"
Queen Alicent spoke without letting anyone else. "The birth came earlier than the maesters said it would. None of us knew she would give birth that day."
This time y/n's mother turned to her. "Why was Prince Aemond too far away to return when summoned, leaving his pregnant wife?"
Queen Alicent took a deep breath. "The prince had other business that demanded his attention."
"My husband was busy while I was giving birth to y/n. But he came right after he found out I was in labor."
The Queen looked at Aemond out of the corner of her eye.
"I understand what you mean, but-"
"My queen, I understand what you mean. We did not sell our daughter to you. You know how wealthy my house is and how important I am to the crown. When you came to us and insisted that we marry our children off, we thought it was only fitting that she should marry a prince. Lord Lannister has offered us many deals, but we knew that honor comes first. And we did not doubt that you raised your son with it," said y/n’s father.
The queen had nothing more to say.
The king came and put his hand on his son's shoulder. "My Lord, I am sure you are tired from the journey. Would you like to come in and have dinner?"
The Lord looked at his wife and nodded. "If you don't mind, we will spend some time with our daughter and grandson. We will join you in a moment."
The king and queen smiled and nodded. They turned and made their way to the castle, but Aemond did not move.
The Lord looked at the prince and smiled falsely. "My prince, we prefer to be alone."
"But-" Aemond said, and the King turned and interrupted his son. "Come, Aemond, let us give this beautiful family some private time."
Aemond looked at y/n and her father. He didn't want to go but obeyed the king.
When they were out of sight, the Lady handed her grandson to her husband and hugged y/n tightly.
"My daughter," she said. The Lady kissed her daughter on each cheek as they parted.
Her mother's eyes were full, but y/n was smiling.
For the first time in a long time, she felt so happy. Her family was here, with her.
"We heard everything. I'm sorry." her voice trembled as she spoke.
"It's okay, mother." then she turned to her father. "But I need something from you."
"Sure, whatever you need."
"You know about Aemond," she said and averted her eyes.
Her father just nodded. He regretted marrying his daughter off to the one-eyed prince. And her broken state only added to his regret.
"I am your only child. Leave me all your inheritance so I can beg the king to end my marriage to Aemond. If he asks High Septon to do so, he will surely end our marriage. The two of us will move in with you, into my home. Your inheritance will pass to me and from me to Maelor. My son is of the blood of old Valyria and will be a dragon rider. And more importantly, he is of our blood."
His father sighed. "My daughter, I want you to be happy more than anything. But the king will never agree to end your marriage. If your marriage ends, all alliances and treaties between our house and the kingdom will end, and no one in the king's council will agree to do that."
y/n felt her happiness fill with despair. "But the king is a good man. He would understand."
"He might be. But you cannot ask the king to do such a thing."
"I can at least take my chances-"
"y/n, I cannot break the centuries-old traditions of our land. Don't ever ask me to do this again."
y/n felt her breath catch. "But-“
“The other lords will never accept your leadership. As much as I love you and want your happiness, I must also think of the future of our house."
y/n's expression hardened. She was angry that her father had destroyed her chance of salvation.
She took Maelor in her arms. "There's a dinner in honor of your arrival at the castle. We'd better not keep the King waiting."
Her father sighed. He wanted to give her everything she wanted. But no matter how influential a man he was, there were things he couldn't afford.
Together they went inside the dining room.
y/n's mother never left her side.
As soon as they were in the dining room, the King stood up happily. "Welcome again.”
At the king's words, everyone recognized the Lord and his family entering the hall. And those sitting in the chairs stood up because the King was standing.
Princess Rhaenyra and her family had also come to the castle for the birth of her nephew.
Her sons stood together next to their mother. Prince Viserys, son of Princess Rhaenyra, was excited to see the baby.
As y/n and her family walked to the table, one of her maids came to her and took Prince Maelor from her.
The lord and the Lady sat in chairs next to the King and Queen, and y/n sat with her husband. On the other side of her sat prince Luke.
Aemond tensed as he realized that the Prince Luke was sitting so close to him.
y/n liked Aemond's nervousness. She knew about the fight that had taken place between them years ago and that neither of them liked the other.
She leaned toward Luke. "My prince, your lapel pin is beautiful."
Luke looked around as if he didn't believe y/n was talking to him. He looked at her with big eyes. "Me? Oh… yes. Yes, thank you, my Lady. It represents my dragon."
y/n giggled slightly. "I love dragons. When I was little, I read stories about your ancestors, and dragons were my favorite part."
Luke felt his face warm. y/n was beautiful. He was too shy to admit it, but she was.
Even Prince Daemon had laughed the first time he saw her and said he couldn't believe his one-eyed nephew had married her.
"My dragon may not be the largest, but I can introduce you to him if you'd like. We can even fly together."
y/n smiled. "I certainly would."
"If my wife is going to ride a dragon, Vhagar is the only dragon she's going to ride," Aemond said, cocking his head and glaring at Luke.
"My prince, why are you being rude to your nephew? If you wanted to introduce me to Vhagar, you could have done it any day in two years. Besides, I prefer a more willing rider."
Aemond's gaze hardened. "He's an inexperienced dragon rider. You don't know if he can control his dragon. It wouldn't be right for your safety."
y/n looked at her husband with a smile. "If I remember correctly, his dragon egg cracked to him. I'm sure the bond between them is strong."
Luke chuckled. "It certainly is, my Lady. I'm surprised you know so much about dragons."
"After all, my son will be a dragon rider one day. I try to learn as much as I can."
"That's very wise. If you would like someone to accompany your son on his first experience with his dragon, I would love to help. When I was five years old, it was a different feeling to communicate with my dragon for the first time. I don't think anyone who hasn't experienced it would know."
y/n smiled again. "That is very kind of you, my Prince. My son is lucky indeed. Prince Daemon came to my chambers yesterday and said he would like to give Maelor sword lessons when he grows up. I think it is a wonderful offer. After all, he is the best swordsman in the seven kingdoms."
Aemond clenched his fist under the table.
He wanted to pick a fight, to vent his anger, but he could not disrespect his mother.
He bit the inside of his cheek to calm himself.
"Did you ever think to consult me before deciding on my son's education, y/n?" Aemond asked angrily.
y/n turned back to Aemond, her smile widening as she saw him getting angry. "No, I didn't."
Aemond was about to say something when the servants began to disturb the food. He had to stop whatever he was going to say.
Not much else happened during the meal. Except that Princess Rhaenyra complimented y/n on her beauty. y/n thanked her. And she said she hoped her son would look like her when he grew up. Everyone at the table laughed except Aemond and the Queen.
After dinner, as everyone continued to drink wine and eat dessert, the King asked the servants to bring his grandson.
y/n's maid immediately brought Maelor into the dining room and gave him to the King.
The King kissed his grandson's head and gave it to his daughter, Princess Rhaenyra, who was waiting by his side.
Princess Rhaenyra took her nephew and went to her sons. Jace, Viserys, and Luke were sitting next to each other.
Rhaenyra looked at y/n for confirmation when her son Viserys insisted on holding the baby. y/n nodded.
Princess carefully handed him to her son.
Jace looked at his cousin with a smile. "What's his name?"
"Maelor," y/n said.
The King's smile grew. "Maelor Targaryen, a name fit for a great lord."
"It certainly is, my King," y/n's father said.
Princess Rhaenyra turned toward y/n. "What a responsibility for a child so young."
The princess loved y/n very much. They had written to each other often for two years. She was one of the most outraged when she heard what her brother had done. "He is just like you. I'm sure he will fulfill his duty without cheating.”
y/n nodded. "He has my father's blood in his veins. I'm sure he will be an honorable man like him."
y/n's mother was proud of her daughter's courage.
The queen wanted to answer her outburst. But she couldn't do it in front of the King. Everyone knew how important it was for her family to be allied with the kingdom.
Aemond, on the other hand, wanted to crawl under the table and hide from everyone. He was embarrassed and annoyed that everyone had been teasing him all day.
Prince Viserys looked at his cousin's face. "He looks a lot like uncle Aegon," he said.
In fact, he looked exactly like his mother, except for his golden-silver hair and beautiful violet eyes. Viserys was too young to be aware of what was happening in the room and did not try to imply anything.
y/n put her hand on the table and leaned toward the brothers. "He really looks like Prince Aegon."
There was a great silence in the dining room.
Aegon was staring at y/n with his mouth open.
Aemond was on the verge of attacking someone.
"After all, he is his uncle. Of course, they can look alike."
Everyone let go of the breath they were holding.
The queen fidgeted uneasily in her seat.
"I suppose." y/n said.
Aemond slammed his hand on the table and stood up, but his mother gestured for him to stop.
"Let's leave the princes and ladies alone to spend some time,” she said. ”And we'll have tea in the King's chambers if you like, my Lord."
“Of course, your grace.”
Aemond squeezed the edge of the table hard, not understanding what his mother was trying to do.
The King, Queen, y/n’s parents, princess Rhaenyra, Lord Laenor, and Prince Daemon rose from the table.
The queen came to her son. "May I speak to you?"
Aemond looked at his wife next to him, but she was not looking at him. Then he nodded and left the room with his mother.
Baela and Rhaena came up to y/n. "If you are bored with the wine at the castle, we have brought some good wine. We are thinking of drinking it in my room if you want to join." Baela said.
y/n looked at the twins and smiled. "I'd love to,"
y/n told her maid to take Maelor to his wet-nurse and left the dining room with the twins.
They went into Baela's room.
The room was empty except for the bed, the armchairs, and Baela's suitcase.
Baela had told her maid not to unpack her belongings as it was unclear how many days they would be at the castle.
She pointed to one of the armchairs. "Have a seat."
As Y/n settled into the armchair, Baela took the mentioned bottle of wine out of her suitcase.
There were several glasses on the low table between the armchairs. Baela filled them and handed one to Y/n.
She took a few sips and realized that the wine was indeed different. It burned her tongue and throat slightly, but it was more flavorful than the wines at the Red Keep.
"Do you like it, my Lady?"
"I like it very much, but please don't call me that. You can call me by my first name."
"All right then. You need to call us by our names too."
y/n smiled and nodded.
The three of them talked and laughed for a while.
y/n almost choked on her wine when Baela told her a rumor about one of the ladies who lived in the castle.
Then they talked about some of their favorite painters.
Rhaena made a mental note to send Y/n a painting as a gift on her name day.
Then, there was a short silence between them.
Baela glanced at Rhaena and then turned to Y/n. "There is something we want to talk to you about."
Y/n looked at the girl with curious eyes. "What is it?" 'Please not about Aemond.'
"It's about Prince Aemond."
Oh.
Y/n's expression instantly hardened. "I guess you know."
"Yes. But we didn't bring it up to bother you," Rhaena said.
Baela got up and sat next to her, and took her hand. "I have people I know and trust in the Riverlands. Especially in Harrenhal, you know, thanks to my husband."
Y/n put her wine glass down on the table.
'She knows some people in Harrenhal because of Jace.'
"They said Alys is not pregnant with Aemond's child."
Rhaena continued. "She had a Dornish lover. Aemond hadn't been to see Alys for five months, and the maesters said the baby was three months old. They said Aemond didn't say anything when he saw she was pregnant. After Aemond left, she ran away with her other lover."
Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. Baela could read it in her expression. "I know it's hard to believe, but four people told us this separately."
"Who knows?"
"Probably everyone. And those who don't know will soon learn."
Y/n nodded. "I'd like to go to my chambers if you'll excuse me."
Baela stood up and gave way to the girl. "Of course."
They said good night to each other, and Y/n left the room.
As soon as she stepped into the hallway, she knew where she was going.
She went to Aegon's room and went straight in without knocking.
Aegon jumped slightly from where he stood and turned quickly toward her.
"Y/n?"
When she saw Aegon, the tears she had been holding back all the way came to her eyes. "That witch had another lover and was pregnant with his child. She ran off with him a week ago."
Aegon walked toward her in astonishment. "Unbelievable."
"I couldn't believe it either when I first heard it. But it explains Aemond's cold and sullen demeanor." y/n smiled at her own words, her eyes still full. "I mean, colder and more sullen than usual."
Aegon smiled too, but he was worried about her. "Aren't you sorry?"
"Because Alys Rivers left Aemond for a Dornish?" she asked and tried to smile, but a tear fell from her left eye and landed on her chin
Aegon took a step toward her, but she stopped him. "It happens all the time these days. Don't worry."
He clenched his jaw. "Don't worry? Are you out of your mind?!"
y/n was startled by the loudness of his voice.
Aegon's stern expression softened instantly. He cursed himself and Aemond inside. "I'm sorry."
y/n shook her head. "It's not your fault. I guess lack of sleep made me sensitive to the sounds around me."
Aegon clenched his fist and walked past her.
He was about to open the door when y/n ran after him and grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
Aegon turned toward her, fire in his eyes. "If I don't kill him tonight, I won't sleep well."
He was about to take his arm away from her and leave the room when y/n's sobs stopped him.
"Aegon.” She sobbed. “Stay with me.”
Aegon turned back to her and put his hands on her arms. He never knew what to say in these situations. "Can I hug you?"
y/n nodded in agreement.
Aegon immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. y/n put her arms around his back. Aegon kept whispering into her hair that everything would be all right.
y/n felt Aegon kiss her head, but she wasn't sure.
She had stopped crying because of the feeling of relaxing.
"My maid is in there cleaning my bath." Aegon was worried at the idea of her seeing them like this.
y/n smiled as an idea struck her. She raised her voice high enough for the maid to hear. "Aemond can't get hard whenever we have intercourse. Do you have the same problem? It could be a family thing."
Aegon was at a loss for words. "I think it was a fluke that I got pregnant. I'm not sure about this. Can you tell me if it's right or wrong?"
Aegon swallowed and waited for her next move. "Does having a small dick affect getting someone pregnant? If so, I don't think Maelor will have a sibling soon."
Aegon's emotions fluctuated between surprise and admiration.
He grabbed her by the arm and hurried her out of the room. He didn't want the maid to see her disheveled state.
They went to a space in the hallway. "Y/n!" He said and laughed.
y/n smiled. Butterflies fluttered in Aegon's stomach at the sight of her.
"What you said will certainly undermine Aemond. But it may also be to your detriment. People won't think it is right for you to speak such things to your husband's brother."
"Fuck people," she said and added. "They won't talk about me when they're busy talking about Aemond."
Aegon leaned toward Y/n as he laughed.
y/n had recovered a little.
And then, instantly, the question that had occupied her mind for days and that she had avoided knowing the answer came back to her.
The feeling of being stabbed in the back filled her again.
She kept telling herself that if he knew it, he would have said so.
But there was nothing the queen knew that her children didn't know.
And it was unlikely that the prince of the realm would not know about something that even the maids in the castle whispered in the corridors.
She just kept lying to herself to keep from losing him.
She took a step away from Aegon. "How long have you known?"
Aegon averted his eyes.
"You were the only one in the castle who knew that I don't exist only to bear children.” She balled her hand into a fist to suppress her anger. “I thought you were my friend.”
"Maybe you don't realize it, but I don't have many friends either."
"So we're friends because we have no other choice."
"No, I didn't mean it like that." Aegon looked at her and thought about what he wanted to say. I love you. I can't keep from my tongue what my heart knows. I sleep every night thinking about you and wake up every morning thinking about you. "Only we can understand each other."
"And yet you chose not to come to me as you learned."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. It was hard to choose between my brother and my-" He looked at the ceiling. "My friend."
"If I had a sister, and you were married to her, and if she was cheating on you, I would have come to you the moment I found out. My parents would have been mad at her and made her never see her lover again. That's how we in honorable families deal with such situations."
Aegon bowed his head. "We have never been an honorable family. Pride, perhaps."
"Did you all think that would make your actions forgivable?"
"No." he paused. "Maybe."
"There is no other family that could not handle being Targaryen like the Targaryens."
Aegon grinned. "Can you imagine what would have happened to Westeros if we had all been great warriors and leaders? There is a reason why the gods have made most of us lazy and stupid."
y/n stared at Aegon. "I've never seen a stupid Targaryen except you and your siblings. I think it's a family trait. Your Hightower side, perhaps?"
"It’s likely," he said and smiled.
y/n didn't smile. "I don't know when I can forgive you."
Aegon nodded. "So you will, one day."
y/n turned away. "Don't push your luck too hard."
"I give it a day!" Aegon said as he watched her walk away.
He wondered if the stones on the ground hurt her because if they did, he would pick up each one with his hands.
He was ready to lay down his life for her. But he still had to watch his stupid little brother's back.
After all, blood ran thicker than water.
Aegon cursed himself once more as he tried to console himself inwardly.
y/n was always talking about what a dishonorable family they were, but here Aegon, going through his days without even kissing his brother's wife once.
He had not been to a brothel in two years and had not been with a woman in months.
He felt as devoted to her as his mother had been to the gods.
Aegon's was even more difficult.
The harder it is, the thicker the bond. That's what his mother told him whenever he refused to come to worship with her.
He hoped she was right.
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y/n went to her room. She didn't want to go there. She didn't want to face Aemond.
But she had nowhere else to go.
She walked to the large closet in the room and took a silk nightgown from it. The nightgown was cream-colored, and the fabric was thin enough to chill her at night.
She liked being cold.
I should have married a Stark and gone north, she thought.
She craved wine. She didn't want to think about what she was going through. If she did, she'd keep beating herself up for nothing.
After filling her wine glass, she picked up a random book from the table where the wine decanter had been.
She took the glass and the book and went to bed. She lay down, careful not to spill the wine.
It was one of the history books Aemond had always loved to read.
When she opened the first page, a piece of paper fell out.
When she picked it up and examined it, her hands shook with surprise, and she had to put her wine on the coffee table next to the bed.
y/n's picture was on the paper. She knew it was Aemond's drawing by the softness of the lines.
It was unexpected.
Was Aemond in love with her? If so, why was he acting this way toward her? He was always cold around her and acted like he didn't want to be there.
When she turned the picture over, she saw a date. It was about six months after they had been married.
Either Aemond was trying to play with y/n’s mind, or there was something that she couldn't understand.
She had seen Aemond draw before, but it was usually of trees and flowers and how he saw King's Landing as he flew with his dragon.
She placed the picture back into the book.
As she took it to the table, the door knocked.
She walked to the door, sighing.
She opened the door and saw Aemond's long golden-silver hair.
He smelled strongly of wine.
"y/n, my wife."
"Are you drunk?" she asked.
"No, I'm not."
Aemond was definitely drunk. But his movements and the way he spoke still looked partly the same. He still had that serious look on his face that he always had. Of course, y/n thought.
"My son, our son. Is he really Aegon's?"
"I don't know, Aemond. We have no way of knowing whose child he is."
y/n straightened her posture. "And it doesn't matter if he is your son or not. No one cares if you have heirs. The only thing that matters to Maelor is my blood. And it is definitely my blood that flows in his veins. He is my heir, and that is all that matters."
Aemond cocked his head to the right. "I do not care as long as he is yours."
y/n tried to close the door. "If you have nothing to say, I'll see you in the morning.
"Do you want to end our marriage?" he said, the seriousness in his eyes giving way to sadness.
"Did you hear us in the garden?"
"I did."
"I thought you went in with the king and queen."
"No, I went in after a while."
"And now you're spying on me, Aemond, another dishonor."
Aemond leaned his arm against the door and leaned toward y/n.
"Why don't you want us to stay married?"
"Why?" y/n laughed. "The answer to your question is right in front of your eyes. You cheated on me. And then you decided to come to the castle whenever you felt like it. I'd never been to the Red Keep until the day we got married, Aemond. I had no friends, no one to take my side."
"I don't want her anymore."
"Aemond! You can't go to her even if you want to! I know how she cheated on you. Isn't that ironic?"
"y/n, I always wanted you. I was the one who asked my mother to marry us."
"I know, Aemond. For my inheritance."
"No, no. You-" Aemond struggled to get his words together. "I swear I never loved her." he swallowed and closed his eyes tightly. "There are other things." He rubbed his temples. "Other things."
He opened his eyes. Under his heavy gaze, y/n was startled.
Even after two years, his gaze still melted her.
"I want to be with you."
"I don't want to."
"Why? Please." He sounded desperate and in pain. “Please.”
"We're only going to stay married to fulfill our duties, Aemond. Do what you want. I don't care. Because I'll do what I want."
Aemond looked confused. He jumped to another topic as if he had not heard her. "Some men from my father's council want me to be the King."
"Aemond! I don't give a shit!"
"You'll be my queen." He paused. "My everything."
y/n looked Aemond straight in the eye.
"Aegon will be the King."
Aemond's face hardened. "Are we still going to talk about him?" No one wants him on the throne."
y/n laughed. Aemond looked at her in surprise. "Is that what all the fuss was about? Is that why you insisted on a son?"
"A son of yours."
y/n laughed again. "Oh, Aemond." She stood up on her tiptoes and approached his face. "I will bear Aegon dozens of sons if he wishes. For our king. If he wills it, that is how I will fulfill my duty to the realm."
Aemond laughed. "Dozens of bastards."
"Oh, you think I would bear our sons out of wedlock."
y/n pressed her finger against Aemond's torso. "When he becomes the King, he will annul your marriage and mine, and then I will marry him.”
Aemond squeezed his hand on the doorjamb tighter. "You are not a maiden."
"I'm not." she brought her hand to his cheek and stroked it with her thumb. "I assure you, he's aware of it.”
Aemond's gaze dropped to her lips.
The one-eyed prince was poisonous.
One of the moments that made him want his wife more was when she hinted that she was cheating on him.
He felt like his blood was boiling, his veins bursting.
He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.
He was angry, and he was heartbroken. But at the same time, he was burning with desire.
He leaned his face toward her. "He can't fuck you the way I fuck you."
y/n moved her face closer to Aemond's face. Their noses almost touched. "Lucky me, then.” Her breath hit Aemond's face.
Aemond laughed. The hardness in his pants was becoming uncomfortable.
He tilted his head to the right and leaned toward y/n to kiss her, but she pulled back.
"Good night, Aemond."
She closed the door in his face, leaving Aemond no chance to say anything.
She leaned against the door and took a deep breath. y/n hated him.
But also, she couldn't stop the ache between her thighs.
This story only gets better! I am curious of what Aemonds reasoning for continuing to see Alys is since he keeps saying he loves us and didn't go to her for love. He keeps hinting at some other reason but not clarifying.
But anyway reader is a boss bitch and is absolutely giving him all he deserves.
Please tag me in future chapters if this continues!
