a/n: clearing out my drafts... writing some sequels for some of your favs in the mean time so stay tuned!
The Monarch of Dragons who finally finds his mate. The one who has the power to level entire nations, to wipe off countries off the map with just one word, has been granted a mate. The gods have not forsaken him after all. You, the captain of the Northern Kingdom’s most elite team of knights, sent by your King to negotiate (plead) for help in the upcoming war with the Southern Kingdom.
His heart nearly beats out of his chest when he first meets your gaze and hears your beautiful voice. His instincts scream at him to claim you right there and then, but he knew humans tend to be more…patient with their courting methods so he holds back.
He agrees to help your Kingdom much to your surprise, but with the condition that you’ll stay in his territory. A trade. Your life, for his help.
Your fate is sealed when you return back to the Kingdom and the King agrees to this ridiculous trade. You’re dragged away by your own comrades, betrayed by your own country, and sent back to the Nest of the Dragons, right back to him. You had no family to plead for mercy, to object against the King’s decree. Your friends were powerless too; staying silent for fear of losing their jobs, or worse, their heads. He almost feels bad for you, seeing the shock of betrayal on your face. His only wish is for you to be happy, but your happiness can only be attained when you’re next to him. He just needs to help you realise that.
As you’re sent back to his arms, you’re still in shock. This was your new home? Just like that?
His heart breaks when he sees your lifeless, broken self. He gently holds you and tells you that your life with him will be much better than what it was before. He’ll be your new family.
He gives you your own room, pampers you with luxurious clothes and exquisite feasts; everything you could possibly want, he’ll give it to you. Everything but your freedom. He shows you around his domain, tells you about all the different dragons species and how he can understand them. He tells you stories about how he came to be the Monarch of the dragons, stories about his adventures, and stories about being the leader of the most powerful beasts in all the lands.
The dragons also start to recognise you as someone important to their leader and soon, they treat you like one of their own. You love spending time with these intelligent and beautiful creatures, playing with them or flying in the skies on one of their backs, it finally started to feel like home. At least you know these creatures would never betray you like how they did. They would never throw you aside like how your “comrades” did.
The Monarch sees how your heart slowly starts to thaw, how the light in your eyes shines brighter and brighter as time crawls. Seeing his mate, his fated one, find happiness with his kin brought him no greater joy. Although sometimes he gets jealous when you touch other male dragons or when you spend too much time away from him, he restrains himself. He knows that if he were to just lock you up in his room and give in to his more primal urges, you’ll never be happy.
Instead, he takes things slow. The human way. A slight brush against your hand, a lingering gaze. Thoughtful gifts and sweet letters on your bedside table.
It seems to work, as he notices how you begin to be more conscious of him, blushing when he gets too close and getting all flustered.
When he finally confesses his feelings, it’s only when he's certain you like him back. When he’s sure you won’t try to avoid him or run away from him. Only then does he proclaim his love for you, in the peaceful forest, with a fresh bouquet of all your favourite flowers in his hand.
As per his predictions, you accept his confession and you two officially become a couple.
Now that you’re finally his, it gets harder to suppress his possessiveness around you. Knowing you're his didn’t make things easier for him, it just made him more protective. His hand practically glued to your waist at all times, never leaves your side, always having to know what you’re doing. Logical reasoning becomes a mere whisper in his head, drowned out by the roar of his beastly instincts.
He starts to isolate you, calling you aside just whddden you’re about to go off to the forest. Time and time again you find yourself back on his lap was he slowly lulls you to sleep with the sound of his quill scratching against the parchment and his free hand drawing patterns on your back when all you wanted was to visit the dragons out in the forest. Only when you voice your complaints he acquiesces, but when you go into the forest to find the usual dragons you play with, they’re nowhere to be found.
“Maybe they’re off hunting, my love. Now, let’s go back inside, it’s starting to get chilly out,” his voice carries a tone of finality, and you let yourself be guided back home.
prince!jasontodd x knight!reader | angst | kingdom au
The Kingdom was overrun by violence and bloodshed since the death of the King and one of his sons. The slain prince was first in line to the throne and was to be sworn in within the month though this was purposefully stopped.
Before you left the war room to jump into battle, you heard a voice in the tower that should not have been there when it had been evacuated and emptied for over a day now. No one was supposed to be here but you.
On edge, you unsheathed your sword from your side immediately on your toes as you crept down the hall toward the sounds of soft groaning. Sword pointed, and eyes narrowed, you crept closer. A voice all too familiar croaked out from behind the dark corridor. When the sound hit the sensitive part of your ears, a shiver ran down your spine.
“My liege.”
Metal hit the floor before you could turn to catch him, and his knees crashed down to the cold concrete. Hands shooting up to grab weakly at the backs of your thighs. Blood dribbled from his side, but he made no effort to stop it. The sword clutched in your armoured fist fell, and the sound of iron clattering on concrete made you shake back into yourself. Back into your knighthood.
You are a warrior, you reminded yourself.
Everything else seemed unimportant, and the battle for the prince felt pointless without a prince to fight for. Sinking to your knees with him, you place a rough hand to the wound. Immediately, he drops his head to your armoured shoulder and groans by your ear, closer than he’d let anyone else before.
“Who did this?” rasping as you clutch him closer.
He lifts his head enough to smile at you, pushing the rest of your helmet off your head to get a better look. “You look so beautiful in this light.”
You ignore him, “You’ve lost too much blood, my prince,” pulling him upright with tremendous strength and catching his eyes fluttering, “no, don’t close them! Watch me, I will get you out.”
He hums your name, “I always watch you. I always get and get and get nothing I want.” Murmuring through a haze, “everything and nothing while you stay far from me.”
Catching the meaning before he says aloud, you clasp a hand over his mouth, “You cannot say things like this aloud, prince.”
His laugh muffles under your bloodied palm before he gently removes it and stares. Heterochromic eyes boring into yours, “My brother is dead. This battle is pointless if I do not want the throne.”
“No, you must lead them now more than ever.” you say as he waves you off.
“I don’t want it,” he says half-heartedly, slumping further into you.
Something deep in your chest shifted and roared to be heard. Something that bordered on greed that wasn’t yours to keep anyway. Power and hunger that you’d seen from men who hurt innocent people just to keep, and you selfishly desired because you were not stupid or naïve. You hauled him closer by his shirt and ignored his soft groan of pain.
“Your brother did not die for you to forfeit the throne. You will take it!”
Fully awake, he stares at you in awe. The raw passion in your voice seeming to ring through his drunken haze and superficial wound. Like the sun and the moon shone through you and the eclipse was nothing short of ordinary in your presence, Jason’s lips curl upward. You frown as you look to the scarred J across his cheek and remembered who’d inflicted it with a deep coil in your stomach.
Nothing could be heard but the sounds of your mixed breathing and silent confusion. His hand cradles your cheek before you can protest, and you jolt at the cold on his fingers. He’s humming softly as he brushes a fallen strand of hair from your face that your helmet tugged on when you quickly yanked it off.
“I have waited for you to show me your desires too,” fingers curling around your chin as he brings his face closer to yours and coos, “now you’re being honest, my beautiful, ravishing knight.”
Your eyes fall to his lips. The pink plump flesh parted in a silent gasp as he shamelessly stared right back at your mouth. He sees it as an invitation and leans in when you smell it, the alcohol on his breath. Placing a hand to his chest, you push him back with a little effort, but enough to stop him.
“You shouldn’t act like this when this Kingdom bleeds for you, Prince—” he cuts you off.
“Jason. You will call me by my name, or I might die at my own infliction.”
Caught off guard by him once again, a small laugh slips past your lips at his dramatics, “You are drunk and you are hurt. I told your guards to keep you in their sights.” beginning to grumble before shaking your head, “Let me tend to this at a safer place where your crown is not threatened.”
A cheeky smile forms on his handsome face, “I'd much rather take you to my chambers and find out what is hidden beneath that metal your arm yourself with.”
“My Prince,” you cut yourself off this time to correct, “Jason, don’t make this any more difficult.” Hauling yourself upright and him with you as you stand and ignore his groans of protest. You ask again, “Who did this to you?”
“Who do you think?” rasping as he makes a breathless sound and drops his head back onto your shoulder as you lead him through the back door. “That filthy jester struck me while my back was turned.”
Taking a long sniff from your neck while you swing his arm over your shoulders like you couldn’t feel it. Murmuring about how delicious you smelt.
But you were too distracted now to care.
Ducking past the sounds of metal against metal and screams of pain from daggers thrown. Squelches of flesh being torn that remind you that you were glad to have been here to spot Jason and not the enemy of the state who had followed you inside earlier. Vaguely, you wondered if the prince had seen him talk with you. This man, whom you knew was responsible for King Bruce’s death as well as Prince Richard’s.
He shamed you to no end, and he was regrettably your flesh and blood.
Though this, you would not dare reveal.
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a/n: not proofread again… but i’m back ladies! this was supposed to be a super long series but i decided i had too much world building and put them into their roles in the midst of battle.
She couldn’t believe how she got herself in her current situation - abandoned by her uncle on the Street of Silk.
Rhaenyra was surrounded by people of all sorts. Her mind was racing.
On one hand, there was the fact of the shame this would bring to her family name but also the fact that Daemon had left her feeling pent up and frustrated.
So there she was surrounded by writhing undulating bodies when she felt a set of strong arms grab her.
Rhaenyra gasped only to hear your voice whisper in her ear, “play along”
She turned around to see you - her friend, her protector, her knight standing there. You give her a little wink.
“My word, miss,” you spoke up to any and all who could hear, “you bear quite the resemblance to our crown princess. I take that’s good for business”
Rhaenyra stuttered for a second but then started to play along, “very good. I take it many a man would want time alone with a princess of such fine beauty”
“How much for your time?” You said as part of the ruse.
“I’m not cheap”
“I’m sure you’re worth every gold dragon” you said as you put a bag of coins into her hand.
“Lead the way, my knight” she said with a mischievous smile. But inside, she was relieved that you came to her rescue.
You lead her away from the Street of Silk and to your home. You could’ve taken her back to the castle but there’s no telling who could be following you.
Once inside, you lock the door behind her.
Something about being in a place so personal to you made Rhaenyra feel safe. You quickly served her some tea and wrapped her in a cloak.
She explained her situation and how embarrassed she felt. You explained how the other knights dragged you to the Street of Silk. You’d never buy services there, outside of saving your dearest friend.
Rhaenyra’s heart began to flutter, knowing what you’d do for you. How you’d risk your own name and honor just keep her from being shamed.
In her heart, Rhaenyra didn’t know what or who she would end up being married to. If word did reach her father about what happened, she would ensure you got the praise for saving her.
In that moment Rhaenyra found herself falling for you. Her protector, her knight, the one would always be there for her.
Themes: Servant & Employer Royal Addition / Mermaid/Merman/Mer-Hybrid / Missing You Prompt - oral (reader receiving), monster genitalia descriptions.
Pairings: Anemaris (Prince Merman) x F!Reader (Human Knight)
Words: 8.5k
Notes:
My first story from my new prompt list! This was was Mermaid/Merman with the prompt 'missed you' & 'royal servant x royal character'
And because I'm a sucker for a knight and royal person trope, I had to do that one. This might be continued, but we'll see. If the Mer prompt comes up again, I'll do a Part 2. Let me know what you think!
Please enjoy!
By the third day of the celebrations your patience was stretched so thin a butterfly's wing-beat could throw you into insanity.
It wasn't the party itself. Truth be told you were having quite the fun time watching the party-goers trip over their own frocks in their drunken stupor. You've never seen your royal charge, the Queen of the Blue Depths, laugh so hard until this gala. Her smile was constant. Not a single wrinkle was caused by stress or worry, but by her joy. It was refreshing.
But, no, it wasn't your Queen or the Human royalty - who was gracious enough to host the week long celebration - that caused your eye to twitch. It was the damn Ocean Prince and his constant begging.
"Please, my Pearl, I just need to feel you…" He would whimper against your ear whenever he managed to corner you away from the party. His hands would paw at your hips, tugging you closer until you would practically be on top of him - those pretty lips caught between his teeth, smiling up at you.
He was maddening. He was a distraction. And it was starting to become very troublesome.
Any other time you would have happily indulged in the Prince's sly antics. But you were on duty. Being one of the Queens-Guard rarely allowed you time to indulge in anything personal at the best of times. But now the Queen was out of her waters and surrounded by potential threats, you couldn't risk getting distracted by the Prince. No matter how much he begged.
Even now he plagued your thoughts! Here you were in the center of the party, by the Ocean Queen's side, and could only think about the Prince!
You were on duty! You couldn't afford your mind diving into the dark place that the Prince tried to pull you into.
You looked around the room, taking in the mess of colorful attires and spinning bodies as both Mer and Humans co-existed on the dance-floor. There was a clear distinction between the Humans and those from the deep.
In their humanoid forms, the Mer shimmered like diamonds. Their scales couldn't be hidden entirely by the magic that shifted their bodies to their two legged forms, leaving trails of beautiful iridescent colors along their skin. Poking out from under their elegant attire and sparkling like stars in the bright ball-room light.
The Humans attempted to match them by layering themselves in silk and jewelry, but nothing truly could replicate the beauty of a Mer's scales.
You spotted the other Queens-Guards circling the dance-floor, watching over the party-goers alongside their Human counterparts. There was a sense of peace here tonight. After the first two awkward days, the ice had seemed to melt between the two races and they finally started to mingle properly amongst themselves.
The Queen had been welcomed by the Human royals to their high table. Enjoying a lavish dinner while watching their people celebrate their third year of the signed treaty. The royals chatted amongst themselves. Laughing and gossiping like friends. You were still deciding if the Human royalty were actually kind or if they were playing a role to get into the Queen's graces. They were at least protective over their guests. That you were thankful for.
You stood by the end of the table, closest to the Queen's side, assigned there by Her Majesty herself. And it was this proximity that allowed you to spot the small gesture she sent your way. Pulling your attention to her and her need for you to approach.
You hurried over, leaning down so you could hear her voice over the opera singers that filled the room with their voices.
"I have noticed my son isn't in attendance." The Queen cooed in your ear. Her gaze was like sea foam - pale and playful. A rush of heat burned along your neck when she gave you that look. "Do you know where he is?"
Nothing passed your Queen's gaze.
Your little tumbles with her son? She spotted the side-long looks right away, apparently. After the fourth time you and the Prince rolled around in the shadows of the Ocean Castle, you had tried distancing yourself from the Prince. You were a knight. A Human soldier given to the Mer-Kingdom as a sign of trust between their people and yours. You were not permitted to touch the Prince like that. It would have been treason in the Human Realm.
But that sacrifice of affection for duty from you ended when the Queen pulled you aside and asked why you thought her son wasn't a fitting bed companion.
The mortification of being put on the spot like that doubled when she asked you to keep making her son happy, if you were interested in doing so, of course.
You had to have a long and humiliating talk with the Queen about your adoration for her son. And she scoffed when you had explained the Human laws and traditions circling the royal families. She had practically shoved you towards her son afterwards. Smiling as her son dragged you away to spend the day together.
Now, not only was your duty to keep the Queen safe, but you'd somehow become the Prince's chaperone. He had his own knights and guards, but everyone came to you now whenever they needed to know where he was.
It was rather annoying.
"I'm not sure, Your Majesty." You whispered in return. Searching the crowd for the bothersome Prince.
"Did you wake with him this morning?" The Queen asked.
You tried very hard not to glance at the Human King that sat only a few feet away from the Ocean Queen. You weren't under his control anymore but you were trying your best to keep up appearances while you were in their halls. That includes keeping your relationship with the Prince a secret.
"I did not, Your Majesty." You replied and you tried not to leap into an explanation of why you and he didn't sleep in the same bed last night. The Queen wouldn't understand that you got caught up with a bunch of old friends from the Human Realm and when they walked you to your room, you couldn't exactly go to the Prince's chambers.
Gossip was as deadly as swords in these corridors. You refused to give the Human Realm anything that could hurt the Ocean Royalty. They've been kind to you. Accommodating and understanding. And you repaid them in loyalty that ran so deep you were more than willing to betray your own race for them.
You refused even something small like a difference in royalty-subordinate relations to spin through the gossip wheel here.
The Queen's frown made her delicately lined face lose all joy from it. She possessed an ethereal beauty. And when she frowned, it was as if the Heavens were crying for her. "Go find him. And see why he isn't celebrating with his people."
You nodded, bowing deeply and retreating from the table. Another Queens-Guard took your place by her side and you walked briskly out of the ball-room.
You started your search at the Prince's chambers. A fire was gently smoldering in the mantle and candles had been lit to chase away the shadows that plagued the large room. But it was empty.
Next you went to the gardens. Having been there with him on the second day, you knew how much he enjoyed the blossoming bushes and trees. It had upset him greatly that he couldn't bring a cutting of your favorite flower back to the Ocean Kingdom. Fresh water was hard to come by in the sea. The Prince had promised to send for fresh water when the plant needed it, but you refused. As sweet as the persistence was - forcing a Mer to go ashore and find fresh water every day wasn't exactly feasible in your mind.
But he wasn't there either. After some asking around, a Human servant directed you to the royal ports. Giving news that the Prince had gathered an entourage of Human nobles and went down to the docks to swim with them.
You thanked them and made haste towards the port.
Thankfully, the Prince wasn't stupid enough to leave behind his guard. They flanked the docks like decorative statues. Their armor gleaming silver in the pale half-moon that sat vigil over the dark waters. Some Human guards were also present - watching their Human charges as they sat on the edge of a dock, laughing and cheering as a large twisting tail splashed and coiled beneath the gentle rolling waves of the sea.
The Prince's scales shimmered like the winter auroras. Blues and purples tinged with the brilliant hue of green - a beautiful display of Ocean royalty in the shape of a long, curling tail which bled up into the humanoid torso of what could be mistaken as a young Human male. In there natural forms, Mer were twice the size of a regular Human - not adding the very lengthy tails or flaring, sail-like fins - they were large creatures.
The Prince was no different.
And just as the Human tales and warnings told - Mer were beautiful. Dangerously beautiful.
The Prince matched his Mother's heavenly features as if the stars carved him straight out of their likeness. A heart-shaped face with dagger-like lines forming his handsome cheekbones. His hair was long, dark and shiny, but tonight it was woven and twisted into a ceremonial braid - adorned with pearls and pieces of sea-glass to add a sparkle to his already exquisite appearance.
His laugh was musical as he breached the waves, spraying delicate droplets of water over the nobles watching him. Drawing in his audience's attention like a lure - another display. A tease. He was performing for them, but not in the way they thought. This wasn't a private show from a royal Mer - this was a predator playing with his prey.
Every clap of their hands, every laugh of joy or surprise; it was all carefully articulated by him. The Prince would have spent hours with this group learning their tells and likes - all to eventually get what he wanted. Their praise. Their adoration.
Humans fell for him as easily as ants to a poisoned honey-pot. You knew that first hand. You saw the humans' awe-filled eyes, wide and sparkling, and felt a sickened familiarity.
How long has it been since you were the one paying homage to a Mer Prince just like this? Love-struck. Naive. Helplessly lost in the other-worldly beauty before you.
Long enough to feel a deep sense of anger with every playful flick of the Prince's fins.
As you stepped closer, you were greeted by the Prince's guards. They said nothing, but their helmed faces tipped respectfully when you approached. Slowly, your presence was noticed by the Human nobles and something stirred in your chest, souring your mood further.
You recognized some of them. Your friends from your past life here on Land. What was worse, they ignored you, turning back to the ocean as the Prince surfaced, flicking back his hair in another performance of elegance - as if you were nothing more than a bug passing the party by.
The Prince's twinkling eyes, like rays of sunlight filtering down into the dark depths, found you. His smile was wicked - teasing. But it was gone before the nobles returned their attention to him. A predator masking the intent to do harm.
Something sharp twisted in your chest but almost immediately your logical side slapped the emotional side on the head.
You know what he's like. Stay calm. You told yourself as you halted a few feet behind the gathered on-lookers. Mentally bracing yourself for the snickering conversation that would follow your next words.
"Your Majesty, I was sent to ask why you haven't joined the celebrations tonight." Your voice was flat, leaving no room for emotion or miscommunication to why you were down here. "Your Mother is personally expecting you."
The people you once called friends - smirked, the haze of wine heavily layering their expressions as they looked up at you. "Oh, come on~ The Prince was just showing us his tail." One of them cooed and it grated at you how their tone dripped with toxic sweetness. "We were going to come back soon."
You knew that was a lie. These people were venomous - scavengers layered in pretty baubles and silk. They would have held onto the Prince of the Deep for as long as they could.
The day you left the Human Kingdom was the first real, unguarded breath you've ever taken. All because there were miles upon miles of ocean between you and these types of people.
You pushed back the anger, settling a heavy blanket of indifference over your mind and bowed at the hips. "Forgive the intrusion. I was merely tasked with finding the Prince's location. I did not mean to interrupt." Your eyes found the Prince and his smile faltered. That mask of care-free joy cracked under something hidden in your gaze. "I will inform Her Majesty that you are entertaining others. Excuse me." The bow you dipped towards the Prince was deeper than the one pointed towards the nobles.
You conveyed nothing more. Looked at the Prince no more than you needed too - and you knew it upset him. Because when you turned away from the group, you heard the waters move roughly beneath the docks. Salty spray dusted your skin as the Prince's emotions swelled and crashed, wrangled into calm by his control a second later. And beneath the gentle splashing of water, your ears barely picked up the whisper of the Prince's voice.
Wait…
If there wasn't an audience of beings that would consider walking away after a royal asked you to stop an act of insubordination, you would have happily done so. But the other Mer heard the word as well. They didn't acknowledge it, but you felt their eyes on you.
And the way the Prince swam through the water to rise up beside you, water trickling down his toned, pale abdomen - it was obvious to the Humans that he wanted your attention as well.
You turned to him as if he was your commanding officer. Back straight, hands clasped respectfully in front of you and your eyes down - like you were waiting for orders.
A brush of dejection tickled your ears from Anemaris. All Mer had a song, a voice that they used to communicate beneath the waves. And when you were close, you could feel his emotions if you listened hard enough.
Over your time with him, you've taught yourself to pick up on the shifting tones within Anemaris. Mer language was difficult, but their songs were easier to understand. You never realized just how easily you could hear his song until recently. When you were far away and you heard him on the currents, when no one else knew he was following the Queen's convoy to the surface. About to beg to accompany his Mother to the surface.
And here, even on the surface where Mer songs were drowned out by the wind and noise of the surface world - you could hear the despondency in his voice. Regret. He hated when you acted like a soldier around him. The reminder of the distance that stretched between you.
"Tell Mother I'll be right there." He said and despite his best efforts, you heard the stiffness in his tone.
The Human nobles heard a clipped, frustrated royal talking down to a knight. But you heard the soft edges - the small plea. You replied by bowing again, silently leaving the docks, and that melancholy from him hitched in volume.
You returned to the Queen's side not long later. Dipping your head once more to inform the Queen of her son's whereabouts and his promise to return soon.
And like a shark catching the shimmer of a fleeing fish - her eyes sharpened on your face. Searching for something in your lowered gaze and expressionless mask.
If she found something, the Queen didn't mention it. Instead went back to her conversation with the Human Queen, waving you away to resume your spot by her chair.
At times like this you wished you wore a helmet. Because it took immeasurable concentration to keep your expression neutral and not let the scowl of frustration slip through. But the Queens-Guard were adorned with a circlet instead of protective head wear. Especially at parties - something about appearances.
You didn't really care until now. When you just wanted to hide away from the party and go sleep somewhere. You were so mentally drained keeping up appearances and then Anemaris had to rattle you in front of those people?
It exhausted what little mentality you had left.
Anemaris entered the ball-room alone sometime later. His guards fanned out to join the patrols around the celebration, leaving only two to stand by his side and make space when was needed. His presence in the room was like an angler-fish light, coaxing you to look at him as he breezed through the room, shaking hands and mingling with others. Whenever he laughed, the sound reached your ears despite the clutter of noise in the room.
But you fought against the pull. Watching the area around the Queen. Being the first line of defense when someone approached the table, seeking her attention. You had been told to deter nobles from approaching her tonight. The Queen had informed you she was done with their questions and overly sweet words. Needing a break from the kiss-asses and circling sea-gull patrons.
This was at least something you could use your anger for. When a guest was too pushy, you let the frustration bubble up and carve lines around your eyes. You were an impassable wall of stubbornness and brewing hostility - very few were brave enough to brace your chipped words for more than a minute before hurrying away.
After the fourth hissing exchange with a noble, the Queen motioned you over to her once more. Her eyes sparkled with malicious delight.
"My dear, are you feeling alright?" Her amused tone softened the sharp edges in your chest. Replacing the prickling anger with a ball of sheepishness in your throat. "I don't think I've ever seen you bare teeth like that before."
If you were back home, in the Ocean Palace, you could joke around with the Queen a little. She allowed some banter here and there between her and her trusted guards - but with how closely the Human Royalty were watching, you didn't dare give some quip about knocking some poor noble's teeth out.
"I'm fine, Your Majesty."
Somehow, the automated response seemed to be the worst pick of your dialogue options. The Queen's brows furrowed. Her smile dipped into one of feigned patience and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. You don't think she's ever looked at you with… disappointment in her eyes before.
"It is late." The Queen said offhandedly, turning her eyes onto the mass of gathered Mer and Humans. You didn't follow her gaze. Just waited patiently by the arm of her chair, awaiting your fate. "You're dismissed. Florence can take your place for the night."
You had no reason to feel like a knife had just buried itself in your chest but her tone felt like an attack. Impatient and cold, she waved you away and you hastily followed her instructions. Bowing low, passing on the information to your superior, Florence, and disappearing through a side-door to leave the ballroom behind.
The halls were empty as you traversed the large, maze-like castle to the barracks where the Mer entourage were staying. The Mer royals had their own guest-wing to themselves. Private chambers and gardens. Their staff could easily access them from unseen corridors and linking paths - but the guest servants and guards were kept out of sight, most of the time.
You were no different. No matter how many times Anemaris tried to coax you to stay with him in his private chambers over the course of the royal stay, you remained with the others in the barracks.
Which you were about to enter when a soft melody brushed against your hearing, stalling your hand on the door of the barracks.
Come here…
Exhaustion tugged on the edge of your mind. The thought of curling up on your bunk, probably even in your armor and ceremonial trinkets, called to you like the lull of the sea. But even with how much frustration boiled inside you, how tired your thoughts were, Anemaris' voice seduced you to him.
Your heavy feet carried you through the dimly lit corridors right to his door, which sat cracked open enough for you to see into his chambers.
The fire roared within. Casting bright homely light over the exquisitely made love-seat wrapped in silk and layered in cushions. The air within smelled sweet with wine, and fine foods that sat on a silver tray by the door.
Your mouth watered and your stomach clenched painfully. But you ignored it and stepped into the room before closing the door behind you with a quiet click of the lock.
Anemaris didn't look up from the fire. He sat in front of the lounge, still in his ball-room attire - "I didn't know the Surface had such sway over Humans." His voice bounced off the walls like a lullaby turned cold. Soft, calming - but twisted with a malicious tune of exasperation.
He was, of course, baiting you into something. But you didn't indulge him right away. Instead you began clicking and unstrapping each buckle and belt that held your attire on your person. "What do you mean?" You finally replied after the weight of your armor was set on the dresser and your aching body was free of the metal and scale confines.
"You've spent three days away from the Depths and your mind has shrouded itself from me." He said. "Three days among your kin and suddenly all light has died in your eyes." Anemaris finally looked at you as you joined him by the fire, seating yourself on the lounge by his shoulder. His eyes were darker in this light. The void of the sea swirling behind his beautifully curled lashes. "What poison the Surface air must hold for the laugh in your voice to decay and wither."
You stared at him, unsure how to respond. But you knew what he was referring too. "It's… more complicated than that, Anemaris."
"Ah! She knows my name! And here I thought you had forgotten it, with how little you have addressed me as such these past few days." His voice lost the bored nonchalance.
You sighed and slouched back against the cushions. Resting your head against the back of the lounge and allowed your eyes to close for a second. "Anemaris, please don't do this right now."
"I am your prince, no? I thought I could do what I like and you had to follow orders." Anemaris huffed, resting an elbow on his knee, glaring ice into the fire.
Despite the tension in the air, his words made you smile. You never understood how Anemaris didn't grasp that his royal standing was something more than a title. It was his people's hope. Their future. His future. And yet he ignored it like an old toy forgotten after he outgrew any and all childish possessions.
His aggravation towards those that lorded over you through birthright or social standing was endearing. And you could not imagine the torment if Anemaris acted like every other royal person you knew… but sometimes you really wished he understood that he was a prince and you were a knight sworn to protect him. There was a universe of differences between you and him, but Anemaris never made it feel that way.
"And does my prince wish to fight over why I am so closed lipped around other Humans?" You asked with your eyes still closed. Half sinking into the luxurious cushions that cradled your tired body like clouds. "Or does my Anemaris want to spend a quiet night with me?"
You felt him take up the space beside you. A cool body against your warmed skin, all soft fabrics and gentle fragrances. You tilted your head towards him and his long fingers traced the lines of your neck as he drew you closer.
His lips brushed over your cheek, the smell of wine and fruit on his breath. "I want to know why you're so scared of the Human Kingdom."
Your eyes flew open and you stared up at him in surprise. There was no condemnation in his eyes - only pure calculated curiosity patiently waiting for your mind to pull itself out of the groggy fog and answer him. "I'm not scared of them."
"Then why do you act differently here?" He asked. "After your dinner with your familiars, you've been distant. And when you're in the Human royal's presence you're more guarded, so on edge that even a sword would be considered dull in comparison."
You knew it was obvious, but damn… that obvious? "I told you about their customs here. That royal blood should never mix with lesser bloodlines. I am lesser blood."
Anemaris visibly bristled with your words. If he had his tail, the spines and fins along his scales would have stretched and quivered. "But you are not bound by their laws now. You are ours. Tail or not, you are Mer."
"But we are in their lands." You corrected him. Raising your hand to place your fingers over his when he began to fidget with the collar of your shirt. "I am still Human, Anemaris. No matter how you wish it differently, I am Human. And I am from the Surface, their laws and traditions are my blood and while I am here they will hold me to that. Being with you, it is…wrong in their eyes."
You didn't want to use that word but with how exhausted your brain was, you couldn't word it any other way. You knew immediately that it hurt Anemaris - the grimace in his expression told you as such. "I adore you, Anemaris. The Surface will never change that. But to protect you and your Mother, I must pretend that I am your loyal guard. Bound by duty, not by heart."
"They can't do anything to us." Anemaris' lips trembled with a furious hiss. The hint of his true face slipped through the carefully crafted mask that made him look more Human. "Why hide us away when to harm us is to go against the treaty my parent signed with them?"
You rested your hand against his cheek to soothe him. Brushing the pad of your thumb along the near invisible scales that lined the skin under his eyes. Almost instantly he folded into your touch. The hiss echoing away in his throat as you hushed him. "It's very complicated. And it might not affect you or your Mother or the treaty, but relations between the Mer people and Humans will be affected. No smart Human would ever talk ill to the Prince of the Ocean. But his knights, his people and servants? Whispers and gossip are weapons among the Human court, my sweet Anemaris. Humans who cannot wield swords or fight battles or sway politics use them to weaken the other side. We're the other side. And if I can keep another metaphorical dagger out of their arsenal, I will do it. Our relationship would be a great asset to the court. I don't want them to use it against others because Mer traditions are different than Humans."
Anemaris listened with rapt attention, but his brow creased and his eyes hardened. "That's ridiculous."
You barked a laugh, nodding. "It is." You kissed his lips, drawing back with another bubble of laughter. "It really, really is. But I would not be putting us in this situation if I didn't think it was a problem. It is my job to-"
"Keep me safe, yes-yes." Anemaris interrupted your tangent by lunging forward and capturing your lips in a kiss that pushed you down onto your back and gave Anemaris an opportunity to pin you to the cushions. You smiled against his lips and he responded by tracing your lower lip with the pointed tip of his tongue.
The moment stretched on with silence and warmth surrounding you both. With the comforting weight of him above you, the sweet and teasing motions of his hips and gentle caresses of his hands - the tension that knotted your shoulders began to relax. You both stayed like that until you desperately needed to breathe - what little gasps you could get in-between his lips wasn't enough - and when you tilted your head back to breathe properly, Anemaris moved his mouth to your neck.
Though he didn't latch on like he usually would, he nuzzled and kissed along your pulse point reverently.
"I missed you." He murmured against your skin.
You sluggishly wrap your arms around his shoulders, gently sliding pins and trinkets from his hair while Anemaris marked the expanse of skin just under the collar of your shirt. "I missed you too. I'm sorry for…everything these past few days. I just don't know how to juggle you and the Human race at the same time."
"Then don't juggle." Anemaris said and the cool whisper of his words against your moistened skin made you shiver. He curled his arms under the crook of your back, hugging you. Holding you close so he could revel in your warmth and still angle you so his lips could reach new territory along your chest. Only the bottom buttons of your shirt remained latched now. "It is not your responsibility to burden yourself with every little confrontation between our races. I admire your wishes, though I do not understand nor care for Human gossip - but in three days you have exhausted yourself with worry. You are so very tired, my pearl. I can feel it."
His arms tightened around your waist as if he could feel the way your muscles yearned to still and give in to the comfort of this couch. "Stay with me tonight. We'll rest together."
It was the soft plea in his words that had you nodding. You were tired, for sure, but to avoid trying to sneak out of the chambers without being seen by some Human servant - you had thought up a few excuses to remove yourself from Anemaris' arms.
But you could never refuse him when he was like this.
Soft eyes. Worshipping lips. The way he held you like glass but still touched you as if starved of you - rough and impatient.
Anemaris separated from you only to call for a bath to be run for you both. He returned to your arms almost instantly. Ignoring when a servant entered the chambers with a soft knock, arms full of towels and jugs of warm water. The servant that came and went was Mer, a trusted associate of yours who seemed relieved to see you in Anemaris' chambers. She bid you both good-night after the bath in the adjacent room was steaming and full. And Anemaris trapped you momentarily against the cushions, locked in a deep kiss, before tugging you to your feet and pulling you towards the bath.
He helped you undress. Every piece of clothing that fell to the floor was replaced on your skin by his lips. Slow, open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver and sigh contently until you were bare in front of him. He cupped your cheek, tilting your chin so you were enticed to look at him and leaned towards you until his brow rested against yours.
You slid your hands up along his chest to intertwine your fingers through the long silky strands that curtained down around his shoulders. His following sigh was a release of tension, exhaling every ounce of heaviness from his chest out into the air.
"Is it childish of me to wish to return home?" He asked without opening his eyes. You busied yourself by undressing him just as he did with you. But he didn't allow you to move too much. Keeping your faces close. Breathing you in as your hands near blindly unclasped the ceremonial attire from his body.
"You weren't meant to come in the first place." You said in a low amused whisper. Too sleepy and content to speak any louder than what escaped your lips. "I would say it's childish to complain about a situation you put yourself in."
Anemaris' hand dropped to pinch your hip. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you dance away from him with a laugh. "I didn't want to be separated from you for that long."
Your body warmed and you bit your lip to stop the smile from spreading too wide across your face. Anemaris' smile broadened in the mean time. "Hmm, I thought that might quiet your sarcasm."
It was your turn to pinch him and his hands snatched your fingers away from his stomach so quickly you startled at the sudden movement. You laughed and met his feigned fury with a tilted smirk. But you didn't respond with sarcasm or wit. Your mind was too muddled for that. Instead you finished removing his clothes until he stood naked in front of you.
You've seen Anemaris naked plenty of times, more times than was necessary you would sometimes joke. But this was the first time you've seen him naked in his humanoid form. He looked uncannily Human. The iridescent scales that snaked along parts of his skin gave an ethereal glow to his pale body, twisting and coiling around the defined lines of his muscled arms and abdomen.
But then your eyes, of course, fell to his hips. Where his tail would normally begin and found a slit where a human cock would usually sit. You tilted your head, your fingers naturally seeking out the velvety flesh around Anemaris' slit but he pulled away. Gently taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss against your knuckles.
"Not tonight, Sunfish. I know you're tired." Anemaris said against your palm. Though his eyes betrayed the want he felt, when his hands guided you to the bath - they strayed on your waist and only brushed over the sensitive areas briefly. To touch for the sake of feeling close rather than strike up a fire between you two.
"It's not that… I just haven't seen you naked like this before." You told him, letting him help you step into the warm bathwater before sinking down into the deep section of the ridiculously large tub. "You don't…This is probably going to sound weird to you, but you don't have a cock where Humans do."
Anemaris' brows furrowed as he stepped into the bath beside you. Sinking low into the water before his hands found your waist and he dragged you over to sit between his legs. Even in the water, he kept the magic firmly in place so his tail didn't take up the entirety of the space. But you could feel the way his thighs clenched around you, as if he was trying to figure out how to move his two legs in a familiar environment he normally had a tail in.
"I thought you said that there isn't much difference between a Human cock and a Mer's." Anemaris said as his hands petted down along your legs. Squeezing and touching under and around your thighs and calves, massaging the space so agonizingly close to your core that you squirmed until he relented and rested his hands on your waist.
"The shape of them are similar but not identical. And human phallus hang outside of their body and grow in size when aroused." You explained, using your hands to somewhat showcase how the Human dick sits when soft.
Anemaris was always curious about the human body. It had been his pick-up line a few times whenever he managed to catch your attention and try to persuade you into his bed. That curiosity didn't waver even after you gave him a very hands on demonstration of how Human and Mer could enjoy pleasure together.
He had been curious… but also very curious of you, as well.
"That sounds…easier than a Mer's arousal." Anemaris murmured against your shoulder, deep in contemplation. Then something must have clicked into place in his thoughts and he lifted his lips from your skin, looking at you intently. "Have you had much experience with a Human partner?"
Like many males, Anemaris became very territorial circling something they perceived as theirs. Humans were possessive and controlling with their partners at times, but Mer acted off instinct. You've never seen another Mer grow aggressive towards their partners - but other Mer outside their relationships were a different story.
Your time in the Depths has taught you a whole new way to interact with paired Mers. You had to act submissively, show no interest in anyway that could be perceived as romantic or sexual. Even a passing compliment could set off the more territorial Mers. Anemaris was a very territorial male. Anything he deemed his was off limits to everyone. Including you.
You knew that it was problematic that Anemaris perceived you like a partner. Before the Queen nudged you towards him, that had been the reason you stepped away from him. You saw the hints and changes in his behavior around you and other Mer and you tore yourself from his grasp before he coiled more tightly around your heart.
Even now, when things had settled and in the Depths your close relationship with Anemaris was seen as nothing more than a friends with benefits type of ordeal - you knew there was a problem. That you shouldn't be this intertwined with him.
That the way he monopolized your time outside of your duties wasn't because you were spending time with a friend or were doing what you were ordered.
This was a much deeper and emotional problem.
And now, as he grew agitated with whatever spiral his thoughts had taken, the guilt and torment of your thoughts had you stuttering on your answer. And in response, Anemaris' grip on your waist tightened. The faintest prick of his claws made your skin itch where the tips nudged against the soft flesh.
"And?"
You gawked at him, twisting in his lap until you could look at him properly. "And? What?"
"And were they better lovers than I am?" He asked so firmly, so confidently, that you thought he was joking. You didn't laugh, however. The seriousness in his eyes portrayed just how much he was going to cling to your answer.
There was an evil part of you that wanted to say yes. To refuse him that little piece of victory that he has no right to claim whatsoever. But you'd be lying. Your past lovers didn't hold nearly a fraction of the pleasure and companionable satisfaction that Anemaris gave you. He has been your only Mer lover, he had no competition there. But when it came to lovers overrall… Anemaris surpassed all.
You relented, brushing your lips along the sharp lines of his jaw until your breath fanned over his ear with your words. "You are the best lover I've ever had, Anemaris."
Deep within his chest a subtle hum began to radiate out of him.
Content
Joy
Triumphant
Emotions twisted into a song-like vibration that passed through him and into you. You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed by the clear elated smirk that painted his face.
"All men are the same, though. Mer and Human alike." You mumbled in jest. Your smile breaking the facade when Anemaris pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his hands squeezing your hips as he nuzzled and kissed along your throat. An intimate Mer custom between partners.
"But you are here with me. Not out there with some Human man." He hissed against your skin, all bluff and false aggression as he spat out the word like a disgusting soured fruit. You felt the magic along his body shift and quickly found your skin scrape along the texture of his scales. Spines poked against your arms around his shoulders and you moved your hands to accommodate the protruding fins that began to form along his spine.
Anemaris grew in size around you. His lips could no longer comfortably settle against your neck without you tilting your head almost all the way back. But still he persisted in marking your skin with his fangs and tongue.
His hands now encompassed the space around your waist and ribs. Tugging you down onto the slit that was beginning to spread open from the growing protrusions within the sheath.
The strong thighs you rested on fused together and became one entity. Coiling under you until you were firmly pressed against his chest, a fin with gentle blue membrane opened up to separate you from the rest of the room. Water sloshed over the sides as Anemaris filled the tub and left very little room for you or the water.
Then you felt the first sharp point of his cock and you smirked up at him, watching his Human-like gaze transform into two pupiless pools of deep ocean blue.
"I thought you said not tonight." You murmured as he pressed the tip of his thumb against your lower lip, gently coaxing your mouth to open around the digit until you welcomed the pad of his thumb against your tongue. His fins trembled as the warmth from your mouth encased his skin, creating a beautiful symphony of clacking spines and scales.
"I did… how tired are you?" The aggression from before was gone. Replaced by your Anemaris that yearned for your skin against his. To sink deep into your body and stay there until you were both too exhausted to peel away from the other.
But you were tired. So very tired that even the thought of pleasure didn't appeal to you. "Anemaris, I'm sorry I-"
"No, don't apologize. It's ok." He hushed your words with a gentle kiss, his too large lips dexterously molding in against yours. He held your face carefully between his large palms, like a fragile piece of coral that would shatter if he moved too quickly. "I miss you but I want you taken care of first."
You nodded and allowed your body to relax in his arms as Anemaris washed you; combing your hair as he drizzled shampoo into the strands. Then scrubbed you gently with a sponge and soap, lathering you both in bubbles and adoration until you were nothing but a boneless mess in his hands. He then gathered you up and brought you out of the tub to dry you down.
His Mer tail slithered along the ground like a serpent behind him. Letting him carry you from the bathroom to his luxurious bed, where he laid you down and curled up around you. His tail looped lazily in coils around your body. His hands trailed up along your back, nails tickling along your skin, before applying pressure down along your spine until he reached your lower back.
You tucked a pillow under your chin, letting him touch where he pleased while murmuring a soft telling of his day among the Humans. You noticed he didn't bring up tonight and the docks, but you were too tired to properly question him about it. Your mind was muddled. Lulled into absent-ness by his hands and voice.
Until his lips began to explore the expanse of your back in placement of his fingers. He nipped and sucked, leaving coy marks here and there. Moving down until he nudged your thighs open with his nose and tentatively licked a long strip through your folds.
Your eyes rolled back and you mumbled a soft moan into the pillow. "Anemaris…"
"I know. I just… I couldn't help it." Anemaris nearly whined in returned. The mattress dipped as he moved his torso to settle between your legs. His hands wrapped around your thighs and very gingerly pushed them apart until you were spread out before him. "Forgive, me, te'emor, I will let you rest in a moment."
You barely had time to register the Mer phrase for 'my love' before his tongue was firmly pressed against your entrance. You sighed deeply, your fists clenching handfuls of the duva as Anemaris swirled the thick, cool muscle against your pussy.
He moaned against your skin. Pressing his face deep between your legs until your thighs clenched against his cheeks, holding him there while he slurped and licked leisurely.
Your back arched when the pointed tip of his tongue swirled a single circle around your clit before sliding back to prod and push against your entrance. Bullying the rim until the supple flesh gave way and he could nudge an inch of his tongue into you.
Your walls were stretched, the inner parts of you massaged by the coiling-twisting motions of Anemaris' tongue. Then he withdrew, using his lips to spread your folds until your hole was on display for him and allowed him to continue an unhindered assault on the juices that flowed freely from you.
He kept you there for what felt like hours. Both of you enjoying the quiet night with only your soft moans and the obscene noises of his mouth against your pussy to fill the room. His tail twitched on occasion. The spines creaking whenever you made a particular sound he liked.
You had to turn onto your back at one point due to the position putting too much strain on your chest. And he adjusted your legs to lay over his shoulders, giving your inner thighs a smooch each before dutifully returning to your pleasure. Hands resting on your hips, massaging and occasionally brushing a pad of his finger over your perked nipples - Anemaris worked you up slowly to your climax.
It washed over you sweetly. Making your thighs shake and your back arch - Anemaris' name pouring from your lips as your hips jerked to chase the heightened pleasure. His smirk was just as triumphant as it always was when you came on some part of him. But that smile quickly vanished when the door to his chambers slammed open and a furious looking Mer Queen marched into the room.
You grabbed whatever was available to cover yourself - a pillow you had nearly drooled all over for the first hour while moaning into the silk case - but Anemaris moved more quickly. His tail wrapped around your naked body and the long line of fins flared open to keep you hidden from whoever dared enter his space. He tore himself from your thighs, curled like a striking snake in front of you - facing the humanoid version of his mother.
She didn't bat an eyelid to the whole ordeal.
"What have you done - oh… well, never-mind." The Queen's fury was extinguished immediately when she caught a glimpse of you beneath her son. Completely ignoring the furious hiss that filled the room from Anemaris hostile display of teeth and trembling spines. "Oh, I see you two made up, then?"
Anemaris' hostility didn't waiver, but his lips lowered over his fangs. Clearly confused. "What?"
"I can only assume my favored knight's bad temper today was your cause." The Queen replied, looking up at her son as if she couldn't understand why he didn't see her reasoning. "But it looks like you two made up fine. Am I correct"
By the pointed silence, you guessed the question was directed to you. And you really did not like that you were naked, post-climax, hiding behind a thin wall of membrane and scale… and had to answer the Queen. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty. But um… Anemaris wasn't-"
"Excellent. And here I was about to rip your scales off one by one for upsetting her, Anemaris. Whatever you did, don't do it again." The Queen huffed, giving Anemaris a firm and decisive nod. "And I expect you to be on your best behavior from now on. You left the party with no formal farewell. Do you know how many nobles I had to deal with after you stormed out? It was absolutely ridiculous. Tomorrow night, you will be kissing every ass in that place for walking out like you did. And, lady knight, you will be by his side the entire time. To make it more humiliating for him. Understood?"
The Queen didn't leave until you and Anemaris both agree to her plans. When the door to Anemaris' chambers closed, his fins finally started to lower to let you see the rest of the room again.
Anemaris looked absolutely bewildered. The anger simmering away as he returned to your side, resting on his elbow while you collapsed back against the blankets, chuckling. "What in the Ten Seas did I do?" He demanded with a small hiss.
You smiled up at him and shrugged, playing with a stray strand of hair that tangled down from his neck. "This might be partially my fault. After I came to get you tonight, seeing you with all my old friends - who i know are bad people, by the way… I was in a pretty bad mood. She must have thought you said or did something in that time to upset me."
Anemaris draped an arm over your middle. Tugging you in against his chest until you were snugly cocooned against him. "I guess I did dangle them in front of you like a baited hook." He sighed heavily and rested his head next to yours. Dusting a small kiss against your temple. "I thought… I don't know… I'm sure there was a jealous mindset behind all that but I honestly don't remember." His eyes searched your face. Guiding your gaze to him with a finger against your jaw, tilting your head so you were looking at him. "I'm sorry if I did upset you. After seeing you with them… and then you didn't come to me afterwards…"
You hushed him, lifting your hand to tangle your fingers together and he kissed your knuckles. "No harm done, Anemaris. Just… be careful around them. Anyone, for that matter. Please."
Anemaris nodded. Closing that small gap between you to capture your lips in one final kiss before finally gathering you up in his arms and positioning you tucked under his chin, back against his chest and your arms curled around his.
"No one else matters to me." He murmured against your hair. "You're the only person, Mer and Human, that I will ever lower my guard around."
Your heart clenched and that pushed down, deeper part of you wailed with his proclamation. You didn't let yourself sink into those thoughts - all the plans and excuses to separate yourself from Anemaris - and instead nodded. Letting the comfort of his closeness and steady breathing sooth you, finally, into sleep. And keep the responsibilities of your knighthood out of your mind for a few hours more.
Part 1 of ??? (Gimme headcannons for reader/Dunk/the gang lol)
Warnings: Nothing will be written worse than what’s described in the show ⚔︎
Not requested I just reallllly wanted to write for akotsk and I haven’t seen anyone do a knight reader yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) this will at least have a part two, if not be a series so give me some ideas!
Requests open! + More Stranger Things fics coming while I write pt2 of this!! :)
Word Count: ~2k
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“I hear the only true knight these days is the Silent Knight.” Raymun sighs after discussing Aerion’s stunt at the tourney. Dunk nods, having at least heard your title once from Ser Arlan before his recent passing. “His actions speak more than his words—“ the brunette slurs, raising his ale. The tall knight thinks about honor, about the knights of these days and why they lack it. He is unsure if you really have it, but if the word around the tents is true then he might enjoy your company someday.
You were particular. You had methods, ever since you learned you needed them. Hiding your identity was the first. It was generally dangerous for all women where you frequented. Especially those carrying large bags— you would’ve been begging on hands and knees for unwanted attention. More than the usual at least.
Dressed in loosely draped cloths, you put on the guise of an old merchant no one wanted to buy anything from while traveling between tourneys. Your horse-drawn cart looked old, but what was under the ragged cloths was worth more than your entire being. Plus your horse. You wanted the least amount of attention possible— for now.
Luckily in this village you had a friend who had told you about a suitable spot in the forest on the outskirts. This one had a nice back door entry route into the tourney area, and it was right next to a small hot spring. You rolled your eyes at her, not thinking seriously about the amenity.
“Need I not live like a Targaryen...” You laughed at her after meeting on her way to the coast. She grins and hands you a map and basket, filled with some eggs and bread. Before you can reiterate your point she hushes you.
“Don’t! Win your tourney, you. Get some knight on knight action, after.” She winks, turning about on her way.
Following the map closely, you come upon the small clearing in the trees.
“Time to unpack for these days ahead (H/N).” You sigh at your steed, getting to work so you can make it into town to shop before it gets too busy.
Everyone knows when the Silent Knight comes to the villages, it’s best you wager on him. The townspeople had plenty to say of the character, speculating where he was staying, what knights he was friendly with, the ones he could beat— most. All you do is grin to yourself, turning your head down and thinking of what to meat to buy for the evening.
You normally only wore your armor to and from the tourneys, but now you were feeling like you had to wear it all of the time. Upon returning to your tent, you caught a little bald squire poking around in your belongings in the cart. You watch from behind the brush, noticing him hesitate after discovering your helm and shield under the fabric. Wanting to see who the culprit is, you watch close as he covers the cart and drops down. He starts speaking to (H/N) and your eyes fall upon the little Targaryen, who has disguised himself by shaving the bright hair off. You had been in the family’s company a few months at their request, meaning to train Aerion—who had better things to do, like look for your undisguised self to harass. Aegon would watch you train yourself instead, thinking you’d never noticed him high in the ceiling posts.
You assume he wants to speak with the Silent Knight based on the way he sits on the log you put by your fire pit. He sits up when you break through the leaves.
“Hello boy,” you set your bag down and turn to him. He eyes you carefully.
“Where is he?”
“Pardon?”
“The Silent Knight, I wish to speak with him please, it is urgent.”
“You speak too eloquently for a common squire, Aeg.” His face goes as white as his hair would’ve been, had he any. Looking to dart off, he almost gets away before you catch him. “Would you calm down! It is me you little fool.” You hiss as his elbow digs into you. All he can say is a small ‘wow’ before spouting out the reason he sought your skills.
“A trial by seven…” You’d heard the story a few years back, unsurprised by Aerion’s selfishness in the act of calling upon others. “I will help, but I think we need to sort out our stories.” Aeg nods, waiting politely for you to go first. “Only you know my truth, and it will stay that way. Not even Dunk. I want to know this man who has been more a brother than your own, first. Tonight in the town?” The boy nods, grinning. “(Y/N) is my name when I do not wear my armor.“ You sigh.
“It’s a pretty name, I think you and Ser will get along. And he calls me Egg. Just so you know.” You let out a small laugh and look at the sun in the sky, telling Egg to get his knight in town tonight for you to meet, before you decide to die for him.
You cook up your meal and eat peacefully alone before you embark on this small adventure. A trial by seven had not been heard of in ages. Until the spoiled brat of the dragon family. Grimacing, you remember having to dodge his advances for months while you weren’t disguised during your explicit training routine. You had to be just charming enough to get respect not only as trainer, but also hired as a common laundry maid in order to explain your presence otherwise.
Had you been born anywhere lower in the world, you would’ve been dead before you turned three— it’s a miracle you even learned to talk decently. But you made something of it. Standing abruptly, you tear away the thoughts of your home. The ones people would kill to know— where the Silent Knight grew up. You toss your leftovers into the pot and cover it, planning to come back to it after meeting with Aeg’s companion.
You couldn’t exactly live your life and commit fully to being a lady, but you knew enough to get by when you preferred some nicer fitting cloths and accessories. Dressing like an actual woman again, you sauntered into town— hoping to draw attention on this occasion. Egg’s eyes darted to you entering the local tavern, tugging on Dunk’s sleeve.
Dunk looks up from studying his plate, the once dark look he had flowing away. He’d never seen such a beautiful lady— even Tanselle had escaped his thoughts after she’d promptly left town. Eyes wide, his cheeks burn warm like the fire nearby.
“You should talk to her, Ser.” Egg suggests. Now, the tall knight looks at his squire like he’s gone mad.
“I certainly should not…” Dunk whispers and looks away, not noticing you approaching the table.
“I think she’s decided for you.” Egg grins, darting off after collecting his table scraps.
Upon introducing yourself to the honorable hedge knight, you learned he was originally of Flea Bottom before squiring around the realm with the hedge knight Ser Arlan of Pennytree.
“So you’ve been around quite much these past few years, what a privilege it is.” You comment, thinking of all the places you’d gotten to see due to the nature of your lifestyle. Dunk observes your demeanor, at least putting together the fact you’d traveled before.
“Are you wed? Sorry, do you have a husband around somewhere?” He politely asks before getting his hopes anywhere near rising.
“I am privileged enough to care for myself mostly, I have friends in many places if I need.” Dunk shyly grins, nodding at your statement.
“I want to be that way too, well I suppose I’m on the way to…” His head dips, light brown hair shining with the fire.
“Well, you’ve just made one with me so any friend of mine is a friend of yours now.” He thinks you don’t catch his look as you take a swig of your ale, but your blush tells otherwise. “Let’s dance.” You set down the cup and grab the giants arm, pulling him with ease. He makes a noise but ultimately follows, having the best time he’s had in awhile.
After the evening filled with dancing, drinking, and celebration, you tell Dunk you wish for some fresher air.
“Thank you for accompanying me this night, Ser. You are quite the gentle man, and you seem honorable from what I have heard.” You compliment, making the tall knight flush red in the moonlight.
“Thank you (Y/N), you are too kind… may I walk you back to your tent? I’m sure Egg has made his way back to our lodgings.” Dunk offers, looking down at you. Even though you didn’t need it, you accepted to spend some more time with him.
On the walk he told you of what Aerion did to Tanselle. It painfully reminded you of a few nights when you were still learning routines around the dragons as a common maid. You knew before, but now you were sure his cause was truly worthy. To you, at least.
“My lodgings aren’t that glamorous, but a friend trusted this spot for me so I do as well.” You explain, clearing the way and showing off your setup. He looks around, like he’d never seen such a beautiful place. He noted it was very well put together, and noticed the hot spring. You commented about using it soon, and he said his goodnights, wanting to find Egg and go to sleep before his big trial.
But you did not use your spring, just yet anyways, you had to wait for Egg to sneak off from Dunk so you could give him your answer. An hour later he came skipping in, having pried information about the mystery girl from his knight.
“Heard you had a good knight.” He winks, teasing.
“Careful,” you shoot him a look, “you’re waiting for an important answer from me.” He quiets down and nods, giving a small ‘sorry.’ Looking up at the stars you think about one night in the castle, from before.
You liked roaming the castle at night, unfortunately as did Aerion. Never had your paths or schedules crossed before, so you hadn’t the slightest clue he’d heard you humming from down the hallway. He had stopped, quickly peering around the corner to see you. The Targaryen had noticed you first directly after his father had approved your hiring. Something about you he liked. He liked it so much he’d ditch training session on training session with The Silent Knight just to look for you. When that didn’t work, and he’d finally found you now, he had to take his chance.
His hand shot out before your face, aiming to grab you before anything could be done about it. Unfortunately for him and his missed training sessions, he wasn’t fast enough for your reaction. You shot backwards, crouching, waiting for the assailant wearily. Because who in the castle would want a common maid?
Aerion’s heels click as his calmly turns the corner. You stand straight as he looks at you closely, approaching.
“There are women who would die to receive my touch.” He states, his words resembling fire and heating your cheek. He grabs your arm forcefully and would have broken it had Daeron not stumbled out of his large room door, drunken but stern enough to send Aerion away. But that would not be the last run in with the white-haired heir.
You return to your conversation with the boy. He looks at you expectantly.
“I will commit to being one of your seven, but I want to have your permission to have Aerion’s hand.” You leave out your reasoning.
Clomping heels sing in their march toward your position, prideful steps reverberating through the narrow corridor. For a flicker instant, the pristine polish of that blasted woman's eyesore of a helmet blinds you as sunlight pouring through the window bounces off the pointed curves. The air ripples as she twirls her spear in hand - leveling its sharpened blade with your shielded neck as she towers boastfully before you.
"Y/n! What a surprise is to see you here!" Throwing her braided hair behind one shoulder, an expression of euphoria snakes across her face as she sighs blissfully. "The gods have smiled upon me this morning!"
"General." Unbothered by the obvious ploy to keep you in place, you push her spear aside." "I believe you are well aware of my schedule- What with your relentless attempts at proposing a duel."
"Ah, my queen bathed in thorns- Surely you could've ended that sentence at the proposal? After all, I only ask you to fight me so that you may see that i alone am the one who will tame your warrior's heart?"
"...I'll pass."
"Aghhh!" Stomping her feet against the stone floor, your general collapses to her knees - arms outstretched to you in yearning!
"Face me, My Bride! Battle me and allow me to strike you down so fiercely that the shame on your bloodline results in you resigning from your post, and becoming mine entirely! Allow the defeat to course through your veins in such a way that you'll be one with me in every life time!""
"There are more important things to fight over. Does the protection and safety of our people mean nothing to you?"
"This kingdom is nothing to me without you! I'd burn it to the ground myself if you parted ways from my side. Beneath your boyish charm I know there is a maiden dying to be freed. And someday I will give you that freedom, My Love."
"I'd rather die at the hands of a thief."
The gasp of horror your general expelles leaves your ears ringing for the remainder of the day.
Hey o! I’ve been thinking about this AU throughout my stress filled depression.
So, imagine how toxic the 141’s relationship with reader is at first. Reader has never had any affection before, and, even when resentful of the men and what they put them through, still craves their affection and praise. I honestly think the 4 men, after a while, becomes kind of obsessed with their big tence guard. ( they see reader as a pet more than a person in the beginning, but still loves them nonetheless the less.)
I’m thinking that they slowly stake claim on reader; ordering them more often, making the poor thing sit at the table more often ( Simon probably traps you on his lap, while kyle hand feeds feeds meat and pour fine wine down your throat, laughing ), then other acts before It escalates to reader being forbidden from being more than 15 feet from any one of them;
“Why would you need to always be around, little knight? Are we not to be protected at all times?” Marcavich asked with a raised eyebrow when you tried to protest(a pathetic protest, really. You never did learn how to bite the hands that chokes you slowly)
(You have a packed bag, and have been prepping your mind for your escape, as if they don’t know… be careful, little knight, for the kings are not over magically binding you to them. They know a man in the north who can chant a good spell)
Hey guys! I’m back! Sorta. I haven’t been myself lately, tired, stressed…. But I miss this place, so, I’ll be trying. Honestly, this drable sucks beans, but at least I it something out here.
If you don’t feel ok, don’t be like me, tell someone…. Drink water, and sleep early tonight,
Just a twist on the yandere knight x dragon reader my single pringles~💜
Yandere dragon~ Who's the most feared dragon in all the land and has destroyed many Kingdoms with his wrath.
Yandere dragon~ Who, like any other dragon, collected precious and beautiful things and kingdoms would normally offer treasures in return for mercy and that's exactly what your kingdom did.
Yandere dragon~ Who soon got bored and displeased with the treasures offered and decided to take the princess instead and you had to rescue her since you're the most honored knight in the kingdom.
Yandere dragon~ Who was amused to see you demanding he release the princess. It was cute to see a tiny little knight facing the most feared dragon and he decided to toy with you for a bit before devouring you.
Yandere dragon~ Who was quite impressed with your skills but easily wore you out and was about to burn you to a crisp when suddenly your helmet fell off.
Yandere dragon~ Who is temporarily stunned by you. You were astonishing the most beautiful treasure he's ever come across.
Yandere dragon~ Who watches you ride away on your stead while he's distracted to safety his deep amber eyes lingering on your form.
Yandere dragon~ Who flies to your kingdom and makes s deal with the king, the princess in return you.
Yandere dragon~ Who grins at how the king immediate agreed and the villagers quickly give you to him and have you tied up so pretty like a gift on Christmas morning.
Yandere dragon~ Who shows you his human form in order to scare you a little less and in hopes it'll be easier for you to take him as your mate since he knows how captivating he is in that form.
Yandere dragon~ Who treats you like glass humans do tend to be quite fragile after all and he could never harm his little treasure.
Yandere dragon~ Who breeds you as soon as you warm up to him and makes sure to be extra gentle with you if he's just a little too rough he'll be sure to break you.
Yandere dragon~ Who covers you in jewels and rubies as a way to show you're his you didn't seem to like the love bites, but he still gives you some on occasion.
No one will ever harm you or our family my treasure…I'll make sure of it~
