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[bunnis-monsters]

“You’re romanticizing it!”

No, actually, I’m sexualizing it. Thanks.

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[maidragoste]

I'm yours

Aerion Targaryen x Wife!Stark!Reader

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Warnings: Brief mention of sex

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

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When your father told you that you would be going to King's Landing and marrying Prince Aerion, you weren't exactly thrilled about the idea. You knew you should be grateful for such a good match, but you were afraid to leave Winterfell, your home. You had always imagined yourself growing old in the North, married to a northern man from another noble house.

But now, moons later, you were glad your father had arranged this marriage. You are happy with Aerion.

When you first met him, you didn't know exactly what to expect—the truth is, the ladies and maids of the court didn't help calm your nerves and uncertainty when they told you to be careful around him while they were preparing you for your wedding—but Aerion had surprised you. During your wedding, he had asked the singers and musicians to play northern songs. You danced together for much of the celebration, and he showed you the artist he hired to take portraits of the two of you during the celebration. But Aerion completely won you over when he defended you from a lord who was getting a little too handsy during the bedroom celebration.

Oh, and your wedding night also held a pleasant surprise. You were afraid he'd go straight to the point and treat this solely as his duty to produce his heir. You were also afraid he'd be too rough and hurt you. But Aerion took his time with you and made you feel things you never imagined you could feel.

Aerion had shown you how a man could please a woman with just his mouth. He had spent what felt like hours with his head between your thighs, savoring your flower until he was satisfied, then kissed you with your arousal still on his lips. You kissed again and again as he prepared you with his fingers until he thought you were ready to take his cock. He whispered compliments, like how beautiful you looked to him and how lucky he was to have you all to himself, promising to make you feel good as he entered you.

The next day, you didn't understand why the maids looked at you with concern when they came to help you get ready for your day. Yes, Aerion had left many love bites all over your body, but you didn't see anything wrong with it. He hadn't been rough with you.

You thought that with time, the people at court would stop staring at you so much. You believed it was because your northern dresses were different and more salvaged than those of the court. Also, your northern accent was too strong. You thought that perhaps that drew people's attention, but you had no idea that the real reason for their stares was that they couldn't believe how happy you looked with Prince Aerion.

For the noblewomen of the court and the servants, it felt surreal to see you strolling through the halls, your arm linked with Aerion's. To see the two of you laughing and kissing as if you were a normal couple. Perhaps people wouldn't be so shocked if it were another man, but everyone had seen how cruel the prince could be. That's why, during the first weeks of your marriage, your maids kept asking if you were alright while discreetly searching for any bruises, until they saw you were becoming irritated and stopped.

It didn't go unnoticed that since Aerion married you, he no longer seemed to cause nearly as much trouble as before. He didn't look for any excuse to punish or mock the servants or other nobles.

Some began to think that perhaps you were what Aerion had always needed. A loving wife to soothe the monster.

King Daeron also noticed the change in his troubled grandson, so in the middle of a family dinner, he innocently remarked that he was glad he had chosen you as Aerion's bride instead of Prince Valarr or Prince Daeron, as he had initially considered.

You were surprised. Perhaps you were too caught up in your own head because you didn't notice the discomfort and tension at the table.

"It's unfair. Why didn't you ask me? I would have liked to have such a beautiful wife," Daeron said, clearly joking, trying to lighten the mood.

You laughed, knowing it was just a simple joke.

But Aerion didn't find it funny.

After that scene, you saw the change in your husband. You noticed how Aerion now seemed more aggressive in the yard when training with Valarr, how he seemed to look for any excuse to make a tasteless comment or a "joke" to his cousin or brother, as if he wanted to prove to everyone, especially you, that they were inferior to him. You didn't like it. He had never shown you this side of himself before. You hated seeing this attitude in Aerion.

You reached your breaking point after seeing Daeron's sad expression when Aerion made a joke about him potentially choking on his own vomit from drinking so much at dinner. That's why, as soon as you two returned to your shared quarters, you confronted your husband directly.

“You have to stop. Right now,” you said firmly, your eyes never leaving his. Your gaze was icy, mimicking the look your father had whenever he judged someone.

For the first time, you weren't looking at him like a sweet girlfriend, but like a Stark ready to fight.

“Stop what?” the prince asked, still somewhat surprised by your attitude. He didn't recall ever seeing you look at someone like that during your entire stay.

“Ever since your grandfather mentioned he considered marrying me off to Valarr and Daeron, you've been acting like an idiot. You're mean to everyone for no reason,” you said, crossing your arms, your annoyance evident in your voice.

“I…”

“But nothing,” you interrupted, not wanting to hear excuses. “The way you've been acting lately, instead of making me think well of you, is only ruining the image I had of you.” Your words left him speechless.

Aerion didn't want to lose your affection. He had worked hard all these moons to show you his good and charming side to win you over. He didn't want to lose all the progress you had made together, and he let himself be carried away by his anger and jealousy.

“I’m sorry, my lady. You’re right, my actions were terrible,” he said, because he knew it was the right thing to say and what his wife expected him to say, as he approached you, wanting to close the distance between you.

“I can forgive you, but I won’t yet,” you said, though you allowed him to put his arm around your waist. “Your attitude offended me deeply. You don’t need to boast or try to improve yourself in my eyes by humiliating other men, your family. I’m your wife now, my eyes are only for you,” you said seriously, taking his chin in your hand. “Remember that next time you’re tempted to be an idiot, I’m yours now.”

Aerion can't help but smile when he hears you call yourself his. Even so, he starts thinking about getting you a necklace with his initial. He was glad to know you were clear that you belonged to him, but he needed men to understand that too.

"I'll remember it," he promises, and kisses you. You barely manage to resist before melting in his arms.

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ERASURE | YANDERE!QIFREY x READER | WITCH HAT ATELIER

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A/N: i know i know qifrey x olruggio but let a girl dream

The scent of rain and crushed sage always preceded him. 

It was a comforting scent, or at least, your body had been conditioned to believe so.

You sat by the window of the Great Hall, a blank sheet of magical parchment resting on your lap. You held a quill, but your hand hovered aimlessly. 

There was a nagging itch at the back of your mind, like a word on the tip of your tongue that refused to form. You felt as though you were waiting for someone—someone who wasn't here—but when you looked around the Atelier, everyone was accounted for.

"You’re brooding again, my dear. It doesn't suit the brightness of your eyes."

Qifrey’s voice was like silk, smooth and deceptively strong. He stepped from the shadows of the corridor, his white cloak fluttering behind him like the wings of a moth. His glasses caught the candlelight, obscuring his gaze for a fleeting second before he leaned down, pressing a hand to the table beside you.

As ever, he looked quite ethereal, in a way.

But it was hard to focus on the way he looked, when your mind was so bothered. 

"I...I feel like I've forgotten something important, Master Qifrey," you whispered, looking up at him. "A name. Or a place. Every time I try to grasp it, it melts away like ink in a basin."

Qifrey’s expression softened into that trademark look of gentle concern—the one that made his students trust him with their lives. He reached out, his thumb brushing your temple, trailing just along your hairline.

"It’s the aftereffects of the Brimmed Caps' attack," he said softly. "The trauma was deep. My memory-mending charms are simply helping your mind seal the wounds. If it hurts to remember, it’s because those memories were meant to harm you. Trust me to hold them for you instead."

You leaned into his touch, seeking stability. "You're always so kind to me."

He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he guided you back toward your private quarters—a room that had become increasingly filled with his things, his books, his presence.

…

That night, the "rest" Qifrey promised didn't come. You awoke with a parched throat and a heavy heart. The Atelier was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock and the distant lap of waves against the cliffs.

As you reached for the water pitcher on your bedside table, your hand knocked over a small, unassuming wooden box tucked deep under the bedframe. It wasn't yours—or was it?

Inside was a stack of parchment scraps, bound by a fraying ribbon. The handwriting was frantic, jagged, and unmistakably yours.

Day 14: He used the silver ink again. My mother’s face is blurring. I tried to draw her, but my hand wouldn't move. He’s watching the pen.

Day 22: I asked about Olruggio today. Qifrey told me Olruggio left the Atelier months ago. But I found a warm pipe in the workshop. He’s lying. He’s making them disappear from my head.

Day 30: If you are reading this, don’t drink the tea. The blue tea. It tastes like sage, but it smells like memory-rot. Run before the ink dries.

The air left your lungs in a painful rush. The "trauma" he mentioned...the "attack"...it wasn't the Brimmed Caps. 

It was him. 

You looked at your pillows and saw the faint, shimmering stains of silver-blue ink—the residue of magic poured into your ear while you slept, rewriting the architecture of your soul.

"It’s a heavy burden, isn't it? Knowing the truth."

The voice came from the doorway. Qifrey was standing there, devoid of his usual warmth. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and his one visible eye was sharp, piercing, and terrifyingly focused. He held a small crystal vial filled with a swirling, iridescent liquid.

"Qifrey," you gasped, clutching the notes to your chest. "You...you stole them. My family, my friends...you’ve been erasing them."

He walked toward you, his footsteps silent. He didn't look angry; he looked pitying. "The world is a cruel place for someone as talented and soft-hearted as you. They would have taken you from me. The Council would have used you as a tool. The Brimmed Caps would have turned you into a monster."

He stopped just inches away, his shadow looming over you.

"I am the only one who truly wants you for you," he whispered, reaching out to take the notes from your trembling hands. You tried to pull away, but your limbs felt heavy, as if the very air had turned to lead. "Not for your magic. Not for your potential. Just to have you here, safe in the quiet of my home."

"This isn't a home," you choked out. "It’s a birdcage."

Qifrey smiled, a small, heartbreakingly beautiful tilt of the lips. He uncorked the vial. The scent of sage filled the room, thicker than ever.

"A cage keeps the predator out as much as it keeps the bird in," he murmured. He dipped a fine-tipped brush into the vial. "You’ve had a nightmare, my dear. A terrible, confusing dream brought on by exhaustion."

"No...please..."

"Shh," he hushed you, his hand cupping your cheek with terrifying tenderness. He began to draw a small, intricate circle on your forehead, the ink cool against your skin. "Tomorrow, you’ll wake up, and the sun will be shining. You’ll remember how much you love the library, and how much you trust your Master. And these ugly, jagged thoughts...they'll be nothing but smoke."

As the magic took hold, the terror began to ebb away, replaced by a forced, hollow peace. The notes in your hand felt like gibberish. The man in front of you felt like your entire world.

"Who am I?" he asked, testing the limits of the spell as your eyes began to glaze over. Your voice was a whisper, vacant and sweet. "You're…Qifrey. My protector."

He leaned down, kissing your brow where the ink was still wet, his expression one of absolute, obsessive triumph.

"Exactly," he whispered. "And I'm never letting anyone hurt you again. Especially not yourself."

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Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

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