Characters From Westeros -
The Dance Of The Dragons (House Of The Dragon :
Aegon Targaryen - LINK
Aeron Bracken - LINK
Cregan Stark - LINK
Daemon Targaryen - LINK
Davos Blackwood - LINK
Gwayne Hightower - LINK
Jacaerys (Jace) Velaryon - LINK
Lucerys (Luke) Velaryon - LINK
Oscar Tully - LINK
The Erased Tale of Viseya Targaryen - LINK
The War Of The Five Kings (Game Of Thrones) :
Bran Stark - LINK
Jojen Reed - LINK
Lancel Lannister - LINK
Viserys II Targaryen - LINK
Characters From Derry, Maine (IT) :
Bill Denbrough - LINK
Richie Tozier - LINK
Characters From Hawkins, Indiana (Stranger Things) :
Henry Creel - LINK
Mike Wheeler - LINK
Wheeler & Krane - LINK
Characters Played By Thomas Brodie Sangster :
Adam Douglas (Lewis The Mind Has Mountains) - LINK
Benny Watts (The Queens Gambit) - LINK No.1 & LINK No.2
Casey (Some Dogs Bite) - LINK
Donald (Death Of A Superhero) - LINK
Jack Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) - LINK No.1 & LINK No.2 & Mrs Dawkins Series
Jake Murry (Accused) - LINK
Lampwick (Pinnochio) - LINK
Malcolm Mclaren (Pistol) - LINK
Newt (The Maze Runner) - LINK
Nigel (Orbit Ever After) - LINK
Paul McCartney (Nowhere Boy) - LINK
Rafe Sadler (Wolf Hall) - LINK
Romulus Augustus (The Last Legion) - LINK
Samuel Brawne (Bright Star) - LINK
Samuel Emmerson (My Left Hand Man / Phantom Halo) - LINK
Sam (Love Actually) - LINK
Simon Brown (Nanny McPhee) - LINK
Thannisson (Star Wars Force Awakens) - LINK
Timothy Latimer (Doctor Who) - LINK
Whitey Winn (Godless) - LINK No.1 & LINK No.2
Characters Played By Finn Wolfhard :
Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) - LINK
Richie Tozier (IT) - LINK
Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters) - LINK
Characters Played By Asa Butterfield :
Jacon Portman (MPHFPC) - LINK
Otis Millburn (Sex Education) - LINK
Willoughby Blake (Slaughter House Rulez) - LINK
Characters Played By Tom Holland :
Gregory Crowmwell (Wolf Hall) - LINK
Nathan Drake (Uncharted) - LINK
Peter Parker (MCU Spiderman) - LINK
More Characters (Alphabetically):
The 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) - LINK
Albert Atreides (Dune Prophecy) - LINK
Anthony Lockwood (Lockwood & Co.) - LINK
Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead) - LINK
Elrond Peredhel (Rings Of Power) - LINK
Jerome Clarke (House Of Anubis) - LINK
Lucien / Milo Crown (Morbius) - LINK
Oliver Otto (American Housewife) - LINK
Telemachus (EPIC The Musical) - LINK
Tyler Galpin (Wednesday) - LINK
Mike already missed Lana so badly; she’d only been gone half an hour, and he was already curled up into a ball on his bed, trying not to cry into his pillows. Even without Lana there, he’d stayed on one side of the bed, wanting to preserve the scent of her on his other pillow and his sheets for as long as it would last. And… because a part of him just loved thinking of it as Lana’s side of the bed.
“Hey,” Nancy smirked as she came and leaned on his doorframe, in her jeans and pink sweater. “You pouting?”
“No.” Mike rolled his eyes, unwilling to admit that he was definitely pouting,
“You miss your girlfriend?”
“…yes,” he admitted, “Actually, can I talk to you about something, Nance?”
“Ooohh, am I gonna have to give you the talk?”
“No, I just… wanna talk.”
She playfully rolled her eyes and closed his bedroom door, “Am I safe to sit?” She asked, glancing at his bedsheets,
“I did change them since Lana left… but I also don’t know how to clean a mattress, so? At your own risk.”
She sat herself down on his office chair and wheeled it close to the bed, putting her foot up on his bed and her hands on her knee, “So… what are we talking about, Michael?”
“Well,” He began, “Look, Lana is my first… let’s be honest, real relationship. I know I had… El, but that was middle school, I was young, dumb, and I didn’t really know how stuff worked.”
“So this is the first time… stuff is happening.”
“Stuff… happened with El.”
“Did it?” She raised a brow,
“Not a lot… but stuff.”
“Can we just cut the nonsense and talk like adults?”
He sighed but nodded, “Okay, El and I… made out, but that was as far as anything ever went.”
“So never past first base?”
“What are the bases again?”
“First base is kissing.”
“Which we did.”
“Second base is touching, over clothes, typically just above the waist.”
“I mean… yes, but less in a romantic context and more in a … she put her hand on my chest while we had a cuddle?”
“So not second base.”
“No, not really.”
“Third base is touching base skin. Oral and hand stuff typically.”
“Ohh! Yeah, yeah, not third. And I assume a home run is-”
“Sex.”
“Yeah. Figured.” He nodded, “So yeah, no more than first with El, but we were middle schoolers, we were lucky we got over the whole… cooties thing.”
“But with Lana?”
“Well…” Mike blushed, “Definitely first, and second… we haven’t… fully done third base, but… we have… tiptoed around it.”
“Tiptoed?”
“Not third base… yet.”
“Memories.” She scoffed,
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, relax, not a word to mom and dad.”
“Good, I’d be dead if they knew.”
“Kinda owe you, after all the times you kept quiet about Steve climbing in my window.”
“To be fair, he was not secretive. I kept Lana here a week and you guys didn’t-”
“You what?”
“… Ooohh.” He gulped, “Yeah, so… you know how I’ve kinda… done all the laundry and said… I have a uhhh… project in the basement?”
“Yes.”
“… I kinda had Lana in the basement.”
“Really?” she laughed,
“It wasn’t for anything… like that!” he told her, “She was sick, and her dad’s an asshole. I wanted to… make sure she got better.”
“Adorable. And you two are… official now?”
“Official,” he smiled, unable to hide how giddy he was, “she’s my girlfriend… and I feel… so very happy.”
“You seem it, and I mean that, Mike. It’s been a very long time since I saw you this happy.” She smiled, “We can all breathe a little easier, knowing the darkness is over. You have your friends, you have school going well, and you have… Lana. It’s about time things were peaceful, and you got to be a normal teenager.”
“Thanks, Nancy,”
“You’re welcome,” she smiled, “But you know, no matter what, I’m here for you, to rant, to talk, to… keep some secrets, just… be careful, okay.”
Staring - Carl Grimes X Reader
Rating - 15
Reading Time - 12 min 4 sec (1567)
Requested -
lovestriuck - I LOVE i need a # part two !!!
Y/n was utterly in awe of Alexandria, and Carl couldn’t help being smug about it. He showed her the houses, the crops, the solar panels and everything that made the place so heavenly after she’d been alone so long. He took her to the Grimes house and presented her proudly to Carl and Michonne.
“I found Y/n!” he smiled, his hands on her shoulders, “She can stay right?” He asked, as if he were asking to keep a lost puppy he had found,
“Ughhh…” Michonne began, wide-eyed as she deferred to Rick,
“Yeah, uhh, where did you find her?” Rick asked,
“Wandering the highway,” he shrugged, “She’s not bitten, and she has a shotgun and a pistol!”
“Hi,” Y/n politely waved,
“... Well… alright, she's staying in your room?” Rick sighed,
“Yeah,” Carl nodded,
“Okay, guess it’s fine,”
“Thanks dad,” He smiled immediately, dragging Y/n up to his bedroom.
As soon as they were inside, her jaw dropped in shock, and she looked around in utter awe and surprise at the place.
“This is… where you live now?”
“Where we live now,” he corrected her as he closed the door behind them, “It has everything, power, hot running water, soft sheets we get to toss in the dryer, home-cooked meals, you are going to love it!”
“And… I really get to stay?”
“Of course you do, Y/n,” he smiled, “I am never letting your butt out of my sight again,” He cooed,
She happily put her heavy backpack down, abandoning it on the floor, before she jumped on the bed and nuzzled with the sheets,
“Awwww, what a cosy little bug,” he laughed as he came over and petted her hair, “Oh, you are gonna sleep so good tonight, first safe night in so long.”
“But shower first?”
“Of course, you go and have the hottest shower or bath you want. Use as much body wash and shampoo as you want, okay, Y/n.” He told her, “I will set up our bed with some nice fresh sheets for us tonight.”
She nodded in agreement,
“And do you want me to toss your clothes in the washer?”
“Yes, please.”
“Consider it done,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “Go on, enjoy it.”
She nodded and happily got up from the bed, kicking off her boots already, “What do I wear when I get out? If you are tossing my clothes in?”
“You can borrow a shirt and some boxers,” he shrugged,
“And socks?”
“Yes, and socks, Y/n.” He laughed, “ohh is there anything… you want me to… avoid looking at in here?” he asked as he went to her backpack,
“Nope, I have no secrets from you, Carl,” she giggled as she ran off into the bathroom,
“Alright,” Carl nodded,
As soon as he heard the shower running, he got to work, he unpacked her backpack for her, placing all her camping gear in his closet, all her weapons down in the pantry with the family's own, placing her beloved trinkets and heirlooms in places around his bedroom, so she would seamlessly slip into this life he’d set up for himself.
He stripped his bed, removing all the grey sheets and covers and tossing them into his laundry basket. Then he emptied her backpack of clothes, regardless of how clean or dirty it seamed he tossed everything into the basket so it could be cleaned for her.
He took the basket downstairs, letting out a few grunts and grumbles given how heavy it was, taking it down to the laundry room and throwing her clothes into the washer.
On the way back to his room, he grabbed some fresh sheets from the airing cupboard and made his bed. Tossing on the blue plaid covers and sheets, and adding an extra warm blanket just in case she got chilly or just wanted something soft to nuzzle. Even if he knew she’d come and nuzzle him in both those scenarios.
He laid out an old pair of boxers that he rarely wore as well as a t-shirt that didn’t really fit him properly, but it would be too big for her in a very adorable way.
“Hey,” Y/n’s voice caught him off guard,
“Oh! Hey,” He smiled as he looked up, seeing her standing by the bathroom door in her little towel, water dripping out of her hair, “Good shower?”
“Mhm,” she nodded, “Very hot, and now I smell like pomegranate.”
“Yeah, we’ll have to see about getting you some toiletries of your own, so you don’t have to smell like me.”
“I like smelling like you,” She shrugged,
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it’s comforting.”
“Well, at least it's now I smell now and now how I did over our second summer,” he laughed,
“Oh god, you were disgusting!” she laughed as she dried off, “you used to turn the flowers when you walked by,”
“I couldn’t help it!” He whined, “I had no access to a shower or deodorant. I’d been wearing the same clothes for months. And I was… a growing boy.”
“A gross teenager.”
“You never seemed to mind when it was lights out,” He teased her,
“Because you are the best for cuddles,” she smiled, “Or… were,”
“I think I still am, I admit I’m likely a little rusty. But it’s like riding a bike, I am sure as soon as you are back against my chest I’ll remember.”
“You haven’t been cuddling anyone else?” She asked as she took the boxers and began to work them on under her towel,
“Why would I be cuddling anyone? When you weren't here.”
“Surprised you kept your skills a secret,” she laughed, “You could have been trading girls' cuddles for comics and candy.”
“I- I am not a cuddle whore!” He laughed,
“I’m only kidding,”
“Good, I was about to go over there and tickle the life out of you.”
She rolled her eyes playfully as she tossed the t-shirt on and the towel off, giving it a slight adjustment.
Carl couldn’t help letting his eye run over her, from foot to crown. So much had changed about her body, but she would likely say the same about him. He suddenly felt very nervous and anxious, after all, Y/n wasn’t a little girl anymore, she wasn’t the same tiny little thing that shared seats, cots and hammocks with him. Their bodies had changed, and they had both grown up in many ways.
But it was while he was shamelessly staring that he saw something very beautiful against her thigh. It was a tattoo, a stick-and-poke style tattoo. With four beautiful flowers, a Chrysanthemum, an Azalea, a Rose and a Lavender flower all in a small bunch together.
“Hu… that’s new,” He chuckled softly to himself,
“Hummm?”
“You’re flowers,”
“Oh… yeah,” she blushed,
“How did you get them?”
“I… I did them.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I was held up in an old tattoo shop for a while, power was out, but they had a lot of books and tools, sealed products and all. I suppose I just… wanted a little something,”
“That’s sweet,” He cooed, “It is really beautiful,”
“Thanks,” she smiled as she grabbed her hairbrush and came to sit down on the bed,
“Here, let me help,” he smiled as he took her brush, moving to sit behind her so he could brush her hair,
“Really? Of all things, you missed brushing my hair for me?” she laughed,
“I did…” he admitted, “There was always something so… soothing about it,”
“You haven’t had anyone else's hair to do?”
“I have Judith’s, but she hasn’t got that much to brush.” He laughed, “But she does love it, braids, pigtails, buns, she loves it all. I suppose I should thank you for teaching me.”
“You’re welcome, I hope Judith enjoys it when you do her hair.”
“But still… I missed doing your hair, I missed you… everything we used to do, even just… having you close to me.” He cooed as he placed down the brush, wrapped his arms around her and lay his chin on her shoulder, “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have my Y/n back.”
She blushed and smiled widely, “I feel… like I’m dreaming, that I get to have you back, Carl.”
“Yeah, me too.” He nodded, giving her shoulder a little kiss, “Y/n?” he whispered in her ear,
“Yeah?” she asked, keeping her voice hushed,
“Why… these flowers? I mean you… could have tattooed anything on yourself… Why these four beautiful flowers?”
She softly giggled, and took his hand from around her waist. She gave his chuckles a soft little peck before she guided his hand down to her thigh, “a Chrysanthemum, an Azalea, a Rose and a Lavender flower.” She smiled as she stroked his fingers over each,
Suddenly it clicked in his mind, and he wanted to cry, the first letter of each of the flowers spelt out his name ‘C.A.R.L’, “Ohh… Y/n,” He whimpered,
“I told you, I grieved you… I mourned you… I… I thought you were dead… and that I’d never see you again. For a long time, you were all I had in this world… When you were gone, I was alone… utterly alone. I wanted… something to remind me of you. Something that was a part of me, that I couldn’t lose.”
He turned her to face him and pulled her flush against his chest, pressing kisses into her hair, “I promise you, you won’t ever lose me again, I won’t let you out of my grip, let alone my sight! We found each other again, despite everything. I am never, ever gonna let you go again.”
Staring - Bill Denbrough X Reader
Rating - 15
Reading Time - 6 min 10 sec (800)
Requested -
Anonymous asked: Hello! Can I request a Bill denbrough x reader where he gets all jealous of maybe another boy from the losers club being close with reader and gets to jealous he goes to far?
Bill was quiet, dangerously so. He sat against the grass, his legs crossed and his arms leaning back to hold him up. His gaze was pointed and intense; he barely even breathed. If he had the power to crush a skull purely by glaring… then Richie would be dead right now.
As Richie sat across the group from Bill, his legs stretched out and his weight set back on his arm, with a lollipop in his hand. But none of that was what had upset Bill so much.
It was the fact that Bill’s girlfriend, Y/n, was lying in the grass with her head propped up on Richie’s thigh, staring up at the blue sky and a few white puffy clouds with her own lollipop between her teeth and a magazine in her hand.
Bill was so angry, unbelievably jealous that Richie was getting too close to her. He gripped the grass tight and hard, almost ripping it out of the ground, his chest tight with the few breaths he was taking, his gaze locked on Richie and Y/n, not even listening to a word anyone else had to say around him. He almost wanted to growl like an angry dog and jump on Richie to kick his ass for even looking at Y/n, much less being so close to her.
“Yes, they look hot.” Richie rolled his eyes,
“Then that’s the point, dumbass.” Y/n chuckled,
“I get that’s the point, to look hot. But you’d look hotter if you were able to carry stuff.”
“I have a bag,”
“A bag is not the same as pockets; you don’t have to dig in pockets.”
“... You don’t have to dig for change?”
“Change is different, Y/n!”
“I don’t look dumb trying to keep my waterbottle in my back pocket.”
“Shut up,” he cursed, “I still think the jeans would be better with pockets.”
“And I think they’ll make my butt look good.” She chuckled,
“I never said they wouldn’t, I just think pockets would be better.”
“Well, you can do what you want with your pants and your butt, Tozier.”
“I will.” He chuckled,
The two shared a laugh, and it made Bill’s blood boil. And he couldn’t stop his words. “Y/n.”
“Ohh yeah, Hun?” Y/n asked as she sat up,
“Come on. W-we need t-to start h-heading b-back.”
“Already?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
“Alright, sure,” she nodded, tossing her stuff into her bag, “Bye, guys!” She waved to the losers, “toodalloo Tozier.” She chuckled, tussling Richie’s hair,
“Go on, get lost!” Richie chuckled, shoving her hand away,
Bill grabbed Y/n’s hand and quickly tugged her towards his bike,
“You okay, Hun?”
“Fine.” He snapped as he climbed on, “Come on, w-we’re l-leaving,” he said firmly, patting the back where she always sat,
“Alright,” She chuckled, climbing on and tossing her lollipop stick in the trash as Bill began to pedal them towards his house. She smiled and kept her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, listening as he cursed under mumbled breaths. After a while, she chuckled and gave him a long, loving kiss on the cheek, “You’re cute when you're jealous.”
Instantly, he snapped, and he pulled over his bike, leaving it beside the road. He grabbed her arm and dragged her down the alley behind the ice cream store. And pushing her hard up against the wall. “I. Am. Not. J-j-jealous.”
She giggled, “Mhm… sure you're not Bill,”
“W-why w-would I ever n-need t-to b-be j-j-jealous of T-trashmouth T-tozier!”
“I don’t know why you would be,” she smiled,
“He’s an idiot! He’s a d-d-dumbass! He’s got t-the smallest d-d-dick of a-anyone I know!”
“And he’s gay.”
“A-and he’s gay-” Bill suddenly stopped short, and his face flooded with calm realisation, “Oh…”
“Yeah,”
“Oohh…”
“Yeah,” she giggled,
“So you a-and Richie are c-close cause… your f-friends.”
“Besties.”
“And h-he has… no i-interest in you.”
“Not like that, He’s probably more interested in you than he is me.”
“Right, so I… am… s-s-stupid.”
“You’re protective, and it’s very, very sweet,” she smiled, pulling him in for a deep and passionate kiss, “I love you, Bill. Very much. Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course, I t-trust you, I just… I w-worry t-that every guy sees you t-the w-way I do, t-that t-they all see how b-beautiful and sweet you are. And… yeah, I guess I get a l-little jealous,”
“Do I have to be jealous of anyone?”
“N-never.”
“Then you have no need to be jealous, I promise.”
“Umm, I l-love you,”
“Love you more,” she said before they shared another loving kiss, “Come on, let’s go back to your place and we can… make sure everyone else is jealous of us.”
Staring - Miles Fairchild X Reader
Rating - 15
Reading Time - 6 min 50 sec (887)
Miles had gone out riding, since the house had been feeling far too stuffy for his liking. He rode around the estate without much purpose for a while, but as a storm began to roll in, he headed back for the house. Only to spot the front gates being closed behind a familiar car. He took the time to stop, just out of sight, watching as Kate’s car headed down the track.
He quickly returned his horse to the stables and stomped into the house in his riding boots. Heading around the longer way so he could appear at the top of the stairwell, to look down on Kate and her young guest.
It was a girl, she seemed Miles’ age, she wore ankle-high brown leather boots laced up tightly, the hint of flesh-toned tights just above them, she wore a knee-length green skirt with stiff pleats hanging down from her waist, she had a cream button-down blouse with wrist-length sleeves, with a silver locket hanging down from the collar. She had freckles across her skin, long bouncy ringlets of hair, half of which was pushed up with a green ribbon bow that perfectly matched her skirt. And finally, she wore a large square pair of faux tortoise shell glasses, freckled and speckled with cream and brown. She slipped off her large brown raincoat, hanging it over her forearm as she looked around the house’s entry hall.
She met eyes with Miles and didn’t for a moment have a flicker of fear or anxiety; she simply smiled and carried on listening to Kate.
He kept quiet and sheltered by the shadows as she climbed the stairs at Kate’s side, watching her almost move in slow motion. He inhaled deeply, savouring her oak wood scent, and he watched as her hair bounced with each step up the stairwell. He noticed her ribbon slipping through her hair with each bounce, before tumbling to the stone floor silently and unnoticed by either her or Kate.
As he watched the two disappear up the stairs, Miles grabbed the green ribbon and shoved it into his pocket, hurrying away to his room before she’d notice what he’d stolen.
Miles stood silently, watching from the darkness of the hallway. It was late, and no moon, so the house was dark and quiet, with most everyone in bed. He watched as Y/n moved quietly around the kitchen, his hand in his pocket, his fingers rubbing the soft green ribbon between his fingers with a dark, smug smile across his lips. He knew she was looking for the ribbon; she had been for days now, but he kept his lips sealed.
“Oh! Hello Miles.” She gasped as she caught his eye,
“Hello, Y/n,” he growled softly,
“Did you want something?”
“No, just can’t sleep.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Perhaps some water might clear both our minds.”
“I won’t say no,” He nodded, “What is bothering you, Y/n?”
“Nothing worth bothering you with,” She smiled as she made with both cool glasses of water,
“But indulge me nonetheless.”
“I can’t seem to find my favourite bow, my little green ribbon bow. It’s baffling, I know I had it the day I arrived.”
“That is strange, but this is a big house. I’m sure it’ll turn up soon, Darling.”
“Thank you, Miles.”
“Goodnight, Y/n,” He nodded, taking his glass, allowing his callus hands to brush her own soft ones before heading out of the kitchen, back to his bedroom, keeping the ribbon tight between his fingers.
Miles sat on his bed inside his room, strumming mindlessly on his blue guitar. All while keeping Y/n’s green ribbon between his teeth, so little of her scent still existed on it, but he so desperately wanted to savour every single drop that still remained. He hummed softly in pleasure at the softness against his lips. But as he heard the door open and the trade mark patter of Y/n’s boots, he pulled the ribbon from his lips and shoved it into his lap.
“Miles?” Y/n called,
“Yes, Y/n?”
“Kate is taking Flora for another crack at clearing out the greenhouse. Would you like to come along?”
“No, thank you, I have more than enough to be getting in with, without aged Ivy and rotten roses.”
“Fair enough, good day.” She nodded as she turned on her heel and went to leave,
“But-”
“Yes, Miles?”
“But do you have a great desire for gardening?”
“… not particularly, admittedly.”
“Why don’t you just stay here with me?”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“I never mind your company, Darling.” he smugly smiled, “Come on, sit. We can play a song together.”
“I’m afraid I lack your skills in such things; I couldn’t even master the recorder.” She said as she sat down in the chair beside his bed,
“I am sure your voice will be heavenly enough,”
“So long as you promise not to be angry when I crack your windows,” she giggled, pushing her hair from her eyes.
“Maybe this will help you feel better.” He smiled, finally offering her back the green ribbon bow,
“Huu!” She gasped, “Where did you find it?!”
“I have my ways,” he cooed, “Here, let me do it.” he smiled as he ran his hands over the ribbon, pulling back her hair and putting it up in a ponytail with the green ribbon in a perfect bow, “There… beautiful darling.”
The Erased Tale Of Visenya Targaryen
Chapter Thirty-Eight - A Toast
King Viserys announced a dinner that evening, declaring he wanted no endless formal banquet, only his family sitting down for a long-needed meal. So Visenya put on one of the few dresses she had left after the creation of her grand gown, a simple black dress with red lace on the lining. She put her hair into a simple braid with a black headband to keep the strays from her eyes.
The dinner was being held in a small, intimate chamber with a table already lined with fine foods. The space for the king’s chair in the centre sat empty, since he had yet to arrive, but everyone took their seats regardless.
Rhaynrea sat at the side of her father’s chair, as she always had. Her silver blonde hair was in its usual braid, still wearing the black gown she had worn to the hearing earlier, the gown delicately embroidered with gems and stones to mimic Syrax’s shimmering tail and scales, with another dragon's chest at her stomach, just over her bump where her next child nestled.
Beside her, Daemon sat proudly all in black, but not neglecting his dark sister at his hip.
At the table's end sat Rhaena, fiddling with her hair and the edge of her soft blue gown.
Lucerys took the seat beside her, since they were now betrothed, smiling nervously whenever they met eyes.
Baela and Jacaerys too sat together, chatting amongst themselves with wide eyes and smiles.
A seat was left empty for Rhaenys, but most assumed she would not attend since she was attending to how the sisters handled Vaemond. But Visenya took the seat beside her, keeping her between Rhaenys and Jacaerys, a good buffer to those on the other side.
Helaena sat beside the empty chair as well, briefly but silently making eye contact with Visenya in a way that made it clear she had so much to say but knew she couldn’t say any of it.
Beside her, Aegon sat already on his second goblet of the fine wine.
At the other end of the table sat Aemond, glaring across at Visenya’s brothers, his own sword proudly at his hip.
With then Otto Hightower and Alicent beside the empty space for the king’s chair. Alicent’s gown a deep and strong green but less restrictive and covering than the one she had worn to court.
But the space did not remain empty for long, and everyone stood once King Viserys was carried in, his seat placed between his daughter and his wife, across from Visenya herself.
Silence lingered for a moment as everyone took their seats again,
“How good it is to see you all tonight, together,” he began, glancing around the table to all the faces he vaguely remembered,
“Prayer, before we begin?” Alicent reminded him,
“Yes…” he panted with a nod,
Alicent’s children instantly knitted their hands together, bowing their heads. Whereas Rhaeynrea and Laena’s children were… puzzled but mirrored them so as not to be rude. Visenya waited, watching her grandsire as he gasped for breath, but even still bowed his head, so she did the same, silently looking down to her lap.
“May the mother smile down on this gathering with love, may the smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long, and to Vaemond Velaryon may the gods give him rest.”
Daemon struggled not to scoff but kept silent,
Once the prayer was over, all raised their heads once more,
“This is an occasion for celebration, it seems; my grandsons Jace and Luke will marry their cousins Baelor and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young princes and their betrothed.” The king announced,
As everyone slowly picked up their goblets for a small sip,
“Here, here!” Daemon announced,
“Well done, Jace; you’ll finally get to lie with a woman,” Aegon smirked,
Making Jacaerys choke,
“Ignore him,” Visenya whispered,
“This toast as well, to Prince Lucerys, future lord of the tides,” King Viserys announced,
“Here, here.” Rheana smiled, “You’ll be great.”
Visenya smiled widely, ensuring she met Luke’s eye as she sipped her wine,
“You boys do know how the act is done, I assume? Where to put your cock and all that?” Aegon laughed, “I am sure your sister has been a great educator.”
Lucerys was about to speak, but Jacaerys beat him to it, “You may play the jester, as you wish. But mind your tongue before my betrothed.”
“And finally… to my granddaughter, Sweet… sweet Visenya, may a man be found soon good enough for our fine princess.” King Viserys smiled at her,
“Here, here!” Jacaerys agreed,
“Yes!” Lucerys cheered,
“A Challenge indeed.” Aegon scoffed,
“Thank you, Grandsire,” Visenya smiled back,
He slowly rose with the help of his cane, much to the panic of both Alicent and Rhaenyra, but he stood nonetheless. He looked around once more, panting and gathering his words, “An oath gladens my heart, and fills me with sorrow. To see these faces around the table, the faces most dear to me in all the world. Yet grown so distant from each other in the years past.” It took all his might, but he slowly removed his golden mask and revealed how his illness had been stripping away all that he was, his flesh sunken, his eye gone. “My own face is no longer a handsome one… if indeed it ever was. But tonight I wish you to see me, as I am. Not just a king, but your father, your brother, your husband, and your grandsire who may not, it seems, walk much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the house of the dragon remains divided. Set aside your grievances, if not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man, who loves you all so dearly.” After his final word, he fell into his chair, Alicent rushing to assist with his mask so he may be comfortable once more.
But Rhaeynra stood and spoke, “I wish to raise my cup to her grace, the queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood more loyally by his side than his good wife; she has tended to him with unfailing devotion, love and honour and for that she has my gratitude. And my apology.” Before she sat down once more,
“Your graciousness moves me deeply, princess,” Alicent replied. “We’re both mothers, and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow,” she said before she stood herself, “I raise my cup to you, and to your house. You will make a fine queen.”
Everyone nodded and took their goblets high in honour of their future queen,
But Aegon stood and closed the gap between himself and Baela, filling his goblet from her jug, “I regret the disappointment you shall soon suffer, but if you ever wish to know what it is like to be truly satisfied, all you have to do is ask.”
Jacaerys slammed his hands on the table and stood to spark an argument, but Baela stopped him by placing her hand on his.
Visenya instead stood and glared at Aegon silently, but enough he understood and took his seat again, only for Aemond to raise his one-eyed glare, landing on her, but she didn’t tremble only held his watch.
Jacaerys picked up his cup and began a toast, “To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond, we have not seen each other in years, but I have found memories of our shared youth, and as men I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your families, good health, uncles.”
Everyone nodded and slowly sat back in their seats,
“To you as well,” Aegon grumbled,
“I would like to toast Baela and Rheana; they’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad; mostly he just ignores you, except sometimes when he’s drunk.” Halaena rose and toasted, slowly sitting back down soon after.
Jacaerys smiled and tapped Baela’s hand before he stood and went to Halaena, offering her his hand to dance,
She giggled but nodded and took it, the two happily standing to dance in view of the table. As they danced, it was like time unwound and the grudges of the past melted away. Daemon and Rhaynrea shared food, Lucerys delighted Baela and Rhena with stories, Aegon found joy in the bottom of his cups, and even Otto and Alicent laughed. All the while, King Viserys smiled softly, watching his family for once enjoy a bright joy. His eye met with Visenya for a moment, and the two shared a smile as they had so very long ago.
Showing - House Of The Dragon
Staring - Oscar Tully (Age Up) X Targaryen Reader (Daeron's Twin)
Rating - 18+ (Nudity / Eating Out / Erections / Interuptions)
Reading Time - 14 min 23 sec (1869)
Oscar and Y/n kept their hands locked together as she led him through the strict rows of green tents, ever careful not to step where they would be seen or heard. They grabbed Oscar’s taken armour, his deep bronze scale-covered armour, with his sigil emblazoned on the chestplate. As well as to her own tent, gathering all she wanted to take with her, it wasn’t much, filling only a single bag, everything else being left abandoned.
As the sun began to peek up from across the horizon and the sky filled with bright purples, they made a final stop at Y/n’s beloved dragon. The pale beast Tampatoba sat feasting on a lamb surrounded by the large wooden poles that sealed him and Teserian from the army.
A single tear went down her cheek as she ran her hand over Tampatoba’s scales and pressed her forehead against him. “I am so sorry, my darling.” She whimpered,
“What will happen to him?” Oscar asked,
“... I don’t know, they will protect him, he’ll find his way home without his rider regardless. Perhaps.. Someone else will claim him in time.”
“Are you sure you want to leave him?”
She sniffled and nodded, “I’m sure, it’s too great a power for me. Poor things can’t ever just be creatures, weapons, vehicles, and endless pawns. He will be better without me.”
“If you’re sure, princess.”
She sighed and gave her dragon a small kiss before she slowly stepped away,
“Are you okay?”
“I will be,” she nodded, fighting back her tears, clutching desperately to Oscar’s arm,
He held her hand tightly and kissed her temple softly, “Come on, before the sun rises any higher.”
“You’re right,” she sighed, “let’s go.”
With one final glance, they bolted hand in hand from the camp and into the woods.
They kept their steps light and their path strange, ensuring they wouldn’t be tracked and followed. Making sure they moved fast through the thick trees as the sun rose higher. They soon came to the river, the very one Oscar had been forced to wade through, bound and gagged by Ormond’s men after he was captured.
“Okay, we get across the river, they won’t be able to track us, then it’s just a short walk to the camp, my men will be waiting,” Oscar explained, already wading his boots into the water, but his hand broke from hers,
“You’re men…”
“Yes, My lords and Rivermen.”
“And my uncle.”
“...Of course, Daemon.” Oscar sighed,
“He will hang me, or worse, for my treason.”
“It was not your treason; you did as you were commanded, and he will not hold that against you, not after you saved my life and swore fealty to Rhaeynra.”
“But he will make me fetch Tampatoba, make me fight for your side. I do not want to fight for either. I wanted to be away from this war.”
“... I know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair,
“I cannot face my uncle, I told you I wanted no part in this war on either side of it. Dying for my half-sister is no different than dying for my brother.”
“I know it’s not what you want, all I can do is swear to you, on my life, on the old gods and the new that I will protect you, I will keep you safe, my men are sworn to me, and they will not force you to fight if you wish not to. I know you are afraid of Daemon, but I have made him listen to me on far smaller matters than this. Please Y/n… You have to trust me, Princess,” he explained, extending his hand to her,
She stared at his hand for a moment, her heart racing, but slowly she slid her hand into his own and hitched up her dress, stepping down into the water so they could wade the river together.
Oscar smiled widely as they crossed and helped her up onto the bank first, “There we go, you alright?”
“Mhm,”
“Good,” he smiled, hopping out himself and kissing her cheek, “Come on, you can stay in my tent.”
Oscar managed to sneak Y/n into the black’s army camp and to his own tent without drawing any attention. He quickly let go of her hand once he knew they were safe and checked around his space, ensuring his sword, the rest of his armour, and his belongings all remained as they should have. He let out a sigh of relief once he knew his tent had almost certainly been left undisturbed in his absence.
Y/n busied herself also, throwing kindling onto the small fire pit in the centre and starting up a fire to warm the tent.
“Ever so resourceful, aren’t you?” he chuckled turning and leaning his arms on the table to better see her,
As she loomed beside the fire pit, stoking the baby flames. “I’m cold and all wet,” she whined, twisting water from her hair,
He scoffed, “I can think of a way to warm you.”
“Oscar.” She playfully glared,
“What?” He smugly smirked, “You told me later… it’s later,” he said as he pushed off the table and lost the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his body against her back, “We are safe and sound in my nice tent, I am very sure I can make you feel hot and steamy without needing you to be stood tending the fire.” he growled into her ear as his hands slid over her thin dress making no secret of their route and intentions, one hand moved up to cup her breast while the other slid down and began to rub on her clit through her dress.
She gasped and leaned her head back against his shoulder, letting her smile widen, “Shouldn’t you go tell your men you have returned safely? Perhaps go and see my uncle to confirm you escaped Ormond’s clutches?”
“That can wait.” He answered, “Come on, don’t you know how much restraint I used, not just pushing you against a tree?”
“Fine,” she scoffed, shifting her hips against his hand,
“You really are a perfect princess,” he smirked, before he grabbed her hips, lifted her up and all but tossed her down on the small cot he had as an excuse for a bed,
She giggled as she lay on her back, her hair splayed out across the rough blanket, her cheeks flushed red, her breasts heaving, and her dress hanging around her thighs,
He leant down and kissed her lips deeply and passionately before he sank down to his knees, grabbed her thighs, prying them apart and shoving up her dress to bare her cunt to him. “Fuck yes-” He cursed, “Can I… can I eat please, princess!” he whined, rubbing the tip of his nose between her lips,
“Yes, Oscar,” She cooed, taking her hand down to stroke his fluffy curls,
“Fuck I love you-” he groaned as he dove between her thighs, his lips latching at her cunt. He kissed her clit passionately, hungrily and desperately. He licked and nuzzled as deeply as he could, his own saliva and her juices dripping around his jaw and chin.
She trembled and moaned, twisting her fingers into his hair and throwing her head back over and over with pleasure. Her hips were shifting and bucking from the intense sparks of thrilling desire,
But Oscar held her thighs tighter, ensuring she wouldn’t move or squeeze his head too hard. He groaned and moaned into her skin, almost completely latched to her, attacking her like a man starved, overwhelmed with arousal so much he was convinced his britches would burst open from how hard this made him. Every little whimper of desire above him made his mind flood with thoughts of doing this for hours! “Fuck- I could eat you morning, noon and night, princess…”
“Oscar!” she squealed, throwing her head back from him, sucking on her clit so hard,
“Shhh, you don’t want my men coming in and finding you like this, do you?” He smirked, “Then again… maybe they should get used to their lord paramount being between his princesses’ legs.”
“I- I Can- can’t-” she choked between moans,
“I know… I know you're close… I can feel how much you're trembling for it,” he growled, “You can, my sweet princess,”
Y/n listened, and it only took a few more seconds of his utter smothering of pleasure before she hit her orgasm, her body shaking as she screamed, her legs kicking, before she slumped on the bed, gasping and panting,
Oscar helped her ride out every last second, licking and sucking until he knew she had felt every moment of pleasure he could provide, but even then, he didn’t stop kissing her overstimulated clit just to hear her little whimpers,
“Oscar- Oscar stop-” she whined, pushing his head out of her legs and clamping her thighs closed,
“Awwwww… Y/n, I was enjoying myself.” He playfully whinnied, as he got to his feet and set one knee on the cot, “Come on, just a little more, you tasted so good,” he begged, licking his lips devilishly, before he pounced on her, grabbing her thighs, trying to pry them open again, kissing and biting at her ankles,
Y/n giggled, kicking and letting out little playful squeals, "Wouldn't you rather I just return the favour?"
"You already did last night," He smirked, "I'm getting to play with you this time."
"Then isn't there something else you'd rather do?" she asked, moving her foot down to rub on his hard bulge,
"Fuck-"
"Or do you not trust me enough?" she cooed, looping her toe around the ties and starting to undo them,
"I think we both know how much I trust you now, princess," he smirked, letting her go so he could undo his britches as fast as possible, to free his desperate cock-
Until the tent flap opened, revealing some levil in Tully armour, likely some random army boy from some Riverland keep, whose jaw flew open at the sight before him, “M- my lord Tully-”
“Shit!” Oscar cursed, quickly grabbing Y/n’s dress and pulling it down to conceal her, as well as not turning away from the boy since he didn’t exactly want some army boy seeing he was as hard as the walls of Storms End, quickly shoving himself back into his britches and lacing them tight. “Yes… What is it?”
“The uhh… the King Consort needs to see you, as you are returned.” The boy stuttered, trying not to look at Y/n in her flustered state,
“Very well, tell him I will be there soon.” Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair,
“He said- he said now, My lord.”
“Fine.” Oscar sighed, climbing off the cot and quickly getting his cloak to help hide the bulge in his britches. He leaned down and gave Y/n a small kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
She nodded and smiled, watching as he left her side,
But just as they left the tent, Oscar grabbed the boy by the scruff, “You didn’t see her, nor did you hear a word, and if I ever hear mention of any of this, I will gut you like a cod fish, clear?”
“Y-yes, my Lord.” The boy nodded,
“Good, take me to Daemon.” Oscar sighed, following the boy into the camp.
Hii I wanted to ask if you would ever write for Boris from the goldfinch or miles from the turning
Hello there!
I did do a couple for Boris previously, not too many, but I am happy to do some requests/commissions for him. And shockingly, Miles actually has a fic coming very, very soon, like... within this week, kinda soon. So hopefully you enjoy that and feel free to ask for more!
Stranger Things (AU)
Rating - 17 (Major Character DEATH! Horror! Terror! Abuse!)
Reading Time - 6 min 24 sec (830)
November sixth, nineteen eighty-three, will always be remembered as the day Will Byers was last seen. Reports from the Wheeler family and, of course, Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair all confirm that Will Byers had been attending a campaign of Dungeons and Dragons in the Wheelers’ basement.
But that was the last time he was seen alive.
A body was recovered from Sattler Quarry only three days later. But Will’s mother, Joyce, refused to confirm the body belonged to her son.
This refusal sparked concern within Hawkin’s Police Chief, Jim Hopper. He soon began his own more detailed investigation. And it didn’t take long to discover even the breadcrumb trail of the truth.
Something had opened a doorway into Hawkins, and devilish demons were beginning to leak through. Will was on the other side, being kept by whatever ruled that world. A girl seemed to have escaped with powers aligning with that other world, and now Hawkin’s sat as a pinpoint rip that could tear the universe in two.
But… this was no Hollywood movie, where the good guys succeed, the evil scientists are punished, and everyone looks off into the distance for their own happy ending. No… not in Hawkins.
Jim Hopper made a deal with Doctor Brenner to return the girl to the lab for the safety of the town and the tools needed to go in and rescue Will Byers. Which Doctor Brenner agreed to… but… he had lied.
When Jim and Joyce entered the airlock, to prepare themselves to enter the rift. Doctor Brenner didn’t open the other door; instead, he flooded the room with deadly Chlorine gas.
Their skin began to burn and blister, eyes flooding with painful tears, they coughed and screamed out begging for mercy, but it would not come.
“You bastard! You evil fucking bastard!” Hopper managed to yell out, slamming his hands against the door,
Before he and Joyce succumbed to the gas, their lungs were flooded with fluid, and their last breath taken.
“What do we do with the bodies, sir?” An orderly asked,
“The Quarry, easily spin it that she wanted to join her baby boy.”
“And him?”
“Him too. Following her.” He nodded before he returned to his office to begin the next part of their plan.
They took their most professional cars and arrived at the Wheeler house with a thousand questions. They told Mike how dangerous Eleven was, how, for his and the town’s safety, he needed to comply.
He told them enough to cooperate, but refused to give up the truth about where she was.
But Doctor Brenner had expected that.
So instead, he went to Karen and Ted Wheeler, spinning a tale about dark, older men from the city, men who were instrumental in introducing the boys to Dungeons and Dragons. That these men had been buying their time, preparing these boys for something far darker. He explained that Will was the first, and that they were coming for Mike and his friends, too.
“The boys know too much. Will was the easiest to get along with, a sweet, trusting and caring boy. Mike will be a target of theirs, too. Regardless of where you take him, they will find you. And they will kill your son.” He told them,
But he offered a solution to allow them to take Mike with them. To sign on the dotted line and have Mike taken somewhere safe until this could be dealt with, where he would be returned home.
Karen did not want to give up her baby boy, but Ted signed away for the safety of his son and the rest of their family.
“MOM! MOM!” Mike screamed as the agents dragged him from his home, “Nancy! Mom! Dad! Pleaaase! Whatever they told you is a lie! Please, you have to believe me! Let me go!” He begged, “PLEASE! PLEASE!” He cried hysterically,
Karen was in tears against Ted’s chest, and Nancy watched with terror-filled eyes.
As Mike was dragged away, kicking and screaming, into the black car.
But Mike was only the first, as Doctor Brenner then went to both the Henderson house and the Sinclair house.
Claudia Henderson fell quickly and easily. The moment she thought Dustin was in danger, she signed the dotted line without question.
But Charles and Sue Sinclair were far harder to fool; they didn’t believe a word of Doctor Brenner’s nonsense, but when it became clear that they were not leaving without Lucas in their custody, Sue snuck away. She packed a small bag each for her, her husband and her children, grabbed enough of Charles’ Ex-military gear to arm a platoon. And with a single toss of an old grenade into their kitchen, they were gone. Scrambled into their car and out of Hawkins.
But while the Sinclairs were on the run, Dustin and Mike were brought to the lab. Thrown in cells like lab rats, everything they owned stripped away, awaiting whatever hellish fate Doctor Brenner had for them.
Mike sat on the chair in the basement, pouting. As he watched Lana, packing her bag to head home, since she had gotten over her illness. But Mike didn’t want her to leave! He wanted Lana to stay so he could curl up in bed and kiss her every day for the rest of his life. He, of course, knew it was ridiculous for her to stay; frankly, they were insanely lucky no one had found her already, and it wouldn’t be wise to push their luck. But he felt a twisting in his stomach at the thought that he was sending Lana back to that house.
The house with broken windows, with no heating, with no power, with barely any food, with rationed hot water and of course… with her father.
He’d been debating with himself all morning whether it would be worth sitting down with his parents and being honest with them. Of course, they’d be angry he let Lana stay without asking them, but he was already grounded. How much more could they do to him? And perhaps if they had a genuine conversation, and he told them about the state of Lana’s home life… Maybe his parents would have some mercy and let her stay in their basement at least until the cold weather faded.
He knew his dad likely wouldn’t… but maybe his mom would.
“Okay… that’s everything,” Lana said as she set down her full bag, even if most of it wasn’t even stuff she came with, but stuff Mike was insisting she take with her to the house, just in case she’d need it.
“Are you sure? You don’t wanna do a final sweep in my room?” he asked as he jumped from the seat,
“I’m sure anything I’ve left you can bring back to me next time I see you.”
“Alright…” he sighed, “You sure you don’t want another blanket? Or another one of my hoodies? Or some more warm socks-”
But Lana cut him off with a kiss, “Mike, I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, his trembling hands slithering around her waist,
“I’m sure,”
“Okay…” He nodded, pressing his forehead to hers, “but you know where the basement key is, right? In case you need it?”
“Under the mat,”
“And you know, day or night, sun or snow, you can come in here.”
“I know.”
“And if you need me for anything! ANYTHING! I’m a phone call away.”
“You don’t-”
“Lana. Anything.”
“… Okay,”
He nodded and kissed her hair in a long and soft kiss, “I don’t want you to go.”
“I know, I don’t wanna go either.”
“Then don’t, just curl up in my bed forever.”
“And what happens when your parents find me?”
“No, I’ll hide you in my closet or under my bed.”
“Mike!”
“I know… I know… It’s… just gonna be so hard to sleep tonight, without you snuggled in my arms.”
“Well, you’ll just have to remember how warm and cosy it was,”
“I will remember, until the day I die, I’ll remember how… warm, and soft, and cosy I feel when I’m with you,” he smirked, his hands sliding down to cup her ass through her jeans,
“Hey!” she laughed, pushing his hands off and going to get her stuff, “You’re thinking with your other head again.”
“Ummmm, I know, I can’t help it, all the blood runs down there when I’m with you,” he pouted,
“Sure it does,” she laughed, “You ready for me to go?”
“… No, I’ll never be ready, but I guess you have to.” He sighed, “Kiss?”
She smiled and gave Mike a huge hug and a kiss,
“That’s my girl,” he cooed, “So… I’ll see you Tuesday, right? For school?”
“Mhm, Tuesday,” she agreed,
“And you need anything -”
“I know, I’ll call.”
“… Okay.” he nodded, letting her go from his grip and watching as she went towards the basement door, but he couldn’t let her go; he grabbed her wrist and stopped her, “Sweetheart?”
“Yeah?”
“I uhh… On Tuesday, when I see you…”
“Yes, Mike?”
“Will I uhhh… will I be seeing Lana Krane or… My Lana?”
She laughed, “What?”
“I mean like, am I… gonna say ‘hi’ to my friend Lana or… my… girlfriend Lana?”
She chuckled and smiled, cupping his cheek and giving his lips a kiss, “Girlfriend, so long as I’m seeing my boyfriend?”
“Mhm… boyfriend,” he agreed immediately, “So long as that’s okay with you, sweetheart.”
“It’s perfect.” She smiled, “The boys are gonna be so jealous, you got a girlfriend for Christmas.”
“They will have a lot of questions, but… jealous? Dustin did get an NES.”
“Oh? So you’d have preferred getting an NES?”
“NO! No, no, no! I am very, very happy! A billion percent satisfied with my girlfriend!”
“Good save,” she chuckled,
“Besides… you weren’t exactly a Christmas gift. I’ve been working on getting you for months. And you weren’t under my tree with a cute bow on your head. As adorable as that would be.”
“Don’t make me rethink this decision, Mike,” She teased. “Bye,” she said, giving him a final kiss,
“Bye. Be safe, Lana.”
“You too.” She nodded. Finally, they separated fully, and Lana went to the basement door. She blew him a kiss before she stepped out and began her walk home in the snow.
The second she left his view, he felt like his heart was breaking, but he sniffled away a tear and sat down on the couch watching the door, almost hoping she’d change her mind and come back to him.
Showing - House Of The Dragon
Staring - Aemond Targaryen X Targaryen Reader (Wife)
Rating - 15 (Mentions of Injuries / Scars / Mentions of Traumatic Injuries / Mentions of Attacks)
Reading Time - 7 min 5 sec (919)
The suite was silent, so silent that the intense wind of the storm currently attacking King’s Landing could be heard loud and clear as it echoed in the vast halls of the Red Keep. Most occupants of the castle had hunkered down in their suites, with tables full of food, fire roaring and all they would need until the storm passed. Every so often, thunder rumbled through the castle, along with the constantly pattering of raindrops on stone.
Aemond was no different in this regard; his suite deep in the castle was dimly lit, with no windows to the outside chaos, and only very few candles lighting the utter essentials. The round bed sat in the centre, ghosted with the deep green curtains of fine silk. There were a few other furnishings, two chairs by the fire and a table littered with maps and markers; anything else was used only to display the endless weapons that would make the armoury feel lacking. But there was a small dining table in the corner, set only with two chairs, a large roasted bird sitting there half-picked at, along with wine and smaller side dishes. The fire was kept low, without the need to roar and roast, but with a stockpile of logs beside it. Not a single servant was within the chamber, since he had banished them all from his one-eyed sight.
He himself sat in his favoured chair beside the fire. His long silver hair proudly flowed down, with only the front twisted into small braids and pulled back. His eye patch sat on the table, bearing his glimmering sapphire left in his socket. He wore his usual leather attire of deep forest green, but it was unlaced and unbuckled enough to reveal the tunic shirt below. In his hand, he held his goblet, occasionally sipping on the warm spiced wine.
But he was not alone; the other chair was too occupied. By his bride, Rhayella. She was barefoot, dressed in a soft green gown with golden trim, her own silver hair flowing down in a long braid. She also wore a thick golden necklace that covered much of her neck and throat. In her hands, she held her Valyrian books on history and ancient magic. She caught his eye, noticing him looking at her, so she faintly and silently smiled.
A smile crawled across his lips. He set down his wine and tapped his thigh.
She stood, keeping her book open as she crossed the room and sat happily on his thigh and went back to her book.
He smirked softly, his hand sliding up her back and over her shoulder, brushing a strand of hair from her eye and tucking it behind her ear.
She smiled, turning her head to give his cheek a small peck before she returned to her book,
“Skoro syt gaomagon ao ruaragon? (Why do you hide?)” He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against the curve of her ear,
She raised a brow and met his eyes, “Humm?”
“Skoro syt gaomagon ao ruaragon ziry hen nyke? (Why do you hide it from me?)” He asked, pressing tender little kisses to her ear and jaw,
She did not answer,
“Nyke ȳdra daor hae ziry skori ao ruaragon ziry hen nyke. (I don't like it when you hide it from me)” He cooed as he pressed a trail down her jaw, “Iksan hae iksan lēda ao. Jaelan naejot ūndegon ao hae iksā, skori iksā lēda nyke (I am as I am with you… I want to see you as you are, when you are with me).” He told her, “Kessa? (Yes?)”
She nodded, with a gentle shiver.
But Aemond smiled, his lips moving down to brush over the thick golden necklace that concealed her neck and throat. As he kissed along the edge, he moved his hand up and unclasped the back of it, slowly peeling the thick and heavy gold from around her, baring her skin.
It was paler, of course, since it never saw the sun, much like how the space around his sapphire was always paler than the rest of his face. Across her neck were the long healed scars of dragon’s flame, causing her skin to be slightly strange in texture, and then right across her throat, the scar, it was jagged and asymmetrical from the sharp bites of dragon teeth that had left shreds of flesh, and then the maesters' sewing needle had sealed it, but never left it the same.
He knew she hated having other people see it, the scar of her horrific incident. “Sīr gevie (So Beautiful).” he cooed, gently kissing her scar,
“Ugly,” she wheezed, her voice weak and broken where it never really healed right, “Broken-”
“Perfect,” he told her, “You and I are scared and stronger for it.”
“No stronger,” she whimpered,
“Much stronger. You survived a dragon attack while still in the cradle. You are the strongest I have ever met.”
“You survive. Stronger,” she said, her hand cradling his cheek,
He scoffed, “I survived an attack from a foolish, jealous child. You defeated a violent dragon. You are far stronger than I.” He explained, taking her hand and kissing it, “With me, you don’t need to hide it.”
She faintly smiled and kissed his lips softly and tenderly,
He kissed back and cradled her on his lap, putting her book on the table beside them, “We are perfect, never for a moment doubt it.” He whispered,
“Imperfectly Perfect.”
“Imperfectly Perfect,” he agreed, before leaning in for another kiss.
Staring - Michael Wheeler (Professor) X Reader (Student)
Rating - 12
Reading Time - 9 min1 sec (1172)
The alarm blared with an aggressive tone, as if it were mocking him. Mike forced open his dark eyes, lashes stuck with sleep, every inch of his body begging and pleading for just five more minutes, but he knew he had to get up. He slammed his hand against his alarm clock, silencing the alarm and shaking his whole bedside table.
“Ughhhhh…” He groaned as he pushed himself up and turned his body so his feet touched his ice-cold floor. He ran a hand over his face and gathered all his energy to push his body up to pad his feet into the bathroom.
He flinched at the cold floor but began his routine like a robot. He used the bathroom, heated up his shower as warm as it would go, brushed his teeth and splashed cold water on his face in the hope of waking himself up. He tossed his shorts on the bathroom floor, kicking them somewhere towards the overflowing laundry hamper, before he climbed into the shower. The water was hot but had a metallic taste and smell to it, which always made him feel a little uneasy. He didn’t waste time, however, knowing his hot water was limited, so he scrubbed his hair and body with his cheap dollar store three-in-one. As soon as the water turned cold, he shut it off and climbed out, tossing his towel over himself.
Once he’d dried off, he walked into his bedroom and started to get dressed. He slid on a pair of black socks and a pair of black boxers, both a little torn with holes he had needed to stitch for months. He tossed on some brown suit pants, the wrinkles revealing how long it had been since they were pressed, and he added a black leather belt since he knew the pants hadn’t fit him since last summer. He threw on a white button-down shirt, shoving the extra fabric down his pants, and put on a dull brown tie that he fashioned into a loose knot. Finally, he put his brown blazer on and his round glasses, he ran a hand through his jet black curls and sighed.
“Fuck me with a rusty chainsaw.” He grumbled to himself,
He left his bedroom, moving across his cold apartment. He went to the kitchen and tried making himself a cup of instant coffee, however the milk had turned to yoghurt.
“Ughhh! Shit-” He cursed tossing the bottle of milk and the contents of his mug into the overflowing trash can. He opened up his pantry cupboard, but found only long-expired flour, crackers, whiskey and a small spider. So he gave up on the idea of breakfast and just slammed the pantry door closed.
He sat down on his couch and put on his brown shoes, lacing them tight. Before he grabbed his work from the table and headed out, grabbing his phone as he went.
Mike hurried out of his apartment building and into his junky old brown car. It took four tries to get it to fire up, but once it did, he drove across town to the university campus and parked in his usual space. He rushed inside the literature building and into the staff room, making himself a cup of much-needed coffee and grabbing as many doughnuts as he could before he’d be glared at by his colleagues.
“Morning, Michael.” A familiar voice greeted them as they came to collect some sugar for their own coffee,
“Morning, Simon.” He nodded back,
“You got all your lesson plans ready?”
“No, no, not even slightly. I have the first couple of weeks… maybe?”
“Weren’t you supposed to submit them all to Rodger?”
“Yep, but too late now, I guess.”
“Well, at least you can reuse most of it from last year with the new class,”
“Yeah… you got your sheets yet?”
“Nope, Rodger and Mable are going to bring them all down this morning.”
“Good, I thought it was just me.” He nodded, “I am just praying I don’t get Luke Marshal again.”
“How many times has he taken your class now?”
“Four.”
“… Got to give the guy credit for perseverance.”
“Alright then, you take him.”
“Hell no.”
“Good morning, staff!” Rodger called out as he arrived at the staff room,
Mike did his best not to roll his eyes as he turned his attention to the head of the department, still eating his doughnuts.
“Welcome to a new year, and a new batch of young minds to inspire.” Rodger smiled, “Make sure to be on your ‘A’ game, so we can start the year on a good note, and excel.”
Everyone gave a lacklustre clap, returning to their coffee and doughnuts as soon as possible. Luckily, Rodger’s two assistants began handing out the packs everyone needed, containing the student lists, schedules and other important details.
Mike got his last, of course, and quickly went over his paperwork, “God damn it-” he cursed, “Fuck me.”
“That bad?”
“If I haven’t quit by June, it will be a miracle,” he groaned, “See you later.”
“Good Luck.”
Mike took his pack, his coffee and his pile of doughnuts to his classroom, stopping at his mail box to grab the few letters he’d been sent. He unlocked the room and forced the door open with his shoulder. The classroom was cold, of course, the blinds all still drawn, and the chairs dusty. He set everything down on the desk, tossed his blazer on the back of the chair, and headed around the room, opening each blind to flood the room with light. He coughed as he returned to his desk and sat down in his chair.
He began to sort his paperwork, putting everything away in the various drawers in his desk. He rolled up his sleeves as he opened up his letters, but each one made his heart feel heavier. The pages and pages of royalty checks, none of which were more than a single dollar on each check. Each one made him curse and almost want to cry as he gathered his stack worth a total of twenty-four dollars, which he needed to live on until the first check from the university, which wouldn’t come in till the end of the month.
“Fuck me.” He grumbled as he pressed his thumbs against his temples,
“Oh…” A voice gasped at the doorway.
When Mike looked up, he saw a woman in his doorway. She wore a pair of white wedge heels, light-wash blue bootcut jeans, a white button-down blouse, and a blue long-sleeve sweater. She had her hair down with a white Alice band pushing back her bangs, and she carried some heavy textbooks.
“Well, that’s quite a class introduction.”
“Oh my- I am so sorry,” he said as he stood up,
“It’s fine, Mondays I get it. I’m a little early, I know.”
“Yeah… Mondays,” He nodded, “Are uhhh… Are you on my list?”
“Y/n Y/L/N.”
“Ohhh… Uhhh… yes! Got you. Miss Y/L/N,” he nodded after checking his list, “Please, come in, sit down.”
Staring - Lucerys Velaryon (Age Up) X Targaryen Reader
Rating - 12
Reading Time - 13 min 49 sec (1794)
Lucerys had been attending his lessons in the Dragonmount with the keepers and Arrax, but one of the Queensguard had come to collect him, without much word on where he was going or why. But he knew better than to bug the guards with questions, so he simply followed silently. He was taken up to one of the lounges, the one his mother so often resided in, with the grand balcony looking out towards King’s Landing; he assumed he’d find his mother, surrounded by her handmaidens, complaining of the weight of her stomach where her next baby grew.
But he didn’t; he instead saw the rogue prince Daemon Targaryen. The prince had been Lucery’s stepfather for several years now, but they had not warmed to one another, frankly he was afraid of him. But how could he not be! Daemon rode Caraxes, carried Dark Sister, and had killed more men than Lucerys had met in his whole life!
So once the door was closed, leaving them alone, Lucerys audibly gulped, “Good- uhh good day. Stepfather.”
Daemon stood facing the windows, dressed in black leather with red accents, Dark sister proudly on his hip, his hands on the table. “You’re mother, and I have made a decision.”
“A- A decision?”
“We are stronger together, without question or debate. Our line must persist in its most pure.”
Lucerys went pale and clammy; he knew he, Jace and Joffrey were… not as pure Targaryen as Daemon would have liked, especially compared to Daemon’s own daughters and, of course, the children he’d had with Rhaeynra. He was terrified that something had been decided, perhaps for his inheritance… or worse, his life. “Yes?”
“We are to wed her boys, to my daughters.”
“T-to your daughters?!” Lucerys asked in shock, “I uhh… are you sure?”
“No. I do not like it. But… it is what’s best. This way, the throne, Driftmark and Dragonstone will never fall to blood beyond our own. We have no fear of… Hightower cunts.”
“I understand, Stepfather.”
“Good.” Daemon finally turned and glared with intimidation, “Do you have any preference?”
“Preference?”
“Which of my girls?”
“Ohh!” Lucerys blushed, not wanting to admit he definitely had a preference, “Well, I uhh… Baela is very strong with moondancer,” he began, even if Baela was not who he’d choose,
Daemon laughed, “Far too strong for the likes of you, besides, Jacaerys laid his claim already.”
“I am not surprised…they are sweet on one another,”
“Rheana is lovely also, but… I fear… perhaps we are too far in age.”
“Speak plainly. Do not dance around complimenting each girl when we both know who you want.”
“… Y/n.” Lucerys said without hesitation,
“Ah, the carriage princess.”
“I… I would very much like to wed Y/n, if… perhaps I could be given such grace?”
Daemon scoffed, “I am not surprised. I have seen the eyes you give her.”
“She is sweet, kind, gentle, I… I hope I could make her happy.”
“It would suit her to be the lady of Driftmark. It is settled then, Jacaerys will wed Baela, and Rhaena’s hand can be kept for a political alliance, Y/n will be wed to you, and Joffrey will be betrothed to our next daughter for when she comes of age.”
“Good matches indeed,”
“Go on, tell her the news.”
Lucerys nodded and quickly scampered from the chamber, not wanting to be alone with Daemon any longer than needed. He at first wasn’t too sure where he would find Y/n. He mostly sort of came upon her without trying too. But after a while of pondering, he headed for the greenhouse on the top of a castle tower.
In the greenhouse, he found old Valyrian plants, many with strange and vibrant colours, or odd shapes given their unfavamable age and from the fact they thrived in the volcanic shadow of Dragonstone. And there he found his betrothed.
Y/n on the garden’s ashy stones, wearing a gown of deep red silk and handmade black lace, her long silver hair allowed loose with only a few small braids to keep it from her face, sat among the bright orange and red flowers commonly known as ‘Dragon’s Breath lilies’ they only grew on dragonstone in the heat of the volcanic vents, but she sat among them as she read an ancient tomb, humming a soft valyrian song to herself, the kind often sang to soothe the ancient dragon’s like Vermithor and Silverwing.
Even just seeing her made Lucerys feel all fuzzy, and not just from the heat. He slowly approached and bowed low, catching her attention. “Lady Y/n.”
“Ohh, good day, Prince Lucerys.” She smiled, “To what do I owe such pleasure?” she asked, closing her book,
“I uhh… I wanted to come and sit with you. If I may?”
“Of course,” she laughed, “But would you not rather attend somewhere else?” she asked, noticing the sweat drip down his forehead,
“No, no, I am… I am fine,” he answered,
She smiled and stood slowly, taking his hand and guiding him over to two metal chairs beside the glass frames of the greenhouse. She propped it open, allowing the gentle cooling breeze from outside, “Is that better, my prince?”
“Yes, thank you,” he nodded,
“So, what is it that brings you to me today?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Yes, and what else? You do not make a habit of calling upon me socially?”
“Well, I uhh I spoke with your father today,”
“Ohh, well I apologise for whatever it was he said, or did… he… lacks people skills.”
Lucerys choked back a laugh, “I would never say such a thing about your father… but… You are right.”
“Whatever did he do?”
“He told me of his and my mother’s plans. To ensure our family remains strong and our titles remain in the family line.”
“Oh?”
“Well… they plan to wed us all. In the Targaryen tradition. Jace and Baela, Joffrey and the new baby girl… you and… you and I.”
“And Rhaena?”
“They will keep her hand for political sake,”
“I see,”
“Does this… displease you, my lady?”
“No, no. It does not displease me, Lucerys. I am merely surprised.”
“Surprised? In a good way?”
“Yes, pleasantly surprised. I had… I hadn’t thought my father would wed me to anyone of importance.”
“I am hardly of importance, Y/n.”
“Of course you are, you are the heir to Driftmark and House Velaryon, My prince.”
“Still, I do not feel important enough to be worth a maiden like you.”
“That is kind of you to say, but I am not but the carriage princess.”
“Regardless, you will be my princess if that pleases you.”
“It does,” she nodded,
“I am glad, I… I do not know when they plan to marry us, but I know I cannot wait,”
“Nor can I. I promise I will be a good wife.”
“You need not promise that, I already know you will be.” He smiled, setting his hand softly on hers, “I just… pray I can be a good husband to you.”
“I am sure you will be,” she smiled, squeezing his hand,
“Thank you, my lady Wife.” He cooed,
“I like that, certainly better than the carriage princess.”
“… why, do they call you that? I admit I have always been curious,”
“It was… a nickname my father gave me when I was little,” she began, “I am not sure how much you know of my sisters and me before our mother’s passing.”
“Little in all honesty, it was so raw when we first met, I never wanted to ask about it before.”
“Well, my beloved sisters are, of course, the dragon twins. My father loved them so dearly the moment they came into the world. He almost never left their cribs, or so my mother used to say. But he so desperately wanted a son, begged my mother to try again even after the stress that two babes bought on her. But… they did, and when I was born, it was… fearsome. The medics in Pentos claimed there were moments they worried I would take Laena from this world, but… I came regardless and left her bedridden for a month. My father he… he tried to do as he had for the twins, gifting dragon eggs in the cradle as per tradition, but… Baela’s had hatched well, Rhaena’s hatched but was too weak to survive longer than a year.”
“And your own?”
“Never hatched… not even a crack.”
“Ohh… I… I’m so sorry,”
“It’s alright, both my mother and father said it was no matter, that Rhaena and I could simply claim dragons once we were older, as they did. But… that was soon cast into the fire.”
“Why?”
“Well, when we were young, and Moondancer was too small to ride, our parents would take the three of us on grand dragon rides on Vhagar and Caraxes. But… whenever we flew, I would get sick, I struggled to breathe and would go pale and even blue if we flew too high. So… they stopped taking me, rode only with the twins.”
“And you were left as just… the carriage princess, unable to fly.”
“Yes, it broke my heart to be left in carriages and on ships while my family flew above,” she sighed, “It hurts less now, I have Rhaena with me now at least, since… since mother died.”
“It was childbirth, wasn’t it?”
“It was, father never pressured her after me, he knew the strain I was, he never asked for a son again, but… she wanted to give him one… in the end, he never made it to this world and took her with him.”
“I am so sorry, Y/n.”
“It’s alright, a long time ago.”
“Well…” He began, “When you and I are Lady and Lord of Driftmark, of house Velaryon. We will have the Velaryon fleet at our helm. I promise you, you will not feel the scorn and pity of being the carriage princess; you will be our lady captain. Mistress of the fleet!” he encouraged,
“You need not do that,”
“I want to! It will not be a pitiful nickname but a title in grand honour!”
“You mean it?”
“Of course I do, you will be the lady of high tide and no one will ever call you the carriage princess again.”
“Thank you, Luke,” she smiled, giving his cheek a small kiss,
“You’re welcome,” he smiled, “and… perhaps, if one day you’d like to try and fly again, I know Arrax would fly low and gentle just to keep you safe. I’d be happy to fly with you in my arms.”
“Maybe one day,” she nodded,
“Maybe one day,” He cooed, giving her knuckles a soft little kiss. “Now, did you want to retire? Perhaps we can read some Valyrian together? Somewhere… not so hot.”
“I’d like that,” she laughed, “You’re chamber?”
“My chamber sounds perfect,” he agreed,
Lucerys rose from his chair and held Y/n’s hand tight as she picked up her book and the two headed down to his chamber to enjoy their first evening as a betrothed couple.
The Erased Tale Of Visenya Targaryen
Chapter Thirty Seven - Credit For You
18+
Visenya arrived back at her room, taking a moment to catch her breath since her corset was laced so tight that climbing stairs wasn’t exactly an easy task. But the sound of an unexpected voice caught her off guard.
“My, my… how you’ve grown.” Aegon cooed as sultrily as he could, as he leaned against the bedpost with his wine in hand,
She flipped around to face him and instantly grabbed her sewing scissors from where she’d left them on the table, holding them tight in her grip. “How did you get in here?”
“… the door?”
“Don’t get smart with me. You know what I meant.”
“There’s a tunnel from the servants' quarters,”
“… How do you know about that?”
“You’d be surprised how many times I’ve snuck from these walls without my mother knowing.” Aegon chuckled, “I feel you, and I might share such… afflictions,”
“What are you talking about?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked as he began to pace around her, “Look at you… You look like a high Valyrian whore.”
“You think I care what you think about me?”
“You misunderstand me, it was not an insult… I think it's perfect,” he smirked as he looked her over with lustful intent,
“Keep your eyes up here,” she glared,
“Then don’t wear that dress,” he teased, “Come on, I know you're gasping to get out of that corset… let me help-” He began reaching out to touch her,
“Not. In. The seven hells,” she barked, backing away.
“You welcomed me once,”
“You lie.”
“Do I?”
“I never welcomed you; you took me unwillingly,” she snapped, “I was a child!”
“And look at what it made you.”
Visenya froze, the scissors slipping from her hands and falling to the floor, “… what?”
“Look at what it made you, my sweet niece. You stormed before our family like a Valyrian queen, missing her king, I think.” he chuckled as he paced around her, circling like a hungry vulture, “You were such a meek thing once, a sheepish little hatchling frightened to speak up to the servants, much less our family. But… thanks to me, and all I taught you, you mounted your dragon, the infamous volatile shadowflame, you took your brother in the Targaryen traditions, and don’t think I don’t see how the other wants to fuck you too. You marched before our king and said a thousand things without ever parting those red lips, men, women and maesters will talk of what you did today long after we are gone.”
She trembled as she met his eyes. The eyes that, for a moment, she could see only as those that had lingered above her, taken her innocence, and changed her so utterly. But she met them without fear and without apprehension. “You dare to take credit for me.” She spat, without hesitation, she grabbed a sewing needle from her table with one hand and with the other grabbed Aegon by the golden chain around his neck. She pulled him close, their lips inches from one another, and she pressed the needle hard against his britches, inches from his cock.
He gasped for his bottom lip, trembling softly with fear,
“I admit my failures. I was a weak child. A foolish little girl promised the world, unaware of the costs it takes to keep it. But you… You do not ever get to take credit for the woman I am, that was not your doing. You spoiled my body and taught me of betrayal… nothing more. You stole my innocence and called me a bastard, that much I will never ever forget. My mother, my father’s, my grandsire, my brothers are the reason I am the woman I am, and I did what I did today… for them, not for me, and never for a moment believe you were ever a part of the equation in my mind. I am to be queen someday… and I promise you the day I take the iron throne, if you and your monster of a brother are still breathing, my first decree will be to slit your throats from ear to ear… after first robbing you of your cock, since you believe it to be what made me.” She threatened, “And if you ever dare declare you had any hand in my life’s route again. I will end yours abruptly.”
Aegon smiled with a slight scoff, “And when I am king, sweet niece. I will give you a chance to apologise for those words privately, so the court need not see you grovel and beg. And if you do so well enough, I will take you as your namesake was, a second wife and second queen.”
“You cannot take a second wife, your mother's faith forbids it.” She spat, “You may carry his name, but you are nothing of Aegon.”
“Then nor are you, Visenya,” he smirked, “Humm, see, we were meant to be together, my sweet niece. Aegon and Visenya reborn for all to see! King and queen meant to be. Now… put down your foolish little needle.” He smirked, grabbing the needle from her hand, bending her wrist back until she had no choice but to release it, then forcing her around and down onto the table on her stomach, “And let me put a Maegor in your belly.”
“Touch me, I will burn you.”
“We’re a little far from the dragonpit, but I do love your enthusiasm.” He smirked, pushing up her dress, ripping parts of the fabric to get it high enough. Once she was exposed, he licked his lips and slapped her bare ass. He quickly undid his britches and pulled out his hard cock, slipping it inside her before she could fight him. He then grabbed her by her hair and spoke darkly into her ear, “You are what you are, because of me. You are a whore like your mother, because I fucked you so well the first time. You mounted that beast because my Targaryen seed was still resting in your cunt. I deserve all the credit for you. You would be a helpless little whimpering hatchling just like Helaena if I hadn’t done what I did,” he barked between thrusts,
But Viseyna managed to reach her arm just far enough to grab a lit candlestick, swinging it back so the flame caught the very edge of his Silver blonde hair.
“AHhhhhh!” He yelled, pulling out and quickly smothering the flame with his hand, pulling it back to reveal he’d burnt his palm and his hair was singed, “You little bitch!”
“Dōrī gūrogon jaqiarzir syt nyke!” She yelled,
“Common! You common whore!” He snapped,
“Never. Take. Credit. For. Me.” She spat, “Nyke ivestretan ao nyke won't ivestragon ao arlī.” (I warned you once, I won’t warn you again)
“doru-borto riñītsos ābra rene…” (stupid little child woman slut) He attempted,
She laughed, “Aegon sigligon olvie.” (Aegon Reborn, indeed), she sighed, “Get out, Uncle. I’m sure your children miss you.”
He cursed but stood fixing his britches and marching off out of her chamber.
Romance - Finney Blake (Age Up) X Reader (Spoilers)
Rating - 12
Reading Time - 8 min 4 sec (1047)
It was a cold day, the clouds hung low and heavy, likely ready to unleash another flurry of snow. The ground was still piled with the snowfall from that morning. Finney’s brown boots were laced up tight as he stomped his way down the sidewalk. His blue jeans were baggy around his legs to keep the cold from being too close to his skin, his cream coloured t-shirt against his skin, with his yellow and brown plaid shirt over it and his green bomber jacket on top, where he’d shoved his hands into his pockets. He kept his orange headphones over his ears, so no one would talk to him, blasting the same tape he’d been playing all day. He knew people stared at him, whispered when he walked by, but he ignored the world, not like it had much to offer him anyway.
When Finney got home, he kicked the snow off his boots and tossed his bomber jacket on the hook by the door. He turned off his tape and shoved his headphones down to hang around his neck. As he walked to the kitchen, he tussled Gwen’s hair as she sat on the kitchen table doing some reading.
“Fuck off!” She told him as she shoved his hand away,
Finney chuckled and went to the refrigerator, opening it up to search for a soda. He grabbed a can of Pepsi and slammed the old refrigerator door to make sure it closed. He tapped the top with the nail on his index finger before clicking it open.
“There was a call for you.” Mr Blake spoke up as he buttered the bread for the sandwich he was making.
“What’d they offer for an interview this time?” Finney asked,
“It wasn’t press.”
“No? Who was it then?”
“A young lady,” He said as he licked the knife,
“I don’t have young ladies who need to talk to me,”
“Alright, she left her name and number.”
“Whatever.” Finney shrugged as he headed towards his bedroom,
“No call back then, for Miss Elizabeth Mayer.”
Instantly, Finney stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that name. Of course he did. He flipped around to face his dad again,
“Elizabath Mayer?”
“Yeah, why? Suddenly remembered you have a young lady?” He chuckled,
“… Kinda, where’s her number?”
“Table by the phone.”
“Thanks.”
Finney bolted across the room as fast as he could, grabbing the pad with her name and number from the table by the phone. He grabbed the phone off the wall and went inside his room, closing the door as much as he could, leaving it open only a single inch so that the cord would still get through. He leaned his back against the wall beside his door, since he didn’t have enough space to sit down or go any deeper into his room. His fingers moved fast as he pressed each button for the numbers. He held his breath as it rang and gasped as it picked up.
“Good Afternoon,” a chipper female voice asked, but he knew that wasn’t who he was looking for just by the sound of her voice,
“Good Afternoon, I uhh…”
“How did you get this number?”
“Wh-what?”
“How did you get this number, Sir?”
“It was left for me; someone called me on it. Who is this?”
“This is Miss Elm’s Girls’ home. Apologies for the questions; it’s simply protocol.”
“No, no, of course, I get it.”
“Who may I ask is calling?”
“Finn. Finney Blake. I uhh I was returning a call from uh- from Miss Mayer.”
“Elizabeth Mayer?”
“Yes. yes…”
“One moment.”
The phone clicked over and began to play some boring hold music, until finally he heard it pick up again.
“Hello?” Instantly, he knew her voice,
“Hey… It’s you, isn’t it?” Finney began to smile, wider than he had in months, a giddy feeling bubbling in his stomach,
“And it’s you,”
“God, I missed you, Y/n- Oh shit- I’m not supposed to call you that, am I? Meant to use Elizabeth…”
“It’s a secure line, you can call me my name, Finney,” she smiled, “I missed you too, so much, I wanted to call but… they said it was best not to.”
“Yeah… they told me that too. It’s been… so hard not talking to you.”
“What about it? They’re treating you okay, right?”
“Yes, perfectly kindly.” She said, “But… It’s a girl's home, Finney. At the end of the month… I won’t be a girl anymore.”
“Ohh- Right… I- I hadn’t thought about that. What’s going to happen? Are they going to find you somewhere else? Or-”
“No, I need to find somewhere myself,” she began, “I know it’s a lot to ask and so last minute but-”
“Y/n,” he stopped her, “It’s not even a question. The answer is yes.”
“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”
“You wanna know if you can come stay with me?”
“… Alright, smart ass.”
“Was I right?”
“Would it be okay?”
“Of course, you can come here, we’ll get you settled and… you and I can be together again.”
“You mean it?”
“With all my heart, Y/n.”
“Thank you,”
“No problem, I know you're safest with me,” he smiled, “So? When am I picking you up?”
“You don’t have to do that,”
“Well, I want to. So, where is this place?”
“… Athens, Ohio.”
“… W-what?”
“Athens, Ohio.”
“… Damn, they really did take you far from me.”
“Yeah, I am happy getting the train and -”
“Y/n. I am coming. Give me the address.”
“Finney, no, it’s like a twenty-hour drive!”
“And we can road trip back together.” He smiled, “I want to come get you, I know you're safe from the moment you leave that place until you get here.”
“… Okay,”
“Good. Pack your stuff. Give me the address, and I’ll come and get you as soon as I can. Okay?”
“Okay,” she smiled, she gave him the address, and he quickly wrote it down, “See you soon?”
“See you soon, Y/n.”
“Bye, Finney.”
“Bye, Y/n.”
And he heard the soft click of the phone being hung up, so he happily put the phone back himself, feeling bubbles of excitement in his stomach and his face red and aching from smiling.
Showing - House Of The Dragon
Staring - Oscar Tully (Age Up) X Targaryen Reader (Daeron's Twin)
Rating - 18+ (BJ / Nudity / CinM / Nudity / Bound / Restrained / Raw Sex / CinP / Slight Talk of Breeding / Ctasting / Riding)
Reading Time - 20 min 18 sec (2638)
Y/n was slow and teasing, looping her fingers around the laces that bound Oscar’s brown cotton britches, each little tug and pull drawing pants and gasps from his parted lips. She could feel his hardness throbbing with need whenever she brushed against the obvious bulge. She soon unlaced them completely and watched as the cotton parted like grand doors of a keep, and Oscar sprang out, flooded and stiffened with arousal. He was thin but longer than she’d imagined, with a couple of prominent veins that ran like rivers on a map down his shaft, met there by a chaotic patch of fluffy brown curls that matched those on his head perfectly, the red head of his throbbing cock already leaking precum.
“You are sure you desire this?” she cooed, pouting her lips and softly blowing air across him,
“More than anything,” He groaned, his hips shifting slightly to try and buck towards her waiting lips, “Please…” he whimpered,
She smugly smiled and licked her lips before pressing one single kiss to the very tip of his leaking cock,
“Fuuuuck-” He groaned,
She chuckled and pressed another just a little further down, slithering her tongue around the edge of his head.
“Ughhh- UUuughhh- Fuck- Fuuuck-”
“You don’t have to moan so much, you know, Oscar.” She cooed as she peppered little kisses down his shaft,
“Kinda hard when you’re kissing me like that,” he cursed,
She smirked and pulled back, licking both her lips in a slow circle, as she parted her lips as wide as she could and moved to take only the head of his cock into her mouth,
His eyes rolled back into his skull, his toes curled in his boots, his jaw fell open, his hips jerked up, he tossed his head back against the wooden post, and his hands strained so much his wrists burned. A sound escaped his parted lips, unlike anything that had ever left his lips before.
She hummed in smug satisfaction, her eyes fluttering to watch his own, as she made sure she licked in slow rhythmic circles round and round like a cyclone, every circle she moved her lips a little further down, inch by inch, until her lips fully locked flush against the hilt of his shaft. She let him settle there, feeling his every blood-pumping throb of desire.
The warmth and wetness were unexplainable, incomparable, incomprehensible to anything he had ever experienced before, but that may also have not been helped by Oscar’s brain basically giving itself a soft reboot of functions, unable to remember how to breathe and think at the same time. It was warm but not hot, wet but not damp, soft but without feeling he could understand, a melody of sensations he never wanted to end. He tried to form words, but nothing comprehensible left his lips. “Huuummm… ughhhh- Fu- UUghhhh- Y/n- oooh gods- uuuuuuuhhh!”
Once she knew he had at least been able to take the pleasure and still been able to breathe, she began slow and gentle sucks, making sure to intensify gradually so as not to overwhelm him. But she barely even had to for more than a few short seconds.
As the tightening spring inside him snapped, pleasure rushed from head to toe like water on a shore, his every muscle tensing and uncoiling, his toes curling tight, his eyes squeezing shut, his heart racing, his nails digging into the rope around his wrists, he let out a animalistic grunt and groan of utter pleasure as his hips bucking up wildly and uncontrollably as he filled her mouth to the brim with Tully seed.
She took every drop, being careful not to spill it or hurt him when he bucked so fast and hard, even with him still in her mouth; she clearly had a smug smile.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” he whimpered,
She pulled back and gulped down everything until she had a clear mouth, licking her lips clean. “Sorry for what?”
“For… for… oh fuck…” He panted, “For doing that… in your mouth, it’s rude, and - and disrespectful and I - Uhh -I didn’t even warn you before I-”
“I have no complaints,” she cooed,
“You- what?” he choked,
“I do not, nor will I ever have any complaints about you giving me your seed… wherever you decide on putting it.”
“Ughhh…” he murmured, unsure how to answer. “You are… perfect.”
“Thank you,” she cooed, pressing a small kiss to the head of his cock, making sure to lick the last little remnant of his release,
“Now, will you ‘PLEASE’ untie my hands?”
“Why? I rather like you like this.”
“Y/n… please, princess.”
“Fine,” She playfully rolled her eyes, “I suppose, if you trust me enough to do that, you must trust me enough to let you out.”
“I trust you with far more than that.”
She slowly stood and slid her hands down his back, pressing her body flush to his, ensuring he felt every inch of her against him, but instead of fully untieing his hands, she only untied where the rope attached to the wooden pole, leaving his wrists still bound behind his back.
“Uh- Princess.” he playfully glared,
“Yes, My lord Tully.”
“You said you’d untie me.”
“I did. From the pole. I never said I’d untie your hands completely. I’m not sure I trust you enough for that.”
“And what exactly do I need to do to make you trust me?”
She smirked and looped her fingers in the ties on the red leather of his doublet, tugging him away from the pole and across the tent to a bunch of flat boxes where she pushed him down onto a makeshift bed.
He tried not to laugh, straining his hands, trying to squirm free of the rope, but he leaned back onto the boxes, and happily pushed his thighs apart for her.
“I think I can trust you… If you repay me?” she cooed, standing in front of him mere inches from his knees,
“Repay you?” He smirked, raising a brow,
“I’m sure you can figure out what to do.” She smirked back as she hitched the hem of her thin green dress up to her waist, baring everything from knees to waist, the soft, untouched thighs and glistening kitty graced by a single streak of bright silver blonde,
Oscar found himself unable to look away. He licked his lips, choking back a groan, “As you desire, my Princess.”
She laughed and closed the gap between them, sitting herself very happily on his lap with her knees on either side of his hips, “You know what you're doing?” she whispered,
He actually laughed, brushing his nose over hers, “Y/n, it’s where to shove my cock. Not exactly grand war stratagem. You really think I don’t know exactly where I have to stick it?” he growled, shifting his hips until he felt the head of his cock rubbing between her soft, warm and importantly wet outer lips, while cradled by her thighs. “Ooooh fuck- though I admit, I did not imagine it would feel that good,” he choked,
She blushed, trying hard not to speak, but the more he rubbed back and forth, with little hip thrusts, the more compelled she was to say it, so she whispered in his ear, “You do know you're not in right?”
Oscar froze up, and his eyes went wide, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “Oh- I thought I- was-”
She giggled and shifted slightly, moving her hand down to guide his cock to her entrance,
“OH!” He gasped, “I- Okay, maybe I did need help where to stick it.” he laughed,
“Well, if you don’t ask for help, how will you learn?” she asked, shifting her hips back and forth, allowing his shaft to slide between her lips from clit to entrance over and over,
“Humm, I’d have figured it out, eventually… only so many places I can stick it, and I’m pretty sure you’d tell me if I was really in the wrong direction.”
“Well, got to give you a helping hand eventually.”
“I think we both know it’s not your hand I want, Princess. And I don’t think you want my hand either.” he smirked, shifting his hips in time with hers, feeling just his cock’s head slip inside her, “ooooh fuck-” he threw his head back, “I think we both know I’m not lasting very long.”
“We’ll work on it.” She winked, “But in the meantime, I wouldn’t mind your hand, my lord, Tully.” She cooed, kissing down his neck,
“Ughh- then you need to untie them, princess,” he teased,
“Fine,” she smiled, moving her hand back and finally letting his wrists free,
But Oscar didn’t hesitate, not even long enough to rub or shake his wrists. Instantly, one hand went to her own, letting her guide him down to her wet and stimulated clit, “Here?”
“Yes-” she panted, sliding down a little further and letting their hips shift in time,
“F-fuck- are you attached to this dress?” He panted,
“No,” she laughed,
“Good,” he growled as his other hand came up to the top hem of her gown, and quickly yanking it down the thin cotton to expose her breasts, remarkably not ripping it, which made him whimper and almost come just from the sight alone, instantly he closed the gap and kissed down her collar bones until he was nuzzled between her breasts barely able to breathe but he didn’t care even slightly.
Both became utterly slaved to their desire, Y/n lowering herself completely until she was utterly flush with his hips, with him fully hilt deep inside her, softly moaning with each little rub on her clit.
Oscar’s sounds became utterly incomprehensible, his body working without his mind, to move his hips, to kiss, to groan without any thought at all.
Y/n twisted her hand in his curls, pulling him tighter to her body. She tried to muffle her soft moans and whimpers of pleasure, but it became hard to keep herself quiet when her hips began to move on their own, mindless and purely hellbent on passion and pleasure. She could feel him throbbing inside her, leaking precum and shivering with withheld desire. “Just a little longer… Just a little longer…” She panted,
“I can’t- I can’t- It feels so good… You feel so good!” he groaned, moving his hand as fast and hard as he could in the hope he wouldn’t finish without satisfying her,
And it worked, Y/n squealed, biting down on Oscar’s neck as her orgasm ripped through her, her hips stilled, and her body trembled as pleasure went over her in endless waves, her cunt tightening and soaking his cock.
Which was all Oscar needed to hit his own single second after her own, his hips bucking up wildly as he filled her to the utter brim with Tully seed. “Fffuuuuuuuck-” he cursed, lying down flat on the boxes and pulling Y/n down with him.
“You… you are good at that… for a little lordling…” she panted,
“Thanks,” he chuckled, “Not so bad yourself, princess.”
“You trust me yet?” she asked, tilting her head to meet his eyes,
“... I think I do,” he smiled, “Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“You still want to wait out this war?”
“I do… It’s what’s best. If… Riverrun is still available to me?”
“It’s available, as long as you want it,” he smiled, moving his hand to play with her hair, “Even after the war is done, my home will always be welcome to you, princess, so long as it is my home.”
“Thank you,” She cooed, “I wish I could offer you the same.”
“You don’t need to, I know it’s all beyond your power. I would rather know you're safe than worry over if I was welcome in the capital.”
“Have you ever been? To King’s Landing?”
“...Once, I was tiny. I barely remember any of it. I was but a babe.”
“Ummm, you should have come to the keep. I’d have played with you.”
“Yeah? I think you’ve played with plenty,” he cooed, “I really do mean it, Y/n, you are welcome in Riverrun if you want it… hell, you could always… stay if you wanted.”
“Stay?”
“... Well, I’ll be needing a wife soon. And being a Tully would keep you far from your family’s arguments.”
“Hummm,” she smiled, “And I do already have a nice helping of Tully seed that might take root inside me.”
“Oh- OH! Shit- Fuck- I was supposed to-”
“It’s fine, Oscar. Do not worry.”
“But… what if you… if you get… ‘Pregnant’?” He whispered,
“I suppose, I could have a maester make me moon tea-”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. It’s… complicated and risky. You’d be in great pain, you could get sick, you could never be able to have children or… it could kill you.”
“Then what would you propose I do?”
“... if you find you are pregnant,” he began, “I will marry you,”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that, you will be the lady of Riverrun and the child of a Tully. Not a bastard. I am sure if we married fast enough, no one would dare question how I knocked you up so fast.”
“Won’t they?”
“No, Tully’s are kinda… retoriously fertile.”
“Ummm, fertile little fishies,” she laughed,
“Very much so. It doesn’t help that we all have a weakness for very beautiful, sexy women,” he smirked,
“Is that a compliment, My lord?”
“Yes, it is, Princess.”
“You would really marry me? Just because I got pregnant?”
“... I kinda wanna marry you anyway,” he smiled, “It gives me a good excuse.”
“I would think the excuse was letting me hide out in Riverrun.”
“Yeah, that is kinda better,” he chuckled, “Is that fair, you can wait out the war in Riverrun, and when I return from the war… I get to marry you?”
“Sounds pretty fair to me,” she cooed, leaning up to give his lips a tender kiss, “Shall we then?”
“We should, I just don’t want to move.”
She laughed and pushed up off him,
“Awwww… noooo princess… come back,” he whined, sitting up on his elbows, “I miss you,”
“You or your cock?” She laughed, fixing her dress,
“... it’s attached to me, it’s still me. And it still misses you.”
“Does it now?” She smirked, leaning over to loom over his lips, not close enough to kiss,
“Mhm, we both miss your warm cunt.”
“Get dressed. We need to get out of camp before dawn.”
“... Fine,” He pouted, standing and re-lacing his clothes, as he did barely paying much attention, he noticed the gathered wetness on his fingers, no doubt from rubbing on Y/n’s clit. He rubbed the dew between his fingertips before slowly bringing them to his face. He took in her scent, unlike anything he had known before, the true scent of a woman pleasured. Mindlessly, he slid his index finger over his bottom lip, and the taste was indescribable, but he knew he loved it. He slid his fingers past his lips and began to suck on them comfortingly, his eyes rolling back from the taste of her.
Y/n turned and caught sight of him, rather surprised at the image before her, “... Oscar? What are you doing?” Y/n chuckled,
His eyes shot open, and he turned bright red as he quickly removed his fingers from his mouth, “Uuuuuuuuuughhh… nothing,”
“Mhm, sure,” she nodded, clearly not believing him, tossing her hair up, and grabbing her cloak from the dirt,
“You’re not mad at me?”
“No, just surprised you’re that addicted to me already.”
“... I’m not gonna lie, after tasting that I really wanna eat you.”
“Later,” she winked, kissing his cheek, “Come on, we’ll grab our things, and make a break for it for the woods when the guards change shift.”
He nodded, “You sure you wanna do this?”
“Never been more sure of anything,” she nodded, offering her hand,
He smiled widely, taking her hand tightly, kissing her knuckles, “Stay close, I won’t let go, I promise, Princess. Do you trust me?"
"I trust you. Do you trust me?"
"Of course, I trust you."
Before they both scapered from the green tent and began their escape.
