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Hi, I am loving your “Dream Girl” series

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I love your writing as well! The way you describe the setting is so amazing! And the depth in each character even if they aren’t a main feature in the story is *chef’s kiss*

Hey I'm really happy you love the series! 🤭😊

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Beauty of A Dragon (Aemond Targaryen One Shot)

Summary: Your twin brother comes for you at night.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Targaryen reader

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Warning: Incest, Smut.

Aemond had been Prince Regent for a few months now, and although the Valyrian steel of the Conqueror’s crown didn’t rest upon his head yet, it was now an undeniable fact to every member of the realm that he had been born for this. All could finally witness his real worth, his superiority and how good he was at being a commander, a King.

No, he excelled at it. The Blacks haven’t even dared to approach King’s Landing even once in the last few months, and under his command all fear him, all obey him. He was far better at this than his father ever was, than his older sister ever will be, and certainly than his broken brother is, tucked in his bed.

His new duties obliged him to be away often, to ride Vhagar and lead his armies on the usurpers who wanted to decimate them and take his city, but when he was back in the Red Keep, all he sees is you.

His twin sister.

He walked into your chambers using the secret tunnels, and saw you by your bed, pulling down your robes to go to bed.

He approached silently from behind you, but you could sense him. You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked lightly, "Nice try."

Aemond chuckled softly, the sound low and intoxicating in the stillness of the night. “You always were too sharp for your own good, sister,” he replied, stepping closer, the heat radiating from his body wrapping around you like a cloak.

With a practiced ease, he moved to the side of your bed, leaning against the ornate post, his sapphire eye glinting with mischief and hunger. You turned fully to face him, your heart racing at the sight of him—tousled hair framing his angular face, lips slightly parted as though they had just whispered secret promises.

"Are you disappointed now?" you teased softly as you stepped closer to his body. He hummed, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, lavishing it with a hungry touch of his lips.

His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Disappointed? Not in the slightest,” he murmured, his words laced with an intoxicating blend of desire and mischief. “In fact, I find it quite the opposite.”

Aemond’s arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between the two of you. The world outside faded into a distant memory; it was just you and him amidst the flickering candlelight of your chamber, where shadows danced around you like whispers of longing.

You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck to him, an unspoken invitation that made his fingers twitch with eagerness. He nipped at the delicate skin there, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. “You know I can’t resist you,” he growled lowly, his voice thick with want.

Together you collapsed onto the plush bed, laughing breathlessly as he landed beside you. His fingers traced the delicate outline of your jaw, moving down to your collarbone, igniting a trail of heat wherever he touched. “You’re too tempting for your own good, sister,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as though sharing an intimate secret meant only for you.

Your heart raced in response, the thrill of having him so close overpowering the weight of propriety that lingered like a shadow in the corner. “And yet, here we are,” you whispered back, your own fingers slipping through his hair, tugging him closer still until his lips hovered just above yours.

He captured your mouth with fervor, kissing you with a hunger that had been building during his long absences. The taste of him was intoxicating; a mix of heat and desire that left you breathless, yearning for more. Aemond pulled away for just a moment, his eyes searching yours. “Tell me to stop,” he challenged softly, though you both knew it was a challenge neither of you wished to accept.

“I would never,” you breathed, your resolve crumbling under the weight of his gaze. Aemond's lips curled into a smirk, a predator reveling in the thrill of the chase.

With that unspoken understanding, he captured your mouth again, deeper this time, as if he intended to draw every breath from your lungs. His hands explored your body with a fervency that set your skin alight; fingers skimming down the curve of your waist, over the swell of your hips, igniting every nerve in their path.

“Gods, how I’ve missed this,” he whispered against your lips, before trailing kisses down the side of your neck. Each brush of his mouth sent delightful shivers coursing through you, a beautiful torture that made you arch against him instinctively.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, urging him closer as if you could meld into him completely. “And I you,” you confessed breathlessly.

Aemond's hand slid beneath your robes, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. You shivered at his touch, arching into him as he explored the curves of your body with a reverent hunger. His lips found yours again, capturing them in a searing kiss that left you breathless and aching for more.

With practiced ease, he unlaced your robes, peeling them away to reveal your naked form beneath. His eye roamed over you appreciatively, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory. "Beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with desire. "Always so beautiful."

You reached for him, tugging at his own clothing with impatient hands. He chuckled softly, helping you remove the layers until he was as bare as you.

Aemond's scarred body pressed against yours, skin to skin, as his lips found yours once more. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a passionate duel as his hands roamed your curves. You arched into his touch, fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest and back.

He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point. A soft moan escaped your lips as he lavished attention on your breasts, tongue swirling around each nipple. His hand slid lower, caressing your inner thigh before finding your wet heat. You gasped as he stroked you, building the pleasure with practiced skill.

"Please, Aemond," you whimpered, hips rocking against his hand. He smirked against your skin before positioning himself between your thighs. With one smooth thrust, he entered you fully, both of you groaning in unison. The sensation of him filling you, of the heat and hardness of his body pressed against yours, was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Aemond's hips began to move in a hard, demanding rhythm, driving himself deeper inside you with each thrust. Your nails dug into the comforter, the pleasure building within you like an inferno waiting to blaze out of control. His name escaped your lips on a gasp as he angled his hips just so, hitting that delicious spot deep within.

"That's it," he growled in your ear. "Let me hear you moan for me, sister."

His words only served to fan the flames of desire coursing through your veins. With each movement, Aemond brought you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of your passion—heavy breathing, moans of pleasure, and the rustling of sheets tangled around entwined limbs.

As the rhythm of your bodies intensified, Aemond's lips found yours again in a searing kiss. His tongue danced with yours as his hips continued their relentless pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside you. The new angle drew a guttural moan from Aemond's throat.

"Gods, you feel incredible," he panted against your neck.

Your fingers raked down his back as waves of pleasure washed over you. Every nerve ending felt electrified. Aemond's muscular body moved above you with fluid grace, his skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat in the candlelight. You marveled at the raw power contained in his lithe form.

He shifted slightly, bracing himself on one arm while his other hand snaked between your bodies. His fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves and began trailing exquisite circles that sent you spiraling further into bliss. You gasped, the sensations overwhelming as pleasure built like a raging storm inside you.

"Aemond," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of your need. He lifted his head to meet your gaze, those piercing violet eyes darkened with lust and fierce determination.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, an order wrapped in velvet. You complied willingly, locking your eyes onto his as the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, lost in this moment, this tempest that had long been brewing between siblings forged by fire and fate.

He quickened his pace, thrusting deep and hard, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the chamber. Each movement ignited sparks beneath your skin; every brush of his fingers brought another wave of pleasure crashing over you. Aemond's breath became ragged as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours as if seeking the solace that only you could provide. “I want to feel you come undone for me,” he murmured, his voice thick and heated, vibrating through both of you.

Your breath hitched at his words, a shiver of anticipation coursing through your body as he moved with unrelenting intensity. The tension coiling in your core grew tighter, winding around your heart like a serpent ready to strike. You could feel the familiar spark gathering, becoming a blazing inferno ready to consume you whole.

“No one else,” you gasped, the thought of anyone else in this moment felt sacrilegious. “Only you.” The declaration felt primal and raw, binding you both in a way that transcended the physical realm.

Aemond’s eyes flashed with something fierce at your promise, his movements growing more desperate, more possessive. He captured your mouth again in a kiss that was both claiming and tender—a reminder of who you were to each other amidst the chaos of the outside world. Aemond poured every ounce of himself into the kiss, each thrust echoing the rhythm of your hearts beating as one. You surrendered completely to him, your body arching upwards to meet his every move, urging him deeper, higher.

“Feel me, sister,” he breathed against your lips, the words a command and a plea. “Let go.”

With every stroke, you could feel the storm inside you reaching its peak—an avalanche of sensation that threatened to sweep you both away. It built and built, swallowing you whole until there was nothing left but the two of you entwined in passion.

Aemond's fingers worked their magic, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through you. “That’s it,” he urged, his voice a low growl filled with possessiveness, as if he were staking a claim not just on your body, but on your very soul. “Let it go.”

His intensity drove you onwards until with a final thrust, the dam broke, and you were swept away in a tide of ecstasy. The world around you shattered into a million brilliant fragments as the pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. Your cries filled the chamber, echoing off the stone walls, intertwining with Aemond’s deep groans as he followed you over the precipice.

Your body convulsed beneath him, waves of bliss crashing over you like a violent sea—each pulse igniting a fire that burned brightly in your core. Aemond’s grip on you tightened, his own release flooding through him in tandem with yours, creating an intoxicating blend of sensations that left you both gasping for breath.

As the intensity of your shared climax began to ebb, Aemond's movements slowed to a gentle rhythm. He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you panting softly as you basked in the afterglow. The air around you felt charged, crackling with the energy of your passion.

Aemond's eye met yours, a storm of emotions swirling in its depths. His fingers traced the curve of your cheek with surprising tenderness. "My beautiful sister," he murmured, voice husky. "My Queen."

You shivered at his words, feeling the truth of them resonate deep within you. Whatever crowns or thrones awaited outside these chamber walls, here in this moment, you ruled together absolutely.

Slowly, reluctantly, Aemond withdrew from you. But he didn't move far, instead gathering you close against his chest. You nestled into his embrace, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded you in this turbulent world. The warmth of his skin against yours was a soothing balm, and you closed your eyes, savoring the intimacy of these quiet moments together.

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GREMLINS (1984) dir. Joe Dante

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Gif dump - Aemond Targaryen

| The Light & The Dark |

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Grace burgers x Shelbyreader! (Fem)

Grace secret gets out to the Shelby’s and the reader is heartbroken and haven’t talk in months because of it. A year later Grace breaks into the readers hotel room while she’s on vacation. They have a conversation and Grace tries to use sex to get back with the reader but it’s too late (small smut if you does that kind of work)

Sorry that it’s long lol 😂

Secrets and Seduction

Pairing: Grace burgers x female Shelby reader

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Note: Sorry, no smut, just a sad one shot.

The moonlight streamed through the thin curtains of the hotel room, casting a ghostly glow on the plush bedspread. In the stillness, Grace’s presence felt like a haunting, an echo of all the laughter and whispered secrets they once shared. The door creaked as she stepped inside, her breath quickening at the sight of the woman she had thought about every day since everything fell apart.

"What are you doing here, Grace?" The words slipped from your lips, sharp and cold as glass. You didn’t turn to face her; instead, you stared out at the dark ocean, waves crashing against the shore--a reminder of how tumultuous everything had become since that fateful night.

"Let me explain," Grace pleaded, stepping farther into the room. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing them in a world where no one else existed.

"Explain? You had your chance for that, Grace. I don’t want to hear any more excuses." You finally turned to face her, the flickering lamplight catching the sheen of tears in her eyes, but anger was the only thing coursing through you now.

Grace took a tentative step forward, her hands raised as if to ward off your fury. "I never wanted you to find out like that. You have to understand… it was complicated." Her voice broke, a fragile thread of emotion woven through her words.

"Complicated?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Complicated is trying to balance my emotions. What you did was shatter everything we built together." The memories flooded back--of shared dreams and promises whispered under starlit skies, moments of bliss that felt so far removed now.

"I can't change the past," Grace said softly, her vulnerability almost disarming. "But I’ve changed. I’ve spent every day regretting losing you. I came here to make things right."

You felt your heart twist. The sincerity in her voice tugged at the remnants of your affection, but it was too late for that. "Making things right? Grace, you can’t just waltz back into my life and expect us to pick up where we left off. You broke my trust--our trust."

Grace’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desperation. "What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? Because I am, truly. But I can show you how much I’ve changed." She stepped closer, her gaze intensifying as she reached out for you, fingers brushing against your arm.

You recoiled instinctively, as if her touch burned. "Don’t." It was a single word, laced with all the pain of a year spent nursing a wound that refused to close. "You think sex can fix this? You think it’s that simple?"

The hurt in her eyes was palpable, but Grace held her ground. "No, I don’t think it’s simple. But I know what we had, and I miss it. Don’t you?"

You paused, the crackle of tension hanging in the air like a storm about to break. Memories of soft laughter and warmth flickered in your mind, a stark contrast to the chilly space between you now. "I did miss it once," you admitted, your voice softer than intended, "but that was before I learned the truth about you."

"You can’t erase what we had because of one mistake!" Grace's voice rose, desperation spilling over as she took another step closer. The intensity in her gaze was magnetic, pulling at something deep inside you--something you had fought so hard to bury.

"One mistake?" You echoed incredulously, incredulity lacing your tone. "What you did was a series of decisions that led to betrayal. You put yourself in that position; you chose to deceive me." Your heart raced, the weight of your words heavy in the air. "You think I can just forget that because you’ve decided you want me back?"

Grace's expression shifted, frustration morphing into a determination that was both alluring and terrifying. "No, I don’t expect you to forget. But we could start fresh--if you’d just let me show you how much I care. How much I love you."

The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken longing and the ghosts of what once was. You could see the sincerity in her eyes, a raw honesty that both beckoned and repelled you. Your heart raced, caught between the tender ache of nostalgia and the steely resolve you had built over the past year.

"Love? Is that what you call it?" you asked, voice steadier than you felt. "You loved me while lying to my face? What kind of love is that?"

Grace flinched slightly but quickly regained her composure, her desperation unfurling like a fragile flower in the twilight. "I know I hurt you," she said, her voice now barely above a whisper. "But I’ve spent the last year trying to make sense of everything. I thought I could compartmentalize--keep my life separate from us--but it didn’t work. I lost myself in my own lies."

Maybe that was what angered you the most: the idea that she had become someone else entirely, her true self buried beneath layers of deceit. "You didn’t just lose yourself, Grace," you said, your voice tinged with a mixture of pity and bitterness. "You lost me in the process."

The silence that followed was thick with tension, and you could hear the rhythmic beating of your heart like a war drum in your chest. Grace's eyes shimmered under the weak light, an ocean of regret swirling within their depths. She took another step closer, seemingly unafraid of your rejection.

"Please," she breathed, her voice a soft plea as she reached out again, but this time you didn’t flinch. Instead, you held your ground, your face a mask of stoicism.

"You think that I can just forget how you made me feel? How you shattered my trust and left me to pick up the pieces alone?" You were surprised at how steady your voice remained, how you could contain the storm of emotions whirling inside you. "Now, get out. Don’t worry, I won’t tell my brothers you’re around."

Grace’s shoulders slumped at your words, the fight seemingly draining from her frame. For a heartbeat, silence enveloped the room, thickened by the palpable weight of all that had been left unsaid. "You really mean that," she murmured, and even though it was a statement, it felt like an admission of defeat.

Your heart twisted painfully at her vulnerability, something you had once cherished. Yet here it was, a reminder of how far you had fallen from each other.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could catch it. You didn’t want her to have this power over you--this ability to stir feelings that you had tried so hard to bury.

Instead of answering the question with words, she stepped closer, gently placing her hands on your cheeks.

You felt the warmth of her palms against your skin, a familiar comfort that sent a shiver down your spine. The sensation was almost electric, igniting the smoldering embers of a connection you thought had long since faded.

You opened your mouth to tell her to leave, but she leaned closer, pressing her lips against yours.

You froze, every instinct screaming to pull away, to reject the warmth of those lips that had once ignited a fire in your soul. But as familiar as her touch was, it was also a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had shattered everything. You felt the softness of her kiss--a bittersweet echo of more innocent times--and yet it stirred an overwhelming storm of emotions within you.

You fought against the wave of feelings threatening to engulf you, your mind a cacophony of memories and longing. The kiss was tentative at first, nostalgic, but it quickly deepened as if Grace sought to erase the scars of the past with the tenderness of the present. Your heart raced in response, torn between craving the comfort of her familiarity and the walls you had built to protect yourself.

With a sudden surge of clarity, you broke away, breathing heavily as you stared into her eyes. "What are you doing?" Your voice trembled with a mixture of anger and confusion. "This isn't how it works, Grace. You can't just come back and expect everything to be okay again."

"I know," she said softly, hurt flickering across her features. "But I had to try. I've missed you every single day since... since everything fell apart." Her gaze held an urgency that felt both desperate and sincere.

"You don’t get to miss me now," you shot back, heart pounding with a fervor that matched the storm brewing in your chest. "You made your choices, Grace. You can't just turn back time because it feels convenient. Now go."

You turned away from her, your back to her, trying to block out the turmoil of emotions swirling in your chest. The sound of her footsteps felt like a countdown, each step away pulling you closer to the abyss of your own pain.

You let out a shaky breath when you heard the door slowly opening and after a moment it closed.

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Fallen Angel: Chapter 3 - Secrets Unfold

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Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader

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As dawn broke over Birmingham, Viktoria awoke to the sound of bustling activity from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, attempting to shake off the remnants of her restless night filled with dreams that blurred the lines between her present reality and the distant echoes of her past.

After a quick wash in the tiny basin provided for her, she dressed in the green dress Ada had lent her, smoothing down the fabric as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It was strange—this dress felt both foreign and oddly comforting. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever awaited her down below.

Stepping into the hallway, she caught snippets of conversation drifting up to her from the kitchen. The familiar cadence of Ada’s voice mixed with the deeper tones of Arthur and Tommy danced through the air, punctuated by sporadic laughter and shouts.

As Viktoria descended the stairs, she felt an unexpected surge of determination. She had to navigate this unfamiliar landscape carefully--not just for herself but for the Shelbys as well. The stakes felt impossibly high, and she couldn't allow her presence to endanger them.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found Tommy leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gaze fixed intently on something outside. Ada was bustling around, preparing breakfast while Arthur sat with a cup of coffee, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity and he turned his attention to her, "Morning!"

"Morning," Viktoria greeted.

"Morning, Viktoria!" Ada called out cheerfully. "Just in time for some breakfast. Hope you’re hungry."

"Very," Viktoria replied, forcing a smile though her heart thudded in her chest. She slid into a chair at the small table, feeling as if she were stepping onto a battleground--the air heavy with unspoken thoughts and the weight of expectations.

Tommy turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. "You slept well?" he asked, his tone casual but with an edge that hinted at deeper scrutiny.

"As well as can be expected," Viktoria replied, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. "It's hard to sleep in a new place, I guess." She glanced around the kitchen, absorbing the details--the worn wooden table, the utilitarian stove, and the windowsill lined with mismatched cups. This was a home forged from necessity rather than comfort.

Ada placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of Viktoria. "You'll get used to it," she assured, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Besides, once you meet everyone else, you’ll feel right at home."

"Everyone else?" Viktoria asked, raising an eyebrow as she cut into her food.

Tommy pushed himself off the counter and leaned against it with casual authority. "The rest of the family will be by soon. You’ve already met our aunt and our brothers. There are more of us--each with their own way of making life… interesting." He shot Arthur a teasing glance that made the other man chuckle.

"Interesting, right," Arthur echoed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "More like chaotic. You have no idea what you're in for," he said, leaning forward as if to emphasize his point.

Viktoria chuckled softly, her nerves easing just a little. "I think I can handle a little chaos," she replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

"Atta girl," Arthur said as he poured her cup of coffee.

Tommy raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Just remember, chaos here has a way of becoming… complicated."

The door creaked open, and in walked John, followed closely by Finn, who was clutching a small wooden carving. "Morning, everyone!" John called out, his voice lively as he entered the kitchen. He spotted Viktoria and shot her a friendly smile. "And good morning to you! You’re looking more at home already."

Viktoria's heart warmed at the boy's earnestness, but a pang of sadness followed closely. "I… I hope to stay for a while, Finn," she replied gently, kneeling down to his level. "But I need to figure some things out first."

"Like what?" he asked, tilting his head curiously.

Before she could respond, John interjected with a chuckle. "Mysterious writer stuff, kid. Things like plotting and research. You wouldn’t understand it yet."

Finn pouted slightly, crossing his arms. "I can understand! I’m ten now!"

Tommy cleared his throat, drawing attention back to him. "And you should be focused on your own business this morning, young man," he said with mock sternness. "How about you help Arthur with the horses? I hear they could use a good brushing."

Finn brightened at the suggestion. "Okay! I'll make them shine!" He dashed out of the kitchen.

John grabbed a cup and poured himself coffee as he smirked. “That kid has been asking about you, Viktoria, for the past hour.”

"Looks like you’ve stolen something here after all," Arthur teased, leaning back in his chair with a grin.

Viktoria felt a rush of warmth at the playful banter. "I don’t think I’ve done anything special," she replied, shaking her head with a smile. "But he's a sweet boy."

John raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter beside Tommy. "Sweet? Finn? You haven’t seen him on a sugar high yet." The brothers shared a laugh, and Viktoria found herself relaxing further in their company.

The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted as Polly entered, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Viktoria.

"Good morning. I hope you’re settling in well and not getting too comfortable," Polly said, half-smirking as she poured herself a cup of tea. Her sharp gaze flicked between Tommy and the others, assessing the dynamics in the room with her usual scrutiny.

Viktoria glanced up from her plate, forcing a smile despite the knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. "I’m adjusting, thank you," she replied cautiously. "Everyone has been very welcoming."

Polly raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Just remember, it’s a fine line between welcome and being weighed down by family obligations. We're not all sunshine and roses here," she warned lightly before taking a sip of her tea.

"Don't mind Polly," Arthur chimed in with a laugh. "She just likes to see everyone squirm. Keeps us on our toes." He winked at Viktoria, lightening the mood.

As breakfast continued, Finn returned with bits of hay stuck in his hair and an air of excitement about him. He ran to the table to show off a tiny wooden horse he'd been working on, crafted from a piece of scrap he found in the stables.

"Look what I made!" Finn exclaimed, holding up the carved figure proudly. The sheer joy radiating from his small face brought a smile to Viktoria's lips.

"That's incredible, Finn!" she said, genuinely impressed. "You’re quite the artist."

Finn beamed at her praise, visibly puffing up with pride. "Thanks! I want to make a whole herd!" he declared, his eyes sparkling with ambition.

"Well, if you keep practicing, you might just be able to," Viktoria encouraged, feeling a warmth spread through her as she watched the boy’s excitement.

The telephone was heard ringing down the hall, which Polly decided to be the one to answer. She placed her tea on the table and got up. She walked out of the room.

Finn handed Viktoria the wooden horse, "Here. You can have it."

Viktoria smiled, "Thank you."

Finn's face lit up with a wide grin, and he bounced in his seat. "You really like it?"

Victoria nodded, "Of course! It's beautiful," she said, testing the weight of the carving in her hand. "I’ll keep it with me as a reminder of my time here."

"Could you stay here?" Finn asked, his enthusiasm unwavering. "You can help me make more things! We could even start a shop together!"

"Oh, it is happening," Arthur said, exchanging an amused look with John.

"It’s not a crush, it’s love right there," John teased, earning a glare from Finn, the young boy’s cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"Shut up, John!" Finn shot back, crossing his arms defiantly. "I just want to make cool stuff!"

Viktoria chuckled, shaking her head at the banter. "I’m afraid I won’t be setting up shop any time soon, Finn. I have to go back home soon."

Finn's face fell a bit, but he quickly recovered. "You can still help! You could teach me more about… um, writing! Like in your books!"

Tommy watched the exchange with an amused smile, something softening in his usually guarded expression. "Looks like you’ve made quite the impression on our little artist,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

At that moment, Polly returned from the hallway, her expression was serious as she glanced at the group's lightheartedness. She cleared her throat and looked down at Finn, smiling lightly, "Finn, why don’t you go outside and play for a bit? Alright?"

Finn pouted but sighed and nodded.

As Finn dashed out of the kitchen, his energy lighting up the room, Polly turned her attention back to Viktoria. The atmosphere shifted once again, the air thickening with unspoken words and heavy glances. Polly took a deep breath and turning her gaze toward Viktoria, and spoke, "I got an interesting call from a friend of mine…" Viktoria glanced at the siblings nervously. Tommy, Arthur and Ada exchanged a quick look, while John frowned in confusion.

"There's no record of a Viktoria Wilson from London," Polly continued, her tone serious. "Now, I know some people get lost in the paperwork, but this… this seems different. You came here from somewhere and without any trace."

Viktoria's heart raced as she caught the weight of Polly's gaze. Tommy stood up, clearing his throat, "All right, Polly, we need to talk."

Polly raised a hand, steadying her gaze on Tommy. "No, Tommy. She needs to hear this. If we’re going to keep her safe, we need to know who she really is."

“We’re already know who she is,” Ada said, “In a way.”

Polly crossed her arms, her expression assessing. "You say you’re from London, yet you don’t seem acquainted with our ways or our stories. That raises a flag for me."

"Polly," Tommy said, and she finally looked away from Viktoria to him. "We need to talk. Come on, to the living room."

Polly nodded, and with a decisive motion, she led the way to the living room. The atmosphere shifted again as they entered, the air thick with tension. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed almost too bright for the gravity of their conversation.

Polly looked between Tommy, Arthur and Ada, realizing the three of them already know something about the young woman. “Somebody better start talking.”

Tommy stepped forward, his demeanor shifting from casual to commanding. "Viktoria's been through a lot, and while we may have questions, right now isn’t about suspicion. It’s about understanding." He fixed his gaze on Polly, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

Polly studied him for a moment before nodding, her brow still furrowed in concern. "Fine. But we need to know the truth—every bit of it. This family has faced enough danger without more uncertainty." She looked at Viktoria, “Just answer this. Where you from?”

“I’m from here…” Victoria trailed off, “But…” She looked at Ada, Tommy and Arthur for help.

“She’s not from this time.”

Tommy's declaration hung in the air like a heavy fog, and for a moment, silence enveloped the room. Polly’s eyes widened slightly, disbelief flickering across her features.

“I’m sorry?” John asked in disbelief as Polly asked, "What do you mean 'not from this time'?"

"I mean," Tommy began, his voice steady but filled with a gravity that made Viktoria's heart race, "she came to us from another era. Something happened that brought her here.”

"It’s true," Viktoria finally said, "I’m from 2019. I lost my family… and then I found myself here."

The room fell into a stunned silence, the only sound being the soft ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. Polly's expression shifted from disbelief to something deeper--concern mingled with curiosity. She took a step back, her arms crossing tightly over her chest as if shielding herself from the implications.

"You’re saying you’re some sort of time traveler?" John asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "That’s madness."

"John, I’ve met her when she first showed up," Ada said, her tone a mix of urgency and protectiveness. "She was lost, scared… I didn’t know what to think at the time, but I believe her. She doesn’t belong here."

She nodded her head toward Tommy and Arthur, "She was dressed differently too, ask Tommy and Arthur."

"Dressed differently?" Polly echoed, her skepticism giving way to intrigue. "What do you mean?"

"Her clothes," Tommy explained. "They’re not from this era. And there’s this device she calls a 'phone'--it doesn’t work here, but it doesn’t look like anything we’ve seen.”

Polly’s sharp gaze flicked back to Viktoria, who felt the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on her. "So you’re telling me that you’re from the future? That you just… wished yourself back in time?"

Viktoria nodded, her pulse quickening. "I was in a cemetery, overwhelmed and desperate. I wished to be far away… and then I woke up here."

Polly took a deep breath, her demeanor shifting from suspicion to contemplation. She lighted up a cigarette and took a long drag. "It sounds ridiculous," she admitted slowly, "but so does everything about the life we lead." She glanced at Tommy and Arthur for confirmation. "If this is true, it could change everything we know."

Tommy stepped forward; his expression serious. "We need to figure out how to help her, Polly. Whatever this is, we can’t dismiss it outright. This isn’t just about her being lost in time; she could be in real danger if word gets out. People don't take kindly to those who don't belong."

Polly nodded slowly, her sharp mind clearly assessing the potential consequences of Viktoria's unusual situation. "If you’re telling the truth," she said, her voice steady but with an edge of caution, "then you’re not just some passerby. You’re a liability… or a potential asset."

Viktoria swallowed hard, aware of the weight of those words. "I don’t want to be a burden or anyone’s problem," she said quickly, desperation creeping into her voice. "I just want to find a way back home."

"And we’ll help you find that way," Tommy assured her, his tone firm yet reassuring.

“Until we’ll find out a way to… return you, you need to learn our ways,” Polly said, her tone softening ever so slightly. She took another drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke curl around her before exhaling slowly. “How we operate. You can’t afford to stumble around like a lost sheep."

Viktoria nodded, feeling the weight of Polly's words. "I understand. I'll do whatever it takes to fit in and not cause any trouble," she promised, her heart pounding at the thought of being a liability to this family that had taken her in.

"Good," Polly replied, her expression softening further as she studied Viktoria. "Because it’s not just about blending in; it’s about survival. The world outside these walls is harsh, and the Shelbys have made plenty of enemies."

"Enemies who wouldn’t think twice about exploiting a weakness," Tommy added, his voice low and serious. "Your presence here could attract unwanted attention, especially if anyone finds out you're different."

"I'll do my best to keep a low profile," Viktoria promised.

Polly nodded approvingly, taking another drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out in an ashtray. "That's the spirit. Ada, grabbed our coats."

"Where we going?" Ada asked, reaching for her coat.

Polly nodded to Viktoria’s green dress, "I know this dress is yours, which means she doesn’t have any clothes for this era." Ada handed Polly her coat. "We need to go shopping."

"Shopping?" Viktoria echoed, her mind racing. "But I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense," Polly said, her voice firm yet warm. Ada smiled, handing Viktoria one of her coats. "You need proper clothes if you're going to fit in here. We can’t have you wandering around looking like a lost soul. Everyone will start asking questions." Polly walked past everyone and out to the hall, "Let’s go!"

Ada smirked, "Come on, then!" She linked her arm with Viktoria’s and pulled her gently out of the room.

"Oh, okay," Viktoria said as she glanced at the three brothers who watched their sister dragging her out in amusement.

"Have fun!" Arthur called sarcastically.

Polly took the lead as they stepped outside, the cool morning air hitting Viktoria’s face like a splash of cold water. She felt a mixture of anxiety and relief as she walked beside Polly and Ada, the streets of Birmingham bustling with life.

As they navigated the busy streets, the scents of coal smoke mingled with fresh bread from nearby bakeries. The sound of horse-drawn carriages clattering over the cobblestones created a rhythm that felt strangely comforting amidst the chaos.

Viktoria did her best to take it all in, each new sight and sound a reminder of just how far removed she was from her own time. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. The Shelbys had opened a door to a world that had been lost to her, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the longer she stayed, the riskier it became.

Polly steered them into a small clothing shop adorned with colorful fabrics displayed in the windows. The bell above the door jingled as they entered, and Viktoria was greeted by an array of dresses, blouses, and skirts that felt both foreign and inviting.

"Oi! Mrs. Hargreaves!" Polly called out to a bustling woman behind the counter who was sorting through a stack of fabric. The woman looked up, beaming at the sight of Polly and Ada.

"Polly dear! What a surprise! And who is this beautiful young lady?" Mrs. Hargreaves asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she surveyed Viktoria.

"This is Viktoria," Polly said, nudging Viktoria slightly forward. "She’s in need of some new clothes."

"New clothes?" Mrs. Hargreaves repeated, her hands on her hips as she studied Viktoria with a keen eye. "Well, you've come to the right place! We’ve got this season's finest, don't we?" She motioned towards a colorful array of dresses hanging from wooden racks.

"Let’s start with dresses," Mrs. Hargreaves suggested, pulling several pieces from the rack. "What’s your style, dear? Something bold, maybe? Or softer colors?"

“I’m not sure,” Viktoria replied honestly,

her heart racing as she glanced at the vibrant fabrics. "I guess… something that fits in, but still feels like me?"

Mrs. Hargreaves nodded, her face lighting up. "Of course! We’ll find something that suits you perfectly." She began to pull various garments from the racks, holding them up for Viktoria to inspect.

Polly and Ada exchanged a knowing look, and Viktoria couldn't help but feel a little lighter under their supportive gazes. The chaos of the past day began to fade into the background as she focused on the colors and styles presented before her.

"Why don’t you try this green one?" Ada suggested, holding up a simple yet elegant dress that matched the shade of her borrowed attire. "It’ll bring out your eyes."

Viktoria took the dress, running her fingers over the soft fabric. "I like it," she admitted, glancing at her reflection in a nearby mirror. "I think I’ll give it a go."

Viktoria stepped into the small changing room, her heart pounding in her chest. As she slipped off the borrowed dress and pulled on the green one, she felt a strange sense of hope beginning to swell within her. The fabric hugged her gently, and for a moment, it felt like she was stepping into a new identity—one that belonged in this time, with these people.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, taking in the way the dress fell just below her knees and how it complemented her figure. It was simpler than her usual style but somehow felt right. She opened the door slightly, peeking out at Polly and Ada, who were engaged in conversation with Mrs. Hargreaves.

"How does it look?" Viktoria called out hesitantly.

Both women turned, their expressions lighting up as they saw her. "Absolutely stunning!" Ada exclaimed, stepping closer for a better view. Polly nodded approvingly, a hint of satisfaction crossing her features.

"You’ve got good taste, dear. This color suits you well," Mrs. Hargreaves chimed in, her voice warm with encouragement. "It's perfect for a young woman like yourself."

Viktoria felt her cheeks warm at the compliments, a wave of gratitude washing over her. "Thank you," she said, stepping out fully to show off the dress. The fabric flowed around her as she turned slightly, the soft material swaying gently.

"Now just imagine this with the right accessories," Polly continued, already browsing through some necklaces hanging nearby. "A simple brooch or a pendant would elevate it further."

"Let's get you a few other options too!" Ada suggested, pulling another dress from the rack—a deep blue number that caught the light beautifully. "This one is more formal, but it could work for different occasions."

Viktoria was taken aback by their enthusiasm and kindness. As Ada handed her the blue dress, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her--a sense of belonging that she had longed for since her world had shattered. Perhaps, she thought, there was a chance to carve out a new path in this unfamiliar time, surrounded by the Shelby family.

After choosing a couple of dresses, Mrs. Hargreaves helped Viktoria select accessories—necklaces that glimmered in shades of gold and silver, delicate brooches with intricate designs, and a pair of soft leather shoes that felt like they had been made just for her. Each piece added to the semblance of a life she could inhabit here.

As they paid for the items, Polly leaned down to Viktoria. “You know,” she said softly, her tone suddenly serious again, “while you’re settling in, it’s important that you understand the family you're now part of. The Shelbys are known for their… unconventional ways.” She paused for emphasis. “And for sticking together no matter what.”

“I understand,” Viktoria replied, her heart racing slightly.

Polly nodded, satisfied with her response. “Good,” she said firmly. “You’ll need to remember that loyalty can be both a blessing and a curse around here.”

As they stepped back into the cool Birmingham air, the weight of Polly's words lingered in Viktoria’s mind. She glanced at Ada, who looked back with a supportive smile.

“You’ll figure this out,” Ada reassured her as they made their way down the bustling street. “Just take it one day at a time.”

Viktoria took a deep breath, letting the sounds of the city wash over her—the chatter of locals, the clatter of hooves against cobblestones, the distant laughter of children playing. For the first time since her arrival in 1919, she felt a flicker of excitement rather than fear.

“Now that you’re properly outfitted,” Polly announced, snapping Viktoria from her thoughts, "We should find you something to do.”

Viktoria raised an eyebrow. “Something to do?”

"Absolutely! You can’t just sit around waiting for a way back,” Polly replied, her tone brisk. “We need to find your strengths and see how you can contribute." She looked at the young woman, "Are you truly are writer?"

Viktoria's face fell a little and she shook her head, "No. Just writing on a diary of mine. When I was a child, I wanted to become a writer but that didn't work out."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ada said softly, linking their arms together. "Have you did anything else?"

"I was a bartender," Viktoria answered, her voice laced with a hint of embarrassment. "I worked at a small pub. It wasn’t glamorous, but I enjoyed it."

Polly's eyes brightened. "A bartender, you say? That could come in handy. We have our fair share of events and gatherings, and sometimes we need someone who can serve drinks and keep things in order. Would you be interested in that?"

Viktoria felt a spark of excitement at the prospect. "I think I could do that," she replied, her confidence growing as she realized that her skills might actually be useful here.

"Good," Polly said with a nod of approval. "We have a gathering at the house tonight--a few local businessmen and associates coming by for drinks and conversation. You'll get to see how we operate firsthand."

"A gathering?" Viktoria echoed, her heart racing. It would be an opportunity to observe the Shelbys in their element, to learn more of the world she had stumbled into. "I’d love to help out."

Polly smiled, a glimmer of approval in her eyes. "Excellent. Just remember—stay sharp and keep your wits about you. The people we associate with can be… unpredictable."

“What should I wear?” Viktoria asked, looking down at her newly acquired dresses.

“You’ll want to dress up a bit more for this,” Polly said. “And we can always tweak your new pieces to suit the occasion." Her voice softened as she added, “It’s important to make a good impression.”

As they made their way back to the house, Viktoria's mind raced with possibilities. She would have a chance not only to immerse herself in this era but also to contribute in a meaningful way. Perhaps this gathering would allow her to learn more about the Shelbys and the intricacies of their world.

When they arrived back at the house, Ada led Viktoria upstairs to help her prepare for the evening.

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[omgkatherine01]

Can I request a one shot between aged up Neteyam x fem!reader na'vi where they are best friends since childhood and Neteyam is jealous that the reader is talking to other young men, and they want her. She and Neteyam confessing to each other that they have feelings to one another.

Mine (Neteyam x Female Na'vi Reader)

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!reader Na'vi

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: An old request, sorry it took a while to get to it.

Warnings: Smut!

You and Neteyam have been best friends since you were little. Born only a few days apart, your parents always been around each other, so you and Neteyam were always around each other as well.

As you both grew up, you two became best friends, hardly separating from each other. Where ever one goes, the other follows.

Neteyam's parents had always treated you like their own, and his siblings had always considered you as their sister. You were part of Neteyam's family, and he was part of yours.

And as the two of you grew to the age of 16, both your mother and Neytiri started to see signs of a shift in their kids' relationship. Long looks, light touches, the female blushing on small compliments from the male.

Those were different feelings now.

Not that they would complain, both your parents and Neteyam's had hoped for one day when a mate to be picked for both of you, it will be the two of you together and not apart.

Time went on, and as it did, Neteyam grew annoyed when the young males in the village would start to notice your beauty and warrior skill. You weren't the only one who changed, he did as well, he grew more handsome and the females in the village didn't hesitated to show their want for the future Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya Clan.

But Neteyam had eyes only for you.

And you had eyes only for him.

Yet both of you kept your feelings for each other deep inside.

Until you both reached to age 19.

Neteyam watched from afar as you laughed with a group of young Na'vi hunters, his jaw clenching involuntarily. Though you had been best friends since childhood, lately he found himself consumed by unfamiliar feelings of jealousy whenever other men were near you.

As the hunters departed, you noticed Neteyam and bounded over, your eyes bright. "There you are! I was looking for you earlier."

Were you?" he asked, unable to keep a hint of bitterness from his voice. "You seemed occupied."

You tilted your head, studying him. "Neteyam, what's wrong? You've been acting strangely lately."

He sighed, "Nothing."

You frowned, unconvinced. "I know you better than that. Something's bothering you."

Neteyam hesitated, his golden eyes searching your face. You thought maybe it will be better you two to talk in a more private area, "Let's go somewhere more private," you suggested softly, taking Neteyam's hand. He nodded, allowing you to lead him into the dense forest surrounding the village.

As you walked in silence, you could feel the tension radiating from Neteyam. Your heart raced, wondering what could be troubling your closest friend so deeply. Finally, you reached a secluded clearing bathed in bioluminescent light.

Turning to face him, you spoke gently, "Please, Neteyam. Tell me what's on your mind."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made you shiver. "I can't stand seeing you with other men," he confessed, his voice low and husky. "The way they look at you, the way you smile at them… it drives me crazy."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Neteyam, are you… jealous?" you asked softly, hardly daring to hope.

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I know I shouldn't be. You're my best friend, and I should be happy for you. But I can't help it. The thought of you with someone else…" He trailed off, clenching his fists.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stepped closer to him. "Neteyam, look at me," you whispered. When his golden eyes met yours again, you saw vulnerability there that took your breath away. "You have nothing to be jealous of. Those other men mean nothing to me."

"They don't?" he asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

You shook your head, gathering your courage. "No. Because… because my heart already belongs to someone else."

Neteyam's breath caught in his throat. "Who?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached out, gently cupping his face in your hands. "You, Neteyam. It's always been you."

His eyes widened in disbelief, then softened with emotion. "Y/N," he breathed, pulling you closer. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid of ruining our friendship."

"I was afraid too," you admitted, your fingers tracing the luminescent patterns on his skin. "But I can't hide my feelings anymore. I love you, Neteyam."

"I love you too," he murmured, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours. "More than I ever thought possible."

Your eyes fluttered closed as Neteyam's lips finally met yours in a tender kiss.

The kiss deepened as years of unspoken longing poured out between you. Neteyam's strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky texture.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, Neteyam gazed at you with such adoration it made your heart soar. "I never want to let you go," he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

"Then don't," you whispered back, tilting your head to give him better access.

His lips trailed along your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "Y/N," he breathed against your skin, "I want to bond with you… to make you mine in every way."

You pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, seeing the desire burning there. "I want that too," you admitted.

Your heart raced as Neteyam's hands roamed your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. You pulled him closer, savoring the feeling of his strong form pressed against yours. His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. You pulled away from his lips, and without breaking eye contact, you reached for his queue, gently bringing it forward. Neteyam's breath hitched as he understood your intention.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, a smile playing at your lips. "I've never been more certain of anything."

With reverent care, Neteyam took your queue in his hands. The tendrils began to glow and intertwine as you brought them together. As the neural connection formed, you gasped at the intensity of sensations and emotions flowing between you. It was like nothing you had ever experienced--every touch amplified, every feeling shared.

Neteyam pulled you close, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. You melted into Neteyam's embrace as waves of pleasure and emotion washed over you through your neural connection. His hands roamed your body with newfound urgency, igniting sparks of desire everywhere they touched. You gasped as he lowered you gently onto the soft forest floor, his body covering yours.

"You're so beautiful," Neteyam murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of you beneath him. His fingers traced the luminescent patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You pulled him down for another searing kiss, reveling in the feeling of his solid form pressed against you. Through your bond, you could feel his love and desire mingling with your own, creating an intoxicating blend of sensation.

Slowly, reverently, you began to explore each other's bodies. Every caress, every kiss was amplified tenfold through your neural connection. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his hands moved with both tenderness and urgency as they traced your curves, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each touch.

"Neteyam," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as his lips traveled down your neck. The sensation sent tremors through your body, and you instinctively arched into him, encouraging his exploration.

He paused for a moment, looking up to meet your gaze. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his golden eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell.

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face. "I want you--only you."

With a look of pure determination, he captured your lips once more, deepening the kiss as if to claim you entirely. His hands found their way to the hem of your garment, gently lifting it away to reveal your skin to the cool night air. Every caress was like a spark igniting a flame, and you shivered at the sensation, feeling both vulnerable and utterly cherished.

Neteyam's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your form, the bioluminescent hues dancing across your skin. He traced the soft curves of your waist, marveling at how perfect you felt beneath his hands. With each touch, he communicated his reverence for you, the depth of his feelings whispering through every caress.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured again, his voice low and filled with awe. The intensity of his gaze made your cheeks flush as you smiled back at him, your heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of the forest around you.

As if sensing your eagerness, Neteyam leaned down to press his lips to yours once more, kissing you deeply as he shifted between your legs. You reveled in the sensation of him nestled against you, the warmth radiating from his body mingling perfectly with the cool night air. You could feel the electricity crackling between you, a potent mix of longing and adoration.

As the kiss deepened, he shifted his body closer, his warmth enveloping you completely. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin, every movement igniting a fire within you that demanded more. You wanted to explore every inch of him, to understand how someone could evoke such intense feelings.

Neteyam pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, both of you intoxicated by the moment. "Are you ready?" he asked, vulnerability lacing his tone as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

You nodded fervently, your heart racing. "I am. I want this. I want us."

With that silent agreement hanging in the air, Neteyam's lips found yours again, but this time there was an urgency that sent ripples of anticipation throughout your body. He trailed kisses down your jawline and across your collarbone, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that surged through you. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as he explored the delicate curves of your body with a reverence that made you feel cherished.

Neteyam's kisses trailed lower, and you gasped as his warm breath fanned across your skin. His fingers danced along your sides, leaving a trail of fire that made your heart race. You felt alive in a way you had never experienced before, every nerve ending heightening with anticipation. The forest around you fell silent, as if nature itself was holding its breath for what was about to unfold.

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mixture of love and fierce desire. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. "I want to make this moment last forever."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you nodded earnestly, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging wash over you. He leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss deepened, transforming into a tender promise wrapped in passion. With every gentle caress and heated breath, you could feel the connection between you solidify into something sacred.

As his kisses traveled lower, tracing the curves of your body, heat surged through you in waves. You gasped at the sensations flooding your senses--each brush of his lips felt like magic, igniting a trail of yearning that pulsed beneath your skin.

"Y/N," he murmured against your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "You’re everything I have ever wanted." His words held sincere weight, each syllable imbued with love and desire.

You felt a rush of warmth at his admission, and the vulnerability in his voice made your heart race. "And you’re everything I’ve ever wanted too, Neteyam," you breathed, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and his fingers lingered against your skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps.His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke again, "You know we’re not just two souls in this moment. We’re bound by our families, our duties…"

You nodded, feeling the weight of those responsibilities pressing down but somehow lighter in the warmth of his presence. "I know," you replied, your voice steady, "But right now, all I can think about is us."

Neteyam’s expression softened, and he leaned closer, so close that you could feel the cool air between you warm with a newfound intimacy. "Then let’s not waste this moment. Let’s make it ours."

With that, he kissed you again, his lips molding perfectly against yours, a fusion of need and tenderness that took your breath away. Every kiss was a promise, a declaration of the love that had flourished between you for so long but had just now bloomed into something tangible.

As he kissed you deeper, you could feel the world around you dissolve further—leaves rustled in the breeze, bioluminescent flowers pulsed gently with an ethereal glow, and the distant sounds of the forest transformed into a melodic backdrop for your moment. Everything felt alive, vibrant with the energy of your connection.

Neteyam’s hands trailed down your sides as he pressed his body closer, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth. You gasped softly as his fingers brushed over your skin, igniting sparks that traveled through you like lightning. His touch was both gentle and electrifying, as if he was crafting a masterful painting on the canvas of your body.

"Y/N," he breathed, looking down at you with eyes full of love and desire.

He captured your lips in another searing kiss, deepening the connection between you two. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you in this sacred space beneath the stars. As the kiss lingered, his hands found their way back to your waist, his fingers splaying possessively on your hips—a declaration that you were his and he was yours.

Time seemed to stand still as he trailed hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, every sensation sending waves of warmth radiating through you. You couldn't help but arch into him, inviting him closer as his lips traveled lower, igniting a fire within you that left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, pulling you closer as you something touch you below, a warmth that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. It was as if every nerve in your body was awakening to the sensations he was creating, each caress igniting a deeper yearning within you.

"Neteyam," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire. The world around you faded even further as he became your sole focus.

His breath caught at the sound of your voice, and he paused, looking up to meet your gaze. The intensity in his golden eyes reflected a swirling mix of emotions--passion, tenderness, and an unspoken question that hung heavy in the air between you.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice husky, filled with concern and longing. The weight of the moment pressed down on both of you, a delicate balance between desire and vulnerability.

You nodded slowly, feeling embers of courage ignite within your heart. "Yes," you breathed, the word coming out as a soft affirmation. "I want this… with you."

A flicker of relief washed over his face, and in that moment, all doubt dissipated like mist under the rising sun. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours once more--a teasing caress that set your pulse racing. Then, those lips moved lower, trailing kisses down your neck, igniting a fire that left you gasping for air.

You felt him starting to push into you below, and a rush of exhilaration mixed with nervousness surged through your veins.

With gentle care, he began to push deeper into you, the sensations overwhelming yet exhilarating. You surrendered to him completely, your body arching to meet his every movement. The world around you faded away--leaves whispered above as the stars twinkled like ancient spirits bearing witness to your union. Every rustle of the wind seemed to resonate with your heartbeats, a symphony composed just for the two of you.

Neteyam's touch was both tender and fervent, as if he were exploring uncharted territory with reverence and awe. He paused for a moment, his golden eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. In that brief silence, you felt the weight of the moment--a sacred bond forming in the stillness between breaths.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice low and filled with warmth and concern.

You nodded, your heart pounding in response to the sincerity in his gaze, "Yes," you breathed out.

With that affirmation, he pressed forward once more, moving with a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you let out a moan. Each connection felt electric, igniting a fire within that consumed all thoughts of the outside world. It was as if time itself had bent to your will, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. You could feel the energy between you intensifying, weaving a tapestry of love that intertwined every heartbeat.

Every movement he made was careful yet passionate, each thrust drawing you closer to a blissful edge. The way his body moved against yours sent shivers of pleasure radiating from where you connected. With every rhythmic push and pull, your breaths mingled in soft gasps and sighs that echoed through the night, punctuating the intimate silence of the forest around you.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice laced with desire and reverence. “You feel so perfect.” His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting flames of passion deep within your core.

The sensations built within you--each moment was a crescendo of bliss, and you felt yourself surrendering completely to the connection between your hearts and bodies. In those fleeting seconds, there was no world beyond this clearing, no responsibilities or expectations, just you and Neteyam, entwined in a dance of intimacy that felt like it had been destined for lifetimes. Each sigh, each moan exchanged was a testament to the bond you shared--a connection that transcended mere friendship and blossomed into something deeper, more profound.

As he moved with you in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your bodies aligned like the heartbeat of Pandora itself, synchronizing with the gentle sway of the trees overhead. The forest pulsed around you, a living entity that celebrated your union, highlighting the beauty of the moment with bioluminescent flowers illuminating the night.

"Together," Neteyam murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Always together." It was as if he was pouring his soul into each word, sealing promises that lingered in the air between your heated breaths.

"Always," you echoed back breathlessly, your heart soaring at the sincerity radiating from him.

As Neteyam's rhythm quickened, each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel the tension building within, a delicious pressure that urged you toward the precipice of ecstasy. The connection between you deepened with every shared breath, igniting a fire that burned brightly within the core of your being.

"Just like this," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours, his golden eyes filled with an intensity that made you shiver. "That's it."

You moaned, the sound reverberating through the clearing, echoing the raw intensity of your shared moment. Neteyam's gaze locked onto yours, fueling the fire that burned brightly between you as his movements grew more urgent, a dance choreographed by years of unspoken desire.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you felt yourself spiraling into a blissful abyss, every nerve ending igniting with each pulse of his body against yours. Time ceased to matter as your world narrowed down to this moment, the two of you intertwined beneath the soft glow of the bioluminescent flora. Your heart raced in tandem with his movements, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Y/N," he gasped, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss was desperate and fervent, a mingling of your breaths that felt like the very essence of life itself. You could feel him drawing from your shared energy, both of you wholly consumed by the intensity of your connection.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper as a wave of pleasure washed over you. It was as though Pandora herself was rejoicing in your union, the sounds of the forest--chirps and rustles--creating an ethereal symphony that played just for you, amplifying the sensations that coursed through your bodies.

The world around you dissolving into a mosaic of colors and sensations as waves of ecstasy crashed over you like a tidal wave. You felt every fiber of your being pulse with the intensity of the moment, a symphony of shared breath and whispered names echoing in the stillness of the forest.

Neteyam's golden eyes shone with a fierceness that mirrored the love swelling within you. His hands tightened around your waist, anchoring you to him as he poured every ounce of his soul into that singular moment. It felt as though time itself had stopped, allowing space for this union to take root in both your hearts—an undeniable connection that transcended words.

"Y/N," he murmured after the waves receded, his voice husky and laden with emotion. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, as if grounding himself in reality after the euphoria. "That was… everything."

You smiled softly, still catching your breath. "It was."

The forest glowed softly around you, the bioluminescent flora twinkling as if celebrating your union. You could feel the weight of the moment settling in, wrapping around you both like a warm embrace. Neteyam's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, grounding you in the aftermath of such intimate bliss.

"You mean everything to me," he said, his golden eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and tenderness. "I never want to let this go."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in, resting your forehead against his. "You won’t have to. We’re bound now--by our hearts, by our families… by everything we’ve shared."

He smiled, a slow, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. "I want to take care of you, Y/N. Always."

You looked back into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise wash over you like a comforting tide. "And I will stand by your side, through everything. You're my heart, Neteyam."

He nodded, a sense of understanding passing between you that needed no words. He caressed your cheek, leaning over to kiss you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter once more. The kiss was a gentle reminder of the bond you had forged, a promise sealed with the warmth of his lips against yours.

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Fallen Angel: Chapter 2 - The Shelby

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Chapter 1, Chapter 3

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader

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Viktoria's heart raced as she faced the Shelby brothers. She'd read about them, seen their faces in old photographs, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of their presence. Thomas Shelby's piercing blue eyes seemed to cut right through her, while Arthur's barely contained energy made her want to take a step back.

"I can explain," Viktoria started.

Thomas held up a hand, silencing her. "Ada," he said, his gaze never leaving Viktoria, "a word. Now."

Ada hesitated, glancing back at Viktoria with a reassuring smile before following her brothers into the hallway. Their hushed voices carried faintly into the room, and Viktoria strained to hear.

"...can't just bring strangers here, Ada..."

"...needs our help, Tom..."

"...could be a spy..."

Viktoria's heart raced as she tried to make out more of the conversation. She knew her situation was precarious--a stranger from the future, suddenly appearing in the midst of one of history's most notorious criminal families. She had to be careful.

The voices in the hallway grew louder, more heated. Suddenly, Thomas Shelby strode back into the room, his icy gaze fixed on Viktoria.

"Right then," he said, his voice low and controlled. "Let's hear it. Who are you really, and what are you doing here?"

Viktoria took a deep breath, weighing her options. The truth seemed impossible, but lying to Thomas Shelby seemed even more dangerous.

"My name is Viktoria Wilson," she began, her voice steadier than she felt. "And I… I'm from the future. The year 2019, to be exact."

Arthur barked out a laugh, but Thomas's expression remained unchanged, his piercing blue eyes studying Viktoria intently.

"The future," Thomas repeated, his voice flat. "And how, pray tell, did you manage that?"

Viktoria swallowed hard. "I don't know. I was in a cemetery in 2019, and I… I don't know, I sort of made a wish. To be far away. And then suddenly, I was here."

Arthur scoffed. "Tommy, you can't possibly believe this nonsense."

But Thomas held up a hand, silencing his brother. He took a step closer to Viktoria, his gaze never wavering. "Prove it," he said simply.

Viktoria's mind raced. How could she possibly prove she was from the future without changing history? She reached into her pocket, pulling out her smartphone. "This is a phone," she said.

Thomas's eyes narrowed as he examined the sleek device in Viktoria's hand. "That's no phone I've ever seen," he said, his voice laced with skepticism.

Viktoria pressed the power button, but the screen remained dark. "It's not working now, but in my time, these are everywhere. They're like… portable telephones and computers combined."

Arthur snorted. "Computers? What the bloody hell is that?"

Ada stepped forward. "Tommy, she's telling the truth."

Thomas took the phone from Viktoria's hand, turning it over in his own. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "If this is true," he said slowly, "then you know things. About the future. About what's to come."

Viktoria hesitated, acutely aware of the dangerous territory she was entering. "I… I do know some things," she admitted cautiously. "But I don't think I should tell you. It could change history."

Thomas's eyes narrowed. "Change history? Or change the future?"

"Both," Viktoria said firmly. "The things you do… they shape the world I come from. If I tell you what happens, you might make different choices. And then the future I know might never exist."

Arthur laughed incredulously. "Tommy, you can't be taking this seriously. She's clearly off her rocker."

But Thomas held up a hand, silencing his brother. He studied Viktoria intently, his piercing blue eyes seeming to look right through her. "You know who we are," he said. It wasn't a question.

Viktoria nodded slowly. "I do. The Shelby family. You're… you're famous in my time. Infamous, really."

Thomas's eyebrows raised slightly at that. "Infamous, eh? And what exactly are we infamous for?"

Viktoria hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "For being… clever businessmen. And for your influence in Birmingham and beyond."

A ghost of a smile played at Thomas's lips. "Clever businessmen. That's one way of putting it." He turned to Ada. "And you believe her story?"

Ada nodded firmly. "I do, Tommy. You should have seen her when we found her. She was completely lost, terrified. And look at her clothes, that strange device. She's not from here, that's for certain."

Thomas was silent for a long moment, his calculating gaze never leaving Viktoria's face. Finally, he nodded slowly.

"Alright," he said. "Let's say, for argument's sake, that I believe you. That you're truly from the future. What do you intend to do now?"

Viktoria felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed quickly by a surge of uncertainty. "I… I don't know," she admitted. "I need to find a way back to my own time, but I have no idea how to do that."

Thomas considered this, his brow furrowed in thought. "And in the meantime? You can't exactly wander around Birmingham dressed like that. People will ask questions."

"She can stay here," Ada interjected quickly. "I'll find her some proper clothes, help her blend in."

Arthur scoffed. "And what are we gonna tell Polly, John and Finn?"

Thomas shot Arthur a sharp look. "We'll tell them the truth. Or at least, enough of it."

Thomas turned back to Viktoria, his expression unreadable. "You'll stay with us, for now. But understand this--you're under our protection, which means you follow our rules. No wandering off, no talking to outsiders about who you are or where you're from. And most importantly, no meddling in our affairs."

Viktoria nodded quickly, relief flooding through her. "Of course. Thank you, Mr. Shelby."

"Tommy," he corrected, a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you're to be staying with us, you might as well use our names."

"Right. Tommy," Viktoria repeated, the name feeling strange on her tongue.

Ada stepped forward, linking her arm with Viktoria's. "Come on, let's find you something more suitable to wear. Can't have you walking around looking like you've stepped out of a moving picture."

Ada led Viktoria upstairs to her room, chattering excitedly about finding her some proper clothes. As they climbed the stairs, Viktoria could hear Thomas and Arthur's muffled voices from below, clearly still discussing her unexpected arrival.

Once in Ada's room, the other woman began rifling through her wardrobe. "You're about my size, I think," she mused, pulling out a deep green dress. "This should do nicely. And we'll need to do something about your hair…"

As Ada fussed over her, Viktoria's mind raced. She was grateful for the Shelbys' protection, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just stepped into the lion's den. These weren't the romanticized characters from the stories and shows she knew--they were real, dangerous people.

"Ada," Viktoria said hesitantly, "I appreciate your help, but… are you sure it's safe for me to stay here? Your brothers, they seem…"

Ada paused in her rummaging, turning to face Viktoria with a knowing smile. "Dangerous?" she finished. "They are. Make no mistake about that. But they're also fiercely loyal to family and those under their protection. And right now, that includes you."

Viktoria nodded, not entirely reassured. "It's just… I've read about them. About the things they've done."

Ada's expression softened. "The stories don't tell everything, you know. My brothers… they've done what they had to do to survive, to thrive in a world that would have crushed them otherwise." She paused, her eyes distant. "But they're not monsters, Viktoria. They're men, with all the complexities that entails."

Viktoria nodded slowly, processing Ada's words. She knew she'd have to be careful, to walk a fine line between gaining the Shelbys' trust and avoiding getting too entangled in their dangerous world.

As Ada helped her into the green dress, cinching the waist tightly, Viktoria's mind wandered to the problem of how to get back to her own time. She had no idea how she'd ended up here, let alone how to reverse it. And the longer she stayed, the more risk there was of her presence altering history in ways she couldn't predict.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Ada," came Tommy's voice, "a word."

Ada shot Viktoria an apologetic look before slipping out into the hallway. Viktoria strained to hear their hushed conversation, catching only snippets.

"… keep an eye on her…"

"…not a prisoner, Tommy…"

"…just being cautious…"

The door opened, and Ada re-entered, her expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. "Tommy wants to speak with you," she said to Viktoria. "Don't worry, I'll be right there with you."

Viktoria's heart raced as she followed Ada downstairs. Tommy was waiting in the parlor, a glass of whiskey in hand. His piercing blue eyes swept over Viktoria's new attire.

"Better," he said simply. "Now, sit down. We need to talk."

Viktoria perched nervously on the edge of a chair, Ada taking a seat beside her. Tommy remained standing, his gaze intense.

"I've been thinking about your… situation," he began. "And I have some questions. First, what exactly do you know about us? About our business, our plans?"

Viktoria hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I know you're involved in… various enterprises. Betting, protection, politics. But the details, the specifics--those aren't clear. History remembers the broad strokes, not necessarily the day-to-day."

Tommy nodded slowly, seeming to consider this. "And what of the future? What becomes of us, of Birmingham?"

Viktoria felt a chill run down her spine. This was dangerous territory. "Mr. Shelby--Tommy--I can't tell you that. Even if I wanted to, it could change everything. The future I know might never come to pass."

Tommy's eyes narrowed. "Or perhaps it ensures that it does." He took a step closer, his voice low and intense. "You say we're infamous in your time. That means we succeed, doesn't it?"

Viktoria swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Tommy's gaze. "Success is… relative," she said carefully. "And the future isn't set in stone. Anything I tell you could change the course of events."

Tommy studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, unexpectedly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Clever girl," he murmured. "You're right to be cautious. But make no mistake - I will find out what you know, one way or another."

Ada shot her brother a warning look. "Tommy, don't threaten her. She's under our protection, remember?"

Tommy held up a hand, placating. "Not a threat, Ada. Just a fact." He turned back to Viktoria. "Now, tell me--how do you intend to get back to your own time?"

Viktoria felt her throat tighten. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't exactly plan this trip. One moment I was in my time, the next I was here. I have no idea how to reverse it."

Tommy's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her face for any sign of deception. Finding none, he took a long sip of his whiskey before speaking again. "So you're stuck here, then. Indefinitely."

It wasn't a question, but Viktoria nodded anyway, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to hide their trembling. "Yes, I suppose I am."

Ada leaned forward, placing a comforting hand on Viktoria's arm. "We'll figure something out," she said softly. "In the meantime, you'll stay with us. Right, Tommy?"

Tommy remained silent for a moment, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. Finally, he gave a curt nod. "For now. Until she can find her way back."

The front door was heard opening and closing. Arthur stepped into the room, "They’re back."

Tommy looked at Victoria. "Time to meet the siblings and our aunt."

Viktoria's heart raced as she heard multiple footsteps approaching. She smoothed down her borrowed dress, suddenly acutely aware of how out of place she must look, despite Ada's efforts to help her blend in.

The door swung open, and three figures entered the room. A tall, wiry man with a mischievous glint in his eye, a little boy who couldn't have been more than 10 or 11, and an older woman with sharp features and an air of authority that seemed to command the room.

"Well, well," the woman said, her keen eyes immediately zeroing in on Viktoria. "What do we have here?"

Tommy stepped forward. "Pol, John, Finn--this is Viktoria. She'll be staying with us for a while."

The woman--Polly, Viktoria assumed - raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And why, pray tell, are we taking in strays?"

Tommy shot Polly a warning look. "She's not a stray, Pol. She's… a friend of Ada's. From out of town."

Polly's eyes narrowed, clearly not buying the explanation. "A friend of Ada's? And how exactly did you two meet?"

Ada jumped in quickly, "We met through a mutual acquaintance. Viktoria's new to Birmingham and needed a place to stay while she gets on her feet."

John, the wiry man, grinned and stepped forward, extending his hand to Viktoria. "Well, welcome to the family then. A beautiful friend of Ada is a friend of ours. I'm John. This little rascal here is Finn," he said, ruffling the young boy's hair.

Viktoria shook John's hand, trying to keep her nerves from showing. "Nice to meet you both," she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

Polly, however, was not so easily swayed. She circled Viktoria slowly, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. "And what exactly do you do, Viktoria? What brings you to Birmingham?"

Viktoria's mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible story. "I'm… a writer," she said, the lie coming to her suddenly. "I'm researching for a novel about life in industrial cities."

Polly's eyebrows raised slightly. "A writer? How interesting. And what kind of novels do you write?"

"Historical fiction," Viktoria replied, thinking quickly. "I try to capture the essence of different time periods, the way people lived and worked."

Tommy interjected smoothly, "Which is why she's staying with us. We're giving her an inside look at life in Small Heath."

Polly's eyes narrowed, darting between Tommy and Viktoria. "An inside look, eh? And how much of an 'inside look' are we giving her, exactly?"

"Only what's necessary, Pol," Tommy said firmly. "Nothing that compromises the family or the business."

Polly pursed her lips, clearly not entirely convinced. "Well then, 'writer,' I hope you find our humble abode…inspirational." Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

Viktoria swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "I'm sure I will. Thank you for your hospitality."

John clapped his hands together. "Right then! Now that introductions are out of the way, how about a drink to welcome our new guest?"

Tommy nodded. "Good idea, John. Viktoria, what's your poison?"

"Oh, um… whiskey, I suppose," Viktoria replied, trying to remember what people typically drank in this era.

Tommy's eyebrows raised slightly, but he nodded approvingly. "A woman after my own heart," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He poured her a glass and handed it over.

Viktoria took a small sip, trying not to grimace at the burn. She wasn't much of a whiskey drinker in her own time, but she knew she had to play the part.

As the family settled in, conversation flowed more freely. John regaled them with a story about a bar fight he'd gotten into the night before, while Finn listened with wide-eyed admiration. Ada chatted with Viktoria, asking her questions about her "writing" and her life before coming to Birmingham.

Polly, however, remained watchful, her sharp eyes never straying far from Viktoria. As the evening wore on, Viktoria could feel the weight of Polly's scrutiny, and she knew she'd have to be extra careful around the family matriarch.

As the clock struck ten, Tommy stood up. "Right, it's getting late. Ada, why don't you show Viktoria to the spare room?"

Ada nodded, rising to her feet. "Of course. Come on, Viktoria, I'll get you settled."

As Viktoria followed Ada out of the room, she could feel Polly's eyes boring into her back. She knew she hadn't fooled the older woman, not completely. But for now, at least, she had a place to stay.

Ada led her up the narrow stairs to a small but tidy room. "It's not much," Ada said apologetically, "but it should do for now."

Viktoria smiled gratefully. "It's perfect, thank you."As Ada turned to leave, Viktoria called out softly, "Ada? Thank you. For everything."

Ada paused in the doorway, her expression softening. "You're welcome. Try to get some rest. Tomorrow's likely to be… interesting."

With that, Ada closed the door, leaving Viktoria alone with her thoughts. She sank onto the narrow bed, her mind reeling from the events of the day. Just this morning, she had been in her own time, living her normal life. Now, she was trapped nearly a century in the past, surrounded by one of the most notorious criminal families in history.

Viktoria's hand drifted to her jacket resting on the bed. She diged into the pocket, where her useless smartphone sat. She pulled it out, staring at the dark screen. It was her only tangible connection to her own time, and now it was nothing more than a useless hunk of metal and glass. She sighed, tucking it back into her pocket. She couldn't risk anyone else seeing it.

As she lay back on the bed, Viktoria's mind raced with questions. How had she ended up here? More importantly, how was she going to get back? And what would happen if she couldn't?

The sound of muffled voices drifted up from downstairs. Viktoria strained to hear, catching snippets of conversation.

"…can't trust her, Tommy…"

"…know what you're doing…"

"…dangerous game…"

Viktoria's stomach churned. She knew she was walking a dangerous line. The Shelbys had taken her in, but their trust was fragile. One wrong move, one slip-up, and she could find herself in serious trouble.

She tossed and turned for hours, her mind unable to quiet. When she finally drifted off, her dreams were a chaotic mix of past and present--smartphones and horse-drawn carriages, skyscrapers and smoky factories.

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Fallen Angel: Chapter 1 - From 2019 To 1919?!

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Chapter 2

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader

Warning: Self harm

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Dear Diary,

It's been a year since I last wrote on you.

It's been a year since I lost my Dad, and now... with losing my job because the place closed down... I pretty much lost everything now.

Viktoria Wilson paused at her writing. She frowned sadly as she was trying to think of anything else to write.

She continued,

With no hope...

I did lose everything...

Viktoria stopped and closed her diary. She placed the diary in her bag and looked to her desk to see her and her parents' picture framed.

It will be over soon...

Viktoria left her house in the evening, and headed straight to the cemetery where her parents were buried.

It will be over soon...

She kept thinking those words over and over again as she stared at her parents' graves.

Viktoria looked up at the night sky as she took a deep breath. She snakingly opened her bag, and pulled out a pocket knife.

Viktoria moved the pocket knife to her wrist, and slowly cut her wrist to draw blood out.

Without knowing, there was a shooting star as she thought bitterly while closing her eyes.

I wish to be far away...

A moment of silence after, she felt a water drop, and frowned as she opened her eyes. It wasn't supposed to be raining tonight, she thought as the rain started.

She quickly got up, holding her bag tightly. She put the pocket knife in her bag as she glanced to the graves, but paused.

There were no graves around.

What the hell? she thought to herself and spinned around the empty area. She walked away quickly from the area and looked around in panic at the unfamiliar place.

What is happening?!

Viktoria pulled out her phone and tried to turn it on but it wouldn't.

What the fuck is happening?! she thought.

"You alright, love?" Viktoria jumped in surprise at a male British voice behind her and turned to see a couple in old fashion clothes walking closer holding umbrellas.

"I, uh..." she trailed off as she looked at their clothes in confusion, "I think, I got lost?"

"Well, it's alright, where do you need to go?" the woman asked, despite her kind and gentle voice, she looked at her up and down at her own strange clothes.

Viktoria looked down at herself with a frown and pulled her jacket closer to her body, "Where am I?" she asked instead, "What City?"

"Birmingham," the woman answered.

Viktoria stared at them in shock and confusion. "I'm sorry?" she asked. It can't be, it looks completely different place! she thought.

"You're at Birmingham," the woman repeated, "I supposed you got off the wrong city by the looks of it."

"No, I..." Viktoria trailed off in panic and looked around again in complete confusion. "I can't--it can't be, it doesn't look the same." She looked back at the couple, looking at their strange clothes again.

"You alright?" the woman asked, frowning a little with concern while the man was looking at her cautiously.

"Not really," Viktoria admitted.

"Have you ran away from an asylum?" the man suddenly asked, tilting his head and both women turned to him in shock.

"I'm sorry?" Viktoria asked in surprise as the other woman hit him on the chest.

"Why would you ask something like that?"

"She's freaking out, and she is wearing strange clothes," the man said, "I felt like I should ask if she broke out."

"No, I did not break out from an asylum," Viktoria answered and paused for a moment, "But, I supposed I did get lost..."

The man shrugged, "Then, I can take you to the police to help you."

The woman scoffed, "Seriously, Freddie?" she gave him a look and Viktoria frowned at her voice. "The Police? They won't lift a bloody finger."

"Well, what do you want to do? Ask your brothers for help?"

"I can do that," the woman said, "At least they can keep their word." Freddie stared at her, and it seemed like they were having a silent conversion. The woman rolled her eyes at him. "We can't just leave her by herself like that, she's lost! She's alone--a woman shouldn't be walking alone in night, you know that!"

"Look, I--I'm sure I'll find my way, so... I should probably--I should be off," Viktoria told them and walked past them to find her way home.

"Wait," the woman said, and Viktoria turned to her and Freddie. The woman looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Freddie seemed to understand what she wanted and he raised his eyebrows, "We can't go together, remember? People can't see us both together, that's why we're meeting here."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Do as you please." She walked past him to Viktoria and smiled lightly. "Hon, where're do you need to go?"

"I, uh, I just want to go home," Viktoria answered.

Freddie noticed in her hand something he didn't recognized, "What's that?"

Viktoria followed his gaze to her hand and held up her phone, raising an eyebrow, "This?" Freddie nodded. Viktoria frowned, "It's a phone..."

"A phone?" Freddie repeated as he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes... you don't have phones?" Viktoria asked in confusion as she glanced back at their clothes again. "Everyone has phones in 2019."

The couple exchanged a bewildered look. The woman's eyes widened as she stared at Viktoria.

"Did you say… 2019?" she asked hesitantly.

Viktoria nodded slowly, a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Yes, it's 2019. Isn't it?"

Freddie shook his head, his brow furrowed. "No, love. It's 1919."

Viktoria felt the blood drain from her face. Her legs wobbled, and she stumbled backward. The woman quickly reached out to steady her.

"That's impossible," Viktoria whispered, her voice trembling. "It can't be 1919. That's… that's a hundred years ago."

The woman guided Viktoria to a nearby bench, helping her sit down. "What's your name, dear?"

"Viktoria," she replied, her voice barely audible. "Viktoria Wilson."The woman sat beside her, concern etched on her face. "I'm Ada. Ada Shelby. And this is Freddie Thorne."

Viktoria's eyes widened in recognition. She'd heard those names before, in history books and old newspapers. The Shelby family, the infamous gang from Birmingham. And Freddie Thorne, the communist agitator.

It was all starting to feel terrifyingly real.

"This can't be happening," Viktoria muttered, more to herself than to Ada and Freddie. She looked down at her wrist, where the cut she'd made was still fresh, though the bleeding had slowed. "I was just… I was in the cemetery. In 2019. And now…"

Ada noticed the cut on Viktoria's wrist and gasped softly. "Oh, love," she said gently, taking Viktoria's hand and examining the wound. "We need to get this cleaned up."

Viktoria pulled her hand back, her mind reeling. "No, you don't understand. I need to get back. This isn't real. It can't be."

Freddie stepped closer, his expression a mix of concern and suspicion. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but you're clearly not well. Let us help you."

Viktoria stood up abruptly, swaying slightly. "No, I… I need to go. I need to figure this out."

She turned to leave, but Ada caught her arm. "Wait! You can't just wander off like this. It's not safe, especially not for a woman alone at night."

Viktoria hesitated, torn between her instinct to flee and the realization that she had nowhere to go in this unfamiliar time and place. She looked at Ada's concerned face and felt a flicker of hope.

"Okay," Viktoria said softly, her shoulders sagging. "I… I don't know what to do."

Ada squeezed her arm gently. "Come with me. We'll get you cleaned up and figure this out."

Freddie cleared his throat. "Ada, are you sure about this? We don't know who she is or where she's come from."

Ada shot him a sharp look. "I'm not leaving her out here alone, Freddie. She needs help."

Viktoria glanced between them, suddenly aware of the tension. "I don't want to cause any trouble. Maybe I should just…"

"Nonsense," Ada interrupted, linking her arm through Viktoria's. "You're coming with me. Freddie, you should go. We can't be seen together, remember?"

Freddie hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Be careful, Ada. And you," he said, turning to Viktoria, "Don't do anything to harm her, understand?"

Viktoria nodded numbly, still trying to process everything that was happening. Ada led her away from the cemetery, through the dark and unfamiliar streets of 1919 Birmingham. The cobblestones were slick with rain, and the gas lamps cast eerie shadows as they walked.

"My aunt's house isn't far," Ada said softly. "We'll get you cleaned up and then figure out what to do next."

Viktoria stumbled along beside her, her mind racing. How had this happened? Was she dreaming? Had she somehow traveled through time? It all seemed impossible, and yet here she was, walking through a world that seemed to have stepped out of a history book.

As they walked, Viktoria couldn't help but stare at the unfamiliar sights around her. Horse-drawn carriages clattered past on the cobblestone streets. Men in flat caps and women in long skirts hurried by, giving her strange looks as they passed. The air was thick with coal smoke, and the buildings looked worn and weathered in a way she'd never seen before.

"Here we are," Ada said, pulling Viktoria from her thoughts. They stood before a modest brick house, its windows dark.

Ada produced a key and ushered Viktoria inside. The interior was dimly lit by gas lamps, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Viktoria felt as if she'd stepped onto a movie set, everything around her seeming both familiar and utterly foreign.

"Sit down," Ada instructed, gesturing to a worn armchair in the corner of the small living room. Viktoria sank into it, her legs feeling weak and unsteady.

Ada bustled about, lighting more lamps and gathering supplies. She returned with a basin of water, clean cloth, and what looked like a bottle of whiskey.

"Let's take care of that cut, shall we?" Ada said gently, kneeling beside Viktoria.

Viktoria winced as Ada cleaned the wound with the whiskey, the sting bringing her back to the present moment--or rather, the past.

"I know you must be confused and frightened," Ada said as she worked. "But I promise, we'll figure this out together."

Viktoria nodded numbly, watching as Ada bandaged her wrist with practiced ease. "Thank you," she murmured.

Ada sat back on her heels, studying Viktoria with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Now," Ada said softly, "why don't you tell me exactly what happened? How did you end up here, in Birmingham, thinking it was 2019?"

Viktoria took a deep breath, her mind racing. How could she possibly explain this without sounding completely insane? But as she looked into Ada's kind eyes, she felt a sudden urge to confide in this woman from the past.

"I… I was in the cemetery," Viktoria began hesitantly. "In 2019. I'd lost my parents, my job… everything. I felt like I had nothing left to live for." She glanced down at her bandaged wrist, shame and regret washing over her. "I was trying to… end it all. I just... I just wished to be far away, and suddenly… I was here."

Ada listened intently, her expression a mix of sympathy and disbelief. When Viktoria finished speaking, Ada reached out and gently squeezed her hand.

"I don't pretend to understand how this is possible," Ada said softly, "but I believe you. There's something… different about you. Your clothes, that strange device you called a phone. You're clearly not from here."

Viktoria felt a wave of relief wash over her. "You believe me? You don't think I'm crazy?"

Ada smiled wryly. "Oh, I think this whole situation is mad. But I've seen enough strange things in my life not to dismiss the impossible outright."

She stood up and paced the small room, her brow furrowed in thought. "The question is, what do we do now? We need to figure out how to get you back to your own time."

They heard the front door opening and closing, followed by a couple of voices. Ada froze, her eyes widening. "Oh no," she whispered. "That'll be my brothers. Quick, we need to--"

But before she could finish, two men walked into the room. They stopped short at the sight of Viktoria, their expressions a mix of surprise and suspicion.

"Ada," the taller of the two said, his voice low and dangerous. "Who's this?"

Ada stepped between Viktoria and the men, her chin raised defiantly. "This is Viktoria. She's… a friend who needs our help."

The shorter man, his cap pulled low over his eyes, snorted. "A friend? In those clothes? Pull the other one, Ada."

Viktoria stood up, offended yet she recognized these men from the history books--Thomas and Arthur Shelby, the notorious gangsters of Small Heath.

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Whispers of Trust and Desire

Summary: You are Queen Alicent's most trusted person who she can confide in.

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Pairing: Alicent Hightower x female reader

You smoothed Queen Alicent's emerald silk gown as she paced before the hearth in her chambers, her brow furrowed in worry. The flames cast flickering shadows across her face, accentuating the lines that had appeared there in recent years.

"My Queen," you said softly, "Perhaps you should rest. The hour grows late."

She waved a dismissive hand, "How can I rest, when my son's future hangs in the balance? That scheming viper Rhaenyra grows bolder by the day."

You bit your lip, choosing your words carefully, "The king still favors Prince Aegon. Surely he would not pass over his own son for the throne."

Alicent's green eyes flashed, "You underestimate her cunning. She has half the court wrapped around her finger already." She sank into a chair, her shoulders slumping with the weight of her worries. You moved behind her, gently massaging her tense shoulders.

"My Queen, you are not without allies," you reminded her softly. "The Hightowers stand with you, as do many other great houses."

Alicent reached up to pat your hand, a rare gesture of affection. "You're right, of course. But I fear it may not be enough." She sighed deeply, her gaze distant. "Sometimes I wonder if I should have never come to this cursed place."

You knelt beside her chair, taking her hand in yours. "Do not say such things, Your Grace. You were meant to be queen. And your son will be king, I'm certain of it."

A small smile tugged at Alicent's lips. "I'm glad I have you here with me."

You squeezed her hand gently, honored by her trust. "I will always be here for you, my Queen."

Alicent's eyes softened as she gazed at you, her fingers intertwining with yours. For a moment, the weight of the crown seemed to lift from her shoulders. She leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

"If only everyone were as loyal as you," she murmured. "In this nest of vipers, you are my one true confidant."

Your heart raced at her proximity, the scent of her jasmine perfume intoxicating. "My loyalty is yours alone, Your Grace," you breathed.

The queen's free hand cupped your cheek, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "I know," she said, her emerald eyes searching yours. "And it means more to me than you could ever know."

For a heartbeat, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Alicent, her warmth, her vulnerability laid bare before you. The tension between you crackled like the fire in the hearth.

Slowly, hesitantly, Alicent leaned forward, her lips brushing yours in the softest of kisses. Your breath caught in your throat as you returned the kiss, years of unspoken longing pouring out in that tender moment.

When you finally parted, Alicent rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed. "We shouldn't," she whispered, but made no move to pull away.

"No one need ever know, my Queen," you replied softly, your thumb caressing her cheek. "Let me be your solace in this storm."

Alicent's eyes fluttered open, vulnerability and desire warring in their depths. "You already are," she admitted. "More than I should allow."

You stood, gently pulling her to her feet. "Then let me be more," you murmured, drawing her closer. "Let me ease your burdens, if only for tonight."

Alicent hesitated for a moment, years of royal propriety warring with her heart's desires. But as she gazed into your eyes, her resolve crumbled. With a soft sigh, she melted into your embrace.

Your lips met again, this time with rising passion. Your hands roamed over the silk of her gown as hers tangled in your hair. For once, she was not Queen Alicent Hightower, burdened by the weight of the realm. She was simply Alicent, a woman in the arms of her beloved.

As you slowly unlaced her gown, peppering kisses along her neck, Alicent whispered, "We must be discreet. If anyone were to discover…"

"Hush, my love," you murmured against her skin. "No one will disturb us here."

You gently guided Alicent towards the ornate bed, your hands caressing her curves as her gown pooled at her feet. She trembled slightly, whether from nerves or anticipation you couldn't tell. You paused, searching her eyes.

"Are you certain, Your Grace?" you asked softly. "We need not go further if--"

Alicent silenced you with a passionate kiss, her fingers working at the laces of your own gown. "I have never been more certain of anything," she breathed. "I need you, my darling. I need this."

As you lowered her onto the silken sheets, all thoughts of politics and schemes faded away. There was only Alicent's soft skin beneath your fingertips, her quiet gasps of pleasure, the way she arched into your touch. You worshipped every inch of her, savoring the taste of her skin, the curve of her hips, the softness of her breasts.

You lavished gentle kisses along Alicent's collarbone and down her chest, relishing her quiet sighs of pleasure. Your hands caressed her sides, tracing the curves of her body with reverent touches. Alicent's fingers tangled in your hair, urging you lower.

"Please," she breathed, her emerald eyes dark with desire.

You obliged, trailing kisses down her stomach and along her inner thighs.

Alicent's breathy moans filled the chamber as you lavished attention on her most sensitive areas. Your tongue traced delicate patterns, building her pleasure slowly but steadily. Her fingers tangled in your hair, urging you on as her hips rocked against your mouth.

"Oh Gods," she gasped, her back arching off the bed. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

You redoubled your efforts, determined to bring your queen to the heights of ecstasy. When you slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just so, Alicent cried out, her thighs trembling around your head. You gentled your touch, easing her through the aftershocks of her climax.

As her breathing slowed, you kissed your way back up her body. Alicent pulled you close, claiming your lips in a deep, languid kiss. When you parted, her eyes shone with affection and lingering desire.

"That was…" she trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.

You smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her flushed face. "You are exquisite, my Queen."

Alicent's hand trailed down your side, her touch igniting sparks beneath your skin. "And you," she murmured, "are a wonder. Let me return the favor."

With surprising strength, she flipped you onto your back, hovering over you with a mischievous glint in her eye. As her lips found your neck and her hands explored your body, you surrendered yourself to her touch, all thoughts of duty and propriety forgotten in the haze of passion.

Later, as you lay tangled together in the afterglow, Alicent traced idle patterns on your skin. Her eyes shone with affection and contentment. She caressed your cheek, a soft smile playing at her lips. "I never knew it could be like this."

You kissed her palm tenderly. "You deserve all the pleasure in the world, my queen."

Alicent's smile turned mischievous. "And what of your pleasure?" Her hand trailed down your body, igniting sparks wherever she touched. "I may be inexperienced in these matters, but I am a quick study."

You gasped as her fingers found your center, already slick with arousal. "Alicent," you breathed, as she began to explore your most intimate areas.

"Guide me," she whispered, her touch tentative but eager to learn. "Show me how to please you."

You covered her hand with your own, guiding her movements. "Like this," you murmured, showing her how to circle and stroke. Alicent was an attentive student, her emerald eyes watching your face intently for signs of pleasure.

As her confidence grew, so did your arousal. You arched into her touch, soft moans escaping your lips. Alicent's free hand caressed your breast, her thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

"Is this good?" she asked, her voice husky with renewed desire.

"Yes," you gasped. "Oh yes, don't stop."

Emboldened by your response, Alicent lowered her head to your breast, her tongue swirling around your nipple as her fingers continued their ministrations below. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure coursing through you.

Your hips rocked against her hand, chasing your release. Alicent increased her pace, her fingers moving in tight circles as her mouth lavished attention on your breasts. The coil of tension within you wound tighter and tighter until finally, with a cry of ecstasy, you shattered.

Alicent eased you through your climax, her touch gentling as the aftershocks rippled through you. When you finally stilled, she pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

"Was that… adequate?" she asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

You laughed breathlessly, pulling her close. "My queen, that was far beyond adequate. You are a natural."

A pleased smile spread across Alicent's face. "Perhaps we should practice more, to perfect my technique?"

"I am at your service, Your Grace," you murmured, nuzzling her neck. "Always."

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Blood of my Blood

After witnessing the Queen slapping her brother one evening, Rhaenyra decided to not let her hateful relationship with Alicent stop her any longer from getting close to her half siblings.

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After putting her baby boy, Joffrey to sleep, Rhaenyra turned to the doors of her chambers to see her two boys Jace and Luke peering inside.

"Mother?" Luke asked. "Come in, sweet boys," Rhaenyra said in a soft tone, "Your brother is now sleeping, so we must speak a little quieter, alright?"

They nodded and approached the Heir. Rhaenyra frowned a little as she noticed her boys' concern expressions. "What is it, my lovelies?" she asked as she knelt down in front of them, gently placing her hands on their arms.

"Can you please come with us and check on our Aunt and Uncles?" Jace asked, "I mean, you don't have to, but... we hope you can."

Rhaenyra frowned, "Why do you want to check on them?"

"Jace and I were playing with them, and the Queen yelled at all of us," Luke said, looking upset by the memory. Rhaenyra tried to stay calm outside but inside she was boiling with rage for the Queen to yell at her boys and her siblings just because they were playing together. "We even got Helaena to play with us, but then Jace and I ran out to get you."

"Can you please do something?" Jace asked. "Please mother, tell the Queen we won't play with them, so she doesn't need to harm them."

Rhaenyra froze by those words. Does the Queen hurt them? She thought back to all those time she walked past them, she didn't look enough to see if the Queen had harmed them in any way, but every time she was close enough, the Queen was there to step in between them, or they will glance at her with fear as if she could harm them as well.

Rhaenyra looked at her boys and stood up, "Let us go."

Her boys quickly led her to Aegon's chambers, and she froze when she saw Ser Criston Cole looking at the doors, his body was tensed, looking as if he wanted to go inside to stop whatever was happening.

Rhaenyra quickly walked closer, and her former knight looked over at her, his worried expression changed to natural, but the Heir didn't pay attention to him after she reached to the doors. She opened them quickly and stepped in with her sons as she heard the Queen yelling at her children,

"Have you lost your minds?! She will kill you all!"

Slap!

Rhaenyra froze when she saw Alicent had landed a hard slap across Aegon's face. "What is the meaning of this?!" the Heir asked loudly. The Queen and the children all turned to her, but her eyes were glaring at Alicent.

Sister, Aegon wanted to say but kept quiet, not wanting to anger his mother anymore at the moment but there was a flicker of relief in his eyes when he saw her.

"It is not of your concern, Princess," Alicent said in a calm tone. Rhaenyra ignored her at the moment and her eyes flickered between her siblings.

Little Daeron, only eight, was holding into Aemond's arm tightly as in hope he would protect him for harm, while Aemond was standing in front of him and Helaena, as if shielding them for their mother.

Rhaenyra's eyes flickered back to the Queen. "Jace, Luke, please take your aunt and uncles to chambers," she said in a kind tone but her eyes were anything but kind, as she glared at the woman who was once upon a time her closes friend.

"My daughter and sons will be going to their chambers, thank you," Alicent said, her eyes looked at her children in disbelief when they attempted to flee with the Heir's sons.

"No."

The Queen looked at Rhaenyra when she spoke.

"I am the Queen," Alicent said. "And I am the Heir," Rhaenyra said as she stepped closer, "I am a Targaryen by blood, you are nothing." Alicent stepped back as if she got slapped. "You gave birth to my siblings, but they are Targaryen. They are blood of my blood, and you will never lay a hand on any of them ever again!"

Alicent's teary eyes glared at her, but the Princess didn't care, and she definitely wasn't intimidated. "Do not attempt me, if you will indeed lay a hand on them, I shall make you regret that," Rhaenyra warned. She turned to her siblings who stared at her in surprise. Her eyes soften, "Let's go."

Jace and Luke took the lead and led the siblings to the family chambers. Rhaenyra turned to her siblings, "We will be having dinner soon, would you all like to join us?"

"Yes!" Jace said quickly as he looked at his uncles and aunt, "Please."

Aemond, Daeron and Helaena looked at Aegon to hear his answer. The eldest between them glanced at them and then looked at his older sister, who's eyes were soft, and a small soft smile was placed on her lips.

"If it's alright," he said softly. Rhaenyra's smile widened a little more and she nodded. She looked at her sons, "Tell your father my siblings will be joining us, and make sure there are extra plates."

"All right," Jace said happily, and he and Luke ran away. Rhaenyra turned back to her siblings who were tensed. She tilted her head and stepped forward. She noticed the handprint on Aegon's cheek and gently placed her hand on his cheek, and he flinched before he stood in place.

Rhaenyra's eyes soften more, and she lowered her hand to her side. "Are you all right?" she asked softly, her eyes flickered between them all.

Aemond nodded slightly, holding Daeron's hand tightly in his. "Yes."

Rhaenyra nodded and looked back at Aegon, waiting for his own answer. He let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding and nodded, "I am now," he muttered.

Rhaenyra nodded again.

"Will you kill us?"

Rhaenyra, Aegon, Helaena and Aemond glanced down at little Daeron, who was still holding into his big brother's hand, afraid to let it go and be taken away.

Rhaenyra was stunned by the question, and moved closer to her youngest brother. She knelt down and placed her hand gently on his tensed arm, "Of course not," she said, but Daeron still seemed a bit hesitated. "Who told you such a lie?"

"Mother," Daeron admitted, and Rhaenyra was again stunned. "She and Grandsire said that when you become Queen, you will put our heads on sword."

Rhaenyra couldn't form a word after this.

Alicent and Otto thought she will kill her siblings--her blood--the moment their father will pass.

How dare they?

How dare they put such lies into her siblings' minds? How dare they harm her siblings? Make them fear her? Push them away from her?"

Rhaenyra swallowed, her throat was tight, and she blinked the tears that were threatening to fall.

Rhaenyra let out a soft and shaky breath and took Daeron's and Aemond's hands in hers and looked at all of her siblings.

"I will never harm you. None of you."

Her eyes moved back to Daeron and she brushed her hand on his little cheek.

"You are safe with me. Always."

She saw her siblings' shoulders finally relaxed and she felt a pang in her chest from how tensed they were all around her.

Suddenly, Daeron, hesitantly, took one step forward and threw his arms around Rhaenyra, as if afraid he overstepped. But, their older sister immediately embraced him tightly, and his body relaxed.

Helaena looked relief, muttering to herself, "I won't fall any longer."

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Blood of my Blood

After witnessing the Queen slapping her brother one evening, Rhaenyra decided to not let her hateful relationship with Alicent stop her any longer from getting close to her half siblings.

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After putting her baby boy, Joffrey to sleep, Rhaenyra turned to the doors of her chambers to see her two boys Jace and Luke peering inside.

"Mother?" Luke asked. "Come in, sweet boys," Rhaenyra said in a soft tone, "Your brother is now sleeping, so we must speak a little quieter, alright?"

They nodded and approached the Heir. Rhaenyra frowned a little as she noticed her boys' concern expressions. "What is it, my lovelies?" she asked as she knelt down in front of them, gently placing her hands on their arms.

"Can you please come with us and check on our Aunt and Uncles?" Jace asked, "I mean, you don't have to, but... we hope you can."

Rhaenyra frowned, "Why do you want to check on them?"

"Jace and I were playing with them, and the Queen yelled at all of us," Luke said, looking upset by the memory. Rhaenyra tried to stay calm outside but inside she was boiling with rage for the Queen to yell at her boys and her siblings just because they were playing together. "We even got Helaena to play with us, but then Jace and I ran out to get you."

"Can you please do something?" Jace asked. "Please mother, tell the Queen we won't play with them, so she doesn't need to harm them."

Rhaenyra froze by those words. Does the Queen hurt them? She thought back to all those time she walked past them, she didn't look enough to see if the Queen had harmed them in any way, but every time she was close enough, the Queen was there to step in between them, or they will glance at her with fear as if she could harm them as well.

Rhaenyra looked at her boys and stood up, "Let us go."

Her boys quickly led her to Aegon's chambers, and she froze when she saw Ser Criston Cole looking at the doors, his body was tensed, looking as if he wanted to go inside to stop whatever was happening.

Rhaenyra quickly walked closer, and her former knight looked over at her, his worried expression changed to natural, but the Heir didn't pay attention to him after she reached to the doors. She opened them quickly and stepped in with her sons as she heard the Queen yelling at her children,

"Have you lost your minds?! She will kill you all!"

Slap!

Rhaenyra froze when she saw Alicent had landed a hard slap across Aegon's face. "What is the meaning of this?!" the Heir asked loudly. The Queen and the children all turned to her, but her eyes were glaring at Alicent.

Sister, Aegon wanted to say but kept quiet, not wanting to anger his mother anymore at the moment but there was a flicker of relief in his eyes when he saw her.

"It is not of your concern, Princess," Alicent said in a calm tone. Rhaenyra ignored her at the moment and her eyes flickered between her siblings.

Little Daeron, only eight, was holding into Aemond's arm tightly as in hope he would protect him for harm, while Aemond was standing in front of him and Helaena, as if shielding them for their mother.

Rhaenyra's eyes flickered back to the Queen. "Jace, Luke, please take your aunt and uncles to chambers," she said in a kind tone but her eyes were anything but kind, as she glared at the woman who was once upon a time her closes friend.

"My daughter and sons will be going to their chambers, thank you," Alicent said, her eyes looked at her children in disbelief when they attempted to flee with the Heir's sons.

"No."

The Queen looked at Rhaenyra when she spoke.

"I am the Queen," Alicent said. "And I am the Heir," Rhaenyra said as she stepped closer, "I am a Targaryen by blood, you are nothing." Alicent stepped back as if she got slapped. "You gave birth to my siblings, but they are Targaryen. They are blood of my blood, and you will never lay a hand on any of them ever again!"

Alicent's teary eyes glared at her, but the Princess didn't care, and she definitely wasn't intimidated. "Do not attempt me, if you will indeed lay a hand on them, I shall make you regret that," Rhaenyra warned. She turned to her siblings who stared at her in surprise. Her eyes soften, "Let's go."

Jace and Luke took the lead and led the siblings to the family chambers. Rhaenyra turned to her siblings, "We will be having dinner soon, would you all like to join us?"

"Yes!" Jace said quickly as he looked at his uncles and aunt, "Please."

Aemond, Daeron and Helaena looked at Aegon to hear his answer. The eldest between them glanced at them and then looked at his older sister, who's eyes were soft, and a small soft smile was placed on her lips.

"If it's alright," he said softly. Rhaenyra's smile widened a little more and she nodded. She looked at her sons, "Tell your father my siblings will be joining us, and make sure there are extra plates."

"All right," Jace said happily, and he and Luke ran away. Rhaenyra turned back to her siblings who were tensed. She tilted her head and stepped forward. She noticed the handprint on Aegon's cheek and gently placed her hand on his cheek, and he flinched before he stood in place.

Rhaenyra's eyes soften more, and she lowered her hand to her side. "Are you all right?" she asked softly, her eyes flickered between them all.

Aemond nodded slightly, holding Daeron's hand tightly in his. "Yes."

Rhaenyra nodded and looked back at Aegon, waiting for his own answer. He let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding and nodded, "I am now," he muttered.

Rhaenyra nodded again.

"Will you kill us?"

Rhaenyra, Aegon, Helaena and Aemond glanced down at little Daeron, who was still holding into his big brother's hand, afraid to let it go and be taken away.

Rhaenyra was stunned by the question, and moved closer to her youngest brother. She knelt down and placed her hand gently on his tensed arm, "Of course not," she said, but Daeron still seemed a bit hesitated. "Who told you such a lie?"

"Mother," Daeron admitted, and Rhaenyra was again stunned. "She and Grandsire said that when you become Queen, you will put our heads on sword."

Rhaenyra couldn't form a word after this.

Alicent and Otto thought she will kill her siblings--her blood--the moment their father will pass.

How dare they?

How dare they put such lies into her siblings' minds? How dare they harm her siblings? Make them fear her? Push them away from her?"

Rhaenyra swallowed, her throat was tight, and she blinked the tears that were threatening to fall.

Rhaenyra let out a soft and shaky breath and took Daeron's and Aemond's hands in hers and looked at all of her siblings.

"I will never harm you. None of you."

Her eyes moved back to Daeron and she brushed her hand on his little cheek.

"You are safe with me. Always."

She saw her siblings' shoulders finally relaxed and she felt a pang in her chest from how tensed they were all around her.

Suddenly, Daeron, hesitantly, took one step forward and threw his arms around Rhaenyra, as if afraid he overstepped. But, their older sister immediately embraced him tightly, and his body relaxed.

Helaena looked relief, muttering to herself, "I won't fall any longer."

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alicent + protecting her children HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022–)

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