#⋆. 𐙚 ˚grace speaks

[dear-starshine]

girl are you delusional or are you liz buxbaum?

[propheticbride]

Doing It All For Love

𐙚 Reeling after her meeting with Rhaenyra in the sept, she takes advantage of the one thing that reminds her most of her true love; you. Even if you are Aegon’s wife, Rhaenyra’s only daughter and technically, her step-granddaughter.

𐙚 Alicent x Rhaenyra's Daughter!Reader (tw: step-incest, age gap; alicent is reader's step-grandmother and 38/reader is 20, manipulation, slight dub-con)

AN: i am still writing lamb to slaughter i am just rlly turned on by alicent being manipulative and being in power <3 reader is of age, no i am not doing the math

Alicent can't breathe. The power, her very control on matters is slipping. Aegon is lost, Aemond a violent monster. Helaena lost to her grief. Matters possibly be any worse. Of course they could. They always can.

She had told Rhaenyra to her face that war was due, that it was inevitable. Alicent knew the succession had not been changed, that Viserys did not change his mind.

But was Alicent to blame for wanting power of her own? To have developed a taste for it since it was first forced down her throat? Was it so bad of her? Her father had drilled in her so hard Aegon’s claim that had to be what she truly wanted. Why else would she forcibly usurp the only person that has ever loved her.

But it was far too late. All of it set in place. The board was set. Time to play the game before them. But she couldn't deny her feelings. Noy truly. She was angry. Angry at her father, angry at her king, at Aegon.

“Your grace?” you call softly.

Alicent half smiles, but it isn't sincere. She isn't the queen anymore, you are. She foolishly thought if she rushed and married you to a newly crowned Aegon that Rhaenyra would bend. She didn't know Daemon would simply declare war for his better half as you were now considered a 'hostage’ in the capital.

“You are the queen. You can call me Alicent, or mother…” Alicent walks towards you, and allows her hand to reach your face. “...or grandmother.”

“You're so young to be a grandmother.” you assure her.

“You think I look young?” Alicent feeds off your validation, so eager to please. You don't know if it's sincere or a survival tactic but she doesn't care, it turns her on all the same. “You’re such a dove, aren't you? Flaunting about the keep as you please. So insistent on making me and your betters happy.”

“I just want to please you all so you don't take my head.” you admit rashly.

“Take your head?” she cocks hers. “Why would we?”

“Because my mother is…my mother is a traitor and so is my father. I have traitor’s blood.” you say softly.

“You have the blood of the dragon and you share Aegon’s blood. Not all is treacherous.” Alicent tries to calm you, even though the words affirm what you fear people say about you is true. You are the blood of a whore, a traitor. And the worst is you are no bastard, but the daughter of an even worse fate, Daemon Targaryen.

“I wish to be a good queen to you, to Aegon and them.” Alicent reaches to hold your hand and pulls you closer. You gaze up at her.

“You are a good queen. Probably more loved than I.” Alicent’s voice is calming, but not to be sweet or kind or caring. No. She wants you in a false state of comfort.

The more Alicent looks at you, studies your face. The more you look like Rhaenyra. She could see why the court confused you two at times. You didn't have a shred of Daemon in your face, she thanks the gods for that. But you have her former friend’s face. The friend she so desperately clung to as a child. The one who turned her back on her. And now her daughter was clinging to her.

Alicent leans in and kisses you, it’s gentle and she can physically feel you react to it.

You immediately pull back, “Your grace-”

“I am not the queen, you stupid girl.” she grabs your hands firmer, her nails digging into you. “You took that position, usurped it from me.”

“As you have usurped my mother.” you speak back, matching her cold tone. As soon as the words leave you, you regret it.

“I am so sorry, have I hurt you?” she asks as she brings your hands to her face to inspect. Her tone changes to soft again, as she watches blood pool around the moons her nails left in your skin.

“I want to go home!” you admit, tears streaming your face. “I want my mother.”

“I wanted your mother too once. She was my…friend. But she has turned her back on me, on you.” Alicent kisses your hands gently.

“You lie.”

“Do I sweetling? Where is your mother? If I had heard my daughter had married my enemy I’d swarm the palace with my dragon and burn it to ash. But she has not yet even made a move and it has been weeks.” she shakes her head at you, almost mocking you for being so naive.

Alicent holds your head, and leans in to kiss you again, this time more roughly. You don't react, you let it happen. Alicent controls it, every movement she has the power and orchestrates it. And you're so stupid, naive and powerless, you let her.

“What would Aegon say?” you break away, mostly to catch your breath.

“He's with painted whores as we speak.” She licks her lips. You taste like fruit, something she knew you were fond of. She watches your face fall. “Does that upset you?”

“No.” you shake your head. “I do not think so. I don't love him.”

“I know.” Alicent goes to kiss you again, and this time you kiss back.

Your hands go to her waist and you whimper into her mouth. Her hands begin peeling you of your gown, a soft white and gold, and you work to untie the strings on the back of hers.

It’s all happening so fast you can't control anything, she's in charge. You can't help it, you miss your mother. Your gown is slipped off onto the floor and Alicent reaches to pull you closer, gently turns you and then throws you lightly on her bed.

“Have you two lied together?” she asks, finishing stripping her gown down, the dark green material pooling at her feet.

You can't help but stare at her body, despite four pregnancies her body still was slender, and a soft warm color painted her skin. You watched Alicent remove her seven pointed star necklace, kiss it and set it down.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” she asks, beginning to sit beside you on the bed.

You shake your head and watch her take pieces of your silver hair in her hands. God you looked so much like Rhaenyra, she needed to have you.

“Can you kiss me again?” you ask, snapping her out of her trance.

She smiles, mostly because she knows she has you, and she does. She kisses you again, and places herself above you.

You wonder what Rhaenyra would say, what she would think. They had been childhood friends, and now you were kissing her old friend and newest enemy, about to sleep with her. It was all entrancing. Would Daemon have your head when they eventually stormed Kings Landing?

Alicent dips her fingers in her mouth, coating them with spit before settling inside your cunt. You groan, and arch your back at her touch. Pure pleasure shoots through you as she continues to pump her digits in and out of you. She watches you with hungry eyes, picturing your mother in your spot.

You're a gentle little girl, always so keen on pleasing others, Alicent smiled slightly at you finally being pleased. She knew Aegon did not take your pleasure into account, her nasty excuse of a son could not please anyone. Not even the maids he took his pleasure from.

“Feel good sweet dove?” Alicent coos, voice full of sex.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” you cry out, pressure building as you become closer to orgasm. “Please don't stop.”

“I won't, I won't.” she says softly, mostly to herself.

You looked good like this, sweat stuck to your forehead, writhing in pleasure, pleasure given by her. Alicent pulls her fingers out, which causes you to omit soft pleading for her to go back to what she was doing.

She settles between your legs, and gives small kisses on your thighs.

“Don't tease me, please your grace.” you beg.

“I’ll do what I want, won't I?” Alicent doesn't wait for your answer until she's latching her mouth on your now wet cunt, sucking and licking away, the sounds of your moans growing louder and filling the chamber.

She didn't care if maids heard, or passed by and saw. All she cared about was that you were close to cumming on her tongue. She traced your cunt up and down with the wet muscle, ensuring your clit got the most attention.

Your orgasm hits hard, causing you to wrap your legs around her head, “Gods gods gods gods!”

As you ride your wave of pleasure, Alicent licks up the mess and gives your cunt one last kiss before pulling up and looking at you. Her mouth was wet, no soaked with your cum. You blush at the sight.

“Sweet girl.” Alicent wipes her mouth on the duvet, and lays beside you.

“Do you want me to…please you, your grace?” you ask.

She shakes her head, “Dowager queen.”

As you cuddle into her side, still breathing heavily, the one thing that crosses Alicent’s mind is your mother.

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jungkook (29)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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“surpise!” 

the burst of familiar voices around you fills the space as jungkook gently pulls his hands away from your eyes.

the world comes into focus, and you’re met with a room full of smiling faces, balloons, and twinkling lights decorating the penthouse. 

your heart races as you take it all in—your parents and jungkook’s on the side with zion and zia in their arms, the guys with their playful grins, and even nam joon, who stands with a friendly nod.

“what’s all this?” you gasp, your voice a mix of disbelief and delight.

jungkook steps beside you, his eyes shining with excitement. 

“happy birthday, honey!” he grabs your hands, squeezing them as he beams down at you. “i wanted to do something special. we’ve got food, games, and your favorite cake… well, zion’s.” 

you can’t help but laugh, feeling overwhelmed by the love in the room. 

“this… this is—wow—thank you, honey. i love it. i love you,” you say, cupping his face with your hands. you tiptoe and kiss him softly. as you pull away, you smile. “honey, i can’t believe you did all this! i thought we were just having a quiet dinner.”

“quiet is overrated,” he teases, guiding you further into the room. “besides, you deserve to be celebrated. you know what this date means to us… to me.”

you can’t help but look at him with a soft smile.

it’s the way he always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and cherished. his words and actions fill you with warmth. it’s moments like these where you’re reminded that you truly chose the right person to love. 

jungkook’s sincerity is so raw and so real. 

this day, this celebration—it’s not just about the party or the cake, but about the life you’ve built together. 

it’s a celebration of the family you’ve become. 

together. 

as he catches your gaze, the quiet tenderness in his eyes speaks volumes, and in that moment, everything else fades. 

“don’t—” he starts, “we can cry about this later together. right now, enjoy the party.”

you muster a smile and nod at him. 

as you take a few steps forward, the sound of zia’s laughter catches your ear. you turn to see her in your mother’s arms, giggling with delight at the colorful decorations. you greet your parents warmly, receiving a kiss on your cheek from both of them.

“zion!” you call out, spotting your little boy running toward you, his face lighting up with joy. “you look so cute, my love! look at your little bow tie—”

zion rushes to you, wrapping his tiny arms around your legs. 

“happy birthday, mommy! am i handsome like daddy?” he blushes, looking up at you with innocent pride.

you look at jungkook, eyes wide and filled with admiration. then, you look back at zion with the same expression. kneeling down, you fix zion’s bow tie before attacking him with kisses. 

“yes, my love,” you tell zion. “so handsome. just like daddy.”

jungkook stands behind you, watching the scene with a fond smile.

“handsome like his daddy? maybe our father-son relationship has hope after all.” 

you hit his stomach with the back of your hand as you get up. he chuckles and ruffles zion’s hair, urging him to go to his grandpa. 

as you straighten up, you take a moment to gaze around the room, your heart swelling with gratitude. 

the penthouse is filled with the soft scent of flowers. their vibrant colors scattered across the space—roses, peonies, and hydrangeas in sleek vases add life to every corner. not to mention the birthday decorations are thoughtfully placed: silver streamers drape across the ceiling, and a "happy birthday" banner hangs delicately over the living room. a champagne tower sits elegantly on one side, glistening glasses stacked high, ready to be poured.

a few catering staff move quietly through the space, offering appetizers on silver trays, their soft footsteps blending into the background. the open kitchen reveals the omakase chef, expertly preparing food with graceful precision. jimin, taehyung, and hobi are sitting patiently on the other side of the kitchen island for the chef to get started. yoongi and his girlfriend are on the sidelines, watching and whispering in each others ear. meanwhile, jin and nam joon are talking to one another. 

everything is perfect. 

the warm, inviting ambiance makes the penthouse feel like the perfect mix of cozy luxury—everything perfectly curated yet relaxed, just like the man behind it all.

“honey, you’ve outdone yourself,” you say to jungkook, feeling giddy with appreciation. “the place is stunning. this is all so amazing. did you hire a party planner?”

he shakes his head and winces at you. 

“have you no faith in your visual director in advertisement husband?” jungkook scolds you. “god, it’s like i have to teach you a lesson or something—oh. hey, nam joon.”

just then, nam joon approaches, a slight smile on his face. 

“hey,” he acknowledges jungkook.

“thanks for coming,” jungkook offers him a lazy smile. 

“wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“you could though,” jungkook tightens his lips. “party would’ve been fine with or without you.” 

you hiss at him. 

nam joon laughs, taking jungkook’s tone lightly. soon, jungkook breaks character and laughs along. he then kisses your cheek and excuses himself so you and nam joon could talk. as jungkook joins the crowd, you open your arms and give nam joon a friendly hug. 

“thanks for coming! i know the firm can get busy this time of year—”

“would be much more manageable if you signed for partner,” he remarks casually, causing your expression to shift slightly. 

“timing was off,” you breathe. “you know that.”

“i know it,” he nods. “are you thinking of starting your own firm?” 

you shake your head, followed by a small smile. “no... jungkook has been talking about starting his own company and i feel like that will be a better focus for us... don't get me wrong; i love being a lawyer... but things got intense and mentally so draining so fast. it took a lot from me… from my family. truth be told, i miss it… all of it. court, the cases, the people—but i’m also a little afraid. i don’t want to drown in my work life like that again. so… i guess i’m mustering up the courage… and zia is almost one! i can’t… not be here for these kinds of things.” 

nam joon understands you.

he looks at you softly, respecting everything you said. out of everyone, he probably knows you the best when it comes to your career. you have worked extremely hard to be where you are now… he doesn’t want to see it go to waste. 

which is why he makes a pitch. 

“would you ever be interested in teaching law?” 

you blink. 

“i have connections to most of the law schools around here… i heard there were a few openings too. i can refer you. if you hate it or if you ever decide you’re ready to come back… come back and accept the partner position. our firm will wait for you… i will wait for you. in return, don’t stop doing what you love but don’t let it kill you either. you have fought enough and earned your place, ___. you're a good lawyer too. it wouldn't be right for me to stand here and you go.”

“oh my god. y-yes. nam joon—”

“alright. consider this a birthday gift.” he smiles, before patting you on the back. then, he takes out his phone and begins to type. “i’ll email a few of my connections right now just so it’s like a real present. happy birthday, ___.”

before you can even thank him, he turns and gets on call with someone.

you sigh.

but you smile.

you're thankful.

with the party in full swing, you weave through the crowd, hugging friends and family, sharing laughter and stories. you take everything in, feeling the warmth of their love. this is where you belong. this is where you are loved.

as the room fills with a soft hum of conversation and laughter, jungkook's arms slip around you, holding you close as you both sway together, grounding you in the comfort of his presence.

"ready to cut the cake?" he murmurs, his voice gentle, but that familiar spark in his eyes still present.

you nod eagerly, feeling a rush of joy from the gathering, from the laughter of your closest friends and family. jungkook then raises his voice to call everyone over. soon, the room fills with smiling faces, and zion giggles as he darts toward you, small arms outstretched. you bend down to scoop him up, his little hands curling around your neck as he snuggles close.

jungkook joins you at your side, holding zia in his embrace, her tiny hands reaching for you as she giggles.

just as everyone is about to sing happy birthday, jungkook clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

“before we sing and cut the cake,” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours, “i just wanted to say a few words.”

a hush falls over the crowd, and jungkook smiles, taking a deep breath, his gaze filled with something that makes your heart race.

“thank you all for coming. i know keeping this a secret from ___ wasn’t easy since she’s nosy—”

“hey!” you frown, playfully smacking his arm.

“but we love her,” jungkook pauses, glancing at you with a teasing smile.

the crowd laughs with you.

“... and with that being said, honey, i’m so glad i have the privilege of being your husband. from the life we’ve built together, our children, our home—to our friends and families—you have made every aspect of my life happier, brighter, and fuller. even in our most difficult moments, i have never doubted that you are the one for me. i have chosen you every day, and will spend the rest of my life doing so… and you know? i used to be afraid of time. not having enough of it to spend with you and our children… but not so much anymore. every day, you hold my hand, make me laugh, and kiss me—giving meaning to our forever. so, here… right now, i want to say this to you: our time is forever. ___, if it takes bending every rule, making new ones, or breaking every piece of time itself—for me to be the one you love in every lifetime—then i’d do it.”

his voice is strong, clear, yet filled with a gentleness that brings a lump to your throat. “i have seen the way you love and i have felt it every day in every possible way. i feel it in our success and in our losses. god, am i ever so blessed to feel it. ___, i love you, always. you are my divine. my everlasting love. my heart in every lifetime... and i—truly, madly, deeply—i am yours forever.”

the world falls away, leaving only jungkook’s words hanging in the air.

they’re rich with love and promise. you feel zion’s small weight in your arms, his head resting against your shoulder, a gentle reminder of everything you and jungkook have created together.

your eyes blur as the room and faces around you seem to melt into a soft haze. there’s only jungkook’s gaze—kind, loving, forever.

a shaky breath escapes your lips as you look at him, your heart swelling with a love so deep it feels almost impossible to contain.

zion shifts in your arms, sensing the emotion in the room. his little fingers reach up to pat your cheek, grounding you. you press a kiss to the top of his head, gathering yourself, your voice catching as you try to find the words to answer jungkook’s confession.

you give a small, breathless laugh, holding zion closer as you look at the man who is both your beginning and your forever.

“jungkook,” you manage, your voice thick, barely more than a whisper. “how do i even… how do i follow that?”

the room chuckles softly, a few sniffles heard from the crowd, but you barely notice as you take a step closer to jungkook. his gaze pulls you in, that warmth surrounding you.

“i’ll start off by saying… everyone knows jungkook’s guilty pleasure is twilight, right?”

a few gasps are heard, and jungkook’s eyes widen in mock horror.

“honey—”

“so i’ll say this: for every second, every memory, every joy, and every heartache… i choose you too… because, honey, no measure of time with you will ever be long enough, but we’ll start with forever.”

jungkook chuckles, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. it’s a mix of embarrassment and unmistakable affection lighting up his face. even though he’s trying to fight it, you can see that your words have touched him, and it makes you smile.

your voice wavers, and you pause, catching his gaze one last time. “and i believe in that forever of ours—more than i ever believed in anything.”

as the last words leave your lips, you see the pink flush deepen across jungkook’s cheeks. the surprise in his eyes melts into that soft, adoring smile—the one reserved just for you. the room is silent for a beat, as if everyone is letting the moment settle in, before they break into applause, a few playful whistles cutting through the warm atmosphere.

then hobi calls out, “light your candles and blow them out! zion’s drooling already!”

laughter erupts, and you find yourself laughing too, the joy of the moment infectious.

holding zion close, you turn to the cake, the soft glow of the candles flickering across your face. jungkook lights them for you, and for a brief second, you close your eyes, making a wish. the room hums as everyone sings you happy birthday.

with a gentle breath, you blow out the candles, and the room erupts into cheers and applause. voices ring with love and laughter. zion giggles in your arms, clapping his small hands in excitement, his face beaming with pride as he looks up at you. you kiss his cheek, smiling through your own laughter.

jungkook leans over, slipping his arm around your waist, and presses a tender kiss to your temple.

“what’d you wish for, mama?” he asks softly, his voice low and full of warmth.

“oh… you know,” you sigh, leaning into his embrace. “forever.”

[princessbrunette]

John b letting puppy reader paint his nails even tho she has shaky hands and paints outside the nail bed <3 (projecting)

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“you know i don’t know if this bright pink is my colour, pup.” john b squints one eye with a sly smile, the expression telling you everything you needed to know — that being he really didn’t care what colour you chose for him.

“its my favourite, therefore its perfect. because you’re my favourite too.” you explain matter of factly as you unscrew the top, the dried paint on the inside making it momentarily hard to unscrew before you cracked it, grabbing his hand with your clammy one and laying it on your thigh. “you have to stay really still.” you instruct in a quieter tone, locking in with wide eyes as you dip the brush into the paint.

“still as a statue, got it.” he nods with faux seriousness, unable to wipe the adoring smile off his face as he places all his concentration into watching you instead. his eyes flicker down to his nails when he feels the cool paint breach his skin, the shakiness of your hands making it difficult for you to keep the paint on his nails alone. “oh, whoops.” his voice rumbles from above you.

you ignore this, continuing on with your job — tongue tucked between your lips in concentration, quietly humming under your breath.

after finishing up on one hand, you hold his palm up into the light to get a better look before folding slightly in frustration, face crumpling just a tad. “god, i messed it up so much.”

“hey, that’s alright. i think i like it better like this. looks more rugged and manly, y’know.” he nods and your eyes flicker to his, a small smile biting at the corners of your lips.

“umm, whatever. your nails are barbie pink, i’m not sure if rugged and manly is the vibe.” you let a giggle slip before leaning forward to blow at his nails to help the drying process, a few flecks of spit gracing his hand as you puff your cheeks out to do so.

“wow, puppy seriously it’s 2024. of course barbie pink is manly.” he sarks, eyes focused on making sure the nail paint bottle didn’t spill on your lap. “careful, sweetheart.”

your head raises, spitty lips smushing against his suddenly like you’d had a sudden wave of affection for your boyfriend. he cups your cheek with his non painted hand, smile curving against your lips. “and now you’re kissing me? kinda unprofessional for a salon if you ask me. think i wanna talk to your manager.” the mirth is evident in his voice and you giggle in retaliation, clambering onto his lap — your boyfriend saving the polish from being knocked over as you do so.

“‘kay… my managers in my pants. you gotta take them off if you wanna speak to her.” you laugh delightedly against his mouth, clashing teeth and he chuckles, lifting his chin for a moment to escape the kisses, hands carefully finding your waist.

“wow, okay.” he sarks, only making you giggle harder, kissing his jaw and writhing on his lap a little. “gonna get nail polish on your clothes, messy girl.”

you calm a little from your giggle attack, the arousal settling in. “s’okay daddy.” the change in your voice clear, becoming more slurred and needy as the moments pass. he centres in, realising that you really do need him now. the daddy nickname meant it was go time, and suddenly he didn’t care too much about having one set of unpainted fingernails.

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[vanilladove]

𐙚⋆.⋆♡ dollhouse

spooktober 2024 masterlist

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 pairing: yandere!ayatsuji yukito x fem!reader

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 content warnings: kidnapping, dollification, stockholm syndrome, a tiny bit suggestive

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 summary: an intriguing customer with an obsession for dolls visits your family's antique shop and is captivated by you, but little do you know what he has in store for you...

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 word count: 2.5k

The door to the basement clicked open, signaling that he was back home.

Ayatsuji Yukito. The man who had kidnapped you randomly and gotten away with it, because he could.

You still remembered meeting him at your parents' antiques shop, the smell of smoke wafting past you. The way his gold orbs cut into your soul, and the following shudder your body let out—looking back now, it must've been a sign, but you ignored it. How could you not, though, with how beautiful the man behind you was? When you turned around, you took in his appearance.

His messy blonde waves and his dressed-up attire—donning a white button-up, gray sweater vest, and a maroon tie tucked underneath. When he pushed up his yellow-tinted sunglasses, his eyes finally met yours. Giving you a calculated look up-and-down, he smiled like he was pleased about something.

Remembering your employee duties, you cleared your throat, "H-Hi, can I help you with anything, sir?"

He looked around suddenly, checking out all of the windows like he was making sure no one was following him. "Ah, yes, actually—" he looked back again, trying to flash you another grin like he was trying not to be suspicious, "Do you have any dolls here?"

Your eyes widened in delight; no one ever came for those, "Dolls? Yes, we have some in the back. Follow me." You motioned for the man to go down the aisles with you, but you didn't know Ayatsuji was observing you, too.

He admired your loose braid, fastened by a red gingham bow. The puffy white dress and brown leather mary janes you wore, matching the aesthetic of the store. Cute. The detective thought, wondering if you liked wearing frilly skirts and laced high heels. You'd look pretty like that, you already had such lovely doe eyes.

"Here they are, sir."

"Ayatsuji. My name's Ayatsuji, darling." He shook his head, "I'm not that old yet." You giggled from that, the angelic sound gracing his ears as you blushed from slight embarrassment. You were oblivious to the way your presence captivated him.

Your ruby-tinted lips turned upwards, "These are the dolls, Ayatsuji," you paused, noticing how he admired the ball-jointed dolls on the rack, and explained the assortment to him. His gaze wandered from the dolls to you and back and forth, and he attentively listened until you were done speaking. "Are you buying them for anyone special? A girlfriend or a younger sis—"

His golden eyes cut into you again, but not before a smirk appeared, "No, they're for me. I collect dolls."

You curiously brought a finger to your lips—he was definitiely an interesting man. "Collect dolls, huh? Most customers avoid this rack because they think they're haunted or too creepy." You turned to the side to smile again, recalling the pranks you used to play on your cousins who were scared of dolls.

Ayatsuji sighed, a coy smile still on his face, "Creepy? I don't think so. I actually find them quite enchanting. Dolls are far more intriguing than people. You never grow sick of them." You were surprised to see his face so close to yours, goosebumps crawling up your arms. He looked even better up close, and you were sure the rose coming back on your cheeks didn't hide anything.

You internally scolded yourself for being so attracted to a random customer, but you couldn't help it. Your parents had moved far away from your hometown to open an antique store closer to the city, so you didn't know anyone here. Since you already finished school and felt obligated to help your parents run their shop, you never had time to meet people. Customers were your main form of outside interaction, and hot men never came in.

You're staring at him too much. Look away. Your mind screamed at you, and you abided, coughing awkwardly. You knew it was unethical to fall in love with the first attractive man you could talk to, "I see, um, well, let me know if you have any questions. I'll be by the register—"

Ayatsuji pulled you closer, forcing your uncertainty-filled eyes to look into his again, "Wait, I have a question for you." Time stopped as he pleaded softly. You tapped his arm again, signaling that you weren't leaving. He stared intensely at the dolls again, squininting his eyes as he slowly let go of your shoulders, looking you up and down again.

"These dolls...are there any that look like you?"

You stepped away, cheeks heating up, "Wha-What?" You were startled by the way he so casually asked you that, "O-Oh, you mean any with my style of clothes?" You frantically turned back, grabbing a doll with braided hair and a white puffy dress and trying to shove it into Ayatsuji's hands, but he stopped your motions halfway.

He smirked amusedly at you, entertained by your flustered reaction, "No, darling, I mean any that look like you. With your same complexion, your pretty doe eyes, and beauty."

He spoke like a poet.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You started, not used to the abrupt compliment. "Wait, Ayatsuji, are you flirting with me?" You looked up to see the cheeky man laugh, a cocky grin still present. He nodded again, mumbling a soft mmhmm before tucking a stray piece of hair behind your pearl-adorned ears. You would be fun to dress up.

You opened your mouth, but you were cut off by the bell from the entrance ringing. "Ayatsuji! What the hell do you think you're doing here?! How did you even get past the sniper team?" An angry green-haired women in a suit stormed past the aisles towards you too, making Ayatsuji click his tongue and sigh in annoyance.

"Oh, Tsujimura, as always, you have the worst timing." He turned back to you, softening his facial expression, "Apologies our time has been cut short, darling, I would've loved to chat more with you. Can I—"

A black-gloved hand seized Ayatsuji's shirt collar and shook him aggressively, "Hello! Are you even listening to me?! I'm taking you back now!" He only swatted her hand away dismissively, making her even more mad.

His warm glance turned cold as he faced her, "I heard you the first time, alright?" He pointed to the doll in your hands, "Can I get that delivered to me?"

You were confused by the scene in front of you, but you shook your head, "No, unfortunately we're in-store only." Tsujimura fumed, about to take her wrath out on you next. You swore you could see steam coming out of her ears.

Side-eyeing her, Ayatsuji pulled you into an embrace, a sugary coffee scent filling your nose. He leaned down, whispering in your ear, "No worries, I'll come back for you, my precious doll." You froze, not expecting a hug and unsure if he was talking to you or the inanimate figure.

You felt chilly as his warm body left yours and he took his leave, waving goodbye as he was dragged out left with Tsujimura. What a strange encounter. You shoved the doll under the register and grabbed a cardigan to wrap around yourself, wondering when you'd see him again.

It wasn't until a week later, until you were closing the shop and heard the front door ring again, that you saw Ayatsuji again. Except he looked different. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black belt, and black trousers and shoes. Like he was trying to blend in with the night. It was dark since you'd dimmed most of the bright display lights. His gold eyes were all you could see, but there was a different glint to them.

"A-Ayatsuji! Y-You're back?!" You were taken aback, glad to see him but also a bit cold for some reason. He walked towards you, his boots clacking against the hardwood floor. You ran to meet him, smiling like he was your long-lost lover, and hugged him, wanting to return his gesture from before. His warm breath fanned the shell of your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hah, I'm glad you missed me too, darling." He stroked your hair, taming the unkept strands, "Can I take the pretty doll home with me now?" Your brows furrowed. He was talking strangely again, but you pulled away to nod and crouch to get the doll from a week ago. Ayatsuji took out a smoking pipe from his pocket, taking a long hit of it before blowing it by your face. You held the doll out, trying to give the figure to him while waving your hand and coughing from the smoke which he wouldn't stop blowing in your direction. You already felt a bit dizzy, and the last thing you remembered was his smirking face before the world turned black.

You were in a cold room full of dolls. It was adorned with old paintings and a Victorian-style bed, but you couldn't shake the feeling of the glass eyes boring into your shivering body—tied to the bed with some silky lace. You tried resisting against it, but it wouldn't budge.

A mocking laugh sent a familiar shiver down your spine, coming directly in front of you. Seated in a throne-like chair in front of you was Ayatsuji, your once charming yet unsettling customer. "Seriously, doll, you really need to stop with these futile escape attempts of yours."

Setting his hat and coat on the arm of the chair, he slowly made his way onto the bed beside you, suddenly turning soft as he caressed your cheek. You hated to admit it, but his warm touch was too easy to relish in and lean into, and it had slowly become the only source of comfort in your bone-chilling enclosure. He smiled in response, "At least try to appreciate me making it pretty and cute for you."

You mumbled a quiet 'thanks' which seemed to satisfy him. He excitedly untied your lace ropes like they were nothing and pulled you into his arms, and you reciprocated his gesture a bit too eagerly.

"I missed you, Ayatsuji. Please don't leave me in here with these dolls all the time." You whimpered, burying your face in your captor's chest, inhaling his coffee-smoke scent. He only continued to stroke your hair, kissing you gently.

"Don't say that, darling—I got all these friends for you since I knew how lonely you were before." The helpless look in your pleading eyes and your needy little pouts always pulled at Ayatsuji's cold heart--he couldn't resist himself from spoiling his precious doll.

You shook your head, "It's not the same...they don't talk to me, and it's so...cold here." Of course, you wouldn't mention the short dress and thin stockings on your body—Ayatsuji took care in picking out different dolly outfits and playing dress-up with you.

He tilted his head innocently, "You're cold? Ah, maybe I should gift you a puffy coat and leg warmers? So you look like one of those pretty slavic dolls?" He cupped your face excitedly with his big hands, scanning your figure up and down with a piercing gaze, "Yeah, you'd look nice like that."

You nodded frantically—anything to cover your exposed skin, making Ayatsuji giggle. "Doll...you know your clothes aren't cheap, right? Especially because I get them tailored to your body..." Your heart started beating. Fast. Ayatsuji always did this--offered something he somehow knew you were in need of in exchange for some sort of affectionate favor. It was all a plot to make you slowly become more dependent on him. And it always worked.

You placed your hands on his chest, getting ready to plead for something nice, "W-What do you want this time? A kiss? Homemade dinner?" You blushed, remembering the times you'd gotten more intimate, "Or se—"

He placed a finger to your lips, "You missed me today, so how about just a sweet little kiss?" He flashed you a caring smile while he leaned back against the head of the bed and patted his lap.

You exhaled shakily, becoming a bit too conscious of what you were wearing. You slowly made your way onto Ayatsuji's lap and pushed his bangs away gently. You told yourself that these acts of affection were just performances, but you started to question how much of it was an act and how much was through your own will. You certainly couldn't stop yourself from shivering when his hands teased your thighs, or the shaky breaths that left as he started drawing circles on your cold skin.

Bringing your face closer to his, you whispered, "I love you, Ayatsuji. Thank you for taking care of me." You dipped down and caught his lips with yours, kissing him passionately as his hands made their way up to wrap around your waist. Your mind was screaming at you not to indulge your kidnapper any further and to pull away, but his touch felt too nice.

You went further, loosening his collar and kissing down his neck. Ayatsuji groaned, pressing you down further against his lap. He felt so warm. "A-Ah, doll, you're so needy today." He pulled you away to gaze at your slightly glassy eyes, which were focused on him only. He started fiddling with the hem of your frilly dress, starting to place light kisses on your collarbone.

You felt cold again suddenly, so you looked up. A bony doll with black eyes was glaring at you shamefully, like it was disappointed in how easily your heart caved in to your captor.

Feeling your body still, Ayatsuji stopped and looked up to see your gaze wandering to the sides of the room where his other dolls were. "Doll—"

"Ayatsuji, how is my family?" You gripped his shoulders and looked back at him, but his face seemed more stoic now. "Are they...still looking for me?" You yelped as you felt his fingers dig into your hips.

"Darling, you're not supposed to worry about them anymore." He sighed dejectedly. Your eyes widened again when he squished your cheeks and pulled your face back down. "Dolls should just look pretty and give all their attention to their owners, right? You know that, don't you, love?" He shook your face softly as tears threatened to spill and the warmth left your body.

"Awww, don't cry and ruin your makeup, doll. Don't you still want that coat?" He pulled you down on his lap again and stroked your hair while wiping the drops forming by your eyes, careful not to smudge your eye makeup. He kissed near your ear before whispering into it, "Just keep kissing me, okay? You're so close."

You felt broken, but you couldn't disobey him. He was the only one looking after you now, and you knew you couldn't escape him. Shaking slightly, you placed your lips back on his, holding onto him for dear life. He exhaled blissfully again, happy you were back to being compliant.

"Like that, doll. I love you so much, you know? Just stay with me and don't think about anything else."

[emdaudied]

⋆. 𐙚˚ emdaudied here ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

yang jeongin – free twt link that looks like jeongin fucking you with a clear glance ᡣ𐭩

🔞 warnings ⟢ mature content, sexual content, jeongin just jerking off because his misses his partner.

𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ౨ৎ smut + fluff

jeongin sat by the window, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of his mug, the warmth offering little comfort against the coldness of the empty room. his gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the last vestiges of daylight slipped away, mirroring the quiet ache inside him. every corner of the space felt devoid of the laughter and energy his partner once brought, and the stillness left him yearning. he wasn’t one to voice his discomfort often—his nature was to be patient, to submit to the ebb and flow of life, yet in this solitude, he found himself craving their presence. His usual calmness, a gentle acceptance of whatever came his way, was now tempered with the subtle ache of longing. he missed the way they would tease him with a playful nudge or how their eyes would lock, speaking volumes without a single word. and as the evening stretched on, jeongin felt a quiet submission to the silence, his heart silently pleading for the return of the one who had unknowingly become his anchor. jeongin sat quietly in his dimly lit room, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and steady. his slender hands moved with practiced ease, gliding over his hardened length with a gentle touch. lost in thought, he pictured his partner, imagining the soft curves of their body and the way their skin would feel beneath his fingertips. as he stroked himself, jeongin's mind wandered, replaying moments from their time together. the way they laughed, the brush of their lips against his skin, the sound of their voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear. these memories fueled his desire, causing his hips to rock slightly as he chased his release. despite the growing pleasure coursing through his veins, jeongin remained calm and composed, his submissive nature shining through even in this intimate moment. he took his time, savoring every sensation as he worked himself closer to the edge. with a quiet moan, he finally reached his peak, his essence spilling over his hand as he shuddered with ecstasy. in the aftermath of his climax, jeongin felt a sense of peace wash over him. he cleaned himself up, his movements deliberate and methodical, before settling back against his pillows. as he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts turned once more to his beloved partner, a soft smile gracing his lips as he dreamed of holding them close.

[mattscoquette]

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭-𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𐙚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

just a lil list i've made of taylor songs that remind me of matt! this was made before ttpd came out so i don't have that on here yet - but i will add those at some point

debut 

stay beautiful 

mary’s song 

our song 

fearless 

fearless 

breathe 

the way i loved you 

JUMP THEN FALL. 

today was a fairy tale 

speak now

mine 

sparks fly 

never grow up 

enchanted 

haunted 

long live (this is more ab all three of them than js matt but whatever)

OURS. 

SUPERMAN. 

electric touch 

timeless 

red

state of grace

treacherous 

holy ground 

everything has changed 

BEGIN AGAIN. 

come back be here 

forever winter 

the very first night 

1989

style

out of the woods 

i wish you would 

wildest dreams 

THIS LOVE

clean

you are in love

new romantics 

S L U T. 

suburban legends

sweeter than fiction 

reputation 

end game 

delicate 

look what you made me do (bc of that one edit)

SO. IT GOES. 

KING OF MY HEART?????

dress

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT?????¿¿

new year’s day 

lover

lover

the archer 

i think he knows 

miss americana & the heartbreak prince 

paper rings 

false god. 

AFTERGLOW!!!!!!

DAYLIGHT!!!!

all of the girls you loved before 

folklore

lowk the whole album 

cardigan 

my tears ricochet 

mirrorball 

SEVENNNN

august 

invisible string 

betty 

PEACE

evermore 

gold rush 

ivy 

cowboy like me

right where you left me

midnights 

maroon

anti hero 

you’re on your own kid 

MIDNIGHT RAIN

bejeweled

sweet nothing 

paris 

hits different 

© mattscoquette

[moirasdolly]

Digitally Yours, Moira x Fem!Reader ⊂⊂ ౨・)

Synopsis: Feeling more confident in the way you and Moira’s relationship had been going, you request a facetime date with her. She obliges, of course, and you set a time and a day. It was the only thing occupying your mind for the entire week.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Surprise - Chlöe

Chapters: 1 2

𐙚 Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams

Chats between you and the woman you had met on one of your impromptu streams had been continuing for a few months now, and you couldn’t be more happy talking to her. The parts of your day where you finally got to drop everything and text her were what you looked forward to the most. You had even exchanged phone numbers instead of using the streaming website to communicate. Of course the site wasn’t completely abandoned though. Some nights when the both of you were feeling particularly needy, you would set up a private stream just for the two of you. You dressed up for her, and she repaid you with praise and large sums of money. That’s how your “relationship” was at the moment, but you wanted more.

You lay sprawled out on your bed, your hair splayed all over your pillow as you angle your camera above you to show your face and the top of the sweet little gingham bra you wore for her tonight. “Moira…” you whine “I have an idea, I’m not sure if you’ll like it though…” You trail off softly.

Doctorsorders: I’m listening, sweetheart. Use your words you know I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.

Your heart flutters at her declaration to protect your happiness, and for a moment you can’t help but think that maybe she also felt the same way about you. It had only been a few months since you started talking regularly, but you knew you were developing feelings for the older woman.

You look to the side, contemplating if you should make the request or not, but her earlier words gave you the confidence to go ahead. Your eyes meet the camera once more before proposing your idea, “Would you maybe like to FaceTime with me? I would love to see your face… hear your voice.” Your eyes were practically pleading for her to say yes. A moment goes by without any word from Moira and you’re afraid you had scared her off, “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I just thought maybe we were at that stage.” You hesitated before finally you saw a message pop up from her.

Doctorsorders: My sweetheart, of course you didn’t overstep. In fact I’d be more than happy to set up a video call with you.

Doctorsorders: Maybe we could even discuss meeting in person as well, my doll.

A smile graces your lips almost immediately, and you squeal in joy. A million thoughts of what you should wear, how to do your makeup, and how to do your hair ran through your mind after she had agreed to reveal herself to you. “I’m sure you’re the most attractive woman I’ll ever see.” You tease her with a quiet giggle.

Doctorsorders: If you’re looking for the most attractive woman you’ll ever lay your eyes on I suggest taking a look in the nearest mirror. Look at your beautiful, plush curves, your perfectly soft stomach, and those sweet thighs of yours.

Doctorsorders: Oh how I’d love to open those thighs up and make you sing a chorus of lewd little mewls. I’d make you unable to say anything but broken cries of my name.

You press your thighs together at the thought of Moira pleasuring you, you bet her fingers were perfectly lithe and long, and her tongue thick and dexterous. You could just imagine all the things she’d do to you when you met. Another comment from her snapped you out of your daze and you’re embarrassed with how under her spell you had become.

Doctorsorders: My doll, I can practically see the cogs in your mind turning. What is it that's occupying your thoughts so intensely?

“I’m just thinking about how badly I want to see you, speak to you, have you hold me.” You confess. “I need you so badly.” You feel heat rush in between your thighs, you were already getting worked up over the prospect of meeting her.

Doctorsorders: Oh darling… my needy girl. What do you say we schedule a call for this upcoming Friday night. In only two days you’ll be able to see me. How does that sound?

A hum of agreement emerges from your throat almost immediately as you nod your head frantically. “That's all I’ll be thinking about until then.” You admit as you sit up on your bed and set your camera back on the stand.

Doctorsorders: Perfect, mo stór. I will spend every moment, every second of my days until Friday thinking about your sweet little face. You’re so perfect. I never want to end our time together, but unfortunately it is late, and I have early lab work that is calling my name for tomorrow.

Doctorsorders: Goodnight, mo stór. I expect you to get a full night of sleep. I’ll be in touch in the morning to ensure you had nice dreams. Sleep tight, doll.

Your eyes flit across the screen and you hang on to every word she tells you. You scoot forward until you’re close to the camera and give the lens a quick kiss. “Goodnight, Moira. You’ll be the very first person I message when I awaken.” You beam at the camera. “I don’t wanna leave…” A frown plays on your lips as you get ready to turn off the camera, but the sooner I sleep, the sooner tomorrow will come and then there will be just one more day ‘til we can talk face to face!” You give her a small wave before shutting off the camera and falling back onto your bed. Shortly after ending the stream, your phone lights up from another goodnight message from Moira.

Moira ♡: Goodnight mo stór. Send me a picture before you sleep. I want to see your face in my dreams tonight.

You slipped into an oversized tshirt and comfortable panties before plopping down onto your bed and snapping a quick picture of yourself. Moira always loved the cuter side of you, so you decorated it with cute little bunny and heart emojis before sending it to her.

Me: [Image Attached]

Me: Goodnight, Moira! ♡

Moira ♡: Perfect, you look lovely darling. Sweet dreams.

And with that last message, the both of you drifted off into a deep sleep, both dreaming of each other.

[dear-starshine]

i don't need a prince to save me

i need Chappell Roan

[dear-starshine]

i never thought my first fic would get 50 notes, guys tysm😭

edit: 100 notes?! i'm so grateful🙏

[dear-starshine]

The rest of the world was black and white...

picture this: you're taking a walk at the local park just like every normal day. suddenly you hear something out of the usual - it sounds like people talking loudly - you decide to follow the sound. you haven't been walking for a long time when you reach the source of the voices. there on the grass right in front of you, you see a group of people sat on a picnic blanket. they seem like they're having a great time. some have books with them, some are listening to music, some are having lively conversations - talking 'bout their favorite books, sharing headcanons of their favorite characters or just talking about their days! you see a girl has noticed you and is walking towards you. she greets you and introduces herself. then she invites you to join them for a nice time! do you accept the invitation?

hi! i'm the girl from earlier! here's a little bit about me:

୨ৎ grace; she/her. daughter of athena. hunter of artemis. teenage girl. pansexual. coffe & tea addict. greek mythology fan. swiftie. pop music lover. no.1 homework hater. not the best writer but trying!

currently reading: Ariadne by Jennifer Saint, Better than the movies by Lynn Painter

currently watching: never have i ever, gilmore girls

♡ please flood my inbox with fic requests or just random thoughts i love talking to people!

...but we were in screaming color

[dear-starshine]

help how did i already screw up i just made this blog

[dear-starshine]

guys it's officially halloween season get ready

[propheticbride]

Lamb to Slaughter V

𐙚 Aemond's plans are laid bare, and so are you.

𐙚 Aemond x Reader (tw: manipulation, incest, suggestive)

(A/N- hi besties... im alive. also reader being strictly a Helaena defender and not an Alicent defender is so funny to me.. anyways enjoy)

“Behold! The traitor dragon Meleys!”

The surrounding small folk began to cheer.

“Slain at Rook’s Rest by your King!”

You gasp softly, hands finding Aemond’s arm and gripping it firmly. From the corner of your eye, you watch him slowly glance at you, then return his gaze back to the carriage carrying the dead dragon’s head.

Things had been…awkward. You barely graced either boy’s bed, slipping back into childish traditions and laying beside Helaena at night. Almost like she knew that you had stopped sleeping with Aegon, she had allowed you into her bed and had begun holding you.

She was no replacement for your mother, but things had been tense there too. Only sharing fleeting glances at one another when passing in halls.

“I thought dragons were gods.” you murmur to him.

“They are.” he nods.

You shake your head. “They're just meat.”

Aemond sighs.

“Where is Aegon?” you ask him. “He survived the battle did he not?”

“Why do you care so much for our brother? He is not your husband.”

“As I am not yours.” you bitterly reply.

“You could have been.” he assures.

“Wouldn't you rather marry that whore you visit so often? What was her name again? Aegon told me but it seems to be slipping my mind.” you shake your head.

“Don't.” it comes out as almost he’s begging.

“Don't.” you mock his voice. “Where is Aegon?”

Aemond grins, and points to the box that follows behind the horses. You gasp and turn to rush after him.

✮⋆˙

“Is he dead?” you ask Grand Maester Orwyle, hot tears streaming your face.

Alicent grabs for your hand, but you deny her. Only glancing at her for a moment before looking back at him, expecting an answer.

“His Grace remains with us for the moment Princess.” he assures you.

You begin to sob. “What has happened to him? Why won't anyone tell me!”

“He is burned Princess-”

“Maester I do not think it is wise to tell-”

“Shut up mother.” you hiss. “What benefit do you hold to be here at this moment?”

“You have grown to be-”

“To be what? Say it plainly, mother.” you glare at her.

“Aegon is burned throughout his body Princess. Half of his face, destroyed. Much of his body, destroyed.” Maester Orwyle explains. Something to cut the tension.

“Is my son going to die?” Alicent asks.

“I’m afraid I cannot say.” he shakes his head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Your Grace, these next hours are the most critical.”

“Of course.” Alicent nods and glances at you. “Would you join me for the council today?”

“You’ve never asked me to join you before.” you reply, taking her hand and allowing her to lead you from Aegon’s room.

“In truth, Aemond wants you there.” Alicent sighs. “For what I do not know.”

“Is Aegon going to die?” you ask.

“I do not know.” she replies bluntly. “Ser Criston.”

You glance up to the Knight, who stops at Alicent’s calling of him. “Your Grace. Princess.”

“What happened to Aegon?” you ask.

Alicent grips your hand, as a way to be nice or to not ask such things. You ignore it.

“Is it not your job to protect the King, Cole? What has happened?” your tone is condescending.

“You are to call him Ser, a title he has-”

“Earned? He should be stripped of it. Protector of the King, hand of the King…and yet my brother, our King, is in pieces.” you shake your head, “Some protector you are.”

“What happened?” Alicent asks.

“We took the castle.” Criston reports. “At the cost of some nine hundred men.”

“So I’ve heard.” Alicent nods. “The King, Ser Criston, what befell him.”

“His Grace fought valiantly.” Criston speaks in a hush, defeated tone.

“What was Aemond’s part in this?” you ask softly.

“I could not say.” Criston looks at you. He looks for a few seconds, studying your features. Criston had become the number one voyeur of the royal family for the past months, since he was attached to Alicent, and Aegon. He had seen your comings and goings from Aegon’s room. Even Aemond’s. He was aware you had dutifully bounced from one man to the other, and from the moans he had heard seeping from the chambers, you had served them well.

But recently, he had noticed almost a cold war had gone on between the three of you. Criston was made aware, mostly from Aegon’s companions, of what had happened in the brothel. And of course word had gotten back to you. Who had told you? Criston couldn't be sure. But it caused you to ice Aemond out of your bed, and lean towards Aegon. But even then, after a week you had iced Aegon out as well.

“So Aegon is wounded heavily?” you repeat. “Someone will have to rule in his stead.”

You shook your head and departed off, the guards opening the large counsel doors for you.

“My darling sister.” Aemond is sitting where Aegon usually sits. Where the King is meant to be sat. “I am glad you are attending.”

“Why was she called to attend?” Criston asks, sitting beside you at the table.

You roll your eyes at his comment. Alicent takes the other seat beside you, and once again, attempts to reach for you. You once again, deny her.

“The armor was Valyrian steel, but His Grace suffered grievous burns over much of his body. He has many broken bones.” Maester Orwyle joins, his words starting the meeting. “I fear there are more injuries within, injuries we cannot see.”

“Thank you for all you have done.” Alicent starts. “The Princess and I, are grateful for all you have done for him, as is the realm.”

“Has he woken?” you ask, pouting.

“No. I am not sure he will ever wake Princess. Our king’s fate lies with the gods now.” Maester Orwyle nods.

“He cannot rule from his sleep.” you say looking at Aemond, a small smile appears on his lips.

“I must agree with the Princess, the realm will have noticed his absence.” Lord Jasper cuts in.

“Let them hear of his great deeds at Rook’s Rest. But now we must name a regent to take his place until he recovers…or does not.” Alicent voices,

“And who do you think should be named regent, Your Grace? Helaena is a good candidate because she is currently Queen.” you add.

Laughter fills around you. The look of anger on Aemond’s face does not pass you.

“Laughing at a Princess of the crown should be a great offense, should it not?” Aemond cuts into their laughter, the room falling silent immediately. “She is of royal blood, mocking her could be considered treasonous.”

“I myself served in this role for my husband. I am well-prepared to do it again.” Alicent glares daggers at the men who laugh at you, reaching again for you, this time you allow her affection.

“You played your part admirably in a time of peace, Your Grace, but circumstances have changed.” Lord Jasper reminds her. “And as for the Queen…she is not fit to take a regency for the Kingdom.”

“Why not?” you sound disappointed, for everything you've done to Helaena, you're quick to defend her.

Maester Orwyle’s voice chimes in, “It is experience that offers the surest path to security. Queen Alicent ably shouldered the duties of the realm when her husband’s health failed him.”

“Experience is valuable, yes, but the dowager queen is a woman.” Lord Jasper sighs, almost as if what he was hearing was impossible to comprehend.

“I am no stranger to rule or to sitting at this council.” Alicent declares.

“The obvious choice is his immediate successor, Prince Aemond.” Lord Jasper tells you.

You and Aemond share a look.

“Agreed.” Tyland nods.

“Aemond is young. And his lack of restraint has already cost us dearly.” Alicent sounds disgusted.

“Mother, I think Aemond is a good choice if Helaena cannot stand in for regent. Aemond is a fearsome dragon rider, similar to our ancestors the conquerors. He paints a very picture of them. He is wise, and very well versed in the histories.” you find yourself defending Aemond. Despite all of your anger towards him and the utter betrayal you felt from him, you still loved him more than anything. And you weren't stupid, allying with Aemond would be the smartest choice in your current circumstances.

“I agree, Princess. It must be Prince Aemond. What would it say if, in response to Rhaenyra’s crowning, we raised up a woman of our own?” Lord Jasper shakes his head.

Alicent takes her hand from yours.

“But the Hand speaks for the king’s voice. Ser Criston, what say you?” Lord Jasper turns to the Knight.

Criston glances at Alicent, then at you. You give him a distant smile and nod. Aemond watches your every move. “Aemond is the next in line. It must be him.”

“I agree.” you say, looking at Aemond and giving him a smile.

His heart nearly beats from his chest.

“It’s agreed then. What is our standing in the Riverlands?” Aemond nods and asks, glancing around his table for answers.

“You wouldn't want me regent?” Alicent whispers to you as the counsel’s voices fade her out.

“I do think you should be regent, it is plain as my feelings towards you.” you give her a dull look.

Aemond’s voice raises up again, “We shall meet again at first light. Oh, and someone cut down the fucking ratcatchers.”

✮⋆˙

Your maids were quick to bathe you, and help you into your nightgown. It was a soft lavender, with lillies sewn in. A gift from Helaena as a sign that your relationship was bettering.

“My lamb?” Aemond’s voice calls from the doorway. “Do you think the Princess and I can have some alone time?”

The maids bow and are quick to exit the room, leaving you and Aemond alone.

“Do I call you, king now?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence.

“You defended me to be regent, and here I thought you hated me?” He sits himself on your bed.

“I am sorry if I have been cruel to you. I guess I was jealous and upset at…”

“My brothel adventures. You should've been told by me. Not Aegon.” Aemond leans back, and you rake in his full form.

You would be lying if you didn't think he was still attractive. Gorgeous frame and structured face like a god. He truly was the image of the conquerors.

“Did you miss me lamb?” he reaches a hand out to you.

And of course you take it, quickly finding yourself in his lap, your lips finding him.

“Please don't go to her again.” you beg.

“I only sought comfort in her because you ran to Aegon.” he lies through his teeth.

Your kisses are desperate, and messy. He can barely keep up. You slowly grind into his lap, himself bucking up into you.

God he missed you. God you missed him. Aegon was a good lover, but nothing could compare to the sheer devotion Aemond supplied you.

“What happened to Aegon?” you ask, breathless.

“The same thing that will happen to anyone else that gets in the way of us.” he assures you.

“Aemond?” your eyes grow wide. “What have you done?”

“I did it for you. Now I am regent, and Aegon will die. I will be King, you my Queen.” Aemond comforts you, or tries to.

“Aemond…”

“Shhhh.” he hushes, and begins removing your gown. “Nothing will stand in the way of us. Not mother, not Aegon”

“Nothing has stood in the way of us.” you murmur at his delusions. He could technically have you if he truly wanted, no one would stand in his way. Especially not now.

“You were so bewitched with Aegon. How could I be sure you wanted me?” He kisses you softly.

You pouted, “I’d be queen?”

“Yes.” he nods, and thrusts up again into you. This time, getting a moan out of you. “Oh you missed me, didn't you lamb? Aegon not please you?”

“Not like you did.” you shake your head.

Aemond smiles, he had Aegon’s throne and now he had you.