#Alice chambers x reader

[yelenasdiary]

~Alice Chambers who invites you over for dinner when Jack is out with the guys for the night. She’s so happy to see you, so eager to hear all about your day even though you saw her just yesterday.

~Alice Chambers who can’t keep her eyes off your lips, wishing she could just come clean and tell you how she feels.

~Alice Chambers who gets flustered when you noticed her stare, you know exactly what she wants.

~Alice Chambers who quickly becomes a whimpering mess when you tell her exactly how you want to bend her over the dinner table and fuck her deeply with your fingers or how you want to eat her out on the sofa until her legs are shaking and she’s biting down on a cushion to keep from screaming your name.

~Alice Chambers who does anything and everything to keep Jack out of the house as long as possible so she can have who she truly desires.

~Alice Chambers who confesses how she just wants you. Just you, she doesn’t want Jack, she doesn’t need him. She’s hooked on you, she drips for you, she aches for you.

~Alice Chambers who can’t help but try and fuck herself with her fingers to the thought of you the minute Jack leaves for work in the morning.

~Alice Chambers who just wants to grind herself against your thigh while you leave marks all over her chest.

[harknessxo]

Can i make a dark smut request Alice chambers were one day reader are out grocery shopping and they go their separate ways to grabs items more quickly and once Alice gets all of her items she spots reader talking to another woman and she can clearly tell that the woman is flirting with reader so she walks up behind reader wraps her arms around her waist in a possessive manner and once the women got the hint she told the reader to head to the car while she gets the rest of the items and after she got everything and puts it in the car she drives home and once they arrive home she tells reader to go in the house and strip while she goes to grab the stuff out the car and put it up. So once everything is done Alice makes her way to their bedroom to show reader who she belongs to with the use of a strap if you don’t mind

(This takes place two years after the victory project)

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Paring: Dark!Alice Chambers x reader

Summary: A woman flirts with you at the grocery store and Alice shows you who you belong to.

Warnings; mean Alice, strap on use (r receiving), restraints use (r receiving).

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: First time writing for Alice so I hope you like it!

“I got the pasta, darling!” you said to your girlfriend, Alice. You placed the pasta in the shopping cart and smiled her way.

“Thank you, honey. Can you do me one last favor? Can you get the salt while I get everything else?” she asked, kissing your cheek. You nodded and turned to look for the salt. You eventually found the aisle but you accidentally bumped into another woman while trying to pick up the salt.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!”

“Oh no, sweetheart, you’re fine! I should be apologizing-” the woman looked up, “Oh wow, aren’t you just a beauty?” She said with a toothy grin. You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. Unbeknown to you Alice has seen the whole interaction and she was not happy. Suddenly you felt someone’s arm possessively wrap around your waist.

“You got the salt, darling?” Alice asked you while giving the other woman a death glare. You simply nodded. You knew what she was doing. She was establishing dominance over you. She wanted to make it known to the woman that you belonged to her and no one else.

Eventually the woman got the message and walked away. The tension in the air was thick as the woman retreated down the aisle, leaving you alone with Alice. Once she was gone, Alice gripped onto your jaw and turned your face to look at her.

“Wait for me in the car while I get everything else, understand?” You let out a whimper in response before she finally released you.

You now sat waiting in the car. You could only think of what awaited you once you got home. A couple minutes later Alice walked out of the store with three bags in her hands. She placed them in the back before getting in the driver’s seat, all without saying a word. The drive home was silent. At some point she had placed her hand on your thigh and it was getting closer to your core by the second. After a while you finally got home and she parked in the driveway.

“When I get in the house, I better find you naked on our bed. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good girl. Now go.” You quickly made your way inside the house and into the bedroom. You took off all your clothes before kneeling on the bed, waiting for your next order. Alice slowly made her way up the stairs. She wanted to make you wait as long as possible. She wanted you to think of all the ways she was going to make you hers.

She walked into the room so quietly you almost didn’t notice. Her eyes were locked on you, her gaze filled with lust and anger as she walked closer to the bed. Alice grabbed your face once again.

“Who do you belong to, hm?” she asked before pecking your lips.

“T- to you, mommy.”

“That’s right but it seems that you have forgotten since you were whoring yourself out to that woman at the store.”

“No! That’s not what-” you were cut off by a sharp pain on your cheek.

“Are you talking back to me!?”

“N- no…”

“Good because otherwise I would have to make your punishment much more painful, now lay down.” You laid down like she asked.

She walked into the closet and came out holding her strap and a rope. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to protest but were cut off by a stern look from her. She grabbed your wrists and tied them together as well as to the headboard.

“You are gonna take what I give you and you are gonna thank me, understand?”

“Yes, m- mommy.”

She then proceeded to take off the dress she was wearing. She placed the strap around her hips before placing herself in between your legs. Without warning she thrusted the strap deep into your core making you scream in pain.

“Please, mommy! I’m sorry!”

“Shut up and take it!” Her thrusts only got rougher and you could only whine in pain. Tears had already made their way down your reddened cheeks.

“Who does this pussy belong to? Hm?” You tried to get the words out but a sob stopped you from being able to.

“Answer me, you little slut!”

“You! It belongs to you mommy!”

“That’s right! Don’t you forget that.” After that, her pace seemed to get softer which you were grateful for. Now you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I’m coming!”

“Did I say you could come?”

“Please, please let me come.”

“You’re gonna have to make mommy cum first, deal?”

“Yes, please!” She pulled away from you to take off her strap only to take a seat on your face, you immediately got to work. You lapped over her folds, just the way you knew she loved. You sucked against her clit, making her moan loudly. God how you loved making her feel good.

“Just like that…fuck- mommy’s close. Keep going!” You began to fuck her with your tongue as fast as you could to get her over the edge. Alice moaned one last time before coming on your mouth. She moved her hips against your face, riding her high before getting off of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” She kissed you before untying your wrist. You let a sigh of relief leave your lips. Alice positioned herself against the headboard and brought you to straddle her thigh. This made you look up at her confused.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” You wanted to protest but this time you knew better.

You groaned and started to grind on her thigh. Nothing could ever compare to the sensation of you sliding down her thighs, but the friction was just not enough to get you to your climax.

"Please, mommy..." You whined and picked up your pace. You needed her to touch you.

“Nuh uh.”

“Please,” you breathed, “I- I need your touch- it’s not enough, I can’t…”

“Yes you can.” You sighed in defeat.

Still humping her thigh, you made an unsuccessful attempt to reach for your release, but it kept getting away from you. You buried your face in her neck, your body was exhausted and you couldn’t keep going.

“…I can’t.”

Alice suddenly flipped you over. She thrusted two fingers into you and rubbed your clit with her palm. You yelped in surprise but quickly recovered and started to moan again. She started lick and suck your neck. Her breath against your neck and the feeling of her fingers pumping inside you got you to the edge once again.

“Can I come? Please, mommy?”

“Go on, baby. Come for me.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Your thighs began to tremble as you finally came undone, arching your back as you did so. Your hips jerked against her hand to ride it out. When you were done, you slumped against the pillows, panting heavily. Alice brushed some hair out of your face before pulling your body onto hers.

“I’m sorry, mommy. I-”

“Shh, it's okay. It’s over now. Mommy’s no longer mad,” she kissed your forehead, “Why don’t you take a nap? I know you’re tired, sweetheart.” You nodded against her chest and closed your eyes. She started to run her hands through your hair and soon you were snoring softly.

“You’re mine, Y/n. I’ll make sure you never leave me.” Was the last thing she said before getting up to make dinner and let you rest.

[jeyramarie]

you and me?- Alice Chambers x Reader (Part 8)

summary: not every plan has a solid outcome

wc: 2,444

warning: cursing, abusive relationship, miscarriage

a/n: sorry it took a bit, work has been hectic and studying has been hectic as well 🥲 i hope y’all enjoy! happy reading 🦋

Part 1~ Part 2~ Part 3~ Part 4~ Part 5~ Part 6~ Part 7~

William walked in front of me in silence. It was safe to say that the dinner went horribly wrong. I walked into the house first, going straight into the bedroom. My purse was left on the bed, and I went into the bathroom. splashing water on my face as William walked in. 

He leaned against the door, his hands in his pockets with his eyes sharp on the ground. I turned around, leaning against the sink as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“You disappoint me more everyday.” William muttered and looked up at me in anger. 

“You make me hate you more everyday.” I said and moved to walk past him but was held back by his strong grip on my arm. 

“Don’t play smart with me.” He muttered with gritted teeth. 

As I shook my head and yanked my arm away from him before making my way to our closet. I pulled out my brown suitcase before turning to take the clothes off the hangers. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” William asked in confusion. 

“I’m leaving you, William.” I replied, opening the drawer, quickly taking out some underwear. 

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.” I turned to him in anger. “I’m leaving this hell of a place you put me into.” I explained as I walked towards the suitcase again. 

William remained quiet and just stared at me in shock. Shocked that I had talked to him with such an attitude, with such assurance. 

“I know what you’re doing, William.” I closed the suitcase. “It ends now..” I said and walked out of the bedroom with him trailing behind. 

“You can’t leave, Y/n!” He shouted, making me stop and turn. 

“I will and you can’t stop me.” 

“You’re leaving with Alice aren’t you?” William asked, walking closer to me and whispered “You’re leaving… with that fucking whore.” 

A loud slap echoed around the room as William’s face turned to the side. My hand burnt from how hard my skin hit his. 

“Don’t you fucking bring her into this.” I said with gritted teeth. “Get her name out of your fucking mouth.” 

I turned around, making my way towards the door as I prayed for him not to follow me. My hands reached the door knob and I looked at William over my shoulder, before opening the door. 

“They’re coming for you, Y/n.” He said, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” 

“I hope I never see you again.” I muttered and walked outside, looking around as I checked for Alice to appear. 

After a few minutes, she runs out of her house and gets into the car with Jack. A piece of my heart broke at that moment. Maybe she had chosen him over me. He is her husband after all. 

“You’re pathetic for believing that she would leave with you.” William said from behind me, standing by the front door. 

“Shut up.” I replied with gritted teeth as my eyes watered with tears. 

“Now you don’t want to hear the truth?” He shuffled dryly. “You know, Y/n, I really hope this would’ve ended differently….but you chose this.” He shrugged and I felt a strong grip pulling on my arm. 

I struggled against the grip as they pulled me backwards, making me let go of the suitcase. As I screamed for them to release me, I moved my head to see Alice getting dragged out of the car.

“No!” I shouted. “Let go of her!” 

“They’re hurting me!” Alice screamed, struggling against the restraint. 

“Don’t touch her!” I screamed desperately, feeling tears rolling down my face. “Let her go, please!” 

“Y/n!” She shouted, reaching over to me to connect our hands. “Don’t leave me! Please, don’t leave me!” 

“Please let her go!” I shouted, gripping her arm tightly as the men continued to pull us apart. “Don’t hurt her, please, don’t hurt her!” I cried as our arms were pulled apart. 

Alice and I were thrown into the same van but before we could even come close to each other, there was a sharp pain in my neck. I felt weak and dizzy immediately after, causing my eyelids to feel heavy. I saw Alice reach out to me and my eyes closed, leaving me in darkness. 

I was woken up by being thrown on a hard mattress, immediately being blinded by a bright light. Multiple people pulled on my arms and legs, strapping me to the mattress. I pulled on the restraints, moving my head aggressively  as they tried to keep it still. 

“Stop it.” I mumbled, feeling dizzy. “What did you do to Alice?” 

Someone held my head still and I looked upward to see Dr. Collins. He gave me a wicked smile and turned to the nurse, muttering something into her ear. Suddenly, a rubber mold was placed into my mouth and I looked up at the doctor again. 

“It’ll be a small pinch.” He smiled, placing the cotton balls against my temple. 

I moved my body from side to side, as well as my head, trying to escape the tight grip when a shock ran into me. My body went rigid as I shook violently, feeling the haze of my memories. 

I saw myself, in that familiar apartment as William stood at the end of the hallway while I stood by a bedroom door. My hands were shaking and I felt fear in my chest while William took angry steps towards me. He grabbed my hair, pulling me back as I screamed in pain. 

“You really think I’m stupid?” He asked with gritted teeth as he moved us to what seemed like a living room.

Willam pushed against the small table in the middle of the room before standing over me. His foot collided with my abdomen, immediately making me worry. I covered my stomach with my arm and pushed myself up to sit against the table. 

“Stop it!” I shouted in desperation. “William, stop!”

I opened my eyes with the echoes of my screams in my head. A bright light remained on top of my head as the shock came back, running through my veins. My head went into its haze once again and I saw myself curled up in a ball on the living room floor while a door slammed shut. Perhaps William had left after our argument. Suddenly, a strong pain erupted on my pelvis as I groaned in pain. 

I began to crawl towards the bathroom, the pain becoming worse and worse. My hand grabbed the  bottom of the door as I felt an intense wave of pain before feeling some type of liquid run down my thigh. I looked down and saw the familiar red substance drenching my shorts. Tears continued to flow down my face as I took all the strength I had left to stand up, needing to reach my phone. It took me a while to admit it, to accept it, but I needed help. 

“911, what’s your emergency?” 

The shock finally stopped and my eyes fluttered open to see Dr. Collins again. My body felt numb and my mind felt empty, as if someone had just sucked out all my thoughts. The nurses released the straps before pulling me off to another gurney, moving me out of the room. Everything else after that was hazy. I don’t remember much. 

The next thing I remember is William and I pulling up to our house. Alice and Bunny stood on the sidewalk, eagerly waiting for me to climb out. William climbed out and walked around the car, opening the passenger as he held out his hand to me. I swung my legs to the side and took his hand before standing up with a bright smile on my face. 

“She’s finally here!” Bunny shouted in glee while extending her arms open towards me. 

“Hi.” I laughed, wrapping my arms around her waist tightly. 

“Oh, I’ve missed you.” She mumbled into my hair and parted from me. “We’ve missed you.” She turned to Alice, who stood aside waiting to greet me. 

“I missed you too.” I playfully frowned, before moving to Alice. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiled and took my hands. “You look good.” 

“Thank you.” I nodded. “I feel good.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. 

“Where’s Jack and Dean?” William asked, making us part from the hug. 

“They’re golfing with Bill.” Bunny replied, throwing her arm over my shoulder. 

“Oh, honey you should go.” I said, staring at him. “Spend some time with the guys, I’ll stay here with the girls.” 

“Will you be alright?” He smiled and I walked towards him as I nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I chuckled. “I’m well protected.” 

“Yeah, William, let her have some fun.” Bunny called out causing all of us to chuckle. 

“I’ll see you later, alright?” He mumbled with a smirk. 

“Alright.” I smiled and leaned in, kissing his cheek.  

William looked down at me as he grazed his fingers over my jaw. I stared into his eyes and chuckled. 

“You’re my most beautiful sight.” He whispered, making me lean back as I saw a glimpse of William looking worn out in anger. 

I shook my head slightly, tucking pieces of hair behind my ear before looking at him again. He looked at me in question. My eyes moved over to his and I giggled before stepping away to go over to the girls. 

“Take good care of my girl.” William called out as he walked around the car to get in. 

“You know we always do.” Alice replied, placing her head on my shoulder. 

He pulled out of the driveway and the three of us waved at him before walking over the Bunny’s front yard. There were chairs placed and a small table with fresh cocktails. Alice sat down and patted the chair in front of her, making me move there almost immediately. 

“Here you go.” Bunny smiled, handing me a glass before sitting next to me. “So, how are you feeling?”

“I feel good.” I nodded. “Much, much better.” 

“Ugh, you couldn't believe the things you’ve missed.” She threw her head back. 

“Bunny wrote a gossip journal.” Alice said, lifting the glass to her lips. 

“Really?” I laughed, turning to her. “I have to read it then.” 

“Oh you must.” Bunny chuckled and sipped from her drink. 

That night, Alice and Jack invited us for dinner. I baked a lemon cake with vanilla frosting and brought it over for dessert. The night was enjoyable. We played charades in the living room after opening a brand new bottle of wine that Frank had gifted Jack. After the game, the boys talked about work as Alice and I took care of the dishes. I always loved her kitchen, or at least I think I did. 

“I saw Jack got a new car.” I started a conversation, carrying empty plates to the counter. 

“Oh yeah, he got it last week.” Alice replied with a slight chuckle. “It’s like a child with a toy.” 

“William is obsessed with it.” I shook my head. “But he always wishes to get a pool in our backyard so, he’s a bit confused with what he wants right now.” 

“Well deciding between a pool and a car… What a tragedy.” She said dramatically, making me laugh. 

I grabbed a plate and placed it into the sink before taking my hand out to make it graze over Alice’s as she leaned forward to open the faucet. Suddenly, I saw a quick glimpse of Alice and I, sitting across from each other in a bar with huge smiles on our faces. I pulled it back quickly, turning my head to the dining room as I felt slight pain on the side of my head. 

“What?” Alice whispered, turning off the faucet before turning to me. 

“Nothing, sorry… nothing.” I shook my head, walking backwards. 

“Y/n…”

“No, no, sorry.” I turned to the counter, leaning against it before feeling her hand on my shoulder. 

“Y/n breath.” She whispered into my ear, moving her hands over my shoulders. 

I closed my eyes and felt as if a wave of peace had crashed into me. Alice’s voice was calming. As beautiful as a sunrise. My breath was going back to normal when-

“What’s going on here?” William asked sternly, making Alice step away in slight fear. 

“Nothing, I was-”

“She was a bit dizzy earlier.” The blonde cut me off. “I was just checking if she was alright.” 

“You can check without touching her.” He replied, raising his voice. 

“William!” I called out in embarrassment. “Why would you talk to her like that?”

“No, it’s alright.” Alice stuck her hand out towards me. “He’s right, I shouldn’t have done that… I’m sorry.” 

“Y/n, let’s go.” 

“She was just trying to help me.” I began turning to him. 

“Y/n, it’s fine.” The blonde whispered in fear. 

“Let’s go.” William said, extending his hand. 

I turned to Alice one more time before walking towards him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door before uttering a small ‘thank you’ to Jack. We walked outside in silence, slowly making our way to our house. I yanked my hand away from his before crossing my arms over my chest while walking faster towards the front door. 

“What’s wrong now?” William questioned. 

“Not out here.” I replied, looking at him over my shoulder. “Let’s talk inside.” 

I walked into the house and took off my heels before walking towards the kitchen, turning the lights on. William followed after me in silence, aggressively taking off his tie while I placed a tea on the stove. My back was towards him, not feeling the need to look at him at the moment. It was like I had pent up anger towards him but I didn’t understand why. 

“You’re going to stay quiet?” William asked, leaning against the counter as he continued to watch me prepare tea. 

“I don’t know what else I’m supposed to tell you.” I replied dryly, placing the teacup in front of him. “First you abuse me, then you trap me in a simulation…” I began and turned to him, watching as he slowly lowered the mug while his face turned pale. 

“You make me think I’m crazy… and then you let them shock my memory away- which by the way, if you haven’t noticed, it did not work.” 

“B-but- How did y-you-” William stuttered. 

“Oh William…” I sighed. “You’re so clueless…” I shook my head. “It’s actually funny.”

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[seal-writes-stuff]

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Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: graphic violence, kidnapping, one mention of frequent hospital visits, vague allusions to The Victory Project and everything that comes with it, Trauma

Summary: Alice Warren is a lot of things and you happen to love every single one. After she mysteriously disappears one day, it’s the only thing that keeps your rage and fear laser-focused.

A/N: Dear followers, today I offer you headcanons that nobody requested with a weird poetry vibe. Tomorrow? Who knows. Also I might’ve taken some liberties with how the simulation works, but hey. Hope you enjoy!

Alice is compassionate.

The first time you meet her, you aren’t looking for it – you aren’t looking for anything at all. Weeks after weeks of hospital visits have exhausted you completely, worn you down to the bone. You’re sitting in a cheap plastic chair in a long, bright corridor, not a single thought in your head; all you want is just to curl up in your bed and sleep for fifty years straight. Maybe you’d still wake up tired.

That’s when you hear her sweet, concerned voice, asking you if you’re okay.

You’d assume a surgeon working a long shift wouldn’t be the one to chat, but surprisingly, you’d be wrong. She really wants to know if something’s the matter. People rarely come here for some happy reasons, she tells you. Whatever you’re feeling, it’s okay.

You cry in her arms for what feels like hours – in the arms of a complete stranger who keeps reassuring you, never once noticing how you stain her work clothes with tears.

Alice is a good friend.

It’s been a few months. You can’t remember the time when she wasn’t your friend, can’t imagine a life that wouldn’t include her. You meet as often as you can, talking about nothing and everything, sharing the things you wouldn’t share with anyone else. It’s like you’re on the same wavelength all the time; you simply get each other.

You keep reminding Alice that she doesn’t have to see you every other day. After all, it’s hard to imagine a job more demanding than hers – you’d understand. And every time Alice tells you that it’s fine. That she loves what she does and she loves spending time with you.

“I’d go crazy sitting at home all day,” she laughs.

Alice is loveable.

You collect the moments you share like you’d collect rare flowers, saving them between the book pages for later. Alice pulling you in a dance in her living room, giggling as you end it with a twirl. Alice showing you her new sundress, asking for your opinion about it with casual intimacy. Alice clinking glasses with you, stars in her eyes.

You think your friend is beautiful. You don’t allow your thoughts to go further than that.

Alice is valuable.

The last time you see her, Alice is venting about her boyfriend – all valid things, you must say, you’d be venting too. Your advice to dump him becomes less and less humorous every time you repeat it. Anyone can fall on hard times - not everyone turns into an entitled leech over that. She tells you it’s okay. Deep down he’s a really good guy, and fights happen. That’s just a part of life.

You think that “deep down” must be quite deep indeed, but you don’t voice it. She clearly loves him, and if she chooses to give him that love then he must deserve it on some level. Either way, it’s not for you to decide.

That night, Alice is wearing her favorite skirt and a big striped sweater. A description burned into your mind as you have to repeat it over and over later.

Alice is gone.

It happens overnight – nobody knows where she went and nobody knows what might’ve happened.

No, she didn’t have any enemies.

No, she wasn’t acting any differently than she normally would.

No. Yes. No. Thank you, that means a lot.

You put up posters with her face every day and cry yourself to sleep every night.

Her boyfriend is standoffish. He’s never liked you and sees no need to pretend otherwise now. You’ve always hated him, didn’t you? You never believed in him. All you wanted is to see them, true star-crossed lovers, apart.

Time and time again, you try to mend that bridge just so you can have the hope of ever finding your friend, but her boyfriend isn’t having any of that. You chalk it up to his wounded pride at first, never denying him the right to resent you. Yet something bothers you about it nevertheless.

Something is off. That’s all you can say and that’s all that you really need

Alice is nearby.

It takes time. It takes effort. It takes an ungodly amount of unimaginably awful podcasts, but you finally get the full picture. It’s terrifying, it’s impossible and it doesn’t make any sense, but it’s the only option.

After a few days of rehearsing the whole things in your head, you follow Jack – you’ve finally managed to learn his name – to what used to be his and Alice’s shared apartment. For someone trying to conceal a brand new human right violation, this man is incredibly careless. He’s so assured in his invincibility that he doesn’t even bother with varying his routes.

You know what you’re doing is illegal, but it doesn’t matter at this point. Doubt is a luxury you can’t afford, not anymore. The law has failed Alice and her boyfriend has failed her too; you aren’t about to do the same.

The door has three locks, yet they’re so shitty that you manage to bypass them all with a few tweaks here and there – you’re lucky today. Jack must’ve gotten sloppier with time. Or maybe he never cared in the first place. Who knows.

Doesn’t matter.

You pass through the hallway and enter the bedroom.

Alice

is

right

there.

It’s a first time you’re seeing the device in action and, for a moment, you forget how to breathe. Gasping, you will yourself to look away from her, from what this despicable stain on humanity has done to her, and stare at Jack instead. He hasn’t entered the simulation yet, but he’s about to do it.

For just a moment, he stares back with fear and confusion in his eyes, and that gives you more than enough time to lunge for his throat.

You fly into a blind rage – one that you’ve never felt before and will never feel after. He tries to fight back, tries to crawl away, tries to plead, cry, scream; you can’t hear any of that. It’s all just noise, buzz in the air. You tear into his flesh with your bare hands, pulling it apart like a rabid animal. His hair is a perfect length to be wrapped around your fist.

You drive him face-first into the floor a few times before his body goes limp. You then do it some more.

You haven’t fought anyone since kindergarten.

You sit up and press your back to the bed frame, gasping for air. Your face burns and you can taste the metal – he must’ve landed some blows. Could be better, could be worse. You’ll live.

Alice.

With the shaking hands, you – gently, ever so gently – you take off her bounds and tie Jack up, just for good measure. It’s okay. They aren’t a part of the device anyway, not really. Those things that keep her eyes open, however, sure are.

What would happen if you just took them off? Would it hurt Alice? Would she survive? Would it cause some type of horrible, irreparable damage to her you can’t even imagine right now? You don’t know. Frank was careful to keep the details away from the general public – the only thing he, unfortunately, was kind of right about. His followers never questioned the inner workings of it all either.

So no way out but through.

Without hesitation, you put the second pair of these nightmarish goggles on, you stare at the changing pattern on the ceiling, you feel your mind go numb. It suddenly occurs to you that, as much as you’ve planned ahead, you really have no idea what you’re doing right now. You aren’t even sure if you’ll keep your memories or come out of this alive.

But there’s no point in wondering. Knowing the answers wouldn’t change anything. You’d try to save her anyway.

“Alice!”

She stands in the middle of a little-too-clean vintage living room, eyes wide, staring at you in numb horror. You realize that you must still be covered in blood – or maybe you aren’t, you’re so agitated that there’s no way to tell. Maybe you look perfectly normal right now. Maybe she’s simply scared of you because you’re a stranger in her perfect house, a stranger who snatched her perfect husband away.

You’ve thought that your tears have dried out completely months ago. For the first time tonight, you’re proven wrong.

“Do you… Remember me?” you ask in a shaking voice, stepping closer carefully. Alice is frozen in place, a weirdly vacant expression on her face. “Do you remember me at all?”

No response. You have no way of knowing what she’s thinking about, but at least she’s there. You’re grasping at straws, trying to come up with something, anything to say. Something that would convince her to let you help.

“Let’s get out of there. Please,” you plead. “If- When we get out of there, you won’t have to speak to me ever again. But please, let’s just-”

You don’t get to finish. Alice wraps you in a tight hug and you start sobbing into the crook her neck.

In a minute you’ll find out that Alice knows a way out – she’s had her own investigation while you had yours. In two minutes you’ll find out that at least one other woman here knows what’s really going on, always did. In five, you’ll leave this awful place behind, chased by a squad of things you aren’t sure are even human.

But right now, this very moment, is just for the two of you.

Alice is safe.

Time crawls at a snail’s pace, but after one day inevitably comes another. Both of you start therapy. Jack gets arrested – for some miraculous reason, you don’t kill him that night after all. The Victory Project comes under investigation; the details are kept under wraps, partly for “the benefit of the survivors’ mental and physical well-being”. You’re sure as hell there isn’t a thing in the world that can damage your mental and physical well-being even further, but there’s nothing left in you to fight this decision. This isn’t even an argument. It’s better to let it go.

You spend every night with Alice and she spends every night with you. You pour your hearts out to each other like never before. In a way, your friendship has changed fundamentally; in a much deeper way, however, it stayed the same. You cook Alice dinner when she comes home after a long day and she lets you sleep in on weekends. For a long time after the whole thing is over, she resents anything resembling housework. You can’t hold it against her.

One night, when you’re watching some endless TV-show - you’ve carefully curated your watchlist to avoid anything 50s-themed - Alice asks you point-blank if you regret it. The violence, the pain, the fear. If you regret hearing about him so much before everything went down, hearing Alice defend him as he was planning to take her life away.

Of course you know the answer. You’ve always known it: no, you don’t regret it at all. You’d go through it all a hundred more times if it meant setting her free. You’d search for months and years and decades if it meant finding her in the end. You’d beat this pathetic excuse of a man again and again, until there was nothing left of him anymore, if it meant letting her choose her own path.

And it’s not her fault that a person she gave all her love to never appreciated it. That’s on him. And Alice deserves none of his shame.

“But what if I left you?” she whispers, some unspoken urgency coloring her tone. “After… Then what?”

You look at Alice and she looks at you, her face illuminated by the TV. There’s a familiar, heartbreaking fear in her eyes that she can’t quite shake; worst of all, a completely understandable fear. You take her hands in yours.

“I’ve meant every word,” you whisper, brushing her knuckles with your thumb. “If we never spoke again, I wouldn’t do anything differently. I mean, I’d live a way sadder life, but that would be my problem.”

Just as the last word leaves your mouth, she kisses you as a promise to stay, to commit to you freely and without force. And you kiss her back, fervently, with endless yearning – as a promise to always find her, to always be there. To love and be loved generously, to love on purpose and to stay by choice.

And after what feels like forever, finally, Alice is home.

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

Alice Chambers || I’m not crazy

[domripley]

Okay so the dom jack x reader x sub reader x dom Alice has turned into switch jack x sub reader x dom Alice dkjdkfj

So here’s a small preview before i take a nap to see if that’ll get rid of my headache

Jack shook his head at her threat, knowing she wasn’t bluffing. “I-I Alice, please let her use her mouth on my cock, Darlin’, please m’need her pretty, wet mouth on me.”

Alice smirked, grabbing the base of his cock. “Go on, puppy, suck his cock.”

[choerypetal]

Author’s blog —

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So I just finished watching Don’t worry Darling and I am still not over how stunning both Harry is as Jack and Florence as Alice. AND I NEED TO WRITE FANFICS FOR THEIR CHARACTERS with either reader insert 😭

gif credit from @harryisart 🏹

[gumballavocadoharry]

Baby Susan; Jack Chambers

Jack and Alice looked in awe at the sweet baby bundle tucked away in her crib. The flamingo crocheted quilt, hugged her tight enough for security. "Alice, isn't amazing how we created something so beautiful?" Alice laid her head on Jack's shoulder.

"Yeah.....look at her little nose," As if on cue, Susan's diaphanous nose twitched like a little bunny. "She has your eyes Alice, and your hair and smile." Alice giggled, while continuing her gaze at her baby girl.

"She has your nose." Jack beamed in pride as seeing that when Susan was born, she looked like a copy of Alice. Despite the colossal jubilation Jack felt at Susan's birth, his mind did bellyache at the fact of Susan only favoring him to a microscopic degree. When he pictured his new offspring, she would have light brown hair with enriching green eyes like her mother and deep dimples like him. She would be a gentle and ladylike soul like Alice, but a stubborn jack rabbit like himself.

But nonetheless, Susan was more than anything he could've dreamed of. She was perfect in everyway. He soft pale skin, her mushy cheeks that he splattered in kisses every moment he got and her benign little cries that she echoed throughout the house for a diaper change or a bottle.

Her personality was already shaping itself. She was a quiet baby, with only a little to say, Susan was a miss independent as she focused her baby brain on doing things herself. She was also obedient; determined to mind the do's and don'ts of her parents. She would stare into their eyes, almost as if asking for approval for an okay to squawk out a cry or to grab something that seemed edgy for her.

Jack and Alice too their positions into their own bed, after reading a goodnight story and kissing the 2 month old baby goodnight. Jack watched from the bed as Alice fixed herself up for bed; her gentle smooth hands rubbing her sheeny face and neck. She stared at herself in the mirror with such modesty yet insufferable pride at the same time.

Alice sat legs crossed while applying her night serum. Her black lingerie layed perfectly around the curves of her body. She finished up before inviting herself next to Jack in the bed. Alice's head hit the pillow before Jack had the chance to ask her if she wanted to indulge in the book the two had started together. But Alice's snores told something different. Jack had to face it, she was home most of the day with Susan and it was a daunting task in itself to care for such a little susceptible infant. I guess it's just me. Jack thought before turning the page of the chapter he already finished.

Soon it turned dusk midnight, Jack asleep with the book page cornered and set aside on the nightstand, spooning Alice as the young couple were snoozing away in the mildly heated pale yellow room, tucked away in azure pixelated covers. That was until a baby's shriek wrested them alive.

Alice dashed into Susan's bedroom; rollers in her hair bouncing along with the lavender robe she covered herself in. Jack laid in bed still; hand going over the empty indention of where Alice's body was.

"Shhh, my butterfly...there, there." Alice cooed through the monitor. Jack was soothed by Alice's sweet song like voice, gently rocking his baby back to sleep. "You just wanted someone to hold you? Well, mommy's here baby....she'll always be there." Jack didn't even recon the smile that had incoherently spread across his face. Alice had said the last part with the gentle voice she always uses. But the feeling of deep admiration and devotion for her baby lingered in her tone which uprooted Jack from his warm spot in the bed, and into Susan's bedroom, where he was greeted by a nursing Susan and a sleepy wife.

Jack was awestruck by the site. The tiny baby was suckling for milk and her sapped mother, laid back in the pale green rocking chair the couple had taken the liberty to make. Mostly Jack. Being the do-it-yourself type of guy, Jack constructed the chair as a present for Alice, like a thank you for carrying the baby. Jack carefully took Susan after she was done with her midnight snack and placed her into the crib.

He then adjusted Alice's top part and carried her into the shared bed they had. "Goodnight my princess," Jack placed a sweet kiss to Alice's cheek. "I love you."

[tiredeyesight]

could you write one with florence pugh? maybe one where we go with her to watch her new movie and we are nervous of the red carpet but florence comforts us ? <333 love your works btw!!!

first red carpet

description : you’re nervous to go onto the red carpet with florence, however she comforts you and reassures you everything will be alright

word count : 514

a/n : finding a red carpet florence pugh gif was pure nightmare fuel there was some really weird ones💀 anyways thank you so much for the request and i hope you enjoy!!💓

florence was going on a red carpet today for the premiere of her new movie, but this time you were her plus one. from hearing other celebrities talk about red carpets it made you feel like you were going to be ate alive. you did some finishing touches on your look and left to go find florence some where around the house.

she was found in the kitchen rummaging around in the fridge which you see more often than expected when you start living together. ‘hey flo, are you ready to go?’ you asked as she spun around to see you. ‘oh my god.’ she started, ‘you look absolutely gorgeous!’ florence started showering you in compliments and in return you did the same.

as soon as the both of you were finished gushing over the other you went downstairs to be picked up for the ride to the premiere. the second you sat down in the overly expensive car everything suddenly started to suffocate you. your leg started bouncing around and you were fidgeting with your hands.

florence noticed your behaviour and put on a soothing hand on your thigh. ‘it’s going to be alright darling, you’ll be with me the entire time’ she began whispering into your ear. ‘if the cameras or the screaming get too much for you then we will just go to interviewers as soon as we can, fuck the pr’ she said making you giggle at the end of her sentence.

a soft smile was set on her face as the car slowly came to a stop. you could hear the crowd, the cameras, the interviewers speaking over the enthusiastic fans. you looked at florence with anxious, tensed eyes. just the sound alone was intimidating, the thought of you having to walk in front of everyone in this slightly uncomfortable outfit and awkward shoes was horrifying.

‘are you sure i’m even going to be liked?’ you asked, ‘of course you are! you are the most likeable person in the entire world, how could they not like you.’ florence started. ‘y/n, you look absolutely stunning and if someone asks you something breathe and then answer honestly. your gonna win everyone’s heart just like you did with me. you got this.’ florence finished with before leaving the car waiting for you outside.

the second you left the car everyone went ballistic, cameras flashed and people started screaming, talking to each other, some even started cheering. florence squeezed your hand reassuringly as you walked down, she stopped every now and then to bring you in close for a picture and then continue foward.

the interviews flew past with you only being asked a very small amount of questions to your relief. the second you got into the cinema was like a fresh breath of air. ‘you did so well, you also looked incredibly hot i have no idea how i didn’t trip over when staring at you’ causing you to let out a laugh. the movie began with you and your girlfriend having soft smiles at the new milestone in your relationship.

[yelenasdiary]

Welcome to Florence Pugh Month!

Welcome to August, aka Florence Pugh month for my blog!!

This month is purely for Florence + her fictional characters. I'll be posting a rage of fics, head cannons, moodboards, fake IG profile concepts & something a little different, video edits.

As always, this is all my own work, including the video edits.

While I still will be working on my current requests, all non Florence + her fictional characters fics won't be posted until September. (Or I might cave & post a sneaky non related fic, who knows).

I hope you guys enjoy what's to come! I'm really excited for this and can't wait to give you all the Flotent I can!

If you'd like to follow my other Florence socials, you can find me on IG & TikTok @floziki 💜 - Enjoy this edit to welcome you x

[harknessxo]

All My Works Masterlist

WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme.

➥ This Masterlist contains all my works, I hope you enjoy 🤗

Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢

MARVEL

Agatha Harkness

Love At First Sight ♤

Summary: When Agatha saw you she knew you were going to be hers.

Unattended ♡

Summary: Agatha has been working all day and leaves you unattended.

You Can Run But You Can’t Hide ♤

Summary: Agatha slowly starts to isolate you so you can only rely on her and her alone but her plan has one flaw.

I’ve missed you ♤♢

Summary: You and Agatha had a twisted history. She had kidnapped you into Wanda’s distorted reality to make you into her perfect wife. She had you under a spell until Wanda freed you. Wanda promised you Agatha would never hurt you again and helped you find a new home where Agatha wouldn’t be able to find you. You had your little house in the middle of nowhere, where you were safe…or so you thought.��(This is also based on the one clip of Rio pinning Agatha to the wall.)

Neighborly Desires ♤♢

Summery: You had recently moved into Westview. Your mother had passed away and you wanted a new start in a small town. Agatha was your neighbor there and she didn’t waste any time welcoming you into town. She thought you were so adorable and so innocent…she wanted to be the one to corrupt you. She needed to be patient, careful, and precise.

Agrio ♢

Summery: The fight scene between Agatha and Rio but with smut.

Unraveling ♡

Summary: For the past three years, Agatha was trapped under the Scarlet Witch’s spell. Trapped in her own mind to play the character of Agnes, the nosy neighbor. But even then she was able to find some sort of happiness, you. At some point, you always found yourself at her house, talking or just watching tv together and in Agatha’s mind it became a romantic comedy where you were her love interest. It was such a refresher after the nightmares of her past she had every night. Then came the day the spell was suddenly lifted. Agatha had finally come to her senses. She had fallen in love again after all these years but were you even real? She had no sense of what was real or fake.

THE GREATEST ♧♡

Summery: Agatha has to make a choice without hurting you.

THE DINER ♤♢♧♡

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, you had the pleasure of being Agatha’s next victim but she takes a liking to you.

Cigarettes out the Window ♢♧♡

Summary: You go into a fight with your parents about your grades and ran to the only safe place you know, Agatha.

Needy ♢

Summary: Agatha finds you touching yourself without permission when she got off work and gives you a much needed punishment.

Hela Odindottir

Too Sweet ♢

Summery: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Okoye

Lesson ♢

Summary: Okoye thinks you're a spoiled brat and deserve a lesson.

Shuri Udaku

No Escape ♤♢

Summary: You tried to escape but there is no escaping her.

Pretty Little Thing ♤♢

Summary: You were sent on a mission to retrieve vibranium from Wakanda for S.H.I.E.L.D. In the process you get caught by the Black Panther.

Queen Ramonda

You Don’t Deserve To Mourn ♧

Summary: When Ramonda drowns, Shuri blames it on you.

The Set Up ♡

Summary: You work as a scientist in Shuri's lab, and one day the Queen walks in to talk with Shuri and T'Challa about something. You find it impossible to take your eyes off of her. Shuri and T’Challa notice and set you both up.

My Queen ♡♢

Summary: The Queen has been having a stressful day so you help her out.

For Your Own Good ♤♢♡

Summary: “When she was told of her husband’s death she was devastated of course, but the first thing on her mind was you. She couldn’t let another person she loved to get killed, not under her watch. She thought the best way to keep you safe was to have you with her at all times, whether you liked it or not.”

Try That Again ♢

Summary: Ramonda had been busy all day and you wanted attention so you decided to have a bratty attitude but she had none of it.

WWE

Charlotte Flair

Not So Permanent ♢

Summary: After Charlotte is suspended for attacking a ref she goes to your office in hopes to change your mind about her punishment.

Revenge ♧♢♡

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

Workout ♤♡

Summary: You and Charlotte went I the gym. A guy thought it was a good idea to mess with you and Charlotte took care of it.

Still Your Mami ♢

Summary: Charlotte congratulates Rhea after their match in more ways than one.

Rhea Ripley

Always Back To You ♧♢♡

Series Summary: Rhea has a one night stand with none other than the tribal chief Roman Reigns. Eventually that one night stand becomes multiple one night stands and her life gets turned upside down.

You Belong To Me ♢?

Summary: You break a rule and Rhea makes sure you get in line.

Revenge ♧♢♡

Summary: You lost your NXT Championship to Lyra while Rhea was gone and she was not happy. When you didn’t succeed at getting it back she and the rest of TJD left you. You found comfort in someone else who also helped get your revenge.

I’m Your Papi ♢

Summary: Rhea has a new papi.

Roman Reigns

Always Back To You ♧♢♡

Series Summary: Rhea has a one night stand with none other than the tribal chief Roman Reigns. Eventually that one night stand becomes multiple one night stands and her life gets turned upside down.

Other

Larissa Weems

Almost Caught ♢

Summary: You acted like a brat towards Larissa and in the middle of your punishment, your family interrupts.

Nightmares ♡♢

Summary: You have been having nightmares and Larissa wants to help you but in the process, feelings rise up.

Alice Chambers

Reminder ♤♢

Summary: A woman flirts with you at the grocery store and Alice shows you who you belong to.

Harley Quinn

Crazy ♤♢

Summary: You were assigned to be Harley Quinn's new psychiatrist and things take a turn.

[jeyramarie]

You and me?- Alice Chambers x Reader (Part 9)

summary: it all comes down to Alice..

wc: 2,273

warnings: cursing, abusive relationship, domestic abuse, homophobia, mentions of blood

a/n: thank you all for your patience ❤️ sorry it took so long, i didn’t mean to :( anyways, merry christmas to everyone!! my heart goes out to everyone having a hard time during the holidays, i love y’all deeply❤️ happy reading 🦋

Part 1~ Part 2~ Part 3~ Part 4~Part 5~ Part 6~ Part 7~ Part 8~ 

William walked around me in silence, walking nervously to the living room. His mind was racing trying to figure out how the plan didn’t work. All he wished was to control me. To do with me what he pleased. He brought us to Victory because of it and his stupid self couldn't plan it well enough. 

“This can’t be happening.” He muttered under his breath, pacing across the living room. “This is… this is not real.” 

“It’s very real, William.” I nodded slowly, making my way closer to the living room. “Ironic, considering none of this is real.” I moved my hands around. 

His chest moved up and down as his breaths became deeper, feeling anger grow through his bones. He stomped over to me, grabbing my jaw tightly as he began to push me backwards until my back hit the wall. My hand went to his wrist as his eyes continued to burn into mine. 

“After all I’ve done for you.” William said with gritted teeth. 

“All you’ve done is make me miserable.” I replied and he released me with a scoff, pushing my head back. 

“Miserable?!” He shouted and chuckled dryly. “You ungrateful bitch… I fixed your fucking life.” 

“You ruined my life.” I muttered, feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

“You had no life!” William spat. “You were always in that fucking hospital and only came home to sleep, how is that living?” 

“I love my job, William.” I replied, pointing at my chest. 

“Work isn’t everything, Y/n.”

“It is for me…” I whispered, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. “It is after you took everything.” 

“I did nothing.” He began, shaking his head. “I gave you everything! I gave you all of this!” 

“You took everything, William!” I shouted. 

“I gave you everything!” 

“You took it all from me when you killed my baby!” I pointed at him, my face raging red in anger as I felt my blood boil. 

“I did nothing.” 

I shook my head and walked forward, hitting his chest repeatedly as he tried to stop me. William grabbed my wrists and pushed me backwards before slapping me across the face, making me tumble against the wall. I blocked his punches before quickly grabbing a bottle of wine, smashing it into his head. 

The glass flew across the room and the red liquid soaked my dress, dripping onto the floor which made it slippery. William was kneeling on the ground, groaning in pain as I tried to walk away from him while slipping in my heels. He quickly turned and grabbed my ankle, making me fall as he began to claw his hands up my leg. 

“Get back here you fucking bitch!” William said with gritted teeth as I groaned, trying to pull my legs away from his grasp. 

“Let me go!” I shouted, finally kicking his hand away before quickly standing up, running towards the bedroom. 

I shut the door and stepped back slowly, noticing that the house remained quiet. Panic creeped into me, making me look around the room in paranoia. A loud banging came from the door with William’s pleas right after. 

“Open the door, Y/n!” He shouted, pounding his fist against the door as I stayed quiet in fear. “I’m gonna fucking kill you if you don’t open this door right now!” 

My hands shook as I tried to open the sliding door that led to the backyard. Maybe if I was fast enough, Alice could help me or maybe I could escape and find her. I finally slid the glass open and in that precise moment, William kicked the door down, stomping angrily towards me as I ran outside. 

His hand encased around my hair pulling me backwards towards him. I yelled in pain, reaching backwards to grab his wrist. William continued to shout at me, dragging me to the bedroom before throwing me into the bathroom floor. 

“Don’t you dare try to contact Alice again..” He said, staring down at me. “You’re gonna stay in here ‘till tomorrow.” 

“No, William..” I whimpered, shaking my head as I began to stand up only to be pushed down again. “You can’t keep me in here!”

“I won’t let you fucking ruin it!” He shouted before slamming the door shut. 

I hurried to my feet and immediately began my attempt to turn the doorknob which of course, did not work. William had locked the door from outside, leaving me trapped. My fist knocked on the door repeatedly as my breath became quicker and more desperate. 

“William!” I called out. “William! Open the door!” 

Silence filled the other side of the door, making me more nervous as my mind raced back to past trauma. I felt as if the walls were closing in on me, leaving me with little to no air. My chest got tight, and I pounded on the door harder than before. 

“William!” I shouted in desperation. “Please, let me out! I can be better! Please, don’t keep me here! Please!”

My knuckles became red and swollen as my fear gave me the adrenaline to continue to punch the door. Pain shot up my arm as my skin began to slowly crack open, letting my blood stain the door. 

“William, please!” I sobbed. “I can be perfect for you, I promise! I can change, I can be better! William, please, let me out!” 

Unknown to me, he was drinking whiskey as he leaned against the kitchen counter. William continued to hear my pleas but remained in his spot, not caring about whether I was panicking or not. He was calm. Almost at peace when someone knocked on the door. Feeling confused, he cautiously went to the front door and opened it, to reveal Alice Chambers. 

“What are you doing here?” William muttered, giving her a look of confusion. 

“I came here to apologize.” She replied shyly, fidgeting with her fingers. “Jack made me realize that I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry.” 

He was about to reply but my screams reached Alice’s ear, making her furrow her brows as she peeked her head inside. 

“Is Y/n okay?” 

“That’s none of your business.” He replied dryly, causing Alice to jump back in surprise. “Was that all?” 

“Yes, that was-” The door was slammed on her face, leaving the blonde standing there in confusion and worry. 

The next morning, I was seated against the door with my legs pulled up against my chest as my head leaned back against the wood. My knuckles were bruised and covered in dried blood from punching the door. 

I got tired of screaming around, what I believe, was midnight. My eyes remained closed as I thought about Alice. I only wished for her to be safe but as long as we stayed here, we were far from that. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, causing me to quickly stand up and turn to the door. It opened to reveal a well-rested William. He had his everyday suit on, and his hair was combed. It seemed like he was getting ready for work. 

“You still want to be better?” He muttered, leaning his shoulder against the wall as I remained quiet. “I trust that you will stay here till I come back..” 

I nodded slightly and he turned around, walking out of the house without uttering another word. Fear still ran through my body as I hesitantly walked out of the bathroom. The house was a mess. There was broken glass on the ground from our fight the night before. It was quiet. As if we stood in the eye of the hurricane. And in some way, we were. 

After cleaning for most of the day, I began to cook dinner before William returned from ‘work’. I settled on the usual steak with mashed potatoes and some veggies. I couldn’t help but think of Alice. Of our many many alone moments together. I thought about my baby. The possibility of having a baby. With Alice. 

“I'm home!” William shouted, walking into the house, breaking my trance as I placed the potatoes on the plates. 

“In here!” I replied and placed the pan down before grabbing the plates as I turned around. 

He stood by the kitchen watching me. I gave him a fake smile and walked past him to the dining room, putting the plates down. My back was towards him, part of my mind didn’t want to face him. I just wanted to run away. Run to Alice and leave this place. 

“What did you do today?” 

“Oh, I just-”

“Jack!” Someone shouted from outside causing me to turn towards the door in question. I turned to William before walking towards the door. 

“Y/n, stop.” He started following after me. “Stay here! Stop!”

I ignored his shouting and turned the doorknob to see Alice standing in the middle of the street, barefoot. Her white dress was covered in blood, and she looked frightened. I began to walk outside and was immediately held back by William. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He threatened with gritted teeth. 

“Let me go.” I pleaded as my eyes filled with tears, pulling back my arm. 

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/n.” William said, pulling me into the house when Bunny shouted, causing the both of us to turn. 

“Run!” She shouted and Alice began to run towards the car. 

The car moved backwards and out of her driveway, part of me believed that she was about to drive away. But she didn't. She stopped right in front of my house. 

“Y/n! Let’s go!” Alice shouted and looked around, checking if anyone was going after her. 

William’s grip tightened around my arm, making me whimper as I tried to move towards the car. 

“Y/n, come on..” The blonde pleaded with sad eyes. “Let’s go, let’s get out of here, come on. Just you and me.” 

I turned to William in tears and silently begged him to let go of my arm. But then desperation crept into my mind as Bill began to fight with Alice, trying to pull her out of the car. I suppose my survival instinct came in and my fist collided into William’s nose, causing him to release me. My legs moved quickly away from the house, going around the car to climb inside. 

“Drive! Drive!” I shouted as the blonde pushed her foot into the accelerator, causing the car to rush forward. 

“Are you okay?!” She asked, giving me a worried look before turning to the road. 

“I’m fine but what happened to you? You have blood all over you-” I stopped. “Where’s Jack?” 

Alice remained quiet, driving away from the people in red suits that kept following us. Her silence was enough to know that he was dead. All that blood belonged to him as she remained unharmed. 

“Oh my god..” I whispered in fear. 

“We’re going to get out.” Alice assured me, turning to me and then to the road. 

I nodded slightly and leaned over, pecking her cheek repeatedly. “I love you.” I whispered and returned to my seat to see a yellow car to my right with a man reaching out to me. 

He scratched my skin, attempting to grab me. The car swerved from side to side as another car pulled up to Alice’s side. I shouted as the guy pulled me towards him while I pushed back, telling him to let go of me. 

“Stop!” I shouted. “Get off!” 

Suddenly, Alice slammed her foot on the breaks, making the cars clash together. Fire erupted from both vehicles as the blonde drove around it as we both stared in shock. We got closer to headquarters when more cars drove near us. 

“Alice, there’s more.” I announced, looking behind us as she looked through the rearview mirror. 

“We’re almost there.” She replied and drove up the hill faster as they came closer. 

“You have to go faster.” I said, never parting my eyes from the cars as Alice kept going up the hill. 

After some time, she crashed into the side, causing my body to hit the door. We were stuck. Alice pushed her foot into the accelerator a few times before leaning back on her seat. 

“We’re stuck here.” She muttered. I heard distant engines roaring as I climbed out of the car and ran to her side, opening the door before reaching my hand forward to grab hers. 

“We have to run, come on.” I pulled her out of the car, and we began to run up the hill desperately, noticing that the men were climbing up the side of the mountain. 

The small pebbles got stuck under my shoes, making me take off my heels before resuming my run. Alice gripped my hand tightly, taking deep breaths as the heat seeped into our skin. 

The stairs finally came into view as we quickly climbed them, stopping on the platform. I looked behind me and saw a glimpse of William’s car. I wasn’t going to leave with Alice. At least not right now. She stood in front of me, catching her breath and I wrapped my arms around her from behind, feeling as she relaxed against me. 

“Go look for me.” I whispered against her ear. “I love you.” 

She turned in confusion to see William running up the steps to grab my arm. Alice stepped forward to pull me towards her, but he was too quick. I was pulled backwards to crash against a hard chest and a bruising grip. 

“Go.” I said, fighting against William’s hold. “Alice, go! Just leave!” 

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[jacesvelaryons]

Can you write something about Jacaerys velaryon x targaryen wife reader

Where she gives birth to a baby that looks like jace and it bothered alicent but they don't care? :3

Saving Face (Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!Reader)

(a/n): i’m sorry this request took over a year but my, what a great idea! i hope you like it

word count: 3.0k

summary: with what was supposed to be a happy moment in the new chapter of your family with jacaerys, only wounds linger when your mother is unhappy with your child's appearance.

warnings: slight angst, family tensions, complicated family relationships, implied incest (the targaryen way), not alicent hightower friendly

request status: OPEN

The joy of his newborn child is nearly eclipsed by the fear that his beloved would be called to face the same humiliation his mother endured upon his birth.

Even in distress, his beautiful wife still looked otherworldly silver hair spun in gold, and with her pale lavender eyes, he would not have that ginger sucker of joy to rob him from this life changing celebration. His relief that his beloved survived the precarious birth, worried about her lithe frame and the prostration it weighed on her during the pregnancy.

His little boy, his beloved son, a fragment of the other half of soul and his own. He is perfect, with his ten little toes and fingers, and he is all his.

Jacaerys is thankful his mother was in the birthing room with him and his wife, breaking protocol (as always) to be with the mother as she went into labour. Without her, he thinks he would’ve been hysterical and lost his mind without her guiding hand and comforting presence in seeing Y/N in distress.

“Where is my mother?” Y/N cradles the babe to her breast, as he suckled in his mother’s warmth and he feels his heart drop to his stomach as her face contorted in disappointment.

The child yearned for nourishment, and the midwives guided the young mother so she could feed the child with her milk.

The Dowager Queen remained unyielding even as her step-daughter arose as Queen, and she was still given some privileges even with her dispute with his mother. The marriage of Jacaerys and Y/N, her youngest daughter, was made as a desperate attempt to patch the two sides together and make peace as his mother sat on the Iron Throne.

Her mother attended the wedding, wearing a dark muted forest green that still appeared obsidian in certain angles, but the flame patterns could not be missed on her gown.

A mockery indeed as if she did not accept his mother’s ascendance to the throne and wanted her small rebellions in forms of cloth, he would not grant her the satisfaction of his reaction, for the sake of the realm and his wife, her daughter. It would be too scandalous to do so.

When his beloved was called abed, all pretense of dignity and calm collapsed underneath him. Whatever confident front he had broke apart as fear consumed him, sweat dripping from his forehead, hands shaking, heart beating wildly as he realized his wife was to cross the barrier between life and death to birth their child.

Seeing Y/N’s clean white robes stained the bed in scarlet as she quickens and the pain increases as the babe nears reminds him of the chills whenever he walks the path from the princess’ chambers to the queen’s, the same path forged in blood when his mother then Princess Rhaenyra, the crown princess and heir to the Throne, had to face the humiliation called upon by her stepmother, now Queen Dowager Alicent.

His blood boils when he sees the auburn former queen walk that path meekly nowadays on her way to see her daughter, as if it was all an act when she had pulled rank and caused so much suffering to his beloved mother. Jacaerys fears his wife, now the Princess of Dragonstone will have to walk those same halls, perform the same walk of shame and mummery with all the courtiers of the Keep to bear witness.

There is no possibility he will allow her to endure the same, he would bring fire and blood to all of Westeros shall she have to face that, yet it brings him relief when he reminds himself that woman is no longer Queen but his mother is, Queen of her own right and first of her name, and yet all the same, that woman is also his mother-in-law, mother to his darling. And grandmother to the child that shares his blood.

Jacaerys never left the side of his wife even when her birth continued onto the hour of the wolf, his hands intertwined with her own, assuring kisses on her temple and cheek and encouraging her when she would cry she wanted to relent. Across from him stood his mother, whose locks resembled her half sister and his wife, an experienced mother who has felt such joy and such sorrow too, with a maternal comfort gained with experience.

He would not allow a woman filled with hate to the brim in her heart to rob him of the joys of fatherhood and the relief of his wife safe and sound after such birth to their babe. Jace felt relief like no other when he began to see the dark haired head of the child crowning, and the guttural, final scream she exerted as the child exited her womb.

Jacaerys comforted and whispered assurances of gratitude and encouragement to his lady wife, that she be reminded how grateful he was of her efforts to grow their family, of her devotion and love for him, and fulfilling her duty with nothing but grace, peppering kisses all over her flushed face.

As he caressed the fine hair of his child much like own while he fed from his mother’s breast, his elated expression dropped as if in a chilling reminder when she asked for her mother. As despicable as that woman was, he could not deny her wishes if it brought her reprieve. Jace smiled and promised her that she would be coming and has been informed of the birth of her new grandchild.

When Y/N was beyond earshot, he approached the young midwife with a hardened gait, grinding through his teeth. “If the Dowager Queen wishes to see the prince, she will make her way here herself. She can walk, can she not?!"

While his wife was preoccupied and in isolation during the last few months of the pregnancy, Jace had made efforts to convince his mother to move the Lady Alicent to the second floor below the palace where the current royal family lived. “To remind her of what she’s done to us and may feel the pain we have endured.” He told Queen Rhaenyra, who was hesitant but accepted afterwards.

Jacaerys marched his way outside the ornate doors where his wife and their babe rested, raising his chin and standing with his chest puffed out, a cold indifferent expression, back straightened and fists clenched white as his wife’s mother made her way up the stairs with difficulty.

In the years since her queenship, the then young queen had begun to develop striking pain all over her body, especially down her spine and legs no matter what the maesters or foreign healers would advise. Jacaerys thought it was fitting for when he would make his mother walk up with him and his newborn siblings, bleeding across the hallways and staircases due to the green queen’s attempt to humiliate them.

Perhaps he is his mother’s son, as diplomatic, gracious, intelligent and cunning as he may be, grudges linger.

He could hear a pin drop as the auburn haired woman nearly stumbled down the final stairs and tripped over her gown, with a few septas rushing over to assist her but he showed no commiseration.

The doors swung open as Alicent limped towards her daughter’s bedside, slightly softening in consolation her daughter was safe in childbirth and the child was kicking like a goat.

“Praise the Mother, my girl.” She brushed her blood-smeared fingers over her silver hair shakily, whispering. He did not miss the glimpse of disappointment when she noticed the dark brown hair of the child, even when the boy had her pale lavender eyes.

Alicent cleared her throat, avoiding the gaze of those around her. “I see that the prince strongly resembles his father.”

Jacaerys’ eyes narrowed in suspicion, instinctively reaching towards the pommel of his Valyrian steel sword. “Is that supposed to be a problem, Dowager?” He stomped forward, hovering above his wife and child.

“Not at all, my prince. He is a handsome boy-”

Queen Rhaenyra noticed the tension beginning to develop and interrupted with a smile. “She means no ill, Jacaerys. Merely an observation.”

“An observation?! She wished to have us named as bastards to replace you as heir with one of her spawns and humiliate you.” He raised his voice, accusatory at his mother’s former adversary, and he could feel Lucerys next to him, pulling him away to calm him.

His wife Y/N, exhausted and delirious from the birth, began to grow pale and overwhelmed from the commotion around her, just as her babe broke out in tears and wailed. The Queen ordered everyone but Jacaerys to exit the room and give the family their space. The door shut with a thunderous thud.

…

Hours later, the midwives finished cleaning up the afterbirth, bathed and cleaned the lady and the child before they both fell asleep in new linen sheets and fed.

Jacaerys never left his young family’s side, despondent he had lost his cool, distressing his family during a vulnerable moment, turning what should have been a celebration into an altercation.

He cringed as he could only imagine what the murmurs and whispers about his behaviour and the events that followed with his wife’s mother would share about him. He had brought this upon himself and his family.

AS Y/N began waking from her first rest since the labours, he turned to her as soon as he could hear her rise from her sheets, reaching for her hands in his.

“I have failed you, wife. I should have protected you but I have only raised in anger over old wounds and created altercations when I should have.” Jacaerys felt his tears brim, cheeks red with ignominy and shame.

Her eyes fluttered awake, still weary from the long delivery but visibly more rested already. She shook her head in understanding with an enervated sigh.

“I understand your relationship with my mother has been tense, for what she had done to Her Grace and your family. But I can assure her she has changed, if she is not with me, she is on the knees at the Sept begging for forgiveness and giving alms-”

“She looked at our son the same way she used to look at me and my brothers as children, when she would use her tongue to call us bastards! I fear she will do the same to you and the boy. What good will alms do if she still wishes to see me and our son six feet under ground for the colour of our hair!?” Jacaerys exclaimed, lips quivering in fear as he felt tears brim in his eyes.

Y/N brought their son closer to her arms, only comforted by the sight of her child and her beloved.

“I will handle her, trust me. She thinks I do not pay attention to these things, but I do.” She reaches her free hand to his, unmoving to not wake the babe and squeezes his larger palms into her own.

Jacaerys sniffles, wiping his tears with his sleeve. “I do not wish to drive you apart from your mother, my love. I only worry about you and our family’s safety, and the throne. That you and our son may not suffer on my behalf.”

Their son had just begun to fall asleep in her arms, and she began bouncing him instinctively, quickly gaining the ropes of what it took to be a good mother. Jacaerys knew she would be nothing like her own mother, eagerly learning from his mother Queen Rhaenyra, speaking with other royal and noble mothers and even listening to wet nurses and nannies on how to rear children best.

“Are you sure you can handle this conversation? Would you like me outside or in the room with you?” He asks with uncertainty, not entirely confident with his wife even with her own mother.

The wife of the heir to the Iron Throne and Princess of Dragonstone nods fiercely. “You forget I am a dragon too. We do not bow to these snakes that suck from their prey.”

…

In the overmorrow on the first day of spring, Y/N had just put her son in his cradle, handcrafted in limestone and marble with seahorses and dragons, lined with sheets of silk with pearls and aquamarines, befitting the future King, and the scion of Houses Targaryen and Velaryon.

She hummed as she watched him sleep, having gone through feeding him herself to the surprise of the wet nurses she had followed through, unlike most royalty. She swore she would leave nursing and care to others if she had no other choice.

Underneath sat the hearth of the magenta and mauve swirled dragon egg surrounded by pieces of coal, emitting whirls of smoke that signified the life alive in those eggs. The egg was special as it was the first from her young ride, a nervous flighty thing who only managed to hatch when she found out she was expecting herself, rarely only having one dragon when most on Dragonstone laid many.

As she hums old Valyrian nursery hymns from the crypts of ancient Valyrian text retrieved from the tombs of the Keep’s libraries, she recognizes the steps of her mother without a glimpse.

In her jade hued robes, Lady Alicent was quaint yet undaunted to remind the court of her former standing as once the queen who ruled these halls. A black veil hid part of her auburn hair that turned to flames in certain lighting.

Her mother grimaces with a smile that does not reach her eyes, but relief is painted all over her being. “You are well, daughter? I presume so is the babe.”

Y/N curtly interrupts her. “The babe is your grandson, my child when I am your flesh and blood, mother. Most importantly, he is the future heir to the throne, second in line to my husband.”

Alicent frantically fidgets with her fingers, tugging at her old emerald rings in consternation.

“Of course, yes. His name, Aemon, is fitting for a future monarch.” She could hear the strain in her mother’s words, laced with lies. All her life she had learned those sealed with malice and deceit.

“You forget yourself, mother. My husband and my children are of the blood of the dragon, as do I. You do not understand the ways of the dragon, in your jealousy of wanting to unseat my sister and put Aegon on the throne. Your attempts to disgrace and dispossess my future husband and his brothers has brought the Stranger hanging over mine and my own son’s head!” Y/N chides in betrayal, voice tinged with disbelief her mother would do such a thing.

“Y/N-”

“I could not believe you, mother, that you still harbour such ill will after many years. My marriage with Jacaerys should have buried whatever disagreements you may have had with Queen Rhaenyra, but you value imbuing hate and division on this house more than choosing the peace and stability of this kingdom!”

“Your husband and your son are unbecoming of what Targaryen princes are supposed to look like-” The Dowager attempted to reason, but was impeded as her daughter held an imposing hand towards her.

“Unbecoming? Have you not glimpsed into a mirror? You are nothing of what a Targaryen queen should be, a mere second son’s daughter who brought nothing of value to the throne, and only sought discord to advance her family. Who replaced the Targaryen tapestries with ones of the Seven in hopes of bringing your radicalism to the rest of the kingdom!”

Guards barge in the doors of the babe’s nursery, their armour and swords clattering loudly in the quiet hall.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Y/N coldly turns away from her mother, even as she frowned the same way she would. “By order of the Princess of Dragonstone with the seal of approval of the Prince of Dragonstone and the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms,

I order your arrest for treason, and insubordination not only for your past grievances but your efforts to call my son a bastard. You will be stripped of your privileges of Queen Dowager, and turned into a septa who will serve the Seven for all her days.”

The former queen is astonished, struggling among the grips of the soldiers who surround her. “Daughter, you are mistaken, please do not do this to me. For all I have sacrificed for this realm and for your father, you must understand why I am the way I am.” She pleaded on her knees, hands clasped as she cried for mercy.

“No, you have served your ambitions and my late grandsire’s treacherous longing for power and the throne, that you would put the Hightower banners and replace Targaryen customs with the Seven and southern ways, that you would tear the kingdom apart for it. I have given you too many chances, forgiving you and turning the cheek in hopes you have accepted it and at least been happy for me, but I am a fool. I am not as forgiving as my father was to your digressions!”

Y/N paced slowly around her mother, sorrow on her face, but no regret or forgiveness.

“You are lucky I will not be putting you in a cell, because for better or for worse, you are still the mother who birthed me. But you would understand, there is nothing a mother would do to grant protection to her children.”

The princess dazed into the window, grasping onto the rails as she heard her mother being dragged out the halls and stripped of her royal ordinances. She could feel herself biting into her nails nervously after years of no longer doing so.

Jacaerys sauntered carefully, approaching his wife with comfort, rubbing her shoulders and bringing her into his arms, looking down at their son as he slept.

“Was I not too cruel, Jace?” She whimpered, weeping into his arms as she was devastated at whether treating her own kin in such a way was a fatal mistake.

He rests his chin on the top of her head before pressing kisses on her temple. “I understand why this troubles you, wife. As abominable and misguided she was, you still are her blood, her daughter.”

She glimpsed at her son, cooing at him as he quietly sleeps. “As a mother, I want to be nothing like her. My son will never be safe while she is around.”

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Also found some of the dom Alice chambers smut I was working on a long time ago

[nebulaafterdark]

The Rats Pt. 2

Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

18+ ONLY, MDNI

Part 1

“Princess Y/N of house Velaryon.” The guard announces.

Rhaenyra’s heart skips a beat, surely he is mistaken.

“Mother,” Y/N says, racing toward her. “Your grace,” she corrects herself.

Rhaenyra wraps her eldest child in her arms. “Mother will do just fine.”

Y/N buries her face in Rhaenyra’s shoulder.

“How did you get here?” Aegon would never let her go of his own free will.

“Daemon,” Y/N breathes. Knowing that her stepfather will owe her for the half truth.

“Where are the children?”

“In King’s Landing.” Y/N tells her, “to keep Aegon’s wits about him in my absence. He wants to come to an agreement, he’s more than willing to bend the knee. I only ask that he and Helaena be spared…as for Aemond Targaryen, he is a murderer.” Y/N’s voice breaks, “we will avenge the murder of my brother.”

Rhaenyra’s strokes a hand over her hair, feeling the dark waves that remind her of Lucerys. “Aegon and Helaena will receive full pardons based on your testimony. Rest assured I appreciate what you have done on my behalf.”

“Thank you.” Y/N pulls back marginally, realizing her mother’s pregnant belly should be between them. “Where is the babe?”

Rhaenyra shakes her head.

Y/N covers her mouth with her hand, “I am terribly sorry.”

“It is no fault of yours, darling girl.”

“I should have been here with you.”

“When I offered your hand in marriage, I had no idea Aegon was capable of love. It has complicated all of this.”

Y/N nods, “speaking of my husband. I should send word that I am well, lest he take out his frustration on Dragonstone.”

Rhaenyra taps her chin, affectionately. “I will fetch a scroll.”

————————————————————————-

Aegon’s youngest son is the only one of his children to share Y/N’s dark locks. His wife insisted they name him Aegon. After my dearest love. She said.

Aegon agreed of course as he can deny her nothing. The child wails nonstop, in the absence of his mother. At all of four months old, Aegon is the only one who can quiet him besides Y/N. As such, the King is now attending the small council meeting with a babe in his arms.

Their daughter, Dahlia, the eldest of the twins will sit the iron throne one day, through his line of succession and Rhaenyra’s. At all of six, she is sitting at the table. His other children Visera and Laenor have not been properly protected under the guard, they too must stay in his sightline.

“Gods be good.” Alicent frowns at her son.

“What is it?” Aegon huffs, arching a brow at her.

“The small council is no place for children, your grace.” Alicent explains. “They would be better tended by their maids.”

Aegon nods, “right. As you all know, two nights ago, the Princess Helaena was attacked in the children’s chambers. Our heirs were threatened and Queen Y/N was taken from us. During which time, not a single guard could be found on the entirety of the royal floor! Because you were-”

Aegon looks to his children in turn, “cover your ears my darlings.” He smiles, waiting until they have done as they’re told, holding his own hand over his infant’s ear. “Where were we, mother? Oh, that’s right, no one was guarding my children because you were fucking the royal guard.”

The council members lower their heads in acknowledgement.

“The men who carried out this attack, entered under the guise of rat catching. I want them found and swiftly executed.” Aegon demands, patting his sleeping son’s leg.

“We have been interrogating rat catchers for days, thus far we have no leads.” Otto explains.

A slow smile spreads over the King’s face. “Then hang them all.”

Alicent blanches.

“Anything else?” Aegon asks, watching Visera begin toying with Otto’s chair.

“A letter arrived from Dragonstone, your grace.” Lord Tyland informs him.

“Oh?” Aegon says, “from Rhaenyra?”

“From Queen Y/N.”

Aegon swallows, “did you read it?”

“No, my King.”

“Good,” Aegon reaches for the rolled parchment.

‘My dearest Aegon,

Please know that I am well. We would like to begin negotiations to end the blockade and create a peaceful transfer of power. This will require your cooperation, I hope you will meet me at Dragonstone to discuss this matter farther.

Forever yours,

Y/N’

Aegon exhales, sharply.

“What is it, your grace?”

“The children and I are off to Dragonstone.”

“Whatever for?”

“To negotiate the terms of Y/N’s return.”

“My King…”

“And if you cannot agree on said terms?” Alicent asks.

Aegon frowns, lifting a shoulder. “To war then.”

“He is unhinged,” Otto whispers to his daughter.

“As I warned he would be.” Alicent rises from her seat. “He is quite…devoted to her.”

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“It has been three days since you sent word to King’s Landing. We must assume Aegon’s silence is his response.” Daemon seethes, around the drawing table.

“Give it time.” Y/N insists, “you owe me that.”

Daemon smirks, “I owe you nothing, spoiled thing.”

“Mmm,” Y/N hums. “My mother does not yet know how I came to be here.”

“And you are not going to tell her. Otherwise, my distaste for your usurping cunt of a husband will be demonstrated at length.”

Sunfyre roars, calling their attention to the nearest window.

Daemon huffs, “I’ll be damned.”

“And he’s brought the children.” Y/N rejoices, running out to join her family.

Jacaerys is already helping to unload her children from the makeshift carriage on the dragon’s saddle.

“Mother!” Dahlia and Visera charge Y/N nearly knocking her backwards.

Laenor runs after them with his little legs as Aegon the fourth, stares at her, babbling in his father’s arms.

Y/N is moved to tears, “you came.”

“You didn’t think I would?” Aegon cocked his head to the side.

“It’s a rather large ask,” Y/N explains.

“For you, the world.” He replies, with a kiss to her temple. “Now, where is Rhaenyra? We have much to discuss.”

“Her grace will join us soon.”

Aegon nods, “I request a small audience, before the council.”

“That can be arranged.”

“After which your brother might tend the children whilst you show me your quarters.” Aegon whispers.

Y/N smirks, “of course.”

Part 3

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