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Scorched Hearts XI

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Valaena and Aemond reunite with their family, and tensions rise at dinner.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Dragons, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Fingering, Oral Sex, P in V, Cock Warming.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 6480

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Rhaenyra paced the now-empty council chamber, her footsteps echoing softly as she fiddled with her rings.

Nearly six years had passed since Silverwing and Vhagar had been presumed lost in the waters of Shipbreaker Bay, carrying Aemond and her beloved daughter, Valaena, to their deaths.

The pain of losing Valaena had been an agony like no other—her sweet, spirited girl, taken so young, her life snuffed out before it had truly begun.

In the years since, Rhaenyra had found herself drawn to solitude, often seeking the quiet of her balcony to gaze at the stars. She would tell herself that one of them was Valaena, watching over her, a gentle light in the dark.

At other times, she’d mount Syrax and fly to Shipbreaker Bay, where she’d stand on the shore and stare at the waves, willing them to give her back her child.

For a moment, she would almost believe that if she stood there long enough, she would see her daughter walking toward her, stepping out of the mist and foam.

Now, with news of Silverwing and Vhagar sighted over Blackwater Bay, a swirl of hope and dread filled her heart.

What if it wasn’t Valaena? What if someone else had claimed her daughter’s beloved Silverwing?

She didn’t want to open her heart to hope, only to have it torn apart again. She would not survive it.

A soft knock at the door shattered her thoughts. She swallowed, her hands trembling as she composed herself.

“Come in,” she managed, her voice wavering.

The door opened slowly, and as Rhaenyra looked up, her heart stopped. Valaena stood there, framed in the doorway, alive and real.

Rhaenyra couldn’t breathe, frozen as she took in the sight of her daughter—the daughter she’d mourned, who now stood before her as if she’d never left.

Valaena seemed taller now, her features a blend of the girl Rhaenyra had lost and the woman she had become.

Wordlessly, Rhaenyra stepped forward, her hand reaching out, her fingers quivering as they brushed against Valaena’s shoulder.

The touch was solid and warm, and Rhaenyra’s breath hitched as she felt the reality of her child beneath her fingers.

“You’re here,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’re real.”

Valaena took her mother’s hand gently, grounding her. “Yes, Mama. I’m real, and I’m home.”

In a heartbeat, Rhaenyra pulled her daughter into a fierce embrace, sobs wracking her as she held Valaena as tightly as she could.

“My girl,” she gasped, over and over. “My little girl.” She buried her face in Valaena’s hair, inhaling her scent, as if she could somehow imprint it in her heart forever.

Finally, Rhaenyra pulled back just enough to cup Valaena’s face in her hands, her thumbs brushing gently across her cheeks.

“I thought you were dead,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Valaena’s own eyes shimmered as she looked at her mother. “I know. I’m so sorry for all the pain I caused you.”

Rhaenyra shook her head, her hands still cradling Valaena’s face as if afraid she might disappear if she let go.

“No, my sweet girl. I’m sorry—for making you feel that you couldn’t come to me.”

A shadow passed over Valaena’s face. “Do you hate me?”

Rhaenyra’s heart twisted as she shook her head emphatically. “No, I could never hate you. Perhaps, someday, we’ll speak of all that has happened. But for now-” she took a shaky breath, pressing a tender kiss to Valaena’s brow, “-I’m just so grateful to have you home.”

The two held each other, finding solace in the closeness that they had both longed for over years apart, a fragile, precious reunion sealed with the unbreakable bond that they’d shared since Valaena’s first breath.

Valaena looked at her mother with a soft smile and said, “Would you like to meet your grandchildren?”

Rhaenyra’s face lit up, and she replied, “Please.”

Valaena called out to Aemond, and the door opened as he entered with Rhaegar and Elaena at his side, and little Daenys nestled in his arms.

Valaena gently introduced each child, beginning with, “This is Rhaegar.” He stepped forward, bowing politely.

“Your Grace,” he said, his voice steady, though his violet eyes revealed a spark of curiosity.

Then Valaena moved her hand toward her daughter, “And this is Elaena.” The little girl, with her thumb firmly in her mouth, pressed herself shyly against Aemond’s leg, peeking out from behind his cloak.

“And this,” Valaena continued, her voice softer, “is Daenys.” She reached over to stroke Daenys’ cheek, who gazed back with wide, inquisitive eyes.

Rhaenyra’s expression softened as she took in each child, and then she looked up at Aemond, her gaze steady. “Aemond.”

Aemond met her eyes and replied with a curt, “Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra nodded. “You and I need to have a conversation, but that can wait. For now, may I hold my granddaughter?”

Aemond glanced at Valaena, who nodded her consent. He stepped forward, carefully passing Daenys to Rhaenyra.

As she cradled the baby, Rhaenyra’s face softened even more, her own hands steady as she pressed a gentle kiss to Daenys’ forehead.

She looked into the child’s curious, trusting eyes for a moment before handing her back to Aemond.

Rhaenyra then knelt to Elaena’s level, giving the little girl a warm smile. “Hello, little one. I’m your grandmother.”

Elaena took her thumb out of her mouth, studying Rhaenyra’s face before saying, “You smile like Mama.”

Rhaenyra chuckled softly. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

Elaena gave a tiny nod, but she still kept close to Aemond, her small hand gripping the edge of his cloak. Rhaenyra rose and turned to Rhaegar, studying him closely. “My, you favour your father in looks,” she said, a gentle smile on her face.

Rhaegar’s expression shifted with a flash of pride, and he said, “Thank you,” his voice small but sincere.

Then Rhaenyra’s gaze drifted to Valaena’s rounded stomach, her eyes widening with realization. “I see I am to have another grandchild.”

Valaena smiled, her hand resting protectively over her belly. “Yes-a surprise, but a welcome one.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes softened as she replied, “Those are the best kind.” Her gaze drifted over Aemond’s shoulder, noticing two unfamiliar faces standing just behind him.

“Ahh yes-” Valaena said, following her mother’s gaze. “This is Lirri and Arro”

Rhaenyra inclined her head in polite greeting, acknowledging the two who had evidently served her daughter and good son well.

Just then, Daenys began to fuss, her small face creasing. Aemond lifted her onto his shoulder, swaying slightly from side to side, murmuring softly to calm her.

Rhaenyra watched, almost mesmerized, as Aemond soothed his youngest with the practiced ease of a father.

“Mama,” Elaena tugged at Valaena’s dress, her voice soft with exhaustion. “I tired.”

Valaena brushed her hand gently over her daughter’s hair. “You’ll sleep soon, my sweet.”

Rhaenyra took in the scene with a quiet smile, then turned to call for Ser Erryk. He entered swiftly, awaiting her command.

“Ser Erryk, will you escort Valaena, Aemond, and their children to the empty royal chambers in Maegor’s Holdfast? There is ample room for the family and space enough for a nursery. There are also suitable lodgings for Lirri and Arro, as I imagine you would like them to remain in your service.”

Valaena nodded gratefully. “Yes, we would.”

Rhaenyra smiled warmly. “I’ll let you all get settled. And, Aemond-” she said, glancing at him, “I’m sure you’ll want to see your mother and siblings as well.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” Aemond replied with a respectful nod.

Rhaenyra inclined her head. “Then let us meet for dinner later.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” Valaena agreed.

As Valaena turned to leave, Rhaenyra felt a surge of emotion she couldn’t quite contain. “Wait,” she called out.

Valaena paused, turning back, and Rhaenyra crossed the room quickly, pulling her into a tight embrace. She whispered softly, “I just wanted to be sure.”

Valaena hugged her mother back, her voice steady and filled with warmth. “I’m here, Mama. I’m here.”

With that, Valaena and Aemond gathered their children and followed Ser Erryk, leaving Rhaenyra alone in the council chamber, her heart brimming with both the joy of reunion and the quiet ache of years lost.

In the quiet of the chamber, Valaena sat back against the cushioned armchair, watching the dim flickering light from the candles cast soft shadows across the walls.

Elaena was already fast asleep on the bed, her small form nestled securely in Lirri's arms. Nearby, Daenys was in Arro's gentle hold, swaddled and calm as he slowly rocked her, humming a low lullaby.

Rhaegar, standing beside Valaena’s chair, looked around the sparsely furnished room, his young brow knitting together.

"It's very dark in here, Mama," he murmured.

Valaena gave him a gentle smile, reaching out to brush a hand through his silver hair. "I know, my love. But once we have our things here, I’m sure it will brighten the place up."

She glanced over at Aemond, who sat in a wooden chair by the door, tapping his fingers restlessly against the armrest.

His gaze kept straying to the doorway, his lips pressed into a thin line of anticipation.

Sensing his urge to go, Valaena spoke softly, “It’s alright, Aemond. If you want to go see your mother, go.”

Aemond turned to her, his expression conflicted. “I don’t wish to leave you alone.”

Valaena chuckled lightly. “I’m not alone. Arro and Lirri are here.” She looked at him with quiet understanding, encouraging him to go.

Taking a deep breath, Aemond finally stood, adjusting the front of his leather jerkin. Just then, Rhaegar tugged on his father’s hand, looking up with a curious expression.

“Where are you going, daddy?”

“To see your grandmother,” Aemond answered gently.

Rhaegar tilted his head in confusion. “But-we just saw her.”

Aemond chuckled, ruffling his son’s hair. “You have more than one grandmother.”

Rhaegar’s eyes widened with intrigue. “I do?”

Aemond nodded, a faint smile on his face. “And uncles and an aunt as well.”

Rhaegar’s face lit up, and he looked at his mother, clearly eager. “Can I come with you?”

Valaena met Aemond’s gaze, a look of encouragement in her eyes.

Aemond turned back to Rhaegar with a soft smile. “If you want to, yes.”

“I do!” Rhaegar’s face shone with excitement, and he nodded emphatically.

Valaena leaned down and cupped Rhaegar’s face, her expression tender. “Be a good boy, alright?”

“I will, Mama,” Rhaegar promised earnestly.

Aemond stepped forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Valaena’s forehead. “I’ll be back soon,” he murmured. “I love you.”

She smiled, her hand resting over his as he pulled away. “I love you too.”

With a final glance, Valaena watched them leave, Aemond’s protective arm around Rhaegar’s shoulders as they disappeared down the dim corridor.

The door closed softly, leaving the room cloaked in quiet once more.

Aemond and Rhaegar made their way through the winding corridors of the Red Keep, the shadows and hallways stretching out before them.

Rhaegar, small, wide-eyed and unsure, clung tightly to his father’s hand as they walked.

Every now and then, he tugged on Aemond's hand, and at last, he paused, kneeling down to meet his son’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, Rhaegar?” Aemond asked gently.

Rhaegar looked around, glancing nervously at the servants and guards who had stopped to stare as they passed.

"People are staring at us, Daddy."

Aemond gave him a reassuring smile, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, tresy. They’re looking at me, not you” (Son).

Rhaegar’s brows furrowed as he whispered, “Are you okay, Daddy?”

Aemond’s smile softened. “I will be” He stood and, with a deep breath, took Rhaegar’s hand in his once more.

Together, they walked onward until they arrived before the heavy door of Alicent’s chambers. Aemond raised his hand to knock but hesitated, his fingers curling.

He felt Rhaegar squeeze his other hand and, glancing down at his young son, he smiled—a reminder of his courage.

Steeling himself, Aemond knocked, and a moment later, his mother’s voice called from within, “Come in.”

Opening the door, Aemond’s breath caught. Alicent was sitting by the window beside Helaena, both of them sewing.

At the sight of him, Alicent froze, her needle slipping from her fingers.

“A-Aemond-” she whispered, slowly rising from her seat, disbelief and joy fighting for dominance on her face.

She approached him cautiously, her hand reaching out, as if he might disappear if she moved too quickly.

Gently, she cupped his face, her thumb tracing the scar on his cheek. “I thought you were dead,” she murmured, voice trembling.

Aemond took her hand, squeezing it gently. “No, Mother. I’m alive.”

A relieved smile broke across her face. “Oh, my son-” She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, and Aemond hugged her back, though a bit stiffly.

When she pulled away, her gaze fell on Rhaegar, her eyes widening.

“And who is this little one?” she asked softly.

Aemond’s hand moved to rest on Rhaegar’s shoulder, and with a small, proud smile, he said, “This is my son, Rhaegar.”

Alicent’s eyes filled with fresh tears as she clasped a hand to her mouth. “You have a son,” she whispered in awe.

Aemond nodded. “Yes, I also have two daughters and another child on the way.”

“Oh, Aemond-” Alicent’s smile was luminous. “Is it Valaena? Is she here too?”

Aemond’s eye widened, surprised. “How did you know about—”

Before he could finish, the door burst open, making Rhaegar jump and clutch at Aemond’s leg.

Aegon stumbled into the room, breathless and grinning. “Is it true? They’re saying all over the Keep that Aemond’s alive! Is he really—” He stopped abruptly, eyes falling on his brother.

Aemond bent down to lift Rhaegar protectively into his arms, fixed his older brother with a scowl. “You moron, you scared my son half to death!”

Aegon winced, raising his hands in surrender. “Sorry, I—wait. You have a son?” He looked incredulous.

Aemond sighed, rubbing Rhaegar’s back soothingly. “Yes, you idiot. And you frightened him.”

Aegon’s expression softened as he looked at the boy in Aemond’s arms. “What’s his name?”

“Rhaegar,” Aemond answered.

A broad smile broke across Aegon’s face. “A fine name, brother. Well done.” He clapped Aemond on the back, and Aemond muttered a grudging thanks.

At that moment, Helaena approached, her soft smile calming Rhaegar. Holding out her arms, she silently asked permission to hold him.

To Aemond’s surprise, Rhaegar leaned over willingly, nestling into her as she kissed his cheek and murmured,

“There, there, sweet boy.” Rhaegar, now settled, seemed soothed in her gentle hold.

Aegon then flung his arms around Aemond, his grin a mix of affection and mischief. “You twat, I’ve missed you!”

But Aemond pulled back, wrinkling his nose and teasingly sniffing the air around Aegon. “Gods, you reek of wine. Did you bathe in it?”

“If only,” Aegon quipped, laughing, though Aemond made a face in response.

Just then, Daeron appeared quietly by the doorway. He stepped in cautiously, his eyes shining as he took in the sight of his elder brother.

Aemond nodded politely to him, offering a faint smile. Daeron stepped forward, returning the smile as he clasped Aemond’s shoulder.

“I was barely more than a boy when they sent me to Oldtown and when I returned, you were gone,” he said softly.

Aemond’s gaze warmed, nodding in quiet understanding. “Then mayhaps we can come to know each other as brothers once more.”

Daeron nodded, his voice steady. “I would like that.”

As Alicent watched her children reunited, she couldn’t hold back the tears that slipped from her eyes, pressing a handkerchief to her cheek.

For six long years, she had mourned her favourite son, believing him lost to the sea. And now here he was—returned to her, with his own family.

At last, Aemond was home, surrounded by his mother and siblings, the ghosts of the past slowly beginning to lift.

Rhaegar’s small voice broke through the gentle chatter. “I want to go back to Mama,” he whispered, his hand clutching Helaena’s shoulder.

Helaena smiled warmly and, with a soft kiss to his cheek, handed him back to Aemond.

Aemond held Rhaegar close, nodding to his sister with quiet gratitude. “Thank you for everything, Hellie-” he said.

She smiled; her gaze full of understanding. “I’m just glad that you’re all home.”

Aemond took a breath, shifting his weight as he prepared to leave. “The Queen has invited me and Valaena for dinner later,” he said, “-So I’ll see you all then.”

“Where are you off to now?” Aegon asked, folding his arms with an arched brow.

“Rhaegar wants his mother,” Aemond replied, adjusting his grip on his son. “And I should be heading back anyway—Elaena and Daenys will likely be waking from their naps.”

Aegon blinked, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face. “Who are Elaena and Daenys?”

“My daughters,” Aemond said, giving him a wry look.

Aegon let out a laugh, clapping Aemond on the shoulder. “Well, you’ve certainly been busy, whilst you were dead. So how many children are we talking about here?”

Aemond rolled his eye, scoffing. “Like you can talk. How many silver-haired bastards of yours are running around Flea Bottom?”

Aegon shrugged, grinning. “Not that many, I don’t think-” he trailed off with a smirk, “and you didn’t answer my question.”

With a sigh, Aemond replied, “I have three children, and another on the way.”

Aegon whistled, laughing. “Gods be good, brother!” He clutched his ribs as Aemond, exasperated, jabbed him lightly in the side.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” Aemond said, his patience thinning but his smile lingering.

With a final nod to his siblings, he made his way out of the room, Rhaegar cradled securely in his arms.

Rhaegar nestled against him, Aemond strode back through the corridors of the Red Keep, feeling, for the first time in years, like he truly belonged there once more.

As Aemond visited his family, Valaena was busy overseeing the unpacking of their trunks and carefully attending to the wooden crates that housed the dragon hatchlings.

The room was alive with activity—Daenys gurgled contentedly, drooling over her favourite carved wooden toy, while Elaena giggled in delight as Lirri gently tickled her tiny feet.

Meanwhile, Arro was stood on the balcony, admiring the breathtaking view over Blackwater Bay.

Valaena knelt beside the crates, unlatching them and gently coaxing the hatchlings out.

Hūra let out a piercing shriek as she unfurled her wings, stretching before leaping onto the bed to snuggle up next to Elaena, who giggled and stroked her scaly head.

Valerion, the smallest, wasted no time latching onto Valaena’s dress, scrambling his way up to her shoulder as he chirped happily in her ear.

Sapphyre, the largest and most spirited of the trio, lifted his head, sniffed the air, and began to trill urgently as he looked around.

Lirri looked concerned, watching the restless hatchling. “What’s wrong with him?” she asked.

“It’s a new place,” Valaena explained, brushing a soothing hand over Sapphyre’s scaled neck. “He doesn’t know where Rhaegar is. He’s worried.”

“Oh no-” muttered Lirri

“Dokimarvose, Sapphyre. Lykirī”  but Sapphyre only roared and flapped his wings, rearing up on his hind legs in agitation (Focus, be calm).

“My lady-” muttered Lirri nervously.

With a firmer tone, Valaena held out her hand and commanded, “Dohaerās, Sapphyre” (Serve).

Instantly, Sapphyre’s defiance waned; and he settled down, tilting his head with a questioning gaze.

“Mama-” exclaimed Elaena.

Valaena gently stroked him, murmuring, “Hegnīr valītsos” Sapphyre then moved away and curled up in front of the fire, his golden eyes fixed on the door, waiting (Good boy).

Lirri exhaled in relief. “That was close, my lady.”

Valaena gave a slight nod, her fingers idly trailing along Sapphyre’s scales. “It’s an unfamiliar place to him. Hopefully, Aemond and Rhaegar will be back soon and then he’ll calm down-”

Carefully, Valaena lifted Valerion from her shoulder and placed him on the bed next to Daenys, who immediately reached out to hold his tail in her little hand.

Arro, watching all of this with fascination, finally spoke up. “Should we ask that Sapphyre be taken to join Vhagar and Silverwing? He might feel more comfortable with them.”

“The dragon keepers may not allow that,” Valaena replied, a hint of displeasure in her voice. “They’d likely insist he be taken to the Dragonpit.”

Arro looked puzzled. “What’s the Dragonpit?”

“It’s a building in the city where dragons are kept,” Valaena explained, her tone darkening. “But I don’t like it, the dragons are chained in the dark. I won’t subject Sapphyre to that.”

Arro shook his head, his expression disturbed. “That sounds terrible.”

“I believe it stunts their growth, being chained up and confined like that,” Valaena said, glancing over at the hatchling curled up by the fire.

“Is that why Vhagar is so large?”

“Yes, I believe so-she’s spent many years flying free. Maybe that why they insist on chaining the dragons, to prevent them from growing larger” muttered Valaena rubbing her stomach gently.

“Was there a dragon larger than her?” asked Arro curiously.

“There was. Balerion the black dread, he was the largest dragon who ever lived” replied Valaena.

“Where is he now?”

“He died, during the reign of my great great grandsire King Jaehaerys” said Valaena.

“Oh” said Arro sadly.

“His skull still rests in a chamber below the red keep, I can show you sometime if you like?” suggested Valaena.

“I would like that very much my lady thank you”

“I know how much you like dragons, perhaps I can suggest some books from the library that I think you would enjoy” said Valaena smiling.

“You are very kind-”

Just then, the door opened, and Aemond stepped in, Rhaegar at his side. Sapphyre, upon seeing Rhaegar, let out a low, happy coo as the boy ran to him, stroking the dragon’s head with a joyful smile.

Aemond took in the room, glancing at Valaena. “Is everything alright here?”

She nodded, but her gaze softened as she watched Rhaegar and Sapphyre together. “We’ll talk about it later.”

As the last of their belongings were unpacked and set in place, Valaena and Aemond finally found a quiet moment.

The children were tucked into their respective rooms—Elaena and Daenys sharing a cozy chamber just across the private corridor, and Rhaegar resting in his own little room beside them.

Lirri and Arro were settled in nearby chambers, close enough to keep watch over the little ones if needed.

In their own quarters, Valaena stood in front of the wardrobe, looking frustrated as she held one dress after another up against her naked body, sighing as none of them felt quite right.

Behind her, Aemond was already dressed in his usual black breeches and leather jerkin, an amused smile dancing on his lips as he watched her fuss over her choices.

After a few moments, Aemond got up, moving behind her and sliding his hands over her waist and then gently over her growing stomach.

He leaned down to nuzzle her neck, his lips grazing her skin. “Ñuha gevie ābrazȳrys,” he murmured against her ear (My beautiful wife).

She let out a soft laugh as he turned her around, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers, asking, “What’s troubling you?”

She sighed, glancing at the pile of dresses. “I can’t find an appropriate dress. Nothing fits properly anymore. My breasts have gotten larger, and none of these dresses cover them properly. I don’t want to feel overexposed.” She crossed her arms in exasperation, glancing at him with a half-smile.

Aemond’s lips quirked up as he gently placed his hands on her chest, cupping the weight of her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples “You won’t get any argument from me,” he teased.

Valaena huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. “I’m serious, Aemond. We’re about to have dinner with our parents for the first time in six years, and none of these will do. Either they’re too revealing, or I feel like I’ll overheat.”

He took a step back and reached into the wardrobe, pulling out a deep, elegant floor-length gown with short sleeves. “What about this one?”

She eyed it thoughtfully. “It’ll have to do, I suppose though it still doesn’t solve the issue with the top.”

“Use the sashes on the back as a wrap,” he suggested. “They should offer some cover-”

Her eyes brightened. “That’s a good idea.” She took the dress and made her way toward the privacy screen, only for Aemond to reach for her arm, halting her.

“Where are you going?” he asked, a possessive look in his eye.

“To get dressed?” she replied with a playful arch of her brow.

“I wish to watch,” he insisted, his voice low and warm. “I don’t want you hiding any part of yourself from me.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she smiled and let the privacy screen be. She slipped on a thin shift, glancing at him shyly before reaching for her small clothes.

Aemond’s hand touched her wrist. “No,” he said, voice rough with desire. “Leave them off.”

Valaena smirked as she set them aside and stepped into the gown. Aemond moved behind her to fasten the small buttons and ties, his fingers grazing her back as he worked.

She then moved to the vanity, slipping her rings on and fastening her well-worn leather gauntlet bearing the Targaryen sigil.

It was a bit tattered, a testament to how often she wore it—a symbol of her pride in their family and the fact it was a gift from Daemon.

When she reached for her brush, Aemond gently caught her hand. “May I?”

She nodded, handing him the brush, and he began to gently pass it through her long dark hair, careful and slow.

She disliked anyone else handling her hair, yet here she was, relaxed under his gentle touch. It felt intimate, grounding, as if it connected them even more deeply.

When he finished, he set the brush on the vanity and helped her stand.

Aemond gazed at her, his hand lingering at her waist. “I am truly blessed to have you as my wife.”

Valaena smiled, sliding her hands up into his long silver hair and kissing him deeply.

“-And I am blessed to have you as my husband”

Aemond leaned into her, a look of quiet intensity in his eye.

“When this dinner is over,” he whispered, “I’m taking you to bed and fucking you til morning-”

Valaena laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Then let’s hope it doesn’t run too long.”

Aemond and Valaena stood side by side outside the grand dining room, hands clasped tightly. Aemond gave her a reassuring look, squeezing her hand. “Are you ready?”

Valaena took a steadying breath, nodding. “It’s now or never.”

He nodded to the guards, and the heavy doors swung open with a formal announcement. “Princess Valaena and Prince Aemond.”

Inside, the gathered family rose—Rhaenyra, Daemon, Alicent, Aegon, Helaena, and Daeron—each watching their entrance with expressions ranging from joy to curiosity.

Then, Daemon’s voice rang out, filled with an almost raw emotion. “Tala” (Daughter).

Valaena’s face softened, and she smiled at her stepfather as he approached, his usually stern expression softened.

Valaena murmured, “Kepa-” (Father).

In the next moment, they embraced, tightly, as though afraid to let go. When they finally parted, Daemon quickly brushed away the tears that had traced lines down his cheeks, casting an almost embarrassed look aside.

Daemon’s expression hardened as he looked at Aemond, his features sharpening as he scoffed.

Turning away, he strode off without another word. Valaena bristled, her voice sharp as she called after him, “-Daemon.”

She moved to follow him, but Aemond gently took her hand, shaking his head. She turned back to him, and his gaze reassured her, a silent reminder of the purpose of tonight.

Together, they walked toward Alicent, who greeted them warmly. Alicent clasped Valaena’s hand, her smile bright yet laced with emotion as they exchanged a few kind words.

Helaena soon joined them, and Valaena hugged her tightly, whispering a soft, “Thank you.”

Helaena returned the embrace, her own voice tender. “I knew you would both find your way back home.”

Aegon then came over, grinning widely as he threw an arm around Valaena. “Good sister,” he said with a smirk, raising a goblet. “Come, have some wine.”

Valaena held up a hand. “No, thank you.” Aegon’s gaze shifted downward, his smirk turning into a playful, mocking grin.

“Ah, yes, I see that my brother has you stuffed with his child,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Daeron let out an exasperated sigh. “That’s enough, brother.”

Valaena turned to Daeron, her face lighting up with genuine warmth. “You were but a boy the last time I saw you. And now here you are, a man grown.”

Daeron blushed, looking down before meeting her gaze. “Thank you. I hope we can get to know one another now-” He hesitated, then added with a small smile, “-that you’re not dead.”

Valaena laughed, touched by his sincerity.

Aegon, however, leaned in, eyes glinting mischievously. “And if you want, we could get to know each other a little better too-”

Aemond’s eye darkened, and with a low, irritated growl, he looped his arm around Valaena’s waist, firmly pulling her away from his brother’s reach.

At the table, Valaena took her seat, and Aegon, eyeing the spot next to her, moved to sit there himself, only to be elbowed aside as Aemond took the seat instead.

As they all settled down for the meal, Rhaenyra’s soft voice broke the brief silence. “To our family-whole once more” she toasted, her eyes lingering on Aemond and Valaena with unspoken relief and gratitude.

As they ate, Daemon’s voice, already thick with wine, rang across the table. “So, nephew, where have you been hiding yourself these last years?”

Aemond took a measured breath, feeling Valaena’s reassuring hand on his thigh before replying. “We travelled Essos for a time, then settled in Qarth.”

Daemon raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his smile. “And tell me, just how did you manage to support your little jaunt around Essos? Must’ve cost quite a bit to find shelter and provide food, for yourselves and the dragons”

“We all know that dragons are more than capable of hunting” said Valaena.

“Indeed-but that still doesn’t answer my question,” said Daemon.

Aemond’s jaw tightened, but he replied smoothly, “I took some coin from the treasury.”

Daemon scoffed. “You mean you stole it.”

“That is enough” muttered Rhaenyra as she placed a calming hand on Daemon’s arm, but he yanked it away.

“-Actually, I want to know whose idea it was to let everyone believe that you were dead.”

Aemond held his gaze steadily. “It was mine.”

Daemon chuckled bitterly. “Of course, I knew it.” He reached for his goblet; eyes narrowed. “And why you went along with it is beyond me,” he muttered, looking pointedly at Valaena.

Valaena’s voice quavered as she replied, “It was the only way we could be together. We knew our relationship would never be accepted—”

Daemon’s eyes flashed. “You’re damn right it wouldn’t have been accepted.”

Valaena gasped, “Daemon—” But he slammed his fist on the table, rattling goblets and silencing the room.

“Do you have any idea the pain that you caused your mother?” he thundered, his voice low with barely controlled rage. “She had just lost Visenya, and then you go and let her believe she lost you, too.” His words struck like blows, and tears filled Valaena’s eyes. “-For five years, I watched my wife’s heart shatter, thinking that you were dead, while the whole time you were across the Narrow Sea, spreading your legs like a whore for that one-eyed cunt-”

Valaena’s lip trembled as she fought to hold back a sob. “Stop it!” she cried, but Daemon only pushed back his chair and rose to his feet.

“If I had known about your so called relationship, I would have kept you two apart by force if necessary. I’d have thrown you in the dungeons and forced drink moon tea down your throat to stop you birthing his spawn!”

Aemond, enraged, rose from his chair. “You dare speak to my wife like that?” he growled.

Daemon, unsteady on his feet, sneered. “I will speak to my daughter however I please, especially after the pain she caused by allowing you to drag her into your scheme. Typical Hightower behaviour-where there’s a scheme there’s always one of you green cunts behind it”

The room fell into stunned silence, all eyes fixed on Daemon as Valaena rose from the table.

Her face went from shock to fury as she seized a jug of wine and threw its contents all over Daemon, completely soaking him.

“You want wine? There, have it. I hope you fucking drown in it. Don’t you dare speak about me or my husband like that again! It’s that very attitude that drove us away in the first place.”

Without another word, Valaena turned and stormed out of the room, Aemond quickly following.

Her anger simmered as she marched through the winding halls of the Red Keep, muttering to herself.

When they reached their chambers, she paced, her words spilling out as she ripped the leather gauntlet from her arm, tossing it to the floor. “How dare he! What was he thinking—Fucking disgraceful behaviour”

Aemond locked the door, his face unreadable as he approached her and cupped her face in his hands.

“Gīda ñuha zaldrīzes,” he murmured, his voice gentle. (Calm, my dragon)

“But he—” Her voice faltering as Aemond silenced her with a kiss, deep and grounding.

When Aemond pulled back, Valaena whispered angrily, “He deserves to have his throat cut.”

Aemond kissed her again, hands steady on her shoulders. “Nārhēdegon zirȳla, sagon kesīr lēda nyke sir,” he said, voice a quiet command. (Forget him. Be here with me now).

Valaena took a shuddering breath, nodding as she felt the ties of her dress loosening under his touch.

“Please Aemond” whispered Valaena as her dress slipped from her body, the material pooling at her feet.

“Nārhēdegon se vys, zȳha sepār īlva”  muttered Aemond as he encouraged Valaena to lay on their bed (Forget the world, it’s just us).

“Gūrogon hen aōha grēze valzȳrys” replied Valaena as she reclined against the pillows (Take off your clothes husband).

Aemond stood before Valaena, his intense gaze never leaving hers as he reached for the buckle of his belt.

Slowly, with deliberate intent, he unfastened it, drawing the leather free from his waist and letting it fall to the floor with a quiet thud.

Next, he shrugged off his leather jerkin, exposing the defined lines of his shoulders.

He placed it aside, and his hands moved to his cotton shirt, fingers working each button open one by one, his gaze still locked on hers as he slid it off, revealing the taut muscles beneath.

Aemond held her gaze with a slight, knowing smile as his hands dropped to the waistband of his breeches.

He took his time loosening them, then let them slide down, his small clothes following soon after, leaving him bared to her in the soft glow of the room.

Finally, he lifted his hand to the strap over his head, slipping it free and pulling off his eyepatch, revealing the sapphire where his left eye had once been.

He stepped toward her, his form both fierce and vulnerable, offering himself completely.

Then gently laid down next to her. His mouth claimed hers and his teeth pulled at her plump bottom lip.

Moving his hand down her body, he slid two long fingers into her cunny and speared them in and out of her at a slow gentle pace. His palm bumped against her pearl with each movement of his hand.

“Oh, Aemond” moaned Valaena desperately.

Aemond withdrew his hand from her wet centre and manoeuvred himself down the bed, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her skin, as he reached his desired destination he hooked his hands around her thighs, and his mouth descended on her cunny.

Ravenously, he pressed into her core with his tongue. Valaena clutched at his head with one hand, whilst her other hand fisted the sheet.

Aemond withdrew from her soaking wet core and lashed hard at her clitoris with his tongue, pulling on it with his lips. He was hard, fast, and brutal, alternating between her assaulted bundle of nerves and drinking deep from her cunny.

Valaena ground down on Aemond, his tongue speared deeper inside her, as she felt the warm curl of her peak approach.

Yet Aemond withdrew and Valaena whimpered with frustration at the denial of her peak.

“So wet for me” muttered Aemond, his voice husky.

"P-Please Aemond. I-I need you” moaned Valaena.

Aemond smiled as he turned her over to her side and began suckling on her exposed neck.

"I want to feel you come all over my cock" growled Aemond.

Aemond lifted her leg and slowly slid his cock into her cunny.

Valaena grabbed hold of the sheet, and closed her eyes, letting out a gratifying moan.

Reaching back, she entwined her fingers into his long silver hair and whimpered, "More, Give me more".

Once Aemond was fully sheathed, he carefully grasped hold of her waist and started to slowly thrust into her.

"My sweet wife. How I love the feeling of your wet cunny squeezing my cock” exclaimed Aemond, his hot breath caressing her neck.

Valaena was so wet that he almost lost his grip and slipped out, but he managed to remain ensconced within her as he continued to thrust into her sweet tight cunt.

The sweat off her back rubbed against his chest and her moans and muffled groans were sweet music to his ears.

Aemond snaked a hand between her legs and rubbed her pearl repeatedly until the rise of heat engulfed her and toppled her right off the edge.

"Aemond, don't stop, my love" gasped Valaena, her cunny clenching his cock.

“Fuck, Valaena. Yes, that’s it” moaned Aemond thrusting one final time as he exploded deep inside her, rope after rope of his seed painting her inner walls.

Aemond buried his face in her dark hair and breathed in her familiar scent.

As he went to pull his softened cock from her, Valaena stopped him.

“Let’s just stay like this a little longer. Please”

Aemond nodded and pressed closer to his wife’s warm body.

A feeling of pure love shot through him, as he nuzzled the back of her neck with his nose.

TBC

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Every step to win your heart.

König x FEM reader.

Short version, your little crush turned into a dark obsession with this big guy. You weren't expecting he could actually fall for you.

Warning: Stalking, spying, mentions of drugs, Grammatical and spelling errors, image not mine. I think there's no specific description of the reader so you can read it as a Neutral too.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

König barely goes to his house, he prefers to work without stopping. But after almost 4 months without appearing there he decides after this mission he would take some rest.

You've been observing him for a while, you're like his shadow, poor guy, he doesn't even know about your existence but you already know some good things about him.

His morning routine, his favorite fruit, the size of his clothes and combat boots, you already know that he likes the cloth softener with that baby smell, you know he prefers the minimalism deco at home, he doesn't like the raw yolk egg and sometimes he simply eats the egg white with fresh grounded black pepper and salt, he eats pancakes and waffles without honey or any other topping, coffee needs to be black without sugar but if you offer him some tea he likes with two teaspoons of sugar and a little bit of milk.

How do you know all these things about him without even talking to him? Simple, you've been following him everywhere, spying on him, of course in your mind everything is innocent, you can't see the dark side of your obsession. All started after he saved you, you were a hostage a few years ago, he arrived and rescued you and your parents, he was kind and very protective over you and the other hostages, you couldn't avoid developing feelings for the man.

It was hard to find him, his name and everything about his personal information was a secret, until one day you saw a man, tall and muscular, bright dark brown hair, blue eyes and a perfect nose, some scars accentuating his features just walking by the street, he went inside a grocery store and bought a bottle of sparkling water, you weren't sure but something told you that body and the way he was walking was familiar to you, quickly you crossed the street and went inside the grocery store too, observing him more close, definitely was him, you confirmed it after you heard his accent and his voice.

That was the beginning, you quickly understood he was rarely at home, you found his address walking behind him, you saw where he usually saved his keys, he never felt your presence you were quiet and discreet so it was easy, you passed a great part of your time spying on him, if you weren't working you were searching and spying.

Today is the day of your master plan, you've been waiting for him out of the base where he works, you know he's there, finally at 19:00h, he appears with another man, not so tall and with asiatic features, both talk and then say goodbye, that's when you turned on your car and started to drive slow, you know he lives close to his work so he simply walks, he enjoys to walk everywhere.

Once you're sure he will go directly to home you drive fast to arrive before him, you park in front of his house, no one is out observing you, so you quickly pinched your car's tire and ran quickly to König's principal door, you put a strange liquid on the lock and handgrip, it's simply to make him faint, then you go back to the car, now you wait to see him arrive and ask him for help.

There he comes, his face is serious and lacklustre, you leave the car and ask him for help.

- Hey, excuse me, I'm so sorry to bother you but could you help me? I have a flat tire and I don't know how to fix it, my phone's dead and you're the first person I see walking here...

Clearly annoyed he agrees and asks you to give him your Toolbox and spare tire. While he holds the tire you decide to put some more liquid on the tools he will be using to fix that flat tire.

König doesn't feel any effect until he finishes his work with your tires, you're very friendly and somehow he feels like he has seen you before but doesn't know where or when.

-Ja, Kein Problem (yes, no problem)... Ah...Have I seen you before?

You offer him a kind smile and before you can answer you can see his face, he doesn't feel well. König feels like his head is spinning and feels sleepy, he doesn't say anything else and simply walks as fast as possible to his door, he opens it with a lot of difficulty but once the door is open, he falls on the floor.

You quickly walk to him, once you're sure he's not hurt you drag him inside the house, it was more difficult that you expected but finally he's on his bed. You close his bedroom door and go quickly to grab his backpack and park your car in his garage.

König wakes up feeling nauseous as if he drank too much the previous night or something, then after a couple minutes he realizes he slept in underwear, he doesn't remember when he changed his clothes, his head hurts, his boots are clean and in his usual place, why can't he remember when he did all those things? Finally, the sound of music catches his attention, He's not alone.

Quickly but silently he tries to stand up and tries to grab a small gun he has under the nightstand beside his bed, unfortunately he realizes he's chained to the bed, he thinks he's not being listened to but in fact you already heard him, you're simply finishing to decorate his plate for the breakfast, after a few minutes he can hear steps walking through the corridor of his house, the music comes from the kitchen and it's not only music, the smell of food fills his lungs and then a voice, singing.

What the hell is going on? You're standing on his bedroom door with a tray full of meals, He observes your body and the way you move, you're very pretty but... Why are you there? Are you dangerous? What do you want from him?. You gasp a little excited, he's awake, but sadly he doesn't seem happy.

- Who are you? What are you doing in my house and what do you want from me?

- Hi, you're finally awake, I'm y/n and I bring you the breakfast... König calm down please.

Your pleading eyes can't convince him, he needs more answers.

- What do you want from me? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? TELL ME!

- I... I can explain it, just... Calm down... I'm not a menace.

he quickly considered his options and then he nodded. You point at his bed to indicate you will put the tray there.

He doesn't look at somewhere else but your eyes, he's focused on your eyes. Once the tray is over the bed you step back, you're ready to explain yourself but the sea of questions starts again.

- How do I know you will not try to poison me? What do you want from me?

- Eat first, I spent the whole morning cooking all your favorite meals. You haven't eaten since... God knows when.

He finally looks at the tray in front of him, indeed, there's a lot of food, all his favorites for breakfast, but then he looks at you, his look says he still doesn't trust in your word.

- König, if I wanted to hurt you I could do it while you were... Unconscious, instead of that, I cleaned the fresh wound you have on your bicep and your thigh, I cleaned your boots and knives, your laundry and I cooked for you. Once again, I'm not a menace.

He takes the plate and before starting to eat he sees a small note at one side of the plate «welcome home 🩷». Home? When was the last time someone felt happy to see him? When was the last time he felt that his house was actually a home? For him it was just the place where he can go whenever he feels seriously tired of his comrades at work.

His thoughts are interrupted by you when he listens to your question.

- Is it good? I hope it tastes good...I tried to make it in the way you usually do it.

He can't lie, it actually tastes better than when he cooks.

- Yes, it is. Can you tell me what you want now?

- It's a long story... But I've been looking for you, observing you, following you since... I don't know, maybe you don't remember but you saved me and my parents and some other hostages, we were in a hotel, you saved us.

- Ja! I remember, it was like 5 years ago. So what?

- Well, maybe for you it was as any other successful mission, but for me it was... A realization about the kind of man I wanted for me. You stole my heart, König.

You approach König who's now observing you as if you were insane, you slowly kneel down in from of him.

- I looked for you, for months until I found you, then I started to follow you everywhere, learning about you, the things you like, the thing you hate, your story, who you were when you were young, what you did during your young years...

He's quiet, he can't believe your words, your innocent look is adorable and almost convincing but all this 'love' that turned into something else, something dark but strangely... Attractive, makes him feel out of place, something unexpected.

Of course women approach him occasionally, but he never gives them a chance, he has always been alone, he never thought someone could give him love, that's why he never went through relationships or meeting people in a romantic way. Now you're here, in front him, you literally kidnapped him in his own house to finally introduce yourself, talking about love, is he dreaming?

- König, I know maybe it wasn't a good way to do it and you have all the reasons to not trust me, but I noticed when women try to get close to you, you leave, I didn't want you to run away...

- I don't run, I just reject them. Do you think I'm a man who can have love? I am not the man you created in your head.

He says it without caring, he doesn't even look at you, but it's not because he doesn't care, he wants to know if you're talking seriously.

- You're. I Know very well who you are... and if you want to reject me, fine. But I'm not going to give up, do you understand? When I want something I get it in a way or another.

- Is that a menace, Liebling?

He finally stares at you, your look is not bright and innocent, is dark, determined and cold.

- It's a warning, baby. So, you have two options, give me a chance now that I'm doing everything for the good way or call the police and send me away, but trust me when I say this. Your missions will be the least of your problems, I will not give up, you will not keep me away, I'll be there, I'll be like your shadow, hunting you, step by step until I can finally call you mine.

König smirks. You unchained him from the bed and walked away, he stays there thinking about you and your words, he can't lie to himself. You're pretty, hot and you look smart, the determination in your eyes and voice, you send shivers through his spine, he continues eating, after all, you spend the morning cooking, for him, you cooked for him, no one cared about him in that way, the few times he tried to be with a woman, they don't even offer him a glass of water or show at least a little bit of affection, they just wanted a quick fuck.

Now you're here, craving for his acceptance, for his affection. He's not afraid of you or your warnings, he simply thinks he's not in a position to reject you.

He walks to the kitchen and there you are Washing dishes and singing in a low voice. He stops and observes you, such a tiny doll, he could easily erase you from the map, but, he already made a decision.

He slowly walks to you, at this point you already feel his presence, you're waiting for his next move. Suddenly a pair of strong arms are around your waist, the warmth of his Chest and abdomen is pressed against your back.

You waited for this moment, since he appeared in your life, you saw this moment in your dreams, now it's happening, you close your eyes and slowly turn to him, you return the hug.

- You have one chance, that's all.

- I'll make it worth.

You kept your promise, it was slow since he was in long missions, but he started to enjoy the attention you had with him. When he was at home you had plenty of dates and time together, sometimes he was concerned about how jealous and possessive you could be but he admitted, it was a great feeling.

Every time he was back in the base he called you to let you know he was alive, when he would be at home and to know how you were doing.

Once you knew he would be at home, you cleaned the entire house and spent your day cooking, you bought him flowers, beer, candles and prepared him a hot bath.

When he arrived at the door you always jumped on him, kissing his face, he loved it, König never expected he could actually feel that happiness, eventually he invited you to meet some of his colleagues, everybody adored you, he was a proud man, he loved you, he fell hard for you.

[blakeswritingimagines]

“You will won’t you?”

Summary: Thinking things settled down after being honest with the Queen and Prince Aemond, you never expected the outcome of the Queen forcing you into this life forever.

A/n: Part 2 of “My sweet Y/n” And getting to see more of Yandere Alicent, and don’t forget this is Fem Reader (Part 1 right here)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 5.3k

Even with enough time passing after being honest with the queen and the prince the attention from him didn’t stop, if anything it seemed to grow as Aemond’s attraction for you became stronger. He would often try to find you, speaking softly to you, complimenting you more, and even bringing you small gifts. He wanted you to see how much you meant to him, and hoped that you would one day notice his feelings and return them. Aemond had been rejected by you several times now. He couldn't believe it. You had rejected his advancements over and over again, even after he had tried to get you to be comfortable with him. Alicent was still trying to set Aemond up with you more and couldn't believe that you were still saying no. You had clearly changed since you had first come to the capital. You just didn't see what Aemond saw in you. Aemond looked at his mother, frustrated. "Mother I don't think this is working." He said.

“What do you mean, Aemond? The girl is obviously smitten with you.” Alicent was clearly confused by her son’s reaction. “She’s probably just playing hard to get, as women tend to do, my son.” Alicent tried to reassure him. "No, mother!" Aemond replied. "She keeps rejecting me! She says that she doesn't feel safe with me!" Alicent was confused. Why were you still saying no to her son? Something had to be done. She wanted what was best for Aemond and if that was with being with you then so be it."What should I do, mother?" Aemond asked her. Alicent had to figure out a solution to their problem. It couldn't just be ignored.

“Try to earn her trust, my son. She seems frightened of you, for God knows what reason.” Alicent wasn’t one to force a match, no matter how beneficial it could prove to the entire family. “Aemond, you must keep trying. Ladies like their men to be persistent in their affection.” She had hoped that Aemond would find someone suitable, but now it seemed that he was dead set on you her handmaiden. “Show her how you can protect her, how you can care for her. That should convince her.” Aemond followed his mother's advice, he kept trying to earn your trust. He was kind to you and tried to show you that he would protect you even if it meant keeping male servants away from you or any other suitors. One day, Aemond noticed that you seemed sad and anxious when he tried to talk to you. He couldn't believe it. After all this time you still weren't interested in him. Aemond could feel the jealousy inside him build up. He had to earn your trust. He had to force you to love him.

You sighed as you continued on with hard work given to you by the queen mere days after saying no to being with her son, only stopping as you glanced outside letting your thoughts carry you away once again even if you knew you shouldn't, standing there for several minutes before snapping yourself out of it as you walked into Alicent's private chambers with a small smile on your face trying to still be nice as you got used to the kind and caring way Alicent treated you again as she was even going as far as to say you were her absolute favorite even after what happened. Giving a small curtsy as your hands rested behind you and looked toward the queen wondering what else needed to be done or if you would be able to get advice from other servants around the castle "Anything else your majesty?".

"Not at the moment, my dear." Alicent spoke acting as if nothing had happened. "You are free to continue with your other duties, but thank you for asking." Alicent paused. "I do have one other thing I wish to discuss, however." Alicent motioned to a seat in front of her. You nodded your head with a small smile ready to leave and continue on with your day until you stopped in your tracks and looked over at the queen, giving a soft nod of your head and sat down once the dark-haired queen motioned to the seat across of her as you grew curious of what needed to be discussed but didn't think it had anything to do with how things had turned out hoping and praying to the old and new gods that everything would be fine. Given how much more often you had been thinking about leaving and living a life of your own regardless of how often the queen and prince Aemond stopped you from doing most things even going as far as to stop you from speaking with the other servants to a point "Is something the matter your majesty?".

Alicent smiled warmly at her maiden. "Not at all," Alicent replied. "I just wanted to say how pleased I am to have you as my attendant, you are an excellent worker and an all around lovely person to have around." Alicent stood up and began pacing. "But there is another reason I called you here," Alicent continued. "In order for you to do the best job possible, I need to know you better, understand your hopes and dreams." Alicent turned toward her maiden knowing you had no choice but to open up. "Do tell, what are your dreams?" You smiled softly at her words thinking it really wasn't much especially when since it was made into a much bigger deal that only you helped and served her instead of anyone else no matter how kind they seemed, looking up as you watched the queen walk back and forth as she kept talking before feeling your eyes widen at the question and cleared your throat as you shook your head not knowing what was a good answer "Not much truly my queen...but I have actually been thinking about leaving and perhaps meeting someone whom I could marry and live a life with". Speaking carefully but saw no point in lying about anything you had just spoken of since you would have to be excused from your duties to even leave not knowing how far both of the royals had been going for things to either work out for you or for it to not.

Alicent turned away from her maiden and began to pace the room. After a moment, she turned back to you. "My, my, I didn't know you had such aspirations," Alicent said. "You are right, you are just the right age to be married. The question is just...who?" Alicent's eyes narrowed. She turned toward you once more, speaking with more intensity and speed. "Tell me, Y/n, who did you have in mind?" You continued to watch on as your hands laid in your lap holding onto your skirt as you listened to the queen who seemed to be okay with you possibly leaving which was odd but welcomed, leaning back in your seat as you looked up at the older woman who acted like a mother toward you and softly shook your head even as you smiled happy that she seemed to agree with you "I haven't really thought much about it but I'm sure when the time comes I'll meet a man who's perfect for me". Not knowing that she was going to try and use your uncertainty to her benefit and try to get you to marry Aemond who had been hounding her to marry you to him for some time now but not even she wanted to give you up even after what happened.

"How sweet and naïve," said Alicent with a chuckle. "You know, Y/n, I have just the right man in mind for you to marry." Alicent smirked. "In fact, you already know him." Alicent's tone was suddenly harsher, more demanding. Her words grew more cold and sharp. As Alicent spoke, she walked over toward you. She leaned over you slightly, looking down on you from above. "My son Aemond Targaryen is the one you will marry of course." You furrowed your brows at her words curious as to why she thought you were naive but chose to let it go even as your head tilted wondering who the "right man" for you was, looking up at the queen who had a certain glint in her eye as you shrunk back more into your seat as your jaw dropped a little bit at the mention of Aemond and cleared your throat as you tried your best to give a smile as you lightly shook your head trying to find the right words quickly "I couldn't do that he's a prince and I'm not even from a highborn house I'd have nothing to offer him or the Targaryen name my lady."

Alicent shrugged. "Sweet Y/n, dear, you are beautiful, kind, and most importantly, you are an extraordinary attendant." Alicent moved closer to you. "Aemond has expressed an interest in you. I believe you have something important to offer him." Alicent's tone was suddenly gentle again. "Aemond needs a wife to birth his heirs. Don't you see, Y/n, you are perfect," said Alicent. "Besides, he has always been partial to your company." You bit down on your lower lip as you listened to her even as her face inched closer to your own as if you could feel her breath on your face and your heart pounded loudly in your ears, looking down at the ground while it felt like time had slowed down and you couldn't properly hear the words any more even as you shook your head feeling numb that there might just be no true way out of this "I don't believe he sees me that way your majesty, what about all the other ladies who were meant to marry him? he could've already been wed and had heirs by now...Why me?."

"Aemond has been...selective," Alicent said. "He has had many offers, yes, but to him, my dear, you are special." Alicent bent over to kiss you on the forehead. "Aemond cares for you," Alicent whispered in your ear, "and I want to see you be his queen. Wouldn't you like that? To marry Aemond?" Closing your eyes tightly as you tried to keep yourself together hoping and praying to any old or new gods that would hear you and help you wake up from this nightmare fueled dream you had suddenly been thrusted into, wanting to lean into the gentle touch having grown used to the way Alicent acted like a mother even during times like these where she was hot and cold but stayed in your seat and your hands down by your side as you lightly shook your head again keeping your tone quiet and your eyes downcast "I've never looked at him in that way I just assumed he was kind to everyone."

Alicent laughed. "Of course you haven't, my sweet Y/n." The Queen placed her hands on her maiden's arms. "But now you know why Aemond has always been drawn to you." Alicent walked behind you. She slowly began to unbraid your hair. Her hands moved slowly across the girl's back. "Look at me, my beautiful lady." Alicent's tone was soft, almost intimate. You slightly flinched at the touch as your breathing started to pick up even as you wanted to pull away and just run away from all of this never wanting to see anyone you knew again, feeling your eyes sting with tears but forced yourself to keep your composer as you leaned back in your seat and tilted your head back looking up at the queen knowing begging and pleading wouldn't work by any means.

Alicent removed the braid from your head. Your hair came down, loose and soft. Alicent stood behind you, her head still bowed as she began to brush your hair. "You are so beautiful, my sweet girl." Alicent gently pulled you from the chair. She pulled you closer toward herself until you both were almost touching. "We must speak of your wedding," Alicent said slowly. "It will be a momentous occasion. An occasion that even the king and the rest of the Seven Kingdoms will not forget." You made no movement or attempts to move, leave, or to keep fighting on this losing battle knowing once word got around no one would listen to you that this wasn't what you wanted because after all who didn't want to marry a prince, moving to your feet as you stood in front of the queen who hugged you close as your arms stayed down by your sides as you listened to her words and closed your eyes and rested your head against Alicent’s shoulder saying nothing which could easily be taken as you now going along with it.

Alicent's hands ran up your body, down your back, along your side. Her fingers traced the curves of your frame. Alicent lifted your chin up so you were both watching each other's eyes. "My sweet girl," Alicent said with a smile. "I can feel how nervous you are." Alicent moved her hands back to your hair, brushing it gently. "Don't be nervous," said Alicent. "You are safe here, with me."

During the next few days you had been moved from where servants stayed and into your own private chambers where everyone you once worked with was now taking care of you even if you cleaned up after yourself out of habit, having even more time with Aemond mainly letting him speak as you only gave small answers or just asked for him to keep talking just so you could pretend to listen like you cared. Always waiting until the dead of night to cry yourself to sleep only to get up clean yourself up and get ready for your day even as your closet was suddenly taken away but filled with green colors or whatever dresses Aemond got for you. "Y/n, my sweet," said Alicent one day. "Your wedding to Aemond is only a month away. You need a gown fitting for a queen.” Alicent leaned down to look at you face to face. "I want the entire castle to see your wedding gown and be jealous. Everyone in the realm will talk about your wedding. In fact, I will send letters to certain ladies inviting them to attend the ceremony so they can catch a glimpse of you, my sweet girl," said Alicent.

You had simply been following behind Alicent and Aemond as they both took over and planned the whole wedding asking for your input only to speak over you, as they came up with more ideas to make this a grand thing you had been staring down at the ground only to look up when you heard your name and slowly nodded your head never thinking things would get this so out of hand but stood up on a small stage as your measurements were being taken and looked down seeing servants you had been friends with who you couldn't speak too anymore due to Aemond forcing you not to and Alicent threatening them "Yes your majesty." Alicent's eyebrows raised. You sounded...bored, perhaps even annoyed, by Aemond and Alicent's wedding plans "Very good," said Alicent. "Now, I must be sure the gown is perfect." Alicent turned away from you and toward a seamstress. "What is your opinion?"

As Alicent conversed with the seamstress you felt a presence behind you. Aemond was standing behind you, leaning against the wall, staring at you. You stood still as you tilted your head back while shutting your eyes as you listened to Alicent speak with the seamstress who had all different kinds of ideas from the gown being green, overly sparkly with jewels and gems, anything overly dramatic that would make a statement for the rest of the wedding. Glancing over your shoulder and suddenly tensed up as you looked away after noticing Aemond and said nothing even if it was looked at as rude but still felt awkward about all this especially since Aemond seemed to hover over you more so now than before. The seamstress finished speaking to Alicent and bowed. As the seamstress walked away, Alicent turned toward her maiden, Alicent looked down at you. Aemond still leaned against the wall behind you. Alicent's eyes were cold and sharp; her tone was stern.

Alicent tilted her head, trying to understand the look on your face. "You are still unhappy with my plans?" Alicent asked. "Your wedding has been very well received by everyone else. Everyone wants to see you wed Aemond." You pulled a robe on yourself tying it closed as you watched the seamstress leave before looking at the queen again feeling like you had been broken and beaten down like what you wanted didn't matter, having learned quickly just how serious all of this was for the mother and son who didn't seem capable of backing down by now even as Aemond wouldn't leave your side anymore but shrugged your shoulders at the words being spoken to you "Everyone believes he and I are in love your majesty."

Alicent narrowed her eyes. "That's because you are in love."  Alicent's voice was harsh. "In a month, you will be the lady of the Seven Kingdoms. You will be the most famous woman in all of Westeros from nothing to marrying a prince." Alicent looked toward Aemond, who still leaned against the wall behind you. "Do you even know how many girls would kill for this opportunity?" asked Alicent. "This is the one chance in your lifetime to fulfill your dream of marrying a prince." Sighing heavily as you looked down at the ground having grown tired of the constant back and forth, hot and cold, if Alicent was kind and sweet it was Aemond who was cold and harsh while your head couldn't stop spinning as you did your best to keep up doing what you always had which was simply going along with what was said if it made everyone happy which worked after noticing how attached the two were to your side. Taking in the words as you stood silently no longer knowing what to do or say but slowly nodded your head as you closed your eyes feeling like if anything you would view Aemond as a friend "Your right my apologies your majesty."

Alicent sighed. "Y/n, dear," she said gently, trying to calm you down. Alicent's tone was softer now, more sympathetic. "This is all a lot to take in. It's okay if you feel overwhelmed." Alicent knelt down to be face to face with you. She placed her hands on your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes. "Do you love Aemond?" asked Alicent. "You do, don't you?" Biting down roughly on your lower lip as you listened to Alicent speak even when you forced yourself to look up and make eye contact with the queen, knowing you didn't feel the same way for Aemond but knew better then to say that especially out loud only slowly nodding your head with no spark in your eye like when you had first started working at the castle and spoke quietly without actually saying the words "Yes your grace I do."

Alicent let out a sigh of relief. "I knew it," she said. "I knew you had feelings for Aemond." Alicent's tone was back to normal. Her expression was no longer sympathetic; she did not want to hear any more complaints or objections. "But I need you to say it, Y/n. Say you love Aemond." Alicent kept her eyes locked on yours as she spoke almost like it was a dare. "Go on." Closing your eyes as a sighed past your lips before hearing the next words that were spoken to yourself as you slowly opened your eyes knowing Aemond was still in the room as well, taking several moments before answering until you slowly nodded your head once more and looked down at the ground as you softly whispered "I love Aemond."

Alicent smiled. "You see?" she said to you. "It's not so hard to tell the truth." Alicent stood back up. "Good girl," she said as she patted your head. "You and Aemond will have a lovely wedding. We will send out invitations to all the lords and ladies in the realm. Aemond's wedding will be one of the most momentous events in the history of the Seven Kingdoms." You bit down on the inside of your cheek as you listened to Alicent speak while trying your best to not roll your eyes but simply nodded along numbly "Yes your grace", Stepping down off of the small stage the seamstress used when altering clothes and started to walk away wanting to go to your private chambers without feeling like someone was breathing down your neck or forcing you into spend time with them.

"Y/n, dear," Alicent yelled after you before you could actually leave, "you will spend the evening with Aemond!" Alicent looked to Aemond, who was still leaning against the wall. "Aemond, go get her!" Alicent commanded. Aemond looked back at the Queen and gave a slight bow before moving toward you. "Come," said Aemond in a stoic voice. "It's time for your dancing lesson." You pulled on a different dress before nodding along to the queen's orders before looking over at Aemond as you heard his voice, nodding your head before slowly following him only having slowly gotten used to having to walk side by side with the tall prince than glanced over at him as you sighed feeling torn of wanting to say something but not wanting to anger him if you said the wrong thing.

Aemond began to escort you through the halls of the Red Keep to a large hall where a few musicians played music. Most of the seats within the hall were empty. "Come," said Aemond, holding out his hand. He led you down the stairs to the center of the floor. Aemond turned to face you. "This dance will be the centerpiece of our wedding," Aemond said. "Every noble in this realm will be watching us dance. We need to practice." Aemond opened his arms, ready to embrace you. "Now come, let me hold you in my arms."

You had been trying to get used to the gentle tone he used toward you but felt as if you had no real choice in the matter, taking slow steps as you walked closer toward him before gently placing your hand in his own doing your best to follow suit since you weren't used to this aspect having mainly just helped around during parties or festivals but couldn't help that you were looking down as you tried to follow his expert steps. "Y/n," said Aemond. "I see your eyes. You are looking at the floor like a mouse." Aemond slowly tilted your chin up with his thumb. He looked into your eyes. "Raise your head," he commanded sweetly. "Look at me." Aemond caressed your cheeks. He looked into your eyes."There," he said. "That's my girl." You bit down on your lower lip once you felt his gentle touch against your face as you slowly but surely met his lavender eye, nodding your head in understanding at his words as you still felt nervous before letting out a soft breath and tilted your head not knowing all the sweet and grand affection or attention from him was him just trying to get you to see him in a different light even as you couldn't help but ask the question that rested on your tongue "My prince might I ask a question?....Why me? what exactly is so special about me that you've been drawn too?".  Aemond chuckled."You're kidding, right? You're the most beautiful maiden in the Red Keep. Who wouldn’t want to marry you?” Aemond ran his fingers through your hair. "Not only that, but you are gentle, kind, smart, and the best attendant a prince could ask for. Do not ask why I  want you, my sweet and innocent maiden, but ask why everyone wants you."

Aemond stared into your eyes. His tone became serious. "Sweet Y/n, I want to tell you a secret." Aemond paused at these words, as if he were trying to choose his words carefully. "I've been...watching you." You pulled away a little as you looked at him shocked at the little things he had seemed to notice about you, not pulling away from his touch as you slowly nodded your head to show him could tell you the secret before you looked at him confused knowing he did certain things which he always claimed was for you but never knew why as you softly questioned him "What do you mean by watching me?"

"I've been watching you for a while now," said Aemond. "I remember the first time I noticed you." Aemond thought back to the moment he first laid eyes on you. "It was early in the morning." He looked into your eyes, "the sun was just rising, and...there you were. You were so beautiful." Aemond slowly nodded his head. "I still remember the details of that morning. Your dress." Aemond placed his hands on your hips. "I've been watching you," Aemond repeated. "Ever since you came to the Red Keep, I've been watching you." Aemond placed one hand on your lower back. "I was attracted to you." Aemond brushed the hair away from your mouth, revealing your plump lips that he always imagined pressing against his own. "Your soft, but hypnotic beauty." Aemond stared into your eyes as he brushed your lips with his thumb. "I've loved you for years."

You placed your hands on his chest as you both stopped dancing only now gazing into each other's eyes, leaning into his touch which wasn't a thing before learning this information from the prince himself never having thought you could feel something this tender for him. Licking your lips slightly as you whispered softly still curious about more of how else he saw you "Have you truly?....What else?". “Every time I walk through the halls," Aemond whispered, "I see you." Aemond cradled your face. "Every time I enter the Great Sept.." Aemond took a moment to lower his voice even further as he leaned closer to you, your noses almost touching. Aemond breathed a soft, warm breath on your neck. "I see you."  Aemond's eyes lit up. You had not rejected him, and more importantly, you seemed to want to know more of the thoughts that never left him alone.

Aemond's face was closer to yours now. He was caressing your cheeks, touching your hair, and brushing his fingers along the nape of your neck enjoying that he could touch you. Aemond leaned forward and kissed your lips. It was a passionate, hungry, lustful kiss. "You are so beautiful," Aemond whispered after the kiss. "Why have we waited so long to love each other?" You let your eyes flutter shut at his touch before letting out a soft gasp at his kiss as you slowly started to kiss him back, enjoying how his firm lips felt against your own before you slowly looked at him again as you listened to his words before softly whispering as you didn't know what to do "Aemond... the hour is late. I should return to my chambers now..."

Aemond reluctantly pulled away from you. The smile on his face turned into a pout. For whatever reason, you did not wish to stay and love-make, although Aemond did want that more than anything in the world. "Yes, Y/n, it's late," he said. "But we will make up for lost time when we are married." Aemond kissed your forehead. He looked at you with a dreamy expression. "Oh my Y/n, my fair maiden," he said. "You mean so much to me." "That I know," You said softly. "And I'll try to love you more than anything... my prince. But right now, I think I just need some more time getting used to all this." You kissed Aemond's cheek and smiled at him before you started walking away feeling a little bit better about everything and that maybe there might just be some open communication with him.

Aemond watched you walk away. For a moment, he simply stood still, soaking in the sight of your figure moving away from him. He shook his head and then followed after you. Aemond caught up with you and grabbed both of your hands. "Y/n, you're right," Aemond said. "We should slow things down for a bit." Aemond looked into your eyes. "But don't walk away," he said. "Not after I took the courage to confess my love to you." Feeling yourself start to fall deep into your thoughts about everything and just how genuine the prince had seemed even with all the craziness he had pulled, looking back at him before looking down as he held your hands as you thought over his words and slowly nodded your head wondering if it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to give him a real chance "Well....How about we take a walk and perhaps get to know each other better?".

Aemond looked surprised. You wanted to spend another moment with him? "Yes," he said, his voice sounding less stern than before. "A walk sounds like a wonderful idea." Aemond took hold of your hand tenderly. He squeezed your hand tightly and then started walking forward as he pulled you along with him. As the two walked down the hall, Aemond looked down at you with a sweet smile. You nodded your head as you took a deep breath but started walking beside him before you had a chance to second guess yourself, lacing your fingers together as you enjoyed the silence that fell on you both before looking over at Aemond as if there was a new light about him you hadn’t see before.

As you walked, he put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his body. His eyes were locked on you. You had the prettiest smile, the sweetest laugh, the gentlest soul. There was no other person in the Seven Kingdoms he would rather marry than you. Aemond walked with you down the long, dimly illuminated hallway. Aemond looked down to see that you had laced your fingers. Aemond was not used to such a simple, intimate gesture of affection. He looked up at you, feeling his heart beat faster and faster. "Y/n," he said, "you have no idea how much these simple little gestures mean to me. I feel so close to you right now." Smiling softly at his words happy to see there was so much more to the blonde male than the anger or snap judgment decisions he would make, gently squeezing his hand as you nodded along as your eyes locked on his again curious about how different life would be now for you or after you married him "I didn't realize things with you could be so nice or easy-going....It's actually quite nice."

Aemond let out a soft laugh. Nice? Easy-going? Aemond had never heard those words used to describe him before. You had an effect on him that he could not describe. "Y/n, I must confess. My behavior over the last few months has been...improper." Aemond squeezed your hand tightly. "I am often angry and judgmental. I don't listen to others. I am always fighting with others. But when I'm with you..." Aemond smiled at you. He was so happy that you wanted to marry him even if it was by force. "I'm sorry for being so standoffish. I'm sorry for being so harsh." Aemond squeezed your hand tenderly again. "I promise that I'll be more open with you from now on," he said. "You're right, Y/n, things between us can be easy-going. You don't have to worry. I won't make things hard anymore”  Aemond's cheeks had turned red. It was obvious he liked the attention you were giving him "Y/n," he asked, his tone becoming more sweet, "you will marry me, won’t you?".

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His Sapphire Princess (IV)

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Alicent adores the girl, so when Rhaenyra proposes a marriage between Aemond and Rhaenyra's daughter Visenya, Alicent happily agrees.

The children having been best friends in their youths are more than happy to be wed but when the incident at drift mark occurs things change, will it be for better or worse?

word count: 2,327

CW: violence

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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Visenya

Her brothers woke her in a panic, pulling her out of bed and dragging her through the halls of Driftmark, claiming Vhagar had been stolen.

“You can’t steal a dragon” she yawned, wiping at her eyes, confused as to what they meant.

“but she was mine to claim, someone stole my right!” Rhaena whined. of course, cloaking him, she hoped it was Aemond, though she would admit Rhaena should have been able to attempt to claim her, but if it was Aemond that truly claimed her she could find no fault in it.

“dragons aren’t inherited Rhaena, anyone could claim Vhagar, not just you” Visenya spoke, her tone harsher than she meant “I’m going back to bed” she went to turn back but luke jumped in front of her, his best puppy eyes on display

“Senya, please, what if it’s a bad guy, we need your help” Luke begged.

“fine” she sighed in defeat, she had her dagger she supposed if someone had  actually taken Vhagar she could defend them, though she saw no point of this escapade.

Vhagar roared as she landed, her new rider, a beacon of silver in the night sky, climbing down her rope.

“it’s him” spoke Jace.

it was Aemond, just as she hoped. His face was smug, his walk confident. he was like a whole new person. 

“Aemond?” she questioned softly, rubbing up to him, “you claimed her?”  

his eyes glimmered as he looked at her, a true smile gracing his lips. He wasn’t a new person, he was still her Aemond.

“Vhagar is my mother's dragon” Rhaena stated.

“your mothers dead” he replied, scowling. “and Vhagar has a new rider now.”

“Aemond” she chined, elbowing him softly. 

“she was mine to claim” Rhaena declared.

“Vhagar choose her rider, if Aemond weren’t meant to claim her then she wouldn’t have allowed him to claim her” Visneya reasoned, trying to calm the group, though it was all for nought as shouts of protest were heard from the twins.

Aemond moved forward,  placing her behind him “Then you should've claimed her!” he looked at Jace and Luke then back to Rhaena, “ Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride… It would suit you.”

Baela launched herself at Aemond, before being pushed off. “come at me again, and I’ll feed you to Dragon”

The next few moments were filled with yells and screams as her brothers and cousins attacked Aemond.

“stop!” Visenya demanded, moving to pull Baela off of Aemond, only to be elbowed and pushed against a rock. 

“Senya!” Aemond and Jace screamed, the attack coming to a halt. 

“it’s ok,” she tried to reassure, rubbing her head as she sat up “just stop fighting, it will not give Rhaena a dragon, nor will it take Aemonds away from him!” 

“he stole Vhagar, she was mine to claim!” Rhaena once again insisted.

“yeah, yeah we get it ok! just stop this fighting!… please” 

Baela turned to look at her, sighing as if ready to coincide before looking at Aemond. his hand rested behind Visenya's back, his face still smug.

she charged at him again, pushing him away from Visneya and to the ground. Jace followed punching him in the face before shoving them away.

she wasn’t sure what would happend next, her head pushing too hard, liquid filling her ears. the words flame and bastard sounded, her brother Jace in Aemonds hold, a rock to his head.

“no stop!” she screamed, crawling over, unable to find balance, her dagger falling from her pocket as she pulled Jace away. 

Luke grabbed her dagger and dived at Aemond, Visneya despite the fact her blurred vision, she managed to jump in front of Aemond, the dagger driving through his eye and the side of her neck.

After that, it all went black.

The hall was tense as a maester worked with Aemond and Visneya. 

No one dared to speak.

Several maesters cared for Visenya, her neck seeping in blood, her body still unconscious, and her brothers crying beside her. Luke begging for her to be alright. 

Aemond had insisted on being as close to her as possible, refusing to let go of her hand, and only doing so when it became apparent it was interfering with the maesters work. 

“How could you allow such as thing to happen?” Viserys demanded, furious “I will have answers”

“The princes and princess were supposed to be abed, my king” Ser Harold spoke

“Who had to watch” Viserys demanded

“The young prince was attacked by his cousins, your grace, and the princess by her brothers,” Ser Criston remarked

Outraged with these responses Viserys shouted “you swore oaths to protect and defend my blood”

“I’m very sorry, your grace,” Ser Harrold told him

“The king's guard has never had to defend princes from princes, your grace” Ser Criston spoke

The hall was quiet, the fury of the king growing. His granddaughter lay on the table, unconscious as blood seeped out of her neck, the Maesters still trying to locate the bleeding. 

“That is no answer!” Viserys spat

“It will heal, will it not maester?” Alicent asked she knew that the eye would be lost, but she still had hoped the seven would be merciful.

Solemnly the maester replied “the flesh will heal, but the eye is lost, your grace”

Nodding, a tear falling from her eye, she looked towards Visenya “what of the princess maester?”

Giving a small sad smile the lead maester working on Visenya stepped back to look at the king and queen, “we cannot tell yet your grace, we cannot seem to locate the bleeding and until we do, we cannot say”

Letting out an anguished cry Alicent moved to Aegon slapping him “where were you?”

Recoiling away Aegon spoke “me? Ow! What was that for?” he complained, almost ashamed. He had been getting drunk whilst his brother and niece suffered, that was enough to sober him. He worried the sight would make him burst in tears.

Alicent sneered “that was nothing compared to the abuse your brother and niece suffered while you were drowning in your cups” looking down ashamed, all Aegon could do was whisper a small as sorry.

“Where is Rhaenyra, her daughter has suffered a grave injury at the hands of her sons… where is Rhaenyra!” Alicent demanded to the room. The people equally confused as to where the princess was, remained silent.

Lord Corlys and princess Rhaenys entered the hall, demanding what had happened “what is the meaning of this”

Princess Rhaenys quickly went to her granddaughters, before catching sight of Visneay on the table, a small cry leaving her lips “what has happened?” she demanded. “What has happened to my granddaughter” the silence once more filled the room, as no one could answer.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were the last to enter the room, Daemon smug and nonchalant, Rhaenyra confused and guilty. She was quick to tun to her sons, not even bothering to look for her daughter. “what happened? Jace, Luke? Show me, show me!” taking Luke’s face in her hands she asked, “where is your sister?” both boys looked down before pointing to the table surrounded by maesters.

“Oh, my sweet girl” Rhaenyra cried taking Rhaenys place next to her daughter, as Rheanys moved to her Beala and Rheana.

“They attacked us!” Aemond spat, causing the other children to being shouting contrasting statements.

“He attacked Baela”

“He broke Luke’s nose!”

“He stole my mother’s dragon!”

“ENOUGH” Viserys demanded, his confusion only increasing at the children's ranting, 

“He was going to kill Jace!” Luke shouted

“I didn’t do anything! And you’re the one who attacked Visenya!” Aemond shot back, furious, she was defending him from their attack, they were to blame not him. He had lost his eye, his Visenya was wounded and unconscious. 

“Enough!” Viserys demanded, once again. 

Rhaenyra had made her way back to her sons, allowing the Maesters their space to work, as they finally located the bleeding.

“It should be my son telling the tale” Alicent demanded.

Luke whispered what was said to his mother “he called us bastards”

Hitting his cane on the ground Viserys demanded once again “silence” moving to look at Aemond he demanded the truth “Aemond, I will have the truth of what happened, now!”

“What else is there to hear? Your son and granddaughter maimed…Her son is responsible”

“It was a regrettable accident” Rhaenyra spoke, she didn’t want to believe what Luke had done, let alone to his sister. 

“The prince Lucerys brought a blade to an ambush. He meant to kill my son, he might yet have killed your daughter” Alicent spoke viciously, how could Rhaenyra defend her sons after what they did to her daughter, to Aemond?

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves… Vile insults were levied against them” Rhaenyra declared

“What insults?” Viserys asked

Hesitating, knowing it was the unspoken truth, Rhaenyra replied “the legitimacy of my son’s birth was put loudly to the question”

“What?”

Speaking up, Luke has a tremor in his voice as he casts a look at his sister, guilt filling his body “he called us bastards”

“My sons are in line to inherit the iron throne, your grace. This is the highest of treasons…. Prince Aemond must be Sharpley questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders” Rhaenyra spoke

In disbelief at Rhaenyra’s audacity, Alicent spoke “over an insult? My son has lost an eye! What of your daughter what is your sons’ excuses for her!?” she demanded, looking over to Visenya, the Maesters had finally stopped the bleeding, but she was yet to wake. 

“You tell me boy, where did you hear this lie?” Viserys demanded, he knew the truth, he was not blind, he knew they were not Laenor’s and guilt filled him that he did not give his daughter a husband who could give her more than one child, even that he doubted, that she had to look elsewhere.

Worried, everyone knew it was Alicent who spread the rumours “this insult was training yard bluster, it was nothing”

Ignoring his wife, Viserys asked again “Aemond, I asked you a question!”

Interrupting again Alicent asked “where is Ser Laenor, I wonder? The children’s father? Perhaps he might have something to say on the matter.”

“Yes, where is Ser Laenor?”

Rhaenyra admitted, “I do not know, your grace, I could not find sleep, I had gone on a walk.”

Alicent rolled her eyes and muttered “entertaining his young squires, I would venture”

Asking again, Viserys spoke “Aemond, look at me. Your king demands answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

Aemond shifted his gaze to his mother, “It was Aegon” he answered. He would not sell out his mother, even if they all knew it was really her.

“Me?” Aegon asked confused, he did not care nor ever mention if they were bastards. He was rather fond of Luke and Jace, they often had fun together. He could care less about their parentage.

“And you, boy? Where did you hear such calumnies?” Viserys spat “Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!”

Giving up, with a sigh Aegon spoke “We know, father. Everyone knows. Just look at them”

“This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it.” Viserys spoke.

“That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, Visenya who knows if she will wake. ‘Good will’ cannot make Aemond whole” Alicent spat

“I know Alicent, but I cannot restore an eye,” Viserys said with a deep sigh, he looked to Visenya. Her face was terribly pale, her neck was being wrapped and her head stitched.

“No, because it’s been taken!” 

“What would you have me do?”

“There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return” Alicent declared, gasps filling the hall.

“My dear wife-”

Her eyes watered, her son, their sons’ eye had been taken and he does not seem to care “he is your son, Viserys. Your blood”

“Do not allow your temper to guide your judgment” Viserys warned

“If the king will not seek justice, the queen will. Ser Criston… Bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.” Alicent ordered.

Luke let out a nervous shout for his mother, moving to hide behind her. 

“he can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son” Alicent spoke, Ser Criston stared down at her, unsure of what to do.

Speaking to Criston Viserys demanded “you will do no such thing… Stay your hand”

“no, you are sworn to me!” she shouted at Ser Criston, as he stood unsurely “As your protector, my queen.”

“This matter is finished, do you understand?” Viserys spoke to Alicent, moving away before declaring “and let it be known, anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons should have it removed!”

“Thank you, father” Rhaenyra spoke, Alicent enraged moved towards Viserys grabbing his dagger and charging at Rhaenyra and her sons.

Shouts filled the hall, trying to get Alicent to stop, but she continued.

“you’ve gone too far” Rhaneyra spoke, grabbing Alicents arm, preventing the dagger from diving into her son's eye.

“i? what have I done but what expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flout all to do as you, please” Alicent spat in reply. “Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? And now you take my son's eye, and to that event, you feel entitled”

“Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness” Rhaenyra replied, seeing Alicent face drop and her grip on the blade began to loosen. “But now they see you as you truly are,” she said lowly, the dagger slipped from Alicent’s hand, down Rhaenyra's arm, blood dripping to the ground.

“This proceeding is at an end” Viserys declared.

next chapter

[foxyanon]

Qūvrir

Summary: What if…Jaehaerys challenged Rhaenerys for the throne and she answered with one of her own?

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Rhaenerys Targaryen

Word Count: 2549

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS (I cannot stress this enough), Dragon deaths, THIS IS A SAD FIC

Notes: Despite trying (and failing) to avoid HoTD spoilers, I saw the Rooks Rest fight. It HEAVILY inspired this piece. Again, this is a SAD fic. Big shout out to @zaldritzosrose for the name, and for her and @legitalicat for the stills from the episode. Also, peep the quotes, iykyk

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom or A Song Of Ice And Fire nor do I own any of the images used. I only own my original character, Rhaenerys.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

The mood was somber as Rhaenerys was dressed in her armor, preparing for a battle she did not wish to fight. Sihtric watched her from his seat in their chambers at Harrenhal, trying to work up the courage to tell her to back out of the fight and amass her armies but knowing it was futile. Rhaenerys only did this so that she might spare the realm the possibility of a civil war.

Her father had been dead barely a fortnight, and she only just crowned queen when Prince Jaehaerys came to challenge her claim with support from Oldtown, and Houses Lannister and Baratheon. He claimed that as the oldest male heir of House Targaryen, it was his birthright to sit the throne and he had the backing of the Faith and two great houses to show for it. Rhaenerys knew her claim was solid and she had more supporters than her cousin, but the realm had not yet recovered from the last uprising of the Faith Militant and she did not wish for her people to be dragged into a full scale war. So she met his challenge with one of her own; a dragon battle above Gods Eye, just her and him and their dragons. A small part of her hoped Jaehaerys would see that she was demanding he make himself a kinslayer if he wished to usurp her. His eyes told her he did not see the meaning behind her words, and he accepted her challenge, much to Alysanne and Sihtric’s dismay.

Now, they both stood in stifling silence in the massive fortress, the lingering fear that this would be the last time they got to see the other hanging over them like a hangman’s noose. Their eyes locked in the mirror, a thousand things said between a shared look as Sihtric rose from his seat to place the last bit of her outfit on, a beaded gable hood that looked like a crown atop her braided white hair. She looked every inch a warrior queen, just like her late grandmother Visenya.

For a moment, he could almost convince himself she was just going for a quick flight, but the way Rhaenerys turned and pulled him in for a desperate kiss brought him back to reality as he clung to her, returning the kiss as he poured every ounce of love into her with the hope she would return to him. Whispered declarations of love and stray tears falling down their faces filled their final moments before Rhaenerys gathered herself and walked through the dark halls of the black castle, her hand in Sihtrics’ and her head held high as the people she passed bowed low in her presence. Somehow they all knew this would be her final walk as queen, unshed tears in the eyes of those who loved her. She had remained quiet until she reached the main gate leading away from the castle, turning around to face the gathered crowd.

”I have been your princess for many years, and your queen for far less. I have fought beside and for you, as it was my duty and my honor. Today, I will fight once more for you. No matter the outcome of this battle, I would not change a moment of the life I have lived nor the people I have shared it with. It is you, the people of the realm, who make this decision the easiest I have ever made. I would wield a thousand blades and fight a thousand battles for just a chance to spare your lives. Know this, It has been my greatest privilege to serve you,” she said with a conviction that had everyone watching kneeling, a show of support for their rightful queen.

Rhaenerys turned to face Sihtric, taking both his hands in hers. ”And you, my beloved husband. Live or die, you have been all of my joy and strength. I swear to you now, live or die, I will find you in every life,” she said softly, squeezing his hands.

Sihtric had to swallow the lump in his throat, cupping her face in his tattooed hands and resting his forehead against hers. “You have been my greatest love, but today you are my greatest sorrow,” he whispered, kissing her once more without a care for the crowd watching. She pulled away after a few moments, a sad smile on her face as she walked away and towards Abraxsas, knowing if she didn’t go now she’d stay in his embrace forever. As she approached her dragon, the two leaned against the other, a moment of calm before the storm.

“Mēre mōrī vīlībāzma, ñuha raqiros,” Rhaenerys said, smiling into the amethyst eye of her dragon before climbing into the saddle and taking to the clouded skies, the distant bellowing of Vermithor joining the roar of Abraxsas as Silverwing landed beside Harrenhal, Alysanne joining Sihtric as the two watched their loves circle the other. (One last battle, my friend)

Rhaenerys and Jaehaerys circled the other, the wind loud in their ears as they stared the other down. Both Abraxsas and Vermithor were around the same size, both agile and quick with the tempers to match. Rhaenerys wanted to shout at her cousin, try to convince him to bow out but the screech Vermithor gave in response to his rider screaming was the answer she got to her unspoken words.

”Angōs, Abraxsas!” Rhaenerys yelled, the she-dragon beneath her responding with a roar of her own, turning to meet Vermithor head on above the Gods Eye, the lake surface calm as it reflected the scene above, almost as if the gods themselves were holding their breath in shock and horror. (Attack)

The two dragons collided in a mess of teeth and talons, neither managing to get the upper hand as they clawed at the other, shredding wings and ripping horns from the enemy. They distangled themselves briefly before reengaging, the orange fire of Vermithor lighting the sky alongside the purple flames of Abraxsas as they wrapped talon around talon and wing around wing in some beautifully tragic display of betrayal and horror.

Vermithor and Jaehaerys tried throwing Abraxsas and Rhaenerys into the ground, but only succeeded in throwing them a little ways across the sky before they righted themselves and flew over the half melted castle. Rhaenerys felt like she was overheating in her armor from the fire, but she didn’t relent, reaching back to clip herself into the saddle and leaning forward, gripping the handles with determination and regret weighing heavy in her chest. She was covered in ash, the ends of her braids burnt off when she shared a look with her cherished dragon, the latter covered in bites and scratches, several horns having been ripped from her skull. They could feel the pain and sorrow of the other, no words needing to be said as they accepted their fate.

”Angōs, Abraxsas,” Rhaenerys quietly commanded, the two turning back to face their opponents just as Vermithor and Jaehaerys flew to them in a desperate rage.

As the dragons latched on again, Abraxsas managing to wrap her jaws tightly around the bronze dragons neck as Vermithor dug his claws deep into the chest of the amethyst dragon. Black blood fell from the sky like onyx rain, the final fall of two great beasts and their riders stunning the crowds watching. Jaehaerys screamed, as if he was in denial about the loss of both the fight and his dragon. Rhaenerys, however, smiled sadly as she watched the light drain from the eyes of Abraxsas, feeling the loss of the bond tear out her soul and leave nothing but a chasm in the space behind her heart. A lifetime of memories flashed behind her eyes, from their first flight as dragon and rider, to the first flight they took Sihtric on, and all the rides in between. For a moment, she could feel the arms of her father and grandmother around her, gently cradling her descent as the wind whipped past her head and drowned out all other sounds.

The whole fight, Sihtric couldn’t take his eyes off his wife’s mount nor his hand off the Mjolnīr pendant he wore. Fear, anxiety and grief had a strong hold on him, so much so that he didn’t realize that Uhtred and Finan had wrapped their arms around him to keep him from running towards the fight. At some point, he felt Alysanne grip his wrist, the two seeking comfort in that small act. He didn’t blame her for her husband's actions, just as she did not blame him or her cousin for theirs. At the end of the day, they were family, whether they shared blood or a name. Then the fight came to the most brutal end they could think of.

Sihtric watched, horrified as the feeling of dread wrenched a bloodcurdling scream from his throat, as Rhaenerys and Abraxsas plummeted to the ground, the she-dragon latched onto Vermithor’s neck and dragged him and Jaehaerys with her. His love, his wife, the woman who was the blood in his veins was going to die and he could do nothing but pray to his gods and hers that she might live. But as Abraxsas and Vermithor spiraled downwards, heartbreaking shrieks and cries echoing through the stone walls of Harrenhal, he knew none of them would survive the inevitable crash into the water of Gods Eye.

He could feel the arms of his friends tighten around him as he thrashed in their grip, desperate to get to her side in a fruitless bid to save Rhaenerys. He barely registered the cries of Alysanne or any of the other onlookers, the bright white cloak of Ser Elwood Graves flashing past his periphery as the Queensguard knight mounted a horse and tore out the gate towards where the dragons would land. And land they did, with a crash that shook the ground while orange and purple flames engulfed all four. Vermithor and Jaehaerys slammed into the edge of the lake, a wave of water rolling up and swallowing them both amidst smoke and steam. Abraxsas, however, only partially ended up in the water and mostly on her back.

Sihtric managed to free himself from Uhtred and Finans hands, grabbing the first horse he saw and following after Ser Elwood, tears streaming down his face as his mind fought with the reality of the situation, refusing to believe she was gone without proof. The grass surrounding part of the lake was still burning, the collapse of Vermithor having snuffed out the rest when he splashed into the lake. With a quick dismount, he ran towards the back of the still bleeding dragon praying Rhaenerys survived only to see her still latched onto the saddle, half hanging from the harness as her arms and legs lay on the ground.

“No. Please gods, no,” Sihtric wept, quickly reaching her side and tenderly gathering her mostly charred body. He unclipped her harness, her limp body falling into his arms as he held her to his chest. The metal parts of her armor had nearly melted into her flesh and were still hot to the touch but Sihtric didn’t care. He’d wear the burn marks the rest of his life as a reminder of the worst day he ever faced and more if he could hear her voice just one last time. Instead, he was forced to hold his dead wife, the holder of his heart, in shaking hands as he tried to cup her face, only to stop himself before letting out the most heartbreaking wail, knowing she was gone and he couldn’t change it.

He swore to protect her and he failed, his tears falling from his face and dripping onto her lifeless face. He doesn’t know how long he remained there, rocking her back and forth in his arms and begging her to come back to him. Ser Elwood, the man who had been her sworn shield since she was just a girl, found Sihtric babbling incoherently over Rhaenerys’ face, the older man stood there in shock as grief began to settle on his soul. The sound of hoof beats rapidly approaching broke the silence, the other lords coming to confirm the death of the queen.

The days following the battle blurred together for Sihtric, funeral arrangements and council meetings to determine who would be regent until his oldest son, Aenar came of age to ascend the throne. He wept again when he thought of the two children left behind, his son and daughter who would never know the sound of their mothers laugh or learn to speak their mother tongue from her. He was nothing but a shell of a man, still living but barely breathing and refusing to eat, preferring to waste away. It wasn’t until he was sitting in the chambers he once shared with Rhaenerys in the Red Keep, looking at Dark Sister laying next to Catspaw on the dresser where she left them, that he made the decision to join her. He was up and across the room, unaware that Uhtred had come to check on him. Before Sihtric could plunge the Valyrian steel dagger into his heart, his friend had stopped him.

”No, please. Let me do this, let me join her,” Sihtric fought back, but he lacked the strength to prevent Uhtred from disarming him.

”I will not let you do this, she would not want this,” Uhtred snapped back, wrestling the dagger from Sihtrics hands with a loud clatter and pulling the younger man's back to his chest as they fell to the floor.

Sobs wracked Sihtrics' slightly diminished frame, his voice cracking when he tried to speak. “I can not…can not live without her. Uhtred, I can not do it,” Sihtric cried, sagging in Uhtred’s embrace.

”You must, for Aenar and Vaella. They need their father,” Uhtred said back, understanding in his tone as he remembered the despair he felt after Gisela. He couldn’t blame Sihtric, because he had felt the same, but he couldn’t let his friend fall into this abyss alone.

At the mention of his children, Sihtric’s heart sank. His son, who had his mothers eyes and his daughter, who had her spirit. As much as it pained him to admit, Uhtred was right. They needed him, and through them she lives. He would carry on, he had too, for their sake.

He wasn’t quite sure where he pulled the strength from within himself to get up from the floor when Uhtred released him, but he would swear until his dying breath that he felt her hands on his arms as he stood. The years would pass him, the two children she left him growing into their own and being just as beloved as their mother by the people. The Maesters wrote how Sihtric never remarried, melancholy holding him with one hand while the hand of his children and later grandchildren held the other. And when the time finally came to call him home, he closed his eyes in his bed at Dragonstone and opened them to see Rhaenerys waiting for him with the smile he missed so much on her face, her hand outstretched as the golden hall of Valhalla shone behind her.

Tagging: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @gemini-mama @zaldritzosrose @legitalicat

@alexagirlie @thenameswinter99 @viking-chaos @sihtricsafin

[merovingianprincess]

Life After Death - Aegon Targaryen x Reader

hey, this is literally my first time writing something like this. please be nice and feedback is appreciated. English is my first language but sometimes i am stupid I have seen another story similar to this but not exact, I have not copied anyone, i swear.

TW: death, grief

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Fire and Blood/House of the Dragon, nor do I claim to own any of them.

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It was becoming dark and getting cooler as you, Princess Visenya Targaryen, were ushered by Aegon's men into your own quarters alone, and your beloved mother and brothers were held outside in the courtyard of Dragonstone.

You didn't bother trying to bang on the door to get out, as you knew they had been locked and the fight had practically been lost. You could hear the clinging of the armor of the guards who were stationed outside your door on Aegon's orders. He demanded you be taken to your quarters, "To be dealt with later."

Sighing in defeat you sat down in a chair near the hearth, hands wringing together in your lap. Glancing towards the window, seeing the sun starting to set in the sky.

What could you do? Nothing. Your beloved dragon, Vermithor and his mate Silverwing, were being held down on Dragonmont, you silently prayed to any god who would listen to keep your dear dragon and his own lover safe. There was no way to get to the two large beasts, only hoping they would remain unharmed; though it would take a lot of effort for simple soldiers to kill two gigantic dragons.

You felt a slow breeze drift through your open windows, cool enough for you to consider wrapping up in a blanket, but you didn't want to move. There were a hundred thoughts running through your head. What was to happen to your mother, the queen? What about your dear brothers Aegon and Viserys? Your other brothers Jacareys, Lucerys, and Joffery were all killed off separately during the war.

It was painful and torture sitting with, what ifs? The seconds felt like hours drifting by, slowly, like watching a boat move across the water over the horizon on a day with no wind.

You began to pick at the loose thread on your black and red dress, thinking about how you'd need to repair it, maybe with some pretty embroidery, if you survived. Oh, but no. It felt so stupid to think of something like that when your mother and brothers were being held by Aegon's men. How could this be real life?

You jumped in your seat when you suddenly hear a dragon's roar, though not Vermithors or Silverwings. It must be Sunfyre, the thought makes you even more nervous, feeling yourself start to shake. You stood up to walk around hoping that would ease the shaking of your body, it did slightly; before you heard a scream. A scream that was bloodcurdling, it was haunting, memorable. Somehow you knew whose it was, though you wanted so badly to deny it, to not think of such a thing.

You found yourself sitting back down on the chair by the hearth, tears forming themselves in your eyes before they began to cascade down your pale face. You sat there like a statue, sitting up properly like a lady, hands folded nicely in your lap, with tears falling quickly, a few hitting the tops of your hands, one or two on your knuckles, your eyes trained down to the stone floor.

Then there were cheers, you turned your head slowly towards the window moving your eyes from the floor to the sunset, it was pretty. At least she died when the sunset was beautiful, you thought, trying to comfort yourself once again. Then you heard cheers from the soldiers and a triumphant roar from Sunfyre.

How dare they?! My mother just died and they cheer? You felt angry, you wanted to scream and throw things around the room. You also wanted to be held, mostly by the big arms of your stepfather, Daemon. He wasn't great at discussing feelings but he was good at comforting you when you were sad or had a bad dream, But, he was dead too. Aegon and Viserys, are dead by now. Everyone you loved was dead, all for a throne.

It was quiet again, your gaze had turned to the fire, the tears still slipping from your eyes, though not as many now. You felt numb and didn't want to cry anymore, you didn't want to feel anything anymore. You were ready to meet your fate as well.

There was a knock at the door, you stood up as it opened. Aegon walked in, with his hand on the pommel of his sword. His face was a bit flushed, but he looked composed, well as composed as one could be after destroying his own sister. You walked toward one another before stopping only two steps separating the two of you.

"Princess Visenya," he said giving you a small smile.

"Aegon," You responded shakily, trying to stop any more tears from reemerging. You told yourself you were going to be strong.

"I have put your mother to death by dragon fire." He said calmly, his hand tightening on the pommel of his sword.

"I gathered that when I heard a dragon's roar followed by screaming and then cheering." You replied, looking at him in the eyes.

He pursed his lips looking down at the stone floor and then quickly back at you. He reached the hand from his sword out and gently started playing with a loose tendril of your silver hair that was near your face. You want to swat his hand away but you were out of the effort for anything. You felt a sort of light tension coming from his person, he opened his mouth to say something and then closed it.

He shifted his gaze from the hair he was playing with to you once again. "I'm going to give you two options Visenya, that's it, I ask that you choose very carefully, okay?" He said, lightly raising his eyebrows.

"Okay." You lightly nodded your head, your hands playing with the rings you had on.

"You can either marry me and become my queen and I'll let your brothers live, or I can sentence all three of you to death the same way your mother died." He said, letting out a breath at the end.

Your eyes widened at him, "My brothers are still alive?" you asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yes," he said, nodding his head, letting go of the silver tendril.

You paused for a brief moment, you surely thought they too had died, you were expecting to die as well, maybe not the same way your mother had. But here Aegon was offering you and your surviving brothers the chance to live, though be his wards. You could become queen though, you weren't your mother's heir, it was Jacareys but you could continue her legacy. You could allow your younger brothers peace, something none of you had known in far too long. You fought with yourself internally, how could you marry the man who usurped your mother's throne and killed your mother? You thought once again to your brothers, they deserved to live.

"I will marry you Aegon," you said, looking up from the floor to him. He smiled widely at you. "But on a condition."

His smile faltered, "On a condition?"

You nodded your head.

"Visenya," he looked down in disbelief with a slight shake of his head, "I'm allowing you to live under far better terms than my advisors would even think of and you're wanting conditions?"

"No bedding ceremony. I do not want to be humiliated or bred like a showhorse in front of people." You spit out quickly before he could say anything else.

He looked back up at you. "That can absolutely be arranged Visenya, absolutely." He slowly and lightly put his hands on the side of your face, and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on your lips. It was quick and your first-ever kiss, never did you expect it to be Aegon. He pulled back giving you a smile that you returned.

"I'm glad about the choice you have made, I must finish things up here on Dragonstone, we shall begin our return to Kings Landing in the morning. I will see that your brothers are being treated well. If you need anything please let one of the guards know, I will send a servant to give you dinner. " Aegon said, lightly grasping your hands, pulling them up to his lips for a kiss, before striding out of the room.

You stood there watching the doors close behind him, this time you did not hear a lock. You walked back over to the chair in front of the hearth, it was somehow still burning strong. Your mother had just died, Aegon has won the war and you were to marry him soon. You felt a rush of mixed emotions. You felt like a traitor to your mother and her supporters, you felt like you did the right thing in protecting your brothers and keeping them alive. But you would also end the war and bring about peace.

You were going to marry King Aegon II and be his Queen.

[2012wannabe]

Hold my Hope by the Throat

teasing a story idea of mine, what do you guys think?

premise: What if Joel was shot in the hospital and died before he could save Ellie? The story would have another set of events for Abby’s storyline while having the same/similar outcome in terms of them and certain events.(AU)

cw: violence, guns, shooting [tags will be updated]

disclaimer: for parts of a couple chapters I used pieces of the tlou script. I don’t own that dialogue nor I am claiming to.

Prologue

“Good luck with your surgery Dr.Anderson.” Marlene said with a heavy sigh.

“I’m going to go tell Joel.”

“Wait, why?”

“He traveled across the country with her. He deserves to know.” She said, stepping off out of the room and into the hallway. Her footsteps echoed as she turned down the stairs. She had always feared it would come to this and guilt was already pooling in her gut. She tried to remind herself that Anna wanted this cure more than anyone and how no one else would die like she ended up dying but it was no solace. Checking her holster she went to grab two guards. She took a deep breathe and said,

“Joel is a killing machine, so if he gives you any indication that he opposes the surgery you just have to shoot him. I don’t want to kill him but I can’t risk anything going south. We need this.” The guards nodded and double checked their guns where they then headed into the room where Joel still lay asleep. Marlene followed after and cleared her throat.

“Welcome to the Fireflies…” she said. He flinched when he woke with a start and she reflexively put a hand out.

“Easy. Ya got hit pretty hard. Patrol didn't know who you were. “

“Where's Ellie?” Joel asked.

“She wasn't hurt. Not even a scratch. She's mostly worried about you.” She said trying to calm the anger she saw bubble in his eyes.

“Where is she?” He asked again.

“We lost half our crew crossing the country. I had five men whose only job was to protect me. And I still almost got killed. How'd you do it?” She said with curiosity.

“It was all her. She fought like hell to get here.”

“She would've been dead on day one. You are the one person I never wanted to be in debt to. But I owe you. We all owe you.”

“Just take me to her.” He pleaded.

“I can't. She's being prepped for surgery.”

“What surgery?” His voice got lower as he tried to contain his fear.

“Our doctor... he thinks that the Cordyceps in Ellie has grown with her since birth.”

“Why is she in surgery?”

“It produces a kind of chemical messenger. It makes normal Cordyceps think that she's Cordyceps. It's why she's immune. He's gonna remove it from her, multiply the cells in a lab, produce those chemical messengers... and then we can give it to everyone. He thinks it could be a cure, Joel. A cure.”

“Cordyceps grows inside the brain.” He repeated.

“It does.”

“Find someone else.”

“There is no one else. We didn't tell her, we didn't cause her any fear, there won't be any pain.”

“No. No, you take me to her. You take me to her right now!” Joel yelled before one of the guards stepped forward and pushed him to the ground.

“Please... you don't understand.”

“I do. I was there when she was born, Joel. I promised her mother that I would save her child…I promised. So I do understand. I'm the only one who understands…I'm sorry. I have no other choice.”

“I do.” Joel said standing up.

“Walk him out to the highway, leave him there with his pack. Give him this.” She said in her best steady voice, flipping Ellie’s knife in between her fingers. Turning to the guards,

“Remember, he tries anything... shoot him.” The first guard pushed him forward and started to lead Joel down the stairs. She followed behind the guards sticking around to watch him leave. If nothing but her own peace of mind, she’d be damned if she got so close and her lost the only chance there was for a cure; for everything every single firefly has died for since the fireflies became a group in the first place. Approaching the stair way Joel stopped suddenly, provoking the guard to say,

“Didn't hear anyone say, ‘Stop.”

“Which way?” He muttered.

“Down the stairs.” Joel took another couple steps and the stopped again.

“The fսck are you doin'? Keep walking.”

“He said keep walk-“ The other guard tried to add when Joel swung the guard’s gun off his shoulder, shooting him in the stomach. Marlene jumped shooting Joel right in the back of his head. His body crumpled to the floor and her ears buzzed. Adrenaline raced through her body and she suddenly looked around. She tried her best to take a deeps breathe, contain her panic, and called for a medic.

Looking at the guards with wide eyes, she took a step back before pulling herself together and instructing the standing guard to get rid of the body. You have to do what you have to do sometimes. She tried to reassure herself. We have a cure and we might actually get our world back.

[songmingisthighs]

[9.55] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ good thing you're smart, if not Wooyoung wouldn't have a whole attitude change

⇁ tw : violence, torture, kindapping, mafia life

⇁ part 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

You don't remember how long it has been since they captured you. Being stuck in a basement would do that apparently.

Whoever was behind your capture had been torturing you beyond your own imagination. They had starved you, hit you, kicked you, attempted to drown you, tied you in an uncomfortable position every night, and sent in someone to make sure you don't get an ounce of sleep.

All that just to get information on Wooyoung.

Currently, you're being tied to a chair, being once again interrogated for informations you had no clue about, "things would be much easier if you'd just give us what we want," the buff man in front of you said, he held a knife to your cheek but at this point you couldn't even flinch, "where is Jung Wooyoung's headquarters?"

Your cold outfit was clinging onto you like second skin, it's uncomfortable and it's dirty, the cold had definitely impacted your health.

Recently all you've been able to feel is just the headache and the burn from inside your body. Not even the abuse given to you was able to inflict you pain.

Everything's just numb.

You look up at the man, almost with a challenging look as you press your face daringly to the blade, "I. Don't. Know." you spat each word like venom.

The man laughed, pretty amused at how daring you are being, "you're his wife, there is no way you wouldn't have known," you rolled your eyes at him, bitter that he used the word 'wife' because you know fully well that Wooyoung would never treat you as such, "then I must've not been his wife now, am I?" You retorted back at him, slightly shocking him because this is the first time within the (apparently) 7 days you've been captured that you had said something else other than 'I don't know' or 'fuck you'.

Everyone was startled at the revelation, they probably hadn't concidered that you might not be Wooyoung's wife. No one really know about Wooyoung's personal life, it seems.

Seeing their hesitance, you take this as your chance of escaping.

The buff man grab your hair harshly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion, "don't lie to me, whore, if you're not his wife, then why'd you have a wedding ring on?" "Stole it from my mistress before I ran away, needed the money," you lied easily, surprising yourself.

"And why are you wearing it?" He asked again, "to make it less inconspicuous, people need to believe that this belongs to me or else they'll alert the cops that I'm a thief,"

He seemed to be having an inner turmoil on whether or not he should believe you.

With how you've been acting and the lack of evidence that you are Wooyoung's wife, you could really have been the wrong target.

"That means Handong lied to us," he said as he push your head away, talking to one of the men next to him, "bring him in and get this bitch out," he said simply before turning back to leave.

But before he walked out of the room, he looked back once more at you with a bitter smirk, "make sure to... deal... with her first, insurance for your silence,"

When the doors closed, 5 men approach your figure, still tied on the chair.

One of them crouch down in front of you, he brush your hair out of your face with a sad smile, "I'm sorry that we have to do this, pretty girl," confused at what he said, you just stared at him. But then he suddenly slap you so hard that you fell down along with the chair you're tied to.

And thus began one of the longest night of your life.

Meanwhile Wooyoung was getting antsy. His men couldn't find you anywhere and there isn't a second when he didn't regret turning his abundance of cctv off

He spent his days either in meetings or trying to track your whereabouts. San had to step in and actually force him to eat, going as far as cuffing him to his chair and spoon-fed him, even throwing a cheesy "would (Y/N) be happy to see you in this state?" At him to which he replied, "considering how I treat her, I wouldn't be surprised if she is,"

So far, neither yours nor his parents were aware of your disappearance. His dad only asked about you once to ensure he still has leverage, which of course Wooyoung lied, he's already stressed over your disappearance the last thing he need is for his dad to bit his head off.

Each night he spent sleeping in his bedroom, moping to the fact that he genuinely misses and worried about you. He regret taking you for granted, taking your presence for granted. Now, he could only imagine your sleeping form next to him using the memories of when he actually slept in bed with you. He used to be able to feel your warmth next to him, now it's just cold and he dislike it.

Tonight was no different. Before he got into bed, he went to the walk-in closet and look at all the dresses he had brought you to events that you went to (re : events he was forced brought you because his parents would be there). He remembered every how you looked in every single one of them.

It's pathetic of him, to be pining over the woman he claimed to have no care about.

Just as he turned the walk-in closet's lights off, there were commotions from downstairs, then a huge bang like his front doors had been barged open.

Diving into his instincts, Wooyoung grabbed the nearest gun he had hid all around the room and ran out, thinking that it was a raid by his rivals.

But when he looked down from the second floor to the living room, his heart wrenched and he froze.

San had you in his arms, you looked sickly pale with bruises all over your exposed arms and legs, clothes had chunks of them torn, and you weren't moving. One would assume that you're dead.

Wooyoung dropped his gun and ran to his friend who had just put you on the couch.

The sight of you looking so broken panicked him. He wanted to hold you and be glad that you're home, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. He wanted to tell you how sorry he is and that he'll make up to you but he's not sure whether or not you're still alive.

He snapped his head towards his staff, "call the doctor! Call Kang Yeosang in!" He barked to which his staffs immediately obeyed, scrambling to do as he ordered.

"God, baby, who did this to you?" He muttered to himself, reaching forward to brush your hair out of your face.

You stirred a bit when you heard his voice ans managed to open your eyes despite the splitting headache and the soreness all over your body.

When your eyes met his, you smiled, "hey, what are you doing in my dreams?" You croaked out, throat obviously sore and beyond parched from having been denied fluids for so long. It was your turn to brush his bangs from his eyes, something you've always wanted to do but know never could considering his dislike that turned out to be hatred towards you.

You suddenly frown at him, making his gaze on you softer, "I'm sorry," you muttered, not able to speak louder. At that, he tilted his head, "for what?" "Not being able to stay gone, I had to had the will to live, I should've let them kill me," you said before you slip into unconsciousness, rendering Wooyoung speechless at your words.

Before he was able to retaliate, San had swoop you back into his arms to take you to an empty room so Yeosang could come in and treat you.

"No," Wooyoung called, stopping San in his tracks, "bring her to my- our room, she should feel comfortable," to which San just nodded and obey, knowing how important it is to have you next to him as much as him next to you.

Yeosang came in not long after and spent 3 hours cleaning and stitching your wounds, checking for possible internal injuries, all the while making sure he's handling you with the utmost care as Wooyoung had been glaring daggers at him. Whether it serve to be a warning to not harm you or a sign of jealousy as Yeosang had a perfectly valid reason to cut your shirt and shorts off for handling.

"I can't make a clear diagnosis without checking for internal injuries, we have to take her to the hospital," Yeosang said. But Wooyoung just snap at him, "then freaking bring the machines here! She's not leaving this mansion and she's not leaving my side!"

Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes, Yeosang holding onto his ground on wanting simplicity, and Wooyoung being afraid of losing you from his sight again.

Knowing how stubborn his friend can be, Yeosang was first to crack, sighing and nodding at Wooyoung, "I'll see what I can do," he said simply before going out to talk to San about possibly transporting some of his machines.

The rest of the night, Wooyoung took care of you. He had put you in one of his large, white button up because it's the easiest to put on you. He stayed by your side in a chair, afraid that he might hurt you (than he already necessary does with his words) if he were to slip in bed with you.

As he watch you, his hands moved to held yours in his. His thumbs were rubbing the back of your hand when it suddenly caught on something.

Looking down, he noticed that it's your wedding ring, matching his own which he's wearing.

It brought a smile to his face seeing you're still holding onto it so dearly. You could've left it for him to find and throw away the day you left, but you had decided to take it with you.

Could it be that despite everything he's done to you, you don't want to completely erase him from your mind?

And that's what made Wooyoung broke down and cried.

He didn't deserve you, not one bit. But despite that, he knows that he's the only one capable enough of taking care of you, to provide for whatever it is that you need.

So at that moment, with you back in hia arms, he decided to step up and assume his responsibilities and treat you as how you deserve to be treated.

[kckt88]

The Gullet.

Summary:

Desperate to see the war for the Iron Throne at an end. Vaera disobeys her husband and takes matters into her own hands. With surprising results.

Warning(s): Grief, Worry, Anger, Mentions of child loss, Violence, Desperation.

Word Count: 1967

Author Note: A companion piece to A Time for Grief & Harrenhal and the Rivers but can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond was livid.

He’d woke that morning to find his wife and her Cannibal gone.

She’d snuck away in the dead of night and completely disobeyed his orders.

He should have known better last night when she claimed she wasn’t angry with him, and he let the desire to get his cock wet overrule his usual good sense.

His wife was a damn temptress with her soft skin and pretty moans, begging him to fuck her harder.

There was not much in this world that Aemond would admit to, but he was weak for his wife, she was his addiction. He was a dragon, and she was his treasure.

He had wanted to chase after her on Vhagar, but his mother convinced him to stay. They had no idea if Rhaenyra or Daemon had spies watching Kings Landing and if it was reported that both Vhagar and Cannibal had left the capitol undefended then it might give them a chance to attack.

As much as Aemond was reluctant to admit that his mother was right, he couldn’t help but worry for Vaera, it had been hours and still there was no word.

What if she’d failed? What if she’d been captured or worse killed?

Aemond stared at the silver band that graced his finger and prayed to the seven that his wife was ok. She was with her Cannibal; he would defend her.

Trying to be rational and calm was becoming increasingly difficult.

His heart was in his throat all morning, even as he sat in yet another council meeting, his mind was elsewhere.

If she died, he would take Vhagar and raze Dragonstone to the ground. Realm be damned.

When Vaera accused him of caring more for the crown than her, she was wrong.

The crown meant nothing to him without his wife or their son.

Everything he did was for her and Rhaegar.

As time went on, Aemond had worked himself into such a frenzy of worry that he was close to storming out from the council chambers and mounting Vhagar.

But then, a huge roar shook the very foundations of the Red Keep.

“The Cannibal has returned Your Grace”.

Aemond breathed a sigh of relief, Cannibal was back, but what about his rider?

It seemed to take an age for Vaera to arrive back at the council chambers.

Aemond wondered if she was deliberately taking her time, knowing that he would be furious with her.

He had to see that she was safe, that she was alive and then he was going to kill her.

Perhaps he would fuck her before he killed her.

Oh, who was he kidding, he couldn’t kill her, but fucking her until she writhed and screamed on the end of his cock, begging for release was definitely tempting.

He could bring her to the edge over and over again, only to stop before she peaked.

It would drive her insane with want and lust. She would scream and cry as he denied her.

Yes, that’s what he was going to do.

He was going to make her beg for mercy.

The doors opened and Vaera walked inside. Her silver braided hair a mess and her face covered in black ash.

“The blockade has been destroyed. The Gullet is free”

“What of the Velaryon fleet?” asked Otto.

“Burning” replied Vaera sternly.

“What you did was incredibly dangerous” snapped Aemond.

“I did what needed doing. Without the Velaryon fleet, my mother’s forces have been weakened. You should be grateful” retorted Vaera.

“Grateful? That my wife risked her life. Not to mention you disobeyed a direct order from the Prince Regent” said Aemond.

“Lucky, I did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to bring you a gift”.

“A gift. What gift?” exclaimed Aemond.

Vaera nodded to the guard stood behind her. With a respectful bow of his head, he opened the doors to the council chambers and the approaching sound of clinking chains were heard.

“Who. Who is that?” asked Otto as a dishevelled sodden man was quickly thrust into the chambers.

“Jacaerys Velaryon” replied Vaera as she pulled the covers off the man’s head to reveal her younger brother, his face pale and bleeding.

“How-How did you manage that?” asked Aemond stunned.

“With Daemon at Harrenhall, and Meleys dead. The only one left to defend the Gullet was Jacaerys” replied Vaera.

“What about his dragon?” asked Tyland.

“Vermax is dead. My Cannibal killed him”.

“Kinslayer” spat Jace as he stared at Aemond.

“My husband is no such thing” quipped Vaera.

“He murdered Luke. Yet there he stands with the conquerors crown a false King”

“I did not kill Lucerys” retorted Aemond.

“We know you were at Storms End when he arrived there. We know you chased him out of there on the back of that old bitch dragon of yours and now he’s dead” shouted Jace.

“Yes, I chased after him. I only wanted to frighten him. But I never killed him. He was very much alive the last time I saw him” snapped Aemond.

“LIAR” shouted Jace.

“If I might be as so bold as to say. Quite a fortunate turn of events Your Grace. Perhaps we can use the bastard boy against his mother and force her to terms,” said Jasper.

“Send a raven to Dragonstone. Tell my mother that she is to bend the knee and declare Aegon the rightful King of the seven Kingdoms and the true heir to the Iron Throne. Tell her that she has a moon to respond. Otherwise, I will slit my brother’s throat and send his body back to Dragonstone, piece by piece” said Vaera firmly.

“Please. Sister” begged Jace as he reached put to try and grasp her hand.

“No. You don’t get to call me that” snapped Vaera as she recoiled backwards.

“I-I’m sorry” whispered Jace.

“What?” asked Vaera.

“A-About Aemon” muttered Jace staring at the floor.

“Don’t you ever say his name” shouted Vaera.

“H-he wasn’t supposed to die”.

“What do you mean?” asked Vaera as she rounded on her brother and seized him by the collar.

“It was only supposed to be Jaehaerys”.

“What?” exclaimed Alicent.

“Did mother know-“ snarled Vaera.

“-I-I-” gasped Jace as Vaera began shaking him.

“DID MOTHER KNOW” balled Vaera.

“Only about Jaehaerys. When Daemon told her about the planned assassination attempt, she told him to spare your sons. Daemon swore that no harm would come to them. But he lied to her. He snuck into Kings Landing and met up with Mysaria” said Jace.

“W-Who is that?” asked Aemond pursing his lips.

“One of Daemon’s old whores,” spat Otto, his face crinkled with disgust.

“What does she have to do with it?”.

“She arranged the assassination under Daemons orders, he told her of the secret passageways in the Red Keep. He told her where the nursery was” replied Jace.

“M-My son. H-He was innocent and J-Jaehaerys. Poor Helaena, the sweetest of us all. What did she ever do to you-” exclaimed Vaera, tears pouring down her face.

“-When mother found out about Aemon. She was furious-“

“-Daemon is complicit in the murder of two innocent children. He deserves to be hung for his crimes” snapped Otto.

“-Mother made a mistake in trusting-“

“-A mistake? My son being killed was not a mistake, it was a deliberate act of cruelty. He was innocent. He was a child. M-My boy. My sweet boy” cried Vaera.

“I-I’m sorry about Aem-“ gasped Jace as he was suddenly thrown to the floor.

“NO. HE. WAS. MY. SWEET. KIND. BEAUTIFUL. BOY” shouted Vaera as she jumped on top of Jacaerys and began punching him as hard as she could.

“Vaera. Stop. Please” begged Jace unable to defend himself from the onslaught of punches that his sister continuously reigned down upon him.

“No. I won’t stop. I’m going to kill you. I hate you. I hate you” screamed Vaera as she continued to punch every bit of Jacaerys that she could reach.

The council members were stunned to silence as they witnessed Vaera’s attack.

“Vaera” exclaimed Aemond as he wrapped both of his arms around his wife and pulled her away from a bleeding Jacaerys.

“NO. LET ME GO. LET ME GO-“ balled Vaera as she struggled against her husband’s grasp.

“Get him out of here” ordered Aemond as Criston marched towards Jace and hauled him from the floor, his bleeding head lolling forward.

“Our boy. Our sweet boy” cried Vaera as she threw her arms around Aemond and buried her face is his chest.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you” whispered Aemond as he held his sobbing wife against him.

“Your Grace?” asked Criston.

“Throw him in the black cells and send terms to Rhaenyra. She has a moon to bend the knee, or Jace is dead” replied Aemond as he lifted Vaera into his arms and carried his shaking wife to their chambers.

“H-He took him away from us” muttered Vaera as she paced around their chambers.

“Vaera. Please stop pacing and look at me” urged Aemond.

“This war needs to end. We cannot carry on like this” said Vaera ignoring her husband.

“Don’t you think I know that” exclaimed Aemond.

Vaera stopped pacing and turned to face her husband. Her amethyst eyes immediately staring at the conquerors crown that graced his silver head.

“I-I’m with child again” whispered Vaera as she placed a hand gently on her stomach.

“Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes. It-it must have happened the night we argued-“

Aemond remembered that night very well, after the events of Rooks Rest and his crowning as Prince Regent, he was spending increasing amounts of time away from his wife and their son.

He claimed it was his duty to the crown and to the realm but the grief over losing Aemon was still so raw and Vaera accused him of caring more about the crown than his own wife and child. It was their first ever argument, they screamed and shouted at one another until things spectacularly erupted between them and Aemond ended up fucking her into the mattress.

“-That’s almost three moons…If you knew you were with child why did you ask so recklessly today? questioned Aemond.

“Because the war needs to end. We can’t hide behind letters and potential alliances anymore” replied Vaera as she sat on the bed.

“The responsibility of the crown is a heavy one” whispered Aemond.

“P-Please don’t let him take another one of our children. I can’t lose another child. I beg you Aemond. I-I can’t take the pain again” sobbed Vaera.

“I swear on the seven that no harm shall come to Rhaegar or this babe. I will kill Daemon. This I promise” replied Aemond as he ripped off the conquerors crown and sat next to Vaera, pulling her into his arms and rocking her gently.

Aemond hide his face in his wife’s hair, trying to hide his own tears. He had tried to be strong for her. To be a man worthy of the title husband. To be worthy of being a father and he’d failed miserably.

His son, his precious Aemon was dead. He would never in his life forget the sight of Vaera clutching their sons lifeless body in her arms. His once bright eyes, still and devoid of life. His neck split open.

“A-Aemond” whispered Vaera.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. It’s my fault”.

“N-No. None of had any idea of what Daemon was truly capable of. He had his own grandson murdered. The fault lies with him” replied Vaera.

“I keep thinking of Aemon and how scared he must have been” cried Aemond.

“He was brave. H-He stood in front of Rhaegar and protected his brother”.

“My boy. My brave boy” whispered Aemond.

“Just like his father” said Vaera quietly.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Die Katze und die Maus.

Pt.2

König had a bad day, a bad mission, he was captured by your team, meanwhile your first encounter with a KorTac member is an unforgettable experience, his little games have you asking for more.

Warning ⚠️: spelling and grammar errors everywhere, translator for the German words, long read, there's no physical description about the reader so this could still work for a female or gn reader?, credits of this image go to the Pinterest user: Keira.

By the way, 🩷Thanks🩷 to the people who asked me a second part of this story, I hope you like it. I had much fun writing it.✨

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You think you're becoming paranoid, lately you feel eyes on you all the time, on the other hand you've been very lucky in your missions, you don't believe in superstitions but you started to see König's knife as your lucky charm, even your friends made jokes about it.

«... y/n practically sleeps with that goddamn knife!» «Y/N kisses that knife when no one is watching her»

Of course you pretend it's not funny but in fact you're still thinking, even dreaming about the owner of that knife.

Your captain was not pleased but also not upset with König's escape, at least now they have his name and a short physical description, not very specific, you only described his eyes and scar. You shut your mouth when they asked you how you knew about the scar and the color of his lips.

Your lieutenant, ghost, he doesn't seem happy either, he gets clearly annoyed every time Soap or Gaz and Price make a comment about your new friend.

Of course you tried to talk with him about it but his excuse is always the same «i should have stayed in your place and that guy would be dead now and we wouldn't have to listen how he made you weak so easily».

He always leaves a bitter taste in your mouth when he talks about König like that, you feel like you failed your team. In the next missions after that he drags you with him and you do your best to prove you're in the right place.

This mission is very different, undercover mission, all the team is wearing a suit and tie, you, of course, are wearing a dress, not so provocative but at least it is distracting enough to capture the attention of your Target.

You and the captain are walking around looking for the man. Ghost, Soap and Gaz are also around, sitting in the bar, close to the bathroom, close to the principal door.

- If we separate perhaps we can find it faster.

- it's alright, we have time enough, dove.

You smile at him nervously, not because you're nervous, it's just that you don't feel comfortable wearing this kind of clothes, you're accustomed to your uniform and boots.

- You look good, kid.

- Thanks captain, oh... There he is, our target. Let's go.

Both walk to the target, price pretends he's getting drinks while you're waiting, the man approaches you smiling brightly. Both are exchanging words, price joins with the drinks and a hand appears between all of you. A tall man in a black suit, his hair is bright and wavy, then you notice something very familiar, blue eyes and a scar on the lips, silently asking your hand to dance.

You give a quick stare to your captain and he nods, he's too busy trying to make the target finish his drink that he didn't notice who is this guy, while you're walking to the dancefloor you try to look for your other teammates, alerting them but no one's at the sight. Once the music starts, you feel his big hand in your back, the butterflies in your stomach are like crazy inside you but you're trying to play it cool.

- Are you spying on me, König?

- Nein, at least not today Schätzchen (sweetie) my target is in this party too.

- Not today? So in fact you've been spying on me. Who's your target?

You're looking around to find someone who can be a possible target but everybody looks very normal.

- Many questions. I have one for you.

- Go on.

- Where's your boyfriend, Mäuschen (little mouse)?

You stare up at him, clearly surprised, he smirks mockingly.

- Don't try to fool me, schatz, the guy with a skull mask.

- He's not my boyfriend.

- Ahhh, that will make it simpler then.

You're still not understanding what he is trying to say.

- If he was your boyfriend, I was thinking about... You know, eliminate him from the equation, but now you're telling you're single, it's simple.

- Be more specific, König.

- Mäuschen (little mouse), when I said the game started, I was talking about flirting, this is my way to say I like you. I've been keeping an eye on you and seeing your jealous friend dragging you around with him so you don't stay alone, made me think you were with him.

- What if I don't want to play to flirt?

You're trying to dare him, He gets close to your ear, his lips almost touching your skin.

- I know you're lying meine Liebling, I can hear your heartbeat getting faster, your skin shivered when i touched it and your eyes had a nice bright as soon as you discovered it was me and you've been licking and biting your lips since we're here, is Meine Mäuschen (my little mouse) silently asking me to kiss her?

Now both are face to face, your lips and his almost touching, you feel your desire running through your body, invading you, he's smiling, he knows very well what you're feeling. Unfortunately the moment breaks when Ghost appears, clearing his throat, you give a step back, observing both men. König's smile doesn't disappear, he fixes his tie, blinks an eye to you and kisses your hand, then he leaves. You feel like your brain is floating in the air, the sensation of his lips on your hand, Ghost brings you back to reality when he puts his hand on your shoulder.

He asked you if you knew who he was because you and him talked for several minutes, you denied it, your argument was you were merely being friendly with the guy. The mission was successfully, your team obtained the necessary. All of you were leaving when you saw König again. You're walking behind your teammates when someone takes you by the arm, dragging you to a small service closet.

Without wasting time, König smashes his lips with yours, both were hungry for each other, melting. His arms around your waist and hips, your hands around his neck, you can't say how long the kiss was but you knew you would have to find a good lie to justify your absence. After a small pause he cleans your messed lipstick with his thumb. You feel like a teenager, hiding things from your parents but it's exciting, the adrenaline he makes you experiment with is addictive.

- You're losing the game, Meine Liebe. You're being caught easily.

- Perhaps, I like to be caught, perhaps the 'maus' is captivating the 'katze' so it can fall in the trap.

Both smile at each other, you fix your hair, his and his tie, you leave the place first, to your surprise, Gaz is waiting for you outside, he hasn't seen you so you take off your shoes and break the heel of one, that was your lie, you disappear because you went to the bathroom and on the way your heel broke.

You and your team are in the truck, ready to leave when an explosion and fire started, right in the location where you were. Your captain doesn't waste time waiting orders, he makes all of you go back to the place, everybody take the necessary to fight, there's people running, screaming and some other shooting at them, Soap and Gaz are responding to the attacks, defending the hostages, the captain is evacuating while you and Ghost are inside looking for more people.

Ghost catches one of the enemies, he instantly asks who they are looking for, hitting him while you're checking no one approaches you, this man doesn't say a word, ghost simply gives him a headshot.

Both run through the halls shooting at any enemy, sending some hostages out. You can see a soldier running to the emergency stairs with a woman.

«I have the Target, colonel! Call the helicopter! We're on the ceiling!» «All units! Extraction in 10!»

- Ghost! The ceiling!

You start shooting at this stranger who's dragging a woman by her arm, this woman doesn't look scared or worried, her expression is completely the opposite of afraid. You stop for a few seconds contemplating if the intervention of you and your team is actually a good decision, perhaps KorTac is doing a rescue mission, your internal debate ends when your lieutenant yells at you to continue.

You're finally in the ceiling, ghost is behind you both are receiving and shooting, the boys are at the ceiling from other building, supporting as snipers, you're running to the hostage while Ghost is fighting with some men, the helicopter lands in the middle of the disaster, you see König again, he's already wearing his black combat clothes, helmet and mask, he's inside the helicopter with some ropes, some men start to climb, you don't see someone approaching you behind, but only feel the pain on your thigh, the bullet is there burning your leg, it didn't hit any important or vital artery but somehow got stuck. «Bastard!» you yell, turning quickly and shooting on his head, you let your body fall on the ground «I'm hurt!». You look up at the helicopter, König is looking at you, he's worried, his eyes say everything, but it would be too risky to go down there to help you, he's also very distracted observing you when a bullet hits his shoulder.

Following the direction where the bullet came from, you see ghost with a sniper, pointing at him, without hesitation you stand up, your leg is burning in pain but you're more worried about König, he's covering his shoulder and helping another soldier to get inside the helicopter.

You have to do something quickly to distract ghost who apparently hasn't seen or heard you. You throw out a flash grenade close to him. It works, the light makes him fail the shot, the bullet passes just at the side of his head. The helicopter leaves and you quickly sit, repeating you're hurt, apparently nobody saw your little trick, you're biting a piece of cloth and the handgrip of your own knife while you're extracting the bullet from your leg with König's knife and your hand, Ghost runs to you still confounded for the grenade but instantly starts to help you with your wound.

Once at the base, you're with the medic attending your wound, Ghost is there keeping an eye on you, you're talking about how you receive that bullet when Soap appears with a phone on his ear, he says something to the person in the phone and then handles it to you.

- Y/N, your dad has been calling you like a thousand times.

Your dad? You and your father don't talk frequently, it's impossible but perhaps it is an emergency.

- Hey dad, what's up?

- How's your wound Meine Liebe?

That's not your father's voice. Your anxiety invades your body, soap and Ghost are looking at you, exchanging looks between them, you have to relax if you don't want them to ask what's going on.

- Oh...dad, listen It's not the right time, the medic is attending me.

He laughs.

- Mine injuries had been attended too, anyway. just tell daddy if you're okay.

- Well... (You don't know how much that word 'daddy' made you blush, you can bet he's enjoying it) it hurts. What about you?

- It's not bad, I've been worse. Danke (thanks) for saving me.

- No problem. well... As I said, I'm busy right now, can you call me later, dad?

- I'll do it if you send a little kiss to Daddy.

- Okay, then... Don't call me back.

- At least say 'goodbye daddy, love you'. Come on, say it, sei ein gutes Mädchen (be a good girl).

You roll your eyes but not because it's annoying, it's because you're feeling that sensation in your stomach, that warmth between your legs, you can't understand why he has all this power over you, you're not complaining, you like that.

- Fine. Goodbye, Love you daddy.

He laughs again and you hang up the phone, sighing loudly and with a huge silly smile on your face, Soap erases that smile as soon as he talks.

- Is that how you call to your dad? God, my girlfriend calls me Daddy... Now I won't get horny with that ever again.

- Ah... Ewww? Shut up, Soap.

He's talking about how strange it is for him to hear about your 'daddy' and you, while Ghost insists him to shut up, the medic is in silence but she wants to laugh, you're sure. Then your phone rings again, a text.

«Scheiße (fuck), I could get used to that nickname, call me like that and I'll fell under your trap, kleine Maus (little mouse)» K.

Once again you're smiling, he's funny, charming, he's so fine, so fuckin' attractive, he's intoxicating and it's hard to not fall for him.

[mah-gah-lee]

because i love you too, you dork ! - (charlie gillespie x reader)

                                         GIF by @damnthedark​

Word Count: 2320 words

 Summary: Charlie and you were friends for a year now. When he asked you to come to live with Owen and him, you realized you’re having feeling for him. You try to denied but Owen noticed.

 Warnings: I don’t think there’s tw in this one.

 A/N: So that's it ! My first "x-reader". As some of you already know, I was really scared to post this. Be kind please, my first language is french.

 disclaimer: I don't know Charlie or Owen personally or what their life are like. All you will read in this "x reader" is from my imagination. My point is not to invade Charlie's privacy. I don't want to offend him or offend anybody else in his life.  This is just me, writing innocently about a boy I find totally pure. All this is not reality

 Tagged: @asdfghjkl-allthethings​

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Living with Charlie and Owen wasn't that difficult. They were kind, smiling boys, funny, a bit charming. The only thing that really bothered you, other than that tower of recyclable waste in your apartment; that you (or the boys) must to throw away for ages now, were your growing feelings for the blue-eyed brunette. And you weren't ready to admit it out loud. You didn't know how you fell in love with him so quickly but you did and since the day you realized your feelings, things got a little more different at times in the way you both behaved.

Charlie and you met about a year ago at a festival. You went there for your birthday and some of your friends made you wear this giant crown balloon and scarf saying "out of my way. Birthday girl". Charlie didn't follow the instructions, he walked right up to you with his beautiful, chaotic energy, wished you a happy birthday, and gave you a Canada keychain. You didn't know him but you laughed so hard as you thanked him. You both introduced each other and he offered you a drink - for your birthday -. Since that day you have become close friends and next, best friends.

When Charlie offered you to come live with him while he was shooting JATP season 2, you doubted. Your apartment lease was coming to an end and you had just finished your studies. It was not the right time. But Charlie convinced you. Money was no problem; the rent was split between him and Owen. You can easily live in the third bedroom while participating in daily expenses like food, for example or helping with the cleaning thing. And then you accepted his offer and the great adventure began.

…

 "Y / n, have you seen my… oh". At the moment he opened the door, you screamed. Charlie was the clumsiest boy you've ever lived with.

"Boundaries!" you said by putting a towel around you, even if you already worn your underwear.

Your best friend came out of the bathroom without a word or a look to you, heading to the living room where Owen was playing a game.

“You just walked in while she was changing, didn’t you?” the blonde guy said, mocking his friend.

“Yeah, I didn’t know she was so…undressed”

Owen looked at his roommate with a raised eyebrow. “She was in the bathroom you dork!”

Charlie scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed

“Yeah, I should have known that.”

You chose that moment to leave the bathroom and run towards the boys, drying your hair with a terry towel.

"I swear to God, Charlie. If you weren't so hot, you would be dead already."

 Charlie looked at you, confused. His cheeks are about to turn crimson. You were dressed but the young man could clearly see a few drops of water running from your neck to the neckline of your tank top. All the things he can thought was damn, when did y/n get hot? While waiting for a response from him, you noticed his eyes sunk deep into your cleavage. It made you blush but you didn’t want he knows about. Flirt was your best respond.

 "Do you like the view, Gillespie?" A smile hanging on your lips.

 If Charlie could be redder than he already was, he would probably look like a giant tomato.

 “I-I-I got to go… Have you seen my jacket? I lost my keys and I think they’re in there…”

 You rolled your eyes and pointed to the coat rack.

 “Where do you think the coats are stored?” you asked him “Thanks God, you both have me in this house." You added, watching your two friends.

 Charlie looked at you with his stupid silly smile and rushed into the lobby, grabbing his jacket before retracing his steps and kissed you on the cheek.

 "Thanks honey, you're the best". He slammed the door, you frosted.

 Now, who's that giant tomato?

 “You can’t be that obvious.” You turned to face Owen, who is sitting on the couch, his arms crossed over the back of the sofa.

 Becoming friends with Owen had been so easy, you really appreciate his humor, he was so kind and caring, it seemed like you were friends from the start. He meant a real close friend to you now as much as your kindergarten friends.

 “What?” you said with a misunderstood look to your friend but the blonde one didn’t say a word and it made you feel so uncomfortable “stop looking at me like that. What’s on your mind?”

 Again, he kept eyes on you, without speaking, just a smirk on his lips

 “Owen!”

 And here we go again, the smirk was bigger than ever. Owen was so proud of himself, getting you out of your hinges. He finally decided to speak, his eyes looking at you playfully

 “When were you going to tell me, you have that crush on Charlie?”  Your cheeks were crimson but you weren't ready to confess your feelings for Charlie. Even though Owen was the nicest man you've ever known, let alone the brown-haired guy who lived with you and you fell in love with, obviously. Owen was Charlie's best friend and if you told him he was right he would probably tell Charlie about it. And you didn't want that.

 “We’re just…friends” you knew that was kind a lie.

 Your feelings for the brunette were so obvious, that wasn’t surprising Owen noticed. Your friend rolled his eyes with another smirk on his mouth. He knew you’ll deny even if he could prove you, he’s right. No need to insist so he gave up.

 “if you say so”

 …

 You were invited by Owen and Charlie to Madison’s birthday party on set. You didn't know the cast so well but your roommates didn't want you to be alone at the apartment tonight while they were having fun. So, you ended up here, holding a non-alcoholic drink in your hand, watching your favorites boys and Jeremy doing that stupid -and dangerous- Dirty Dancing Figure. Figure they also put in the season one of Julie and The Phantoms, this time, it was Charlie on top. Your best friend came right to you, so proud of himself.

 "Did you see that ?!" he said, way too enthusiastic

 “I saw that. And when you’ll crashed your head to the ground, I will NOT be playing nurse for you.”

  Charlie gave you a confused look and you rolled your eyes. Of course, you loved Dirty Dancing so much but you had also watched so many videos of the boys trying to do this lift again and each time your heart skipped a beat seeing them miss something and ALMOST DIE! Every fucking times.

 "Come on, y / n, don't be mad… let's have fun!" Won't you come viiiibing with me?”

 And Charlie did his weird dance moves, your whole face saying that you wanted to laugh so hard. You pursed your lips not to smile but you couldn't suppress it. The song changed and it was like the universe was by Charlie's side. You loved ABBA so much and had watched both films so many times that it was impossible to you to not dance to this song. You sighed, exasperated but amused before putting your drink down and joining him. Your two bodies danced to the music, improvising a kind of choreography. You didn't care if you two looked stupid, you were having so much fun. You felt light, euphoric when you were around Charlie, he made you happy and you knew, you knew that was one of the reasons you were in love with him. Charlie was holding your hands, spinning you, making you dancing and when the song ended you were in his arms with your head back. He got you back on your feet and you bit your lip. Your heart was racing, your breathing was jerky, breathless. God you loved him. Her beautiful blue eyes caught yours and you could swear you saw them ripped from your lips before returning to your eyes. You were both there and for some strange reason you were ready to kiss him. But it did not happen. Your courage flew away and you regained your composure as Charlie acted as if nothing had happened. Madison yelled for Charlie to come over and you walked back to the table where your drink was, Owen now by your side.

  “Just friends, ugh? Say it again without lying now.” Owen told you, with his annoying smirking smile.

 If your eyes could kill, your roommate would be as much of a ghost as his own character was. He knew he was right and it was delicious to see you almost kiss your best friend in front of the whole cast. It was impossible to deny now.

 “Oh, bites me Owen” you just said with a slightly annoyed tone in your voice, making him laugh.

 …

 After that night you did your best to avoid Charlie as much as you could. You can't deny that seeing the sadness in his eyes when you refused to come on set with him was beyond painful. You hated yourself for making him miserable.

 But Charlie was a smart boy, or at least smart enough to trap you in a corner so that you could chat one on one. He asked Owen to convince you to come on set, claiming Charlie wouldn't be there - and you were stupid enough to believe it ... Owen was an actor, and a good one, after all -.

 You were watching Madison perform her scene with Owen when you felt a hand slide lightly across your hips. You held your breath as your best friend's slipped behind your ear in a whisper.

 "Please y / n, can we talk?"

 This was neither the place nor the time to make a scene. Ironic for a tv show set. Defeated, you nodded and Charlie slipped his hand into yours, pulled you off the set. He took you to one of your favorite settings: the garage. So it was away from Julie's bedroom where Owen and Madison were still filming. He didn't bend over backwards to start the discussion as you rubbed your arms, ashamed of the situation.

 "What's going on, you've been avoiding me since Madi's birthday"

You couldn't stop staring at your feet, you had to focus on everything except his beautiful eyes.

 "You wouldn't understand, please Char," let me go. " you mumbled

" No ... Not until you tell me why you are ruining our friendship "

 Hearing this from him was unbearable and it made you lose patience. You wanted the exact opposite of what he was telling you. Your friendship was too important to you, you didn't want to spoil it with your stupid feelings.

 " I'm not! I'm just trying to save it.” You exploded.

“Bullshit. Just for the record, you're not doing so well. So, why are you avoiding me?"

 Tears were about to dropped out of your face. You hated that. You hated the fact you were stuck in this whole situation. Tears were about to dropped out of your face. Two solutions were available to you: to lose him by confessing your feelings to him. Or lose him with the possibility that he hates you, thinking you were just a heartless bitch.

 “So? I am waiting…”

 Although he looked annoyed, Charlie seemed to mellow. His hand released a section of your hair, then his fingers circled your cheek, which instinctively nestled from his touch.

 "You know you can tell me anything"

 You took a deep breath, once again, defeated. Was that the end of your friendship? Should it end like this? Your heart was preparing to be broken.

 "You make me want things that I can't have ..."

 Charlie tilted his head towards you, forcing you to look him in the eye as your tears threatened to fall at any moment.

 "Why do you say that. What did I do?"

 But the words no longer left your throat, you were paralyzed by the fear of finally confessing everything to him.

 “Y/N, please tell me”

 His thumb was drawing circles on your cheek in the hope of comforting you. You gathered for a moment, giving yourself all the courage, you needed before the words left your mouth.

 "I am in love with you."

 Silence fell like a cleaver. And that's it, it was over. Charlie was probably going to tell you that it wasn't reciprocal. But instead, your best friend's laughter echoed through the room, making your eyes widen.

 "Is that all?" he asked. "This is why you're avoiding me?"

 Your forehead creased and the tears that burned your eyes grew angry. You had expected anything but hearing him laugh. Your friendship was shattered and Charlie was laughing. How not to be mad at him after that?

 "Didn't you hear what I said to you? Why are you laughing?"

 And his laughter redoubled before stopping dead. Charlie put a big smile on his lips, happier than ever.

 "Because I love you too, you dork!"

 Your eyes widened and Charlie's laughter redoubled once more. Delicately, he grabbed your face and kissed you. Your heart exploded at his touch. The feel of his lips on yours was divine. Your hands crept through her hair. They were longer for this second season. You deepened the kiss until you had to recatch your breath. Charlie's smile leaving your lips dazzled the room.

 "Can you please stop avoiding me and be my girlfriend?" he asked maliciously.

 You pursed your lips to suppress a smile, but it was a failure. You were unable to hide your feelings now. You nodded and Charlie kissed you again. Your friendship was not ruined. It was just evolving into a love story that you didn't expect.

[angeli-marco-writes]

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All works are original and legally my own. Do not repost. More works coming soon: each Saturday currently, schedule will change.

Please read the warnings at the top of every post: Items marked 18+ are mature/smut, and I don’t recommend you read if you are under eighteen, but it’s up to you to mediate your media consumption. The warnings you heed are entirely your responsibility. 

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Ann's TS 200 blurb event! (Mini Masterlist)

Regulus Black

Romeo, Juliet & Quidditch

Summary: One very eventful Quidditch final can do more than Regulus and his Juliet ever imagined; strengthening family ties, Y/N's mind, and Reg's feelings all at once.

Charlie Weasley

Secret. (18+)

Summary: You have a secret regarding the dragon taming Weasley. The only issue is that he sees you as the child you were a few years ago. When you become legal, he seems to seek you out wherever you are. Maybe he has a secret too.

Couple Blurbs

Lily & James Potter - First Kiss.

Summary: When Lily sees a new side of James, she thinks maybe falling for him isn’t so bad after all.

Albus & Scorpius - Before You Go.

Summary: At the 5th year prom, Albus and Scorpius find they can’t hold back their feelings anymore. Just one dance, before you go

Bill & Fleur - Our Spot.

Summary: After the final task, Fleur finds herself in despair, and goes to the only spot she can think of to unwind, not expecting to be approached by a handsome stranger.

Dean & Seamus - At Last.

Summary: Years of tiptoeing around one another and hidden feelings come to a head when Seamus finds a stack of art beneath Dean's bed. At last, something might happen.

Doctor Stephen Strange

ᲦBaby Blues & Tattoos (18+)

Summary: After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night?

Loki Laufeyson

ᲦDress.

Summary: This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long. The night of the palace ball gives you the chance to make your next move, wearing the dress you bought only for him to take it off.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man

Everything Happens for a Reason.

Summary: Stark!Reader x Peter Parker, post endgame. Months after the death of your father, your aunt, and your uncle, you find yourself in a sticky situation, and to make it even worse, your childhood crush doesn’t even recognise you now. Then again, doing most of your growing up while half of the population is dead doesn’t exactly bode well for your love life nor your commitment issues. When things finally start to turn around while learning to live with a disability, will you still be taken away to live with your step mother, or will love pan out at last? After all, everything happens for a reason.

Steve Rogers, Captain America

Promise? (18+)

Summary: Being an apprentice at the Avengers Tower is never easy, especially not when you make a promise to your favourite person there and fail to keep it, through no fault of your own. In a matter of seconds, your world comes crumbling around, but Steve seems to come around in order to pick up the pieces.

Clint Barton, Hawkeye

Rough. (18+)

Summary: After the snap, you never think you’ll see Clint again. Hanging around the tower alone day in and day out becomes tiring, especially when your hormones are in overdrive and you can’t stop thinking about the one avenger you haven’t yet had in bed, until he walks through the door more attractive than ever. (Seriously read the warnings for this, it’s very kinky).

Tom Hiddleston

Ღ BAFTAs.

Summary: Tom thieves your panties after you rile him up the night of the BAFTAs, and he doesn't anticipate the consequences of keeping underwear in his pocket on the red carpet. (Definitely mature with heavy implications, but no explicit smut)

Ღ Stripped Sunday

Summary: Sunday's are always the best, especially when you and Tom walk around the house nude, but it's been a while. Too long a while. So, obliviously, you take matters into your own hands...

NSFW Alphabet. (18+)

Summary: An incredibly explicit NSFW alphabet about Tom Hiddleston, detailing his deepest fantasies and darkest truths; or how I imagine them to be, at least.

Tom Holland

Just Friends?

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for a long time, and inseparable for just as long. The boys welcome you as one of their own, and you’re basically a part of the family. That’s your main issue, because when you begin to harbour feelings for your best friend, you’re not sure if he feels the same.

Harrison Osterfield

Quarantine. (18+)

Summary: Quarantine with a bunch of sex deprived twenty-odd year old boys isn’t your idea of fun, especially not when the only one you want refuses to pay even the slightest bit of attention. Taking measures into your own hands is only simple until you get caught.

A Happy Day (& A Puppy)

Summary: Today is the day you and Haz get a puppy. It's the next big step in your relationship, and despite your anxieties, you know it's a happy day.

Sebastian Stam

The Ballet Teacher.

Summary: Ballet teacher!reader. Sebastian's daughter attends a very prestigious ballet school, but when she's late out one day, the last thing he expects to happen is to meet her wonderful new teacher, who has him head over heels.

Timothée Chalamet

Ღ Concerto. (18+)

Summary: At a classical music concert, the last person you expect to meet is a young man as charming and suave as Timothée. And the last thing you expected is for him to invite you back to his flat. Turns out music really is food for the soul, and other things...

Fair Game. 

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tim, has hurt you for the last time. You didn’t realise you could ever feel this broken, especially because of someone you once loved so much, but maybe, just maybe, it’s for the best.

Tom Felton

Risk.

Summary: After your break up, one that pained you to the bone, you try to escape and you find yourself taking that one risk you always thought you should, travelling. A simple day out, and the one person you don’t want to see is the one person who can help you with your car troubles. Could he help with your heart troubles too, over a reminiscent dinner perhaps?

Baby on the Brain.

Summary: Visiting Tom’s brother and his new baby should be a walk in the park, really, but some unwitting truths come to ahead that you can’t refute. You’ve always wanted a family, but does Tom? (Request for Tom Felton: you guys meet his brother's new baby and then decide to have your own.)

Elizabeth Debicki

Gorgeous.

Summary: Elizabeth is gorgeous, just look at her, the world can see it. A drunken night leads to some tipsy confessions, but does Elizabeth feel the same?

Christmas Morning. (18+)

Summary: Christmas morning in a hidden wintry lodge is everything you could’ve dreamed of. Then again, it’d be perfect even without the setting and the heating, because all you want for Christmas is Elizabeth, and that she gives you. Wholly.

Reunion Revenge. (18+)

Summary: At first, when your brother roped you into attending your high school reunion with your wife, you hated the idea. Now, all eyes are on you, all the focus on your career, and maybe this is the revenge you always needed, of course aided by Liz's quick thinking and hidden surprises.

Hailee Steinfeld

Live.

Summary: The first night of Hailee's tour, you're a guest singer... and her girlfriend. Everything will go to plan, surely, even when she looks that good and sings that well...

Sherlock Holmes

Ღ Kiss Me, Mr Detective. (18+)

Summary: After a fight with John leaves Sherlock feeling particularly down, he calls on the one person who is always there to support him. Only tonight, it’s different. Feelings come to a head, exploration ensues, but is this just a one time thing? That depends on whether she stays the night…

Chuck Bass

Safe.

Summary: A small British village version of Constance & St Jude’s. The aftermath of your drive home from Saturday’s house party becomes haunting and brings out a new side in you. Not that you’re complaining, especially not when you have the well-versed Chuck Bass as your friend and safety. 

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[aomineavenue]

Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 006. dinner disaster

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: ongoing. | series masterlist

↩ confessions | dinner disaster | realizations  ↪

mia’s note(s): 

can you find the easter eggs in here? 

i am sorry, i am not very fond of this chapter lmao i told you guys im bad at writing that isn’t angst man 

i hope you guys enjoy anyway, lemme know what you guys think!! and tell me if you find the easter eggs mwa mwa

You nod eagerly as you shut the menu in your grip, completely ignoring Reiji’s protests from beside you as the rest of the individuals seated around the table either watch in amusement or curiosity. “I believe there is always a three special course meal that changes every day according to the chef, we’d absolutely love that.”

At the sight of Reiji’s features scrunched up in horror, you inwardly squealed in victory. 

Years have flown by, you’re both practically strangers at this point. Yes, strangers. Just two strangers who know every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, and even every fatal flaw in each other. Who were you kidding anyway? Six years have gone by just like that, but you knew it yourself, deep down that you still strongly cared for the man that now stood before you, his eyes the only thing you could focus on, not even the soft chatter of the other guests or the soft instrumental melody produced by the restaurant’s speakers could capture your attention and disrupt your thoughts. Mesmerized, that is what you are. What even. 

It has been six years and to this day, he still completely steals your breath away. 

Not that it should surprise you or anything. Despite everything, how he had hurt you back when you were both 17 and in your second year in senior high school back in 2013, or the hurtful words that spilled from his mouth from the running emotions that day back at the sports complex when the truth revealed itself, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him or even be angry. You’ve thought of this a billion times since you left Hyōgo. You have imagined a billion scenarios, trying your best to prepare yourself because you knew. You knew that it was inevitable to stay hidden, to keep your secret hidden. A part of you always knew you were going to meet him again. Not that your reunion was delightful or anything. It was nowhere near such. No matter how many scenarios you created in your head, it had not been enough for you to prepare for any form of response. 

You hadn’t realized it at first when you had met him on that day because of the emotions running high through your veins, but now, standing in front of him, your eyes drank him up completely. Of course, you notice the differences from six years ago. It wasn’t as if he was going to stay how he had been back then, nor was it difficult to notice the changes from the boy you used to adore. Looking at him now, it was clear as day that he had grown up from the charming boy next door to a breathtaking man that you can’t seem to tear your gaze away. 

As your name rolls off of his tongue, you snap out of your trance, blinking a couple of times. Thankfully, you suppressed your emotions quick enough from allowing the warmth that wanted to creep across your cheeks. God, how embarrassing. Did he notice you were practically devouring him with your eyes? Hopefully not. 

However, despite his handsome features, you are suddenly reminded of the last conversation that the two of you shared and it was enough for you to push your mushy thoughts to the very back of your head. Ah, right. You remembered now, before being distracted by Atsumu’s ridiculously handsome face, you were going to give Asuma and Reiji a good smack. If only you had known of this setup, you would have never agreed. Jumping back to reality, you were about to take a step back, wanting to leave the premises, only to be held back by Reiji, gripping onto your arm to stop you. 

You were cut off from your protests, Reiji moving closer to whisper in your ear with the all too familiar tone he uses on you during arguments. Before he could even finish his sentence, you already knew that the excuses you have in mind were no use. There was no room for negotiations. “Stop being stubborn and sit down. Do this for your kids. It’s not like it’s a date or anything.” 

Grumbling underneath your breath at how much of an ass he was, he only replies with a chuckle as he releases his grip on your arm, neither of you realizing the green-eyed monster’s gaze that followed the whole interaction. The two of your friends took their seats, greeting the rest of the party, while you’re left standing there before Atsumu. As you stood there face to face, you didn’t realize the two occupants around the table sharing hushed whispers amongst each other, berating each other for bringing other people along. Meeting his gaze once more, you give him a small nod, “Atsumu. Shall we then?” 

He nods, his voice cracking slightly because of his nerves, “Yeah.” 

However, as you turn to greet the rest of the party, you feel your shoulders grow tense at the realization of what your two friends did once again. They had occupied seats around the table, leaving the only available seats next to each other for you and Atsumu. If it’s one thing you hated, it was when your friends become the meddling monkeys that they are. 

Not wanting to cause a scene, you inwardly groan and occupy the seat next to Reiji, leaving the seat next to you for Atsumu. In spite of your irritation, you find yourself flashing a half-hearted smile at the three across from you. 

“Hi!” the one in the middle greets you happily with an enormous smile plastered across his face, “I’m Hinata, it’s nice to meet you.” He extends his arm across the table, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you gladly take. 

“Nice to meet you too,” you respond with a nod of your head as you release your grip from his hand, just in time to retrieve the menu that the waiter had passed throughout the group. Flipping it open, you avoid the glances from Bokuto and Osamu, who looked as if they were itching an interaction from you, but because of your irritation, you definitely didn’t want to talk to them just yet, they probably had helped your friends in setting this up. “So Hinata-san, I’m assuming you're Bokuto’s teammate?” you ask before tearing your gaze away from his to examine the menu in your hands. You don’t notice the frown that briefly appeared on Atsumu’s lips. 

“Oh, Hinata’s just fine!” he waves his hand with a laugh, “Yes, I’m Bokuto and Atsumu’s teammate. We actually wanted to bring our friend Sakusa here too, but he said he has an emergency at some hospital.” 

"Hmm…" you hum, letting your eyes scan the menu, thinking you might as well enjoy the food, "Oh, I hope everything is okay with your friend Sakusa and it’s nothing too serious, but now that we're here, might as well enjoy and run Rei's wallet dry. Right, Rei?"

You tilt your head a bit, glancing over at Reiji from the corner of your eye with a sly smirk forming on your lips. Ah, the man could only let out a nervous chuckle, knowing full well what you were planning as he recalls a similar scenario a few months back in the very same restaurant that put a dent to his savings because of the ridiculous price of the meals you had ordered that night. Not tearing your gaze away from your best friend, you call for the waiter's attention, who quickly responds by walking over and pulling out his tiny notepad to jot down your table's order. 

"Hello, I'm Daiki and I'll be your waiter for the night." He greets with a friendly smile, not realizing the awkward atmosphere among the group, "What will we be having?" 

Clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you give Reiji an innocent grin before turning your gaze over to the waiter to return his smile with your own, "Hello, Daiki. You see, my friends here aren't really sure what to order, but I told them not to worry since I've been here so many times, so I'll be ordering for everyone!" 

"Excellent, ma'am!" He nods his head, matching your enthusiasm.

You nod eagerly as you shut the menu in your grip, completely ignoring Reiji’s protests from beside you as the rest of the individuals seated around the table either watch in amusement or curiosity. “I believe there is always a three special course meal that changes every day according to the chef, we’d absolutely love that.” 

At the sight of Reiji’s features scrunched up in horror, you inwardly squealed in victory. 

It was going to be a long night.

Mayuzumi Asuma and Suwa Reiji were now considered dead.

To you, at least. And somehow, you knew that, despite them avoiding meeting your gaze alongside with the other three across from you who freely interacted with each other, they themselves knew what they were getting themselves into. They were digging their graves for this stunt they have pulled. 

You’d got to give Reiji credit, though. Despite pushing his buttons by ordering everyone the high priced three course meal, he wasn’t his usually squirmy and irritating self. You had at least expected sharing a heated argument with him after such a display, but instead of giving in, he continued to pursue his plan with the others. 

Oh, they think they were so slick, as if you hadn’t caught on with their little plan. Not a date, they say. It might as well be one, since they’re bluntly ignoring your attempts to converse with them. All was missing was some privacy. At first you hadn’t thought about it when you had tried to share a conversation with Hinata, it was only right for you to get to know someone; you were just being nice. However, before Hinata could respond to your question, Bokuto had dragged him into a conversation about volleyball. You brushed it aside, not thinking anything rude of it, as you knew Bokuto would often speak with anyone out of the blue. It was just how he is. 

You hadn’t even thought about it the second time around when this time; you tried conversing with Osamu, wanting to know about how his business is going so far. Except, the conversation between you and Osamu never happened due to the fact that Asuma had cut you off mid-sentence, engaging the man in a ridiculous conversation about healthy diets. Like, what the heck was that all about? Asuma and healthy diets just don’t sit well with you. Nevertheless, you brushed it aside, shifting your attention to the first course meal of the night that had been placed before you. 

They think they were so smart, trying to pull it off. Ah, but no. You had caught on with their little plan the third time around when you tried to join in Bokuto and Hinata’s conversation. You were instantly shot down by Reiji, shifting the conversation to another topic that only they could understand. 

They were dead men. All of them. 

Placing your chopsticks down, you turn your head towards Reiji’s direction with a false innocent smile curling upon your lips. “Reiji, dear.” 

Ah there it was, catching the nervous bob of his Adam’s apple in this throat with your gaze. "Yeah?"

"I hope you know—” 

Hinata cuts you off by standing up abruptly from his seat, waving frantically towards someone’s direction, “Ushijima-san!” 

You blink before turning your head to look at whoever Hinata was waving to, catching a glimpse of a tall, muscular man nodding towards Hinata’s direction in greeting, a woman trailing close behind him. Not wanting to be rude, you return to your previous position to face Hinata that was seated across from you, “Was that the Ushijima Wakatoshi?” 

Hinata nods as he sits back down, a huge smile on his face. “Yeah, I’m sure you know about him.” 

“I suppose,” you lift your shoulders up in a shrug as you pick up your chopsticks once more, completely forgetting to reprimand Reiji’s actions much to his relief, “I was volleyball manager back then in high school, so I would know a few things, including some players.” 

“Where did you go to school?” Hinata asks, tilting his head a bit as he looks at you curiously. You wonder, briefly, had Atsumu not mentioned you at all since the incident at the sports complex? Weird. 

As you were about to reply, the man seated on your left answers for you. “She went to the same school as me, Shouyou-kun. She was our manager.” 

Hinata stares at you for a second, blinking a couple of times before realization hits him, his eyes widening, “I remember you now! You were that pretty manager!” 

The men around the table chokes and sputters their food, causing you to scrunch up your nose in disgust. Atsumu is first to respond after clearing his throat, “What? I mean, yeah. She was our pretty manager.”  

“I remember her because it was the first time I saw Tsukishima look stupid over a girl,” Hinata chuckles, shaking his head. “But, how come I only saw you once? Were you a third year at the time?” 

Suddenly, the tension was back in the air. You catch from the corner of your eye, Atsumu growing tense from Hinata’s question, and you had to fight the urge to show your own emotions. Everyone else was silent, probably waiting for you or Atsumu to answer. “Ah, I left high school towards the end of our second year, and moved to Kanagawa. I had my hands full at the time, so I didn’t return to high school.” 

“But wh—” Hinata gets cut off by his own yelp, making you raise a brow in confusion. He turns his head towards Osamu’s direction, wincing slightly, “Osamu-san!” 

Osamu lets out a laugh, not looking anywhere near apologetic. “Ah, sorry buddy. I was reaching over Bokuto but you were in the way.” 

An awkward atmosphere engulfs around the table once more. This dinner was certainly not going according to Osamu and Reiji’s plan. Opting to avoid the awkward glances from the other individuals, you turn your attention over to focus on your food while Osamu and Reiji were sending glares towards each other once they realized your attention elsewhere. The two had talked with Atsumu earlier, devising a plan for the two of you to talk things through. Originally, Osamu suggested that the dinner should be just you and Atsumu, but Reiji declined such an idea because of two reasons. First, you would completely decline yourself to go to a dinner and leave Atsuhiro in the hospital despite your mother being present, Reiji knew you too well that the idea of dinner at a fancy restaurant without your sons was a big no. That is, unless a friend of yours were to force you by dragging you to the restaurant. And second, if you were to be left with Atsumu alone, Reiji fears that you would leave almost immediately. 

And he was right for both. If he hadn’t dragged you here himself, you wouldn’t have bothered to go. And if he hadn’t stopped you earlier, you would have ran out the moment you saw Atsumu. However, they hadn’t expected this. Reiji hadn’t expected Osamu to bring two other people, while Osamu hadn’t expected that Reiji was going to bring someone else along. Yes, it was a disaster. 

Reiji had opted to bring Asuma along, because he knew you were going to be suspicious if it were just the two of you going for dinner. You would have accused him of coddling you like a child, it was something he would do now and then when he wanted you to release all the emotions you had kept bottled up. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate him for it, he just knows that if he did such a thing during such an emotional time, you would push him away when Reiji wanted to speed things along. As much as Reiji disliked the father of his favorite twins, he wasn’t going to deprive the little boys any longer of the chance of finally getting to know their father. If he was going to force everything on you, he would do it. He, too, has grown tired of your decisions of run away. 

Osamu on the other hand, only decided to accompany his brother himself but as he and his brother were leaving the apartment, the other two barged out of Bokuto’s room claiming to be starving from the lack of food the past couple of hours because of some intense gaming session on the PlayStation 4 that Bokuto brought along with. Not being quick on their feet, the twins had blurted out they were going out to eat. They unfortunately could not decline the two balls of sunshine. 

Clearing his throat, hoping to shift the tension in the air. “Anyway,” Osamu starts before tearing his glaring gaze away from Reiji over to where Ushijima was seated across the room, “Who is that girl Ushijima is with?” 

“She kinda looks familiar,” Bokuto hums, placing his chopsticks down after finishing his first course meal, shifting his gaze over to Ushijima’s table. 

“That’s the heiress of the Akita Empire,” Asuma answers, “Pretty woman, she is. I didn’t know she was dating anyone.” 

Hinata lets out a gasp of excitement, his eyes going wide. “I wonder if Ushijima-san is really dating her!” 

“Maybe you can ask him at the party…” Bokuto suggests while the rest of his words are drowned out by you, growing bored with the night as you wonder when you can possibly leave. 

Despite drowning out the conversation around the table and focusing on the food, Atsumu pulls you in with his voice from the side, “Hey, I’m sorry about this. I told Osamu and Reiji it was a bad idea from the start.” 

Ah, so it was those two who had planned the whole thing out. You let out a sigh, turning your head to face him to answer, your voice low to keep the others out of the conversation, “There’s nothing that we can do now.” 

“Would you have preferred that it was just the two of us?” he asks, hope laced in his voice. 

Lightly nibbling on your bottom lip, you tear your gaze away from him. Did you? You actually wanted to talk to Atsumu after having the talk with your sons. You were going to express your disappointment towards Reiji and his plan full of flaws. Had they planned this for the two of you to talk? If so, this was stupid to begin with. Something so serious between the two of you and Atsumu should be discussed within private walls, and this was nowhere near private. So maybe, yes. Perhaps, if the two were you alone, then it would have been better. “I guess,” you finally admit, “Maybe the two of us can talk things through properly when this is over. I think it’s time. For now, I hope you can accept my apologies.” 

“And I hope you accept m—” 

Hinata’s loud voice booms excitedly, “Oh remember that party!” 

The two of you snap your attention over to Hinata, the disappointment clear in your features for the disruption. What were they talking about? However, curiosity gets the best of you and you entertain him anyway. “What party?” 

“The Christmas party last year!” Hinata announces with a chuckle, “At first, I was thinking why Reiji-san and Asuma-san here look so familiar then I remember I attended the party with Bo-kun and the others!” As if on cue, the moment those words left Hinata’s mouth, Atsumu and Bokuto visually stiffened, causing you to grow more curious. 

“Ah, that party.” you let out a laugh, nudging Reiji with your elbow, “He’s talking about your all-time favorite party.” 

A scowl makes its way to Reiji’s features, “Please, do not remind me of that horrendous party. I had to move rooms just because of that, and I replaced the mattress too.” 

“You’re so dramatic,” you drawled, laughing along with Asuma as you remember Reiji going crazy the next day after the party. “Just because your guests did the dirty on your bed—” Reiji cuts you off by pinching your side, which causes you to let out a yelp in both pain and surprise.

Osamu interjects with a grin, “Actually, I have a feeling that Sakusa would have died hearing such information. But I would be pissed off too, Reiji. That’s nasty. I would have moved out the whole place entirely.” 

“Right?” Reiji exclaims by throwing his hands in the air, “I couldn’t step inside the room without wanting to poke my eyes out.” 

“That’s why we no longer let Atsumu drink too much because he’ll probably do that again,” Hinata adds, laughing along. 

Once again, silence. 

“Wait, what?” Reiji asks, the first to break the silence. “That was you?” 

Bokuto smacks Hinata’s head before looking away awkwardly. Hinata, on the other hand, takes a minute to realize his mistake before flickering his gaze back and forth from Atsumu over to you, waiting for his mistake to backfire in his face. The rest of the individuals around the table turn their attention over to Atsumu, waiting for his response. 

You were the first to defend him, letting out a laugh. “Okay, enough of this. Let’s leave the past in the past. Let’s not make things awkward, it’s not like Atsumu and I are dating or anything,” 

“Tsumtsum!” a squeal echoes throughout the restaurant and all you could think now was “What now?” 

[spencervoid]

Envy Pt. 1 | Derek Morgan

*I do not own this GIF nor do I take any credit for it!*

Summary: Alongside a few other agents, you ask a couple of questions around the local area to help with understanding the case when one local makes a comment, jealousy kicking in.

Part 1 | Part 2 

A/N: Writing another imagine for my cute little baby, Derek sad makes me sad I don’t care. Hope you enjoy it! (also, completely made up the name of the superintendent.)

Warnings: jealousy, slight tension, mentions of murder and cases, not really any fluff :(

Disclaimer: this imagine is super long so bear with me. I couldn’t do a word count cause my laptop’s broken so I’m writing everything off my phone right now!

“Y/L/N, Morgan and Prentiss, you can head round the local neighbourhood and see if anyone saw or heard anything last night around the time of the murder.” Hotch spoke firmly, looking around to the three of you.

You all nodded in unison, looking towards Superintendent Benning who spoke up. “I thought we had ruled out the possibility of witnesses.”

You placed your hands in your pockets, replying to her. “It’s a quiet place Ma’am, the people are afraid and so no one speaks up because no one wants to. Yet we can’t rule out the possibility of someone hearing or seeing anything out of the blue whether it be before or after the crime itself.”

She nodded in your direction and grabbed her keys from the desk behind, “I’ll go with you, it’s easier if you have someone who knows the place well.” You all wordlessly agreed and made your way outside of the police department quickly.

“Maybe even someone who kept their head down or looked like he was in his own personal bubble.” The lady in front of you chewed her gum as she listened to the questions we were hoping she would have somewhat of an answer for.

“Nah, see everyone around here like that. I didn’t see a thang.” You clenched your jaw in frustration and looked down at your feet, this was the thirteenth person you’d saw who claimed they didn’t have a clue about what had happened.

“Y’all together or somethin’?”

You picked your head up and saw that the woman was pointing to Benning and Morgan, signifying her words were to them. You knew not to make it personal but you couldn’t help the sudden pang of jealousy wave over you when Derek nodded towards Benning, a cheeky smirk on his lips.

Prentiss glanced at you, being the only agent alongside Garcia who knew about your true feelings towards Derek. Garcia was the first one to find out and claimed that she ‘couldn’t keep it in’ so went to Emily and ‘spilled the beans.’

You cleared your throat and went away to another part of the area, Emily following you and motioning to Morgan and Benning to go away somewhere else (nicely, obviously TPWK.)

“You okay?” You simply nodded your head and approached another man, asking him the same questions from before only to get the same set of answers from the last bazillion. “Seriously? Nothing? This area is known for crime and all you can do is bat your eyes somewhere else knowing full well someone has taken the life of an innocent woman who had her entire life ahead of her?!”

Morgan and Benning heard the commotion and turned around to see what it was about, their eyebrows furrowing when they saw it was you. “Y/N.” Emily placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back. The man was visibly intimidated, strolling off somewhere else, the street resuming back to normal.

“I’m fine.” You shook Emily’s hand off your shoulder and sighed, rubbing your hand over your forehead in frustration. “I’ll see you back at the station.” The agent besides you was about to speak up but only mumbled a small ‘okay’.

Derek called after you but you just ignored him and opened the car door to the SUV, driving off without a second look. He looked over at Emily who was now stood alone with a notebook and pen in one hand and her phone in the other, punching various numbers in.

“I’ll take the men, you can take the prostitutes.” Benning nodded and walked off, they had to improvise now that they were an agent less.

You sat in the conference room, looking around to the sticky notes and photos of the women, your words towards the man earlier ringing through your head. You didn’t acknowledge anyone walking in until you saw a tall figure lean on the desk on the other side of the room.

“Why are you back here?”

“The neighbourhood was a miss, figured it would do a lot more good if I was here instead.”

Hotch knew that that wasn’t the only reason you left the neighbourhood but dropped it and just simply nodded his head, looking over to the evidence board. “You see anything?”

You stood up and walked over to the board, looking at the marks on each of the victim’s bodies. “Well, some unsubs have different levels of neurotransmitters like serotonin or dopamine than normal brains. Serotonin at the proper levels keeps people from acting aggressively when they are frustrated, so when someone’s brain has lower amounts of the chemical, the person may react impulsively and violently.”

“What are you implying?” Hotch was interested in what you were saying, tilting his head to see the board a little bit clearer. “Hotch, I think we’re dealing with a psychopath.”

He furrowed his eyebrows as you both turned your head to the door, hearing a deep familiar voice. “I agree.” You swallowed and turned back round, pretending to be busy thinking.

“Why?” Derek walked further into the room and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you and hoping for you to turn around with that usual smile on your lips but sighed and looked down at his feet then back up at Hotch.

“Uh, psychopaths especially those who commit violent crimes, may not have brains that register fearful expressions on others’ people faces. Unsubs with antisocial personality disorder have trouble recognising faces showing fear and sadness. Um, our unsub could be on a psychotic break and the way he killed these victims was quick, he didn’t spend any time with them.”

Hotch noticed the slight tension in the room between both of his agents but grabbed his cell from his pocket, dialling Garcia’s number. “Garcia. Narrow down the list to anyone who has been released from a mental institution within the last 6 months, has cut off his medication or visited a local pharmacy to pick up any refills of carbamazepine or even SSRIs.”

There was a small pause as you looked to Hotch, the usual focused expression built up on his face. “Thanks.” He flipped his phone close and put it back into his pocket, looking back up.

“Whatever you two have going on, sort it out. We have an unsub on a psychotic break and I need everyone to be focused.” You glanced at Derek for a brief moment, his eyes already set on you. “Good job.” Hotch nodded towards the both of you before walking back out the room the way he came in, updating the rest of the team on what you were just conversing about.

“What’s going on?”

“You tell me.” You spoke almost instantly, Derek wincing at the sound of your suddenly cold voice. “Y/N/N, I only want to help.” You turned your head to him, his fingers interlaced with each other as he just looked at you with concern laced in his voice.

You glanced outside of the room when you noticed the superintendent eyeing you and Derek suspiciously, your anger returning to you as you balled your hand into a fist. The agent opposite you noticed your shift in behaviour, following your eyes to where they looked.

He furrowed his brows and looked back at you, “Y/N, what is it?”

“I don’t know Derek, fondling with the superintendent when there’s an unsub on a ‘psychotic break’ isn’t calming in any way whatsoever.” He stood up slowly, taking a few steps towards you and standing in front to block the superintendent outside from your line of sight.

“It isn’t fondling, and seriously? That’s what this is all about?” When Derek finished, it felt even more of a trivial issue than the voice in your head was making it out to be. “No it’s that we have three girls dead, an unsub on the verge of losing his entire mind and very distraught families who are looking for closure and to bury their daughters in peace.”

You scoffed and walked out of the room, every pair of eyes on you and Derek as you took a seat at one of the desk’s, bringing up Garcia to ask her if she had found anything.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine Ben calming you down when you realize you can see the dead:

"Hey, hey its okay."

He found you, hiding, crying, shaking. You needed them to go away, you needed the pain to stop. So many of them bloody, mangled, following you around as of you could help them, but you couldn't even help yourself. They were so sad, all of them taken too young, too early, all of them dead. At first just voices, the moans and groans, but then it as if they were standing in front of you. People walking right through them, as if they didn't even exist. You wanted to beg them to stop, to leave you alone, but they didn't care to listen. You couldn't stand it anymore. You can't eat or sleep, you were on edge all day, scared someone would turn around and their skull would be missing or they'd start to bleed from their bellies. Ben bent down, close, his voice soft so as not to scare you, his words comforting. You weren't sure if he was here or not, if he was alive, but he looked normal, he looked okay, and for now that was enough. He knew all too well how overwhelming this could be. An unwanted power.

"It's okay. I'm Ben, I can help you."

*disclaimer: none of the gifs I use are my own nor do I claim them to be my own*

[narvaldetierra]

Hide and seek

This is the Kidnapped prompt for the #BarsonBingoAugust2021 created by @simpforbarba

Warnings: Blood, psychological torture, some descriptions can be graphics. Let me know if I forgot anything. Words: 4181. Disclaimer: English is not my first language.

“What do you say if we go for some Chinese food and go to your apartment? We may find Noah still awake if we go now.” Said Rafael standing at Olivia's office door.

The lieutenant looked up and put down the papers she was reading, surprised because she hadn't heard him arrive. She gave him an exhausted smile and took off his glasses.

“That would be great but…”

“You have a case.”

“I have a case.”

“A case for which they are pressuring you a lot, according to what I heard” He approached the desk. He already knew these kinds of cases, they resonated that much in the newspapers, that became a political issue, so the high levels pushed the police to the limit.

“That's right, but every clue we have just led us to a dead-end road.— Olivia sighed and dropped the paper in her hand. All that she wanted was to leave the station, take a walk with Rafael and be there when Noah went to bed, so she could read his bedtime story, for the first time that week.

“Hey… I know you are in a difficult position, but it's no use that you stay here all night, without sleeping” Rafael sat in the chair across the desk “You need to take a step back and stop looking at all that evidence for a while. When you come back tomorrow, after a good night’s sleep, you may see this and find something you didn’t see.”

“You may be right” she granted, still a little upset that she couldn't move further in the case.

A series of corpses had been found. Two each time, couples, according to what their family said. They had rope marks on their wrists, traces of sedatives, shoots in their chest and heads. All the women were raped. The Killer Match the press had called it. All the beginning, it seemed to follow a path with just heterosexual couples, but they suddenly found a sapphic couple and another one gay. They had found five couples, the last two had appeared after the investigation of the third, unlike the first two that were found thanks to the ongoing investigation. They were three weeks apart each time, and they were running out of time before they had a new couple on the coroner's table.

Olivia stood and took her stuff, purse, and coat. Rafael smiled back at her and stood as well, held out his hand towards her. As they left her office, he crossed an arm over her shoulders, and kissed her cheek, trying to improve her mood.

“When we arrive at the apartment, I will take care to spoil you.”

“With you being by my side is enough. Besides, I’m so tired that I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat dinner.”

---

They were sitting at a table, waiting for the takeaway food. A glass of wine in front of Olivia, and scotch in Rafael’s hand. It should have been 15 minutes and it had been already 20. After a long day, Olivia was a little impatient, her mind thought in that case, again and again, reviewing in her mind the evidence they had. After another five minutes, Rafael went to claim their food and she was left alone. Then she almost had an epiphany. She took the file from her purse, checked some papers, and then she made a search on her phone. She gasped as she realized.

“What happened?” Rafael asked when he came back, as he knew that look in her eyes “What did it happen when I wasn’t here”

“I… I found it” she replied still surprised by her own words “I know who he is, I know where he is. It was in front of us all this time, and we didn’t even notice!”

Rafael knew right away that they wouldn’t go home, after the last week, she wouldn’t let it be not even a minute more. They got into her car and Rafael put the food on the back seat. He would follow her till where ever she wanna go. He didn’t need to ask her anything.

She parked in front of a flower shop, behind the shop was the owner's house. Due to the time, all the shops in the area were already closed and the street looked almost deserted. Without her police radio, she took her phone and called for reinforcements. Olivia walked determinedly to the door of the flower shop, she took out his gun and his badge willing to be herself the one to arrest him. Upon closer inspection of the flower shop, she could see that the door was open, which gave her the green light to enter.

“Rafa, stay here”

“But Liv…”

“No, no but. The reinforcements are on the way, it is just a guy and you are not authorized to be the ADA in my case. You just wait here, and when the patrol arrives you send them inside.”

She didn’t let him make any reply and entered the flower shop. Identified herself as NYPD, just in case there was someone near enough to hear her, she couldn't let this case get lost on any kind of legal technicality. The shop lights were off, some street lights hardly leaked through the window. She advanced slowly with her gun in hand and alert. The first room cleared. It was when she went to the backroom when she felt a prick in her neck. It was too fast, just a little pressure and when she turned back, she fell to the ground just like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The gun, still in Olivia’s hand, shot up when it hit the ground. Rafael heard and he immediately went inside.

“Liv!” He exclaimed entering the back room.

She still had her eyes open and used all her will to try to move and warn him, but it was useless, she couldn’t even feel her arms or legs. Rafael ran to her across the door and before he could reach her, the perpetrator hit his head with a flower vase, knocking him out instantly. Barba fell beside Olivia, who looked at him terrified and then at the guy who was looking at them with a wide satisfied, and creepy smile on his face.

---

She woke up and everything was dark around her. She felt dizzy and sleepy. Her eyelids were heavy and she had a hard time staying focused. She could tell she was in a car. No. She was in the trunk of a car. She could feel the movement and the only thing she wanted was to hear the police siren following them near. She focused on what she could hear, but there was nothing outside but the normal sound of traffic. Little was the space she had to move and even less was allowed by the ropes that restricted her movements. Her mind threatened to bring back horrible memories of her tied up and gagged, in the trunk of Lewis' car moving with complete impunity. She tried her best not to think about it and tried to break free. It was then that she realized that she was not alone in the trunk.

Her heart stopped for a moment. Because her hands were tied up behind her, she had to lie on her side to be able to touch him. She looked for his pulse or any other vital sign, she begged for him to stay alive, and he was. Without being able to see him, she was guided by touch and when she felt the suspenders across his chest, she knew it was Rafael. It had to be him, she didn’t want to think of the alternative if it wasn’t him. She settled next to him, she wanted to feel his warmth and breath, somehow it made her feel better knowing that she wasn’t alone. She immediately felt guilty about it, since her relief was due to Rafael being kidnapped. There wasn’t anything she could do about it, and feeling Rafael by her side gave her the peace of mind that helped her repress the memories of those four days.

With the sedatives still in her system and prived of any external stimulus, she fell asleep again.

---

When Olivia opened her eyes again, she was alone. She was still tied up but in the middle of a forest. The sun was shining high, dazzling her eyes. She tried to stand, a difficult task with her hands tied behind her back, but after a few tries, she did it. There was no sign of Rafael nor even the guy that took them there. In front of her, leaning against a tree, there was a bag. She was sure that The Killer Match would be back soon, so she hurried to find something to release herself, so she could have a chance to do something.

She had a hard time trying to get something from the bag without looking, just feeling with her hands. Something pricked her left hand and as she could feel, she knew it was a Swiss knife. The blade didn’t seem very sharp but should be enough to cut the ropes.

While she was trying to free herself, a sound caught her attention. There was no one around, and it wasn’t a sound from the forest. She realized that it came from the bag, it seemed like a radio and when she looked inside the bag, she could see the antenna peeking out from under a compass and a canteen.

She finally released her hands and before anything else, she hurried to get to the canteen. She hoped it had some water, she felt thirsty and needed to drink anything. She wasn’t lucky at all, and the canteen was empty. She sighed with frustration and checked the bag. To the bottom of the backpack, she found a first aid kit pretty much empty as well. What she thought was a radio turned out to be the receiver of a baby monitor, just like she had used it when Noah was a baby. This one seemed to have been manipulated by hand.

“Hello… hi… testing… 1, 2, 3… Can you hear me?” A male voice came from the radio.

Olivia stood and took the bag, knowing that would be useful eventually. She looked around, looked for some path, looked for footsteps, and looked for something that helped her find a way to Rafael and understand what happened to him.

“If I'm not wrong, you both should be awake by now. I bet you already found the bag, but if you haven’t, now you do. No, it wasn’t left behind by a random hiker, is there for you to use it. We’re gonna play a game.”

“Both”, he said “both”, which meant that Rafael was somewhere in that forest too, probably confused and worried as she was.

“These are the rules: you both are on the opposite side of the forest, you both can hear me, but neither of you can communicate with each other. You can try to run away alone, or you can try to find each other. Either way, if I found you first, it’s game over. My dog has a good sense of smell, so I hope you can run fast.”

Word after word, Olivia began to understand all the victims went through and the kind of psycho this guy was. He was not just an amateur or a simple serial killer. He was calculating and careful, he had planned this very well.

“Lieutenant Benson… How is your head? It hurts, right? I’m sure you are thirsty too. Don’t worry, it’s just a side effect of the sedative I gave you. It will only get worse if you don't get some water.” She heard derisive laughter “If you follow the right path you will find a river that crosses the entire forest, you can load the canteen there. But… You will realize that this will reveal your location. It’s your choice. The game begins… Now!”

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Rafael was on the opposite side of the forest. He had dried blood on one side of his head and his shirt collar. His wrists were red where the ropes had been. He also had his backpack and he was looking for a way to know where to go and find Olivia. It had always been easy for him to orient himself with the cardinal points, but he didn’t know in which part of the forest he was, so he didn’t know where to go. He thought he could climb a tree, but he dismissed the idea immediately, he hadn't done that since he was a kid. He wandered his gaze through the woods around him and chose a random direction, he had to trust that he was going in the right direction.

The forest was peaceful. Sunlight trickled through the leaves of trees, which were shaken by the slight autumn breeze. He heard birds singing from the treetops, so high that he was not able to see them. However, his vitals were racing, with the same adrenaline that he had only felt with the most important court cases, or even more. He walked in a hurry and wondered where the hell they were. He thought that the trees and birds around him should have been a way to know that, but little was all he knew about it.

“I can see you” heard from the radio after a few minutes with silence. Rafael's heart stopped for a moment. He couldn’t be sure who of the two was he talking to. From what he came to see, it wasn't him. “I can sense your horror.” He heard the dog barking in the background, coming from the radio, then he knew it wasn’t talking to him. “It’s already too late for you to try and run away”

Rafael felt despair grow inside him, he lost the composure he had tried to preserve and ran through the forest. He prayed he was heading in the right direction, he prayed he could reach in time and he prayed that Olivia could run faster from that guy or his dog. His lungs burned and his vision became somewhat blurry, but he kept running until he heard the gunshot. The sound echoed both over the radio and in the forest. He stood in shock without knowing what to do. His full attention was on the radio and the sounds that came from it.

“Run while you still can, your time is running out” heard the guy said, only then he could breathe again. Olivia was still alive. And because of the gunshot, he knew where he had to go. That way he ran again, willing to get to Olivia before the psychopath did.

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Meanwhile, Olivia was running desperate, tears in her eyes. Her head was killing her, but she didn’t care anymore. She had heard everything on the radio and needed to make sure Rafael was okay. From what she had heard, he had managed to escape from the Killer Match, she just hoped he'd dodged the shot. She already knew where she had to go. She knew she was more likely to meet The Killer, but she didn't care, she just wanted to reach Rafael in time.

“Do you think your partner is still here? I think we are already alone” said the guy. “Don’t be sad, you are not the only one. It was the same with the first two couples. You think you found the love of your life, but when the time comes, they just look for themselves.”

“Don't listen to him Rafa” Olivia thought. She was doing her best to keep running. Self-defense classes kept her fit, but being inside the gym in a controlled environment was not the same as being in the middle of a forest. “I’m still here. I won't leave you. Don’t give up now, I’m coming for you.”

“This started as an experiment, you know? It turned out to be a lot more entertaining than I thought. I saw the cops go and come with the bodies I left behind. They never thought I was suspect, until now. Did you know you didn’t find them all? There are still two more couples out there. I don't think you ever will. Neither of you will return alive.”

“Not on my watch,” she thought.

She didn't notice it until she heard the click. It was that fast that she couldn’t do anything about it. Ropes moved through the trees and raised an extensive net, hidden on the ground. Before she could tell, she was hanging ten feet off the ground, trapped in the net.

“No, no, no…” Overcome by panic, her heart stopped for a moment, she clung to the net and struggled with it.

“Oh, oh… Someone fell into a trap” heard the voice from the radio and with a chilling whisper he added, “I know where you are…”

Olivia's breathing was racing, her mind was fuzzy, she was desperate to get rid of as soon as possible so she could run away. She just wanted to find Rafael and get the hell away from the forest. She wanted to see her son again, hug him, and never think about The Killer Match again. It took a lot of effort on her part to be able to focus, when she did, she recalled the Swiss knife. She took it from her pocket, her hands shaking so much that she feared it fell. She squeezed her hand tight to avoid accidents. She sought to cut a hole large enough in the side of the net, to be able to pass through. Her plan was to hang from the net before jumping, to reduce the distance to the ground.

“You can’t hide from me. Just wait for it, I’m almost there.”

With great speed, the razor's edge passed over the rope of the net. She could felt how she was running out of time. She was sweating cold and her heart was beating as fast as a mouse.

“I prefer young couples for this game, but I had to admit that you are being entertained enough. I’ll enjoy killing you two.”

With two ropes off, Olivia was able to sneak out. She hung for a moment from the net and then she fell to the ground. Although she tried to calculate her fall, her hands did not hold out for long. A scream escaped her mouth due to the impact against the ground, she could felt her right ankle hurt. However, she had no time to lose, she needed to run as fast as she could go.

She stood up, laying his weight on the tree next to her, and then she ran.

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Rafael fell on his knees. His lungs did not allow him to continue running. He was short of breath and already felt dizzy. He could feel like his heart wanted to jump out of his chest, his throat was dry and burning. He puts his hands on the ground trying to calm himself. He could feel the throbbing in his legs. He cleared his throat and used all his willpower to get back on his feet. Olivia needed him and that psycho was near to her. He stood for a minute and then ran again.

“I’m getting closer. I can hear your footsteps thumping loudly through the forest.”

“No! Liv, run… please, just run,” Rafael thought. He didn't care if she ran away and left him there, he didn’t care to die in the forest, as long as she was safe. The sound of a breaking branch interrupted his thoughts. He hid behind a tree and took the Swiss knife, with the blade ready for anything. It wasn’t much, but it was better than fight just with his fists. He heard footsteps advancing trying not to make noise. He wondered if it could be Olivia, but then he heard the dog and he knew it was The Killer Match.

“You are not very good at hiding, I can see you…”

He heard the gun charge behind him. He closed his eyes and let the air out of his lungs. He stood and turned around slowly. Just like he already knew, the killer was in front of him, just a few steps away. He raised his hands in the air and their gazes met. The killer smiled sadistically and licked his lips, just like a beast ready to devour its prey. He took the radio and brought it to his mouth.

“You can say goodbye to your man Lieutenant. It’s game over for him.”

Then he just shot. The Killer liked to play with his victims, so he wouldn't let the fun be over so soon. He made sure to hurt him, without killing him immediately. The bullet got to the low abdomen, on his right side. Rafael fell to the ground moaning in pain and dropped the knife. Blood gushed from the wound in great quantity and his first reflex was to pressure the wound. The Killer approached and pointed his gun at Rafael's head.

“I hope you know Lieutenant, that you just confirmed my theories. In the end, you just chose to save yourself.” He hooked the radio back on his belt, crouched next to Rafael, and put the gun to his temple. He took a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and handcuffed Rafael. Although he had the gun pointing to his head, offered some resistance, something the Killer enjoyed. He picked up the knife with a wide, terrifying smile on his face. “Perhaps I can still have some fun” He rested the knife on Rafael's cheek “Stay still, do not try anything” made a quick cut, moved the knife against his chest, and made a new cut, this time even deeper, which needed more pressure and strength. Rafael bit back a cry. “What else can I cut? A finger? A toe? Which would make you scream more? I want to hear you” He positioned the knife against the pinky, knowing that it would take a while to cut the skin, muscle, and tendons to separate the bone.

Out of nowhere, Olivia appeared. She pounced on the killer, took him away from Rafael, and knocked him to the ground. In the process she got him to drop the gun. “I was waiting for you to show up,” he yelled in amusement and fought against her. With his free hand, he wanted to strike a blow against her head, which she blocked with a hand. Automatically he thrust the knife into her other hand. Olivia screamed. Adrenaline ran through her body just like when she beat the hell out of William Lewis after four days of torture, so she dealt repeated blows against the face of the Killer, who only laughed.

He kicked her to get her off him, then he stood up and spit out some blood. Then he pounced over her. Due to her bad ankle, she lost stability and fell to the ground. Aided by gravity, he imprisoned her under his body. His hands moved up and down all over her body and Olivia struggled to take him off. He opened her shirt, ripping out the buttons before a new gunshot was heard.

Rafael had done his best to get to the gun he held in his bloody hands. There were just a few times that he had shot in his life, he didn’t feel comfortable holding a gun and it took him a long time to decide to shoot because he did not trust his aim. But the shot was clean. The Killer fell over Olivia, gushing blood from the shot on his head. Both Olivia and Rafael froze for a moment, their breaths were heavy and after a moment they could react. Rafael dropped the gun, Olivia pushed the corpse and ran to Rafael.

“Rafa!” she exclaimed, becoming aware of her aching body again. She knelt on the ground and put a hand on his wound. “Rafa… you’re gonna be fine, don't worry.”

“Liv, are you ok?” he asked, worried about her and the first gunshot he had heard from the radio. He hadn’t realized yet that it had been a mind game the Killer made for them, like a bait, to guide them towards him.

“Yes, yes… I am” she wasn’t aware of the tears that were falling down her face. “I… I’ll get some help.” Then she looked for a phone in the corpse pockets. She dialed 911 returning to Rafael's side and pressed on his wound. “I am Lieutenant Benson, from svu, I need a bus.” She gave the details to the operator and explained that she didn’t know where they were. They tracked her phone and soon enough the help was on its way. A few minutes later Olivia leaned over Rafael and kissed him, relieved to hear the sirens approaching. They were going to be fine.