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endless-ineffabilities · 2 months ago

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Double-Edged Seduction (a Chemical Override minishot)

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n: as requested! Set in the current chem ov timeline.

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Matty

"So? How's the missus?" Max, Fabien's brother, asks as Matt rejoins the table.

The brothers and Matthew decided to meet up at a bar in the Soho area of London. As with every reunion, the conversation inevitably turned to their current romantic interests.

Matt had excused himself and walked out back when you called, unable to suppress the grin spreading across his face. That same smile still lingers as he takes his seat. Max and Fabien exchange knowing glances, clearly noticing the impact you have on him.

"Look at the lad's face. He's smitten to bits, isn't he?" Max teases, nudging Fabien to join him. Fabien merely shakes his head with a smirk, taking a long drag of his beer - he knows it's not all cut and dry, not when Ewan's in the picture.

Oblivious to the underlying tension, Max continues, "I've met her at your party, right? She's the new actress in your show?"

Matt leans forward, eager to chime in, "Yeah, she's new, but there's no shortage of talent there. She's already outshining me in our scenes!"

"Oh, I'll bet. Let's see now, hold on." Max pulls out his phone. "I'm not too familiar with her other stuff. Let me look at her IMDB or something." Then he gets to clicking, typing in your name on the search engine.

"Are you seriously Googling her?" Fabien laughs dryly. "You've met her a couple of times!"

"Yeah, yeah," Max waves him off, "just making sure that our boy Matty here is all set."

Matty? Or Ewan? Fabien thinks, but he keeps it to himself. No need to drag his brother into the drama. As it stands, the nosy guy's gonna find out eventually.

Max hums and ahs as he scrolls through your relatively brief filmography. But when he returns to the search results, he notices a series of headlines. They all seem to cover the same news: your latest Agent Provocateur campaign has just been released.

“Oh? Oh... Oh!” Max exclaims, his cheeks flushing red as he lowers his phone. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be seeing this,” he jokes with a sheepish grin.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Fabien laughs, but it quickly fades when Max shows him the news headline.

"Hey, now," Matt says, "if this is about my girl then I should be the one to see this."

And he does. Heat runs through Matt's body, and it isn't due to the alcohol. No, you are something far more intoxicating. He clicks on one sultry photo after another, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. "Oh, fuck me," he mumbles weakly.

"Oh, god, his face!" Fabien exclaims. "Mate, you are so gone."

"Well, shit." Matt hands the phone back, then says in a lighthearted tone, "Don't look at that anymore. Those aren't for you."

Max raises both hands in surrender, amused.

A hush falls over the lads, which breaks when Fabien lowers his head in a fit of suppressed giggles. "Your face, Matthew!"

Matt chuckles heartily, mirroring Fabien. "Fuck, can you blame me?"

Ewan

"Hello to all, I am Josh Horowitz, here interviewing two upcoming stars of the next big franchise... well, it will be a global sensation, I'm saying it now. Jenna Ortega and Ewan Mitchell!"

Jenna and Ewan both turn to the camera, displaying grateful smiles.

"We're so happy to be here, Josh," Jenna says.

"Well, thank you for being here," Josh replies. "Ewan, how was the flight from across the pond? Do you miss it already or does LA have your heart now?"

"Flight was all good." Ewan nods, smiling. "Yeah, and I mean, LA is great, it's lovely out here for sure. But my heart remains back home, I have to say."

Donna, his publicist, stands tense behind the camera, hoping that he doesn't making any revelations regarding his lovelife. They don't need another talking-to about the conditions of his contract, especially after that whole Instagram fiasco.

Josh asks several routine questions about the upcoming film - the production process, the locations for filming, the costumes. Ewan does well, his answers full of depth, evidencing the dedicated actor that he is.

But Donna wishes he would just smile more in Jenna's direction. This is meant to be a taster of their budding relationship - what fans will look back on and deem the initial flirty stages.

Ewan is, without a shadow of a doubt, a great actor. Fantastic. A star all-around. Donna knows this well - it's the reason why she chose to represent him in the first place. But man does he suck at PR.

Josh then asks a series of rapid fire questions to test their friendship.

Where did they first meet? The director's office in LA.

When is the other's birthday? Neither gets it right, but not for lack of trying.

"Well, I'm a Libra," Jenna says, "and you're a... "

"Pisces?" Ewan answers, unsure of himself. "At least I think so. I've been told that I do act like a true Pisces."

"Oh?" Josh responds. "And Pisces and Libra... are those compatible signs?"

"I think so," Jenna glances at Ewan with a smile. "I hope so!"

"You tell me," Ewan shrugs good-naturedly. "I'm not a big astrology guy, but you know, it seems interesting."

"Okay," Josh moves on. "Last text you sent each other?"

"Oh, wow," Jenna exhales.

"I don't know, let me check," Ewan says, quickly pulling out his phone, and Jenna follows suit. "Maybe something about this interview..." he trails off, distracted by a new notification - a message from Phia that starts with SOS.

What the hell? His mind races. He glances around the room, making sure no one noticed the flicker of concern on his face, before tapping the notification to open the message.

SOS! Our girl is so damn delish!! I don't know how you can ever handle it 😫

Ewan scrolls down, and his entire body stiffens. He is overwhelmed by a mix of surprise and disbelief, yet his face remains a stony mask as he processes what he's seeing. There's a lot to take in - your figure tastefully showcased in delicate lingerie, every curve accentuated with an air of elegance and seduction. His eyes hungrily flick over the images, as he tries so hard to remain composed.

So what if this franchise basically sets up his entire career? So what if he's already signed every contract that ties him to it? And who cares if a Hollywood mogul destroys his image?

Ewan needs you.

He is also, almost certifiably, going mad.

Get it together. He tells himself.

"Ewan? Ewan?" Josh's voice cuts through, snapping him out of blissful momentary delirium. "Care to share with the class?"

"Oh, he's so out of it," Jenna laughs. "What did you find? I looked through and our last message was about this interview."

"Oh, was it now?" Josh chides. "Or did Jenna send anything particularly interesting?

"What, me? I'm the worst texter ever," Jenna replies, shaking her head. "My messages are so plain and boring."

"Oh, sorry, that was nothing." Ewan says, managing an unaffected laugh. "I just got distracted by an Oasis headine. Are you guys going to see their show this year?" He masterfully switches the subject, but his mind lingers on images of your bare skin in lace and silk and...

He crosses his legs, stretches his neck, smiles and nods at whatever the others are saying. Anything to quell that familiar grawing tension in his trousers.

Not now. He prays. Not here.

If that happens... he is well and truly fucked.

Some notes in the margins...

If anyone's got any ideas on a name for the Ewan/Jenna film, I'm all ears. Also - on Ewan's elf character name? I call him Elfmond but I think that might be too telling... hehe.

Cold showers for Mitchell in LA. A lot of cold showers.

And for Matty? 😏🤷🏻‍♀️

#chemical override #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell x reader #ewan mitchell imagine #matt smith #matt smith x reader #matt smith imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader

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storiesforallfandoms · 7 months ago

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looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor;doctor who

word count: 3736

request?: no

description: after travelling to medieval times, a flirtatious king takes interest in the doctor’s companion, and the doctor is a little jealous

pairing: eleventh doctor x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jealousy, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“I hate when you don’t tell me where we’re going,” (Y/N) muttered as the TARDIS lurched again.��“I always feel like I need to prepare for whatever is going to happen.”

“You don’t need to prepare for anything this time,” the Doctor insisted. “Just let me surprise you, we’ll have fun!”

“Remember last time you said you would surprise me with fun? We ended up surrounded by Daleks and narrowly escaping their attacks.”

The Doctor moved away from the controls and cupped (Y/N)’s face. “This one will be a fun surprise. I promise.”

He kissed the top of her head, then went back to the controls. (Y/N) wanted to argue further, but she knew there was no use. The Doctor had a very different definition of “fun” than most, and it was nearly impossible to convince him when he was wrong. And she had to admit, the Doctor never went looking for trouble. Trouble just found him. Besides all that, it was also just impossible to argue with the Doctor when he was showing her affection, which they were both well aware of.

She braced as the TARDIS began making a noise that indicated they would be landing soon. As usual, the TARDIS landed with a rough thud and would’ve thrown the two of them to the ground if they hadn’t been prepared. The Doctor was smiling his big, goofy smile as he rushed to the door and threw it open with a flourish. (Y/N) looked around him at where they were supposed to be. “A forest?”

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around. “I could’ve swore I had our coordinates to land at the castle.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and looked at him. “Castle?! You were planning to crash land in front of a castle?!”

“Well, I wasn’t planning to crash land. But, the surprise is ruined now, so yes. I brought up back to medieval times so you could see a real castle, and real knights. Maybe even a king or a queen.”

She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That’s so sweet, if not a little scary because I’m sure we would’ve been thrown into a dungeon if we crashed that close to the castle.”

The Doctor chuckled and put his arms around her waist. he was pulling her in for a kiss when they both heard something. They paused to listen. It sounded like heavy thumping against the ground, slowly getting louder and closer. They were pulling away from each other just as a group of men in metal suits of amour, some riding horses, broke through the trees and into the clearing where (Y/N) and the Doctor landed.

Knights.

Knights with pointy weapons aimed at them.

The Doctor pulled (Y/N) close to him, protectively. “Gentlemen, we mean no harm.”

“Who are you?” the lead knight demanded.

“I am the Doctor. This is my...associate, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Years of dating (exactly how many years was still a bit wonky because of timey wimey stuff), and the Doctor was still weird about calling her his girlfriend.

“We’ve come to visit your beautiful land,” the Doctor explained.

“We heard sounds like an explosion,” the knight said, eying the two of them suspiciously.

“That was just...our...carriage?”

The knights shared a look before the lead said, “You’re coming with us to the king.”

Two knights tried to approach to take them, but they assured the knights they’d come willingly. (Y/N) bit her tongue to keep in an “I told you so”. She knew this wasn’t what the Doctor had planned, but it really did just prove her point that there was never an uneventful tried with him.

The two of them were marched to a castle that wasn’t too far from where they had landed. (Y/N) marveled at it as they got closer. It looked exactly like the castles from fairy tales and medieval shows and movies. It was huge with a moat around it. The drawbridge lowered as they got closer, someone obviously watching for their arrival. The group led the two inside, but only three knights ended up bringing them to the king.

He was a younger looking man, surprisingly. (Y/N) was assuming he was going to be an old man, but he was close to her age, and quite handsome. He looked down at them as they approached. When they stopped, he was still watching them, expectantly. It took the Doctor a moment to realize what he was waiting for. “Oh! Bow!”

They moved simultaneously to bow.

“Who are you?” asked the king.

“I am the Doctor, this is (Y/N).”

He raised an eyebrow. “You are a doctor?”

“Well, no. It’s like a...um...a stage name!” The king still looked suspicious. The Doctor turned to (Y/N) as if looking for backup, but she looked just as confused. “We are traveling...magicians. That’s why we have such funny looking clothes, and the loud noise you heard before. We were, um, practicing a trick! Went a bit wrong. We sincerely apologize.”

The king’s gaze turned to (Y/N). His expression seemed to soften greatly when he did, which definitely did not go unnoticed by the Doctor.

“Is this true, my lady?” he asked. “Are you two magicians?”

She nodded quickly.

“We were traveling to see your lovely castle,” the Doctor explained.

The flattery seemed to work, on top of the presence of a beautiful lady, the Doctor was sure.

The king stood from his throne. “It seems there has been a misunderstanding, then. I would like to apologize and offer you both lodgings in the castle for the night.”

The Doctor looked over at (Y/N). Her eyes were shining with excitement at the offer. As much as he wanted to say no and leave, he couldn’t when she looked like that. He plastered on a smile and agreed. The answer delighted the king, who stepped down from his throne to shake their hands. He grasped (Y/N)’s hand very warmly. Even she seemed startled by the gesture.

“My name is King Harold Evergreen,” he said, to both of them but definitely mainly to (Y/N). “I am honored to have you both here.”

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(Y/N) was still marveling at everything hours later. They were shown to the room they would be staying in, which was huge as well. She only got glimpses of the halls and other rooms as they were guided to their room, but King Harold promised an actual tour later on. (Y/N) felt like she was living in a fairytale.

The Doctor, however, was not taken with everything. He had been at first, until they had met the king, and until the king started to show clear interest in (Y/N).

There hadn’t been many times when the Doctor felt such strong feelings of jealousy. Mainly because he never expected for any of his companions to be around for long. Something always happened that made him lose his companions eventually. He always told himself not to get too close or else he’d end up hurt again, and every time he was right. But (Y/N) had stuck around. He let himself get close; he let himself fall in love. And she was still here with him years later.

So, yeah, he didn’t love that a king was taking interest in the woman he loved.

(Y/N) looked over at him. While she was taking it all in, he was sat on the bed with an expression that could only be classified as a pout. She giggled and moved towards the bed. She climbed onto it - literally since the bed was so high up.

“Geez, you could fit, like, ten people in this,” she said. When the Doctor didn’t so much as crack a smile, she poked his side. “Awe, what’s wrong? I thought you wanted to see the castle.”

“I did,” he said. “But now we’ve seen it, and I think we should leave.”

“We can leave in the morning. When will we get the chance to stay in a castle again?”

“We could try again in a few years, when King Harold already has a wife.”

He muttered it, but (Y/N) heard it. An amused smile crossed on her face as she moved closer to him.

“Is someone jealous?” she asked.

The Doctor scoffed. “No, of course not.”

“No, totally. You’re just here literally pouting and being broody because that’s what you do. Of course.” She sat next to him and leaned in so her shoulder was touching his shoulder. “You don’t need to be jealous, you know. We won’t be here for long anyways, and I’m sure his interest in me is just because I am a woman he hasn’t met yet. I’m sure he’s already betrothed to marry someone.”

“Not all kingdoms did betrothals. There were plenty of instances in history where the king was allowed to court whatever woman he wanted and propose to her.”

“Then I’m sure that’s what he’s already done. From what little I know of history, kings his age are supposed to be popping out heirs by now. He probably has a fiancée, and the second we leave he’ll have forgotten about me completely.”

A knock came at the door. (Y/N) got up from the bed and went to open it. Stood there was one of the castle’s maidens with something large in her hands. She curtsied to them both, which caused them to share a look that was a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Hello, lady (Y/N),” the young woman said. “King Harold has requested I bring this to you. He says he would like for you to wear it when you join him for dinner tonight.”

She passed the object she was holding to (Y/N). As (Y/N) took it, she realized it was a dress. A big, poofy, princess looking dress. If the fabric had been blue or yellow, it would have looked exactly like Cinderella or Belle’s dress. Before (Y/N) could ask anything, the maiden had left. (Y/N) nudged the door closed with her foot and turned back to the Doctor, who looked positively fuming.

“He’ll forget about you completely, hm?” he said.

There was no arguing this time. He had sent her a beautiful gown, and made sure she knew he expected to see her at dinner, but there was no mention of the Doctor joining them. Of course, he was going to anyways, but it was hard to ignore the fact that King Harold was making it very clear that while the Doctor was a guest of the castle, (Y/N) was his guest.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) almost refused to wear the dress, but the Doctor convinced her it would be best to put it on.

“You don’t want to offend him in his own castle,” he reminded her.

Upon seeing her in the dress, the Doctor was able to set aside his jealousy for a moment. She looked absolutely beautiful in it; like a princess. Even though she was trying to hide her delight for the sake of the Doctor’s feelings, he could see that she was ecstatic to be wearing something so beautiful.

He took her hands in his and pulled her close to him. “You look wonderful, my love.”

She beamed at him. “Thank you. Do you think we’d be able to sneak this out tomorrow morning?”

The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. While he would rather not carry around the reminder of another man trying to woo her, if (Y/N) wanted to keep the dress, he would make sure they kept it.

Another knock came at the door. (Y/N) moved to answer it again, expecting it to be another maiden. She was surprised to see King Harold stood there instead.

“Your highness,” she said, quickly bowing before she could forget herself.

“No need for that,” King Harold told her. “You are here as my guest. No more need for formalities. I just came to see if you got the present I sent for you.” His eyes wandered over her in a way that made the Doctor’s hands curl into fists. “I see I have gotten my answer.”

“Yes, it’s very lovely. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad it fit. We have so much clothes laying around the castle from former kings and queens, I was sure there would be something to fit you.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide. “This...this belonged to...to a queen?”

“My great grandmother, in fact. The first woman to rule the kingdom on her own. She was near the end of her reign before she met my grandfather, a widower with four children. She married him and took in my grandfather and his siblings.”

It was a lot to process. She was wearing the gown of a former queen. A queen who ruled the country on her own, at a time where that was likely unheard of. She knew the dress had to belong to someone in the castle, but she never even entertained the idea that it belonged to one of King Harold’s ancestors.

She wanted to turn and face the Doctor to share her disbelief with him, but King Harold offered her an arm before she could. “Shall I give you that tour I promised? Dinner will be ready soon, but there is plenty to see between here and the dining hall.”

(Y/N) wasn’t thinking when she accepted the king’s arm. But the Doctor certainly was. He glared at their connected arms as King Harold led (Y/N) from the room. Neither of them had invited the Doctor to come along, but he did anyways. He wasn’t about to leave the two of them alone when it was very clear that King Harold had intentions to make (Y/N) stay in the castle forever.

The king was right in saying there was plenty to see between their room and the dining hall alone. Every hallways was lined with portraits of King Harold’s ancestors. There were official portraits of the rulers themselves, then family portraits of them with their spouses and children. There were many of just the children as well, some looking very professional and some that were obviously painted while the children were at play. King Harold made sure to stop at the pictures of him with his parents.

“I am an only child,” he told (Y/N). “It was very rare. My father had seven siblings himself. And it did not happen due to a lack of trying. Many say that my parents were just not lucky enough to be blessed with a big family.”

There were a number of more health related explanations on the tip of (Y/N)’s tongue, but she knew that was all modern stuff that the king would never understand now.

They finally made it to the dining hall. Just like everything else in the castle, it was a giant room. Probably just as big as the throne room they had been brought into when they first arrived. The table was big enough to seat at least a dozen people, and there was a large stone fireplace set up behind one of the heads of the table - King Harold’s seat, if (Y/N) had to guess. The table was set just for the three of them, with (Y/N) and the Doctor seated across from each other, King Harold in the middle at the head.

I suppose that’s better than being seated on the other end, the Doctor thought to himself.

They took their seats as food was brought into the room. (Y/N) had some struggles to sit, but finally figured out how to arrange the poof of her dress so she could sit comfortably without it being up in her face.

“Are we the only ones dining?” she asked.

“We are the only ones here, besides my staff,” the king responded.

“Your parents aren’t here? Or...or a wife?”

King Harold let out a booming laugh. “No, my parents no longer live here since my father stepped down from being king. That is another rarity, but I would much prefer them to step back and enjoy their older years as opposed to running themselves to death like other rulers usually do. And there is no queen currently. I had yet to pick someone to be my betrothed.”

(Y/N) glanced up at the Doctor. They both noticed King Harold’s choice of word: had.

The meal went on in silence. Or rather, in silence from (Y/N) and the Doctor. King Harold spoke plenty about himself and the history of the land. (Y/N) listened politely, while the Doctor continued to stab at his food.

“Tell me, how does one get into the business of magic?” Harold asked after a while. “It cannot be a profitable line of work for the two of you.”

“Oh...um...” (Y/N) started, trying to come up with a convincible story. “I believe it was the Doctor first who found out he was able to do small tricks. He...well, he met me and I was intrigued enough to follow him in his...journeys.”

The Doctor looked up at (Y/N) and they shared a small smile.

“Yes, but is it truly a fulfilling life?” King Harold asked again.

“I believe so. I have traveled to so many wonderful places that I never would’ve gotten to experience had I not met the Doctor,” (Y/N) said. Quickly she added, “And doing magic, of course. That’s...that’s always...fulfilling.”

“But do you believe you could be happy doing something else? Something more than being the assistant to a traveling magician?”

(Y/N) didn’t like where this was going.

When she didn’t speak, King Harold continued. “See, I have been looking for many years for someone to rule this kingdom by my side. I have met countless princesses and duchesses from other kingdoms, I have met common women from the town, but no one has caught my eye just yet. I am getting to an age where my time to find a wife and to have children of my own is starting to run short, but I am not one to marry just because it is expected of me. I want to marry for love, the way my great grandmother did.”

When King Harold reached for her hand, (Y/N) was too stunned to stop him.

“I believe you would make a perfect queen for this land, my lady,” he said. He started to raise (Y/N)’s hand to his lips when the Doctor suddenly stood, knocking his chair over and the crash putting an end to the moment.

“We’re leaving,” the Doctor said to (Y/N).

“I beg your pardon?” King Harold said.

“I will not stay in this castle for another second and watch you try to proposition my girlfriend.”

“Your what?”

“My love! She is my princess, or queen, or whatever you want to call her.” The Doctor moved around the table to take (Y/N)’s hand and pull her from her seat. “We’re going.”

(Y/N) was nervous that the king would send his guards after them, or at least he would send them after the Doctor and take him away so that King Harold could make her his queen without distraction. To her surprise, he called for someone to show them out. When she looked back at him as they rushed out the door, he seemed genuinely upset for them to go.

The Doctor led (Y/N) through the woods, which had gotten much darker during their time in the castle, and found the TARDIS with ease. He rushed both of them into it and slammed the door behind him. He was muttering to himself, cursing the king and calling him all sorts of names that would’ve gotten his head chopped off if he had said it while they were still in the castle.

After the shock had finally wore off, (Y/N) found control of her body again. She approached the Doctor and put a hand on his shoulder. He instantly fell silent and looked at her.

“I would never say yes,” she said.

“What?”

“To his proposition. I hope you know I would never have said yes to him.”

The Doctor was silent. He looked away from her to face the controls. She realized then that it wasn’t just jealousy that he was feeling.

“Were you worried I would’ve said yes and married him?” she asked.

He didn’t speak at first, but finally he said, “He gave you beautiful clothing, he gave you his undying attention, and he would’ve given you a title that anyone could ever dream of. He could’ve made you a fairytale princess.”

“But he is not you,” (Y/N) said. “Why would I want to spend my life with a man I only just met just because of what physical things he could give me? That is not love. Love is following a man in a bowtie into a police box and letting him take you anywhere in time and space for many years. Love is the willingness to do that again and again and again, because you can’t imagine a life without him anymore.”

There were tears welling up in the Doctor’s eyes. He quickly pulled (Y/N) into an embrace, causing her to laugh as she rested against him.

“I love you,” she said, her voice partially muffled by his tweed jacket.

“I love you, too,” he said.

“And, for the record, maybe you should start calling me your girlfriend when we meet new people. That way they won’t get the wrong idea going forward.”

The Doctor chuckled and pulled away to nod. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

She pulled him in for a kiss.

As they were finally coming down from the high that the trip had brought them, she realized that she was still wearing the dress from King Harold.

“I told you I would figure out a way for you to keep it,” the Doctor said, with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yeah, all it took was you risking life in a medieval prison,” she teased.

“The things we do for love.”

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jakegyllenbaalz · 4 months ago

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matt smith as daemon targaryen (house of the dragon)

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my-on-and-off-writingstuff · 2 years ago

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Troublemaker PT. 4 | Daemon Targaryen x reader

Summary: When I said I would not write another part of troublemaker, oops. here it is. Daemon worrying about his pregnant wife. part 1, part 2, part 3 of the troublemaker serie.

111 AC

“Y/n Targaryen what in the gods name are you doing?” she looked over her shoulder to see your husband and you feel the horse stiffen underneath you. For a split second you have the fear that it will buck and run for the hills, but it calms down enough to shake its head and relax. You softly stroke her neck and praise her for not running away in fear. Anya is a beautiful black mare, who could be clumsy at times, but she trotted and jumped as the best. She did not like men around her much and at times she could have a bit of a temperament, but she was a gentle soul and very curious. As soon as the two of you had meet. She had instantly bonded with you and you with her. She had been a gift from Daemon for your first marriage anniversary. According to him, the horse’s temperament had reminded you of him when he saw Anya for the very first time. He had been away for business and when walking through the stables with a lord he had come across Anya.

“Anya needed exercise!” You yell back at your lovely husband who looks like he had just recovered from a panic attack. He has been way to worried about you for the last few months and today his concern was shining bright as ever. “Get your lovely ass of that horse before you break something, the maester said no horse riding anymore, you need to rest.” You laugh softly but do not make any moves of climbing down instead you direct Anya with your knees closer to Daemon. “He is an old man; exercise is healthy for the three of us.”

You almost feel sorry for your husband, but the maester was old and conservative, you knew your body the best and had seen your fair side of pregnancies in your life. You know that you were not too far along yet to ride a horse and exercise is just as healthy if not more than staying in bed all day. However, your poor husband was not that convinced the exercise part and had asked a maester for advice. Since you had told him you were pregnant, he had not let you of his eye, always fussing over you and making a scene out of it wherever you went. You knew deep down that he was scarred of losing you like he had lost his mother. He would save you in a heartbeat over the child if it came to it and you both knew it. As he had said he did not need child perse, but he could not live without you. Nonetheless you were pretty sure that as soon at the little one was born, he would all but forget about you.

He slowly comes closer, and you saw the worry on his face. “I just worry, for you and the babe.” You smile at him and reach out your hand for him to take while still sitting atop of Anya. “I know but I am not made of glass or sugar for that matter.” Daemon takes your hand and brings it to his mouth placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “Even if you where you would be the strongest type of glass, but it’s a husband’s job to worry.” Before you can reject that statement his arms quickly lift you up from the saddle and he settles you down next to him, tucking you into his side. “However, you are trouble whenever you go, and I rather not find my wife with a broken neck.” You huff and lightly hit his chest. “I am a better rider then you are.” He smiles down at you, and you twist yourself out of his arms. “That you are but you also currently have a condition which has not made you less clumsy.”

Your face flushes with anger and quickly turn around to focus on Anya and ignore Daemons last statement. Anya is not faring much better as she is breathing harshly through her noose and stomping her leg on the grass. Apparently, Daemon has also reached his limit with her. She shakes her head at Daemon and before you can even intervene throws him on his ass right in a puddle of mud. You stifle your laugh as you know look down on your husband who looks at the both of you with a look of shock and acceptance. “I don’t think Anya, nor I approve of you calling me being pregnant a condition.” With those words you turn around leading Anya back to the stables leaving Daemon behind in the mud.

Daemon shakes his head still in disbelief as he watches his little troublemaker walk away with her little helper. He knew he should not have said those words and the universe had found a way to punish him for it. Groaning he lifted himself up to his own two feet and followed your form to the stables like a puppy.

111 AC

Everybody you came across today was not meeting your eyes and it was getting old real fast. Because you were concerned that something was wrong with your appearance you had looked in a mirror, but both your hair and face looked perfectly fine. You had racked your brain to try and come up with an explanation for why everybody was ignoring you but the only thing that came to mind was that Daemon had found a way to get himself, and to an extension you exiled again.

You smiled at the approaching lord coming from the council room, which you remembered to be working alongside your husband. But like many before him his eyes widen and immediately turn to the ground, rushing past you like you were hideous. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as you walk into the council room to find your husband. As soon as you enter a silence rolls over the remaining lords halting every conversation. One of them even has the audacity to awkwardly cough while looking at Daemon.

Your husband however unashamedly stares at your chest and slowly you feel horrified as you notice the wetness at the chest of the bodice. You groan softly as your eyes find two wet sticky splotches on your bodice. Your body is leaking milk unbeknown to you. It made sense if you thought about it being at the end of pregnancy, but it does not mean you have to like what your body is doing to you. As if walking around like a duck and not being able to see your feet because of your belly wasn’t enough. Only the gods know for how you had walked around with it. Well, nobody had shamed you all had instead chosen to look away to at least grant you some decency. But you would rather have had somebody tell you, that you were walking around with two bloody milk dots. Men are all so stupid.

“Alright out with you all!” Daemon voice booms through the room as he pulls you into his chest. With flushed cheeks you press your face into his chest. “I have been walking with these for a while now, everybody saw, how stupid. I even cursed out some lords after not greeting me.” Daemon only laughs and softly kisses your forehead. “Well at least they listen to my wedding speech about not looking or even thinking about sexualizing you. You look up at survey the room but the only two people still left are Daemon and you. “Well, you did promise to cut out their guts and feed it to them if they did so it think your point was clear. “He lifts you up and gentle sets you down on the table. “Damn straight, you are mine, all mine.” His lips find the border of where your neck and jaw meet, and he possessively kisses the little spot.

“Uncle Daemon…” the soft voice of Rhaenyra carries through the room, but Daemon does not stop instead he attacks your neck with more kisses. “Oh, never mind.” You hear the secondhand embarrassment in her voice as she took in the sight in front of her, but neither Daemon nor you could care at this moment. Moreover, you have had your share of embarrassment for today and having to have a little chat with Rhaenyra after she had just seen you two was not really on things you wanted to discuss today.

113 AC

Daemon was enjoying the sight in front of him. you were laying in the hollow of his arm, your hand laying on his chest, while your head was resting on his arm near his shoulder. Sun was coming through the window as the night sky made space for the sun. your belly was slightly in the way, but he did not care much as he could feeling nothing else then being contempt. You were going to give him another heir and he could not be happier your first pregnancy had been a breeze and he had eased up on the worrying bit the second time around but still he liked it best when you were close to him and engaging in too straining activities.

The door to your shared room opened with a little creak and he looked up, trying to make out who was the intruder. His other hand automatically found the knife hidden by the nightstand. However, the sound of little feet made him halt in his actions as he recognized his first-born son. “Dada, I stay?” Daemon felt you stir in his arms as your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder and saw your little toddler standing there. Immediately a smile crossed your face. Daemon wondered how the little Baelon had been able to make his way out of his crib and find his way towards your room but let it slide as he saw his soon tiredly wiping his eyes.

You had opened the blanket for Baelon and gestured that he should nestle himself between the two of you, scooting just so slightly back his little body could fit in-between the two of you. Baelon did not need any more encouragement as he climbed his way over Daemon legs to nestle himself in-between. His head rested on your chest, and you closed your eyes again as you hand made its way to Baelon’s back, drawing small circles to sooth him. not long after Daemon heard your breathing pattern change and he knew you were back to sleep. He smiled at himself as he ignored the sun coming into the room even further and nestled back in with his little family. Business could wait he had everything he needed right here. Daemon closed his eyes but not before tightening his grip on his wife and his son.

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Clever Boy - Eleventh Doctor Imagine [Doctor Who]

Title: Clever Boy

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Word Count: 6,449 words

Warning(s): major character death, canon-typical violence, mention of past trauma

Summary: [Season 7, Episode 1] The Doctor and (Y/n) are reunited with Amy and Rory when all of them find themselves in the custody of the Daleks with an impossible task before them.

Author's Note: Wouldn't be one of my OCs if I didn't randomly jump around the timeline a lot. If there's a season that you want to see next, let me know and I'll see what I can do!

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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I warned the Doctor about going to meet the women who wanted to save her daughter.

After all that we went through, it just seemed a little too perfect. Someone being able to send him a message and begging for help just after we avoid true death? I had trouble trusting it.

But he wanted to talk to her. He thought that he needed to.

I went with him for the sake of safety.

We met her on Skaro. The original planet of the Daleks.

She told us the story of Hannah. Her daughter who had been taken away to a Dalek prison camp. People had told her that we could help.

The Doctor noticed the same things that I did. The meeting place, how much she seemed to know about us, and the fact that she had left her daughter behind in the first place.

Mothers don't do that if they want to save or protect their child. They would rather burn the planet around them to the ground than be separated from them. At least, that's what I had learned from Amy.

Once the Doctor started asking too many questions, the woman was forced to reveal herself.

She hadn't escaped anything. She had merely been transformed.

Once the Doctor had been incapacitated, I went to take off running. Another person was already there and before I could truly make any progress, I was lying on the ground next to the Doctor.

When I came to, we were both in a cell.

"Good, you're awake!"

The Doctor pulled me off the floor. I blinked a few times, trying to get rid of whatever tiredness was still clouding my thoughts.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"Angry and tired," I muttered.

"That's the spirit," he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

The doors slid open as he pulled away. Two Daleks rolled in.

"You will come with us," one of them instructed.

"Where are we going," I asked, not moving from my spot.

"The Doctor and (Y/n) will be reunited with their companions."

I felt a strong hit of fear strike my chest. They had gotten Rory and Amy too. This was the worst-case scenario.

"Move," the Dalek instructed again.

We were led down the hall. One Dalek was leaning in front of us, the other was behind us.

We made it to another cell. Amy and Rory were waiting for us just inside.

As soon as we were all inside, a hatch in the ceiling came undone and the platform we were standing on began to raise itself up.

A room. A circular room full of enough Daleks to fill up a few dozen lecture halls. Far more than they would need to take over a multitude of planets.

"Please, tell me this isn't what I think it is," I spoke to the Doctor quietly.

"What is it," Amy asked. "Spaceship, right?"

"Not just a spaceship," he explained. "The Parliament of the Daleks."

I closed my eyes for a moment. Some part of me wanted to believe that this was all some twisted dream. Another part of me knew very well that it wasn't, but facing the reality around us was too terrifying to contemplate.

We had just escaped death to be handed a death sentence.

I only opened my eyes because I heard the Doctor start telling them to take their shot. I was ready to slap him.

"Save us," the emperor spoke up.

"Excuse me?" I admittedly didn't think much before I snapped back at the creature.

"You will save the Daleks."

I scoffed. Another decision that I didn't think through properly.

The room began chanting at all of us. Just repeating the same three words over and over. Save the Daleks.

As the voices died down, The Doctor started pacing.

After a little while, I heard Amy and Rory mumbling to each other. I tried to pay it no mind, but it was difficult when the tension between them was more suffocating than the fear of being surrounded by Daleks.

I didn't mind the muttering until it turned to me.

"And (Y/n) is constantly glancing at us because they want to help us from whatever is wrong with us," Amy whispered. "'Oh no, Amy and Rory are clearly not alright, how are we going to fix that?'"

"Get better at hiding the tension if you don't want me worrying about you," I said bluntly.

She looked down for a moment.

"We have arrived," one of the Daleks announced.

"Arrived where," the Doctor asked.

"Doctor," the emperor said.

"The Prime Minister will speak with you now," the woman from our original meeting spoke up, motioning over to him.

The Doctor didn't move for a minute. When he did, he didn't turn to face their emperor- sorry- their Prime Minister. He moved over to me.

The Doctor stepped closer to me, taking my hand in his as he mumbled into my ear, "We don't have to do this, We could run-"

"Yes, we do," I cut the Doctor off as I looked at him. "They won't let us walk out of here if we don't."

I saw the sad look cross his eyes.

"I don't care if I die," I whispered. "But I will not be the reason that you or Amy or Rory die. I just won't."

He took a deep breath before kissing the side of my head and stepping back. He turned back to the Prime Minister.

He stopped by the woman. "Do you remember who you were before they emptied you out and turned you into their puppet?"

"My memories are only activated if they are required to facilitate deep cover or disguise."

"Look at that," I replied sarcastically. "We were important enough to switch the memories back on."

The Doctor continued approaching the Prime Minister. I took a few steps closer behind him. Quiet support more than anything else.

"What do you know of the Dalek asylum," the creature asked.

"According to legend, you have a dumping ground," he replied. "A planet where you lock up all the Daleks that go wrong. The battle-scarred, the insane, the ones even you can't control. Which never made any sense to me."

"Why not?"

"Because you'd just kill them."

"It is offensive to us to extinguish such divine hatred."

That statement made me sick to my stomach. I interrupted the Doctor, "Offensive?"

"Does it surprise you to know that Daleks have a concept of beauty?"

"No," I shook my head. "I am just surprised that after so long you can still find ways to be so disgusting. Hatred so beautiful that you have to keep hurt, scared creatures in a cage like a personal zoo? Such a fixation on the emotion that it makes you go against your entire purpose. Kill what's different."

The Doctor started walking down the ramp towards me.

"Perhaps that is why we could never kill either of you," the Prime Minister stated.

I was ready to stand and argue, but I didn't get the chance before a hole in the middle of the floor opened. We both walked over to it, looking down at the planet just underneath it.

"The asylum occupies the entire planet," the woman- Darla- explained. "Right to the core."

"How many Daleks are in there," the Doctor asked.

"A count has not been made," she answered. "Millions, certainly."

I was next to speak up, "All still alive?"

"It has to be assumed. The asylum is fully automated. Supervision is not required."

"Armed?" Amy looked over.

"A Dalek is always armed."

"What color?"

We all looked at Rory as the question came out of his mouth.

"Sorry, there weren't any good questions left."

"There's a signal being received from the very heart of the asylum," Darla explained. Just as she did, music began playing over the speaker.

"What is the noise," a Dalek yelled. "Explain! Explain!"

"It's me," the Doctor replied.

"Oh God," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Sorry, what?" Rory turned to us.

"I'm playing the triangle," the Doctor grinned, mimicking his motion.

"And hasn't one let me forget that fun fact," I added.

"Carmen," the Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his jacket and scanned the console that the Dalek had been using. "Lovely show."

I follow him back up the ramp. "Please tell me you're-"

"Tracking back the signal so we can talk to them," he finished my sentence for me.

"Dibs!" I shoved him out of the way. "Hello? Hello... Carmen?"

"Creative."

"Shut up," I muttered. "Hello! Come in, come in. Someone there?"

"Do you read me?" a voice rang out.

"Loud and clear," I replied, smiling properly for the first time since the trip had started. "Identify yourself and report your status."

"Hello," the voice said.

"Hello," I repeated.

"Are you real? Properly real?"

"Actually, properly real. Living, breathing, and bleeding if I am not careful."

"Oswin Oswald," she introduced. "Junior Entertainment Manager, Starship Alaska. Current status: crashed and shipwrecked somewhere... not nice. Been here a year, rest of the crew missing, provision's good but keen to move on."

"A year," I asked. "Are you okay? Under attack?"

"Some local life forms. Been keeping them out."

I looked at the Doctor, scared and confused by the story. "Know what they are?"

"I know a Dalek when I hear one, yeah," she replied.

"What have you been doing all alone, for a year? Against the Daleks?"

"Making soufflés."

I let out an amused huff. "soufflés."

"Where do you get the milk?" the Doctor butted in. I furrowed my eyebrows. It was a good question.

"This conversation is irrelevant." The Dalek did not agree with me. It shut off the signal.

"No, it isn't," the Doctor snapped back.

"Someone crashed into your asylum, meaning there's a big hole in whatever security you had," I joined in. "One thing gets in, millions can get out."

"Even you don't want that," the Doctor added.

"The asylum must be cleansed," the Dalek spoke.

"Then, why is it still here," the Doctor asked. "You have enough firepower to blast it out of the sky."

"They can't," I concluded. "The security that they put on the planet won't allow it. That's why we're here."

"The asylum's forcefield is impenetrable," Darla stepped forward. "And can only be turned off from the inside."

The Doctor went walking down the ramp again. "A small task force could sneak in. Send a couple of Daleks."

He paused halfway down the ramp, noting the silence in the room.

"Oh," he mumbled. "That's good. They're too scared to go down there. What do the Daleks do when they're too scared."

To put it very simply, they were going to launch all of us into a planet. They gave us these bracelets that fended off the nanocloud, which would turn everything that wasn't Dalek into... Dalek. Once we made it down, it was our job to figure out how to shut off the forcefield so they could destroy it.

We were led back to the opening in the floor, where a gravity beam was waiting for us. I reached over and grabbed the Doctor's hand. He rubbed a circle into the skin of my hand with his thumb.

"Ready," I asked.

"Are we ever," he grumbled back to me.

I was hoping to get a chance to jump into the gravity beam on my own. We didn't. Instead, we were all pushed into it.

My next memory was lying in the snow. I groaned as I pushed myself up. I looked around at my surroundings. There was nothing there that I could make any sense of.

I jumped when music started playing next to me. I looked down at an eyestalk looking at me. I moved to lay on my stomach in front of it.

"Oswin?" I called.

"Sorry!" she replied. "I pressed the wrong switch. You okay?"

"I just got launched at a planet, but I could be worse," I shrugged. "How are you doing that? This is Dalek technology."

"It's very easy to hack."

"Respectfully, no, it really isn't. Where are you?"

"Somewhere underground... I think. Ship broke up when it hit. You coming to get me?"

"(Y/n)!"

I jumped at the sound of the Doctor's voice. The camera disappeared as soon as he spoke.

"Dammit," I mumbled, pushing myself to stand up.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Oswin," I replied.

"Soufflé girl?"

"She has a name."

"Doctor!" Amy came running at us from the other side of a hill.

The Doctor helped steady her.

"Where's Rory," he asked.

"There was another beam," the man pointed vaguely behind us all. He continued following us.

We found a hole in the ground. It was deep enough that we couldn't see the bottom.

The man from earlier led us to a hatch that he had been trying to get into. He explained that his team had come down two days ago and that there were twelve other escape pods.

"Alaska," Amy read out, looking down at the name printed on the ship. "That's the same as Soufflé Girl."

"Two days," I asked, looking at the man. He nodded before opening the hatch. "It can't be the same as her. She's been here a year."

We all followed him down.

"There should be some climbing rope long enough for that hole," he explained.

I stepped around one of the seats when I spotted a hood. I leaned down only to be met with a skeleton sitting in the seat. Can't be merely two days old. It couldn't have been.

"Won't you introduce us to your crew," the Doctor asked. I grabbed his arm and stepped as close as possible. "What?"

"They're dead," I mumbled. "That... That one is a skeleton. They can't be two days old."

"Guys, this is the Doctor, Amy, and (Y/n)," the man introduced us. Nothing. I stepped a little further back from the seats. "Guys?"

The Doctor stepped forward, tapping the one I had seen on the shoulder. Its head rolled back, revealing the skeleton. The Doctor checked all of them. With the sonic screwdriver for some reason... they were skeletons, he didn't need to use the screwdriver. They were all dead.

"That's not possible," the man argued. "I just spoke to them. Two hours ago. We were doing engine repairs."

"I'm sorry, but there was no way that's possible. They've been dead a long time."

"Of course," he muttered. "Stupid me. I died outside. The cold preserved my body."

I stepped closer to the ladder, hoping to be ready to run from the man.

Then, an eyestalk started to protrude out of his forehead. "I forgot about dying."

The Doctor grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall and sprayed it at the man. Amy hit the button next to the door, only shutting it once the man was secured on the other side.

"How'd he get all... Daleked," Amy asked.

"He didn't have a bracelet," I explained. "Nanocloud."

"Microorganisms that automatically process any organic matter, dead or alive, into a Dalek puppet."

"Anything that attacks the asylum immediately becomes on-site security. We've seen the interesting abilities of nano-tech."

"Living or dead?" Amy said. I paused, eyes going wide as I looked around the room.

"The wristbands protect us," the Doctor continued rambling. "The only thing keeping us from going completely-"

"Doctor, shut up," she cut him off. "Living or dead?"

"Yes, exactly, living or..."

The bones of the skeletons started cracking as the creatures stood up. The Doctor took off over the tops of the chairs once he noticed. I mostly followed his lead.

We only had true trouble once one of the creatures had caught Amy's wrist. The door slamming shut was enough to get the thing to let go.

The two of them leaned against the door while I stood across from them.

"Unauthorized personnel may not enter the cockpit," a familiar voice rang out over the intercom in the room.

"Oswin!" I jumped a bit. "I lost you back there, you alright?"

"I'm fine, just lost the signal."

The Doctor moved around me, taking a seat at the console, where a camera was pointed at us.

"Oi, Mr. Grumpy, don't get too close," she said. "Ooo, bad combo. No sense of humor and that chin."

I bit the inside to keep from laughing, even though I heard Amy chuckle behind me.

"What is wrong with my chin," the Doctor asked. He looked over at me.

"Nothing," I promised.

"Careful, don't poke their eye out."

I couldn't stop the laugh that came out of my mouth.

"(Y/n)," he whined.

"Sorry, sorry," I held my hands up. "I think your chin is... very handsome."

"I'm scanning you," Oswin informed us. "You're in another of the escape pods from the Alaska. It seems your power's on."

"How are you hacking into everything," I asked. "That should be impossible."

"Long story," she said simply. "There a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy?"

I chuckled. "Not that I know off the top of my head, sorry."

"What's your name again?"

"(Y/n)."

"That'll work."

I let out a stunned scoff. "Oswin!"

"What?!"

"I am in a very committed relationship," I explained.

"With the chiny one?"

I had to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Is it him?"

"Yeah, it's him," I replied.

"Aw, cute," she gushed. "I was hoping it was the redhead."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. I saw the Doctor's frown and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. He let a small grin cross his lips.

There was a beep on her hand. "Check the floor. I'm picking up a breach at floor level. There could be a way out. See you later!"

There had been a hatch on the floor. There was a rope going down into wherever it led. Someone else's escape route.

"This must go straight down to the asylum," the Doctor muttered as he unlocked the hatch.

"Where Rory is," Amy replied.

"Speaking of Rory," I started. "Anything you wanna talk about?"

"Are we going to do this now," she asked.

"What happened?" I countered.

"Just stuff, you know. We split up. What can you do?"

"What can I do," the Doctor mumbled, looking at her.

"Nothing," she explained. "it's not one of those things that you can fix like your bow tie."

The Doctor looked down again.

"Oh, don't give me those big, wet eyes, raggedy man. It's life. Just life. That thing that goes on when you two aren't around. We don't all get to end up traveling all of time and space with our true loves."

I felt a sting of guilt in my chest. I had always known that the Doctor and I were the exception. But Rory and Amy were each other's person. They were stuck together by the universe. They couldn't get away from each other if they tried.

I had grown to see them as an example of sorts.

I looked back at Amy. Maybe she saw us the same way.

There was a rope ladder going all the way to the bottom.

"Someone else got out this way," Amy noted.

"Let's go and find them," the Doctor muttered. He ran to the camera by the door.

They were holding up one of the bracelets. Amy's bracelet.

"Amy," the Doctor whispered.

"What's going to happen to me," she asked. "Seriously? Tell me. What?"

The Doctor didn't reply. Instead, he ran off to the ladder, leading the way down. I let Amy go before me. I followed right behind them, pulling it shut behind me.

"So, what's going to happen to me," she pushed again. "And don't lie. Because I know when you're lying to me and I will definitely fall on you."

"The air all around is full of micro-machines," the Doctor explained. I was stunned that he answered at all. "Robots the size of molecules. Nanogenes. Now that you're unprotected, you're being rebuilt."

By that point, we had made it to the bottom. Granted, by that point, we had already had this conversation at least four times.

"So what happens? I get one of those things sticking out of my head?" she continued.

"Physical changes come later," the Doctor grabbed her hand, pulling her along with us.

"What comes first? How does it start?"

"Your mind. Your feelings, your memories. And I'm sorry but it's already started."

"How do you know?"

"This is the fourth time we've had this conversation."

"I'm scared now."

"Hang onto that," I told her. "Scared isn't Dalek. Hold onto anything that isn't Dalek."

The door opened in front of us.

There was a smell coming from the room.

"What's that," Amy asked.

The Doctor closed the door again. "Stay right there. Don't open this door."

"Oswin," I yelled. "Can you hear me?"

"Hello (Y/n) and the Chin, I have visual on you," she replied. "(Y/n) and the Chin. You two could start a band."

"Why exactly don't we have a visual on you," the Doctor spoke up. "Why can't I ever see you?"

"Limited power, bad hair, take your pick," she explained. "There's a door to your left. Open it."

I looked to my left and went to the door. "Alright."

The door slid open to reveal a small screen.

"I'm going to send you a map to that screen," she explained.

I nodded and stepped inside. "Ready when you are, Oswin."

"Oh, your friend is safe. I can get you to him."

"You found Rory," I asked.

"Yup," she confirmed. "Well, I call him Nina. Personal thing."

I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment before focusing on the screen again.

I watched as she typed away. I followed the map that she was using to guide us. I heard the door open.

"How many Daleks are right ahead of us," I asked.

"Ten, twenty," she estimated. "Some are catatonic, but they do have firepower."

"Doctor," I tried to whisper-shout at him. "Where's Amy?"

He turned around and ran into the room that we had been avoiding earlier. She was standing in the middle.

"How do we get past them," I turned back to Oswin.

The Doctor and Amy shoved their way into the closet with me.

"Okay then," I gasped as I was shoved into the wall.

The sounds just outside the door powered down. The two of them stepped out first and I awkwardly followed.

"It's damaged," the Doctor said.

"Okay, but what do we do," Amy asked.

"Identify me," he turned to the Dalek. "Access your files. Come on."

"You are the Predator," the Dalek spoke.

"Access your standing orders concerning the Predator."

"The Predator must be destroyed!"

"And how are you going to do that? the Doctor stepped forward. "A Dalek without a gun? You're a tricycle with a roof. How are you going to destroy me?"

"Self-destruct initiated," the Dalek shouted.

"What's it doing," Amy asked.

"Destroying the Predator," I explained.

The Doctor lifted the Dalek's hood.

"Self-destruct cannot be countermanded," the Dalek said.

"I wasn't looking for countermand," the Doctor replied. "I'm looking for reverse."

The Dalek proceeded to roll backwards into the large room. It exploded, taking out the other Daleks with it.

We had all been thrown backward.

I shoved myself off the floor. The Doctor picked up a now unconscious Amy and followed me. Rory was standing on the other side of the room.

"Where have you been," I asked.

"Oswin put me in a- a room," Rory pointed behind him. "Is Amy alright?"

"Just unconscious," I explained. "Where's the room?"

He led us into some other room off to the side. The Doctor placed Amy down and we all waited for her to wake up. While we did, the Doctor explained the situation of the stolen bracelet.

"Will the sleeping help her," Rory asked. "Slow down the process?"

"You'd better hope so," Oswin's voice filled the room. "Because pretty soon, she's going to try and kill you."

Amy woke up a moment later, groaning as she did, "Ow."

"Hey," the Doctor said. "Still with us?"

"Amy, it's me," Rory grinned at her. "Do you remember me?"

She reached up and slapped him as soon as the words left his mouth.

"I'd take that as a yes," I advised.

"Same old Amy," the Docter mumbled.

"Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek," Oswin asked. She was quieter now. Like she was scared. "Subtract love, add anger. Doesn't she seem a bit too angry to you?"

"Well, somebody's never been to Scotland," Amy replied, pushing herself up.

"Oswin," I said. "How are you... okay? Why hasn't the nanocloud converted you?"

"I mentioned the genius thing, yeah?" she explained. "Shielded in here."

"Clever of you," I muttered, trying to ignore the nervousness in my stomach. Hope. If I needed one thing right now, it was hope. "Now, the Daleks said that this place was fully automated. But it's a wreck."

"I've had nearly a year to mess with them and not a lot else to do."

"A junior entertainment manager hiding out in a wrecked ship, hacking the security systems of one of the most advanced warrior race the universe has ever seen," the Doctor spoke up as he was scurrying around the room. "But you know what gets me about you, Oswin? The soufflés."

"The soufflés," Amy asked.

"Where do you get milk for the soufflés?"

He turned to the rest of us.

"Seriously, is no one else wondering about that?"

I didn't want to admit that I had found it easier to ignore it. I merely looked down. Rory shut it down more bluntly than I had.

"So, Doctor," Oswin piped up. "I've been looking you up. And you, (Y/n). You're all over the database. Why do the Daleks call you the Predator? Why are you lot such a threat?"

"Not a predator, just a man with a plan," the Doctor replied.

"You've got a plan?"

"In no particular order," the Doctor explained, "we need to neutralize all the Daleks in the asylum, rescue Oswin from the wreckage, escape from the planet, and save Amy and Rory's marriage."

"Alright, I'm counting three lost causes, anyone else," Amy asked.

"Oswin, there's a Dalek ship in orbit," the Doctor said.

"Yeah, got it on the sensors," she replied.

"The asylum has a forcefield. The Daleks are waiting for me to shut it off. As soon as I do, they'll burn this whole world and us with it. So, my question for you is this, how fast can you drop the forcefield?"

"Pretty fast."

"Good. This is a teleport, am I correct?"

"Yeah. Internal use only."

"I can boost the power once the force field is down. And we can use it to beam us right off this planet," the Doctor explained, messing with the teleport.

"But you said that when the forcefield is down, the Daleks will blow us up," Rory pointed out.

"That's why we have to be quick," I spoke up.

"Fine, we'll be quick, but where do we beam to," Amy asked.

"The only place within range. The Dalek ship," the Doctor answered.

"They'd exterminate us on the spot," Amy said.

"We'd survive four seconds longer," Rory agreed.

"What's wrong with four seconds," the Doctor smirked. "You can do loads in four seconds."

"Oswin, how fast can you drop the forcefield?" I called.

"I can do it from here," she explained. "As soon as you come and get me."

"Why don't you drop the forcefield and come to us," I asked.

"There's enough power in that teleport for one go," she replied. "Why would you wait for me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"No idea, never met you," she said. "I'm sending you a map so you can come and get me."

"(Y/n)," the Doctor grabbed my arm as I went to run over. I yanked my arm away.

"I'm going to do this," I told him bluntly. "Stay here. Keep them safe. If we don't make it in time, then I want you to go. Got it?"

He stared at me for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Make it back."

"I plan to," I smirked a bit before looking at the map. As I took off, I turned back to him. "I love you!"

"Love you too!" I heard him say behind me.

I stepped out into the hall.

I could hear banging and the sounds of Daleks screaming various threats and promises. They only got louder as I rounded the corner. I took a deep breath as I continued moving.

It was terrifying.

The closed walls, the sound of Daleks yelling. It was all so familiar. I could vividly see myself back in that little box that I had known for far too long. The practice scenarios where I would be faced with almost exactly this situation.

I tried to block out those memories. I had other things to focus on at the moment.

In a more relative sense, it had been going well. I hadn't been met with any loss Daleks and I was close to where I needed to be.

"Oswin," I said quietly. "I think I'm close."

"You are," she replied. "Less than twenty feet away. Which is the good news."

"And the bad?"

"You're about to pass through intensive care."

"Oh, great," I muttered, taking another deep breath.

The door slid open.

It was quiet. Daleks were lined up in cages, all dormant. The lights were off.

"Why are they here," I asked.

"Don't know. Survivors of particular wars. Spiridon, Kembel, Aridius, Vulcan, Exxilon. Ringing any bells."

I felt like the air was being forced out of my lungs. I was being strangled without anyone else around. My legs felt shaky as if my knees were prepared to give out at any given moment. And my head. My head hurt and was swirling with a thousand thoughts and memories.

And all I could was keep walking.

"Yeah," I answered, pausing to look at one of them. "These are the Daleks of the Time War."

I wanted to vomit.

"I was supposed to stop it. I couldn't."

I heard one of the Daleks coming to life behind me. "Savior."

"I'm sorry, what did it call you?"

"Nothing," I replied. "A name that I gave up a long, long time ago."

More Daleks started to wake up. I walked away, hoping to get out of the room as fast as possible.

"Oswin, there's a door but it won't open," I said. "They can't be far away now."

"Hold on. There's a release code, but I just need to find it. Is there anything happening out there?"

"No. But I don't like the silence any more than the yelling."

I heard chains rattling behind me. My breathing spiked again.

"Oswin!"

"Just a second!"

I heard the snapping of chains and my name being yelled again. I pressed my back to the door, putting as much distance between me and the approaching Daleks as I could. None of them seemed to have guns, so I should have been safe.

I closed my eyes, curling in on myself.

And then, it stopped.

All of it just froze.

"Oh, that is cool," I heard Oswin say as the Daleks turned around and moved away from me. "Tell me, I'm cool."

"What did you do," I asked.

"Hang on, I think I found the door thingy-"

"No, I need to know what you just did," I cut her off.

"The Daleks have a hive mind. Well, not really, it's more of a telepathic web."

"And?"

"I hacked into it," she explained. "Did a master delete on all the information connected with the Savior or (Y/n). Including information about the Doctor and your friends."

I let out a breathy laugh at the idea, tears filling my eyes. "You made them forget me."

"Good, huh," she asked. "And here comes the door."

"The Doctor has tried hacking into the path web before. He could never find a way to do it. I never even tried because of how much security they've got on it."

"Come and meet the woman who can."

The door slid open behind me. I scrambled inside but froze just in the doorway.

"Hey, you're right outside," the voices were mixing together. One Oswin's and the other was... Dalek. "Come on in."

"Oswin," I said. I took a step forward. "We have a problem."

"No, we don't," she replied. "Don't even say that. I joined the Alaska to see the universe and crashed on my first trip. You're here. You can take me to see it all. Properly."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Does it look real to you? That little place you're in right now?"

"It is real."

"It's a dream," I said. "Your mind constructed a safe place for you. Reality got too terrible. Too scary."

Her voice disappeared. All that was left was the Dalek's. "Where am I?"

"They did a complete transformation on you," I explained. "You are... a Dalek."

"No, no, I'm not a Dalek. I'm human."

I stepped forward, gently touching the shell of the creature. "You were when you crashed. But they found you... you climbed out of that pod we found."

"I'm human."

"Not anymore. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

There was no answer.

"You're a genius. They need genius."

There was still no response.

"I am so sorry," I started walking backward, closer to the door. "The Doctor asked earlier, but you never had to answer. Where did you get the milk? And the eggs? For the soufflés?"

"Eggs..." the Dalek voice shot fear into my stomach.

"I'm sorry."

"Ex... term... i... nate."

"Oswin," I muttered, stepping further back.

"Exterminate!"

"Oswin, wait!"

I scrambled back toward the door as the chains snapped off.

"You don't have to do this! They turned you but look at what you've done so far! You are still good! You are still you! Oswin, please!"

The Dalek stopped just in front of me.

"Oswin?"

"Why do they hate you," she asked. "You and that man. Why do they hate you so much?"

"I fought them. With him. More times than I can count."

"We have grown stronger out of fear."

"I know. That's... That's part of why we tried to step away. Stop giving them a reason to be stronger."

"Run."

"What," I asked. "What did you say?"

"Run," she repeated. "I've taken down the forcefield. The Daleks have begun their attack. Run.

I blinked at her a few times. I couldn't think of what to say.

"Oswin-"

"I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks and I am human. Remember me."

I grinned at her. "Yeah. I will. Thank you."

"Run," she urged me. I nodded and turned around as I heard something start crumbling around me. "Go save that clever boy of yours... and remember."

I have never thought about how difficult it is to run while you're crying. It hinders every system you had. Eyesight and breathing and your sense of direction gets shot by the emotion.

It was a miracle that I made it to the teleport in time. I jumped into the Doctor, hugging his as tight as I could.

"You alright?"

"We don't have time," I shrugged it off as I stepped back. There was another rumble. "We have to go."

He nodded. He hit a button on his control panel.

The Daleks were panicking when we got there. We ended up inside the TARDIS, but we could still hear them worrying about being under attack.

"You guys should have seen this coming," the Doctor yelled. "The thing about me and teleports is that I have really good aim. Pinpoint accurate, in fact. Or, to put it another way..."

"Please don't," I begged, going to grab his arm.

"Suckers!"

He stepped out of the TARDIS before I could stop him. I followed him out. If I couldn't stop him, then I could be next to him when he got himself killed.

The Dalek yelled at us, "Identify yourself! Identify!"

"What," the Doctor asked. "You know me."

"She did it," I whispered.

"Who did what," the Doctor turned to me.

"We should go," I said.

The Dalek yelled again, "Identify yourself!"

"The Doctor... The Oncoming Storm-"

"Titles are not meaningful in this context. Doctor who?"

I let out a sharp, relieved breath at the question. And then at how the question spread like wildfire.

"Come on," I grabbed the Doctor's hand.

He didn't question me any further, just following me back inside as the Daleks continued yelling.

Our next stop after that was Rory and Amy's home. They stepped out, waving to us as we went.

As the TARDIS took off again, it felt like the adrenaline finally wore off, I felt the tears coming back to my eyes.

I covered my mouth, leaning forward a bit and laying my other hand on the railing. The sobs started long before I ever had a chance to stop them.

"(Y/n)?- Hey," the Doctor walked over. He reached out and touched my arm.

It was as if that made me snap back to my senses. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face in his shoulder.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, hugging me back. He ran his hand up and down my back a bit. "What happened?"

"I was too late," I muttered. I leaned back, wiping my eyes as I did. The Doctor's hands touched my sides. "I... I found her, but they... they had done a complete transformation."

"The milk and eggs," he mumbled.

"She... She wasn't even aware of it," I continued. "That's why she thought she had all of this stuff. She really thought that she was still human. That she was just waiting so I could save her."

The Doctor leaned over to kiss my forehead before pressing his against mine. "There was nothing you could have done."

I didn't respond for a moment.

"(Y/n)..."

"She did something," I said. "She got into their telepathic web and... she deleted all of the information about you and me."

"Really?"

"She saved our lives. And all I gave her was false hope."

The Doctor pulled me into another hug. "I'd like to think you saved hers as well. In some way."

I closed my eyes.

"A new way of thinking can save someone more than we'll ever know."

I would love to think that he was right.

And maybe he was, but it would be a very long time before I accepted that possibility.

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If All Else Perished: XI (Final)

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

summary: In part six, Daemon and his brother come to an agreement, as your father confronts you about your relationship with the Prince. Hurt/Comfort

word count: 3.9k

warnings: deals with the aftermath of sexual assault. parental abuse.

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an: hello!! i am sorry that this last update took so very long, life really knows how to keep a person busy. i may write an epilogue for this series at some point, but other than that, it is finally completed!! i hope you’ll share your thoughts and thank you so much for reading!! <333

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Even as you approached the forbidding throne and the King that sat upon it, your father was what frightened you most. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, your body shaking and your heart racing unforgivingly in your chest. Thoughts swirled around in your head as your mind tried desperately to process all you had experienced in the prior hour.

At last, the procession of gold cloaks halted before the King. One of them began to speak and you shrank into yourself as his voice bounced off the stone walls. “Your Grace, we come before you following an incident between the Prince, Daemon Targaryen, the Lady (y/n) Hightower, and the Lord Jason Lannister.”

The man paused, cleared his throat, and shot an anxious look in Daemon’s direction before continuing. “When the guards arrived, it was apparent that the Prince had cut off the Lord’s fingers.”

The gold cloak tasked with carrying the two fingers held them up, collaborating the story. Viserys took his time in responding, allowing himself a chance to take in the scene.

He noticed the way you trembled beside Daemon, the King’s eyes falling to your entwined hands just in time to see your’s tighten around his. Your gaze was cast on the floor, terror struck at the though of meeting your father’s eye. Daemon glanced over at you, studying you with a grimace. Then, his eyes met his brother’s and they shared a drawn out look before the King turned his attention to Jason Lannister.

By now, the Lion had, at the very least, recovered enough to stand up straight. His focus was on the cloth he was holding to his wounded hand, hoping to slow the bleeding.

“Speak the truth of this matter, brother, and speak it plain,” the King commanded.

Daemon stepped forward, his hand being pulled from yours with the motion. The loss of comfort only served to heighten your anxiety. You’d have felt more at ease if the floor opened up and swallowed you whole.

“Your Grace, I happened upon Lord Lannister attempting to force himself on Lady Hightower. I only sought to defend her honor from he who would threaten it.”

Viserys considered his brother’s words before he turned to you. “And what say you, Lady Hightower?”

Though you felt compelled to cower away, you still stepped forward to answer. Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears, “I am very thankful for the Prince’s intervention, your Grace. I fear what could have happened, had he not been passing by.”

Your comment seemed to arouse the Lannister’s anger and he cried out in response. “The Prince has disfigured me!” His face was a fierce shade of red and spit flew from his mouth, “I demand more than some woman’s account before I be condemned!”

His thunderous voice sent you flying to Daemon’s side, a move that did not go unnoticed by the King. Somewhere deep within himself, he felt a tug as he imagined that his own daughter might one day face this same evil.

“I will not have you speak out of turn in mine own hall.” The King’s voice was even, yet threatening.

“Your Grace, I am of the house Lannister-”

“And I am well acquainted with the laws and justice upheld by the Seven Kingdoms,” the King spoke venomously. “Find a cell befitting House Lannister while it’s Lord awaits trial.”

Daemon couldn’t help the smirk that graced his features, as they dragged the man away despite his slew of protests. His satisfaction was short lived, however, as your father interjected.

“Your Grace, I beg that you grant leave for myself and my daughter, so that we may settle our end of this matter privately,” the Hand requested firmly.

His voice was so intense, you couldn’t help but spare a glance at him. Finding that he was already looking at you, your own meekness was evident.

"It would seem that the girl is but a victim here," the King tried, sensing Otto's anger.

"Even so, we have family matters that beg discussion."

Reluctantly, the King agreed, unwilling to question his steadfast Hand in a room full of people. The only sounds that followed were Otto's hurried steps and a few hushed murmurs.

You followed behind your father without another word on his part, glancing back at Daemon with wide, worried eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched downward as his gaze flickered over to Otto. When you disappeared from sight, a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach told him he had to get to you as soon as possible.

He turned to his brother, "might we speak alone, your Grace?"

Viserys nodded, "leave us at once."

The brothers remained silent until the last of the receding footsteps were cut off by the closing of the doors.

"Was that the full extent of the truth?" Viserys asked curiously.

"Aye. I may have gotten ahead of myself, but it was not without... just cause." Daemon's hands turned to fists at his side as he recalled the way Jason Lannister pawed at your body while you tried to push him away. "I should like to see him meet with the King’s Justice."

If not for the gravity of the situation, the King might have chuckled at his brother. Instead, he leaned back in the Throne and rested his head on his hand. "How amusing."

"How glad I am, hearing that the King finds such villainy within his own castle walls amus-"

"You truly care for this girl." The King's dumbfounded observation halted his brother's ever ceaseless irreverence.

The two stared at each other and Viserys raised his eyebrows teasingly, his lip threatening to curl upward. A man wholly unfamiliar with bashfulness, Daemon still averted his eyes.

When he finally spoke again, his voice would have been unreadable if not for the way it cracked as he uttered the last syllable. "If you know it to be true, then do not take her from me."

The King sighed deeply, his brother’s show of emotion stirring up his sympathy. "Love is no easy thing, Daemon."

"But you are wrong, brother." He took a step forward, a display of earnestness. "With her, it is."

That made the King think of his own wife, her comfortable company, and her endless devotion. A fond expression found its way onto his face. He remembered that when she first learned you and Daemon were involved, she suggested that Daemon may have finally found someone he might like to take to wife. He should have listened, as she knew long before he that Daemon’s intentions were sincere.

He contemplated long and hard about the decision he was about to make. Viserys always hoped his brother might find some sort of salvation, that he'd grow into a man deserving of the throne. He considered that you might be the only person capable of bringing that to fruition.

"If I were to set aside your marriage, you would wed this girl and be happy for it?"

Daemon swallowed before answering, "there is nothing I would not give up if it meant I could be with her."

Viserys struggled to remember the last time Daemon had been so unguarded with him. It was probably in their youth, when they'd travel to the island not far from their home, just the two of them. It felt odd now, having grown used to his callous, snarky demeanor.

"I will order it done."

Daemon's own pessimism forced him into a state of belief. He had no idea how Viserys was going to respond to the evening’s events, but he could not have dreamed this possibility.

He took one step toward his brother, then another, until he stood just feet from the Throne. Viserys rose from his seat there and was promptly pulled into a hug.

"Thank you, brother," Daemon offered under his breath. He let go just after, the embrace over as quickly as it began. Viserys still smiled warmly and placed a hand on Daemon's shoulder.

"Now then, go save her from the wrath of her father. But please, do leave my Hand intact."

Daemon simply nodded before turning swiftly toward the way you had went. The King felt for you after seeing the way you trembled and relied on his brother for support. Though it indicated your involvement with the man your father considered to be his worst enemy, he still hoped it would prompt Otto to go easy on you.

Regrettably, your father proved that would not be the case just moments after your earlier exit. He walked quickly toward the Tower of the Hand, your own legs struggling to keep up as you fell behind. Once he was certain he was free from any spying eyes, he stopped, but only long to grab you roughly by the wrist. "Dragging this out will not save you, daughter."

The pressure from his fingers caused you to hiss in pain and stumble over your feet as he resumed his pace. You saw his eyes only for a fleeting moment, but it was still clear they were filled with a dangerous fury. It made your blood run cold.

Eventually, you reached the bottom of the stairs leading up into the Tower. You were already breathless, but he didn't hesitate as he began his ascent, pulling you along with him. You knew that his grip had surely left a mark by now.

When you made it to the top, your free hand was resting on your heaving chest. The only moment he gave you to catch your breath was the one he spent slamming the door shut. He turned to look at you, disdain clearly etched into every feature of his face.

“You let that lecher ruin you like some common whore?” he accused.

“W-What?” you stammered, “Father, no! How could you-”

“Silence!” the veins in his neck bulged prominently as he cut you off. The resentment in his voice made your eyes well up. “How humiliating, to watch you brought before the court, latching onto him after he attacked a suitor on your behalf. What will people say?”

You wrapped your arms around yourself as your heart hammered in your chest. “I’m sorry, Father. I’m sorry-”

“Do you think your apologies are of value to me? You are a poison to this family,” he spat at you.

His assertion ignited a fire inside your chest and your next words were angry. They bubbled up and spilled from your lips without a second thought. “You claimed that roll for yourself when you accepted being Hand! You destroyed us!”

His voice grew impossibly louder, “I did what duty and honor compelled me to do!”

“No,” you began. “You did what ambition urged of you when you brought us to this wretched place.”

“And Daemon Targaryen is your reprieve from the wretchedness?” he laughed at you, an attempt to make you feel small. “Do you truly believe he holds a shred of genuine affection in his heart for you?”

Your expression was answer enough to him. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

Meanwhile, Daemon’s legs ached as he sprinted through the halls. You’d been through so much already and the thought of your father adding to your pain made him sick. He ignored the way his lungs burned as he began climbing the stairs of the Hand’s Tower.

“You... You are wrong,” you denied.

“My foolish daughter,” he sniggered, full of contempt. “The man has whored his way through the entirety of Flea Bottom, he would not take you to wife. Do you believe yourself special enough to turn him from his penchant for greed and havoc?”

“You are not worthy of passing such judgement,” you growled at your father. “Already, he has treated me with more warmth and care than I ever saw you extend toward my mother.”

In the following seconds, two sounds resonated within the room. First, the door swung open, smashing into the wall with such force it was a wonder the hinges were still intact. Then, your father’s open palm met with your cheek and the sharp sound it gave rise to rang mercilessly in your ears.

The pain that blossomed across your skin and the dissonant yelling that followed both garnered your attention equally. Your hand came to graze your reddened cheek, but your fingertips only served to worsen the stinging sensation.

Your own discomfort was subsequently forgotten for the time being, as Daemon pushed your father against the wall, the fabric of his shirt balled up in the younger man’s fists. A thin line of blood was running from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.

“Just two fingers... I fear I may have let your pet off too easy, you know,” Daemon seethed.

“What in Seven Hells are you talking about?”

You stepped forward, your eyes boring into your father’s. Daemon stayed quiet. The choice of whether to provide clarity was unreservedly yours.

“Naive girl,” you recounted Jason Lannister’s words to you aloud. “Your father so eagerly offered you to me, your own desires are of little concern.”

More than anything, you wanted to see the father of your childhood just one more time. The one you admired. The one who doted on you. You had thought that version of your father died along with your mother, but in truth, it was gone long before that. Now, at his core, he was a different person entirely.

“Your hunger for power is the only poison this family has ever choked on. You watched as your wife and daughters withered beneath your thumb, and now you curse everyone but yourself in the aftermath.”

Despite everything, you used what little strength you had left to hold your own, your next words spoken fiercely. “Perhaps you deserve a punishment harsher than the Lion’s.”

Your father tried to push against the Prince, but found himself too weak. “Enough of this! Get your hands off of me!”

Daemon pulled him away from the wall only to slam him back into it with a thud.

“The King would have no choice but to exile you,” Otto sputtered at Daemon, having deemed him the one more inclined toward reason.

Daemon’s forearm came to rest snugly against his windpipe, “I would gladly lose it all if it meant you would never hurt her again.”

Your father looked between Daemon’s eyes incredulously. The white haired man turned to you, his own opinion of how the next few moments should go not of import.

“What is your desire, my Lady?”

The tone of his voice nearly brought about a crippling breakdown, but you clenched your teeth and forced yourself to hold it together just a little while longer.

“Please just.. take me any place other than here,” you responded, weariness now clear in your tone. Your eyes pointedly avoided Otto.

Daemon moved toward you, leaving your father to drop to the floor. He coughed in an attempt to replenish the air that had been knocked from his lungs.

Daemon wasted no time in guiding you out of the room, but glanced back over his shoulder just before he stepped through the door. For the most part, he kept his word of leaving his brother’s Hand uninjured, but that was a one time deal.

“If you ever touch her again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

With that, you descended the tower steps beside one another and his fingers threaded through yours in an attempt to comfort you. You had no idea where he was leading you as he slipped through an entrance to the tunnels, but you trusted him regardless.

He felt lost while deliberating upon what he could say to make it better, running through possibilities in his head. Each one made him cringe more than the next, so he stayed quiet. You tried your best to focus on your own breathing and the warmth of his touch.

Before long, you exited the tunnels and came upon a large door. Though you'd never been inside his chambers, you knew it was where he'd brought you. He held the door open and beckoned you inside, then shut it behind you gently.

You let out a shaky breath, and just as he was finally about to speak up, you collapsed to the floor and began to weep. Your cries made his heart feel as if it was being split in two. It still beat, somehow, but each one made the ache in his chest grow more violent.

He fell to his knees beside you, pulling your body against his and wrapping his arms around your shaking figure. As time passed, your sobs continued and you began gasping for air with each breath you tried to draw in. He knew you needed something to ground you, or at the very least, something to stop your hyperventilating.

He briefly pondered whether his next idea was ill considered, but in the end, committed to it anyway.

"Hey, look at me," he tried, grabbing your face between his hands and holding it steady. Even then, your breathing was ragged and you wouldn’t met his eye. "I love you."

Finally, you looked up at him, so he repeated his words. His voice was soft and sincere. "I love you."

A quiet whimper left your lips and your shoulders rose as you took a deep breath at last. You didn't respond verbally and he didn't need you to. Situating yourself against his chest, your arms encircled his waist.

"You're safe now," he murmured into your hair. "I swear it."

You both stayed like that for a while, him listening intently to each breath you took.

"I'm sorry," you croaked out without really thinking about it.

He shook his head at you even though you couldn't see it. "You don't ever have to say that to me, especially today." His voice tightened with guilt, "I should have protected you."

"You did, Daemon,” you reasoned quietly.

You felt the kiss he pressed to the top of your head in response and it drew a sigh from your lips. You felt like your body had been beaten bloody, and you couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt mentally. It was late into the night and the whole evening had felt like it spanned days rather than hours.

"Can we sleep?" you asked, peering at him with drooping eyes.

Daemon had been in dangerous situations before and he knew they took their toll, even if you survived them. Though, for all his experiences, he could not even begin to understand the things that must have been going through your head. He nodded, scooping you up in his arms before you had time to move.

He placed you on the bed as though he was scared you would shatter if he wasn’t careful enough. You sat up and began untying the back of your gown, Daemon quickly turning away out of courtesy. You slipped it off your shoulders and down the rest of your body, but your under dress still kept you mostly covered.

"You don’t have to look away," you assured him beneath your breath, moving so that you were under the blankets.

He turned back toward you and lingered at the edge of the bed, a nervous expression on his face. There had never been a moment in his life that elicited such caution from the man. A smile graced your lips and you patted the spot next to you.

Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his boots. He discarded the shirt before sliding into bed, leaving a decent amount of space between your bodies. You were laying on your side, your hands folded on the pillow next to your head.

He mirrored your position, but his hand reached out for one of yours before he brought your knuckles to his lips.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?"

"Mean what?" he questioned, his hand now holding yours.

"That you would... That you would lose everything for me."

For a moment, he said nothing, taking the time to find the right words.

"Even if all else perished, I would still find myself content in your company," he began, closely watching the way you reacted to his statement. His eyes did not leave your own and his voice grew impossibly softer. "Being fortunate enough to love you... Well, that is the privilege I hold most dear."

You'd have thought you had no tears left to cry, but they still swam in your eyes nonetheless. You could only nod at him, your voice failing you as you replayed his words in your mind.

You fought it off, but your eyes began fluttering and your body begged you for sleep. Daemon's desire to protect you had him longing to pull you close against him, but he was unsure if you'd want that, too.

"Can I..." he started, before his apprehension stopped him. Your eyes opened once more, just barely, as you waited for him to finish. "Can I hold you?"

You hummed in response, sleepily dragging your body closer to his. As you snuggled against him, your legs tangled with his and you were enveloped by two strong arms. It didn't take long before your breathing evened out.

Relieved that you had dozed off, he soon realized his own fatigue had been lost on him until then. He wanted to savor this, the momentary feeling of solace, but he soon followed you to sleep.

Hours later, after the sun had already risen, both of you seemed to rouse from your dreams at the same time. The glow of the sun made the room feel warm, and even if memories of the prior evening were prominent in your mind, you still managed a small, shy smile. His body had remained pressed against yours, both of you having clung to the other throughout the night.

"Good morning, little one." His voice was raspy from sleep and it made you blush.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

"I worry I could sleep for days and still not be rid of this tiredness," you told him truthfully.

Looking you over, he found that your wrist was bruised, while a faint blue hue was painted high on your cheek. He gathered your wrist in his hand with care and pressed a kiss to the darkened flesh.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” he offered.

You shook your head. “No... Not yet.”

"Well then,” he began, thumb running over your skin. “If it is rest you need, you can sleep here for as long as you'd like."

"If you say that, I might just stay forever," you teased with the breath of a laugh.

He propped himself up on his elbow, and when his eyes found yours, you could plainly see the adoration and affection that lied there. Leaning down, his gaze flickered to your mouth, silently asking your permission. When you gave it, his lips captured yours sweetly, lingering there for a few moments before he pulled away.

"Love, there isn’t a thing in the world I’d like more.”

Your hair was splayed out on his pillow, lips parted and cheeks tinted pink. He still couldn't believe a woman like you would make space in her heart for a man like him. He would never be deserving of it, but by the gods, he’d still make every effort to that end.

"I love you," you just barely whispered, pulling him from his wandering mind and back to the bed you shared.

For one blissful moment, there wasn’t a thought in Daemon’s head. There was only you.

"Marry me."

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Cheeks Pink in the Twinkling Lights // Matt Smith

Synopsis: Fem Journalist x Matt Smith, part two {part one}

Tropes & Topics: Smut (oral {f receiving}, dirty talk, praise kink, protected sex) 18+ only MDNI!!

Word Count: 1.9K

You wake the next morning, light filtering in through the curtains you’d hastily closed the night before. The heat beside you confuses you for a moment, as does the broad hand resting on your bare hips. As your mind fully emerges from its sleepy state, the last 24 hours flash behind your eyes. You pause, trying to guess from his breathing if Matt’s still asleep. You carefully roll over, eyes landing on his peaceful, sleeping face. You smile, lightly tracing his cheekbones with a finger as you replay the previous night’s events.

Once on the dance floor, the entire bar fell away from you. All you knew were his hands on your hips, his lips brushing your cheek and neck, his deep rumbling laughter against your back when you cracked a joke. You couldn’t say how much time passed before Matt’s lips ghosted against your ear, “Can I take you home?”

“I’m happy to take you home but we’re not going to the hotel where all your castmates are staying” you replied and he chuckled, nodding, intertwining your fingers together. You quickly waved to the group still at the table, Olivia fist pumping after you once Matt had turned his back, making you giggle.

“What’s that? Your cheeks are all pink” he laughed, brushing a kiss against your warmed skin. You looked up at him, drunk on the beautiful sight of his smiling face in the twinkling bar lights, scarcely believing where your day had led you.

“Don’t worry about it, stud” you teased and he snorted his laughter, shaking his head while pulling out his phone.

“Let me order a car” he offered and before you knew it, you were closing your apartment door, back pressed against it as Matt feverishly kissed you. You were relieved that Sage was staying at her partner’s apartment with Trudy so you two had the place to yourselves. His hands were tangled in your hair, a thumb lazily brushing beneath your ear, eliciting a soft moan that his mouth greedily swallowed.

You allowed yourself to get lost in the feel and taste of him for a moment before kicking off your heels and guiding him backwards towards your room. By the time he tossed you on the bed, you’re both barefoot and topless, your breath rapidly raising your chest as he teasingly crawled his way up the mattress to you.

Once he reached you, his kisses turned tender as he trailed them down your neck and then your shoulders as he slid your bra straps off before unclasping it. “Beautiful” he breathed before kneading one breast, taking the other nipple into his mouth with a gentle scrap of his teeth, drawing a gasp from your throat.

A moment later, he continued his journey down, slipping your skintight jeans off your frame with some effort. “You’re really making me work for this” he joked and you chuckled, wiggling your hips to help his efforts.

“Can’t make it too easy, you’d get the wrong impression.”

“What, that you regularly charm men you meet in your line of work?”

A laugh erupted from you as he repeated your earlier sassy words back to you. “Exactly, I have a reputation to protect after all,” you breathed out as he finally freed your legs, wasting no time removing your underwear.

“Hopefully, you’ll allow me to wreck it just the littlest bit” he posed, placing kisses to your hips and thighs, painfully teasing you as he made his way to your throbbing core.

“Please” you gasped out as his fingers barely brushed against your most sensitive spot.

“Please what, darling?”

“Please touch me.”

“I am touching you” he smirked, fingers tauntingly brushing the apex of your thighs as his breath ghosted against your core.

“Matthew” you begged and he chuckled, finally dipping his head between your thighs, his tongue tracing your slit distressingly slowly, making you writhe beneath him. His one hand pressed your belly, forcing your hips to still, as the other began circling your clit.

As he worked you, your thoughts narrowed to the places where his tongue and fingers expertly met your skin. You felt your climax tightening within you astonishingly quickly and you forced out, “Matt, I’m so close.”

His only response was to delve two fingers into you, drawing a loud moan from you that froze in your throat as his lips sealed around your bud. Within seconds, your orgasm ripped through you, your legs clenching around his head as your hips bucked to meet him. He gently worked you through it before placing kisses to your thighs, silently requesting you release him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry” you breathily chuckled, his blown out pupils rising to your own.

“Jesus, for what? You’re so sexy” he replied, crawling up your form and kissing you, making you moan as the taste of him and your own pleasure mixed in your mouth. You felt him hard against your hip and you made quick work of his trousers and underwear, gripping his cock in your free hand.

“No” he ground out and your hands froze. You began to question what you did wrong when he continued, “I need to be inside you.”

You sat up so quickly to find a condom that you bumped your head on his chin, “Fuck, ow, sorry” you laughed, embarrassment flooding your system.

“Are you okay?” he questioned worriedly, his hands gently testing the top of your head where you’d connected.

“Yeah, just mortified” you admitted, handing him the wrapper you’d plucked from your nightstand drawer.

“You could have knocked me out and I wouldn’t have cared,” he said and you smiled, thinking he was kidding, but his eyes were serious. “I want you so desperately, Y/N.”

You two maintained eye contact as he made quick work of the condom, nudging your hips open again to line himself up with your entrance. His forehead dropped to yours, his eyes focused on where he far too slowly joined you two together. By the time he was finally buried fully inside you, you were writhing against him, desperate for friction.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckled and you glared at him.

“You’re a fucking tease” you accused and he shrugged, ever so slowly thrusting into you again despite your obvious frustration.

“Tell me what you want then.”

“I want you to fuck me so hard the neighbors complain tomorrow morning.”

“One condition.”

“Anything.”

“You need to tell me how it feels. Can you do that?” he questioned, eyes assessing your own as you nodded frantically. He smirked, nearly removing himself fully before driving back into you sharply, just as you desperately needed.

“Fuck, yes Matt, just like that” you moaned out, head thrown back on your pillow as you surrendered to the pleasure his deep, hard thrusts were drawing from your body.

“God, you take me so good like this” he praised and you smirked, loving his vocality. For a moment, the only sounds in your apartment were skin slapping skin, your bed periodically hitting the wall, and the chorus of gasps and groans falling from both your lips.

“Matt, I need more, please” you panted and he understood instantly, dropping a thumb to circle your clit perfectly in time with the brutal pace he’d set. You felt your climax building deep within you and you whimpered at how quickly you were approaching the edge again.

“That’s a good girl” he breathed out, his other hand pressing onto your lower stomach, somehow increasing your pleasure even further, drawing a frantic gasp from your throat. “That’s it, show me how good I’m making you feel.”

Your hands shot to his neck, drawing him down to you again, desperate to feel him even closer despite how impossibly linked you two already were.

“Fuck, I’m so close” you whined, eyes pressed closed, mouth open and gasping for air.

“I know, love, I can feel it. Give it to me” he commanded and his firm words pulled your climax from you, your eyes flying open in shock at the intensity of it. His forehead dropped to yours as he rode you through your orgasm before his motions became even more frenetic.

You smirked, eager to give him a taste of his own medicine, “Come on then, tell me how good I feel wrapped around your cock.”

A frustrated groan was all he could manage and you chuckled darkly, a thumb tracing his cheekbone as you drew his eyes to yours. “If you can’t find the words to tell me how good my cunt feels, look at me when you cum so I can see it.”

Your words snapped something in him as a deep groan spilled from his throat, his eyes never leaving yours as his hips twitched against you. You could barely see any green in his eyes, his pleasure-blown pupils nearly taking over his irises. His motions stilled and he dropped his head to your chest, struggling to catch his breath. Your bodies were coated in sweat and you felt like puddy in his hands as he let his full weight drop onto you. You stayed like that a few moments, your hands caressing his hair as both your breathing slowed and synched together.

The comforting weight of him paired with how relaxed your body felt post-orgasms made your eyes quickly become heavy and your hands stilled on the back of his head as you fought sleep. He raised his head and slowly pulled out, drawing a whine from your mouth at the loss of contact. You struggled to track his movement as he found his way to the ensuite bathroom, opening cabinets until he seemingly found whatever he was looking for. You sleepily began to pull your bedding down, pausing when you heard him gently tutting as he returned to the room.

“Let me clean you up first, darling” he quietly commanded and you let the quilt go as you laid back down. He pressed a warm cloth to your sensitive skin, making you sharply exhale. “I know, I’m sorry, it’s all done now. Let me help you.”

He guided the bedding beneath your form, gently lifting up your hips or legs to get you tucked in. You nuzzled into the sheets, comforted by how seamlessly Matt’s scent blended with the fabric softener you used. A few moments later, you felt the bed dip as he returned, tugging you into his form, his hand settling on your hip.

“Sleep well, darling.”

“You too, Matty” you mumbled before sleep finally took over.

Matt shifts, drawing you from the memory causing new heat to pool between your legs. You’d had more intense sex before but last night was, by far, the best first sexual encounter you’d ever shared with someone. The notion that it could only get better, assuming there’d be a next time, stoked the fire in your veins further. The thought of rousing him for a second round to confirm your hunch is both terrifying and thrilling.

You take a deep breath, reaching for your phone and seeing you had a few work emails waiting for you. You sigh, choosing instead to slowly extricate yourself from his embrace. Once free, you pull on some comfy clothes but find you’re having a hard time moving your eyes away from Matt’s peaceful, relaxed face. He looks so beautiful in the early morning light and you can’t resist snapping a photo before heading out to your makeshift desk in the living room.

part three

Thank y'all so much for your support on this story and my other Matt writing since I released the first past a couple weeks ago! I already have the next part mostly drafted so that should be out soon. I always appreciate any feedback 🫶🏻

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