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Wet Dreams

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: Dean dreams of you... And pie.

Word Count: 1,370

Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, food play.

Dean found himself sitting on a couch in the middle of a room in which the colors of the walls didn’t matter because in front of him he had you.

You were naked, your visible skin stood out and he could already feel its softness on his fingertips. He looked you up and down slowly, with interest. But he noticed that in front of each of your breasts and your pussy was a portion of cherry pie. He also didn’t care that it didn’t make sense because, again, it was about you, naked.

“Hey, beautiful.” His eyes never left your body and your exposed skin, clearly enjoying the view.

You smiled, one of those smiles that lights up the room, that cheers up the saddest person or makes flowers bloom in the desert, just how Dean would describe it. It was at that moment that he noticed that you had both hands behind your back, hiding something as you walked towards him.

“I did something to you.” You pulled out a peach pie, placing it in front of Dean, a portion already cut.

“Oh, wow.” He said with emotion. “Did you do this for me?

He reached out to grab the slice, but before he could even touch it, you slapped his hand and grabbed the slice before bringing it to his lips.

“Come on, have a bite.” You murmured seductively.

He took a bite, licking the tips of your fingers in the process. He chewed under your careful observation and you ran your hands up and down his arms. The pie seemed to have disappeared as if by magic.

“Now, I have other pies you can eat.” You smiled sideways as you brought a finger under his chin.

Dean raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down.

“I’m going to devour them, honey.”

He kept his hands on the armrests, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dying to touch you. You sat astride him, running your hands over his chest, which was bare. But now that he saw better, he was all naked. His cock was getting harder by the second, rising between them, and the chair he was sitting on became a bed.

You bit your bottom lip mischievously and gave him a push, causing him to lie down on the bed, the springs making noise under the sudden movement.

“Do you want me, Dean?”

“Of course I want you, darling.” He murmured without even thinking, moving his hands to your hips.

You brought your face closer to his, Dean looking down briefly at your lips. You weren’t wearing lipstick, but they were red as cherries. He could imagine himself nibbling on them endlessly to see how red they could get.

“I want you too.” You whispered before closing the space between the two of you and kissing him.

He took the opportunity to feel you with his hands, running them along your lower back and down your legs again, your skin being as soft and perfect as he knew it would be.

The kiss was passionate, almost desperate as you ran your hands down his arms. Dean moved his mouth away and then placed it on your neck, lightly nibbling and licking your skin as if you were a human pie.

“God, you’re so good, Dean.” You moaned, placing one hand on his chest while you moved the other to his member, vaguely stroking it. "So good."

He moaned lowly, moving his hands down to your ass and giving it a squeeze.

“Yes, come on, honey, be a good girl and put it in.”

You stood up slightly, lining him up towards your center. Dean noticed how the pie that rested in front of your pussy had a hole for his cock and watched in wonder as it passed perfectly, entering you slowly to feel each sensation intensely.

“Oh, fuck-” He searched your gaze, moving a hand to the back of your neck. “Yeah, go on, doll, you can do it.”

You sat up fully, letting out a low moan and resting your forehead on his. You quickly settled into a steady, desperate pace, as if you had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“That’s it, baby.” He groaned, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy it better.

He moved his hands to your lower back, caressing it with his thumbs as he moved his head away from yours, trailing his lips down your neck to one of your breasts, licking his lips at the pie in front of him and beginning to eat it.

“Oh, God, Dean.” You moaned, closing your eyes and stroking his hair as you continued to lean forward, practically bouncing on him.

But he continued eating, revealing your breast with each bite taken. His mouth was stained with remains of the pie just like your skin, the cherry around his mouth as he sank into you. Dean just couldn’t take it, he needed everything from you.

The moans of both filled the room plus the sounds that came from the union of their bodies. The touch of the cake around its base and the comforting warmth from your insides were enough to bring him closer to the limit much sooner than desired.

“Dean, Dean, Dean…” you repeated over and over again.

“Baby…” Starting to move his hips upwards and hugging you tighter as he let out a grunt.

“Dean… Dean… Hey, Dean!”

Dean raised his head suddenly, making you jump and moving your hand away from his shoulder that you were moving.

“Are you OK?” You asked, watching him carefully.

He looked around, realizing that he was in the library, sitting. He looked at himself and, unfortunately, he had clothes on. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

“I…” he returned his gaze to you and did not let the disappointment show on his face when he noticed that you were dressed. “Yes, I… I just closed my eyes for a moment.”

One side of his face still had the mark of his arm from sleeping on it and he could obviously feel that he was rock hard under his jeans. He shifted slightly in discomfort.

You had taken off your headphones to wake him up and Dean could hear the low sound of the music. Cherry Pie. A song that he himself had recommended to you some time ago, and he felt a tingle in his lower abdomen at the memory of the dream.

“Sure you’re okay?” You wanted to make sure. “You look a little… Taken aback.”

“I-I’m great.” He tried to smile and gave you a thumbs up.

“Okay…” You nodded your head slowly and sighed. “Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I did something for you.”

“Oh, yeah? For me?”

“Of course. I made you a pie.” You smiled.

Dean choked on his own saliva at that point and started coughing.

“Well, I think that’s a bit of an exaggerated reaction, don’t you think?” You tried to laugh, but something about his attitude was strange to you.

He cleared his throat and took a few moments to breathe before returning his attention to you.

“A pie.”

“Yep, a pie.”

“Like… A pie, pie?”

“As the only kind of pie that my knowledge reaches.” You raised an eyebrow. You didn’t know what was happening to him, maybe he had had a nightmare.

He nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

“Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll go in a moment.”

You stared at him carefully for a few seconds before nodding your head.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” You turned to leave.

“By the way, not that it matters, but… What flavor of pie is it?”

You turned around to look at him.

“Cherry.”

“Oh…”

“Come on, hurry up before it gets cold.” You left the room.

“Yes, would never miss it.” He muttered to himself.

He ran his hands over his face and shook his head.

“Son of a bitch…”

If Dean concentrated hard enough, he could still feel the taste of your pie in his mouth and the feel of your fingers on his lips.

He stood up and stretched, rattling some bones.

“Well… Time to eat.” He rubbed his hands and headed to the kitchen, where you were waiting for him with a smile and the cherry pie in front of you.

“Come on, have a bite.” You said with emotion, but Dean couldn’t stop remembering the dream and that he would do everything possible to replicate it.

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[unriding]

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[novaursa]

Flames in the West (a marriage and a lannister)

- Summary: During the royal hunt in honor of Aegon's second nameday, you insult a lion and gain his attention.

- Paring: trag!reader/Jason Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: a sad lion

- Next part: a proud lion

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The courtyard of the Red Keep was a whirlwind of banners, fine carriages, and knights in gleaming armor. At the center of it all stood Lord Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, who was charged with the unenviable task of greeting each arrival. His sharp eyes scanned the line of approaching carriages with the efficiency of a man accustomed to tedious obligations.

But even Otto wasn’t prepared for the arrival of House Lannister.

The first sign of their approach was the resounding blast of horns. Not one or two, but at least a dozen golden trumpets heralded their entrance, echoing across the courtyard and turning heads in every direction.

“Oh, gods,” Otto muttered under his breath, already suspecting who was responsible for the fanfare.

Moments later, the gilded Lannister carriage rolled into view, its wheels polished to a blinding shine and pulled by a team of pristine white horses adorned with crimson plumes. The Lannister sigil—an enormous roaring lion—was emblazoned on the doors, glinting in the sunlight as though to declare its superiority over every other house present.

Jason Lannister, naturally, was the first to emerge, stepping out with the practiced ease of a man who knew he looked good. His attire was a masterpiece of crimson and gold embroidery, and his golden hair practically sparkled under the midday sun. He turned to offer his hand to you, his wife, who accepted it with a regal grace that belied your amusement at the spectacle.

You descended from the carriage in a gown that shimmered like molten silver, embroidered with subtle accents of red and gold to signify both your Targaryen and Lannister heritage. Your silver hair was artfully arranged, and the faintest smirk tugged at your lips as you caught the subtle twitch of Otto Hightower’s jaw.

Behind you, a retinue of Lannister knights dismounted in perfect unison, their crimson cloaks billowing dramatically in the breeze. Servants scurried to unload chests of gifts while the horns sounded again, as though the first round hadn’t made enough of an impression.

“Lord Jason,” Otto said as he stepped forward, his tone polite but clipped. “Princess Y/N. Welcome to King’s Landing.”

Jason grinned, bowing slightly but with enough flair to make it clear he thought himself an equal to the Hand. “Lord Otto! A pleasure to be here. I trust our arrival wasn’t too… overwhelming?”

Otto’s eyes flicked to the trumpeters, still lingering nearby as though waiting for another cue. “It was certainly… memorable.”

Jason beamed. “Good. That was the intent.”

Otto turned his attention to you, inclining his head. “Princess. It’s an honor to welcome you back to the Red Keep.”

“Thank you, Lord Otto,” you replied, your voice calm and measured. “It’s good to see the capital again.”

“And to bring a lion with you,” Otto added, glancing pointedly at Jason.

“Ah, but not just any lion,” Jason interjected, stepping closer with his characteristic charm. “A lion with a dragon by his side. Surely a sight to behold, wouldn’t you agree?”

Otto’s smile tightened, though his tone remained diplomatic. “It is… certainly unique.”

Behind you, Martyn Lannister leaned toward one of the knights, muttering, “Unique? That’s the kindest way to describe this circus.”

Jason, oblivious to the quieter commentary, turned to the growing crowd of onlookers. “A fine gathering of lords and ladies! I must say, the Red Keep has outdone itself. Though,” he added, glancing around theatrically, “it could use a touch of something more.”

You elbowed him lightly, your smirk widening. “Behave, Jason.”

He grinned, leaning closer to murmur, “Never.”

As Otto led you and Jason toward the entrance of the Red Keep, Jason couldn’t resist continuing his commentary.

“I must say, Lord Otto,” Jason began, gesturing around the courtyard, “the arrangements are splendid. Though I do hope the feast matches the grandeur of our arrival.”

Otto shot him a sidelong glance. “I’m sure it will meet your expectations, Lord Jason.”

“I’m sure it will, too,” Jason replied breezily. “After all, nothing but the best for my dear sister-in-law.”

You shook your head, though you couldn’t entirely hide your amusement. “Jason, must you antagonize everyone we meet?”

“It’s not antagonizing,” Jason said with a grin. “It’s making an impression.”

“And what impression do you think you’ve made on Lord Otto?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

Jason tilted his head, pretending to think. “That House Lannister knows how to arrive in style.”

Martyn, who had caught up to you by now, chuckled. “And here I thought the lions were the loudest thing about this family.”

As the Lannister retinue finally moved inside the Red Keep, whispers and laughter rippled through the crowd left behind.

“Did you see the carriage?” one lady murmured to her companion. “It looked like it belonged in a legend.”

“And the trumpets,” another said, giggling. “I half-expected a bard to jump out and sing his praises.”

Otto, still in the courtyard and watching the Lannisters disappear into the castle, let out a long sigh. “Why do the gods test me so?”

One of the stewards beside him coughed. “Perhaps because you always rise to the occasion, my lord.”

Otto shot him a withering look. “Or because they enjoy seeing me suffer.”

Back inside, Jason walked beside you with a swagger that bordered on absurd, whispering, “We’ll be the talk of the wedding. Just you wait.”

You shook your head, though your smirk hadn’t entirely faded. “We already are, Jason. For better or worse.”

“Better,” Jason declared confidently, his self-assured grin firmly in place. “Always better.”

The Lannisters had been shown to their chambers in the Red Keep, a sprawling series of interconnected rooms overlooking the Blackwater Bay. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, glinting off the crimson-and-gold banners the servants had hastily hung to make the family feel more at home. Jason, ever the gracious lord, immediately began inspecting the accommodations as though he were the one hosting.

“These chambers will do,” Jason declared, running a hand over the polished oak table. “Though I must say, a few more lion sigils wouldn’t hurt.”

Behind him, Tyland Lannister entered the room, his measured steps and sharp gaze a stark contrast to Jason’s dramatic flair. He carried an air of cool amusement, as though he had been expecting this exact scene to unfold.

“Jason,” Tyland said, his voice dry, “must you always critique the Red Keep as though you own it?”

Jason turned, grinning. “I’m not critiquing. I’m offering suggestions. It’s called improving the ambiance.”

“Improving,” Tyland echoed, setting down a satchel with a pointed glance at the lavish furnishings. “The royal palace. Of course.”

Meanwhile, you were busy adjusting your cloak, preparing to leave the chamber. Jason caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and immediately turned his attention to you.

“Where are you going?” he asked, stepping closer.

“To greet my sister,” you replied, smoothing the fabric over your shoulder. “I’d like to see her before the festivities begin.”

Jason frowned slightly. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No,” you said firmly, though there was a faint smile on your lips. “You’ll only cause a scene. Stay here and make sure Tyland doesn’t redecorate in your absence.”

Jason sighed dramatically, but Tyland chuckled. “Don’t worry, my lady,” he said, inclining his head. “I’ll keep him in check.”

You gave Tyland an approving nod before glancing back at Jason. “Try not to antagonize everyone you meet.”

Jason placed a hand over his heart, feigning innocence. “When have I ever done that?”

“Every day since I’ve known you,” you said without missing a beat, earning a laugh from Tyland as you swept out of the room.

As the door closed behind you, Jason turned to Tyland, gesturing grandly at the room. “So, what do you think? A bit drab, but we can work with it.”

Tyland ignored the question, settling into one of the plush chairs by the hearth. “Never mind the drapes, Jason. How did the trip go? I’d imagine a pregnant wife doesn’t make for the easiest traveling companion.”

Jason’s expression shifted immediately, softening into something resembling concern. “She handled it well,” he said, though his tone betrayed a hint of lingering worry. “I made sure she was comfortable the entire way.”

Tyland raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Comfortable? You, the man who insisted on a carriage gilded in gold and a parade of trumpets to announce your arrival?”

“That was for us,” Jason said defensively, crossing his arms. “For her, I made sure we stopped frequently, kept the best blankets, and even sent riders ahead to arrange the finest accommodations.”

Tyland smirked. “And let me guess—she found all of that unnecessary.”

Jason sighed, sinking into the chair opposite his brother. “She’s impossible to please sometimes. She even complained about the carriage.”

“What about the carriage?” Tyland asked, genuinely curious.

“She said it was too shiny,” Jason said, throwing up his hands. “Too shiny! Who complains about that?”

Tyland chuckled, shaking his head. “Your wife is a Targaryen, Jason. She rides a dragon. Do you think she cares about shiny carriages?”

Jason huffed, leaning back. “I was just trying to make her comfortable.”

“And yet, she still made it here without strangling you,” Tyland quipped. “That’s an accomplishment.”

Jason shot him a look, though there was no real malice in it. “She appreciates my efforts. Deep down.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Tyland said, his tone light with amusement. “And I’m sure she also appreciates how you hovered over her like a worried septa.”

“I did not hover,” Jason protested, though his tone lacked conviction.

“You absolutely hovered,” Tyland said with a grin. “I can already see it—you fretting over every bump in the road, asking her if she’s comfortable every five minutes.”

Jason opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. “Alright, maybe I hovered a little,” he admitted, running a hand through his golden hair. “But can you blame me? She’s carrying my child, Tyland. I just want her to be safe.”

Tyland’s grin softened into something closer to a smile. “It’s good to see you taking this seriously, Jason. Even if you’re doing it in the most Lannister way possible.”

Jason laughed, shaking his head. “Well, she deserves the best. And I’ll make sure she gets it—even if she insists on teasing me the entire time.”

Tyland raised his goblet in a mock toast. “To the lion and his dragon. May you survive each other.”

Jason clinked his goblet against his brother’s, his grin returning. “Survive? Tyland, we thrive.”

Servants darted between chambers, arms laden with silks, flowers, and enough candles to light up the Seven Kingdoms. But your focus was singular as you made your way to your sister’s chambers, one hand on your swollen belly as the weight of your pregnancy reminded you with every step.

When you reached the familiar door to Rhaenyra’s rooms, the guards opened it without question, and you stepped inside to find your sister standing near the window. The light streamed in, catching the silver in her hair, which cascaded over her gown.

At the sound of your footsteps, Rhaenyra turned, her face breaking into a radiant smile. “Y/N!” she exclaimed, crossing the room in a few quick strides to pull you into an embrace.

You returned the hug as best as you could, given your condition, before stepping back with a faint sigh of relief. “It’s good to see you, Rhaenyra.”

“And you,” she replied, her gaze immediately dropping to your belly. Her expression shifted from joy to mock alarm as she tilted her head. “Gods, Y/N, you look like you’re about to explode!”

Your eyes narrowed, though there was a faint twitch of a smile on your lips. “Charming as ever, I see.”

“I’m serious,” Rhaenyra said, circling you with the keen eye of someone inspecting a warhorse. “How are you even standing upright? That poor carriage must have creaked all the way from Casterly Rock.”

You sighed, lowering yourself into a chair by the fire. “The carriage was fine, thank you. Jason, on the other hand, was insufferable.”

Rhaenyra smirked, taking the chair opposite you. “Oh, I can imagine. Let me guess—he stopped every hour to make sure you were comfortable?”

“Every half-hour,” you corrected, rolling your eyes. “And that’s not counting the times he insisted on rearranging the cushions or interrogating the servants about the road conditions.”

Rhaenyra burst into laughter, shaking her head. “I can see it now—Jason hovering over you like a fretful old septa. Poor man probably aged a decade on the journey.”

“Poor man?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “I’m the one who had to listen to him. Every bump in the road, every creak of the wheels, he’d ask, ‘Are you alright, my love? Is the baby alright?’ By the time we arrived, I was ready to throw him out of the carriage.”

Rhaenyra’s laughter grew louder, and she leaned back in her chair, clutching her stomach. “You’ve married a lion, Y/N, but he sounds more like a worried lapdog.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head. “He means well. But by the gods, if he brings me one more blanket I didn’t ask for, I might actually breathe fire.”

Rhaenyra leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “And how are you managing being surrounded by his family? I can only imagine what it’s like with a castle full of Lannisters.”

“Imagine a room full of golden-haired jesters who think everything Jason does is a stroke of genius,” you replied dryly. “Even when it’s not.”

“That sounds… exhausting,” Rhaenyra said, smirking. “But at least you’re here now. And we’ve both got weddings to deal with.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Yes, but only one of us has to fit into a gown for the occasion.”

Rhaenyra’s laughter echoed through the room again, and she reached across to squeeze your hand. “You’ve always had the sharpest tongue. I’ve missed this.”

“So have I,” you admitted softly, squeezing her hand in return. “But let’s not make a habit of reminding me how large I’ve grown, shall we?”

Rhaenyra grinned. “No promises. After all, what are sisters for?”

The Great Hall of the Red Keep was a spectacle of light and sound, the flickering glow of thousands of candles reflecting off silver plates and goblets. The tables were piled high with roasted meats, exotic fruits, and delicacies from across the realm, while minstrels filled the air with lively tunes. Laughter and chatter echoed as lords and ladies from every corner of Westeros celebrated the union of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon.

Jason Lannister, of course, had found his way to the heart of the festivities. He stood by your side, his scarlet doublet catching the light as he scanned the royal table with a grin that could rival the brightest sun. You, meanwhile, stood with a slightly weary expression, one hand resting on your swollen belly as Jason prepared for his grand approach.

“Come, Y/N,” Jason said, gesturing toward the head table where King Viserys sat beside Rhaenyra. “Let’s go congratulate your sister. And, of course, remind everyone that I’m part of the royal family now.”

You rolled your eyes, though there was a faint smirk on your lips. “Do you always have to make everything about you?”

Jason grinned, offering you his arm. “Not everything. Just most things.”

With a resigned sigh, you took his arm, and the two of you made your way toward the royal table. Heads turned as you passed, whispers trailing in your wake about the golden couple of Casterly Rock—though whether those whispers were admiring or exasperated was anyone’s guess.

“Ah, my daughters!” King Viserys exclaimed as he spotted the two of you approaching. His face lit up with genuine joy, and he rose from his seat, arms outstretched. “Come here, both of you!”

You smiled warmly, stepping forward to embrace your father. Jason, not one to miss an opportunity, followed closely behind, his grin widening as Viserys clapped him on the shoulder.

“Your Grace,” Jason said, bowing slightly. “A magnificent celebration, as expected.”

“Jason,” Viserys said, laughing. “You’ve been part of this family for a year now. There’s no need for formality.”

Jason straightened, his smile turning even brighter. “Of course, Your Grace—Father.”

You shot Jason a look, suppressing a laugh as Viserys chuckled, clearly amused. “Father, is it? Well, I suppose I should get used to that.”

Rhaenyra, seated beside the king, leaned over with a smirk. “Jason, you do realize that sitting at the royal table doesn’t automatically make you royalty?”

Jason placed a hand over his heart, feigning mock offense. “Princess, I’m wounded. I’m simply here to celebrate this joyous occasion and bask in the presence of such esteemed company.”

“Bask?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “More like bask in your own self-importance.”

Viserys laughed heartily, gesturing for the two of you to sit. “Come, sit with us. It’s been far too long since I’ve had both of my daughters at my side.”

Jason all but beamed as he pulled out a chair for you before taking the seat beside you. He sat straighter than usual, clearly savoring the view from the royal table. Servants immediately approached, filling goblets and offering platters of food.

“This is quite the view,” Jason remarked, glancing down at the hall where the lords and ladies of Westeros feasted below. “I could get used to this.”

“You’re not supposed to get used to it,” you said dryly, spearing a piece of roasted pheasant with your fork. “We’re guests, not new monarchs.”

Jason leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “But don’t I look the part? Golden-haired, impeccably dressed, sitting beside my beautiful wife—who happens to be a princess.”

“You look like a man who’s about to spill wine on his doublet,” you retorted, smirking.

Before Jason could reply, Viserys turned to the two of you, his expression soft. “Y/N, it warms my heart to see you here. And Jason, I must commend you for taking such good care of my daughter.”

Jason straightened even more, puffing out his chest slightly. “It’s my greatest honor, Your Grace.”

Rhaenyra, overhearing, leaned closer with a sly grin. “And yet, Y/N seems to do most of the work keeping you in line.”

“Marrying a dragon does require a certain level of resilience,” Jason replied with a wink, earning laughter from both Rhaenyra and Viserys.

As the feast continued, Viserys raised his goblet, the hall falling silent as he prepared to speak. “Tonight, we celebrate not only the union of Rhaenyra and Laenor but the strength of our family and the alliances that bind us.”

Jason raised his own goblet enthusiastically, cutting in before Viserys could continue. “And may I add—a toast to the dragons and lions, for there is no force greater in all of Westeros.”

The hall erupted into laughter and applause, though you shook your head, muttering under your breath. “He’s impossible.”

Rhaenyra leaned over, smirking. “You married him. That makes him your problem.”

Viserys laughed, clapping Jason on the back. “Well said, Jason. Well said.”

Jason grinned, clearly in his element. “Anything for family, Your Grace.”

As the night wore on, the royal table became the heart of the celebration, with Jason at the center of every jest and toast. And while you occasionally rolled your eyes at his antics, you couldn’t deny that his enthusiasm was infectious. For all his dramatics, Jason Lannister was exactly where he wanted to be—by your side, among the family he had claimed as his own.

The feast continued in full swing, with the sounds of music, laughter, and clinking goblets filling the Great Hall. Jason, his confidence bolstered by the royal table’s attention, had somehow engaged Lord Jasper Wylde—known for his dour personality and penchant for legal minutiae—in a heated and thoroughly absurd debate.

“I’m just saying,” Jason declared, waving his goblet for emphasis, “a lion would undoubtedly defeat a stag in combat. It’s not even a contest.”

Lord Jasper frowned, his bushy eyebrows drawing together. “A stag is agile and strong. Its antlers are formidable weapons.”

“Formidable?” Jason scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Against what? A blade of grass? A lion would have the stag pinned before it even knew what hit it.”

Viserys chuckled into his goblet, thoroughly entertained, while Rhaenyra leaned toward you, murmuring, “This is what he chooses to debate?”

You smirked, though your amusement was tempered by the growing discomfort in your lower back. “He could argue with a rock if it insulted his pride.”

“Well,” Rhaenyra whispered, “at least he’s amusing.”

Jason continued, gesturing grandly. “And let’s not forget, lions hunt in prides. Imagine an entire pride of lions against one lonely stag. The poor creature wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Nature has its balance, Lord Jason,” Lord Jasper replied, his tone bordering on exasperation. “The stag may not always win, but it has its strengths.”

Jason grinned. “Strengths? The only strength a stag has is being delicious on a plate.”

Laughter rippled through the royal table, but your faint smile faltered as a sharp pain rippled through your abdomen. You inhaled deeply, gripping the edge of the table.

Rhaenyra’s sharp eyes caught the movement. “Y/N? Are you alright?”

You forced a smile, though it was strained. “I’m fine. Just… a bit uncomfortable.”

Jason, oblivious, leaned closer to Lord Jasper, his grin widening. “Let’s settle this once and for all. Your Grace, what do you think? Lion or stag?”

Viserys chuckled but raised his goblet in mock surrender. “I dare not get involved. Both are noble symbols of their respective houses.”

Jason huffed, turning back to Lord Jasper. “See? Even the king agrees it’s—”

“Jason,” you interrupted, your voice unusually sharp. “I think we have a more pressing matter.”

Jason turned to you, his brow furrowing. “What is it, my love? Another ridiculous argument you’d like me to settle?”

You shot him a withering look as another wave of pain hit. “Unless you’d like to debate the speed at which our child plans to arrive, I suggest you stop talking and start helping.”

Jason blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to dawning realization. “Wait… now? You mean… now?”

“Yes, now!” you snapped, gripping his arm as the contractions intensified. “Unless you think I’m doing this for fun.”

The realization hit Jason like a thunderbolt. He shot to his feet, knocking over his goblet in the process. “She’s in labor! Someone do something!”

The hall fell silent for a moment before erupting into chaos. Servants scrambled, lords and ladies exchanged startled glances, and Rhaenyra stood quickly, her expression a mix of concern and amusement.

“Jason, calm down,” Rhaenyra said, trying to steady him. “She needs to be taken to her chambers.”

“Yes, of course,” Jason said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “To the chambers! Quickly! Why is no one moving fast enough?”

Martyn, who had been sitting a few tables away, appeared at Jason’s side, grinning like a cat who’d just caught a mouse. “You’re going to faint, aren’t you?”

“I am not,” Jason snapped, though his pale complexion suggested otherwise. “This is my child we’re talking about. My heir. My—”

“Jason!” you snapped, your tone cutting through the chaos. “Less talking, more moving.”

Jason immediately snapped into action, barking orders at everyone within earshot. “You! Get fresh linens. You there, fetch a maester. And you—why are you just standing there? Move!”

Rhaenyra helped you to your feet, her arm steadying you as Jason darted ahead, clearing a path through the crowd like a lion defending his pride. Viserys, watching the scene unfold with a bemused expression, raised his goblet again.

“To my future grandchild,” he said, chuckling. “May they inherit their mother’s patience.”

As you were escorted toward your chambers, Jason alternated between fretting over you and yelling at anyone who didn’t move fast enough.

“Careful with those stairs!” he barked at the guards. “Do you want her to trip and—”

“Jason,” you said through gritted teeth, “if you don’t stop shouting, I will have this child right here just to spite you.”

Martyn, following close behind, burst into laughter. “I think she’s serious, cousin.”

Jason ignored him, turning to the maester who had finally arrived. “What do we do? Is everything ready? Does she need—”

“She needs calm,” the maester said firmly, glancing at you with a reassuring nod. “Let’s get her settled first.”

You shot Jason a look as you reached your chambers. “See? Calm.”

Jason nodded rapidly, though his fidgeting hands betrayed his nerves. “Right. Calm. I can do calm.”

Rhaenyra smirked, patting his shoulder as she guided you inside. “You’d better, Jason. The real work hasn’t even begun.”

And with that, the doors closed, leaving the Great Hall buzzing with laughter and speculation about the dramatic arrival of House Lannister’s newest lion—or dragon.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep was still in a chaotic state following Jason’s dramatic outburst. Servants scrambled to clean up spilled goblets and toppled chairs, while guests exchanged amused whispers. In one corner, an elderly Lannister aunt appeared to be having her own kind of meltdown.

“This is why she shouldn’t travel in her condition!” the aunt wailed, clutching at her pearls as she swayed dramatically. “What if something happens? Oh, the baby, the poor baby!”

Tyland Lannister, ever the pragmatist, stepped in to steady her. “Aunt Cecily, I assure you, everything is under control.”

“Under control?” Cecily repeated, wide-eyed. “Did you not hear her screams? This castle is cursed!”

Tyland pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath before speaking in a soothing tone. “She wasn’t screaming, Aunt Cecily. She was simply… forcefully communicating with Jason.”

Cecily clutched his arm tighter. “That poor girl. Married to him and now this. It’s too much, Tyland. Too much!”

“I assure you,” Tyland said dryly, “she’s handling it far better than Jason is.”

At the far end of the hall, Queen Alicent sat beside her father, Lord Otto Hightower. Her expression was calm, though her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her goblet as she glanced toward the scene of the commotion.

“Do you think they’ll survive each other?” Alicent asked, her voice quiet but laced with amusement.

Otto didn’t look up from his wine, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Which ones?”

Alicent tilted her head toward the door where Jason had disappeared moments ago. “Jason and his wife.”

Otto let out a faint snort, though he quickly masked it with a sip of wine. “The question isn’t whether they’ll survive each other. It’s whether the Red Keep will survive them.”

Alicent smirked, leaning closer. “You seem to be in a rare mood tonight, Father.”

Otto glanced at her, his lips twitching in the faintest hint of a smile. “It’s hard not to be when watching a Lannister unravel in front of the entire court.”

At a nearby table, Laenor Velaryon sat beside his sister Laena, the two of them thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. Laenor leaned back in his chair, his goblet of wine untouched as he watched the chaos unfold with sparkling eyes.

“Now this,” Laenor said, grinning, “is how you make a wedding memorable.”

Laena smirked, resting her chin on her hand. “I don’t think Jason intended for his wife to go into labor during the feast.”

“No,” Laenor admitted, laughing, “but it’s still the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all night. Did you see his face? He looked like someone set his hair on fire.”

Laena chuckled, swirling her wine. “It’s a wonder he didn’t faint. Though I suppose he’s too vain to collapse in public.”

Laenor clinked his goblet against hers. “To Jason and his dramatics. May their child inherit all of it.”

“And to the poor Maester Mellos,” Laena added with a grin. “May he survive the night.”

At the royal table, King Viserys was in rare form, laughing heartily as he recounted the scene to a nearby lord. His cheeks were flushed from the wine, and his eyes sparkled with genuine joy.

“Did you see him?” Viserys said, shaking his head. “Jumping up like a startled rabbit! ‘She’s in labor!’ he shouted, as if the entire hall couldn’t already tell.”

The lord chuckled, nodding. “It was certainly… memorable, Your Grace.”

“Memorable?” Viserys repeated, raising his goblet. “It was hilarious! My son-in-law has a flair for theatrics, I’ll give him that.”

Rhaenyra, (who returned to the feast and was seated beside her father and Laenor once again) smirked as she sipped her wine. “Jason does have a way of commanding attention.”

Viserys turned to her, grinning. “And what about your sister? Calm as a dragon in flight. She barely flinched.”

“That’s Y/N for you,” Rhaenyra replied, her tone fond. “Always the steady one.”

“Well, she’ll need to be,” Viserys said, chuckling again. “Married to him.”

As the hall gradually settled, the minstrels resumed their lively tunes, and servants brought out fresh trays of food and wine. The lords and ladies returned to their conversations, though the topic of Jason and Y/N’s dramatic exit remained the highlight of the evening.

Tyland finally managed to guide Aunt Cecily back to her seat, where she continued to mutter about curses and carriages. Alicent exchanged amused glances with Rhaenyra, while Laenor and Laena continued to laugh over their shared goblet.

Viserys, still in high spirits, raised his goblet once more. “To family!” he declared, his voice carrying across the hall. “May they bring us joy, laughter, and a little chaos!”

The hall erupted into cheers, and though the feast continued, it was clear that the night’s true entertainment had already taken place.

[hy4c1nthh]

HEY ITS RINN ILIVED/SRS!!

okok after the attempt my parents actually did m=find my tumblr so im using a friends acc (hence why im on anon lololz) uhmm please spread the word!! i love every1 on here and uhhmmmm yesyes im glad to be alive tag maybe everyone i tagged on the og post? using you as a messenger i truly do love you all <3

oh my god I'm. so close to crying right now. I'm so glad to see you're alright omg. Ilysm bro. Stay safe, okay? ♡♡

@piko-chan @rinsheaven @oshidorifuufu

[ppushable]

Fanfic writer interview

tysm for the tag eb! sorry i took so long getting to it. i swear it was screaming at me from the drafts the whole time

How many work do you have on AO3?

4! (but one of them doesn’t really count because it’s a test)

What's your total AO3 word count?

84,177

What are your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?

two ibuprofen - 92 notes

low tide - 44 notes

just us - 26 notes

ofcwbo - i’m not sure but she’s definitely at the bottom

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes i do! i love that people take the time and effort to do this and i want to show my gratitude always. they didnt have to comment but they did. fics are so personal as well imo, seeing what other people have to say about it is. i’m not sure how to describe it but it makes me want to yell into a pillow.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

ofcwbo will have the edgiest ending, but since i haven’t actually finished any of my (posted) fics other than just us, it has to take the title by default. (it does have a very angsty ending though. and an angsty beginning and middle)

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

using the above logic, just us by default….? (it would be anything in the rose tinted hours collection (that being two ibu or low tide (for now (👁️)) because that’s my happiness and i shall keep angst away from it with a 10 km pole)

Do you write crossovers?

nope

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

nope! if that happens i’ll wither and die

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

oh dear god. my origin story

back in my reddit phase (i was like 13? leave me alone) i made art for a fandom which mustn’t be named and met another person there. we became friends (stranger danger, i know, i’m smarter now) and somehow we started writing fic. it went pretty well, they would make most of the plot and the chapter outline and i would go in and edit it to make it make sense. we had a good run, all things considered. we then moved on to another fandom (read: they dragged me into another fandom) and we wrote for that one as well, except this time i got the opportunity to write my own chapters with my own ocs. that’s when i started realizing how nice and cool this was.

if youre seeing this, J, hi.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

jean and i. alternatively, me and jean (YEAH FOR SELFSHIP DELULU I LOVE BEING INSANE)

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

i don’t have such weaknesses. i WILL finish all my wips.

(ofcwbo. it’s going to drag on forever. deep inside a part of me wants to be realistic and say that it’s a little unrealistic for me to actually get down everything i wanted in a way that satisfies me. maybe i dont even WANT to finish it, because the fic has been such a comfort in the back of my mind for so long that the idea of it suddenly. terminating. is terrifying. maybe i’m overthinking it. i just dont want that world in my head to die, whether that be by fading away quietly or suddenly coming to an end.)

What are your writing strengths?

toughie. i think my descriptions are solid, as well as getting into the mc’s head (but that can just be attributed to the first person pov thing aha).

What are your writing weaknesses?

planning whatever i’m trying to write - i dont control it, it infects my brain and hands and forges its own way. i’m also not a huge fan of proofreading (this mostly applies to the earlier chapters of ofcwbo (i get embarrassed)). i also have a tendency to repeat a certain phrase or metaphor in a fic without realizing it. sequences of actions are hard to write too.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i try not to do it too much because it can be confusing and having to translate/provide a translation can break the flow. but i do like adding in little phrases sometimes based on my hcs for what languages the characters speak

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

i’m not sure i have one. i’m deep in the bowels of jean/reader purgatory and i don’t see a way out

What's your favorite fic you've written?

just us. <3

@firefly--bright no pressure (yes pressure)

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @thelettersfromnoone for the tag!! 💖

How many work do u have on AO3?

3, not your local AO3 girlie lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

8 534

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I'll go with Tumblr ones, cause from my 3 AO3 works the biggest number I got is 31 lmao

Anyone but you (Legolas x f!reader)

Night watch (Legolas x Reader)

Well-deserved rest (Haldir x f!Reader)

One messy night (Boromir x f!Reader)

Transition (Haldir x f!Reader)

Honorable mention (since it's not fics but headcanons)

Green Council receiving a hot pic from you (HotD)

TLK men's reaction on being pet named

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments! These little things are brightening up my day, so I wanna let the people know that they are my heroes hahaha

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I really think it's Transition. All in all it's a pretty dark story, a bit depressing I think (I had these intentions while writing at least).

Otherwise, I don't think I have angsty endings fics?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

New family members for sure!! Was thinking hard what to choose, cause I think all of my happy ending fics are on the pretty same level on a happy scale, but I remember that I have this gen, non romantic baby and I love it so much ❤️‍🩹 There's a little TLK OMC for y'all

Do you write crossovers?

I wanted to say I've never done this BUT THEN!!! My Assassin's Creed (Ezio) x LOTR little headcanon!!! My beloved child!!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, not that I remember getting any hate on my fics

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, tho not much and on rare occasions. I used to write a lot of smut when I was younger (a teen), then I stopped being comfortable with it for a wild few years (tho reading never made me uncomfortable lmao).

Now I started writing smut again, idk what kind? Don't really understand what does that mean lol F x M traditional sex? Pretty detailed? If so, then yes lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't know 😂 Maybe, maybe not. I think rather not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge, I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

We tried with my friend a long long time ago. Didn't go well lmao It's hard and kinda stressing, cause you never know what the other person is gonna write (at least we had this SURPRISE system), so... You kinda have zero plot cause everything you want to write plot-wise can be ruined by the second person's plot lmao

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Athelnar?? Athelstan and Ragnar were my first ever OTP (quickly followed by Alfred and Uhtred). You could never beat that Athelnar shit out of my body lmao I've never written for them, but oh I do love them boys!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Now, that's the HARSH one lmao

I think I have at least 3 OC stories that I really wanna write (2 for TLK and one for LOTR), but I'm scared that I will never actually do it. I never was good with multi chaptered stories, and these are indeed not a one shots 🥲

What are your writing strengths?

Ugh... I don't know? I think I was pretty good with dialogues and descriptions of the surroundings to build the atmosphere. But... I guess it's not for me to decide but for the readers?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely finish what I've started lmao I should write everything in one go or else I'll never finish it... Or will finish it in two months even if it's a 2k words one shot

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love them! I've only done it with my LOTR fics (with Sindarin) but I really love it. But I really love it when the language is different from the language of the settings? Like, if the story is happening in England and everyone is English, but you have two characters who can speak idk Dutch, let them have a Dutch language in their dialogue. I had a rant post about it not that long ago actually lmao You have to think about your in-universe language

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ahhh Bungou Stray Dogs! I love them, and I'd gladly try to write something for them. Not a character/character but reader my beloved.

And maybe Stephane Narcisse (reign) my beloved and a reader

What's your favorite fic you've written?

The blood on my hands (Eomer) and Peace (Finan) are definitely my fave ones I think. They are dark and both explore some trauma

No pressure tags: @whitedarkmoonflower @lord-aldhelm @holy3cake @gemini-mama @emilyhufflepufftlk @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @mrsalwayswrite @emmanuellececchi @bilbotargaryen @levithestripper @mrsarnasdelicious @paula-in-dreamland

[breach-of-conduct]

cookin up a silly little bitb selkie au... the thoughts plague me

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[lucabyte]

monologue

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hi!! Your Cherik is so good and gorgeous 🤩🤩 If you don't mind wanna try to draw some Fall of X Cherik please?

thank you so much !!

i have a couple of ideas relating to the fall of x period specifically since theres. A Lot i wanna play with, so i hope this lil thing may be a satisfactory start :]]

and the obligatory bonus:

[yumedoca]

So yeah, 'Ranma 0.5' or something like that..

[zephyrartz-owo]

Mental Health Tip! Don't skip meals lest you be fighting demons

[elizakai]

uhm idk what happened but apparently harem (reverse harem!????) time-???

[urpersonalpublicgalaxy]

trying something out