#Searching for the Skies of Freedom

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Is there an age limit for the Moms/Sisters?

For me it would be reasonable that after 60 Moms either die or become Grandma. But I'm not sure how this system works. 😅

No. It feels like it could be a thing, given the conditions we see the sister candidates in and the violent fates many meet that Shirai purposely brings to our attention.

(Chapter 170 | Chapter 181.2 | TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “Searching for the Skies of Freedom”)

But despite the oppressive nature of the farm system easily lending itself to the idea, there's no mention of a hard age or time limit for moms and sisters. Assuming they don't make any grievous mistakes, it seems like they're allowed to live as long as they're useful.

(Chapter 165)

Unless they're set up to take the fall for someone else.

The second light novel goes into further detail about how due to the very limited number of positions outside of headquarters, some sisters choose to retrain and pursue other roles in the system.

But even then, it doesn't seem like they're allowed to pass away peacefully in their sleep due to old age and have that be the end of it. Under this system, their ultimate fate is to become food.

On the flip side of things, Krone specifically mentions Isabella becoming a mom at nineteen is an extraordinary feat.

(Chapter 181.2 | TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “Searching for the Skies of Freedom”)

This happens when Krone is thirteen or fourteen, and while we don't know exactly when Sarah became grandma between Isabella entering headquarters at twelve and becoming a mom, I default to her assuming the role when Isabella is around eighteen or nineteen and installing Isabella at plant no.3 being one of her first major actions as grandma that would best serve herself.

(Chapter 181.3)

Though with Isabella's scores she had enough justification to frame it based entirely on merit and beneficial to the bottom line of the farms if she booted out another mom prematurely.

(Chapter 181.3 | Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 Q&A)

[fullscoreshenanigans]

After reading Kei Toda's book The Promised Neverland with a British/American Literature Scholar, specifically the third chapter focusing on gender:

I personally find it more thematically satisfying if it's the first option to further drive home the dystopian horror of the series equating a human's worth not only to arbitrary measures of intelligence via the narrow and rigid standardized tests the children at Grace Field are forced to take, but also to bioessentialism so the dissolution of the farm system can act as a rejection of both.

It feels very odd to me if the narrative makes a point to voice how boys are discard (during the present at least) and shows the casual indifference to the deaths of so many girls who try to rise to the rank of sister (described most plainly in Krone's chapter of the second light novel:)

would turn around and then be gender affirming to trans girls (and again, the feminism in the work being tied to the rejection of this system).

[fantastymaidenscrolls]

Amongst the Shadows - Azriel x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You’ve spent your entire life enslaved Under the Mountain. But when you’re freed and brought to Velaris, you capture the attention of Azriel. But the two of you are broken souls, both of you deeming yourselves too damaged to ever feel love.

A/N: I’m only on book 3, but I couldn’t resist writing about Azriel. I love him so much. I also found the fan art on Pinterest and am trying to find the original creators. Once I do, I will give them credit. If anyone knows who originally made the images, please let me know!!!

You’d been born Under the Mountain. The daughter of two human slaves, captured by Amarantha and her band of nightmarish goons, you and your family had been forced into a life of servitude. You’d never seen the outside world, had never seen the tiny village your parents had lived in before they’d been captured. Your mother used to tell you stories of their quaint little cottage with the tiny garden and rickety roof. You’d tried to so hard to picture what it would have looked like, but when all you’d ever known was darkness and death, it was near impossible to conjure up images of beauty.

You’d been 12 when you’d watched your parents die, forced to kneel and stare wide-eyed as Amarantha ripped them limb from limb simply because she was bored. You were sure the same fate awaited you, that one day you too would be torn to shreds for the amusement of others.

But you hadn’t counted on Rhysand, hadn’t hadn’t known that he’d been watching you from the shadows, protecting you since the day you were born. He hadn’t been able to save your mother and father, but he’d saved you. Whenever Amarantha needed to let loose, he would divert her anger, set her upon another unlucky soul. You weren’t sure why Rhysand took pity on you, why he deemed you worthy of saving. The day Amarantha died, you’d been running through the darkened halls, desperately searching for an exit you weren’t even sure had existed. It had been Rhysand who’d grabbed you, transporting you from the dark, dank caves of Under the Mountain, to the beautiful wide-open skies of Velaris.

You’d been granted your own apartment right in the centre of town, with an unlimited flow of money to spend on whatever your heart desired. The freedom you’d spent your whole life dreaming of had finally been given to you, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to feel happiness.

You were a human in a world of fae, so different to everyone else who walked beside you. Your mortal life was nothing but a blip to them, and when your skin wrinkled, when your irises went milky with age, none of them would remember you.

You’d spent weeks aimlessly wandering the streets of Velaris, taking in the sights, sounds and smells that came with freedom. You’d been so preoccupied that you hadn’t noticed the man who watched you, the Illyrian warrior who blended so seamlessly into the shadows.

Azriel knew the moment he set eyes on you that you were special. Everything about you was pure beauty, your essence entwining itself around his soul. He could see how scared you were; a rabbit ensnared in a hunters trap. He wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to be afraid, that you were safe and he would ensure your safety for the rest of your life. You seemed so fragile, so delicate and mild, as if a gust of wind could break you.

“You should go to her,” Rhysand had told him one night. “Stop hiding in the shadows, my friend. You could both do with some happiness.”

But Azriel couldn’t bring himself to make his presence known. Your life had been nothing but death and fear, and Azriel’s world had been marred by much of the same. You needed a ray of sunshine in your life, not the darkness that surrounded him.

So he stayed in the shadows, your silent protector as you explored your new home. Azriel knew your mortal life would not last long, and it made his heart ache. If he’d been a different man, if he’d been Cassian or Rhysand, he’d have made your fleeting life so full of light and love. But Azriel wasn’t his brothers, and he knew he couldn’t give you what you needed. Even if he could, he was fairly certain you wouldn’t accept his affection.

So the broken shadowsinger watched the equally broken human, two souls so ravaged by the cruelty of the world that they felt sure they’d never find happiness. If only they took a moment to look, they’d see that happiness was right in front of them.

[novaursa]

Here's my request if you'd be so kind:

Trueborn son of daemon targaryen is furious when he hears of his uncles plan to marry rhaenyra to laenor(mainly because he knows it'd be an unhappy marriage).

So before the wedding can commence he spirits her away to dragonstone(she goes with him willingly)and they get married

Explicit 18+

Please and thank you

No King but Her

Requests are closed

- Summary: You steal the Realm’s Delight and make her your wife of fire and blood.

- Pairing: cousin!male!reader/Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial @literaturedog

The moment you heard the news, it was as though dragonfire tore through your veins, searing every thought, every breath. Your uncle’s voice—smooth and placating—still echoed in the great hall, recounting the plans with the smugness of a man who believed he had done right by everyone. Laenor Velaryon, he had said, a worthy match, noble blood, a unification of Valyrian lines—As if that mattered. As if Rhaenyra’s heart, her joy, her freedom, meant less than the appearance of union and politics and silk-clad alliances. You had barely waited until the council had finished before storming from the hall, your fists clenched and jaw tight.

You knew Laenor—kind, yes, but he did not want her. And she did not want him. Theirs would be a marriage of mutual deception and quiet suffering. You had seen it in her eyes when she sat through the council’s talk, her fingers picking at the threads of her gown, her mouth drawn tight. And you knew her better than any man living. The way she smiled only for you, how she turned to you when the court’s weight grew too heavy. The way she once said your laughter made her feel like she could fly without her dragon.

You found her in the gardens later that evening, cloaked in twilight and melancholy. Her silver hair caught the dying light like woven starlight, and for a moment, you simply watched her, memorizing her profile—how her eyes searched the horizon beyond the water, as if trying to find something that could save her from the fate your uncle was crafting for her.

“He means to marry you off like cattle,” you said quietly, stepping forward. Your voice trembled not with fear, but fury. “To a man who will never love you. Who cannot love you the way you deserve.”

Rhaenyra turned, unsurprised to see you there. She always seemed to know when you were near. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came at first. Instead, she studied your face—your anger, your restraint, your heartbreak, all of it barely held in check.

“I know,” she whispered. “But what choice do I have?”

“You have me,” you said. The words left you before you could stop them. Bold, brash, damning. “Come with me. Leave all this behind. Let them rot in their silk and lies. Let us go to Dragonstone. Let us be free.”

She stared at you, wide-eyed, her breath catching. “You would do that? For me?”

You stepped closer, close enough to see the uncertainty flicker behind her defiance. You cupped her cheek gently, your thumb brushing beneath her eye. “I would burn the world before I let them chain you to someone you do not love.”

A long silence stretched between you. Then, slowly, beautifully, she nodded.

You fled under darkness, your dragons cloaked in the stars above and the hush of waves below. Vermithor's wings split the sky like thunder, and Syrax flew just behind. You did not look back at King's Landing, at the Red Keep that loomed like a prison. You held tight to Rhaenyra’s hand as she rode behind you in the saddle, her arms wrapped around your waist, her cheek pressed to your back. You felt her tears soak through your tunic, and you knew they were not from sorrow—but from the rush of freedom.

Dragonstone welcomed you with ash and wind, the skies churning with stormclouds as if the ancient seat itself felt the weight of your rebellion. Maester Gerardys looked at you with wary eyes as you ordered chambers prepared. Ser Steffon Darklyn, sworn to your House, said nothing, only nodding once with a ghost of a smile when she stepped onto the stone bridge with you at her side.

In the flickering candlelight of the great hall, you turned to her once more.

“We’ll marry here,” you said, voice hoarse. “Not for power, not for politics. For us.”

Her eyes searched yours, and when she smiled, it was soft and aching, like she had waited years for this moment. “And if they come for us?” she asked. “If they send knights, or dragons?”

You didn’t hesitate. “Let them come. I have no fear left in me—only fire. I will stand between you and all the world, Rhaenyra. They will not take you again.”

She reached for you, her hands sliding into yours, delicate but steady. “Then let us be bound in fire. Not the fire of war, but the fire that lives in us. In our blood.”

You kissed her then, not with hunger, but with promise—with every ounce of devotion that lived in your dragon-forged bones. She melted against you like she had always belonged there, like the gods had crafted you for her alone.

And in the shadow of the ancient mountain, beneath the eyes of old dragons carved into stone, you began to prepare the vows that would bind you both—not as pawns, but as equals. Not as prince and princess, but as two souls who had chosen one another against the world.

You would wear no crown, take no seat of power—so long as you had her. And she, it seemed, had chosen the same.

The Valyrian words still clung to the air like incense, thick and ancient, echoing from the high stone walls of Dragonstone’s shadowed chamber. You stood facing her beneath the black arch of the dragonglass altar carved with writhing dragons and fire. No septon presided, no bannermen bore witness. Only the old tongue, the blood oath, and the way her eyes met yours—dark and burning like embers that refused to die.

Your fingers still tingled from where they had pressed against hers, palms cut open with a ritual dagger and bound together with a crimson ribbon soaked in your mingled blood. dragon does not bow. Not to kings. Not to councils. Not even to the gods. You had claimed her by flame and flesh, and she had claimed you in turn, her voice firm when she said your name, her gaze unwavering as she swore herself yours.

Now, alone in the chamber that overlooked the sea—where waves pounded like war drums against the cliffs—she stood before you, lit by the firelight of the hearth. Her silver hair shimmered down her back, wild and unbound, her ceremonial robe slipping from her shoulders in silence. You watched it fall, your breath catching in your throat, not just at the sight of her body, but at the sheer power of her—the heir to the Iron Throne, standing proud and bare with nothing but defiance and desire in her eyes.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice husky, teasing.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” you said, stepping closer. “Of you like this. Of us. Not as pieces on my uncle’s board. But as we are now. Free. Together.”

Rhaenyra reached for you, her fingers working at the clasps of your tunic, dragging them open with purpose. “Then stop dreaming,” she breathed. “Take me.”

You crushed your mouth to hers. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was fire meeting fire—your teeth grazed, your lips bruised, your hands gripping her hips like she’d vanish if you let go. She tasted like blood and smoke and something sweeter, something hers. She clawed at your shoulders, pulling your tunic down your arms, exposing the heat of your skin to the chill air. Her nails scraped your back, your neck, as if trying to mark you with every pass. You were no gentler, your hands roaming down her sides, her thighs, her breasts—memorizing the shape of her like you were afraid the gods would take her from you by morning.

She pulled you toward the bed without breaking the kiss, her laughter low and breathless against your mouth. You laid her down like a conqueror laying claim to the last kingdom, but she pulled you down with her, rolling until she was above you, her hair falling around your face like silver flames.

“You think you’re in control?” she teased, grinding her hips down until you gasped.

You answered with a growl, flipping her beneath you in one fluid motion, your hand tangling in her hair, your other braced beside her head. “We are dragons,” you said through gritted teeth. “There is no control. Only fire.”

Then there were no more words—only gasps and moans, the creak of the bed, the crackle of the hearth. You worshipped her body with your mouth, your tongue trailing down her throat, her chest, between her legs where she shuddered and arched, her hands clutching at your hair. She was wild beneath you, her voice ragged as she begged and cursed and praised you in Valyrian, in Common Tongue, in unintelligible breath.

When you finally pushed into her, it was like falling into a star. Her cry tore from her lips, her legs locked around your waist, and you moved as if you were both forged for this—deep, rough, unrelenting. She met you thrust for thrust, her hands digging into your back, your shoulders, as if trying to tear you open and climb inside your soul. You bent your head to her throat, biting down gently until she gasped and writhed, dragging her nails along your ribs.

Her lips brushed your ear. “I want to feel you even when you're gone.”

“I’ll never be gone,” you growled. “You’ll never be alone again.”

You came together in a frenzy of heat and moans, her legs trembling around you, her body arching off the bed as your name tumbled from her lips like a spell. You collapsed against her, your chest heaving, her arms winding around your shoulders, dragging you against her heartbeat.

The silence after was broken only by the sea beyond the windows and your breath slowing in unison.

She whispered against your skin, lips brushing your collarbone. “They’ll never forgive us.”

You smiled into her hair, tasting salt and silk. “Then let them choke on their forgiveness.”

And in that bed, with her curled against your chest and the storm rising outside, you knew the truth of it—this was not the end of the world you knew. This was the beginning of the one you would build with her. Burned into existence by fire, and forged in the heat of your love.

[just-some-user-hunny]

Yandere Daemon Targaryen as your father

Pt.2

{Warning= people being horrible to daemons daughter for being a bastard and he's not happy, Daemon should be a warning of himself, the word wh#re thrown in, typical violence

. Daemon is a proud and arrogant man, with the fury and skill to back himself up with. He is both sharp in wit and blade- a deadly combination, and a fond thorn in his king brother's side.

. Your father would be eager to present and exercise his skills within your presence- to show off how capable he is. Tournaments, training grounds, simple conflict within the court- he solves them all with clashing blades and swift slashes.

. He would expect you to attend his tournaments- to be seated high above, and to watch on as your father slaughters and bests any man who dares challenge him. All you can do is grimace and wince whenever his blade makes contact with his opposing rival, who you come to pity. Blood soaked sand and gleaming armour, he'll hold his bloodied gauntlets and sword high up in victory and search for you in the pews. He's not expecting thrown flowers or handkerchiefs, but he does hope for your attention. Look how dad you cool is, essentially

. If anyone were to insult you, either it be a whispered murmur of spiteful tongue, or straight to your face, Daemon does not stand for it. It matters little to him if these instigators rank high in society- once a breath of insult leaves their lungs, he's quick to end their ability to breathe forevermore.

This occurred plenty, especially in the beginning. Your mere presence in court was an insult to many- a well dressed bastard with the title of a princess. A common whores offspring who should be hidden away in embarrassment- in shame. That's what any self respectable prince would do.

The king must be growing softer in the head than they let on.

Of course, Daemon finds out, and he takes tongues. Now no-one should ever speak ill of his daughter again. He loves making examples of them.

He's not letting anyone badmouth his baby

. Heads will roll, literally. He'll lop off anyone's neck who commits treason to the house Targaryen. King viserys is completely on board, mind you. He's fond of his niece.

All you can do is watch in horror and cover your eyes/ears as another person begs for their life- trying to drown out the sound of slicing flesh and bloody gargling throats.

. Daemon, from the very beginning, would demand you take to the skies with him and Caraxes. He saw it as a bonding experience for the both of you, and usually that would be the only option of freedom outside the castle walls. At least once a week, he'd take you onto Caraxes saddle and ride with you in his arms at the front of the saddle. A fastened strap secure around your waist, his arms either side you holding the reins, and your own shaking hands clutching on for dear life at the saddle. Eventually the rides would become less terrifying and more enjoyable, but you'd always yearn for your own dragon to ride upon.

. Now Daemon isn't the most comforting person, especially with words, but he will try to convey through his actions. He hates seeing you cry- mostly because it irks him that he cannot just order your tears away due to his inability for patience or skill to calm them. He would pick up this thing where he'd cup your face and tenderly wipe his thumbs beneath your eyes and over your cheekbones. An unconscious act due to always wiping away tears, regardless if your eyes are dry or not. Despite his cold and controlling treatment of you most of the time, he's very gentle with his precious daughter.

. If he sees you wearing a new gown, he'll definitely ask for a spin 😄 he'd look so proud, because his daughters always get the best. He definitely brags that his kids are superior.

[moonlight-joy]

The Dragon’s Claim

Fandom: House of Dragon

Summary: In the shadowed halls of Dragonstone, you face a dangerous and magnetic Daemon Targaryen, whose words weave a tantalizing web of freedom and captivity, forcing you to decide whether to resist the fire or let it consume you entirely.

Pairing: Reader/Daemon Targaryen

The sound of heavy boots echoed through the stone corridors of Dragonstone, reverberating like the distant roar of the waves crashing against the cliffs below. You sat quietly in the solar, the faint glow of candlelight dancing across the pages of an old Valyrian text. The words should have captured your attention—histories of dragons and conquerors—but your mind was elsewhere, lost in the shadow that lingered in this place. Or rather, in the man who cast it.

Your arrival at the ancestral home of the Targaryens had been under the guise of diplomacy, but you quickly realized Daemon Targaryen’s interest in you had little to do with politics. The Rogue Prince had a way of bending the world to his will, and now it seemed he had set his sights on you.

The door creaked open, and you froze, your fingers hovering over the delicate script. He stepped inside, his silver hair catching the flickering firelight like molten starlight. His presence was a storm contained in human form, draped in black and red, the colors of House Targaryen.

“Still reading?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. He moved closer, his boots muffled against the thick carpet, until he stood directly behind your chair. The weight of his presence was suffocating, yet intoxicating. “You are far too studious for someone meant to be by my side.”

You closed the book with deliberate care, your pulse quickening despite your calm façade. “Not everyone has the luxury of spending their days brooding or swinging a sword, my prince.”

The edge in your tone was calculated, but it only seemed to amuse him. His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “You wound me, little scholar. But I much prefer it when you call me Daemon.”

You turned your head slightly, enough to meet his violet gaze. “You’ve hardly earned such familiarity,” you replied, though your voice faltered under the intensity of his stare. There was something predatory in it, something that made your heart race for reasons you dared not name.

He straightened, circling around your chair like a dragon stalking its prey. The firelight cast shadows across his sharp features, accentuating the glint of mischief—and something darker—in his eyes. To your surprise, he knelt before you, a gesture so unexpected it stole the air from your lungs.

Daemon Targaryen did not kneel. Not for lords, not for kings, and certainly not for emissaries. Yet here he was, at your feet, his gloved hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. The leather was cool against your skin, a contrast to the warmth radiating from him.

“Haven’t I earned it?” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. “I brought you here, away from the chaos of court, to where dragons rule the skies and freedom is ours to take. That is no small gift.”

Your breath hitched, your gaze flickering to his in search of deceit. But all you found was the raw intensity that made him so infuriatingly captivating. “Freedom,” you said softly, “or captivity under your will?”

He laughed, low and rich, the sound curling around you like smoke. “Perhaps a bit of both,” he admitted, his grin widening. “But tell me, my dear… do you truly wish to leave?”

Before you could respond, he took your hand in his, his movements deliberate, as though he were handling something precious. He pressed his lips to your knuckles, lingering there as if marking you with his touch. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt through you that you couldn’t suppress.

The room seemed to shrink around you, the air thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. Your mind warred with itself, torn between reason and the pull of something primal. Daemon Targaryen was a man who devoured, who consumed. To remain at his side would be to step into the fire and risk being burned.

“Say the word,” he said, his voice like silk, “and I will let you go.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a tender gesture at odds with the fire in his gaze. “But if you stay…” He tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost reverent. “You are mine.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and threat. The choice was yours to make, but as his eyes bore into yours, you wondered if you ever truly had a choice at all.

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[thepossummoldypasta]

Steady Seas and Welcome Water pt.1

Steve opens his eyes to the cold emptiness of his husband's quarters. He allows himself to float for just a minute in the vile room's darkness as it envelopes him. The whole room reeks of apathy, a feeling he stews in, as he listens for the even breathing rising from the plush bed looming catty-corner from where he lays . Steve hasn't slept--he couldn't--the omega had instead waited on the stiff cot pressed to the wall for his husband to fall asleep, as he had for so many nights before.

Thomas was actually the one to insist on separate sleeping arrangements for the voyage--a request Steve readily accepted--the alpha had complained the crew would make far to many jokes and jabs about bed sharing to be worth it and so they laid apart every night. The separate beds work in the omega's favor now, it makes it all the easier to slip out of his wobbly cot once he is assured the alpha truly is asleep.

Steve doesn't faulter as he pads to the door and out into the night.

Most omega's would linger, would look back, any other poor soul in this position would stop and gaze at their husbands' in search of some sign or indulge some second thought of staying. Steve faces no such hesitations.

Tonight he is leaving.

His marriage to navel captain Thomas Hagan is one of arrangement, unconsummated and un-consensual (at least on his end), they haven't even exchanged mating bites. There was never love between them, only the captivity Steve's father bound them with in exchange for some selfish gain the omega isn't privy to. In truth there was never a reason for him to stay, but equally no way to leave.

But now Steve can make his bid for freedom.

The omega slinks along the winding, narrow, passageways that eat through The Hawk like insect tunnels. The twists and turns of the passageways can be disorienting especially with so little light to help guide the way. The ship is dark and dull even when the sun sits heavy in the sky let alone in the midst of night. but he knows his way, Steve had spent the past several days memorizing the path to the ladies quarters stuck deep in the belly of the great ship.

If he hurries there unseen he will be able to reach the cluster of closet sized rooms, where his lady-in-waiting has been forced to stay within the hour. He just has to get to where Robin waits for him and they can flee together into the night.

With her, his closest friend, he had laid the groundwork for his escape. they had begun their scheming the very eve of his wedding night, and had already set the plan in motion. It had been easy to arrange to meet with an old friend to aid in their escape, convincing Thomas to take them on this voyage as a honeymoon trip was incredibly simple. It was harder to slowly gather the necessary supplies, even more difficult to stomach the touch of his own husband the few times he had let the man get close.

but it will all be worth it.

Robin stands swathed in shadows in her room's open doorway clasping a rucksack. They exchange a hug but no words. Steve longs to say something, maybe celebrate that soon they will finally be free, but instead he grounds himself with the beta's scent before they pull apart. Steve's oldest and most loyal friend takes his hand and throws the bag over her shoulder. Together they leave as silent as they came.

The omega and beta manage to arrive upon the open deck un-noticed by anyone who would stop them. Robin hurries to the railing where they can snatch up a rowboat and make their way to the small island that's hardly a speck on the horizon.

It's barely a sandbar but it's all they need upon it lies the promise of salvation. Steve's connection agreed to gather the pair from the island the moment dawn breaks the skis and waves.

By that point the Hawk will have sailed a great distance from the meager shores. plenty of the sailors have grown restless enough for the Captain to order Benny to sail through the night; and seeing as Steve had paid quite a significant sum to the kind man for him to turn a blind eye, the omega has faith not only will they be able to lower the boat but get enough distance between them to make as clean a getaway that fate will allow. By the time anyone realizes the pair is gone and they turn the great ship around, they will be gone.

It's his job to lower the small vessel while Robin heaves in some spare blankets and the rucksack of rations. Steve may be an omega, but he is no weak fawn. He was made strong in his apprenticeship days before his presentation, and he took great pains to ensure that strength stayed.

He takes up the ropes that will drop the small vessel into the water. For a moment it feels like they really might pull it off, that is until Steve feels himself get grabbed from behind.

he's been scruffed!

The world goes dark as the biological response to the action makes him boneless and weak to the pull of sleep.

The next thing Steve is aware of is the world shaking. wait, no, Steve is shaking. He is rudely reintroduced to the waken world, bleary-eye and confused, by Robin shaking his shoulders frantically.

Before the beta can even say anything a booming voice permeates the dimly lit room.

when the omega turns to the source of the sound there is a looming figure reclining against a wall.

"Well this sure is a sight." the demon purrs as it slinks towards them" I never thought I'd see the likes of you two in my brig, makes me wonder what--" What ever speech was being made is abruptly halted as the figure collides with a low beam dropping from the ceiling. All of a sudden all of the fear and apprehension flees Steve's body as he listens to the swears let out by someone he now recognizes.

"Eddie?"

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hey, remember when I made a post about this? sorry its been so long but I was taking a break to celebrate the holidays and Yule. now I'm feeling refreshed and ready to write so many new fun things!

@wheneverfeasible @kitkat0928-blog1

[xcaptainhannax]

Where It Hurts The Most (joel miller x reader)

Plot: Abby swears she only wants Joel dead—until she sees how much she means to him. Blinded by grief and rage, she changes her plan, targeting her instead. Joel powerless to stop the fallout is forced to watch as Abby wants him to feel the same crushing loss she once did.

Warnings: violence, blood, torture

A/N: I know Abby mentions multiple times that she only wants Joel BUT this idea came to mind and yet again i can do whatever the fuck i want SO yeah !! i hope you like this new twisted idea, joel is alive tho so that counts for something, right? RIGHT??

The ski lodge reeked of blood and gunpowder.

Joel's breathing was ragged as he struggled against the ropes biting into his wrists. Blood slicked his side — Abby hadn’t wasted time. When they'd first dragged him in, she'd made sure to beat him half to death, cracking ribs, splitting his brow, breaking him down piece by piece.

He didn’t know if the pool beneath him was mostly his or someone else's.

Ellie’s muffled screams and Dina’s frantic shouts echoed around the wooden beams of the cabin, but Joel’s focus was locked on one thing: you, forced to your knees before Abby, bruised and bloodied.

"I was just going to kill him," Abby said, voice trembling with rage as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Quick. Clean."

From across the room, Owen stepped forward, hesitation thick in his voice. "Abby — this isn’t what we talked about. We came for Joel. Just Joel."

"Yeah," Manny added warily, shifting his weight, his rifle lowering slightly. "Don't make this messier."

Abby barely heard them. She glanced down at you — saw the way your eyes, swollen and bloodshot, still searched for Joel — and her expression twisted into something dark, something cruel.

"But that’s not enough anymore," she muttered.

Joel jerked against his bonds so violently the chair scraped loudly against the floor. "You fuckin’ touch her, I swear to God—" His voice broke into a growl, hoarse and burning from the earlier beating.

Abby laughed, cold and hollow. "You’re gonna watch, Joel. You’re gonna feel everything I felt when you killed my father."

"No!" Ellie screamed, fighting against the arms pinning her down. "Please — please, don't!"

Abby barely glanced at her before turning back to you. She grabbed you roughly by the collar, yanking you closer. You didn’t cry, didn’t beg — you just kept your eyes on Joel.

Trying to be strong for him.

The first punch landed hard, sending your head snapping back. Joel bellowed your name, straining so hard that blood seeped from his wrists where the rope cut into his skin.

Another blow. And another.

Joel was roaring, begging, his voice hoarse and broken. Ellie was sobbing, Dina trying to twist free from the guards holding her.

"I’m gonna kill you!" Joel swore, voice cracking. "I’m gonna rip you apart!"

But Abby didn’t stop — not until your body slumped, weak and trembling, against the floorboards.

Joel’s vision blurred — from blood, from rage, from helplessness — until he heard it: Gunshots.

The door to the lodge slammed open, splintering against the wall.

Tommy burst inside, rifle raised, already firing. Behind him, Jackson patrols flooded the lodge like a tide — someone must have sent a signal.

The room exploded into chaos — gunfire, screaming, bodies scrambling for cover.

Joel didn’t think. He tore at the ropes until the chair tipped over, smashing against the floor. He rolled, gasping, side burning, and his hands — bloody and half-numb — finally found freedom.

He crawled to you, heart thundering so loud he couldn't hear anything else.

"Baby—" His hands cradled your face, sticky with blood and too cold. "No, no, stay with me. Look at me."

You blinked sluggishly, pupils slow to respond — but you were alive.

"Joel," you whispered, voice cracked and broken, but so alive it made him choke on a sob.

"I got you," he rasped, pressing his forehead against yours. "You're okay, baby. You’re okay."

Ellie and Dina were suddenly there too, shielding you as Tommy’s voice barked orders across the lodge.

And then Joel heard it — a sharp yell, a struggle — and through the broken beams of the lodge, he saw Abby trying to escape, blood trailing from a wound at her side. She shoved past a patrolman, frantic.

Tommy didn't hesitate.

One clean shot rang out.

Abby stumbled, then crumpled to the floor without a sound.

Joel stared — not with triumph, not even with hatred — just with a hollow, aching finality. She would never hurt anyone again.

The fight moved outside. The lodge grew quieter, except for your shallow breathing and Joel’s broken prayers.

Ellie clung to your side, Dina pressing cloth to your wounds, and Joel held you like he could will you whole again — ignoring the searing pain in his ribs, the way blood trickled down his temple.

Maybe he couldn't undo the pain Abby had caused. Maybe nothing would ever be the same.

But you were alive. And for Joel Miller, that was enough to keep fighting.

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Scorched Hearts VIII

Summary:

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

Valaena reminisces about the plan that lead her and Aemond to where they are now, and the two discuss returning to Westeros.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Fluff, Memories, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut, Fingering, Lactation Kink, P in V, Moon Tea.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5098

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

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As Aemond slept peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist, Valaena's thoughts drifted back to the night that had changed everything—the night they had made the plan to die.

She could still feel the warmth of the fire in their small cabin, the flickering flames casting shadows on their bare skin as they lay entwined on the floor.

The memory of the cuts on her palm and lip, now healed but still symbolic, stood out clearly in her mind.

They had married that night, in the old way of their house, binding themselves to one another with blood and fire.

Aemond had kissed her, a mixture of passion and pain, sealing the vow that would make them one soul, one life, forever.

His voice from that night echoed in her ears now as she absentmindedly stroked his hair, recalling the gravity in his tone when he told her, ‘There is only one way for us to be together’.

He had asked her to trust him, and of course, she had. She always trusted him.

Even though his plan was dangerous—unorthodox and bound to hurt those they loved—what choice did they have?

Running away would have been futile. People would search for them, and eventually, they would be found. They had to disappear completely.

Their deaths would free them, but more importantly, it would allow Rhaenyra the freedom to claim her birthright without the heavy chains of their forbidden love.

Still, the plan weighed heavily on Valaena's heart.

Aemond had gone silent for a long while that night, deep in thought, before he proposed the idea of meeting in the skies.

‘They’ll think we fought and killed each other’ he had said, his voice low but certain.

She remembered the uneasy feeling that settled in her stomach at the thought of such a deception.

She had asked how it would work, and Aemond, ever calculating, had already thought ahead.

He told her of Borros Baratheon and Otto’s plan for him to offer his hand in marriage in exchange for the Lord of Stoms End’s support, he also mentioned how Rhaenyra would surely send one of her envoys.

It was perfect—she would be the one to offer to come on her mother's behalf, and their charade could begin.

To make it convincing, they had to pretend to hate one another.

Aemond had played his part well, and his harsh words at Storm's End had stung more than she'd expected, but she knew it was necessary.

He had spent weeks afterwards begging for her forgiveness, hating himself for the cruelty, but Valaena had understood.

They both had roles to play.

Their final act had come with their dragons, a clash in the sky that would seal their fates in the eyes of the world.

She could still remember the practice flights they took over the Narrow Sea that night, the thrill of the dragons racing one another, their flames lighting up the night.

It had been almost like a game to Vhagar and Silverwing. The plan had worked, but it left behind devastation in its wake.

Valaena's thoughts darkened as she remembered saying goodbye to her family. She could only hope that her mother would one day forgive her for the pain she had caused, for the grief Rhaenyra must have felt for believing that her daughter was gone.

But at the time, there had been no other way. Aemond had been right—everyone had to believe they were dead if they were to ever have a chance at freedom.

The first weeks of their new life had been difficult, almost unbearable at times. The only money they had was what Aemond had managed to steal, and they had to avoid populated areas of Essos to keep their secret hidden.

She had been with child and time was against them. They needed to find a place to settle before their babe came and there were times they had to stop and let the dragons rest, taking shelter against them and huddling together for warmth.

Sometimes Aemond would venture off in search of food and he would be gone for what seemed like hours, only to return with whatever he could find or in some cases steal.

No matter what he made sure she had something to eat, he didn’t want any harm coming to her or the babe, luckily the dragons were capable hunters and often Vhagar and Silverwing would share their spoils with them albeit a little charred.

She knew this wasn’t what Aemond had envisioned when he suggested that they fake their deaths and flee together, she knew he resented himself for how they had to live, and he felt like he was failing in his duty to her and their unborn child.

But she made sure to tell him every night that she loved him and no matter what, they were together and that’s all that mattered to her.

Finally, after many weeks of travel, they ended up finding sanctuary in Qarth.

The Prince of Qarth had been eager to welcome them, especially once he learned they possessed dragons. Aemond had struck a deal—protection for the city in exchange for a manse, food, and security.

The dragons, Vhagar and Silverwing, would guard the city from poachers and pirates, and in return, they would have everything they needed.

Valaena smiled faintly as she remembered the birth of their son. She had cried for her mother then, wishing desperately that Rhaenyra could have been there, but Aemond had been steadfast by her side, holding her hand through every moment of pain.

They had named him Rhaegar, after Rhaenyra, a silent tribute to the family they had left behind.

Elaena, their second-born, had been named for Aemond’s beloved sister, Helaena, and their youngest, Daenys, after the prophetic ancestor of their house. The names were a reminder of the legacy they carried, even in their self-imposed exile.

Now, as Aemond shifted in his sleep beside her, curling his body around hers, Valaena looked down at him, stroking his hair with tender fingers.

She wondered what would await them when they returned to Westeros. Would they be forgiven? Would the world even accept them, after everything they had done?

Her heart ached at the thought of seeing her mother again, of reuniting with her brothers. But the uncertainty of their reception weighed heavily on her mind.

Aemond had been right—they had built a good life here in Qarth, far away from the reach of Westeros.

But it wasn’t home. Not truly.

As she gazed at Aemond’s sleeping face, his features soft and peaceful, Valaena knew that they couldn’t hide forever.

One day, they would return. And when they did, they would face whatever awaited them together.

Just as they always had.

Valaena stood on the balcony of their manse, looking out over the lush garden where Rhaegar and Elaena played with their dragons.

The hatchlings flapped their wings excitedly, snapping at one another playfully as the children giggled.

Nearby, a maid sat nervously cradling baby Daenys, her eyes wide as she watched the dragons with wary fascination.

Valaena smiled, but her mind was far away, filled with memories of a time long gone. The warm breeze tugged at the strands of her dark hair, and she sighed softly, lost in thought.

A familiar presence approached from behind. She felt Aemond’s arms encircle her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as he gently pulled her back against his chest.

His breath was warm against her skin as he asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Valaena smiled, leaning into him. “Us, when we were younger and how I used to have such a crush on you when I was a child.”

Aemond chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through his chest. “Really?”

She laughed, remembering. “Oh gods, yes. You were so beautiful and so perfect with your wavy hair and freckles. I used to follow you everywhere. I was so in awe of you.”

“Is that why you used to give me sweets?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Valaena nodded, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “Yes. I thought if I shared them with you, then maybe you’d like me. I’d steal them from the kitchens, and I’d always leave the best ones for you.”

Aemond pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder, his voice softer now. “I always liked you. I was just too shy to say anything and too awkward to show it.”

Her heart swelled as she remembered those days. “I used to hide on the ramparts and watch you train. The way you practiced, always so focused, so determined. It used to break my heart to see you alone while the others sparred together.”

Aemond tightened his hold around her waist, his voice tinged with emotion. “But with you, I never felt alone again.”

Valaena turned slightly to look at him, her gaze filled with warmth. “Do you remember the first time you realized you loved me?”

Aemond paused, his single violet eye looking distant for a moment as he thought. Then, with a soft smile, he said, “I think I loved you even before I knew what love was. There was always something about you—"

Valaena's eyes shimmered with affection. She had loved him for so long that she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t.

Now, standing here together with their children playing in the garden, the weight of what they had built together felt more precious than ever.

"If we return to King's Landing-" she began, her voice quiet, "-and things go bad—if I have to choose between you and my mother—I’ll choose you. Always"

The words hung between them, heavy and full of meaning.

She felt Aemond's breath hitch, and then, to her surprise, he buried his face in her shoulder. A soft, muffled sob escaped him.

Valaena turned quickly, concern flooding her face. “What’s wrong?”

Aemond looked up at her, his eye misted with emotion. His voice was thick with unshed tears as he spoke. “Just hearing you say that. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

She reached up, cupping his face gently, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “It’s true, Aemond. You are my heart. My everything.”

Aemond’s hand trembled slightly as he brought it up to hold her face. “I love you so much, Valaena. More than I can ever put into words.”

She leaned in, and their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, a moment of pure connection that washed away the uncertainties of the future.

They had faced impossible odds before and survived. Together, they were stronger than anything the world could throw at them.

As they broke apart, Aemond rested his forehead against hers, his voice a soft whisper. “We’ll face whatever comes together and I will always choose you too.”

Valaena smiled, her heart full as they stood together under the stars, knowing that no matter what awaited them in Westeros, they would never be alone as long as they had each other.

Aemond stood in the training yard, wooden sword in hand as he guided his son Rhaegar, through a series of basic sword movements.

The boy’s silver hair clung to his forehead; his little brow furrowed in concentration as he mimicked his father’s motions.

Aemond’s voice was calm and encouraging as he praised Rhaegar’s efforts, his pride evident with each swing of the boy's sword.

“Good, Rhaegar. That’s it—move your feet like we practiced,” Aemond said, stepping aside and gesturing for Rhaegar to try another strike.

The boy followed, his small hands gripping the wooden sword tightly, his face lighting up at the attention.

As the sun bore down on them in the scorching heat, Aemond called for a break. A young maid quickly rushed forward with water, offering cups to both father and son.

As Aemond took a long drink he felt a gentle nudge at his side and looked down to see Elaena, his daughter, standing with a wooden sword clutched in one hand, and her thumb in her mouth.

“Me try!” Elaena mumbled around her thumb; her big violet eyes wide with determination.

Aemond smiled warmly, giving the maid the cup. He took a step back, raising his wooden sword again.

“Alright, my little warrior. Let’s see what you can do.”

Elaena hefted the wooden sword, struggling a little with its weight but managing to lift it up. She swung it at Aemond with all her might.

Aemond blocked it with a mock gasp, tapping his own sword gently against hers.

“Oh no, Elaena strikes with deadly precision! How will I ever defeat such a seasoned warrior?”

Elaena giggled, encouraged by her father’s playful tone, and took another swing.

This time, Aemond dramatically dropped his sword and collapsed to his knees, holding his chest in mock agony. “Oh no! She got me!”

He fell onto his back, playing dead as Elaena squealed and dropped her sword, rushing to his side. She knelt next to him, shaking his shoulder with concern. “Oh Daddy. I just playing”

Aemond stayed still for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his eye with a mischievous grin.

“Got you!” He grabbed Elaena and pulled her down, peppering her face with kisses as she shrieked with laughter.

“Daddy, nooooo! Stop!” she giggled, squirming in his arms.

Just then, Rhaegar joined in, trying to tackle his father. Aemond caught him in one arm and held both of his children close, rolling with them in the sand as they all laughed together.

Their joyous sounds filled the air until a voice interrupted.

“And just what exactly is going on here?” Valaena’s voice rang out, teasingly stern as she approached from the manse.

Aemond looked up from the ground, a grin on his face. “I’ve just been defeated by the most fearsome warriors in the realm,” he declared, still holding onto Rhaegar and Elaena.

Valaena laughed, crossing her arms. “Is that so? Well, I do hope they take mercy on me.”

Elaena giggled sweetly. “We will, Mama.”

Valaena knelt down, brushing some sand from Elaena’s cheek. “That’s good to hear, because Daenys is having a nap and it’s time for both of you to bathe, besides I’m sure there’s a little girl under all that sand somewhere.”

A maid named Lirri stepped forward, ushering Rhaegar and Elaena inside for their bath.

Aemond watched them go with a fond smile before hauling himself off the ground, brushing the sand off his jerkin. “Time for my training now.”

A guard named Arro, approached, and a squire rushed forward to hand Aemond his steel sword. Valaena stood to the side, watching as Aemond and Arro began their sparring session.

Their swords clashed with precision, each strike powerful and deliberate. Aemond moved like a predator, swift and calculating, dodging Arro’s attacks with ease.

Before long, Aemond had Arro pinned, his sword at the man’s throat. Arro yielded, and Aemond stepped back, offering him a hand.

“Good effort,” Aemond said. “But remember to disperse your weight more evenly and open up your stance.”

Arro nodded, grateful for the advice. “I’ll learn for next time.”

As the squire returned the weapons, Aemond shrugged off his jerkin and pulled off his sweat-soaked cotton shirt, revealing the hard lines of his muscled torso.

The heat of the day had left him glistening, the sweat running down his skin. Valaena noticed the young maid staring at Aemond with wide eyes, her gaze shamelessly lingering on his lithe, powerful form as she handed him another cup of water.

Valaena’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She stepped forward and, without warning, kissed Aemond.

He was taken by surprise for a moment, the cup slipping from his hand and falling into the sand as his arms wrapped around her, deepening the kiss with passion.

When they parted, Aemond’s breath was heavy, his eye dark with desire. “You need to bathe,” Valaena said, her voice soft but firm.

Aemond grinned. “Only if you join me.”

Valaena’s smile grew as she nodded. “I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

Valaena sat nestled on Aemond’s lap in the warm bath, her body pressed against his as she delicately ran a sharpened blade over his chin.

Aemond had his eye closed, his head leaned back, arms draped lazily over the edges of the bath. The heat of the water and Valaena's gentle touch had relaxed him completely.

With each careful stroke, she shaved his face with expert precision, the intimacy of the act bringing them closer in the quiet moments of the evening.

As she worked, her thoughts drifted to the uncertain future, and she broke the comfortable silence between them.

"I’ve been thinking about our return to Westeros," she said softly, her voice thoughtful as the blade moved over his skin.

Aemond hummed in response, his lips barely twitching. His relaxation remained unbroken, though her words stirred something deep inside him.

"I wish to wait a little longer," Valaena continued, focusing on the task at hand. "Daenys is still so young to be traveling such a long way, even on dragon back."

Aemond opened his eye and lifted his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers as he shifted in the water. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice a deep murmur. “Whenever we’re ready.”

Valaena smiled softly, relieved at his understanding. She tilted his head gently, guiding the blade along his jawline, her hands steady. “I admit," she said quietly, "I do fear the reaction to our return. After all, we’ve been dead for five years.”

Aemond took her hand as she paused, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers gently. His touch sent warmth through her, and he reassured her in that soft, steady way only he could.

"It’s expected to cause shock-maybe anger," he admitted. "But I’m sure your mother will be glad to know you’re alive."

Valaena couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the thought. "I just hope she doesn’t have your head sliced off before she realizes how glad she is."

Aemond smirked, his amusement evident as he relaxed back into the bath. “I trust that my wife will advocate for me.”

With the final stroke, Valaena finished shaving him and carefully wiped the blade clean. “I will cast myself between you and the blade if I have to,” she promised, her voice serious despite the lightness in her eyes.

Aemond’s lips quirked into a smile. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” he said, his tone affectionate as he gazed up at her.

Valaena set the blade aside and cupped his now smooth face in her hands, leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was soft at first, her lips gently brushing his, but it quickly deepened as Aemond’s hands slid down her back, gripping her waist beneath the water.

She felt him, hard and ready beneath her, and the intensity of his touch sent a shiver through her.

Valaena broke the kiss for a moment, her breath warm against his lips as she whispered, “Go slow.”

She moved her head to side as Aemond began pressing gentle kisses to her neck.

“My sweet wife. My Valaena” muttered Aemond.

“My husband. My love” gasped Valaena.

“Your mine. Forever” said Aemond.

Valaena lifted her hips and reached down to take hold of Aemond’s hard cock.

After teasing her husband with a few slow strokes, Valaena slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

“Y-You must tell me if it hurts” whispered Aemond.

Valaena nodded and shut her eyes tight, taking a deep breath as she slowly lowered herself.

“Your doing so well-” muttered Aemond trying to control himself.

“I-It h-hurts-“ whimpered Valaena, the burning sensation bringing tears to her eyes.

“-I can pull out-” offered Aemond.

“N-No just give me a moment” replied Valaena softly as she took the rest of his cock.

Aemond groaned loudly when Valaena was fully seated in his lap, his hands grasping his wife’s hips tightly as she began to move.

Valaena wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support as Aemond began to gently meet her thrusts.

Aemond moved one of his hands to gently caress one of her milk swollen breasts.

“Valzȳrys” breathed Valaena (Husband).

Aemond bent down to lick her nipples, going back and forth between her wonderful, enlarged breasts.

“Oh” muttered Valaena, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her.

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suckle at her breasts, gorging himself on her milk, as his wife gently rode his cock.

His tongue swirling around her stiffened peaks, his teeth scraping against her skin, the sounds of him swallowing.

It felt so good, it felt-

“-A-Aemond” gasped Valaena.

“What is it my love”.

“Don’t stop-please, oh gods-don’t stop” exclaimed Valaena as she arched her back, her cunny clenching around Aemond’s cock as she unexpectedly climaxed.

“Did you just-peak?” asked Aemond smirking as he released her nipple with a soft pop.

“Yes, it has been some weeks since we've properly laid together-” replied Valaena, her cheeks tinged pink.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon, ñuha dāria-” whispered Aemond as he seized her lips in a kiss, the taste of milk upon his tongue (My love, my Queen).

The water began splashing over the edges of the tub as the force of Aemond’s thrusts increased.

Aemond loved fucking Valaena. She was so perfect. He loved her mother’s body and would never tire of feeling her wet heat wrapped around him.

Valaena rolled her hips in time with Aemond’s thrusts. Her loud moans echoed around their bathing chambers.

“A-Aemond. Yes. Yes. H-Husband” whined Valaena as Aemond shifted slightly and began thrusting deeper inside her.

“I want to stuff my cock deep inside your cunny and never leave” moaned Aemond.

“Aemond. P-Please” cried Valaena as she felt Aemond’s fingers against her pearl.

“Take it. Take all of me” groaned Aemond, his face pressed between her breasts.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” moaned Valaena, as she writhed against him.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen. Come for me again-” whispered Aemond, his tongue moving across her nipple as he rubbed her pearl.

Valaena arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted as Aemond began fucking her a little harder.

He was almost there just a little more-

Aemond held Valaena tight to him as his cock throbbed, spilling rope after rope of his seed.

“My love. My sweet” exclaimed Aemond as Valaena sagged against him.

Valaena took the cup of moon tea from Lirri, the bitter scent already making her grimace before it even touched her lips.

With one swift motion, she drank it all in one go, wincing at the foul taste as it burned down her throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression sour.

"You ok, my lady?" Lirri asked, her slight accent tinging the words with concern.

Valaena nodded, offering a weak smile. "I’m fine. It just tastes foul. Gods, I hate drinking that stuff."

Lirri, standing beside her, gave a shrug. "Then don’t drink it."

Valaena chuckled softly, shaking her head. "As much as I enjoy carrying my husband’s children, I think I’d like to wait a little while longer before I have another." She let out a breath, looking down at the empty cup.

Lirri raised a brow, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your husband, he is virile man, he have you many times-"

Valaena laughed, louder this time, her amusement clear. "Yes, I guess you could say that." She smiled fondly, thinking of Aemond.

Lirri nodded with satisfaction, continuing with a grin. “My lord, he is like great stallion. Always ready to mount world.”

Still giggling, Valaena shook her head. “That’s one way to put it.”

Lirri’s expression turned more serious, though her tone remained light. “My lord he is good lover, yes? It make you smile”

Valaena’s cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip as she thought of Aemond. “He’s-quite skilled,” she admitted with a soft giggle, her tone laced with affection. “But don’t tell him I said that. It’ll go straight to his head.”

Lirri laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think he already know, my lady.”

Valaena leaned back, letting the laughter fade as she gazed out the window at the sunny garden. “Yes,” she said softly. “He probably does.”

Lirri’s eyes flickered with admiration. "Many girls think he very beautiful. They say his hair is like the moon."

Valaena nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "Don’t the Dothraki believe the moon is a goddess?"

"Yes," Lirri confirmed, her tone reverent. "She is wife to sun. Together they watch over all life."

Valaena looked at her, curious. "Do you miss the Dothraki?”

Lirri hesitated, her gaze turning distant. "Sometimes, but then I remember the Khal and his cruelty." Her expression hardened. "He no deserve to ride in night lands. I thank you and my lord for saving me."

Valaena’s eyes softened, guilt stirring within her. "I wish we could have saved your children."

Lirri’s hand reached for Valaena’s, squeezing it gently. Her smile was kind, though tinged with sorrow. "I will see them again when great stallion come for me. And together we will ride in starry Khalasar."

“What about Arro?” she asked, her voice lighter, hoping to bring a smile back to Lirri’s face.

Lirri’s expression warmed, a hint of affection flickering in her eyes. “Arro is kind man,” she said quietly. “He lost wife in a village raid”

Valaena nodded, recalling the memory vividly. “I remember that day. Aemond had found him lying amongst the ruins, barely clinging to life.”

Lirri’s voice was soft but steady as she said, “I’m glad my lord save him-he means great deal to me”

Valaena smiled, touched by Lirri’s strength and resilience. She felt the weight of their upcoming journey pressing on her mind. "Me and Aemond will soon return to Westeros."

"Your homeland," Lirri said, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"Yes," Valaena confirmed. "If you do not wish to come with us, then I’ll make sure you have enough money to live on."

Lirri smiled, her eyes softening. "I have no wish to stay alone. I love your children like they are mine. I want to come home with you."

Valaena’s heart warmed at her words. "As long as you’re happy."

"I am very happy, my lady," Lirri said with a firm nod.

As they shared a quiet moment, both women noticed a young maid, Mira, walk past carrying a tray of food.

Lirri leaned in closer to Valaena, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Watch that girl. She look at my lord in way she should not."

Valaena’s brow arched slightly, her gaze following the maid’s retreating figure. "I trust Aemond."

Lirri nodded, her expression stern. "Yes, your husband is good man. He does not look for others. But Mira, she want my lord to bed her."

Valaena scoffed lightly, the very idea absurd. "Aemond would never."

Lirri’s eyes darkened with certainty. "But she will try. She like many women who try to take husband for own self."

A flicker of irritation crossed Valaena’s face, but her confidence remained steady. "She won’t get what she wants from Aemond."

Lirri smiled, a hint of danger in her tone. "She bad girl. I shall cut her throat for insult to you and my lord."

Valaena chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s very nice of you to offer, but I shall deal with her myself."

Lirri grinned wickedly. "Then I clean blood."

"I’m not going to kill her," Valaena replied, her amusement growing.

Lirri's eyes twinkled as she teased, "You should feed her to the big grumpy dragon."

Valaena laughed, shaking her head. "Vhagar prefers much larger meals."

Both women shared a laugh, their bond strengthened by shared loyalty, as they returned to watching over the peaceful grounds of the manse.

In the stillness of the night, Valaena was jolted awake by the sound of faint screeching.

Her heart leapt into her throat, and she quickly rose from the bed, her bare feet padding across the cool floor as she rushed toward Daenys' cot.

She peered inside and saw her daughter still fast asleep, completely undisturbed by the commotion.

But something else caught her eye—the remnants of broken eggshell at the foot of the cot.

Her breath caught as her gaze shifted to a small, crimson creature nestled protectively against Daenys.

A dragon hatchling. Its tiny body shimmered like dark red rubies, and its wings, still delicate, were curled around the sleeping baby.

The hatchling’s curious eyes were already fixed on Valaena, watching her with sharp intelligence.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she reached her hand forward slowly. The hatchling tilted its head sniffing, before nuzzling against her palm.

A smile spread across her face as the tiny creature accepted her touch before returning to its protective stance, curling around Daenys with an instinctive sense of guardianship.

Valaena straightened up, excitement pulsing through her as she hurried back to the bed.

She shook Aemond gently, but he awoke with a start, his hand reaching for his sword.

She quickly shushed him, her voice a soft whisper. "Come look."

Still groggy, Aemond allowed her to lead him to Daenys' cot, where he saw the crimson hatchling curled beside their daughter.

A wide smile spread across his face, eyes filled with pride and wonder. "Her egg hatched," Aemond whispered in awe. "She has her dragon."

Valaena could see the significance of the moment in his expression. She knew how deeply this mattered to him—that their children would be seen as true Targaryen’s, bonded with dragons as they should be.

His own memories of being mocked for not having a dragon at a young age still lingered. But their children would never know that pain.

They would never stand on the ground, watching others take flight, yearning for the skies.

Aemond wrapped his arms around Valaena, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, her heart swelling with affection as they watched the tiny dragon fall asleep beside Daenys, who had unconsciously clutched the hatchling's tail in her little hand.

In that quiet moment, their world seemed at peace. The crimson dragon, small but fierce, was a promise of their family's legacy.

Their daughter, already tied to a creature of fire and blood, would carry the strength of her ancestors.

And together, they would soar.

TBC

[aemondapologistfrfr]

You're Already Mine

aegon x f!reader // irrelevant!male x f!reader for 2 secs

au-ish where there are other dragon houses/families in westeros (kinda giving valyria ig) but targs still rule 👑  bc why street race in the modern world when you could dragon race in this fantasy world 

Summary: You finally meet a rider worth your time at a race in the Kingswood. Having no care for the consequences, you spend the night with him and you both hope it won’t be the last.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, vulgar language, drinking, public(dragonback), fingering, oral(f), p in v, a fake wedding, ’whore’ is somewhat a term of endearment?, mention of pleasure houses and brothels

Authors Note: save me aegon the magnanimous save me 🧎🏼‍♀️ we were robbed of sunfyre and egg 🫠 this was supposed to be chill but i forgot i don’t know how to be chill w him 

Word Count: 6.7k

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You’ve been secretly seeing the son of one of your fathers vassals for a couple months now. The rumors of you both have been causing tensions at family meals and you couldn’t be more delighted. Your mother reprimands you time and time again that you need to stop dragging the family name through the realm or it’ll ruin your chances to marry into a house of equal or better standing. You couldn’t care less of the house's standing but whether the man had a dragon or not and the son of the vassal has a dragon. 

That’s all that he has going for him. He’s not even set to inherit his family seat, not that it was much anyway, but when he flew to your Keep you had to have him. He wasn’t the only one in his family to have a dragon but the way he carried himself drew you in. At first he seemed ever the perfect gentleman but after you bedded him, he started acting differently. He seemed to only use you for your cunt and you in turn only used him for his dragon. The past couple of months he’s taken you to different dragon races and you use these meets to see if you can find a better suitor. You know it’s vain and you shouldn’t use him but he’s using you. 

So now you wait patiently on your chaise for the vassal's son to come and sneak you out of your chambers. He said he would meet you after moonrise and the moon has been high in the sky for well over an hour now. As the minutes tick by you become more annoyed and rise walking to the table to pour yourself a glass of wine. You down the cup and tap your fingers against the bottle debating on filling your glass once more. When you begin to tilt the bottle there’s a rapid knock and you sigh with relief as he slips through the door.

“Gods I thought you would never get here.” you place the bottle on the table abandoning your glass. “We’re gonna be late.” you pout and he chuckles pulling you out of your chambers. 

“You know I’m the fastest flier there is.” he puffs his chest out and you roll your eyes. 

“Yes, of course.” you pat his arm as he tugs you down the dark halls. He’s nowhere near the fastest flier in the realm let alone this city. 

“Up you go.” his hand lands on your ass and you scoff before starting your ascent up the side of the winged animal. You take your seat and chuckle as he takes his seat behind you and pulls you against him. “I love that you refuse to wear riding leathers.” his fingers dance up your bare thighs. 

“If you make us late I’ll make sure to never wear a dress around you again.” his hand lands on the inside of your thigh and you gasp. 

Before you can turn around with your retort he has you both climbing to the skies. You hold tightly to the saddle as you pull further off the ground. A smile spreads across your face as his dragon launches you forward and the wind whips through your hair. This is the reason you stay with him. You’ve never been able to find a replacement for the freedom riding a dragon offers.  As he starts your descent your eyes search around the forest floor to see if you spot any new dragons. 

Aegon watches as you slide down the side of some losers dragon and groans as he watches your dress slide up showing him your stockings and thighs. He decides you’ll be his by the end of the night no matter what it takes. He watches as you ignore the rider and look around with wide eyes until they stop on Sunfyre. He smirks knowing he has you now. Aegon chuckles as you tug the rider's arm and point to Sunfyre excitedly and he watches as the rider starts to frown. 

“And what’s so special about her? Besides the fact that she’s obviously here with someone.” his friend follows his eyeline to you. 

“She likes Sunfyre.” he drags his eyes back to his friends as they offer him a cup of ale. 

“How have you decided this?” one of them laughs. 

“She was looking at him.” he takes a sip. “All wide eyed.” he nods and his friends start to chuckle. 

“He’s gold. Of course she’s going to look at him.” Aegon waves his friends off and downs his cup. 

He walks over to Sunfyre and pats at his chest as he curls his neck around him. His dragon chuffs as he scratches at his scales. Aegon chuckles as Sunfyre starts to circle around him. When his tail swishes past his head you’re standing in front of him with a smile plastered across your face and a fuming male rider behind you. He bats Sunfyre back who sits behind him as he approaches you. 

“He’s so very beautiful.” you coo looking up at his dragon. Aegon smiles at your tone and sees the rider flare his nostrils. 

“I’m sure he’s blushing hearing that coming from you.” your eyes flick to his and you look over the silver haired rider and sigh. This rider and his dragon are absolutely devastating. 

“What’s his name?” you step closer and Sunfyre purrs, craning his head down towards you. 

“Sunfyre.” Aegon offers the name and your face softens. 

“Sunfyre.” you hum. “Because he’s as golden and as beautiful as the sun.” you muse as the golden dragon hovers a couple feet above you. 

“He’s very sweet.” Aegon smiles watching you reach up toward him. 

“If you touch his dragon I’m leaving you here.” the vassal's son grits through his teeth. 

“Sunfyre doesn’t mind giving a ride home to a beautiful woman in need.” Aegon smirks at you and watches you mirror his expression as you reach your fingers higher for his dragon. 

“Such a sweet boy.” you hum as Sunfyre presses his snout into your hand. “So handsome.” you hum as he lowers his head and you bring your other hand up to him. 

“You’re a whore.” the vassal's son's voice is dripping with hatred. You snap your head back to him and as you open your mouth Sunfyre’s rider speaks. 

“Aren’t we all?” Aegon raises his brow and you turn your attention back to him. 

“Then you can have her.” he waves off both of you and stomps away. 

“Who might my new ride be?” you tilt your head at the silver haired man. 

“Aegon.” he watches with a smile as his dragon curls around you as you offer him your name. 

“Not like the Aegon?” you can already tell this is the Prince from how finely his riding leathers are. 

“So you’ve heard of me?” he tilts his head looking at you.

“Unfortunately my parents made me study with the septa everyday so yes, I know of you, my Prince.” you make a show of bowing lowly. 

“I might prefer you a little lower.” he purrs and your eyes flick up to his. 

“How would you like me? I’m yours to command.” you blink up at him, nibbling your lip.

“Preferably on your knees.” he watches your face spread with amusement before Sunfyre pushes you towards him. He reaches out and steadies you and you look closer at him and feel your cheeks heat. “I didn’t know whores blushed.” the words come from his mouth automatically and he is so scared you’re going to turn and leave him but then you laugh and everything changes. 

“I can’t believe you said that.” you wipe away the tears as you hold your stomach still laughing. 

“I can’t either.” he scolds himself for his voice wavering. 

“It seems as if whores get shy as well.” you hum brushing your fingers against his blush. After the words leave your mouth he knows he’s never letting you go. 

“Do you want to fly with me tonight?” he watches your pupils dilate.

“You’ll let me ride with you when you race?” a smile spreads across your face. “Really?” you search his eyes.

“Did he not let you ride with him?” he scrunches his brows looking at you as you shake your head.

“He said it would slow him down.” you nibble your lip. 

“You’ll ride with me tonight.” he nods his head and your heart begins to race. “Do you have riding leathers or?” he stands back and looks at your dress. 

“I don’t like wearing them.” you look up at him. “Will it be too distracting for you to have my skirts up to my waist?” he smirks thinking about the way you’ll be pressed back against him as he races through the sky. 

“I’d be okay if you just took it off.” he says lowly and your tongue darts across your lower lip. 

“You’d have to keep me warm.” you step closer to him. 

“That’s not an issue.” he pulls you flush against his chest and smirks that you melt into him right away. He feels your hand reach for your dress laces and he groans, stopping your hand.

“Mm, too scandalous for you?” you smile up at him. “Are you a maiden, my Prince?” you whisper as his eyes grow wide. 

“No, I just- 

“I’m sullying the perfect, pure prince with my whorish ways.” you sigh and he grabs you pulling you against him. 

“I just want to show you off to my friends before I fuck the words out of you.” he says lowly watching your cheeks slowly flush. He grabs your hand and starts to lead you in the direction of his friends spread around the massive fire. 

“You stole her away from that rider already?” a man with blonde hair looks up at Aegon incredulously. 

“She came to me.” he corrects. “I told you that she liked Sunfyre.” Aegon rolls his eyes, waving him off.

“When did you tell them this?” you ask with a smirk on your face. 

“Gods the second you slid off that dragon I thought he was going-

“That's enough.” Aegon nods and grabs the flagon and fills two cups. 

“But I want to hear this.” you accept the cup with a smile and sit on the ground with his friends.

“You saw the drool coming from him when her skirts lifted up right?” another one of his friends jokes with the blonde from earlier. 

“How Sunfyre needed tending to right before a drinking game.” another male chimes in and Aegon groans taking a seat next to you. 

“He did.” he glares at his friends over the lip of his cup.

“Are you blushing again?” you chuckle and he turns his head quickly to you as his friends start to giggle. 

“Gods not you too.” he rubs his face. His friends all start talking over one another and you lean against him.

“I need tending to.” you whisper in his ear.

“Is that so?” he whispers back, his lips brushing against your ear sending shivers through you. 

“If you put your hand up my skirts you’ll know what I need.” he swallows and turns to look down at you looking up at him innocently. As he’s about to respond a horn sounds and the riders start to walk towards the announcer. 

“Later.” he pats your thigh before rising off the ground. 

He holds his hand out for you and brings you with him to the gathering riders. You cling against him as you enter the crowd while he leads you both to the front. The announcer claps Aegon on the shoulder and brings you both up next to him. You feel no better than a man as you lean against him watching all of the women look at him with soft pouts. Your hand slides up his back to his hair almost possessively and he chuckles looking down at you. 

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be holding you like a metal.” he whispers down to you. 

“I’m not stopping you.” you grin up at him. You gasp as he pulls you against him and presses his lips to yours. As quickly as his lips are on you they’re gone and he’s looking down at your red cheeks. “One more?” you pout and he presses his lips to yours quickly. The announcer clears his throat and Aegon turns back towards him. 

“I wanted to make it clear that attacks and burning are not permitted.” Aegon rolls his eyes. It was once and he didn’t even start it. “With that, to your mounts.” the announcer claps his hands together. Aegon leads you back over to Sunfyre keeping an arm wrapped around your waist. 

“Are you ready?” he pulls you in front of him. 

“I’m a little nervous.” you chew on your cheek. “I don’t want to slow you down.” he rolls his eyes. 

“Trust me you won’t.” he smooths your hair back. “If anything I’ll fly faster just to impress my sweet whore.” you playfully push him back. 

“Well help your sweet whore up or it seems we’ll be left behind.” you nod to all of the riders on top of their dragons already. 

“Let’s go,” he smiles. “I wouldn’t want you to go home with another loser.” he gives you a quick spank pulling a gasp from your lips as you start your ascent. He helps you to climb up keeping his fingers dug into your hips as you straddle the leather. He watches your skirts ride up exposing your stockings and bare thighs to him once more. You lean forward to offer him more space and he groans when you arch your back as he presses in behind you. “Just like this.” he pulls you back roughly and lifts your dress more. 

“Aegon.” you shiver at the breeze and his hand trailing up your thigh. 

“It seems as if you do need tending to.” he smiles hearing your whimper as he trails a finger up the center of your small clothes. You squirm in his arms as he starts to press his lips to your exposed neck. “You’re gonna have to hold on tight.” you nod your head and reach out to grab onto the saddle. He watches as your knuckles turn white as his fingers slip under your small clothes. 

“Yes,” you cry out at the soft swirl of his fingers against your bud. 

Aegon fists the reins in one hand as you push back into him. The whimpers leaving your mouth make him want to abandon this race but Gods the thought of you coming on his fingers as he wins this has him straightening his back and getting into position. The horn bellows and you push back into his chest as Sunfyre shoots into the sky. 

One moment you’re rocking against Aegon's fingers the next the ground his meters below. You sigh as his fingers leave your small clothes but it’s soon made up as the wind slips through your hair. Sunfyre gives out a cry and pushes forward faster. You turn your head to the side and see the other dragons falling behind. You smile and peer up at Aegon who’s concentrating on keeping course. 

The sounds of your laughter cause Aegon's chest to tighten. The way you lean with him when he starts to turn brings a smile to his face. You can feel the confidence and energy pouring off of Aegon and it’s exciting you to no end. You’ve never flown this fast before and you get lost in the freedom of it. The winds shift once more as he turns back as you make your final stretch of the race. There’s a couple dragons behind but they are quickly forgotten when he slips his fingers back into your small clothes. 

“Fuck Aegon,” you whine as his finger start to quickly circle your bud as he presses you closer against the saddle. He feels your hips roll against his hand and he slides his fingers down and slips them into you. He groans into your ear at the feel of you squeezing his fingers before he starts to pump his fingers. His thumb comes to circle on your bud once more and your body trembles beneath him. “Please.” you squeak. 

Aegon tightens his grip on the reins and jolts Sunfyre forward faster. You gasp leaning back into his chest and he smiles as he sees the smoke rising from the fire. He starts to move his fingers faster and Sunfyre starts to dip back to the ground. Your heart races as you chase your high and feel yourself falling. The second Sunfyre touches the ground Aegon slams his fingers faster and your pleasure snaps. 

“Aegon.” you moan loudly and heads start to turn your way as your chest heaves until more dragons begin landing behind you. He chuckles listening to your soft whines as he continues to slowly pump into you. 

“We won.” he whispers as he pulls his fingers out. 

“You can have me as your prize.” you pant and he pulls you back against him. 

“You’re already mine.” he brings his fingers to his mouth to clean them off. “Let’s go celebrate.” he hums, helping you off of the saddle. When your feet touch the ground you sigh seeing the vassal’s son approaching. 

“Are you coming home with me?” you can’t help the laugh that slips out. 

“No, she’s coming home with me.” Aegon pulls you to his side with a grin. 

“What do you think your parents will say? They’ll know you’ve been sullied then.” you blink at him as if that mattered to you.

“They’ll be glad it’s by a Prince and advocate for a betrothal.” you bite your lip to hide your smile. “They’ve been begging me to get rid of you for some time now anyways.” you watch his face drop and Aegon chuckles. 

“And you’d marry him?” he glares at you. 

“I’ll at least fuck him.” you shrug and his mouth drops. “He’s already made me come and that’s more than I can say about you.” his face gets red before he turns and leaves.

“He never made you come?” Aegon looks down at you with scrunched brows. 

“No.” you feel your cheeks heat. 

“Never?” you shake your head again. “Has anyone ever made you come?” he tilts his head. 

“You.” you look up at him. “And my fingers.” your voice barely audible and he groans.

“Use my fingers next time.” he smiles watching you flush. “Or my tongue.” he steps closer to you, keeping his voice down. “Or my cock.” he runs his fingers down your arm before he presses his lips to yours. His arms slowly wrap around you pulling you against him while you cling onto the front of his riding leathers. He smiles at your soft gasp as he licks along the seam of your lips. When he pushes his tongue into your mouth you completely dissolve into him. 

He groans hearing his friends approaching voices and cheers and reluctantly pulls back watching you look up at him with parted lips. His friends tug him from you and jump all over him congratulating him on his victory. He pushes them off playfully before pulling you back to his side. You both follow his friends back to the fire and one of them fills up cups and passes them out. 

As the night grows older the more you lean against Aegon. Most of the other riders and dragons are gone, allowing the atmosphere to settle. You don’t think of the consequences you’ll face in the morning, only of how the night will end. Aegon feels you scooting closer and he wraps his arm tighter around you before resting his head on top of yours. You grab his hand, studying his fingers and rings. You move and look up at him and he smirks. 

“I want to use your fingers.” you whisper and he clears his throat. ”Please,” you slightly pout your lips. 

“Let me just-

“So when is the wedding?” one of his friends says pulling you both out of your bubble and you flush seeing his friends watching you both with smiles. 

“Hopefully by the end of the week.” Aegon smiles squeezing your side. 

“Aegon,” you roll your eyes lightheartedly. 

“You’re right. Why wait? We should get married now.” he nods and you smirk up at him. One of his friends clears their throat dramatically and rises pulling your attention to him. 

“It would be my honor,” he bows ridiculously deep. “To be the high septon for you both tonight.” Aegon looks up at him with a toothy grin. 

“And I, the witness.” the blonde stands. 

“Shall you be our flower girl then?” you nod your head at his remaining friend and they laugh. 

“Yes, yes,” Aegon giggles, nodding his head and you turn to him at the sound seeing his face light up. “Then it’s settled. Get to it. Tell us when our ceremony is ready.” you watch as his friends jump to their feet and start moving things around. 

“I didn’t plan on getting married tonight.” you look at Aegon who is already watching you. 

“Oh Gods.” he buries his head in his hands. “You’re getting cold feet?” he looks up at you as you try to hide your smile. 

“I’d say tepid.” he groans and leans back until he’s laying on the ground. 

“You wound me, my betrothed.” he pulls you down onto his chest. He brings your lips to his and you scoot further up to press yourself against him. His hands find your ass and dig into it pulling a gasp from your mouth. 

“This seems like coercion, my Prince.” you mumble against his lips. He chuckles, bringing one of his hands up to your hair and bringing you back down to his lips. 

“Now, now, no fucking until its official.” his friends let out small giggles and you begin to untangle. “Come all to witness the Prince marry the one he has claimed.” you both chuckle seeing his friends gather closer to the fire. 

Aegon helps you up and leads you over to his friends and they begin to move you both around. You walk with one of his friends to the end of the gravel walkway and wait until Aegon is next to the false septon. Aegon whispers to his friend with a smile and he pulls back and looks at him with scrunched brows. You hear a loud exhale and watch as he winces before he starts to talk again. 

“I’ll now have you all turn your attention to Aegon's chosen whore.” you cover your mouth as you begin to laugh. Aegon watches you with a smile and holds his hand out towards you. His friend next to you tosses grass around while you walk up to Aegon. 

“Your chosen whore?” you look up at him with a grin. 

“Let the Gods look down and bear witness to this union. Bless them with many orgasms and drinks. Many sleepless nights and hungover mornings. Gods if you can hear this please bless this woman’s cunt from how thoroughly the Prince is going to fuck it tonight.” you can’t stop your snort of laughter and Aegon pulls you closer. “With the Gods as my witness I now announce you man and wife.” Aegon's lips smash to yours as he lifts you into his arms. 

“Pick a ring.” he holds up his hand to you. “Just for now. I’ll get you one tomorrow.” he mumbles against your lips. You grab the ring closest to you and slip it on your hand and he slowly sets you back down. 

“I don’t have a ring for you.” you look up at him. 

“Let me have your small clothes.” he sinks to the ground. 

“Aegon.” you softly scold. He smirks as you flush above him. He disappears under your skirts and starts to pull your small clothes down. He places a soft kiss on your slit before pulling them down to your ankles and having you step out. 

“Thank you.” he wraps them around his wrist and his friends cheer and laugh watching the exchange. Aegon grabs your hand and tugs you away from the fire and spins you around the open field. You look and see his friends leaving the both of you and going back to drinking. You rest your head against his chest as he sways you under the moon. “What if I’m the one who begs for a true betrothal in the morning?” he mumbles, holding you closer so you can’t look up at his flushed face. 

“Aegon.” you chuckle hearing his heart's rapid beating. 

“Let me court you at least.” his hands squeeze your waist. “Please.” he presses his forehead against yours, finally taking in your eyes. 

“Why do you want to court me?” you roll your eyes. 

“Cause you’re my chosen whore and you laugh with my friends.” you raise your brows. 

“Wow Aegon. I didn’t know your expectations were so high.” he hears your laugh but it doesn’t have the same ring to it. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” he stops swaying with you to really look at you. “I just- I don’t know, I think you're perfect and funny. You’re so beautiful. You like Sunfyre and want to race with us. You don’t think I’m some pig.” he rambles before seeing the grin form on your face. “Fuck,” he groans shutting his eyes. “I don’t know what to say without sounding stupid.” he looks down when you lean your head against his chest once more. 

“I think your stupidity is endearing.” you smile as he holds you closer. 

“Then let me court you so you can be around my stupidity more often.” he starts to regain some of his confidence. “You’ll be closer to my cock too.” you pull back to look up at him with a smile. “I can arrange it so your chambers are next to mine.” he nods. 

“I don’t even know if I like your cock yet.” you purse your lips. “What if it’s tiny? What if you don’t fuck me the way I want?” you watch his eyes light with amusement. 

“Then let’s go back to the Keep.” he starts tugging you in the direction of Sunfyre.

“Why?” you chew your lip with a smile, almost jogging to keep up with his pace. 

“So we can find out if you like my cock or not.” he turns to take in your red cheeks. “And it’s our wedding night.” he pulls your hand to his mouth as we start to pass his friends. 

“Enjoy bedding your wife.” one of his friends calls out and the rest of them laugh. 

“I’m sure the rest of the Keep will enjoy hearing it.” another calls out and he laughs helping you climb back up Sunfyre. 

Aegon helps you sit and smiles at your soft whine when your bare center meats the cold leather. He scoots you up and you whimper his name as his hands trail up your thighs. Sunfyre lifts you both into the sky and begins the journey to King's Landing. Aegon wraps the reins around the handles and brings his hands to you. His hand slips beneath your skirts and you push back into him. 

“Does that feel good, my wife?” he smiles feeling your body start to tremble. “Do you like the way my fingers feel when they play with your wet cunny?” he circles his fingers around your bud faster. 

“Oh Gods, husband.” you whine rocking against his hand. “Yes,” your soft whimpers have him turning your head and capturing your lips. You gasp into his mouth as he moves faster. 

“Gonna come again for me?” you nod your head as your legs start to shake. Your lidded eyes slide up to his as your pleasure washes through you. You wrap your hand around his wrist as he keeps swirling his fingers. “Need a break already?” he chuckles as you jerk against his hand. He pulls his hand out and leans you back against him. 

“Thank you.” you squirm as he presses his lips against your neck. 

“Once I get you in bed there will be no more breaks.” he bites down softly, smiling at your whimper. 

As Sunfyre circles the city you look at the streets still filled with people. Aegon watches your face light up and has Sunfyre soar over the city once more before landing at the pits. As you slide down into the cave you turn as Aegon starts to remove his riding gear. When he’s left in his tunic and trousers he walks over to you grabbing your hand. 

“Shall we go home?” he presses his lips to his ring on your hand. 

“Yes,” you nod looking up at him. “Let’s see if your cock is to my liking.” you hum and he starts tugging you down the stone halls. As you exit the dragon pits you look down upon the city at your feet. Aegon watches as a smile forms on your face and pushes away his desire, ready to parade you through the city and show you anything you want. 

“Do you want to walk back?” he watches you chew your lip in thought but your desire outweighs everything.

“Take me to bed now and show me the city later.” he’s pulling you to the carriage his guard is standing in front of and whisks you inside. When the door snaps shut he pulls you onto his lap and presses your lips together. “I’ve been dying to ride another dragon.” he groans as you start to pull at his trousers. 

“I’m not fucking you for the first time in this wooden box.” he grabs your wrist chuckling as you pout. He pulls you back down to his lips, letting you grind against him. You let out small whines as you feel his cock press into your bare center. He sighs in relief as the carriage comes to a stop and he pulls you off of him. As you step out into the night air he chuckles as you crane your neck up at the Keep. 

“Don’t laugh at me.” you squeeze his side. “I haven’t been here in years. My parents don’t come to court often.” you purse your lips. 

“I’ll show you everything later.” he pulls you in through the main doors and you trail after him looking around at the art on the walls. He leads you through the dim halls and up the stairs before he comes to a stop in front of a set of double doors. 

“Are these our chambers, husband?” he has you sealed inside before he responds and you take in his thoroughly lived in chambers. “You’re a little messy.” you nibble your lip trying to hide your smirk. 

“I don’t usually have anyone in my chambers.” he scrunches his brows. 

“Then where do you take your pleasure, Aegon?” you walk over to him and he blushes wondering how you got the upper hand at this moment. 

“Brothels and pleasure houses.” he mumbles looking down at you. 

“Will you take me to one?” his eyes widen at your request. “Not tonight.” you chuckle patting his chest. “Maybe when you sneak me out of my chambers that will be next to yours? We can see and try new things together.” Aegon's mind goes blank at your words. 

“Yes.” he nods his head quickly. “Gods yes. Please marry me.” you laugh and he’s pulling you to his chest and quickly starts to unlace your dress. He pulls it down your shoulders and leaves it discarded on the floor and stands back to look at you. “Gods I’m thankful that man never made you come.” he walks over to you letting his fingertips coast over your skin. 

“Why?” your voice shaky as you tremble under his touch. 

“Cause you left him for me.” he says with a smirk. “And I get to show you what real pleasure is.” you pull at his tunic as he starts to press his lips to your neck. He starts to kiss down your chest to your breasts while his fingers tease the underside of them. 

“Aegon,” you whine as his tongue glides across your nipple. 

“I’m sure he never offered these the proper attention either.” he circles the hard peak before blowing on it. He smiles watching you clench your legs before he sucks your nipple back into his mouth. When your fingers travel to his hair and softly tug is when he brings his hand between your thighs. He teasingly trails one finger down your slit and your fingers tighten in his hair. 

“Please,” your soft plea goes straight to his cock as he licks over to your other nipple. 

“I didn’t know whores begged.” he chuckles and you pull his hair tightly. 

“Maybe I should’ve picked a rider who could be quiet.” you purse your lips looking down at him and his hand lands on your ass. 

“No one else could ever make you feel as good as I can.” he bites teasingly next to your nipple before he backs you up to the bed. “Has anyone ever licked your sweet little cunny?” he lays you back watching a flush spread across your chest as you shake your head. “Can I?” you nod quickly and he kneels on the floor and slowly spreads your legs pressing his lips to the insides of your thighs. 

“Mm,” a soft moan falls from your lips and you watch him lick the sides of your slit. When his tongue pushes into your core your eyes fall shut. His tongue is slow and deliberate as he listens to how you react to each swipe and flick. Each small jerk of your hips spurs him on to keep showering you with pleasure. You arch off the bed when his tongue circles your bud and pulls you flush against his mouth fully devouring you.

“Aegon,” you gasp as your hand flies to his hair. “Oh Gods,” you rock against his mouth as his tongue lashes against you. Every noise that comes from you goes straight to Aegon's cock and makes him move his tongue faster. Your stomach tightens and you hold his face against you feeling your high quickly approaching. “Please, yes,” you cry out as your thighs slam around his head. Aegon moans into you, licking at you as you shutter above him. 

“Did you like that?” his tone teasing as he lifts up from you with a wet chin, licking his lips. 

“Yes,” you nod, still trying to catch your breath. You watch as he stands and starts to pull off his tunic and trousers. Your eyes travel to his cock and your legs spread a little wider.

“Is my cock big enough for you?” he fists himself watching you squirm up his bed as he walks towards you. “Do you think your little cunny will hug it nicely?” he taunts as he crawls over you on the bed lifting and scooting you up towards his pillows. He leans down and presses his lips to yours as his tip slides between your slit. “Does that feel good?” he chuckles watching you squirm as he slowly rocks his hips.

“Please Aegon,” you whine arching up into him. 

“What do you want?” he presses his lips against your neck. 

“Fuck me. Please,” you feel his cock twitch between your legs. “Aegon, please,” he lines himself up and slowly starts to push into you. “Yes.” the softest plea he’s heard comes from you as he rolls his hips. He repeats his actions a little faster to hear your noises. 

“You feel so good.” he groans as you wrap your legs around him. 

“Harder.” you hear his low chuckle before he snaps his hips into yours. He starts a harsh pace and pulls back to watch your pleasure take over your body. When his thumb brushes against your bud it takes you so unexpectedly that you pulse around him. “Aegon.” you cry out holding him tightly. “I’m-I, please,” your pleasure continues to wash through you as his pumps slow. 

“You did so good.” he hums, rocking into you once more. You peel your eyes open and look up at him as he presses into you slowly. “Taking me so well.” a small whine comes from you at his words. “Hugging my cock so tightly.” he presses his forehead against yours. 

“More.” the word barely audible. You jerk your hips up and he smirks, hammering back into you once more. “Thank you,” your small gasps start to come out more high pitched as he snaps into you. “Please,” your body goes taut as waves of pleasure wash through you. 

“Fuck,” Aegon groans, burying his head in your neck as he spills his pleasure into you. You pull his lips down to yours while you both softly rock into each other. He pulls back and watches your face scrunch with pleasure as he keeps rolling his hips into you. “So?” he looks down at you. 

“Hm?” you raise an eyebrow. “Aegon,” you whimper as his hips continue to push into you. 

“You said our marriage depended on my cock. How’d I do?” you blink up at him as you still feel every inch of him buried in you as he chuckles. “Tell me.” he presses his lips to your neck.

“You fucked me so good,” you breathe out and he smiles hearing your soft gasps. “Fuck me again just so I know you can do that more than once.” you smirk as he lifts up and looks down at you with a raised brow. He pulls out of you and flips you over quickly. 

“Oh my sweet wife,” he chuckles, lifting your hips. “That was only the beginning.” he watches you fist the sheets as he slams into you. He leans over you slowly snapping his hips into you listening to your moans. “How does this feel? Hm?” he whispers in your ear as he keeps pushing into you. 

“Aegon,” he chuckles, hearing his name slurred on your tongue. He slows his thrusts and you whine rocking your hips back. 

“I asked how it was, not who was fucking you so thoroughly.” he smiles feeling you squeeze around him tightly. “Tell me.” he snaps into you once before slowly grinding you into the bed. 

“Please,” you arch your ass up into him and gasp when his hand lands on your ass. 

“My little wife, if you don’t answer my question properly I won’t let you come again.” he smiles hearing the frustrated whimper come from you. 

“Feels so good, Aeg.” you pant. “So fucking good. Please, husband.” he kisses your shoulder before lifting up and pounding into you. You whine as his fingers dig into your hips and you feel your high building. 

“I feel you squeezing me so tightly.” he chuckles, moving his hands to dig into the soft flesh of your ass. “Is your little cunny wanting me to fill it again?” he watches your elbows give out as you slide against his sheets with every thrust. He listens to your soft pleas and whines and the second you pulse around him he’s filling you. “I’m never letting you go.” he groans, pulling out of you. 

“I want to do that again.” you pant, turning your head to him as he collapses next to you. 

“I’m nowhere near done for the night.” he turns to you with a lazy grin. 

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part 2

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[fullscoreshenanigans]

I wonder how much Sisters are in the HQ. Because even if the selection is hard, a lot much sucess.

Isabella's orphenage ship 6 children by year, so 6 new kids must be given to her.

There are 5/6 orphenages for Grace Field. So 30/36 children shipped by year and 30/36 new given to the orphenage. EVERY YEAR. So even if it's sure that the Sisters gave birth of more than one child (only the Mother can have only on).

Because if 30/36 children must be given by year to orphenages, 30/36 must waiting their turn in the nursery and as much sister must be pregnant. I think that every sister has the right to take a break after a pregnacy.

For Exemple if Sienna is the mother of both Emma and Carol, seen there are more or less 10 years between them, it probably mean that there had at least one kid between them. Maybe more.

So i think that, even if the selection is rude, a lot of girls survives. Because if they need 30/36 new babies by years...

And it's just Grace Field. It must be worse at Great Vallley (especially that Barton must have took a lot of children for his huting ground)

[Response to this ask]

I'm not sure where you're getting all moms having only one child being common from?

From your previous ask:

Isabella is an anomaly when it comes to moms in that she's the youngest one to ever be selected in the history of at least the current incarnation of Grace Field that's been around for roughly 400 years.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 1 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 181.2 | Chapter 181.3) Her excellent test scores at the farm and later at headquarters combined with favoritism from Sarah led to her placement being expedited. With there being an extremely limited number of mom positions, most sisters (because they're all sisters first, Isabella being the exception and not the rule) are left waiting for years, and this is what results in them having multiple children if they don't retrain for another path, not that moms are limited to having a single child. If anything, you'd think they'd want more children bred from those who reach that position, so the time spent waiting for spots to open up would be beneficial for the demons. Sarah had enough sway to persuade those in charge to get a recent graduate of the sister training in there, though, so Isabella was able to skip to the front of the wait list.

And it's confirmed there's five plants plus headquarters for Grace Field.

(Chapter 29 | Chapter 100 | S1 Episode 4)

So assuming there are no oddities, they're averaging 30 kids per year between the five, and if each plant maintains the same number of children plant no.3 normally does, there's around 190 kids at a given time outside of Grace Field headquarters prior to Isabella taking over as grandma when she reduces the number of shipments beginning in mid-January 2046, which is kind of wild given how low it is already.

(Chapter 181.3)

So I think that, even if the selection is rude, a lot of girls survives. Because if they need 30/36 new babies by years...

The second light novel does say this, yes.

Even if it's hard to calculate exactly how that math works out with how gleeful Sarah seems about eliminating Cecile and Krone's entire class, along with not having any information about how often the moms are recommending girls for sister candidacy.

(Chapter 181.2)

Chapter 166's bonus sketch gives us headquarters' layout, but no listing of how many people it accommodates, though it does look massive between this and the amount of running around the kids do in the Return to Grace Field arc.

It must be worse at Grand Valley (especially that Bayon must have took a lot of children for his hunting ground)

To be fair, those children were going to be eaten regardless, so Bayon Sr. taking some for his hunting grounds isn't altering the general death count, just where it's being distributed.

(Chapter 84 | Mystic Code Book Chapter 7 Series Timeline)

Sometime between 1801–1900, Bayon is looking so miserable some of the staff of the farms he's in charge of start shipping children to him alive.

I'm defaulting to this being at Yverk's or Leuvis' behest—Yverk as a means of keeping Bayon comfortable in order to maintain the status quo of Legravalima's regime, Leuvis as a means of satisfying the hunger he knows still resides in his friend—but maybe they just decided to do it on their own because of how bad he looked, who can say.

Regardless, he's approached by another party to begin his hunts, and it isn't until he's given this push that he gives into his impulses again when he told Leuvis centuries ago he was committed to upholding the promise, in a similar manner to how we see Bayon Jr. adhere to upholding decorum and duty during the gathering for Tifari in 2047.

Bayon Sr. starts off with one human every three months, but after that it's hard to gauge exactly how the numbers ramped up. Over two hundred years, it was in the hundreds to potentially thousands.

I'm assuming it maxed out between five and ten at a time, though. Enough of a significant gap where Bayon accepts Peter's offer to use Goldy Pond, originally meant to be a village of refuge for escaped cattle children in James' plan, as his new hunting ground starting in late 2031 with more humans and supplies being available to him.

(Chapter 98)

63 - 17 (15 Grace Field escapees and 2 adults not counted among the Goldy Pond population by Bayon) = 46 children who escaped from Goldy Pond on January 29, 2046 after a hunt had taken place the previous day. We don't know how many children are killed during regular hunts, but I'm guessing they would keep the population between 50 and 60 at any given time. Enough of a thrill to entice Bayon to take Peter's offer, not enough between the 18 farms he supervised or was in charge of to give unaware staff pause to want to stick their noses into noble business because the yield between them was vast enough to make it negligible.

(Mystic Code Book Chapter 3)

Grand Valley, Glory Bell, and Goodwill Ranch are large enough that the demons don't invest in implanting trackers in the children like at Grace Field because it's too costly, though once the mass production farms begin during Peter's tenure as the 36th head of the Ratri Clan, the minuscule dent Bayon's hunts put on Grand Valley's output is even less conspicuous.

[shizuturnspages]

UR WRITING IS SOOOOO YUMMY I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

can i pls get a yan ayato with a foreigner reader (preferably from mondstat :D)🫶

Awh, I'm so glad you love my writing 🥰

A Bloom Far From Home

Synopsis: You’re a foreigner in Inazuma, visiting from Mondstadt, seeking something new, a fresh adventure. You didn’t expect to meet someone like Kamisato Ayato, the Head of the Kamisato Clan, a man of power, grace, and intrigue. But your presence captures his attention in a way no one else’s ever has. His politeness is captivating, his charm undeniable, and it doesn’t take long before you find yourself in his grasp—whether you want to be there or not. Pairing: Yandere Ayato x Foreigner Reader of Monstadt

The first time Ayato saw you, he knew. This one was different. You were foreign—obviously so—your clothes marked with the free-spirited cuts and colours of Mondstadt, your manner too relaxed, too genuine. In a sea of careful masks and etiquette, you were a wildflower from across the sea, untamed and breathtaking.

It wasn’t long before you caught his attention in more ways than just appearances. You laughed too freely. You spoke your mind without a second thought. You trusted people far too easily in the dangerous world of Inazuma.

It was adorable.

It was stupid.

It was dangerous.

And it made Ayato want to lock you away before anyone else even thought about stealing you from him.

You had arrived in Inazuma for some "soul-searching," you told him once, smiling brightly over tea. Ayato smiled too, ever the perfect nobleman, but his mind was elsewhere—imagining you caged like a delicate bird, imagining your voice reserved only for him, your trust given solely to him.

You thought the Kamisato Clan’s head was kind. You thought he was generous to offer you a place to stay in the estate while you "found your footing" in this unfamiliar land. You had no idea he had engineered every meeting, every encounter, every kind gesture to lead you right into his waiting hands.

It began with small conversations, his voice calm, his smile always a little too smooth. He was interested in your stories, the way you spoke of Mondstadt’s freedom and its light-hearted ways. He envied that freedom, though he would never admit it aloud.

He’d find himself lingering near you, just to hear you talk about the winds of Mondstadt, about the songs of the Anemo Archon, about the lush landscapes and the open skies. He loved the way your eyes would light up as you described the place you came from, a place of joy and lightheartedness, a place that was so different from Inazuma.

“You speak of Mondstadt as if you left your heart there,” Ayato observed one evening as you sat together in the garden of the Kamisato Estate. The sunset painted the sky in hues of pink and purple, but it seemed to pale in comparison to the way you spoke of your homeland.

“It’s not that,” you responded, your voice light but a hint of longing in your tone. “I love it here in Inazuma, but there’s something about Mondstadt that feels like home. I guess I’m just homesick.”

Ayato’s smile faltered for just a moment, but it quickly returned. “It’s rare to see someone so… openly attached to their homeland,” he remarked, leaning in closer, eyes sharp with unspoken intent. “But I suppose that’s part of what makes you so… intriguing.”

You shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his gaze making you feel as if you were standing on the edge of a precipice. There was something in his eyes, something dark that you couldn’t quite place. But Ayato was always polite, always composed. So, you laughed it off, turning your gaze back to the garden.

“I just enjoy the freedom that comes with being from Mondstadt,” you explained, trying to keep the conversation light. “The winds, the way the city feels like it’s alive. I guess I’ve always felt like I could go anywhere, do anything.”

Ayato’s eyes darkened for a brief moment, his fingers tightening around his tea cup. He had always admired freedom in others—after all, it was something he could never afford himself. But hearing you speak of it so casually, as though it was a given, stirred something possessive within him.

“And yet,” he began, voice low and almost gentle, “here you are, far from home, in a land that demands so much. Do you not fear losing yourself in this place? In a place where everything can feel like it’s out of your control?”

You looked at him curiously, but before you could respond, Ayato was already standing, moving around the table with a fluid grace that only added to his intimidating presence.

He crouched down beside you, his fingers brushing lightly against your wrist in a way that felt too intimate for just a passing moment. “You are so far from home, yet so close to me,” he whispered, his voice laced with an unspoken promise. “Would you not stay here? Let me show you what it means to be with someone who can truly understand you, who can offer you the same protection that your homeland offers, if not more?”

You pulled your wrist back instinctively, though Ayato’s gaze never wavered. His expression remained soft, almost tender, but his eyes… his eyes betrayed something darker, something that made your heart race in a way that left you uneasy.

“I’m just visiting,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. “I don’t plan on staying long.”

Ayato smiled, a smile that sent a chill down your spine. “No. I don’t think you’ll be leaving anytime soon.”

The days that followed were a blur, a mixture of polite conversations and intense, almost unnerving glances. Ayato began to subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, insert himself into your daily life. The little things—he would show up unannounced at places you frequented, offer you gifts from his personal collection, and insist on walking you back to your accommodations.

It wasn’t just his presence that became overwhelming, but his attentiveness. His ability to read you as if you were an open book. The way he’d ask questions about your past, your family, the friends you left behind in Mondstadt, and how he seemed to absorb every detail. It was as if he were collecting pieces of you, as if you were already his, and he was merely biding his time until he could claim you fully.

But it was when you tried to push back, to assert your own will, that you saw the cracks in Ayato’s composed exterior.

“I’m not staying forever, Ayato,” you told him one evening, feeling the weight of his gaze like a heavy stone on your chest. “I have my life back home. My friends. My family.”

Ayato’s expression hardened for the briefest of moments, his lips pulling into a thin, tight line. “But you belong to me now,” he said softly, his tone unyielding, though his voice didn’t raise in anger. Instead, there was something even more dangerous in his calm words. “Whether you want to or not, you are mine.”

His fingers brushed against your cheek, the touch soft, but the command in his voice unmistakable.

“You may think you can leave, but I’ll make sure you never do.”

The days turned into weeks, and the sense of unease in your chest grew, but Ayato never once showed any signs of backing down. You had become a part of his world now, and the more you tried to pull away, the closer he came. He was a storm—calm on the surface, but beneath it, something dark, something possessive, constantly simmering.

In the end, you realised that Ayato was not the man who would let you go. Not when you were his, no matter how far you tried to run.

He would make sure of that.

[aphroditesradiance]

☆𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝓧 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻☆

The war tore through the skies like a cursed song—wings of fire, dragons shrieking above castles and fields, and blood staining the cobblestones of once-proud halls. It was not a war of strangers. It was a war of kin.

And in the very heart of it, she loved him.

Princess Y/n Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, named heir to the Iron Throne, dragonrider of Vhaelyx, a she-dragon with wings like shadowed moonlight—was bound to Aemond Targaryen by something older than thrones, older than war.

By love. By fate. By doom.

They met in secret, long before war turned brother against brother.

It had started with a stolen moment in the Red Keep, when both had been children—she visiting under the pretense of peace, and he nursing quiet rage behind his single violet eye. She had not feared him, not even then. In truth, she had found him… fascinating.

Their true meetings began years later, just before the war broke.

In Dragonstone’s skies and Driftmark’s shores, they crossed paths with wary curiosity. Aemond on Vhagar, monstrous and eternal. Y/n on Vhaelyx, sleek and agile. Their dragons circled each other in midair, a dance of challenge—and unspoken understanding.

“What is this, Princess?” he asked her once atop the cliffs of Blackwater Bay. “A threat? Or a courtship?”

She had tilted her head, eyes burning silver in the moonlight. “Would it matter if it were both?”

Aemond had smirked. “Then let us burn the world.”

But neither truly believed they would be forced to. Not then.

The first battle came swift and brutal.

Blood had been drawn—Lucerys was dead. Vhagar’s maw had swallowed him in a storm of lightning and grief, and Aemond… Aemond had changed.

When next Y/n saw him, it was across the battlefield.

Dragon to dragon. Brother to sister. Lover to lover.

He should have burned her from the sky. Instead, he held Vhagar back, pulling her away at the last moment as Vhaelyx shrieked defiance and scorched the trees below.

Their love had become treason. A curse. A crack in the foundation of the war itself.

They met again at Harrenhal.

Neutral ground. Broken ground.

Y/n came cloaked in shadows, Vhaelyx waiting in the woods beyond the towers. Aemond stood in the ruined hall with his sword unsheathed.

“I shouldn’t have come,” she said, her voice low.

“I prayed you would,” he answered.

There were no declarations, no vows. Just hands grasping at armor clasps, desperate lips bruising with longing, and soft gasps swallowed in the dead of night. They were fire and fury, guilt and desire. They were born for war and found peace only in each other’s arms.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispered into her hair.

“Then let it be gentle,” she murmured.

But there was no gentleness in war.

She returned to Dragonstone bearing more than secrets—she bore guilt.

Rhaenyra’s eyes searched hers, always too sharp, too knowing.

“You’ve seen him,” her mother said one night. “Aemond.”

Y/n didn’t deny it. “I would never betray you.”

“No. But you may break in the process.”

Her mother did not forbid her. That was worse. That meant Rhaenyra knew it could not be stopped.

The war escalated.

King’s Landing became the crown jewel both sides bled for. Smoke choked the skies. More dragons died—Seasmoke, Meleys, Tyraxes. The dragonpit was no longer sanctuary. It was a tomb.

And still they met.

On storm-lashed cliffs, in forgotten ruins, in the shadow of their dying world.

“Run with me,” he begged her once. “We could fly east. Beyond the Free Cities. Beyond all of this.”

“And leave them all to die?” she asked. “Would you abandon your mother?”

His silence was answer enough.

And yet, in her heart, she wanted it—freedom. Peace. A life without thrones or crowns.

But war did not grant mercy.

It was the Battle at Rook’s Rest that shattered everything.

Rhaenys fell. Her dragon, Meleys, was torn from the sky by Vhagar and Sunfyre. And when Y/n returned from the north with Vhaelyx, too late to aid them, she saw it—her kin, burning. Her people, dying.

Something broke inside her.

When she saw Aemond next, there was no embrace. Only silence.

“You let her die,” she said.

“I followed orders.”

“You followed Aegon.”

He didn’t deny it. “He is my king.”

“And I am your what, Aemond?” she demanded. “Your enemy? Your whore?”

“No,” he said. “You are my heart.”

But the words were ash on her tongue.

She left him there, in the snow, sword in hand. She didn’t look back.

Months passed. Death came to all—Daemon, Helaena, Rhaenyra’s other children. Even her mother was swallowed by betrayal and fire in King’s Landing.

And through it all, Y/n rose.

The last dragonrider of her house. The Queen in exile. The heir without a mother.

But she was not alone.

He came to her in secret, bleeding and broken after the fall of Aegon. The city was rubble. The crown lay in pieces. No victor. Only survivors.

“I have nothing left,” he said.

“You have me,” she answered.

And for the first time in years, they let themselves believe in something more.

Together, they flew.

Vhaelyx and Vhagar, scarred and weary, soared toward the Vale, where Y/n’s last supporters remained. Not as enemies. As a new order.

“I want no throne,” Aemond said.

“Then kneel beside me, not before me.”

He did.

And when they came to the gates of the Eyrie, hand in hand, dragonfire lighting the dawn behind them, the people knelt—not to a conqueror. But to a queen who had survived.

Epilogue — Two Years Later

Peace was fragile, but it held.

The war had burned itself out. The dragons—fewer now—still roamed the skies, but no longer at war with one another.

Queen Y/n Targaryen ruled from Dragonstone, not with fear, but with purpose. By her side, not as king, but as consort and protector, stood Aemond Targaryen.

He had changed.

The rage had quieted. The eye no longer burned with hatred, but with love, with loyalty, with something like hope.

Children played in the halls now—silver-haired and strong, chasing each other down the steps where once only shadows lingered.

Vhaelyx and Vhagar nested high in the cliffs, watchful, eternal.

And sometimes, when the moon was full and the stars danced over the sea, Y/n would stand with Aemond on the edge of the cliff and whisper, “We should’ve died in that war.”

And he would say, “We did. But we were reborn.”

Together.

Always.

Words- 4017

[rpmemes-galore]

Within Temptation : Resist album ... sentence starters

"Is it worth dying for?"

"You're so despicable."

"You keep crawling on."

"You won't escape me."

"Time, I need more time!"

"You're hunting a miracle."

"Our freedom is worth it all."

"We're living in a mad world."

"Oh, why can't we rise, again?"

"Nothing of the heart remains."

"You're fighting an endless war."

"I'm slowly learning how to be me."

"I'm waiting for your last goodbye."

"You've turned the truth inside out."

"You turned my world upside down."

"My heart is lost between the stars."

"Can't control the restless part of me."

"Isn't it strange that love is in the way?"

"We know that nothing stays the same."

"Feel no remorse, light will be breaking."

"You get inside my head, I want you out."

"When the lights go down, I'm still here."

"Don't fight with me, don't fight with me."

"Don't close your eyes, it won't disappear."

"We rise against, we'll always hold the line."

"'Cause I've been betrayed on holy ground."

"I'm waiting for the light of your supernova."

"These days when I'm lost, I search the skies."

"And the weight that you feel pulls you down."

"The night has been long and so many've fallen."

"It's been a while since I told you that I hate you."

"What we had was so much more than I realized."

"You're in my blood, from the cradle to the grave."

"But what does it take to break you, to awake you?"

"We've been here long enough to know it's all in vain."

"I'm feeling the eyes of the fallen; they're watching me."

"You're pushing me into the corner, don't fight with me."

"Why is nothing ever easy? And the truth is never straight."

"And when you're reaching for the stars, they just cut you down."

"Here they come, again. Hear them whispering when your heart is bleeding."

[chibieggplant]

Destined Threads ~ Part Two

Part 2/2 | Part One

Red thread of fate au

Sanji stood at the top of the stairs of the Going Merry, calmly smoking a cigarette with a gentle smile on his face. The sound of the wind whistling around him and the smell of the seawater reminded him that he was now a pirate. A free man. He looked down at his hand and flexed the little pinky finger where the red thread remained. He felt a rush of excitement as he pondered what lay ahead for him. He couldn't shake the hope that he would eventually come across you while sailing the seas.

As he thought, he couldn’t help but look up at the sky, the clear blue skies making him happy as he thought about the future. “One day, I will find you, my darling,” he thought. Thinking about the possibility of meeting you made his heart flutter. His smile grew as the thought of finally meeting you filled his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the salty sea air fill his lungs. It was time for him to start searching the seas. He could feel it. He could feel your presence out there and knew you were also waiting on him. He would find you or die trying.

After embarking on countless thrilling adventures, sharing joyous moments, and overcoming heart-wrenching challenges alongside his loyal crew, his family, Sanji eventually found himself in the land of Wano. The streets bustled with people and energy, alive with the sound of music pouring out from nearby bars and food stalls, the contagious laughter of people echoing through the air. It was a beautiful sight as the celebration of the downfall of Kaido and Orochi took place. The night sky was now clear and full of stars. Sanji strolled through the night, accompanied by Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp, sharing laughter as they walked down the street.

You also walked with your friends down the busy street with a smile, watching people celebrate the liberation of Wano. It was a time to drink, eat, and be happy after 20 years of darkness. As you looked around, you noticed a couple strolling hand in hand, which made your expression falter slightly. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy creeping into your heart. However, you shook your head and swiftly pulled yourself out of your trance. You thought that now that the land of Wano would be open, you might finally have a chance to find him.

Sanji found himself smiling as he observed the people of Wano revelling in their newfound freedom after Kaido's downfall. However, his smile faded abruptly when he noticed a couple, hand in hand, strolling by. It was a brief sight, but it was enough to make Sanji feel a familiar sadness. Seeing the happy couple holding hands made him think about his loneliness as he looked down at his little finger. He quickly forced his expression back to his usual happy-go-lucky expression; he didn’t want the others to notice his melancholy moment. He pushed the feeling aside and continued to follow the others.

You continued to walk, enjoying the festival with your friends despite the pang of sadness in your heart. You looked down at your little finger with a sad smile but still held out hope as you sighed and turned to your friends. They laughed and smiled as they tried to drag you to a festival game. “Cheer up, y/n! Tonight is a night of celebration. Stop looking so gloomy,” your friend chirped, pulling you with her.

“Oh, come on, I'm not being gloomy!” You laugh in protest as you let your friend pull you along. “Yes, you are. You've been sulking every time you see a happy couple,” She scoffs playfully. “Now, come on and help us win some prizes.”

As Luffy, Zoro, and Usopp happily chatted, Sanji couldn’t help but feel his thoughts becoming too loud. He couldn’t focus on the conversation; his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from wandering into that lonely place. He could tell he was starting to frown again, but just before he could snap out of it and put on his happy appearance for the others, the sound of a girl’s voice pulled his attention.

The girl's voice jolted Sanji back to reality, prompting him to shift his focus towards its source. He cast a curious glance around the area and spotted you. The sight of you instantly pulled a gasp out of him. With his eyes locked on you, his mind went blank, and a warm blush spread across his cheeks. Sanji was instantly enamored. His cheeks began to grow warmer as his thoughts raced. As Luffy and the others continued their conversation, Sanji completely zoned out. The moment he saw you, he was left breathless, stunned for a brief moment.

Your friend let out a frustrated groan after missing the target several times. "This game is totally rigged!" She complained. “Hand it over,” you said with a smirk as you took the gun from her. "Just watch and learn.” You lined up your shot, and after taking two attempts, you skillfully hit the bullseye.

Sanji watched you closely; his gaze fixated on your every move. He couldn’t help but feel his heart race as he watched you with admiration. After hitting the target with just two shots, he gasped in amazement at your skill and couldn’t help but smile at your victory. After celebrating your victory joyfully, you happily accepted a prize: a charming plush brown bear, all with a smile on your face. “She’s perfect,” he mumbled, entirely entranced by you.

The sound of your cheerful giggle and laughter made Sanji’s heart sing. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you happily celebrated your win. You were absolutely mesmerizing and beautiful. He found himself falling for you with each passing moment. Your smile, your laughter, and the way you carried yourself captivated him, drawing him even deeper under your spell. He was so disoriented that he didn't even realize his little finger twitching involuntarily.

You started teasing your friend with a triumphant smile, holding up your prize, "See who's gloomy now-" your words trailed off as you locked eyes with a blond man standing in the crowd.

Sanji felt as if time stood still when his eyes locked with yours. His heart seemed to skip several beats as he looked at you, feeling a rush of emotions washing over him. Sanji was no stranger to being infatuated with women, but at that moment, he thought, "So this is what they mean by love at first sight."

As he grappled to gather his thoughts, Sanji's eyes widened as he became aware of something peculiar. His little finger was twitching, almost as if attempting to communicate with him. It was almost like a spark, a sign of something new and unexplainable. It felt as though the thread sensed your presence, wanting to draw him closer to you.

As your words faded away, you found yourself unable to look away from the blond man standing there. He seemed familiar as if you had seen him somewhere before. You felt your little finger twitch. The string around your finger felt as if it was tugging you, like a magnet pulling you in, and at that moment, you just knew. You wordlessly handed the plush bear to your friend and headed over to him without saying a word.

Sanji observed as you handed the plush to your friend and began to walk towards him, causing his breath to catch in his throat. The string on his little finger seemed to be tugging him forward as if it also wished for him to move in your direction. Like it was leading him to you, he was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions - a blend of excitement, relief, and nervousness all rolled into one. A voice in his head urged, "Don't just stand there, idiot." He struggled to swallow as he started walking through the crowd, never once taking his eyes off you. It seemed like nothing else in the world existed for him, only you. He was entirely overwhelmed by the flood of emotions rushing through his mind. His heart and mind were on the verge of bursting at the mere sight of you. He had to make contact with you, reach out, and touch you to reassure himself that you were real.

Your pace quickened with excitement as you were sure it was him. It just had to be. You noticed a red thread wrapped around his pinky finger as you approached him. Your eyes sparkled with confirmation, and you quickened your pace even more. It was definitely him!

Seeing you rush forward, Sanji also felt a surge of urgency to reach you. His thoughts raced as he considered his next words and actions. He was on the verge of reaching you, so close that he could almost touch you.

You practically threw your arms around his shoulders when you reached him, chuckling cheerfully in disbelief at the fact that he was there. Right there, after all these years, you finally found him—your soulmate.

As your arms wrapped around his shoulders, he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. It was as if all time had stopped, and it was just the two of you in this moment. He felt overwhelming joy and relief wash over him as he held you close. It was everything he had ever hoped for and more. At that moment, he knew he was right where he was supposed to be.

"It's you," you whispered, breathless, as you leaned back with a sunny smile to meet his gaze. Your mind was racing as your eyes scanned his face, taking in all the details. He was cute. No, he was handsome. You lifted your hand to sweep aside the hair covering his eye. His eyebrows had a charming curl, which prompted a soft chuckle of admiration to escape your lips. “Cute~”

As you spoke, Sanji felt a warm blush spread across his cheeks. Your voice was like music to his ears, and when you called him "cute," it made his stomach do somersaults. As you brushed his hair away, he couldn't help but smile warmly and nervously at you. "You're more beautiful than I could have ever imagined," he said softly, his voice full of adoration. He was utterly captivated by you, wishing the moment could stretch into eternity. As you released your embrace from around his neck, his hand slowly found yours, and he gazed at the string tied around your little finger. It was the string that linked him to you. He couldn't believe that this was real. His soulmate was standing right in front of him. He wanted to say so many things to you, but words failed him.

His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand as he held it. He felt like he was dreaming. Or maybe he had died and gone to heaven, and this was his reward for all his life's hardships. No, he could feel your warmth through his fingertips. This was real. You were real. His racing thoughts gradually subsided as he began to grasp the reality of the situation. He finally said the one thing that had been on my mind since the moment I laid eyes on you, “I finally found you.”

You found it difficult to look away from him as you struggled to contain your excitement. You were eager to connect with him and discover everything about him. After all those years of dreaming, it felt surreal that he was finally here, standing right in front of you. “M-my name is y/n, by the way”, you exclaimed, starting to feel a little shy now.

“Y/n…” Sanji repeated your name almost dreamily, savouring the way it sounded. It was a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, he thought. He couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive as you smiled back at him, completely enchanting him. The sheer breathlessness he felt around you caused him to stumble over his words. “I-I’m Sanji,” he lifted your hand to his lips and softly kissed your knuckles in a tender and sweet gesture. The sensation of your skin against his caused a wave of warmth to wash over him, leaving him feeling slightly lightheaded. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n."

The soft tone of his voice as he said your name made your heart flutter in a way you never thought was possible. The sincerity in his eyes was enough to make your knees weak. You couldn’t help but smile in response, your heart swelling with happiness. “Sanji…” You repeated his name, savoring every syllable like it was a sweet treat.

As his name echoed from your lips, Sanji's heart overflowed with love. He adored the way you said it, the way your voice seemed to wrap around the syllables with a gentle caress. He could listen to you say his name on repeat and never grow tired of it. His gaze softened as he reached up and cupped your face with one hand, his thumb gently tracing the contour of your cheek. "I’ve been thinking about you since I was a child. I feel like I've known you my whole life already."

His voice was as soothing as a melody, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. You savoured his touch, basking in the warmth of his hand on your cheek and the gentle caress of his thumb against your skin, feeling a sense of complete contentment. "I feel the same way,” you spoke softly. Your words were a mere whisper, but they held the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts.

Sanji felt his heart skip another beat at your words, his thumb involuntarily tracing small circles on your cheek. “It feels like I'm dreaming," he murmured, his voice tinged with amazement and disbelief. "But if it were a dream, it wouldn't have this much colour.” He couldn't help but feel relieved and at ease as he held you close. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly alive.

You were so struck by how incredibly sweet and romantic he was. He seemed absolutely perfect. You suddenly took his hand with a cheerful smile, intertwining your fingers with his. “Come with me.” You guided him away from the bustling festival street and made your way to a quieter spot.

Sanji's heart raced as you took his hand and led the way, your fingers intertwining with his in a perfect fit. He was filled with excitement as he trailed behind you, captivated by the graceful way you moved. The way you walked and turned to look back at him with a sunny smile. Every little detail sent a shiver of pleasure through him. He experienced a comforting feeling as he gently held your hand and obediently followed you without hesitation. “Lead the way, beautiful.” He smiled gently, feeling his heart race with anticipation.

You flashed a playful smile at him and guided him to the spot you had in mind. “Are you always this charming?”

As you turned back with a soft smile and playful sparkle in your eyes, Sanji’s heart leapt. He was utterly smitten by you, and every little thing you did made him fall even deeper under your spell. A smile spread across his face as he chuckled softly, his cheeks flushed pink. “Only for you, my love,” he teased, his tone light and flirtatious.

At last, you arrived at a quiet area overlooking the town. Sanji's eyes widened as he absorbed the scenery. Away from the bustling festival, the gentle light of the full moon seeped through the trees, enveloping the surroundings in a soft, romantic glow. The ground was scattered with a few wildflowers, their petals gently swaying in the soft breeze. It was an ideal spot for a romantic interlude. As you gazed at the city and the night sky, Sanji's eyes landed on your face, brimming with admiration and affection. His eyes followed your stare down to the city below, where he watched the distant lights of the festival dancing in the night.

You look over the city and the night sky, taking in view. “My friends are probably confused as to why I rushed off ” You let out a sheepish chuckle before turning to look at him. “But it was worth it.”

When you turned to look back at him with that radiant smile, he felt his knees go weak. “They will understand," he replied softly, stepping closer to you. "I'll take the blame if they get upset.

You looked up at him and smiled as he tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You're…you’re so…” You attempt to find the perfect words to portray him, but everything you thought of fell short. As you searched for the right words to describe him, Sanji couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. He gently reached out and took your hand, his thumb softly tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"You don't need to find the right words," he said softly, his voice filled with a warmth that matched the night air. "Just being here with you is enough."

“Where have you been my whole life?” You murmured your thoughts out loud. It was really starting to sink in, the whole idea of finding your soulmate, and it was bringing up a whirlwind of emotions.

Sanji couldn't shake the feeling of longing and regret for not being there for you all this time. He drew you close, enveloping you in a warm embrace, inhaling the delicate fragrance of your hair. "I’m here now," he whispered, his voice filled with a soft, warm tone. “And I'm never letting you go." As he uttered those words, he leaned back and tenderly lifted your chin, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “You look absolutely beautiful," he murmured, his voice brimming with sincerity. “I want to make sure you always feel loved and appreciated”

As he gently lifted your chin, your breath caught, and a pink blush flushed your cheeks. You were overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, and tears welled up in your eyes. “I-i never dreamed that you’d be so…” Once again, you struggled to find the right words. “You're like a prince from a fairytale,” you chuckled softly, only half joking.

Seeing the tears welling up in your eyes, Sanji's heart nearly broke, even though he knew they were tears of happiness. As he gazed at you, he couldn't help but feel his own emotions bubbling up. He gently wiped away a single tear with his thumb as it rolled down your cheek.

"I’m far from perfect," he whispered softly, his voice filled with vulnerability. "But for you, I'll try my damned hardest to be the man you deserve." While speaking, he found himself leaning in closer, bridging the gap between them and tenderly planting a sweet, affectionate kiss on your forehead. A slow smile spread across his face as he pulled back, a warm, gentle expression in his eyes. "You’ve got me wrapped around your pretty little fingers, you know that?" He chuckled softly before adding, "I’m completely and utterly smitten."

He gently raised your hand and tenderly kissed your knuckles, never breaking eye contact. The moonlight danced around the both of you while the festival lights flickered below, casting a warm glow as if the entire world was celebrating your last meeting.

"I can't wait to get to know every little thing about you,” you softly, your tone filled with admiration.

With a grin, he pulled you closer and held his cheek against your own, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he savoured the closeness. "You can ask me anything. I'm at your command, my dear," he spoke softly, his breath warm against your cheek. “Anything you want, I’ll answer any questions. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

You gladly returned his embrace, feeling at ease in his arms. After savouring the comfort of being with him, you decided to break the silence. “Kiss me~” You breathed out softly.

A shiver of excitement ran through Sanji as he heard your soft plea. His knees almost gave out at the thought of kissing you. After a moment, he managed to compose himself. "As you wish, my love," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mix of shyness and desire. He gently cupped your cheek with one hand and leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

As his lips met yours, Sanji felt a rush of warmth and pleasure flow through him. It was like fireworks had exploded in his brain. Your lips felt like butterflies against his, soft and delicate. He couldn't help but lean in closer, deepening the kiss. His free hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as he leaned his weight into you, his body craving your warmth and presence.

He reluctantly broke the kiss, but he didn't let you go. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes half-lidded and a soft smile on his lips. "Wow..." was all he could whisper, his voice filled with disbelief and adoration. He felt like he was floating on air; his head was dizzy with affection, and he couldn't help but brush his lips against yours once more. The taste of your lips was now burned into his brain that he committed to memory. He gently ran his free hand down your arm, his touch tender and caring, before interlacing his fingers with yours in a soft grip.

"Is it too soon to say that I'm completely and utterly in love with you?” He whispered softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

You shook your head, blushing and smiling at his words, feeling the same way. “My heart has always belonged to you.” You smiled, raising your pinky finger.

As your confession reached his ears, Sanji felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. A soft, shaky breath escaped him as he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing in contentment as he soaked in the depth of your words. A slow, gentle smile spread across his face as he pulled you into a tight embrace. His fingers tangled in your hair as he let out a shaky breath, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "I don't think I deserve you but, I’m never letting you go,” he whispered, his voice filled with a fierce determination as he tightened his grip around you.

As he held you in his arms, he couldn't help but let out a soft, shaky laugh, his expression filled with a mixture of sadness, joy, and disbelief. "I've been living for everyone else's sake my whole life," He confessed quietly. "But right now, I want to live for you. For us. I love you, y/n"

“Sanji…” You gaze into his eyes, you can clearly see his admiration and vulnerability shining through.

Sanji's heart fluttered for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. The way you said his name, so softly, so sweetly.

“I love you too” A sweet, gentle smile lit up your face as you looked at him. When those three words escaped your mouth, Sanji felt like his heart might explode. His hand gripped your cheek as he drew you nearer, a wide smile lighting up his face.

"Say it again," he whispered, his voice filled with an almost childish excitement. "Please just let me hear you say it again." You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his excited reaction, but you were more than happy to fulfil his request. “I love you, Sanji~”

As you uttered those three enchanting words again, Sanji couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of happiness welling up inside his chest. He was in disbelief that this moment was actually happening, hearing those words coming from your lips. Without a moment's hesitation, he embraced you tightly and whirled you around in a swift circle, letting out a joyful laugh. As he set you down, he maintained a strong hold on you, pressing his body close to yours while running his fingers through your hair. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

You found yourself unable to stifle a laugh as he twirled you around. “I think you think too highly of me.” You smiled, feeling at home with him. As your gentle laughter filled the air, Sanji's heart swelled even more. Your happiness was contagious, and he couldn't help but laugh along with you. He rested his chin against your head and draped his arms around you, a content sigh escaping him. "If anything, I should think higher of you," he chuckled and gave you a gentle squeeze. “I'll worship the ground you walk on, my love”

The night air was filled with a peaceful calm, the only sound being the crickets surrounding you and your steady breaths. Sanji kept hold of you, feeling the warmth of your body and the comfort of your presence. He released a deep sigh, his heart filled with contentment. "Promise me you'll stay with me," he murmured, his voice holding a touch of insecurity.

“I promise” You spoke with unwavering certainty. You had finally found him, so there was no way you were going to let him go him now. Sanji smiled softly as he heard your promise. He couldn’t help but feel relieved that you truly wanted him. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly loved and accepted. He held you close, reveling in the sensation of your body against his, which filled him with an unexplainable happiness.

“You’re perfect” He murmured softly while tenderly planting a kiss on the top of your head.

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Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 24

[The Silent Descent]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-Three] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Five] _____

(Warnings: Descriptions of injury, canonical violence)

As you make your way across to the other side of the walls, your eyes widen at the scene before you. Houses in the abandoned town of the Shiganshina District have been set aflame, blazing smoke rising to the skies, no doubt the work of the Colossal Titan; Bertholdt. Your heart pounds as you search the vicinity. First, you would check for survivors, then you would fight, with or without backup, though the latter would probably mean an imminent death. You shake that thought from your head. You'd made a promise to Levi. Until the end. You're not dying here. You can't. Flinging yourself through the buildings, you look to see the Colossal Titan, body somewhat smaller, or thinner somehow, trudging through the area towards the wall. But then, you see it, a mop of blond hair; it was Armin. 

You let yourself breathe out a sigh of relief that not all the Scouts had diminished with Bertholdt's transformation earlier as you flash to their vicinity in a second. "Armin!" you shout out as you land next to him, looking down and seeing that Jean and Mikasa are also present. Your squad is still alive. "C-Captain [y/n]!" The voices of your team stutter in surprise, relief instantly filling their faces at your presence, almost like you were an actual angel descended to Earth. They must've really had it rough. ‘Even your presence, Captain [y/n], brings people hope. Do not underestimate yourself.’ Somehow in that moment, Nurse Frida's voice rings through your mind. Was this what she meant? 

You turn to Armin. "The Colossal Titan, it's slimmer than usual," you state as Armin looks at you, relief clouding his eyes in your understanding as he frantically nods. "It's just as Hange said! The Colossal Titan is weak in a battle of attrition!" His bright blue eyes shine at the revelation. He reminds you of Erwin. "Eren's experiments," you say looking at him. "He could only transform three times. If that's the case for his 15-meter Titan, a 60-meter Titan must be less efficient." Armin continues to nod to your words in agreement. "And, there's the steam attack, too!" He adds as his mind collects the pieces and puts them into place. "I bet it's consuming everything except his skeleton to produce that steam!" You voice your agreement before turning to Jean. 

"The other members of our squad are they still alive?" You ask looking at him. "Y-yes Captain! Apart from Eren who's still on top of the walls, Sasha and Connie are still in the vicinity." You nod in confirmation. "What of Hange and their squad?" To this, Jean frowns before looking down slightly. "All within close range to Bertholdt when he transformed. We don't think any of them survived." Your heart shatters at that proclamation but you try to keep on a steady face, lips downturned. Hange... "C-Captain!" You turn to Armin who looks nervous but certain. "I have a plan!" You nod, allowing him to continue. "If I could ask you and the rest of the squad to draw Reiner away and defeat him. Eren and I will defeat Betholdt ourselves." Your eyes widen at his words, but his gaze does not falter. "The two of us can win and I'm going to prove it." 

You watch as he comes back to his usual self though as he stutters out, "I mean, p-please Captain! I swear-," but you interrupt him before he gets the chance. "I trust you, Armin, as does the Commander." You look at him in his widening gaze, you grasp him by the shoulder firmly. "Trust in yourself." You watch as he hesitantly nods, face becoming more determined and confident once again. "Leave Reiner to the rest of us," you say as you call Mikasa and Jean to your side. "Roger! Thank you, Captain!" You hear Armin yell out as you turn and give a firm nod, before flying to where the Armoured Titan should be. 

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You had met with Sasha and Connie, now the two of them along with Mikasa and Jean flying behind you in the streets. "We trust that Armin and Eren can handle the Colossal Titan, our focus is to prevent Reiner from interfering!" You call out to the rest of the squad who shout out in confirmation "Roger!" You all approach Reiner at full speed, but suddenly the Armoured Titan changes direction and sprints past you. A strong gust of wind hits you all, causing some of you to lose your balance. You grit your teeth as you realise his focus has changed to Eren. "It's too late!" You call out to the Scouts. "We're going to have to stop him by force!" You don't wait for an answer as you flash by to where the Armoured Titan has gone, the Scouts following you in acknowledgement. 

You grip one of the Thunder Spears you had taken as you fuelled up on gas earlier. Your body moves swiftly through the barren streets before you turn and fling the spear through the back of the left knee on the Armoured Titan. You release the handle trigger swiftly as the others catch up to you, watching Reiner's Titan lose balance. It reaches for the surrounding buildings, trying to stabilise itself but ultimately topples to the ground in a heap of debris. There is a thunderous boom at the impact as you turn to the squad. "If we can't distract Reiner from going to Eren and Armin, we finish him off here!" Connie, Sasha, Jean and Mikasa nod grimly. They would have to stop Reiner, someone they used to call a friend and comrade, but it was the only way. 

"We have three remaining spears!" Connie shouts out from behind you and you nod. You had one more strapped to your waist, Connie had one and so did Sasha. Suddenly a wave of hot air comes from the distance. You look up. The Colossal Titan that Armin and Eren had been fighting now emitted a warm gold glow, another wave of its steam attack rising in the air. You watch as Mikasa also turns and stops in worry, looking as though she wants to go to them. You grip her shoulder and she turns around. "Trust them." You say as she turns hesitantly back to the scene before meeting your eyes and nods determinedly. You still had to put an end to Reiner. 

The Armoured Titan is now on the ground, unable to get up, wondering how one blow had rendered his knee useless. You use his vulnerability to quickly turn to the squad that gathers around you. "We have three remaining spears. We have to take the chance now that he's immobile. Here's our plan. Jean and Mikasa, you go first, act as the decoy and make sure you get Reiner's attention." The two of them nod determinedly as you continue. "Sasha, Connie, while he's distracted you fire your spears at the jaw of the Titan. Once his Jaw slackens, I'll go in and kill him from the inside with my spear. Understood?" Sasha and Connie nod. "Either way this fight goes, this is where it ends!" You would all use the last remaining bits of your energy and resources on this final blow. Your last chance. 

Your squad yells out in confirmation, faces grim. They knew if they didn't succeed this would likely be the end of it all. No doubt, all of the Scouts on the other side of the wall have already met their deaths; you were alone. You could only hope that Levi would fulfil the final oath he took for Erwin and kill the Beast Titan, you could only hope that Armin and Eren succeed in stopping Bertholdt, you could only hope that you all would stop Reiner. "Alright then," you say as you turn to the Titan before you all, "get in position." At your words Jean and Mikasa shoot forward attaching to the Armoured Titan and surrounding buildings, letting out yells to gather his attention. 

Reiner reacts. Though unable to walk he uses his arms to destroy the buildings around him, trying to attack Mikasa and Jean. Using the destruction and distraction to their advantage, now Connie and Sasha go forward readying to fire their Spears. Connie shoots, aim sure as his spear ingrains itself into the Titans jaw, but then, there's a mishap. You watch as debris strikes Sasha in her head as she tries to shoot, rendering her unconscious. Her form falls, but Connie goes to catch her, shouting her name. You fly in front of Reiner, landing on a rooftop in front of him, but you know it's useless. Though Connie's spear damaged one side of his jaw, Sasha had missed, there wasn't an opening wide enough for you to throw in your spear. 

You grit your teeth. It's true, his mouth might not be open, but you'd have to try anyway. You would rather risk your own life over the lives of your subordinates. "Captain [y/n], wait, it's too risky!" Connie calls from a distance, as you ready yourself, heart pounding against your chest. You didn't know if you would make it. But then, a familiar voice fills the air and relief fills your system. "No, it's perfect!" You look up to see Hange, bloodied and injured, but alive. More importantly, they flung through the air, another Thunder Spear in their grasp. They shoot and aim perfectly, and the final spear connects and explodes on the other side of the jaw which Sasha had missed. You watch as finally, Reiner's jaw slackens. "Now [y/n]!" Hange calls as she flies out of the way. 

You let out a yell, as you fly to Reiner. His hand shoots out to you, but you're too fast. You flash across space and land inside the Titan's mouth. You shoot the spear in your hand down his throat towards his nape. "Reiner!" you shout out as you let the trigger go, and flash out of range of the explosion. Soon enough, there is a massive explosion and you watch as the Titan finally falls, Reiner's disfigured body protruding from the destroyed nape. 

..... 

You stand behind Hange as they approach Reiner. His body is badly injured and steaming as it tries to heal. He sits slackened on the side of the building, lack of limbs, and a cloth covering his eye. "Reiner... What's this metal case you had in your left chest pocket?" Hange asks as they kneel down to him. "Before we chopped off all of your limbs, you tried to grab it with the strength you had left. Suicide pills? Or perhaps a bomb?" There is a brief silence. Mikasa bandages Jean next to you. He had been badly hurt by the debris of Reiner's attack. Then, Reiner's slow and gravelly voice reaches the air. "A letter..." Hange looks at him in surprise. "A letter? What kind of letter?" There is a pause again as Reiner tries to gather the energy to reply. "A letter... from Ymir. You have to... give it... to Christa..." 

"Only after we've inspected it," Hange replies as they put the metal case away and stand up. "Now then, I've got a mountain of questions for you, but... your lips seem as tight as your armour is hard." You react to her words pulling out your sword as you point it threateningly at Reiner. "Are you going to cooperate and tell us everything that we want to know, or not?" You ask as Hange crosses their arms and stares down at Reiner's unmoving form. Hange now has a bandage on their head, no doubt from when Bertholdt transformed, one of their eyes completely covered from the damage. "No..." Reiner mutters out at your words. You frown before turning the hilt of your sword. "Well, at least you're prepared for this," you mutter, as you push your sword against his neck, blood seeping from the wound. 

"Hold on!" Jean shouts out from behind you. "Are you sure Captain, Hange? We might be able to steal his power." You think back to an earlier meeting. Levi had been entrusted with the syringe and vile given to him by Kenny. It could transform one of us into a Titan. We could feed Reiner, or any of the Titans with abilities to that Titan and we would, in turn, retain its powers for ourselves. Hange turns to Jean at his words as you keep your sword pressed against Reiner's throat. "I don't think all the conditions for that have been met." They say to him, as Reiner chokes on his blood at the pressure you hold him to. "We don't know the situation with Levi and the other side. Neither do we have the time to go confirm it ourselves. The reason being, there's no way for us to gauge the full depth of their powers." Hange turns to Reiner at their last words. 

"Even if we cut his head off, we can't be too sure!" They continue to shout out. There is a silence before Jean's words reach the air once more. "This isn't like you, Hange. If we back down because of not knowing something, down the line, can we ever hope to beat the Titans?" Reiner lets out another gasp, blood seeping from his lips as Jean's words linger in the air. "When are we ever going to know all there is about the enemy?" There is more silence, as finally, Hange turns to look at Mikasa and Jean. "Mikasa," they say, as the Scout looks to them in acknowledgement, "how much gas do you have?" Mikasa replies, dark eyes looking at Hange. "It's almost entirely gone. But it should be enough to reach Eren and Armin at least." Hange nods, "That's more than me, or [y/n]." 

"Mikasa... I need you to go check out their situation. Fill up your gas and bring back the injection from Levi. If for any reason, you're unable to do so, fire a smoke signal. That will be our signal to end Reiner." At Hange's words, you finally release your blade on Reiner's throat as he gasps out in relief. "Roger," you hear Mikasa say, as she flies off into the distance. You stand, sighing slightly before Jean starts to speak up. "Hange, I-" But they quickly cut him off in response. "The decision was mine. You were just a factor." Silence takes over but you still eye Reiner warily, not liking your predicament, even though you had won the battle. Levi. You had hoped he was okay. You hoped he had succeeded in the task of killing the Beast Titan. Hange walks over to Jean, as they check over their bandages. 

Moments pass in silence as Hange stands by Jean and you remain in front of the disfigured Reiner who pants in pain. Suddenly, a smoke signal rises in the air. You remember back to Mikasa's words. It was the signal to kill Reiner, that there had been a disturbance of some sort that rendered his life useless to them. You look to Hange who nods from a distance eyes flickering between you and then Reiner. Jean looks like he is about to say something but stops himself as he swallows. This wasn't the Reiner he befriended; this wasn't the Reiner he knew. He was the enemy; if he were in the same position, Jean knew that Reiner would kill him. You unsheathe your sword once more, taking in a deep breath, and looking at the man in front of you. You point your sword to the man, about to deal the finishing blow... But then you hear Reiner’s stuttering voice fill the air. 

"C-Captain... [y/n]... to think... that you... were one of us..." You turn to Reiner, your eyes widening at his words, the sword in your hand faltering. Hange and Jean look at you from a distance but they can't hear the quiet exchange, confusion in their features as they watch you hesitate to kill the man. "What do you mean by that." You mutter pointing your sword at him. "We... we needed Eren... but... he said... we needed you too..." Then you hear it, the sudden trembling of the Earth below, a thrumming beat of giant footsteps making their way to you. But you also feel it, the sudden wave of drowsiness that hits you, along with a prick on your upper arm. You look down. Sure enough, a strange syringe-like form had flown across space, from where you didn't know. It embedded itself into you, and with it, your vision started to blur. You lose your hold on the sword you had held onto Reiner, suddenly feeling yourself falling to your knees, your body slackening. 

You hear Hange and Jean's screams as they yell out to you. But your churning vision now turns to your right, and you see the large Titan you had seen in the distance with the Beast Titan approaching you on all fours, thunderously. Jean tries with his weakened frame to hold Hange back as they scream your name, but you don't have the energy to move or reply. You feel a large hand wrap around you, suddenly being hoisted into the air and landing next to... a man you hadn't seen before. Your eyes are now half-lidded, unable to do a thing, barely able to make up the features of the man. Blond hair... glasses... a lack of arms on his body. "Hange!" you hear the dwindling voice of Connie as he looks at the scene in shock, "They've taken Reiner and Capatin [y/n]!" 

Your ears are now muffled, as you continue trying to move, trying to fight the black descending on your vision. You can make out the sounds of ODM gear in the air. You can hear Hange's voice yelling out to you in desperation. But you can do nothing. You're getting further away from them, your friends, from Levi. The last thing you hear just as the movement of the Titan stops, is the man's voice next to you, uttered softly. 

"I've been waiting to meet you [y/n] [l/n]..." 

Your shock is clouded as you finally lose consciousness. The last thing on your mind... Levi. 

..... 

Hange looks in utter defeat as they finally come to a halt. Lack of gas evident in their tanks. They are in a state of complete disbelief, how could they have lost not only Reiner but you as well? Just a moment ago, they had had the upper hand, Reiner in their clutches, you just fine. What's worse, they would have to inform Levi. Hange could only imagine what devastation would be left in the wake of your absence. They turned to Connie, whose face mirrored one of shock and loss. "C-Captain..." his voice reaches the air wavering and barely a whisper. Hange grits their teeth squeezing their eyes shut before they turn to Connie. "We head back, regroup!" Connie shakes his head slowly, "B-but..." Hange interrupts him swiftly. "We have no gas to chase them, we have no more thunder spears to help with our attack, and we're utterly useless right now. We regroup... let's go!" 

When Jean looks up to see the lack of your presence he swears out, pounding the ground with his fist in defeat. "It's my fault..." He speaks out, voice dull. "I've done something terrible..." Hange knows he thinks it's his fault for not having killed Reiner immediately. Maybe then you would have been more on your guard, maybe then they wouldn't have approached you at all. Hange's face is dark as they look away from the boy. "I said the decision was mine. Let's regroup with the others." Jean's heart pounded against his chest. "C-Captain Levi... what will he say?" Hange is silent, as both Jean and Connie look like they're going to be sick. Ultimately, they decide not to reply to Jean's words. "Let's go." Connie silently puts an unconscious Sasha on their back, as Jean grasps onto Hange, flying through the air towards where a gold glow fills the air. A Titan Transformation. 

..... 

By the time Hange, Jean, Connie and Sasha had arrived where Eren and the rest were, they were met with a shocking sight. The body of a Titan lay steaming on the ground, protruding from it, was the body of Armin, Eren and Mikasa crying as they held him. On a nearby roof, Levi was sitting next to a deceased Erwin looking down at the sight, a lone soldier by his side. Connie and Jean quickly made their way to Armin as well, after gently leaning Sasha against a nearby building. Questions quickly spilled from their lips as Eren and Mikasa shakily gave their answers to them. Armin, on the brink of death, was chosen to be transformed into a Titan. He was chosen over an also dying Erwin who had somehow survived the suicide charge towards the Beast Titan, found by the lone soldier, Flock, who stood by Levi. Armin had then been fed Betholdt, and given the powers of the Colossal Titan, allowing him to survive. 

Hange approached Levi who gave the same answers. He told them about his choice, why he had chosen Armin over Erwin, and how he saw it unfit to bring him back into this hell after being in it for so long. A short moment passed when Eren and Mikasa finally calmed down, collecting Armin and following Hange's orders to take him to the top of Wall Maria. Jean and Connie also listen to Hange's words, taking Sasha as well to set up a makeshift area on top of the walls to allow her to recover away from the destruction in the streets. Flock, the only soldier left from Erwin's suicide charge also nods and goes to help Jean who is still badly injured. The seconds go by tensely as Jean and Connie still have a haunted look in their eyes, their Captain... you... missing. Hange gives them a silent look as they hastily, almost shamefully set off to the walls, following Eren and Mikasa. 

Hange can feel it. 

They can feel the suddenly tense atmosphere in the absence of the other Scouts as they make their way back to the walls. They can feel the way Levi's eyes now scour the area in realisation. They can feel the way he now turns to them, grey eyes ingrained on their backs along with the rising thrumming of his heart. They can feel the anticipation in the next few seconds. They know the question brimming through his mind. Hange feels their heart drop along with their gaze as their face darkens. First, the loss of the entire Scout Regiment, then Erwin... and now...

"Hange... where's [y/n]?" 

Hange can scarcely look up at him, still staring at the ground, facing away from Levi. On the other hand, Levi starts to slowly lose his sanity in the silence that consumes him. Where are you?  Why hadn't you arrived with Hange? What happened? Were you hurt? Did you go ahead to the basement? Were you still on the lookout for survivors? Where are you? Were you- Levi's heart pounds relentlessly against his chest, a strange sensation fills his senses, an unfamiliar feeling of dread... of genuine fear. His hands tremble at his side, eyes wide and pupils contracting. Where were you... where were you... where were-

Levi suddenly moves forward grabbing Hange by the collar of their shirt tightly, forcing Hange to look at him. Anger fuels his movements, impatience causing the rough movement of his hands as he roughly shakes them in his grasp. He sees it in their eyes, the sorrow, the regret... the loss. Levi slowly shakes his head in disbelief. "Hange... where is she?" Hange's silence only makes his rage increase. "Where is she Hange?! WHERE IS SHE!!" Hange finally speaks up, looking pitifully at the smaller man in front of them. Never had they seen him lose his composure as he does now. His eyes are wide, his features fierce, dread filling every rim of his face. "She's gone, Levi... They took her away with Reiner. The strange Titan we saw earlier today and a blond-haired man; the Beast Titan." 

Levi freezes his movements, his grip slackening as he takes a step back. The Beast Titan. The man he failed to kill. The man that escaped his clutches. The man he had stopped pursuing to save Armin. The man that took you away... The man that could've killed you by now, for all he knew. It was his fault. Hange watches as the once stoic Captain turns silent at their words. They watch as he falls to his knees gripping his hands into fists that slowly start to cause blood to seep through his fingers. They watch as his eyes are barely visible under the darkened expression on his face. Levi struggles to keep himself from hyperventilating. Thoughts fill his head at a pace he can't keep up with. You. His lifeline. Torn away from him, in the clutches of the enemy he swore to protect you from. He had lost so many people in his life. You had been a blessing, graced with your strength, with your smile, with your warmth... he had dared believe that you wouldn't leave him like the others did. 

You promised him. 

You swore you'd be by his side, until the end, no matter what end he met. He swore to himself and you, that nothing would touch you. How were you gone? Levi stumbles to his feet, breathing heavily as he struggles to control his emotions. He readies his ODM gear. He would chase you down he would find you by foot if he had to. He would do anything if there was even a slither of hope you were alive. He moves forward, mind in a haze, but something stops him. He looks up, a deranged look in his eyes as Hange almost relents at his gaze. "What are you doing?" They ask as Levi tries to continue on his path whilst Hange continuously stops him. "What will you do?!" They suddenly yell out, their own grief and frustration catching up with them. "Chase them to the ends of the Earth?! Die among the Titans outside the walls?!" Levi interrupts Hange quickly, outrage filling his words, "What would you have me do then?!" He yells, voice echoing the abandoned streets. 

"I don't care if I die, I'm going. Stay out of the way shitty glasses." He mutters darkly. "I thought you hated pointless death." Levi freezes, cold aversion filling his system as Hange mutters the words Erwin had spoken to him many months ago. The man who was now also dead among too many of the soldiers he was ashamed not to be able to count. "I did," he replies but then whispers in a voice barely heard by Hange. "But my life is pointless without her." Hange is taken aback by the vulnerability he allows himself to show for a single moment before he moves forward again. "What will [y/n] say?" They ask as they look at Levi who refuses to meet their gaze. "We have a job to do, we have to fulfil the mission. If you die before we're even allowed to come up with an actual plan to save [y/n], if you die before we fulfil the mission so many soldiers gave their hearts for... [y/n] would kill her yourself." 

With that Hange relents, releasing Levi from their observation and attempts to stop him, they fly off towards the walls. They feel their own heart sink in your absence. You had been their friend too. Always supportive of their experiments no matter how extreme their love for science and Titans grew. They had known you for so long, rising the ranks and growing as soldiers together. Now you were lost to the clutches of an unpredictable enemy because of a decision they made. Not only you but they had watched their squad die before their eyes. Watching as Mobilt pushed them out of the way from the bursts of hot air as the Colossal Titan transformed. Coming to find Levi, only to see that Erwin was also lost to the clutches of death. Hange pushed against the overwhelming depth of their grief as they approached Wall Maria where the other Scouts were tending to each other. Levi was lost in his despair, the other Scouts were lost in their survival and someone had to continue the mission. 

Meanwhile, as Hange left, Levi was rooted to the spot unable to do anything. His heart still hammers against his chest, the heavy feeling of grief filling his chest and making it hard to breathe. He knew Hange was right. That he couldn't save you right now, especially in this state, no matter how desperately he wanted to find you. He was still a Captain of the Survey Corps, with the overwhelming lack of Scouts left, his subordinates would be relying on him. But in that moment Levi allowed himself to think only of you. He walked over to a nearby crate hidden among the destroyed homes. He sat down holding his face in his hands and grip tightening on his locks as his mind reeled in his failure. Your smile. Your touch. Your everything. He felt the warm beginnings of tears run down his face and he yelled out in frustration before losing himself in his sorrow. Utterly defeated he let himself sob, something he didn't know was possible after the many losses making him feel as though he was a hollow shell of emotion. Well, until you showed up. 

He let himself lose himself in your loss, and many long moments passed. But then the instant came when he knew he had to complete the mission. For the sake of you and humanity. So, he loathingly lifted himself from the crate. After several moments he decided to join the rest of the squad that diverted their eyes in the presence of his evidently deathly aura, and darkened face. He prayed to whatever God was out there that this retched day would come to an end... and maybe he'd wake up to you by his side, telling him it was all just a dream.

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[Chapter Twenty-Three] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Five]

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