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OC Halloween Challenge 2023 / Day Nineteen: This Won’t Hurt A Bit

When Elyse goes into labor, she thinks it'll go according to routine. But when she wakes up having had a c-section done that she never consented to and being told that her newborn passed and has been disposed of for her, she's certain she's being lied too. Now she has to figure out how the hell to get her son back before he disappears forever.

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Crown and Kin | Chapter Two

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Chapter Two: History

Word Count: 3,524

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Summary: Daella’s world begins to unravel as secrets from her past come to light, forcing her to confront hard truths. As tensions rise and alliances are tested, she finds herself caught between the safety she’s known and the dangerous future that awaits.

Themes & Warnings: 18+, Character Death, Rape/Non Con, Future Smut, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Incest, Angst, Dad Daemon Targaryen, Bastards and Brothels, Fluff, Friends to Enemies to Lovers, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Team Black Centric, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance

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Daella of King's Landing

The soft murmur of voices tugged at the edge of Daella’s consciousness, pulling her from the grip of a restless sleep. She blinked, the dim light of dawn seeping through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows that cloaked the figures at the far end of the room. Rosalie and Ser Harwin stood close, their faces drawn with worry, the tension between them thick enough to cut.

"He saw her, Rose," Ser Harwin muttered, his voice low and heavy with anxiety. His pacing was restless, his boots making only the faintest whisper against the stone floor. "He knows her name. She can't stay here. It's too dangerous."

"And where would you have me send her?" Rosalie shot back, her voice trembling as she fought to maintain her composure. "She's just a child, Harwin. No title, no lands, no parents—nothing that would warrant a good match with someone worthy, let alone one that would keep her safe."

Daella kept her eyes half-closed, feigning sleep, watching them both through her lashes. Rosalie's appearance was far from her usual pristine self—her strawberry-blonde hair, usually perfectly styled, hung loose and dishevelled, framing her face in a way that made her seem younger, almost fragile. Her pale pink robe, a stark contrast to the confident woman Daella knew, hung loosely on her slender frame. The vibrant green of her eyes seemed duller today, weighed down by worry as she glanced at Daella and whispered, "We are all she has."

Harwin stopped pacing, his expression softening as he pleaded, "Let me take her to Harrenhal. She’d be safe there. Daemon’s already asked if Daella was mine; it could work. Alys wouldn’t begrudge taking care of another child."

Rosalie rolled her eyes, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper. "I will not let her be raised in a haunted castle with no roof, by a witch!" Her words cut like a knife, and Daella saw Harwin flinch, his jaw tightening at the mention of his ancestral home. Harrenhal’s reputation was well-known—a once-grand fortress now reduced to ruins by dragonfire, a place of whispers and ghosts. Yet, the tales had always intrigued her. She often dreamed of walking its crumbling halls, feeling the history beneath her feet.

Harwin’s voice was softer now, tinged with resignation. "I promised Elyse I’d look after her. She’s my responsibility."

Rosalie stepped closer, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "We both made that promise, Harwin. She’s as much my responsibility as yours." She glanced at Daella, her gaze tender. "Besides, you have responsibilities elsewhere. Daemon will soon return to whatever hole he crawled out of and forget he ever saw her. Daella doesn’t matter to him. Stop worrying, Harwin."

Daella stifled a yawn as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, the room coming into clearer focus. The tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Ser Harwin was leaning against the wall near the door, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of worry, while Rosalie moved toward Daella, her expression softening into something more familiar.

"What time is it?" Daella asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"It’s time to get up, my dear," Rosalie replied, her voice gentle as she brushed a strand of hair out of Daella’s face, tucking it behind her ear. One of the few vivid memories Daella had of her mother was how she used to play with her hair—brushing, braiding, and twisting it with oils she had or could borrow. Rosalie had taken it upon herself to continue that tradition. Every month, without fail, she applied some kind of oil to Daella’s hair, just as her mother had done. It smelled awful and looked even worse, but Rosalie insisted it was necessary to keep the hair manageable. She always said the women upstairs used it too and that Daella should be thankful they let her borrow it.

"Is Ser Harwin staying to eat with us?" Daella asked, her voice bright with hope as she slid out of bed, the cool stone floor jolting her fully awake.

Harwin offered her a small, wry smile. "I’m afraid not, little flame. I’ve been summoned to explain why I’m missing a helmet from my uniform." He winked, then turned on his heel and strode toward the door.

As he left, the door closing softly behind him, the room seemed quieter, but the tension still lingered like a shadow. Rosalie sighed, her eyes following him before turning back to Daella with a forced smile.

"Come now," she said, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "Let’s get this mane of yours under control."

The sun was high in the sky as Rosalie and Daella walked through the bustling streets. Rosalie rarely took her with her when she went to pick up supplies for the brothel, but after the events of the other night, she seemed unwilling to let Daella out of her sight. Although Daella wasn’t sure why, it seemed that the encounter with Prince Daemon had been blown out of proportion.

"Did you hear what I said, Daella?" Rosalie’s voice cut through her thoughts as she tugged on her arm.

"What? Sorry," Daella replied quickly, snapping back to attention. Rosalie shook her head and pointed at the stall in front of them.

"I asked what you wanted for dinner," she said, motioning to the grey-haired man behind the stall, who was eyeing Daella with mild curiosity. "Fish or pork?"

Daella cocked her head to one side, considering the options. "Pork, I think. Can I look at the stalls?"

"Of course." Daella was already walking away when she heard Rosalie call out after her, "But stay close and keep your hands to yourself!"

The main thoroughfare was alive with activity, the stalls crammed together as if every inch of space were valuable. The royal family’s carriages occasionally rolled down this road, though how they managed it, Daella couldn’t understand. The road was barely wide enough for the throngs of people, let alone carriages. But in the warmer seasons, everyone seemed happier, more willing to spend their hard-earned coin, even if the prices only dropped by a copper or two. A bargain was still a bargain, after all.

As Daella wandered past the colorful stalls, something shiny caught her eye on one of the tables ahead. She approached the old woman manning the stall, her gaze dropping to the jewelry laid out on a soft red cloth—silver rings, gold bracelets, and gems in vibrant hues of red, green, and blue. One piece, in particular, stood out—a necklace half-hidden in a pile, its color darker and more mysterious than anything else around it.

"What is that? It’s beautiful," Daella asked, pointing to the necklace.

The woman pulled it from the pile, the red and black gems glinting in the sunlight. From this angle, the metal appeared silver, though it had looked almost black before. She placed it in front of Daella with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "It’s too expensive for you, my dear."

"I asked what it was, not how much it is," Daella retorted stiffly, turning away with a flick of her hair. She marched off, her braid whipping behind her as she left the old woman to her trinkets.

Continuing down the row of stalls, Daella stopped at a long table covered in books. She picked one up, thumbing through the pages, pausing every so often to trace the inked drawings. The words were a mystery to her, but the pictures told their own stories.

"Ten Thousand Ships," a strong voice said from behind her, startling Daella into slamming the book shut. "Nymeria was certainly a force of nature."

She spun around, nearly colliding with the body bent over her shoulder. Stepping back, Daella looked up into the familiar face of Prince Daemon Targaryen, his silver hair catching the light, his purple eyes fixed on her.

"Who’s Nymeria?" Daella asked, looking down at the book in her hands.

"You should know, you’ve been reading her book," he replied, his brow furrowing as if puzzled by her question.

"I was only looking at the pictures. The words don’t make any sense," Daella admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground, embarrassed.

"You can’t read, can you?" Daemon’s voice held a note of concern, his confusion deepening. It wasn’t uncommon for girls like her to be unable to read—there was no need to learn—but she supposed all noble children were taught from a young age.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I never needed to learn. Rosalie can, I think."

Daemon’s gaze softened as he studied her, as if trying to solve a puzzle. The silence between them grew awkward and heavy.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" His face wrinkled in annoyance as he looked through the crowd. "I thought my instructions were clear."

"Rosalie and I came out to buy things for dinner. I’m sure she’s around somewhere. She told me not to go far and not to touch anything," Daella said, rising onto her tiptoes to see if she could spot Rosalie in the crowd.

"It seems you’ve broken more than one rule today, little princess," Daemon chuckled, his voice a mixture of amusement and reprimand. He tapped the book cradled in Daella’s arms before reaching into his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, a shiny coin sailed through the air, landing with a clink in the hand of the man behind the table. Swiftly, Daemon tucked the book under one arm and scooped Daella up with the other, pressing her securely against his side.

From this new height, everything seemed so different, so far away. Daemon was tall, taller than Ser Harwin by a good measure. As they retraced Daella’s steps through the crowded streets, she couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out at the jewelry seller who had scolded her earlier. The woman scowled, but it only made Daemon chuckle more, his amusement vibrating through his chest and into Daella.

His silver hair brushed against her cheek as they walked, soft and almost silken. Unable to resist, Daella reached up to play with the ends, marveling at how much softer they felt than her own tangled locks. Softer even than Rosalie’s. Her fingers moved further up, the urge to braid his hair growing irresistible. Carefully, she began to weave a few strands at the base of his neck.

"What are you doing?" Daemon asked, his voice tinged with amusement, though softer now, as if they shared a secret.

"Braiding your hair," Daella replied, her focus wholly on the task at hand, too absorbed to glance up at his face.

"And why is that?" he queried, the hint of a smile in his tone. He sounded different from the stern man she’d met before. Kinder, perhaps. Or maybe just in a better mood.

"Because your hair is soft and pretty. It's prettier than mine, so I think it deserves a braid," Daella answered honestly, her small fingers working diligently. Daemon’s sudden bark of laughter startled her, and she nearly dropped the braid. Determined, she quickly resumed her work, not wanting to ruin the neatness she’d managed. The thin braid she’d fashioned was barely noticeable, hidden among the silver strands as it disappeared beneath his doublet. A small smile tugged at her lips at the thought that he might leave it there, a secret only they would know.

As they turned into a familiar street, Daella’s surroundings snapped her back to reality. "Are you taking me home?" she asked, a thread of apprehension weaving through her voice.

"I am," Daemon’s tone shifted, stern and unyielding. His gaze fixed ahead on the building in front of them. "I’m taking you home, and then I’m going to have a word with your mother." With one fluid motion, he set Daella down on the ground before pushing open the side door to the brothel. The darkness inside suggested that Rosalie had yet to return from the markets.

The room was silent as Daella kicked off her boots and dropped them by the bed. A sudden thought occurred to her. "How did you know where I live?"

Daemon sighed, moving to light a torch on the wall. "King’s Landing may change in many ways, but its bones remain the same. I frequented this place often when I was younger. My brother, too, though he stopped coming after he married Aemma. I’ve only returned once since her passing."

"Oh," Daella murmured, glancing down at the dusty floor. "I’m sorry."

"There’s no need for apologies, sweet girl," Daemon said gently, placing the book on the table before sinking into one of the creaking wooden chairs. "Now, enough of such dreary topics. How about I tell you the tale of Princess Nymeria and her ten thousand ships?"

Daemon’s storytelling must have lulled Daella to sleep, for when she next opened her eyes, the room was bathed in the soft light of the rising moon. She glanced around, searching for any sign that Rosalie had returned, but the room was empty save for the figure slumped at the foot of her bed. Daemon was still there, snoring softly, his back against the footboard, one leg stretched out, the other bent at an angle, his chin resting on his chest.

A mischievous thought struck Daella, and she quietly leaned over the edge of the bed, retrieving one of her black shoes. Taking careful aim, she threw it at Daemon, quickly lying back down and squeezing her eyes shut, feigning sleep.

"I saw that," Daemon’s laughter rumbled through the room, causing a giggle to escape Daella’s lips.

Their laughter was abruptly cut short by the sound of a voice outside the door. Daemon’s expression turned serious as he moved swiftly, positioning himself behind the door, out of view. He pressed a finger to his lips in silent command, drawing his sword with a quiet hiss. Understanding his signal, Daella bundled herself under the blanket, pretending to be asleep.

"Oh, thank the gods," Rosalie’s voice was filled with relief as she rushed through the door, nearly tripping over her skirts in her haste. But before she could reach Daella’s bed, Daemon kicked the door shut with a resounding thud, causing her to whirl around in shock.

"The gods had little to do with it," Daemon said, his voice low as he sheathed his sword and moved past her, reclaiming his seat at the table.

Rosalie’s relief quickly morphed into anger as she turned to face Daemon, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What are you doing here, Daemon?" she demanded, her tone sharp and devoid of any honorifics.

"You forget yourself, Rosalie," Daemon replied, rising from the chair with a deliberate slowness that made his height and presence all the more imposing. He rested his hands on the pommel of his sword, the gesture unmistakably threatening.

Rosalie’s face paled as she backed away, her movements cautious as she made her way around the bed. Her hand brushed against Daella’s hair, smoothing it back from her face as she glanced down at her, her expression a mix of worry and resolve.

"Why are you here, my prince?" Rosalie’s voice was strained, her teeth clenched as she forced out the words.

"Much better," Daemon mocked, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he tilted his head slightly, regarding her with an air of superiority. "I am here because I found Daella wandering the streets. Alone. Again."

"So you decided to kidnap her?" Rosalie snapped, her voice barely concealing the fury simmering beneath the surface.

"I didn’t kidnap her, Rosalie," Daemon corrected with a sigh, shaking his head as if dealing with a particularly stubborn child. "I brought her home. To you and her mother." He paused, his eyes scanning the room before landing back on Rosalie. "Where is Elyse?"

The mention of Daella’s mother sent a jolt of confusion through her. How could he speak of her as if he knew her? Daella’s mother had been gone for years, long before she could remember.

"Why would you think she’s Elyse’s?" Rosalie asked, her voice wavering slightly as she positioned herself between Daemon and Daella, her stance protective.

"It’s not hard to see," Daemon said, pacing slowly, his eyes never leaving Rosalie. "Daella looks exactly like her. Now, where is she? I wish to speak with her." His voice took on a taunting lilt as he called out, "Eeelyyyse, come out, come out, wherever you are."

Rosalie flinched at his words, her eyes darting toward Daella briefly, a flash of pain crossing her features before she forced her expression back to neutrality. "Stop that! You’ll wake the girl," Rosalie scolded, her voice tight with barely suppressed anger. "Elyse died two years ago."

Daemon froze mid-step, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant. A storm of emotions played across his face before he spun around, striding toward Rosalie with an intensity that made the air in the room feel charged. He reached her in two long steps, his hands seizing her arms with a grip that made Rosalie wince. He pinned her against the foot of the bed, his face inches from hers, his voice low and dangerous.

"How old is she? Is she mine?" he growled, his eyes burning with a mixture of fury and desperation.

The sudden violence jolted Daella out of her daze. She bolted upright, heart pounding in her chest, eyes wide as she took in the scene unfolding before her. Everything felt wrong, twisted, as if the world had been upended. The warmth that once surrounded her was gone, replaced by an icy dread that crept into her bones. She couldn’t make sense of what was happening. She didn’t have a father—never had, never needed one. The words echoed in her mind, over and over. Rosalie and Harwin were all she’d ever known.

"Don’t be ridiculous," Rosalie spat, her voice laced with both defiance and fear as she struggled to pry Daemon’s hands off her arms. "Why does it even matter?"

Daemon’s eyes flickered with something dark and dangerous, a shadow that threatened to consume everything in its path. His grip loosened for a moment, only to tighten again as his hands slid up to Rosalie’s throat. His fingers flexed, pressing into her skin as he leaned closer, his breath hot and menacing against her face. "I will not ask again, Rosalie," he whispered, his voice now a lethal calm. "Is. She. Mine?"

The room seemed to shrink around Daella as she watched in horror. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one catching in her throat as the realization began to dawn. Daemon’s face twisted into a cruel sneer as Rosalie, trembling under his grip, finally gave a small, defeated nod.

Everything shattered. The world Daella knew crumbled into dust as the truth—a truth she had never even considered—crashed over her like a wave of ice. She had never thought much about having a father and never needed to. Rosalie had always been there for her, nurturing her, comforting her when she was sick, and celebrating her namedays with whatever small gifts she could find. And there was Ser Harwin—strong, dependable Harwin, who had always been like a father to her. But now, everything was uncertain.

She couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t face this—whatever this was. Before Daella knew it, her feet were moving, driven by a desperate need to escape. She leaped from the bed and bolted for the door, not bothering with her robe, a jacket, or even her shoes. The cold night air bit into her skin as she tore through the streets, the sounds of the city barely registering in her mind.

She had to find Ser Harwin. He would know what to do. He would take her away like he had wanted to. The streets blurred as Daella ran, the cobblestones rough and unforgiving under her bare feet. She didn’t care. She needed to reach the guard tower, to feel safe again. But as she rounded the next corner, she skidded to a halt, her breath catching in her throat.

A group of men blocked her path, their laughter dying as they noticed her. Their eyes raked over her, taking in her disheveled hair, the thin nightdress clinging to her skin, her torn and bloodied feet, and the panic in her eyes. One of them, his face marred by pockmarks and a leering grin, stepped forward, his gaze predatory.

"Well, look what we have here," he drawled, his voice thick with malicious glee. "The gods must be smiling on us tonight, lads."

"And what a pretty little thing she is," another man sneered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that sent a shiver of pure terror down Daella’s spine. "Just the sight of her is making my cock twitch."

Fear clawed at Daella’s insides as the men began to close in, their intentions clear. She stumbled back, her heart hammering in her chest, her mind racing to find an escape. But there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. She was trapped, and the darkness pressed in around her, suffocating, as she faced the monsters that lurked in the night.

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Sorrow, part 4

Aemond extended a hand, and for a few moments as she stood still, he feared that Elyse would run off instead.

He saw her turn to the maid and ask for help removing his cloak, and then she walked to him and once again placed her hand on his.

"Begin," he said to the Septon, and rubbed gentle circles on the back of her hand.

Her eyes never left his, not when they both said the words, not when the Septon proclaimed them husband and wife, and only closed when he leaned in to brush his lips against hers. Her hands tightened on his then, and loosened again when he pulled back.

She thanked the Septon and when he and the maid had left, she turned to him.

"Why?"

Aemond stopped, and turned to face her. "Did you wish to go back to your family?"

"No," she said immediately. "They would have just sold me to the next old man with two coins to rub together."

"I know I should have probably asked," he said as he took her hand and began walking toward the keep. "But I feared if we did not act soon, you might have been sent away from here."

She stopped, tugging on his hand. "Back to . . . to . . . ?"

"No," he said quickly, but then realized he didn't really know. "I don't know."

Her little nails dug into his palm and she stared up at him. "You must promise me something. As my husband."

He waited, watching anger, despair, fear, crossing her features.

"If I am to be sent back to that hell, you must kill me before it happens."

Aemond said nothing, the need to pull her to him and assure her that no such thing would happen tamped down by the fact that he knew well that between his mother and his grandfather, they could make it happen.

"Promise me," she whispered.

"Elyse, I can't take your life."

She gripped his other hand. "I will be dead anyway," she smiled sadly. "But you can give me a quick death instead of the years of sorrow that await me there."

He could almost taste her desperation, and this time, he did pull her to him, feeling her stiffen when his arms went around her, her hands fisted between them.

"I did not marry you just to lose you," he said softly. "I will slay anyone who attempts to harm you, I will take you away." He was threading his fingers through her hair, soothing her like a child, and his words, which so often were thought clever, were not enough for him in that moment.

Slowly he felt her soften against him, and then she looked up at him. "Will you ever tell me why?"

He smiled bitterly. "Once, my impulses led to another's death. This time, I thought they might help someone."

When she said nothing, those haunted eyes still on his, he added, "I don't know why. I saw you weeping in your chapel, thanking the gods and I knew terrible things had happened. Then I saw your horror when that man said he was marrying you. My gods-damned impulse took over."

"Do you regret it?"

"No. Not for one moment. I will not hurt you. I will not allow anyone to cause you harm. I will do my best to keep you safe."

He watched her as she studied him, her scrutiny one of someone who has been told many lies before.

"I believe you."

* * * * *

Otto Hightower was waiting for his grandson and the girl he'd so rashly married. He'd heard about the septon leaving his residence very early and with what Alicent had told him, he knew in an instant what was about to happen.

The soldier he'd sent to stop the hastily arranged wedding had arrived at the garden as the couple kissed, and had immediately turned back, still unseen.

He saw the two young people turning toward the keep and clasped his hands behind his back. Aemond, of all people. No wonder Alicent was so disappointed and angry. He was the one she was closest to and the one who understood loyalty the most. Or so Otto had thought.

"Grandfather."

Otto stared at Aemond.

"May I present my wife, Princess Elyse."

His eyes stayed on Aemond's for a few seconds, but he looked at Elyse and bowed to her. "Princess."

As Aemond began to lead Elyse into the keep, Otto stepped forward. "I would speak to you, grandson."

"You may speak right now," Aemond said smoothly, "although you may first wish to deal with your errand boy for not completing his mission."

Elyse looked up at her new husband, noticing the smirk on his face, and then at Ser Otto, whose jaw tightened. The familiar fear coursed through her, but her hand was linked through Aemond's arm and she felt that most rare of feelings, safety, around him.

Otto tilted his head and turned to go to his study, and Aemond looked down at Elyse. "Come, wife, it shall be the first of many conversations we shall have today."

He'd called her wife when Ser Otto was clearly displeased - who wasn't? - and she nodded, but she did not know what he'd meant by the errand boy, although anyone who didn't do what Ser Otto wanted them to should probably be fleeing for their lives right now.

* * * * *

"Princess Elyse," Otto began, "surely you can see how this is a most incorrect and unbecoming way of doing things. Prince Aemond will marry for-"

"I have married, grandfather, and you are correct in calling my wife Princess Elyse, for she is one now and shall be until the end of her days. Her family is of an old and noble lineage, which cannot be incorrect or unbecoming, and the ceremony was performed by a Septon of the keep with a witness." Aemond smiled. "Or two."

Otto leaned back in his chair, and looked back at Elyse. "Are you with child?"

Elyse paled, and Otto leaned forward. "No, Ser Otto."

"You shall not hide it for long if you are, unless you mean to get rid of it."

Aemond stood. "Now this is incorrect and unbecoming, grandfather."

"Why?" Otto smiled, and Elyse shivered at the reptilian expression in his face. "If she is pregnant and wishes to pass off the babe as yours, it is something we will-"

"I am not pregnant," Elyse said, her breathing unsteady as she looked up at Aemond. "I swear it."

"Do not trouble yourself with these questions, wife, for now we take our leave of this most incorrect and unbecoming conversation." He nodded at his grandfather and put his hand out to Elyse.

He led her out of Otto's study before the anger he felt could unleash. From everything he'd observed, it would only succeed in terrifying his new wife.

She was silent as they walked down the corridors but once in his rooms, she let go of his hand and turned to face him. "I am not with child, Aemond."

"You do not need to say it again, Elyse, I believe you."

She looked at him for a moment, the sound of her name on his lips calming her nerves just a little. "But there are things you should know."

* * * * *

Aemond awoke to the sounds of screaming, just as his servant rushed into his room. "Prince Aemond, it is the Princess."

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he ran to the room adjoining his, and saw her, so small amidst the bed coverings, shaking as her maid tried to sooth her.

"Elyse," he said gently, but she did not hear him.

He did not wish to frighten her even more, so he walked to the end of her bed, reining in his impulse to take her in his arms, and measured each step until he was near her. "Elyse."

She looked up to him then, and he sat on the edge of the bed as her eyes focused on him.

"You are safe here," he added.

"I came to her as soon as I heard her, Your Highness," the maid said, rubbing Elyse's arms.

"Thank you," he said, his eye not leaving the terrified face of his wife. "Do you wish me to leave?"

She shook her head.

He nodded.

"May I bring you some tea, Princess?"

She turned to her maid as if seeing the young girl for the first time. "Yes," she whispered, and the girl left.

Aemond extended his hand to her and was rewarded with a small smile and her cold fingers on his palm. He moved up the bed and wrapped an arm around her. "I'm sorry you had a nightmare."

She turned to him and placed a hand on his chest before she realized he was only wearing sleep pants. She pulled her hand away but curled herself against him, letting his warmth envelop her.

"I hadn't had one in a few days."

"Maybe talking about it brought it all back," he said, speaking from experience. How many times had he woken up covered in cold sweat after seeing Vhagar kill both Arrax and Lucerys in his dreams?

She let out a breath. "I am sorry," she began. "This must not be how you envisioned your wedding night."

Her words put images in his head and he ruthlessly pushed them away. "I meant what I said. We need not consummate the marriage until you are ready. It changes nothing. You are my wife, by choice and by law."

He was so warm, and felt so good as he held her, and Elyse, who had never learned what desire was through the years of marriage and grief, felt something new inside of her.

Aemond felt her muscles slowly loosen up and allowed himself to kiss the top of her head. He had yet to fully examine what she had told him earlier, and had gone to sleep with the ember of anger burning in his chest.

He'd managed to avoid his mother and grandsire the rest of the day, always keeping Elyse with him. Helaena had given her some of her embroidery materials and he'd found his wife making almost invisible marks on the delicate fabric, stepping back to survey her work before going back to adding more marks.

When the maid returned with the tea, she found Aemond sitting on the bed, asleep with his back against the headboard, and Elyse sleeping in his arms.

They made a handsome pair, the maid thought, although the princess needed to eat more. Her shoulders were so thin and she was so pale. But she had golden hair and pretty eyes, and she seemed so sweet. And the prince, well didn't he look very fine bare chested, holding his wife. The noble ladies might turn their heads from his eye patch but the maids knew better. For once, he didn't go around pinching their bottoms like the young king. They all fought to go around the corridors surrounding the training grounds just to catch a glimpse of his silver hair flying as he worked every day. They had heard from a Baratheon servant that he had been meant to marry one of the daughters, but he looked very much at ease now, didn't he?

Whatever bothered the princess so much, the maid thought, had to be truly awful.

The maid placed the tea on the table near the bed and left to go to sleep. They were having guests tomorrow and she had much to do.

[thesweetnessofspring]

Based on my LMM moots, this is what I gather from the Emily series:

Emily is a writer and the closest of LMM's heroines to the author herself.

Dean Priest is a creep. But also he's one of the love interests?

There's a lesbian-coded character named Ilyse (or Elyse?). Would probably be among the first women to start wearing pants.

Teddy Kent. He and Emily end up together, but it doesn't seem like a Shirbert or Valancy ship where people love them together. It's just sort of like, *shrug* I guess that's fine.

Mr. Carpenter is a teacher and doesn't like italics. Probably has something against excessive commas, too or I might be projecting that from some of my own writing teachers.

The caregivers Emily has after her father passes are mean, and not in a stern Marilla way, but a "that poor child" way. I think there's two of them and they're pretty old? Foggiest on who they are.

[fairygeek777]

Can you tell us more about your Sailor Earth OC? 👀

Oh my goodness thank you for asking!!! I'm going to be greedy and use this as an info dump, hope that’s okay anon! 🙏

For starters, I should mention that Sailor Earth is a redesign/alternate fandom recycle of my main oc Genevieve Marena. She was originally created in 2018 for the Fairy Tail fandom and started with the name Hoseki Ishi. 

Gene's thing was always diamonds, gems and minerals. So when I became obsessed with- *ahem* I mean, Got into Sailor Moon, I could not resist the urge to draw her as Sailor Earth. I drew her within a month of reading and buying the first 2 volumes LOL. 

This is the art from August 1st 2022

Since then I fell utterly in love with Dream arc, Mamoru and any version of him, Elysion, the Golden Kingdom, Helios’ role as a guardian priest and literally anything related to the Earth as Naoko Takeuchi wrote of it.

I was also low-key upset about how 90s was treating Mamo and Usagi, so I ironically made her the senshi that defends the love of Serenity and Endymion and protects their happiness lol.

Thinking about her more seriously as I am now deeply attached to Sailor Moon, I have a working summary of how I imagine her.

I explored her various designs for the series back in Summer 2023 (again after finishing the manga) 

More recently, I've been brainstorming how to more efficiently include her in the Sailor Moon story. I've been doing light research on Mythology, becoming more familiar with Astrology and crystals. I was honestly struggling quite a bit when it became clear that Earth is almost excluded from Astrology. That is, it's not treated in the same respect as Mercury or Neptune etc. are. 

I also knew that I didn't want to make her a Princess, that would be like replacing Endymion as the heir to the planet. And I was not about to make her the child of NQ Serenity and King Endymion. So I thought I might make her somewhat like Chibi Moon. If there can be two Sailor Moon senshi, then I say, why not two Earth guardians? Then I noticed that Pink Moon is actually the term for April's full moon. So I thought I could do something with that to make my Sailor Earth stand out (since it is obviously a very unoriginal idea in the first place) but I have yet to find a similar thing for Earth. 

Basically Earth is much less interesting than literally any other heavenly body to astronomers and astrologists so I'm working with very little lol. 

Anyway, I decided she'd be an Elysion Priestess and that she was given the powers of a Sailor Senshi to protect the Earth and her prince. She goes to the surface and attends Rei’s school, T.A girls academy. 

More recently, I was watching Eternal for like the 1 millionth time and it has always bugged me that the 2 Maenads look like they are from the Moon.

They look more like Queen Serenity than someone from Earth.

So, no offense to Takeuchi my girl, but imma change that. Because unfortunately I feel like things from Silver Millenium like the Twin bun hair on these two overlap too much with what should be unique to Earth. (But that is a blog for another day, so I digress) The two Maenads are now Gaia and Terra. Gaia becomes Sailor Earth and goes to the surface as Hoseki Jinsei and her Lavender Earth Crystal forms.

See these two? One of ‘em is Gaia.

Also, since it is already shameless enough to make a Sailor Earth self insert, I'm inserting my late cat Flash and his name is Apollo because Moon kitties are from Mau therefore any planet can have one not just Moon senshi. But also cuz I miss the hell out of him and I can't look at Artemis without thinking about him.

As of right now, this is the general concept of my Sailor Earth:

Name: Gaia

Gender: female

Civilian Name: Hoseki Jinsei

Senshi name: Sailor Earth

Sailor Crystal: Lavender Earth Crystal

Family: Terra (sister?/mother?) Helios (brother)

Occupation: Elysion Priestess

Partner: Apollo (white kitty with heterochromia from Mau, Artemis' twin brother)

Again, thank you so much for giving me the chance to info dump :3

[bullet-prooflove]

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

(I bet there’s a few 😂)

Ohh I’m trying to think of secrets that the audience don’t already know.

Chicago Med:

Sam Abrams/Elle:

Elle became a counsellor because her father was mentally ill and they couldn’t afford to get help. He started showing signs of bipolar when Elle was a child and they couldn’t afford the meds/counselling as they had no health insurance so she watched him decline. Both her and her mother tried to help him but he ended up killing himself. One of her greatest fears is the illness being passed along to her.

Chicago Fire:

Jeff Clarke/Noelle:

Noelle left an abusive relationship for Chicago, her ex was a political fixer who used to hurt her. She knew that he would never let her leave so she downloaded the contents of his laptop onto a flash drive as leverage so he doesn’t come after her and she doesn’t give it to the police.

Sam Carver/Ava

Ava is phenomenal at pool because she used to spend her childhood (12+) in poolhalls with her father who liked to bet big. The more drunk he got however, the worse he was which led to Ava taking over the cue so they didn’t lose their heat/food/rent that month. When he had no money to bet, he would bet sexual favours from her as an incentive with his friends. After a few loses she made sure she was always the one that came out on top.

Fire Country:

Bode Leone/Fern

Their entire relationship. When they got together Fern was a paramedic at the time helping train the prisoners to apply onsite first aid. She fell in love with Bode through spending time with him and the two began an intimate relationship while he was still incarcerated. Legally inmates in a prison cannot consent to sex because of the power dynamics and she would have been at risk of losing her job and poss jail time. They tell people the physical part of the relationship didn’t occur until he was free but in reality it was a lot earlier.

Haven:

Nathan Wuornos/Kasey:

The reason that Nathan can feel Kasey is because she spent time in the barn and doesn’t remember it. As a kid she came across it during a camping trip on the island when Audrey was Lucy. Agent Howard was coming and going quite a bit and she followed him inside out of curiosity. When he realised, she was ejected but it altered her fundamentally.

L&O:

Vince Riley/Elyse:

The reason Elyse stopped drinking is because she almost killed herself one night driving home drunk. She woke up in her car with her face in an airbag after crashing into a parked car before driving away. The next day she left money in the mailbox for repairs and checked herself into rehab.

Ed Green/Ronnie:

Ronnie’s work with IAB started earlier than Ed realises. She was actually approached about investigating him back when they were working Gangs together. IAB knew someone was on the take in the unit and because of Ed’s history with gambling he was the prime candidate. Ronnie cleared him of the investigation and Ed has absolutely no idea his partner was looking into him.

Magnum PI:

Rick Wright/Joni:

Joni took a rough tumble during her last surfing competition, she was told by a doctor in Miami, she needs a knee surgery otherwise there could be permanent damage. She hasn’t told Rick as she wants to finish out the season and she knows he would urge her to get the surgery ASAP due to the risk.

Mayor of Kingstown

Mike McLusky/Stella:

Their relationship. Mike loves Stella, Stella loves Mike but they can never be together out in the real world because she’s his FBI handler. If anyone knew Mike would be labelled a snitch and horrifically murdered and she would lose her job and the man she loves.

NCIS:

Jimmy Palmer/Elodie:

The reason Elodie returned to the US is because her fiancé was killed over work she was doing identifying bodies in mass graves in Albania. She had discovered evidence of a war criminal hiding within the current regime and was working with her journalist fiancé to expose him when their car exploded. She was meant to be alongside him but had cancelled plans to work.

Numb3rs:

Ian Egerton/Valentina:

Ian has been secretly looking to relocate to LA so he can be with Val. The thing with the nerve agent really shit him up so he’s decided he wants to spend as much time with her as possible because life is far too short.

The Rookie:

Wade Grey/Everly:

Everly has not been telling Wade the extent of the harassment/abuse she has been receiving from Waldron. They had a recent physical altercation, that has left her shaken.

SOA:

David Hale/Josie:

After killing Stahl, Jax came to see Josie one last time before she left for Santo Padre with David. David had run out for coffee when he turned up at her door, told her she was safe, implying he had killed Stahl. He told her he loved her, that he had always loved her and he kissed her goodbye. Josie will never tell David any of this.

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester/Harlow:

Harlow realises the deal she made with Guy is going to kill her long before she gets to the ten year mark. She tries to keep it from Dean for as long as possible.

Tulsa King:

Dwight Manfredi/Dahlia:

Dahlia is actually the powerhouse in Tulsa. She’s the one with the connections, leverage and capital.

Twisters:

Tyler Owens/Sophie:

Sophie was raised by her grandparents because Sophie’s father is in prison for killing her mother. She had dropped Sophie off at her parents before going home to pack, her husband came home early from the bar, realised she was trying to leave and ended up shooting her. It took them three days to track him down before he was arrested. Tyler is aware of all of this.

[holyparadisenightmare]

"You can call me Steph. I'll be showing you the ropes of your new life," the upbeat woman began. The tall woman, slender in build with long blonde hair, stood before the door of what resembled a frat out.

You looked around. You were at the center of a group of young women who had all fallen on hard times. Desperate to not pay rent for a few months, you had entered into a house of surrogate mothers. The deal was, you had to carry a child to term, and in return you'd be pampered and well fed all the while. Plus, you'd be paid.

Steph spared no time welcoming the women into her home. The front door entered into a long corridor. Either side was lined with doors, marked with various women's names. A few were open, and gave way to rooms filled with women in various stages of pregnancy.

Towards the end, you saw a door with yours and another woman's name: Chloe and Elyse. No one said you'd be sharing a space. Nerves welled inside you as you carried on along the tour.

The corridor opened into a large communal kitchen that was empty except for your party of people and Steph leading you. The space was well lit, the far wall being entirely made of windows which showcased the backyard; a large paddock sparcely populated by farmhands busy at work.

To the right of the kitchen were a number of unmarked doors. Steph explained "These are the insemination rooms. You've each had the choice of natural or in vetro fertalisation! How cool!" Her high energy never skipping a beat.

This ended the tour and she guided you each into your respective bedrooms. As you open the door you're greeted by a short, heavily pregnant woman.

You were baffled by her form. She was dressed in ill-fitting clothes, as if she had worn the clothes she arrived in. Her pants sat too low around an ass which threatened every seam along its length. Her shirt hung sheer at the end of her erect belly button, with her breasts desperately shoved inside.

You were immediately turned on by the large woman shoved into cramped clothes. It took you more than a second to come down to earth. Come to think of it, everyone you'd seen so far was much the same way. Clad in clothes far too small.

She smiled awkwardly as you walked in. "Hi roomie! I'm Elyse."

You introduce yourself as you begin to unpack. The room wasn't small, but wasn't very large either. A simple bedroom with a double bed on either side. Elyse's side was decorated with false ivy, fairy lights and album art.

"I didn't know we could decorate!" You exclaimed in awe of her arrangement.

"Of course!" she said with enthusiasm. "It can be hard to get out sometimes. I'm only 5 months in and it can be hard to walk. But I know someone who can get us stuff, so let me know."

Your eyes widened. "5 months?"

"You should see Billy." The woman said with enthusiasm. "She's almost due. Big as a house. Not literally, but she might as well be. And the farmer's love her. Milkiest girl I've ever met. Tits that rival her belly."

"Farmers?"

"Oh! For when we need to be milked."

This time nothing could hide your expression

"Awww baby. I forgot. You just got in!" She approaches you and pulls you in close. Her belly bump pushing hard into your stomach. Your hands naturally resting on top. "We're breeding cows!"

Your heart shot into your throat hearing those words. Like someone had fingered their way into the centre of your mind, you felt exposed. Of course a part of you signed up because you were a little turned on at having a consequence free pregnancy, but this was more than you could have asked for.

"Its okay, baby. We'll make you feel right at home." She looked you in the eye, softly stroking your face. "Now let's get more comfortable, okay?"

She pulled down her pants. Beneath was a part of jet black underpants which were stretched tight, not only across her wide thighs, but also against the outline of a massive bulge. Your tried desperately to look her in the eye.

"Don't be shy. The clothes are just for Steph. Its too hard being this big in clothes." She said as she tried to pull herself out of her shirt. She gestured for you to help, which you cautiously obligued. She looked at you with now disheveled hair and smiled.

Elyse tucked her fingers under your shirt and pulled it up and over your head. She took a second, grin plastered across her face, admiring your body. "Sometimes I miss being so small." Her eyes jumped back up to yours, emphasising her point. "Sometimes."

"Now." she began. "In your form, you said you wanted a natural insemination. Is that right, darling?"

You nodded, cross-eyed, and mouth slightly open.

She sat you down on the bed before waddling to the room's door. You only just noticed it was wide open. And as she stood to close it another massive, naked woman walked by. She grabbed hold of Elyse's fat package playfully and looked at you. "Oooooo! Fresh meat. Can i join?"

"First time. Don't want to scare her too bad." She replies.

Both looked at you. You couldn't help but feel sheepish at the thought of these two enormous women having their way with you. But you didn't mind. You beckoned her inside with a wave.

The new woman jumped with joy as Elyse closed the door behind her. "You're very lucky. Elyse is my favourite." She says, continuing the play with Elyse's enclosed dick.

The new woman brought you over to Elyse's bed and sat down beside you. She tenderly rested her hand on her face. "Its been a while since I've been with someone so small."

"That's what I said." Elyse replied.

The new woman ran her hands down your face and along your bra strap. She turned to Elyse, "I hope we dont break her."

Your mind race at that though. 'Break me.' you silently begged as you turned to the woman sat beside you. Your thoughts so loud you swear she could hear them.

She smiled as she lugged one leg onto the bed and turned to face you. She grabbed your hand and rested it against her belly. With the other she pulled you in for a deep, tongue filled kiss.

Your heart beat fast in your chest as this kiss became your whole world. And as you lost yourself in pleasure you felt the bed jiggle behind you. Suddenly your bra was unclasped. "She won't be small for long."

Your average breasts were dwarfed by the larger women's. Elyse, behind you, draped her arms over your shoulder and rubbed her face into the nape of your neck. She firmly grasped one of your breasts while planting soft kisses along your jaw.

You gave into them, their hands too much for you to keep up with. You turned to face Elyse, and began to make out with her. Now the new woman held you close. You had never felt this touched before; this pampered. You moaned and groaned with each little touch.

Before you knew it you were laying down across the bed. The new woman awkwardly climbed up and on top of you, sat across your chest. Your slender frame fitting easily between her two emormous thighs. Her well past overdue belly rested on your forehead as she eagerly presented her pussy.

You ate, hungrily, rubbing your tongue firmly against her clit. She wobbled, and you felt her full weight shift as she tried to steady herself.

Her belly and thighs completely blocked your vision. You were flying blind.

Suddenly, you felt two hands part your legs. A soft touch ran its way up the inside of your thigh. You felt your jeans slowly being pulled from your body, your soaking wet panties finally being exposed to the air. Then they went to.

You continued to eat away as you felt something firm press against your pussy lips. You knew it was coming. You tried to beg but your mouth was full. You tried to move closer, but the weight of the new woman pinned you to the bed.

Instead you felt every slow minute of Elyse teasing you with her cock.

Happily she played with your emotions, rubbing her thick bellend against your clit. You writhed with anticipation.

Then she entered you. You had no idea what to expect. You hadn't seen it all, as she pushed deeper, you felt yourself stretch around it. It is absolutely enormous. You kept waiting for it to stop. Deeper and deeper, she pushed until you felt her pelvis touch yours.

You were full.

"Good girl."

All you could hear was the sounds of moaning and slapping, muffled by thick thighs, as you got fucked silly.

Elyse gripped both of your thighs. The woman on top of you tensed up too. You felt your own climax build.

Then she came. Deep inside yourself you felt the pressure of her seed, blocked by her enormous cock. But she kept pumping. Like a balloon you felt full and then inflated. The sensation was enough to tip you over the edge. You screamed into the new woman's pussy, grabbing hold of her fat ass. She screamed back.

As the moment passed, you felt her weight leave your face. She climbed off, leaving you in the recess of the bed your body had made. Shy the odd twitch, you were completely immobile.

You looked down at yourself. Your abdoman had swollen significantly since you'd last seen it. And as Elyse slowly pulled herself free from you, you got to see her dick for the first time. It was huge, thick as your arm and hung down to her knees. Her balls were no smaller, easily the size of two softballs.

The new girl grabbed the pillows from Elyse's bed and laid down beside you. Effortlessly, she dragged you into her arms, wrapping you around her enormous belly. You rested your head against her enormous breast, and quietly played with your hair.

"Was that good, baby girl?" She asked.

You looked up at her with wanting eyes and nodded.

[writingwenches]

House Lannister

House Lannister of Elyse Arryn — 130AC

If anyone has been wondering who's ruling over Casterly Rock and the Westerlands during the Dance of the Dragons? With the current Lord and his twin brother living at court in King's Landing, the helm of House Lannister is in the hands of Lady Elyse Lannister of House Arryn. [Jessica Walter with a medieval cocktail screaming at her horrid children]

While Lady Elyse is running the Realm in practice, the stamp is that of her "DISGRACE" of a grandson Tym Lannister, who decades ago eloped one night with his cousin from House Lannister of Lanisport. She has not let him out of her sight since, lest he do more to "SHAME" the family name further. Elyse sent away their only child, Cordelia to live amongst court in King's Landing so her parents "INADEQUACY" couldn't rub off on her. Tym Lannister — Amongst Tym's many crimes, his most shameful, only known by close family, is that he was the one responsible for "losing" baby Lynora Lannister on the journey between Casterly Rock and The Uplands in The Reach. [Tony Hale screaming 'GRANDMOTHERRRR' echos through Casterly Rock] *help me cast his wife! Lady Jaennifer Lannister of House Payne — Jaeny is the luckiest woman in all the realms. Two sons on her first pregnancy, her eldest is Master of Coin and her second eldest is Master of Ships. She could have stopped their but it just kept getting better. Her daughter, Cinda Lannister, is her very best friend. Jaeny never imagined she wouldn't care if she daughter married, but Cinda was lucky her siblings were so accomplished. [just good good Jennifer Coolage vibing vibes]

Notes: As always, love to hear how this crazy fits into your stories and OCs lives! If anyone needs an "evil step-sister" to the Targaryens in your story, may I suggest Elyse Arryn, she rocks.

[umbracirrus]

Umbracirrus Writing Masterlist

Originally, some of my writing masterlist was contained within my pinned post, though it hadn't been updated since April, and the post in question felt horribly long. So, I decided to make this list separate to my pinned post and to have it link to this instead.

It is split into multi-chapter fanfictions and oneshots, with the oneshots all at the bottom. It only includes things which I have posted at least one chapter of (or posted all of, in the case of oneshots)! And I happen to have.... Well, a lot of other things in progress not even mentioned here.

Masterlist last updated: 27th October 2024

Multi-Chapter fics

The Perfect Storm (On AO3) - In Progress

Skyrim fanfiction

Balgruuf the Greater/Dragonborn (Elyse Verne - OC); background Irileth/Hrongar

Rated E on AO3

Slow burn, Romance, Skyrim's chaotic politics, Skyrim Civil War, eventual sexual content

Summary:

“What do you think will burn better? Another ballad of Mikael’s about Whiterun’s ‘assets’, or yet another letter from Ulfric Stormcloak asking for me to join him?" When the Dragonborn is facing pressure to choose a side in the brewing war, she sticks with the side which holds a special place in her heart. She picks Whiterun.

Seeking the Sun (On AO3) - In Progress, precursor to The Perfect Storm

Skyrim fanfiction

Dragonborn (Elyse Verne - OC)

Rated M on AO3

Adventure, Angst, Skyrim main quest, minor canon divergence

She was free to go wherever she wished, drift around and allow her whims to guide her feet. But she had a plan… and that plan was Skyrim. Yes, it was a land full of strife, but it was still a place of great significance to her. It was her mother's homeland. When Elyse finds her life in Cyrodiil too painful to bare, she makes the decision to travel north, to Skyrim - unaware that she was Dragonborn, and that her decision would soon determine not just her own fate, but the fate of Skyrim... and potentially that of the world itself.

Tenacity (On Tumblr) - In Progress, prequel to both Seeking the Sun and The Perfect Storm

Skyrim fanfiction (based in 4E 172/173 - approximately 28/29 years pre-game)

Edwyn Verne (OC)/Ingja Frosthand (OC)

Chapters - {1} (currently only posted on Tumblr, not AO3)

Enemies to lovers, Forbidden romance, tragedy with a happy ending

"Stay away from those mages and their college. They are nothing but bad news." That message had been instilled in Ingja since she was but a child. So after a chance encounter leads to her getting to know Edwyn, an aspirational student of conjuration in the College, she realises that perhaps... mages simply aren't as bad as their reputation would say.

Tempest (on AO3) - In Progress

Skyrim fanfiction (based in the same version of Skyrim as The Perfect Storm, but is a standalone fic)

Thorne (OC)/Vilkas, past Thorne/Brynjolf

Rated M on AO3

Enemies to lovers, Found family, Secrets, Mental health issues, Companions questline, past Thieves Guild questline

The Thieves Guild were like the family which Thorne never had, though she never felt as though she truly fit in, even after reaching position of guildmaster. After a heart-to-heart with Brynjolf, she finds herself planning to amicably part ways with the guild and find somewhere that she could belong. Somewhere that she could feel happy. That somewhere ends up being Jorrvaskr much to the chagrin of Vilkas, who feels that she is hiding more than she is letting on.

With light comes shadow (On AO3) - In Progress

Oblivion fanfiction (featuring two heroes of Kvatch)

Martin Septim/Hero of Kvatch (Florian Livius - OC); uncertain if my other HoK, Drissa Arys (OC), will have a relationship established or not.

Rated M on AO3

Character Redemption/Condemnation, Oblivion Main Quest, Oblivion Dark Brotherhood, canon character death, Found family

At a pivotal time for the Empire, in the wake of the Emperor’s death, two so-called heroes emerge from the ashes of Kvatch - an incompetent thief and a disgraced arena fighter. One takes the chance at redemption. The other seeks their own ruin.

Oneshots

A Moment in the Sunset (On here and AO3)

Skyrim fanfiction

Balgruuf the Greater (Elyse Verne - OC)

Rated M on AO3

As the sun sets across Skyrim, the Dragonborn and Jarl of Whiterun spend a peaceful few moments on the porch of Dragonsreach.

"Do you surrender?" (On AO3)

Skyrim fanfiction

Balgruuf the Greater/Dragonborn (Elyse Verne - OC)

Rated E on AO3 (sexual content)

When business in Whiterun grows far too tedious for Balgruuf's liking, he takes a break to find his wife in order let off some steam. What starts out as a sparring session with Elyse on the Dragonsreach porch takes a heated turn.

Kiss (On here)

Skyrim fanfiction

Balgruuf the Greater/Dragonborn (Elyse Verne - OC)

To be part of a bigger oneshot in the future (or maybe added in to The Perfect Storm eventually :3)

Elyse and Balgruuf sneak out of Dragonsreach for a night in the Bannered Mare without telling anyone, not even their housecarls, and end up sharing a dessert. A very messy dessert.

Purity (On here and AO3)

Skyrim fanfiction

Vilkas/Dragonborn (Thea - OC)

Rated T on AO3

An odd, prickly feeling went down Vilkas' spine as he watched Thea navigate towards a wall, which upon further inspection, looked to have an indent about the size of a door. The sensation made him shiver, and he had to stretch his fingers with anticipation. Sweat was also pouring down the back of his neck, a looming sense of… not quite terror, but more along the lines that something was going to go awfully wrong if he were to go any further.

Starlit (On here)

Skyrim fanfiction

Miraak

Miraak looks up at the night sky after his long-awaited freedom from Apocrypha.

[hannahxinterrupted]

✡️ BIOGRAPHY ✡️PINTEREST ✡️ PLAYLIST ✡️JUNE ✡️

Basic Information

FULL NAME hannah elyse kaplan NICKNAME(S) han, hannah banana OCCUPATION art therapist for correctional and rehab programs AGE thirty-seven DATE OF BIRTH october 22nd NATIONALITY american GENDER & PRONOUNS cis female & she/her ORIENTATION panromantic pansexual LIBIDO high RELIGION jewish

Physical Information

FACE CLAIM natalie portman HEIGHT 4'11 EYE COLOUR brown HAIR COLOUR + STYLE brunette, long, wavy TATTOO(S) ruth written behind her ear in hebrew SCAR(S) cesarian scar, a long faded scar that starts above her eyebrow and dips into her smile line, a thick surgical scar resting her on right collar bone, several small scars on her hands from self defense wounds, a scar that traces her forehead hidden in her hairline. PIERCING(S) ears, belly button, a tongue piercing that was removed years ago. JEWLERY golden star of david necklace, various rings

Background Information

HOMETOWN concord, new hampshire CURRENT RESIDENCE the wexley, new york LANGUAGE(S) english, hebrew, asl SOCIAL CLASS upper middle class DEGREE(S) bachelor of fine arts, masters of art therapy PARENT #1 neve kaplan - killed by the infected PARENT #2 eric kaplan - killed by the infected SIBLING(S) rachel kaplan - killed by other survivors CHILD(REN) june ruth kaplan, 6 PET(S) lady - brown lab - service animal - MIA RELATIONSHIP divorced for 5 years RAP SHEET? multiple DUIs and petty theft charges as a minor

Mental & Physical Health

MORAL ALIGNMENT neutral good AILMENTS migraines NEURODIVERGENCE(S) night terrors, ptsd, agoraphobia

Vices & Habits

SMOKES? sometimes no DRINKS? yes DRUGS? weed, thc, etc VIOLENT? no SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? sometimes HOBBIES canning, making jams, foraging, painting, drawing, journaling, praying, flower pressing, LIKES animals, baking, dancing, shopping, hiking, wildflowers, classic movies, sweaters, teas, DISLIKES social media, smartphones, art critics, confrontation, commitment, musicals, superheroes

[xclowniex]

People never fail to disgust me.

There is a tik tok creator, Elyse Meyers.

Her son who is a baby, has a hole in his heart and is undergoing open heart surgery for it and she made a video about it.

She had to turn off the comments as people kept posting about Palestine and how they do not care for her baby when people are dying in Palestine. People were also filling her comment section with comments about Bisan.

So many of her other videos have been bombarded with comments about Palestine. Including one where she is talking about finally accepting her curly hair and people are talking about Bisan and her curly hair.

It is absolutely vile that she got the type of comments she did and the amount of it.

Like can't a woman fucking be sad about her child undergoing a major surgery without all of her comments being filled with stuff about Palestine???

She has never made a video on the situation in Palestine and she does not make political content.

Her content has nothing to do with politics. It's about mental health and her life!

She is being harassed because she has not made a video on Palestine and people want her to.

And you know what? I'm glad she hasn't. She obviously feels like she is not educated enough to speak on the topic so she hasn't.

"She should educate herself"

She is a new mother which takes up most of her time. Especially so now as her child has undergone a major surgery.

She also needs to make money so she can support her baby.

Not everyone has time to educate themselves on the level to speak about the topic at hand. A 5 minute Google search is not enough research.

Would you rather she neglects her child so she can do the research to make one video????

Harassing Elyse does nothing for palestine.

If you care so much about influencers making videos, uplift the ones that do rather than harass people who have enough going on in their lives.

[knickynoo]

do you have any random alex keaton headcanons? i think you’ve done a couple already but i’m not to sure.

love your blog btw <3

Thank you!

I think I've done a couple of headcanon posts focusing on Alex and Ellen as a couple, but idk that I've done one exclusively for Alex. Hmm.

• In "A, My Name is Alex," we learn that Alex was frequently under extreme pressure from his teachers to always have the right answer at the ready, be an example of a perfect student, accept the social isolation as the price to pay for being "special" and so on. We'll, I headcanon that at some point in his childhood, Alex attempted to go on strike. He had a pep talk with himself before school, telling himself he would refuse to answer any questions no matter how many times the teacher called on him.

He didn't even make it to lunchtime. The teacher's perplexed and disappointed expression, combined with his own fear that others would think he didn't know the answer was enough to break him.

• Alex played soccer as a kid (canon) but he wasn't particularly good at it (headcanon). He joined at the urging of Steven and Elyse, who had hoped it would help him make friends, but just ended up being that kid who thought he knew more than the coach and who tripped over his own feet several times a game. The times he managed to score goals were mostly accidental. Steven and Elyse made every effort to show up to each game and cheer him on.

• Even though Alex makes fun of his father's job a lot, he does watch every documentary Steven has a part in making and then sits with him after to discuss his favorite aspects of it.

• The orange juice obsession started as a young child and only strengthened as Alex got older. He'll drink other juice if that's the only option, but he never chooses it over oj. He can also do a blind taste test and tell (with near perfect accuracy) what the brand is. He prefers homemade, though, which Steven occasionally makes in large batches. Steven and Elyse often have to remind Alex to drink water.

• Alex is an amazing cook, and he's not shy about taking charge in the kitchen and whipping up a meal every so often. (this is actually kind of canon, as there's an episode where he makes his famous "Pasta Alex" for his family) He mostly sticks to picking recipes from cookbooks, but he's also got a natural talent for knowing what flavors will work well together and can pull together a good meal without any specific instructions.

• When Alex hasn't made a trip to his local bank in a while, the manager and tellers call the Keatons to make sure he's okay.

• As Mallory ventures into and becomes successful in the fashion world, Alex is one of her biggest cheerleaders. She has a line of sweater vests, and he's thrilled whenever a new one is released. He agrees to be her model in some of the advertisements for them.

• Shortly after Andy is born, Alex starts a college fund for him. He doesn't tell him parents and secretly squirrels away money over the years. Between this and the fund his parents start, Andy can pretty much go to any school he wants by the time he's old enough to start thinking of colleges.

• Despite his attitude about success and his desire for immense wealth, Alex ends up being very generous with his money as he makes his way up the ladder in the business world. He tried very hard to hide his big heart, but he can't deny that he likes helping others in need. He makes frequent, anonymous donations to many charities and also does volunteer work with Ellen.

• Oh yeah, I have to include the mention of my headcanon that Alex and Ellen end up finding each other again and getting married. Duh.

• Alex is autistic, and it's something he eventually comes to realize a little later on in life, once the condition starts to become more widely understood and recognized (especially in adults.) It's actually Ellen who connects the dots, and it's that moment of realization where a lot of things fall into place. It explains his difficulty with emotions and relationships, his need for sameness and why things fall apart for him when things change, the black and white thinking, and the way he struggles to see things from other people's perspectives, his strong obsessions, and his very obviously savant-like talents. (His ability to do extremely complex math as a toddler, identifying coins by their sounds, easily memorizing entire passages from books and board game rule books, etc)

Alex thinks it's an absurd suggestion at first, and she drops the topic for fear of upsetting him, but it stays lodged in the back of his mind. He becomes so completely absorbed in proving that he does not fit the criteria or the little list on the paper Ellen had shown him that he can't focus on anything else. Which, you know, only goes to prove her point even more. Eventually, he relents and admits she's probably right. Getting to that point of acceptance (and maybe even seeking professional resources) is one of the best things that happens to Alex.

(And as a little bonus headcanon, I think a similar chain of events unfold when Alex goes to talk to Elyse about the whole situation. She listens, and though she's a little overwhelmed, she agrees it does fit. Later on, she goes to Steven with a printout or a book about autism and is like, "He got it from somewhere," to which Steven goes, "???? Elyse, what are you talking about?? Please let me get back to making my elaborate chart detailing the electricity usage of every person in this house. Also, I hope you didn't buy a different brand of napkins again or I'll have a nervous breakdown." And Elyse is like 🤦🏼‍♀️)

Thanks for the ask! This was a lot of fun.

[farity]

Sorrow, part 6

"You cannot mean that, Aemond."

Alicent looked at her son, then at her father, looking for answers from either of them.

"Aemond!" she snapped.

Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, sat back, engaged in a staring contest with the one who had so far been his favorite grandson. He glanced at the young woman sitting next to him, whose eyes were firmly planted on the hands she clutched together.

"Mother," Aemond finally said, breaking the tension, "I have made my choice, and she sits next to me. She is my wife and she will remain so until the Stranger takes us. And yes," he added, "I mean it. Should either of you make further attempts to destroy my marriage, I will leave, with my wife, and with Vhagar."

He noticed his grandsire's jaw twitch.

"I'm sure the loss might tip the scales on behalf of my whore of a sister."

Alicent stood then, "have you forgotten your duty, Aemond? Where is your devotion to your family, where is your loyalty?"

Aemond lunged to place his hands on his grandfather's desk, towering over his mother. "When have loyalty and duty ever served me?" he raged.

Elyse clasped her hands tighter, Otto saw, her pale knuckles almost white.

"I've been loyal, and dutiful, all my life. Did it get me justice when that bastard took my eye? Did it get me an ounce of affection from my father?"

Alicent let out a slow breath, and had no answer to give.

"Here is my line," Aemond added, "and should you cross it, you know what I will do."

He turned to Elyse and placed a hand out. She looked up at him and placed her own smaller one on his, and he led her out of Otto's study.

* * * * *

"I do not wish to cause any strife."

"It is not you who is causing it."

"Oh, sister!"

Elyse turned at the sound of Helaena's voice, and sank into a curtsy. "Your Grace."

Aemond kissed his sister's cheek and Helaena then reached out to embrace his wife.

"I was wondering if you would sit with us in the gardens. The baby sleeps and I thought to have the children play outside."

"I would love that," Elyse said shyly, "if that is agreeable to you, husband."

Frankly, he'd much rather take her back to their rooms and kiss her some more, but he saw the small smile on her face and nodded. "Of course, I will find you later," he replied, placing a kiss on her temple.

He watched as Helaena linked arms with Elyse and led her toward the gardens, wondering if someday there might be harmony amongst them all, then turned to find a smirking Aegon looking at him.

"Well, well."

Aemond rolled his eye before bowing to his brother. "Your Grace," he said, smirking.

"Is this your way of doing penance for killing that little fuck?"

Aemond started to walk past his brother, but Aegon grabbed his arm.

"It is no penance, brother."

"Tell me, was she doing something so very interesting in her chapel that she intrigued you so? I hear she was on her knees."

"Did you not hear what she said to our gracious guests?" Aemond shook off Aegon's hand. "Or did your gossipmongering not include that horror story?"

Aegon stared after him as Aemond walked away.

* * * * *

Two hours later, Aemond was heading to the gardens, when he heard someone laughing.

He knew it wasn't Helaena, nor any of the nurses that helped with the children, and when he turned the corner to walk into the garden itself, he stopped, frozen.

Elyse was holding baby Maelor, who was busily placing drooly kisses all over her jaw, giggling and kicking his fat little legs while Elyse laughed.

He had not heard her laugh before, not seen her smile like that, and the knowledge that she would never hold a child of her own with such joy broke something inside him. If he could revive her late husband just to kill him again with his bare hands, he would do it gladly.

He watched Helaena toss her a clean cloth and Elyse wiped her jaw off, still laughing, and then she turned to find him looking at her.

Her smile froze in place, but then it started to rain, so softly at first that she didn't notice it because she was still looking at him, and then it began to rain in earnest and she looked up and laughed again before running to him as Helaena rushed her children inside.

"Come," she said, tugging at his hand.

He let her pull him out into the open, charmed by her laugh and her joy, and watched her close her eyes and feel the drops falling on her face.

"It's lovely, isn't it? It hasn't rained in so long," she murmured, eyes still closed, and Aemond, who embodied calm and restraint in most things, simply reached out and pulled her in, his hands cradling her face so he could kiss her under the rain.

He felt her smile against his lips, felt her gentle touch as she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him back.

Overlooking the gardens, Alicent watched the two young people for a moment before heading back to her rooms.

* * * * *

The raven arrived the next morning, with a declaration of war.

"I will return as soon as I can," he told her as he readied himself. It was the last thing he wanted to do, to leave Elyse still unsettled, but if he didn't go, who knew what Aegon might do.

It was Rhaenys, the old bitch who had nearly incinerated them all at Aegon's coronation, the self-righteous hag who had murdered hundreds of people when she emerged from beneath the boards of the dragon pit.

"Of course," she said, giving him a small smile.

"You should sleep here," he added, before he lost his nerve. "I was thinking maybe sleeping, just sleeping, with me, might help with your nightmares. And it is more comfortable than yours."

Elyse blushed, "I should like that, Aemond. I should like to share your bed."

He was too afraid to ask if she meant share his bed just to sleep, or truly share his bed. He took her hands in his and kissed the back of her fingers before kissing her lips.

"Come back to me, husband," she whispered.

"I will. I will come back to you, wife."

* * * * *

"It is difficult, this waiting."

Elyse turned to find Alicent standing at the doorway.

"Your Grace," she stood and curtsied.

"I never waited for my husband to come home from battle, but I assure you, waiting for my children is almost unbearable." Alicent walked over to where Elyse sat by the balcony. "Aemond is a very capable dragon rider, and an even better fighter, should the need arise."

Elyse watched as Alicent took her hand in hers. "My son will come home to you."

"I've watched him train," Elyse said, but I've only seen him on Vhagar a couple of times."

Alicent smiled. "He offered to take me flying once and I told him to never ask me again, but he will take you."

Elyse said nothing, unused to her mother-in-law.

"He seems to care a great deal about you."

"I care about him, too."

Alicent nodded. "I hope so, child. I truly do."

* * * * *

[miratenebrarum]

@thusaliar

"Well, Arma, would you look at that! We got a celebrity with us, here!"

Celebrity is an understatement. Looks like everything the other puppets rambled about was this 'puppet of Geppetto' who went around killing everything that moved in his direction! It was about time they met -- even if, at the moment, both Karl and the crow puppet weren't in the right position for a proper encounter, lazily sitting on a balcony of a not-so-long abandoned house in Elysion Boulevard. With the bird sitting on his head and his legs kicking around like a child, the scene would seem almost cute... if it wasn't for the sharp, black and still bloody spear in his hand, still dripping the remains of his latest 'catch'.

"...why, yes, Arma! I agree" he continued with a chuckle, hunching over to get a better look of the other "I thought he was taller too!"

[sapphire-writes]

Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon!OC

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fic summary: Elyse Baratheon is Princess Helaena’s childhood companion and closest friend. Jacaerys Velaryon has loved her since childhood. Aemond Targaryen loathes the idea of love. A Baratheon in the capital changes the Dance of Dragons, and the realm holds its breath.

chapter summary: Decisions are made about what to do about Daemon in the Riverlands. Elyse and Aemond quarrel.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: minors DNI, language, smut, possessiveness, jealousy, slapping

“They have not left their chambers,” Helaena told her mother as they broke their fast. The newlyweds were not expected to join the royal family, but it surprised Queen Alicent that she had yet to see them.

Alicent flushed scarlet nearly choking on her food. 

“Surely, that is not true,” Alicent said, nimble fingers drifting towards the star of the seven that lay against the hollow of her throat. The wedding between Prince Aemond and Lady Elyse had been well over a week prior. 

Helaena continued breaking her fast, nonchalantly. She did not read her mother’s distress as she smeared some jam onto a slice of bread. 

“I suppose they must leave, but they return rather quickly,” Helaena mused, taking a bite of bread. She was happy for her friend, and for her brother. 

“Well,” Alicent said, waving for the place settings to be removed, “a happy marriage it will be I suppose.”

Helaena nodded in agreement, as Aegon entered the room. Helaena’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as Alicent rose from the table to greet him, a delighted smile on her face. 

“You rarely join us,” she noted as Aegon sat down, grabbing a plate from a servant who had begun to clear off the table. He shoves bread into his mouth, chewing harshly. 

“That is because the last time I joined a family meal, I found a centipede in my wine glass,” he said between chews, glaring at his sister wife. Helaena’s eyes narrowed in return. 

 “We are always pleased by your presence, Aegon,” Alicent said, stroking her eldest son's silver hair. Aegon glanced up at his mother as he continued chewing, as though this was the first he heard of it. 

“Where are the little ones?” Aegon asked, noting the absence of his children. 

“With Tasha,” Helaena told him. Jaehara and Jaehaerys had grown from toddling babes to gangly children, filling the Red Keep with laughter. Jaehaera was still a quiet girl, and she clung to her twin brother everywhere he went. Aegon tapped the cup that sat in front of him with his fingers. 

“I intend to send Tasha with Elyse when she journeys to Storm’s End,” Helaena tells Aegon who groans. 

“When is that happening?” he asks, spearing a piece of meat with his knife. 

“Within the fortnight,” Helaena continues, “Elyse is rather fond of her, I thought the company would be enjoyable.”

“Who shall look after the children?” Aegon questions.

“There are others, Aegon,” Helaena assures him, though he has never inquired about the children’s caregivers before. She wonders if Aegon has taken Tasha as a lover as well, and is worried about missing her. 

Her brother’s paramours were of no concern to Helaena. She cared little about her brother’s doing unless they were aggressive in nature. Helaena and Aegon had done their duties to produce heirs and that was all. They enjoyed each other much more as siblings, than as husband and wife. 

“Is Aemond to travel with her?” Aegon asked, eyebrows coming together.

“I would assume so, he is her husband after all,” Helaena said, mouth turning to a frown at his question.  

Aegon shakes his head as he continues chewing. Alicent gives him a scolding motherly look, as though he is still a small child learning table manners. 

“That will not do, I need him here.”

“They shan’t be long,” Alicent says, sighing. 

“Daemon is terrorizing the Riverlands,” Aegon says, glaring at his mother, “he resides at Harrenhal and makes a mockery of the crown. I wish to send Aemond to see about him.”

Alicent bites her tongue so hard she tastes copper in her mouth. 

“Sending Aemond is unwise,” she advises, “Daemon is hardly terrorizing anyone, he is a guest of Lord Strong. Rhaenyra has all but accepted your terms.”

Aegon leans back in his chair. 

“And how long shall I wait to hear from my sweet sister?” he questions, “Until half the realm comes to her aid?”

“The realm knows its true king,” Alicent assures, “Rhaenyra shall kneel.”

Aegon gives his mother an incredulous look. Helaena is silent, staring at her plate. She does not argue with her mother about Rhaenyra. It is always fruitless. 

“You hold too much hope in your heart for her, mother,” Aegon says in a quiet voice. 

Alicent inhales, a pink blush appearing on the top of her cheeks. Sometimes when Aegon talks he sounds so much like Otto it frightens her. 

She stares back at her son, into the violet eyes of the boy she birthed when she was little more than a child. They hold each other’s gaze as though they are quarreling siblings, not mother and son. 

Aegon looks away first, continuing to eat. 

“Aemond shall journey to Haranhall first,” he insists, “then he may join his bride.”

Alicent watches her eldest son eat. She glances towards Helaena who has begun humming to herself. 

“Storms end, storms begin,” she murmurs and Alicent leaves the table. 

~~~

Aemond had met with his brother and the small council, which agreed with Aegon on sending Aemond to the Riverlands. Otto Hightower was growing increasingly impatient with Rhaenyra’s antics and reports of her sons flying throughout the realm. 

Always a man of duty, Aemond reluctantly agreed, knowing the change in plans would upset his new wife. Elyse would understand, though he knew she would be disappointed. 

Aemond waited in their shared chambers for Elyse to return from her afternoon stroll with Helaena in the gardens. They had hardly left their chambers since their wedding, and Aemond had encouraged her to spend time with her oldest friend. 

Aemond was reading by the fire when a knock came on the door. Jeyne entered, a wooden box in her grip. 

“Pardon me, you grace,” she said, curtseying, “I came to deliver this for Lady Elyse, it seems to have gotten lost in the transition.”

Aemond studied the handmaiden, watching as her eyes refused to meet his. 

“Thank you, Jeyne,” he said, forcing a tight smile.

“I should give it to her directly, your grace,” Jeyne insisted, cheeks reddening. 

Aemond studied her expression, confused by her statement. His eye flickered to the box then back to Jeyne’s fearful face. 

“You shall leave it here,” he told her, waving his hand towards the desk. Jeyne wet her lips, shifting from one foot to the other. She did not move. The prince raised a brow at her. 

“I shall not ask again,” he told her, voice cold. Jeyne released a shaky breath.

“Of course, your grace,” she mumbled, walking past him and leaving the box reluctantly on the desk. As she placed it down she did not remove her hands from it for a long moment. Finally, she removed her hands and gave Aemond a hasty bow before leaving the room. 

Aemond stood immediately, walking over to the desk. The box was a simple thing, and he unlatched it with ease revealing several scrolls of parchment, red wax seals split open. He picked one up, placing the seal together forming the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. 

He felt his stomach turn as his face twisted with displeasure. Aemond opened the letter he held, glancing over the words. The name that signed it. 

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Aemond pawed through the letters, seemingly hundreds of them that his wife had exchanged with his nephew throughout the years. 

Aemond’s jaw clenched, jealousy swimming through him, as he saw the signature was the same for each one. All from his nephew. All started and signed the same. 

My dearest. Ever yours.

The door opened and Elyse entered, looking lovely as ever, cheeks rosy from the cool air. She wore a green gown that accentuated her sapphire blue eyes. 

She smiled lovingly at her husband before her eyes fell to the chest on the table in front of him. The letter he currently had clenched within his fist. The veins of his hands were prominent with how tightly he held them. 

Elyse’s smile faltered, her forehead wrinkling with displeasure. Her face flushed with embarrassment. She hurried over to Aemond, tearing the parchment from his grip.

“Those are private,” she hissed, shoving the scattered pages back into the wooden box. Aemond watched her, eerily calm. Elyse slammed the lid shut, throwing the latch, the sound echoing throughout the room.

Her breathing came quickly, her chest rising and falling with anger. She glanced at her husband then. Aemond’s face hardened. 

“I always knew the bastard was infatuated with you-”

“He was not!” Elyse said, cheeks aflame. Embarrassment coursed through her. She had wondered where the chest had disappeared and had hoped to find it before something like this happened. 

Aemond tilted his head to the side at his beautiful, stubborn wife. 

“Do not lie to me,” he said, voice dangerously level, his words a sword held at her throat. 

“We are friends Aemond,” she assures him, face aflame with embarrassment, “we have always been friends, you are well aware of that.”

Aemond bites his tongue, his lips beginning to curl into a snarl. Jealousy was not a new emotion for Aemond to experience, though it was one he greatly detested. Especially when it came in regards to his wife. 

“Always friends?” he challenges, and Elyse feels her heart pounding.

“Yes.”

“Do you kiss all your friends?” he accuses bitterly, arms crossed.

Elyse’s mouth falls open at his jealousy. She is sure her face cannot be any more flushed, but she feels the heat creeping down her neck, humiliation dripping down her spine. 

“I was just a girl,” she hisses, looking away from him, “I do not have to explain myself to you.”

“I am your husband.”

“And I have not dishonored you!” Elyse shouts, feeling angry tears prickling behind her eyes, “Aemond, this was well before we were anything.”

She sees the hurt flash across his face before his expression quickly hardens. He knows she is right, and that he has no reason for his jealousy. But Aemond feels as though she has always belonged to him, she has always been his. 

He has watched them kiss, the day Jacaerys came to court for the council of Driftmark’s succession. Aemond had watched as Elyse froze as Jace pressed his lips against hers, how she pulled away first. Though he was mad with jealousy, he knew at that moment his nephew was not who she wanted.

Still, the thought of his nephew being infatuated with his wife, even after all these years, and you entertaining him through your letters, set his entire being aflame with jealousy. 

“You may be a married woman,” Aemond begins, walking closer to his wife, “but the bastard is still obsessed with you.”

Elyse furrows her brow, and her lips form a tight line as anger courses through her. She is beautiful like this, full of fury. Aemond brings a hand to her cheek, the other to her waist.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Aemond purrs, lifting her onto the desk. She looks down, confused at the shift in his mood. He has a possessive look in his eye as his fingers work the laces of her dress. His mouth finds her throat, sucking harshly on the smooth skin.

“My perfect girl,” Aemond murmurs, the vibration dancing across her skin. Elyse feels a thrill run through her as she reaches for him. 

“Aemond-” Elyse whimpered, still angry though her eyes flutter shut as his mouth caresses her.

“I’d be fucking infuriated as well. My poor nephew, who gets none of this,” he growled, moving his mouth towards her lips, barely kissing her. Elyse finds herself leaning into him, desperate for his mouth atop hers. 

Who does, my lady?” he asked, sneering, hands gripping her thighs, pulling them apart so he can stand between them. Aemond runs his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirts up. Elyse’s breathing turns to pants. 

“Who worships this body?” he asks, fingers digging into her hips. 

Aemond brings a hand to her face, gripping her jaw painfully as he moves to nip her throat. There will be love bites adorning her neck tomorrow, noticeable ones. 

“You, my prince.” Elyse breathes causing Aemond to hum with pleasure.

“Who does this cunt belong to?”

Elyse’s face scrunches at his crude remark. She pushes against him suddenly, and he looks at her with a wild gleam in his lavender eye.  

“You’re being wretched.”

“Strike me then, go on.”

Elyse’s eyes widened at his request. She did slap him once, on her own accord when he was being particularly cruel. She remembered the look in his eye, the words he spoke after. That is not the slight you intend it to be. Elyse waits a moment before he nods at her in encouragement. She brings her hand to slap him on the cheek.

His face breaks into the grin of a man gone mad. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging her head backward, almost painfully so, causing Elyse to cry out.  

“Who does this cunt belong to?” he repeats, his voice a growl. 

“Aemond, you,” she whimpers. Aemond pulls her hair harshly, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Only me.”

“Only you.”

“Fuck,�� he says, panting, “you’re so sweet, my darling Elyse.” His fingers tear at the lace front of her dress, ripping the fabric open. Elyse gasps in surprise.

“That was a gift from your mother,” she scolds. 

“I’ll buy you another.” he snarled, springing her breasts free, continuing to split the fabric of her dress down the middle. Elyse was desperate for him, so much so it frightened her, as her hands found his breeches pulling them downwards. 

His cock, now freed, slapped against his stomach, the tip weeping. 

“Take me, take me now,” Elyse begged, knowing Aemond liked to take his time with her. She couldn’t stand it right now. She needed him now. Elyse raised herself on her palms as Aemond tore away her small clothes. 

He captured her lips in a heated kiss, as her hand reached down to help his own guide his cock to her throbbing center. Once sheathed within her, the couple both let out a groan as he begins fucking her relentlessly, her dress a mess of tattered ribbons around her.

 “Aemond, please I-” Elyse began with tears in her eyes. Aemond smiled as Elyse cried out, her walls clenching around him. He held her hips firmly, snapping his own against her. 

“Oh Aemond please,” she begged. 

“What does my sweet girl want?” he purred, and Elyse felt her toes curl from pleasure. 

“Please I need-” Elyse said, unsure what she needed. All she could feel was Aemond, just Aemond slamming into her again and again. A coil of pressure built in her lower stomach ready to snap. 

“Anything,” Aemond said breathlessly. “I’ll give you anything.” He reached between her legs towards the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Using her slick his long fingers worked the sensitive nub and Elyse fell apart against him with a scream. As her walls fluttered around him, he found his release, emptying himself into her. 

They lay against each other in comfortable silence. Aemond places kisses up her chest, toward her neck before meeting her lips. 

“I am sorry,” he mumbles against her lips. Elyse tangles her hands in his hair.

“I know,” she assures him as he nuzzles against her, as she feels his cock soften within her. Her friendship with Jacaerys was not something that would be easily maintained as Aemond’s wife. This she was sure of. 

“I wish you did not have to go,” Elyse admitted, fingers tracing mindless patterns on his shoulders. 

“I shall be with you in Storm’s End before you know it,” he assured, lacing his fingers through hers and pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles. 

“You shall be careful?”

“The small council does not wish for war,” he tells her, “they still have hope Rhaenyra will concede peacefully.”

“And Prince Daemon?”

“A simple mission to see what his business in the Riverlands is about. I shan’t linger there.”

She tries to hide her disappointment at the thought of returning to Storm’s End without him. Elyse met his eye. 

“I shall miss you,” she tells him and he hums in agreement. 

“When my sister bends the knee, we need never be parted again,” Aemond assures her, causing Elyse to smile. 

She wishes they could stay like this, limbs intertwined. Connected together in the safety of their chambers. Here, in these chambers, nothing bad can touch them.

Aemond leaves at first light for Harrenhal. Elyse does not wake up when he kisses her goodbye. When she does finally wake, Aemond’s side of the bed is cold.