#geralt of rivia x black!female oc

[cardierreh15]

The Lost Prince of House Targaryen.

Hi! This is chapter 2. Yall know how I am with the emotions, so bring ya tissues. Enjoy 🖤

***I do not give anyone permission to translate, copy and/or repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Mentions of Rape , Blood , Angst , Cursing .

Pairings: Tytus Snow (Geralt of Rivia) x Alyssa Landon (black!plus size female)

Description: Tytus finds out the truth about the relationship between his mother and father.

Word Count: 5.6K

Song: No Time To Die by BILLIE EILISH

Special Guests: Mr. Landon (Denzel Washington)

Skeletons

Tytus had managed to make it back to Gardenia in record time. With added weight on his shoulder, the time that it took to get there the first time would’ve been sliced in half.

But with the way Tytus pushed and pulled farm equipment, lulled around heavy pelts and chopped wood, carrying her around like this was not even close to the hard work that he’d put in everyday.

When he made it back to Gardenia, she neigh loudly; excited to see her faithful owner.

‘Gardenia— shh!’ Tytus tried to hush her but to no avail, Alyssa had awakened.

Alyssa instantly groaned as she came to be. She blinked away her blurry vision, instantly taking note that she was upside down and being carried. In that moment, adrenaline kicked in and she began to panic! She began to flay and kick her legs around and punch against his muscular back.

‘LET ME GO! SOMEBODY HELP ME!’

It all happened so damn quickly, Tytus barely had a moment to explain what happened before she did her damndest for him to drop her.

‘Alyssa, Alyssa! It’s alright, it’s me!’

She continued to kick her legs and beat against his back like a maniac, ‘I don’t know who you are! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW OR ELSE MY FATHER—‘

Tytus stopped in his tracks as she kept screaming for dear life. Rolling his eyes, he sighed out, ‘If I put you down—‘

‘AAAAHHHH! PUT ME DOWN!’

‘Suit yourself.’ He huffed before wrapping his arm around the back of her knees and practically tossing her on her back.

‘URGH!’ She exclaimed at the impact, squeezing her eyes shut until she was able to suck in some air. ‘What the hell is your—‘ Her crazed eyes opened to see Tytus standing before her, face and hair bloodied with his arms folded across his chest. He had this unamused expression written across his features.

‘Tytus! I—‘

He stood there with his thick brow raised. His patience was now long gone at this point and he was ready to get back home to some warm soup and his cot.

‘Wh-‘ Alyssa took a moment to look at her surroundings as her busty chest rose and fell quickly. Her adrenaline began to subside as she realized that they were the only ones here. ‘What are you doing here? H-how did you find me?’

‘I don’t think that too much matters right now. What does, is that the sun is setting faster than anticipated. You will have to explain to your father where you’ve been all afternoon.’

Gritting her teeth together, she felt the sudden soreness in her cheek. She reached up to touch it but flinched, hissing at the sensitivity. Her own blood had dripped up her face when she was carried, and was now dry along with the opening of her wound.

‘What’s happened to my face?’

Tytus stared at her for another moment before walking over to Gardenia. ‘You brought harm to one of the men who imprisoned you in that pillory. They punished you for defending yourself.’

Looking back at her white haired savior, her lips parted for a moment. Then it dawned on her. The blood on his face, hair and neck, his messy and out of place locks that were once pulled back tightly in a ponytail. He found her, and killed the men who made the attempt to steal her pride away from her.

Never before would she have imagined that Tytus could kill! Well she knew that he would go out into the woods and hunt but to kill humans?! You had to be a special kind of hard to come to the aid of another and take not just one but 3 lives. It appeared that there was more to him after all.

Alyssa carefully pulled herself to her feet as her lips parted. Her mind was racing with what she could say to him. Beg him not to tell her father. Ask him what he wanted in return.

‘I—‘ she paused for a second, ‘Thank you, Tytus.’

Tytus pulled out his water skin and popped the top before dumping water over his face to rid himself of the dried blood that stuck to his skin. Then, he used a cloth to wipe his face dry.

The woman watched him in awe. Watching as the contaminated water trail down his jaw, to his neck where it disappeared and seeped into his linens.  Soaking his shoulders and chest. She bit into her bottom lip and managed to tear her gaze away from this magical scenery. Stop looking at him like that. He’s not even attracted to you. You’re acting like you’ve never seen a man before.

Not a man like this. Targaryens always had this aura of beauty about them. And even as a bastard, he still embodied that rare beauty.

Tytus held the water skin in his hand as he walked towards her and held it out to her.

She glanced at his hand before glancing up at him.

‘I don’t think your father would be too pleased with seeing blood on your face even if it meant that you tore off that prick’s face in the process.’ A small smirk curled on his lips. To say the least, he was very impressed with her efforts and very proud.

Alyssa reached up to touch her chin where she was met with a thick, sticky substance.

He gave her a firm nod for her to take it and once she did, she wasted no time pouring lukewarm warm water on her face. And just as she did with him, Tytus watched as the water dripped down from her face, to her neck and her cleavage.

Alyssa was probably one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. It was everything about her physical appearance but also how she carried herself. She was confident and never bit her tongue for anyone. How could one not adore someone like that?!

He swallowed hard before turning his head and holding out the cloth he’d used just moments before.

She took the cloth and patted herself dry and let out a gentle sigh, ‘Thank you.’

Tytus bowed his head and let out a gentle sigh, ‘We’ve got to get home.’

***

Alyssa sat in front of Tytus, using his lap as a cushion since his saddle was only made for one. Anyone would think this was uncomfortable, but Tytus had been in worse positions. Besides, what kind of man would he be to decline a pretty girl a seat? Every once in a while though, she would bring her hips up a little to take some pressure off of his lap. He didn’t mind it though.

Perhaps because this way, he was able to touch her without feeling like a pervert. Or because he was able to sneak little sniffles here and there from her hair that was destroyed by the hands of those assholes. And my, she smelled so good! Like figs, citrus and flowers. 

‘You’re welcome… by the way.’ Tytus declared.

She gently turned her head at his comment. ‘I’m sorry, I—‘

‘It’s not your fault. If those men hadn’t done it to you, they would’ve done it to someone else. It’s best that they met their fate sooner than later.’

Alyssa grew quiet for a moment. Even though he was right, he seemed strangely calm about all of this. Whereas she was trying to figure out what in the hell to tell her father. 

‘Are you always this calm when it comes to death?’

Tytus scoffed and raised a brow, ‘If you’ve seen the things I have… you would be too.’

She knew it! She knew he was more than just an average village hunter. She knew that there was something that molded him into this hardened individual. ‘What have you seen?’

‘Things I vowed not to repeat.’

‘Alright. How many people have you killed?’

He blinked hard and glanced down at her with his eyebrows tugged into one again. 

‘I mean… you obviously killed those three trained soldiers. And without a scratch! You’ve done this before.’

‘How do you know I killed them all?’

‘Because If they were after us, we’d be moving much faster now.’

Well, that was a valid point. And he couldn’t argue that.

‘You’re quite observant.’ He grumbled.

‘Well when you’re raised to just cater to others and to do it quietly… that’s all you have. Observance.’

In a way, they did have that particular trait in common.

‘I don’t keep up with how many people came across my blade. Do you keep up with how many people you serve a day?’

‘Yes.’

And yet she continues to surprise him the more she speaks.

‘For my own reasons.’

‘Hmm.’

It grew quiet once again. And for a moment, he was relieved for the peace. The sounds of Gardenia’s hooves stomping against the dirt, insects chirping in the air, leaves dancing in the wind. But then…

‘Are you going to tell my father?’

Inhaling softly, he paused at her question. The right thing to do would be to tell her father. But she was an able adult woman. It wasn’t exactly his place to tell her business. Plus, the old man would probably try to chain her up to that damn Pub. As any father would, he didn’t blame him for that.

‘Not if you don’t want me to. I do wonder how you’re going to explain your cheek.’

The woman paused for a second as she felt the sudden throb stun her cheek once again. ‘Mmph..’ she paused for a second. ‘Maybe we blame Gardenia.’

‘You’ve gone mad.’

‘What?! I think it is a good idea.’

‘It is not! My horse will not take the blame for what those bastards did to you. Your father would have every intent to come after the both of us.’

‘Tytus, you don’t know him like I do. He wouldn’t harm a fly!’

‘For his child? A man would do anything to protect those he loves. Never mistake that again. Any other plan will do, just not that one.’

The woman shut up at his lecture. She couldn’t argue this point this time. 

***

The pair had made it back to the village and the sun was well set by now. The moon had just began its journey across the sky and the villagers were finally settling in for the evening.

Pulling the reins, he brought Gardenia to a slow stop. ‘Whoooa, whoa.’ He said calmly before, ‘Up.’

With his demand, Alyssa rose her hips carefully as he began to unmount his mare. He then took Gardenia’s reins and walked her over to the stables at her father’s Pub. But he noticed that each stall was occupied with 4 armored horses. Swallowing hard, he stood there for a second as he tried to develop a plan.

‘Tytus? Is everything alright?’ Alyssa asked concerned.

He looked up at her for a moment, ‘Yes, just… have to find somewhere else to tie her up for now.’

‘Well you can tie her up by the fence! Sometimes when we run out of stalls we have tenants leave their horses there.’

‘Mmm.’ He hummed as he walked her over to the wooden picket fence and tied her up on the stable part of it. Afterwards, he reached his hand up towards her for her to grab.

Alyssa smiled softly at his kindness and placed her hand in his. She held down her dress as she quickly swung her leg over and slid down off of the saddle to the thick mud. ‘Thank you.’

‘Don’t mention it.’ He sighed softly as he looked down at her.

She looked up at him.

There they were again, staring into one another’s eyes.

‘Uh— we should get you inside. The quicker we can explain this to your father, the quicker I can go home and rest.’

‘Right— oh, Tytus! What are you going to tell him about your hunt?’

Dammit, that damn hunt. He forgot all about that!

‘Don’t worry about that… I will figure it out.’

Alyssa led him into the pub where she was instantly greeted by the frantic call of her father. ‘Alyssa! My dear child!’ He exclaimed as he dropped the wash cloth on the wooden counter and rushed over to her. 

‘Papa.’ He said softly as she turned her head away to hide the swollen gash on her cheek.

Mr. Landon was quite a good looking man. He had beautiful dark brown skin and he stood tall. But the gray ring around his eyes reflected in his age. His finely faded cut hair and goatee was salt and peppered. His teeth were white as pearls, but both of his canines shined gold. He wore small gold hoop earrings that matched his necklace and rings.

Tytus hadn’t been around a lot of wealthy people growing up, but Mr. Landon wore his wealth very well. From his clothes to how he ran his businesses, he was very professional.

‘Oh, where have you been?! A-are you alright?!’ He grabbed her chin and began to examine her. Then he saw her injury.

‘I’m alright pa.’ She hissed

Mr. Landon asked sternly, ‘What happened to your face?!’ Immediately causing a scene, her father glanced over at Tytus who he immediately took to blame, ‘Did you harm my daughter?!’

‘What?! Papa no!’

Tytus sighed out softly under his breath, ‘Here we go.’

‘I-I just…’

‘She fell off my horse…’ Tytus lied, pursed his lips together.

‘Fell off your horse?! Alyssa what in faith of the seven were you doing on a horse!?’

She opened her mouth to speak once again.

‘I was teaching her to ride..’

Oh, that sounded so bad. Her father glared at him with a knowing look. ‘Teaching her how to ride…’

‘Tytus—‘

‘Exactly what I said. I was teaching her how to ride and Gardenia got a little too excited. I am.. terribly sorry for this—‘ he glanced down at the woman who was now glaring up at him with a bewildered look. ‘Accident.’

‘Uh huh.’ Her father added as he stared him down. ‘Where’s the Stag? You promised some meat this evening.’

‘The woods were unkind to me. I was unable to make my catch so I decided to return home for the evening. I shall bring you venison on the morrow.’

Why, that was partially true. But he was a damn good liar.

The innkeeper stared up at Tytus to see if he’d break but… nothing. ‘Well, alright. I suppose I could overlook this. Alyssa.’ He said before looking at his daughter once more.

‘Yes father?’

‘Go get yourself cleaned up. We’ve got close this pub soon and an Inn to run.’

Tytus’ brows furrowed, ‘wait you aren’t going to make her work tonight are you?’

‘Unfortunately son, the pub closes but the Inn does not. I need all the help I can get around here.’

‘I don’t think you understand, Mr. Landon… she fell off of a horse.’ He pressed on. Though it was a lie, he had to stand on that lie. Why would someone make their child work after they’d been injured?

‘Tytus, it really is alright. I am quite used to the long hours and… everything the Inn demands.’

He glanced over at her with his perplexed expression still written across his face.

‘Goodnight and… thank you for your lessons today. I shall take them into account for when I own my own horse someday.’ 

The woeful glare that was written in her eyes caused Tytus’ stomach to ache. And when she walked away, his eyes followed her to the back of the pub before she disappeared up the stairs.

‘Send your mother my regards? You both are welcome here anytime.’ Mr. Landon said finally before turning away and walking back to the bar.

Tearing away his glare, Tytus was quite piqued; unable to understand why her father could be so inconsiderate. He then looked up at the group of soldiers that sat in the far corner of the room, eating their fill for the evening.

Those horses must’ve been theirs. Why were they here? In the past year and a half of him and Sondra living here, they’d never come this far. He couldn’t tell if they were just passing through, or if there was something more serious afoot.

***

Tytus walked outside of the inn where he was instantly met with another armored individual petting the mane of his horse. But this one was rather different from the others inside. He sported a long clean and thick white cape that barely missed the ground. No one touched his horse without his permission.

‘May I help you, ser?’ He asked calmly.

The individual turned back to look at Tytus. With a gentle smile, he gave the mare a charming clap against her shoulder. ‘She yours?’

‘Aye..’ he said harshly.

‘I’d give you 25 gold dragons for her.’

That wasn’t even half of a bargain. Gardenia had been his horse for about 9 years. And she had been his only friend in such harsh circumstances. They had a bond that was unmatched. They trusted one another. He would be a fool, to give that up. To add, he had 25 gold dragons already.

‘She is not for sale.’ Tytus said firmly as he finally walked towards his steed and began to untie her reins from the fence.

The white cloak held his hands behind his back, ‘Well she would make quite the stallion maker wouldn’t you agree? She is young, and very strong. I have been looking for such a mate for my horse for quite some time.’ 

Tytus inhaled deeply through his nose. ‘She is not for sale.’ He repeated, with his back turned towards him.

‘Mmm. My apologies, where are my manners? I am Ser Criston Cole.’

‘I know who you are.’ Tytus said confidently as he rummaged through his satchel to make sure he didn’t steal anything from him.

‘Ah. Then you must know that I’d be willing to pay a great coin for the best of the best.’

The white haired male’s nose flared as he closed his eyes for a moment. ‘I don’t care what you’re willing to pay…Ser Crispy Cole.’ There was a bite in his tone now. Tytus turned to face him head on now, ‘She. Is not. For. Sale.’

The two men stared into one another's eyes, fighting for the dominant spot of who was the most immorally responsible really.

The light look had since disappeared from Ser Criston Cole’s face. ‘You do know you’re supposed to bow in the wake of your Commander?’

‘I don’t bow to anyone.’

‘You will… Tytus Targaryen.’

The last name burned his ears as if flames had been lit there. My, if the man kept count of how many times he’d been angry today!

‘Did I strike a nerve? Or shall I refer to you as… Snow.’

‘You won’t refer to me as anything.’

The Commander let out a gentle sigh with a slightly amused look carved into his face, ‘I shall do as I please… No need to get hasty! These people don’t deserve to see that side of you.’

Tytus leaned in closer, his head falling to the side, ‘Is that a threat, white cloak?’

Ser Criston Cole stared up at him a little longer before swiftly walking around him and starting towards the Inn’s door. ‘Take it as you will.’ He turned around once again to face Tytus. ‘I will be watching you, Snow…’

Tytus’ teeth gritted together as he held Gardenia’s reins tight in his fist. He’d had every intention to go gut that prick like a fish. But he’d put this little village at risk. He and his mother had found peace here in the last year. The people were kind and they didn’t deserve that kind of ailment in their lives.

He’d soon regret that decision.

***

He’d made it back to the cabin, tying up Gardenia to the stables in the back before walking through the back door.

Sondra jumped, startled at his sudden arrival. She held a piece of paper in her hand that she’d quickly folded and hid behind her back. ‘Son, you’re home early!’

Tytus narrowed his eyes at her as his palm rested on the door knob. ‘Mother, it’s after dark. I was supposed to been home?’ He’d taken note that she had her hand behind her back. ‘What’s that?’

She was hoping that he didn’t catch on but she knew her boy was a man who was attentive to everything. His worst fear was probably not knowing enough of a situation to have control over. So, she fed him a lie.

Pulling the paper from behind her back, ‘It’s just some letter the lady from deep in the village sent me.’

Now, for anyone else that would make sense. But his mother preached against making friends and developing bonds with people, especially with them living their lives on the run.

He knew she was being secretive. But he played along for now.

‘Oh? What lady?’ Tytus asked as he tried to appear as engaged with the conversation as possible.

Sondra hesitated before pushing a loose strand of her gray hair behind her ear. ‘It’s no matter. She’s not important.’ Folding the paper up nice and tight, she placed it in her bosom. 

A woman wouldn’t place anything between her breasts unless she was either trying to hide something, or had no room in her pockets. And she had plenty of pockets.

The distrust could be felt in the air. 

‘How was your hunt? From the looks of it, you were unsuccessful.’

‘I’ve become distracted. Started wondering and … thinking.’ He said calmly as he folded his arms across his chest. ‘But I am afraid the day has caught up with me. I am exhausted.’ He added before pushing himself off of his weight, and started towards their shared bedroom.

His mother’s dark brows tugged into one, ‘wha- you’re not going to have dinner?’

‘No mother. I’m fine!’ He called out as he grabbed the waistline of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Tossing the shirt onto the chair, he looked over to the fireplace where his egg rested in a warm, protected cradle. Inhaling deeply, he took in the creature’s beauty. This was everything he was… and maybe even more.

Perhaps he should reach out to his father. It has been 10 years after all.

Looking back over his shoulder, he noticed a pretty black box. A box that he’d never seen before. It was medium with silver trimmings and a silver latch for a small locket.

Something about this mysterious box called out to him. As if they withheld the secrets of the universe inside. He had to see! But, it wasn’t his. He was never the type to invade his mother’s privacy. But her actions. Her behavior was telling. Tytus had to get to the bottom of her surreptitious behavior.

He stretched his neck out to peek around the doorway to see if his mother was nearby. When he was confident that she wasn’t around, he carefully took two quiet strides across the room.

Slowly flipping the latch, Tytus opened the box to see more of those papers folded up. His heart began to ram in his chest so hard, he could hear it in his ears. Heat sprouted at his ears and his neck. He was so unsure what he’d read that he contemplated on just closing the box, and forgetting that it ever happened.

But he had to know. He had to know the truth.

Peeking over his shoulder once more to check for the presence of his mother, he reached down into the box and picked up a paper. It was thick to the touch unlike any other paper he’s ever felt. Swallowing hard, he unfolded the piece of paper where he was immediately met with stellar handwriting.

His eyes began to scan through the sentences.

He deserves to know of his heritage. 

Blood of my blood, he deserves to live amongst his sister. 

Don’t rob him of his childhood because you hate me, Alicia.

Alicia?

Narrowing his eyes at the name, he looked at the date of the signing and it was dated back when he was just a boy. This one wasn’t quite surprising as Viserys was considerably an active father back then. But he just couldn’t get over the name.

Desperate for more answers as the questions began to pop up in his head, he began to rummage through that box and read letters. The more he read, the more angry he’d become. All these years his mother had been in contact with Viseys and she never told him anything.

Things like: How is my boy? Did his dragon egg hatch yet? I miss my son. Will you allow me to see him again?

This discovery caused tears to brim at his eyes. He wanted to be there… the entire time. And she denied him… every time.

‘Tytus, I—‘ the woman stopped at the bedroom door, immediately coming to terms that he’d found her secret stash of letters from his father. ‘Son?’

The final note that he held in his hand was barely readable. The cursive had seemed to have drug into other words as if it were hard to pick up his quill. It was dated in the middle of this year. 

I am to be a grandfather. I would like our son to meet his niece or nephew.

Tytus’ fingers clawed into the paper, holding it tightly in his fist. Unphased by the potential paper cuts he’d curse himself with. Livid wasn’t enough to express his pain caused by her vindictive lying.

‘Alicia?’

The woman sucked in a breath and licked her lips, ‘How much did you read?’

‘Why did you do it?’ He asked, his voice trembling from the threat of sobbing.

Sondra pursed her lips together as she placed her hands on her hips. She knew that this day would come. How could she be so dumb, leaving her personals out in the open like that? Well, they were exactly personal but…

‘You wouldn’t understand son.’

Rage boiled within the pit of his gut, he felt as if he spoke it would come out in flames. Streaks of tears streamed down his face as he turned to face his mother.

‘Son?…’ he hissed. ‘I don’t even know who you are.’

‘Tytus, you must understand. I was protecting you from—‘

‘FROM?! He is my father, the only thing that I have other than you and you robbed me of everything I could’ve had with my people!’

‘Your people?! You don’t know the Targaryens like I do! They’re evil people and destroy everything they touch! Why do you think it’s only so many of you left?!’ She didn’t realize what she’d said until after she said it.

His eyes grew in slight shock, ‘Is that what you think of me?’

‘No,’ she rest her finger tips against her head, ‘No, son that’s not what I meant.’

‘That’s exactly what you meant, mother. Since we’re so evil, you explain to me—‘ he tossed the letters at her feet, ‘Why my father made attempts to bring me home and take care of me when you lied to me the entire time?! YOU TELL ME!’

The woman looked down at the letters before bending down and picking them up in her fingers. She also read a few words as her own eyes brimmed with tears.

‘I will not apologize for raising you the way I did! My only job is to protect you, till my very last breath.’

‘And raising a child while being on the run is protecting?! How many close calls did we come across? How many nights of having to sleep with one eye open?! You lied to me and robbed me from my—‘

‘ENOUGH!’ The woman exclaimed. ‘You can hate me, all you want. But I am your mother, and I knew what was best for you from the very moment you drew breath. I will not be questioned any further on this matter.’ Sondra then stormed out of the room.

Tytus stood there, numb as that hurt settled within his shoulders and chest. Causing him to be more tense than ever. His legs gave out beneath him, causing him to drop down to the floor on his bottom. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them as he began to sob.

As he cried, a thick crack split quietly on his egg.

***

Midnight

Tytus had cried himself into a deep slumber. Swollen eyes and lips with a stuffy nose, the baby laid curled up like a sad puppy. 

Suddenly, an uncomfortable itch burned at his nostrils, causing him to cough and then clear his throat. But the sensation didn’t cease. Tytus' chest burned as he inhaled to breathe but was surprised with a harsh cough instead.

Then warmth came afterwards, causing him to stir up out of his sleep. And what he’d seen, made his heart damn near stop. The walls had been engulfed with flames, eating through it like nothing. Coughing, Tytus scrambled to his feet. ‘Mother?!’

No response. Just the sound of flames licking and burning at the dry wood.

As he tried to fight these coughing fits, he pulled on a shirt that was slightly damaged by some embers that burned holes into it.

Then, his eyes began to burn with a vengeance! He could barely see but he forced his eyes to stay open long enough to see if the egg was still in its cradle.

It was not.

‘Fuck!’

The sound of wood creaking and cracking had erupted loudly above him like thunder claps. He looked up just in time to realize that if he didn’t move, he’d be crushed beneath that burning weight. So he leaped tiredly into the hallway where he managed to weakly pull himself off of the ground and drag himself outside.

Wheezing, Tytus collapsed to his hands and knees as he tried to fight the coughs that threatened to cripple him further.

One would think the air would feel better to the lungs but this was no better. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes to see homes engulfed in flames just the same as his. Men and women held on to their children as they ran around frantically screaming and crying. Searching for refuge and safety.

Then, an individual stepped before him. 

Tytus rose his tired, burning eyes up at the shadowy figure. It wore all black with a mask that covered their entire face but exposed their eyes. They slowly rose their sword, preparing to strike him down. But that was short lived when their chest was ripped open by the sharp tip of a sword. And when the sword was snatched out, the individual fell to the side.

‘Tytus!’ The woman exclaimed as she reached down to grab his face, forcing him to look at her. 

His senses may have been thrown off and he may have been in pain, but he knew that touch anywhere.

‘Mother?’

‘Son, you have to get up! The village is under attack, you have to help me get these people to safety.’

His lungs burned as he tried to breathe, ‘I-I can’t bre-bre- athe… I’m tired…’

Sondra looked over to see 3 men in black approaching them with swords in their fists.

‘Tytus, now is not the time. They’re going to kill us if we don’t move!’

‘I’m not—‘

‘I will tell you everything you want to know about your father! Just please, get up!’ She beseeched.

He weakly glanced up at his mother who’s silhouette was illuminated by the flames behind her. Giving her a nod, he allowed his mother to wrap his arm across her shoulders and her arm around his waist. On her free side, rest her satchel where his egg sat cozy, protected and hidden.

The pair managed to sneak behind their cabin where they could get away with some of the smoke and violence.

In Tytus’ makeshift slaughterhouse/armory, awaited both Alyssa and her father, Mr. Landon. Both looked as if they’d seen better days.

‘Oh my gods, Tytus!’ Alyssa rushed to Sondra’s aid, helping her son into the small shack so they could help him gather his bearings.

***

Tytus managed to pull himself together as he prepared himself for battle. He drank cold water from the stream to ease the burn in the back of his throat. 

‘Do we have a plan?’ Mr. Landon asked, ‘They do out number us. I’m not even sure everyone made it out alive.’

‘Some people did. I made sure of it. Does anyone know who they are or where they came from?’ Alyssa asked as she wrapped her arms around herself in a small hug.

‘No.’

‘No markings? Banners? Colors, nothing?’ Tytus asked bemused, his burning eyes impatiently scanning the space.

‘No, nothing. It was almost as if we werent supposed to see them coming.’ Sondra added as she rested her palm on top of the handle of her sword.

‘Good. This means no principles. We kill every single one we see… and even those we don’t see. Whoever sent these assassins, will rue the day they sent them here.’

The four of them left the shack but not before Tytus could try to make amends with his mother.

‘Mother, in case we don’t—‘

‘Shhh.’ She looked over at him with a half smile. She placed her warm hand against his jaw and caressed her thumb on his cheekbone, ‘We’ll talk when we make it out of this.’

Tytus leaned his head into her touch andgave her a gentle smile, having a sliver of hope and using it as an incentive to live.

Sondra placed a kiss upon her son’s forehead before she and Mr. Landon split from Tytus and Alyssa.

Tytus looked over at Alyssa who stared up at him in worry and fear. ‘They will be alright.’ He reassured as he pulled his dagger out of its sheath, ‘Do you know how to use one of these?’

She let out a huff as she looked at the pretty blade. ‘I’ve used knives for chopping… not for stabbing.’

Well there was no surprise there.

He let out a gentle sigh, ‘I know killing may seem like a hard thing. But think of it this way: It’s your life or theirs.’ He flipped the dagger carefully before holding the blade between his finger tips. ‘Don’t think too hard about it. I will be by your side.’

Alyssa stared down at the handle before reaching over and wrapping her fist around it tightly, taking it out of his grasp.

‘Follow my lead…’

She sighed heavily, ‘OK.’ She swallowed as they crouched, slowly shuffling through the field, ‘Maybe if we make it out of this…’ Alyssa looked over at him with gentle eyes, ‘You can teach me how to use that thing?’

Tytus gave her a gentle smile and a nod, ‘It would be my pleasure.’

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[atlasthegreatest]

- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

🔳 Male/ Female Oc

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra/ The Last Airbender:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X , XI

Avatar Korra:

Butterfly Effect

Lin Beifong

Katara

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Azula:

▫️Unexpected Shelter

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase:

🔲- Strategic Minds and Wild Hearts

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Daphne Greengrass

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

▪️- Tme Wrap: Bizarrely Adventures!

▪️- Beneath the Starlit Tower

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter:

▪️ A Nigth Out

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter:

▪️A Nigth to Remember

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet:

🔲- A Taste of Love

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

🔲 - Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

▫️She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Braus

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

▪️Breaking the Chains

Laura Kinney:

▪️Into the Wild

▪️Into the Void

▪️Tréfre à Quatre Feuilles

Jean Grey:

◾️ Unspoken Truth

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill:

▫️A Hero’s First Flight

▫️ A Trick of the Light

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️Tréfle à Quatre Feuilles

Gwen Stacy:

▪️ Tangled in the Web

🔲- Through the Webs of the Night

Felicia Hardy

Mary-Jane Watson:

🔲- The Jackpot

Ororo Monroe

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️The Super’s Bats

🔲- Silent Glances and Secret Smiles

🔲- Shadows of the Past — Birds of a Feather pt.2 — Weight of Memories pt.3 — Weight of the Past pt.4

▪️Shadows of Grief

🔲- A New Begining

▫️ Quiet Echoes of Love

▫️ Cracks in the Shell

◾️ Trèfle à Quatre Feuilles

Helena Bertinelli:

▫️Under the Spotlight

Barbara Gordon:

▫️- Cards on the Table - Wild Card pt.2

🔲- Late Nights and Love Notes

Dick Grayson:

🔲- Breaking the Ice

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El:

▫️The Flight of the Owl

Wonder Woman:

▪️The Wonder and the Guardian of Themyscira

▫️Unseen Bonds

Cassandra Sandsmark

Zatanna Zatara

Talia al Ghul:

▫️Duty and Devotion

▫️ A Not-So-Quiet Visit

◾️ A Dangerous Game

Lady Shiva

Starfire:

▫️Tangled Paths

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes:

▪️ Late Night Talking

Katherine Pierce:

🔲- Blood Ties

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson:

🔲- Bound by Blood

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

K-pop/K-drama girls (to add more):

Aespa:

Yu Jimin:

▪️ Where it Begins

Aeri Uchinaga:

🔲- Fractured Lines

Kim Minjeong:

▫️Sweet Beginnings

Ning Yizhou:

▫️Heat of the Moment

Red Velvet:

Bae Joohyun:

▫️ Nobody Knows

Park Sooyoung:

🔲- The Way You Make Me Feel

Ive:

Ahn Yujin:

🔲- Bound by The Distance Between Us

Jang Wonyoung:

▫️Love Game

Twice:

Sana Minatozaki:

🔲- Operation: Sweet Serenade

🔲- A Love Worth Celebrating

Park Jihyo:

🔲- A Winter Surprise

🔲- Unexpectedly Yours

Mina Myoui:

▫️Soundtrack of the Heart

Katseye:

Yoonchae Jeong:

🔲- A Glance Across the Field

Sophia Laforteza:

▫️Twinkling Lights and Crimson Blushes

Daniela Avanzini:

🔲- More Than Pretend

Le Sserafim

Girls Generation

All of us are dead:

Choi Namra:

🔲- A Spark in the Chaos

Doona

Squid Game

Manhwa/comics ( to add more):

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

Samantha Wilkins/ Atom Eve

Mark Grayson /Invincible

Video game girls ( to add more):

Laura Croft:

🔲- Between Adventures — Beneath the Surface pt.2

▪️ Treasures of the Heart

▪️ A Game of Hearts and Ruins

Jill Valentine:

▪️Through Fire and Ruin Against the Clock pt.2

Haley Carter (Stadew Valley):

🔲- Daylight

Sadie Adler (Red Dead Redemption)

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn)

Kitanna (Mortal Kombat)

Sonya Blade (Mortal Kombat)

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

TV Shows/ Series (to add more):

Miraculous Ladybug:

Marinette Dupain- Cheng/ Ladybug

Kagami

Chlöe Bourgeois

Arcane/League of Legends:

Caitlyn Kiramman:

▫️The Edge of Loyalty

Mel Merdada:

▪️ Alchemy of Minds

Luxanna (Lux)

KD/A

Got/HotD:

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

◾️ A Union of Ice and Fire

Daenerys Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Teen Wolf:

Lydia Martin

Kira Yukimura

Allison Argent

Bridgerton:

Daphne Bridgerton

Francesca Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Fate: The Winx Saga:

Bloom

Stella

Flora

Scooby-Doo: Mysteries S.A:

Daphne Blake

XO, Kitty:

Yuri Han

Kitty

Power Rangers:

Rpm:

▪️Reunion Amid the Chaos

Megaforce/Supermegaforce:

▪️Good’ol Journey

Lego Ninjago:

Nya Smith

Grey’s Anatomy:

Meredith Grey

Christina Yang

Addison Montgomery

Lexie Grey

Naruto ( to add more):

Hinata Hyuga:

▫️Blossoms Between Clouds

Sakura Haruno:

▫️A New Tide

Tsunade Senju:

▫️Quiet Storm

Kushina Uzumaki:

▫️Unbreakble Ties

[myers-meadow]

Meadow's Masterlist

My list of works is growing and growing, so here is a masterlist. Last updated on 18-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

My AO3

Otis B. Driftwood

A muse for him and him alone (heed warnings, multichap)

Gn reader: Knocking on a stranger's door (sfw, alternate beginning to Sweet thing)

Fem reader: Sweet thing/forgotten hot cocoa (mild smut, oneshot)

New Year's (drabble, sfw)

Gn reader: Late Night Visit (to the Firefly House), (sfw, oneshot).

Dating headcanons

Slow burn Otis Driftwood x OC in an AU shared with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better. Chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter 6.1, chapter 6.2.

Moon Boys/Arthur Harrow

Moon boys and Arthur Harrow x OCs: Chapter one.

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

Sinclair brothers

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

Other horror characters/Multiple fandoms

Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader: Serpent Tongue (dark, 18 + heed warnings, oneshot)

Jason Voorhees x reader: A Strawberry Summer (fluff, sfw, oneshot).

Slashers and their favourite flowers headcannon list

Notes from your slasher S/O

Other fandoms

Gaunter O'Dimm from The Witcher 3 - multichapter (completed), oneshots

Nuada Silverlance from Hellboy 2 - multichapter (completed)

King Radovid and Geralt of Rivia oneshots

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

[unprofessional-bard]

MASTERLIST.

Last Updated: 12/12/2022

Losing My Religion Series Last Updated: 16/08/2021

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT!

Here's a guide to what I write, please read before requesting!

F! = Female  ||  M! = Male

(Character) x (Character) = Romantic pairing

(Character) & (Chatacter) = Platonic pairing

(Character) x Reader = Gender netural fic/for readers of all gender identities. All of my fics are gender netural unless specified otherwise!

(Character) x Reader/OC = Fic involving reader with OC characteristics.

(Fic Name)** = Fic involving smut/+18/NSFW content.

REQUESTS

• Can I make a fic/headcanon/etc. request?

Not anymore, I'm afraid! I've 7 and a half out of 16 requests done. When I finish them, perhaps I'll open them again!

I WRITE:

• What I like/what I have the most inspiration for at the time.

• (F!Character) x (F!Reader) pairings or (F!Character) fics as well, but no promises about (M!Reader), I'm sorry!

• Fluff, angst, smut, blood/gore... I mostly can write about anything. I like to write my fics realistically and pay attention to the story, but I always put detailed warnings on my fics!

I DON'T WRITE (TW!!):

• P*dophilia. Anything that involves an adult character/reader with an underage (child) character/reader unless it's platonic/parental. If I happen to write characters with age gaps, I'll keep it between adult characters – a five year age gap between 30 & 35 is not the same with 15 & 20.

• Incest. I don't know what the absolute fuck goes on in some of y'alls minds but just, fuck off. Disgusting.

Thank you for reading and understanding, my last wish is to offend any of you, so please please please let me know if I've made an error/if the things I say don't match with what I write!!

• R*pe. Reminder that non-consensual sex is just a polite word for rape. I will never ever write a scenario in any of my fics that includes rape.

VIDEO GAMES.

I. THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

Losing My Religion Series (x F!Reader/OC): Masterlist to the series is linked to the title.

Don't Push It, Pt. 1 (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Dont Push It, Pt. 2** (x F!Reader)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanons (meme)

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Family headcanons (meme)

Kinktober Day 15** (x Reader)

Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Old age + Sleeping headcanons (meme)

Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

More works coming soon!

II. ASSASSIN'S CREED

Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

A Small Surprise (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

III. RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

Bedroom/house/living quarters + Sex headcanons** (meme)

More coming soon/Series in progress!

Bigby Wolf

IV. THE WOLF AMONG US

Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

Have it Your Way** (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Bigby Having a Crush on a Co-worker Headcanons (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

V. THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Some Peace & Quiet (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Kinktober Day 28** (x F!Reader)

VI. DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

Romantic headcanons (meme)

VII. UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Sleep + Sex headcanons** (meme)

Samuel Drake

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

VIII. DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

More works in progress for Black Ops, Modern Warfare (2019) & Modern Warfare II (2022) characters, will gladly do headcanons and one shots for other characters since I'm motivated

[chelsfic]

No Charge - The Witcher fanfic - Geralt of Rivia x OFC - stand alone for now

Summary: Geralt is hired by a local lord to kill a monster. The so-called monster turns out to be an innocent woman. Will he walk away or will he get involved and help her?

A/N at the end

Sequel: The Worst Damsel

Geralt’s fists tightened at his sides as he got a look at the so-called monster imprisoned in the estate’s oubliette. A young woman in a torn dress sat shivering in the bottom of the well-like hole. She raised a dirty hand to block the piercing rays of light, blinded by the first light she’d seen in days as the hole’s cover was removed. 

His face was stony as he turned to the lordling at his side, “You told me your village was being terrorized by a striga. This--” he motioned toward the pitiful form at the bottom of the hole. “--is a human woman who has been monstrously mistreated. She’s no monster.”

The lord’s eyes shifted in panic but his voice was all false bravado, “Now see here, Witcher. I knew you wouldn’t come if I did not portray the gravity of our circumstances with...slight exaggeration. This she-devil is a demon on the inside, true as any monster you’ve slay’n. She was born on a black omen day and ever since has brought pestilence to our crops and plague to our people. She speaks evil words and is monstrously cruel to those who would give her kindness and safety!”

The Witcher grunted in displeasure, “I begin to see the way of it, little Lord. Did the bad lady hurt your feelings? Is that it? Well, I’ll have no part in this pettiness. There’s an authentic contract posted in Murivel not a day’s journey from here. I’ll be on my way. And I warn yeh not to make light of calling upon the services of a Witcher again.”

***

The starless night left the road obscured in darkness but Geralt had no trouble finding the path. Still, he tarried. Roach shook her head in irritation and stamped a hoof.

“Mmphh,” Geralt grunted in reply to the silent question. “I know, Roach. And yet…”

His mind flashed back to another road, years ago, and a young girl he saved from being attacked and raped by a band of despicable deserters. And what had been his reward then? For involving himself in human affairs and ignoring the Witcher’s code? Revulsion and fear. It wouldn’t do to get involved again.

And yet…

***

The heavy wooden door of the oubliette slid soundlessly open at a sign from the Witcher’s hands. He peeked over the rim and his black gaze, strengthened by the effects of a potion, picked out the huddled form in the darkness, though the girl surely could not see him.

“Quiet now, girl,” Geralt hissed into the still night air. “I’m getting you out of here, alright?”

A moment of stillness and silence. The Witcher feared she might be unconscious or worse. But a wavery voice finally responded, “A-alright.”

It was the work of a moment to climb down into the hole. It was constructed of earth and lined with large paving stones, an easy climb for one with a Witcher’s enhanced abilities. He dropped down onto the damp dirt floor of the hole and looked the girl over. She was still seated, huddled against a wall but as he stepped forward she rose. She was short and he could tell she’d once been plump and shapely although she’d clearly not been fed for several days. Dark shadows ringed her eyes and dirt and sweat obscured her hair color. It was altogether impossible for the Witcher to tell if she was comely or ugly. But given the quality of her dress, despite the dirt and tears, he could tell she came from a comfortable background. Perhaps a wealthy merchant’s daughter. He could guess how far her father’s protection and love extended based on her current predicament.

He cleared his throat and stepped into her space with one long stride. He turned his back to her and crouched down a bit. Patting his shoulder to indicate the idea. A moment passed.

“Go, on,” he said, annoyed, “Climb on, you want to get out of here don’t you?”

“It’s not...proper…” he could hear the indecision in her voice even as she spoke the words. What good had proper behavior been for her up to this point?

The Witcher laughed, “I can certainly leave you here, miss, if you prefer to preserve your precious good name--although I hate to tell yeh, I think the ship has sailed there.”

The girl huffed a sigh but relented. Her arms went gingerly around his shoulders, clasping loosely at his collar. The Witcher grunted out another laugh and with one swift motion boosted her by the rump and forced her legs to wrap round his waist. He felt the press of her breasts against his back and nearly let out a pleased groan. It’d been ages since the last brothel. With a grimace he pushed the thought away and dug his hands into the grimy side of the hole beginning the climb upward.

***

He set the girl down on her feet with a gentleness that surprised her. She was a little more herself now that the urgency of escape was behind her. She stood before her rescuer and for the first time noticed him. He stood more than a head taller than she. His massive shoulders and muscular form were intimidating all by themselves--but the spell-blackened eyes that gazed down on her were truly a fright. Her face must have given her thoughts away for she saw the man grimace and turn away. With a sound of protest she reached out a hand and grasped his elbow.

“I thank you, sir.”

He turned back slightly and she watched as the inky blackness faded from his eyes to reveal molten gold irises. They were startlingly beautiful. Again, her thoughts must have shown on her face for she saw his mouth part in a razor sharp grin.

“You’re welcome, my lady. No charge.”

A/N: I was originally planning to write a reader insert, but it felt much more natural to write this in the third person. However, the female OC is only vaguely described as short and shapely/plump. This is a oneshot, but I feel I could definitely continue more vignettes on these two. Also, like many others I am new to the fandom. I’ve read The Last Wish and started Sword of Destiny but there is a lot that I don’t know about the world of The Witcher so please forgive any mistakes. And as always feedback is appreciated even adored. Thanks so much for reading!

[shelby-love]

♔ MY NAVIGATION ♔

0.5 TYPES OF REQUESTS I WRITE:

One-shots (1k words or more)

Drabbles  (below 1k words)

Headcanons (bullet point fics)

Blurbs (below 500 words)

Imagines (gif + a little blurb, around 500 words)

1.0 RULES:

Request via ask.

Always include what type of request you want me to write.

Specify because specification is very important as it helps me make your request as pleasing as possible, but try not to be too specific as I like the element of surprise.

If you want me to write something from my prompt list (click here): include the name of said character, category of the prompt and the prompt’s respective number (e.g. Jay Halstead, fluff 7). 

1.1 Note: If you don't include what type of request it is that you want me to cook up, I will choose the type myself so don't come at me if you wanted a 2K worded piece of work and instead got an imagine with 200 words!

1.2 Note: Mixing the prompt with a plot line of your own is allowed, just make sure to follow the rules (1-3). 

1.5 THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND:

Unless asked for, I will be writing with the Female!reader in mind (I like to exclude any gender relation and make it so that both genders could read and enjoy).

I respond to asks when the request has been qued to post and released on Ao3.

The maximum number of request you can send is 2. I know there is an option to send them in anonymously, but I really hope you will stick to this rule. Give others a chance to submit their wishes, and don’t make the line too big with by mass requesting (I close requests after I get around 30 requests).

Requests sent during seasons I have not watched or for characters that have yet to make an appearance in the show will not be written (exceptions exist).

I write one-shots but not a whole series unless I can see/want a continuation.

Themed requests (Christmas, Valentine's Day, New Year etc.) can be only sent during that time. I don’t accept Christmas requests during the month of May. The same goes for the rest.

I have every right to delete every request that does not fit within the rules stated above, or I feel uncomfortable writing. Also, it’s important to note that I don’t have inspiration to write every request that’s sent. It’s normal to not have inspiration, and because I prefer quality to quantity, if I see that I don’t have inspiration for a request then I will not write it.

Requests will be deleted if sent while my request box is closed. I won’t answer them as I feel like there is no need. On almost every informative post (+my bio, and if you’re on PC my theme under ‘blog status’) it will say whether the request box is closed or not.

English is not my first language but without digging myself my own grave this early on I want to say that I'm proud of how much I know, given that I never speak English unless in school.

Be nice because only constructive criticism is allowed. If you spot a grammatical error or a paragraph/sentence/word etc. that doesn't make sense, let me know. But be nice!

2.0 THINGS I DON’T WRITE:

LGBTQ+  topics/relationships (because I feel like I wouldn’t do a good job) 

Real people, send only requests for characters in my writing list

Ships or OC, send only reader inserts

NSFW (mature content stories)

Noncon

Dark!fics

Romanticized mental illnesses

S*icide scenes

R*pe scenes

Racism/slurs

2.1 Note: P*dophilia, r*pe, s*icide might be mentioned in my Chicago P.D, Fire, Med shots (or other), but I will never explicitly write about those subjects or write about anything that is about/centered around them.

2.2 Note: Explicitly written smut is a no, I will not write that. Try to refrain from requesting steamy scenes too, as I will only put them in myself were I to deem it necessary for the WIP.

2.5 THINGS I DO WRITE:

Angst

Fluff/ WAFF

Fusion/ Crossover

Daughter/Wife/Sister!Reader

Here is me trying to explain what kind of requests I also take [x]

2.6 Note: It’s hard to list but to make it easier for you guys, I will write about almost anything as long as it’s not on my 2.0 bullet.

3.0 POSTING SCHEDULE:

Posts are usually posted between 01:00 A.M. and 05:00 A.M. CET (Central European Time).

Check schedule to see what's been qued to post.

3.1 Note: This account is NOT my work place. Everything here is written when I have time and I feel like writing. Requests that I find more interesting will most likely be written and qued to post sooner. I advise you to follow my blog, check regularly and sit tight until you see that it's qued. You can always check my navigation page and click on 'schedule'. Or simply click here.

3.2 Note: I am not a doctor nor a firefighter nor a policeman. I research whatever I can before I start writing and sometimes that takes hours. Nothing is 100% accurate (especially for events set in Chicago Med) although I hope it is.

3.5 WRITING LIST:

3.6 Note: Requests are currently OPEN for all fandoms!!!

3.7 Note: Your requests do not have to be strictly romantic (Sibling!Reader or other are also (obviously) allowed).

---More shows and characters will be added through time

✏ TV SHOWS (alphabetical order)

9-1-1 (✓)

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Bobby Nash

Howard "Chimney" Han

BRIDGERTON (✓)

Simon Basset

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Prince Friedrich

CHICAGO FIRE (S01-S06)

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

Peter Mills

Jimmy Borelli

Christopher Herrmann

Brian “Otis” Zvonecek

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I Don’t Believe in Destiny | Geralt x OC

Sooo I know Canon x OC fics aren’t as huge of hits as Canon x reader buuuut I thought I might post it here since it is a fic I am writing and some peeps here might enjoy it since it is sorta not trash AND it’s Geralt. ANYWAYS

Title: I Don’t Believe in Destiny

Warnings: None so far? I mean besides swearing I guess lmao

Relationship: F/M

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/Female OC

Chapters: 7/?

Available here and on A03: A03 Link

First chapter is below the read more. :)

It was supposed to be a day like any other. She walked this way from Yspaden weekly, sometimes every day if her lack of supply called for it, and she had been when this thing had attacked her. It had all been so sudden she didn't have a chance to do anything, even move. It had her pinned to the ground, having come down from a nearby tree. Her supplies were ruined, discarded, and she was so surprised by the creature currently pinning her down and gnashing at her with large pincers that she didn't even notice she'd been injured. Hands struggled to hold back the pincers as four spider-leg legs held her down. She tried to move whilst holding the creature back but it failed.

  The sound of a single, well-placed slash and the creature stopped struggling against her before splitting perfectly in half. Hazel-brown eyes watch as black blood spills from where it's separated, falling onto her form like rain, staining her dress, neck, face and some of her hair. She can't bring herself to move, instead, she just lays there, hands still up though holding nothing.

  She's in shock, covered in the creature's blood from head to toe, and she doesn't know how long she lays there with pupils blown wide and mouth ajar before her savior turns towards her, eyes pitch black and sheaths his sword over his left shoulder. She's taken aback for a moment by his appearance: the gray hair covered in a thick layer of the beast's blood, the black of his eyes and the veins around them flooding the same color, a remarkably handsome face and strong, broad shoulders.

  He tilts his head at her, either out of curiosity or confusion and trudged over to her, grasping the body of the beast and tossing it aside with the same ease he'd cut it down with as pitch-black retreats, giving way to beautiful amber eyes. He was dressed in a fine pair of black armor, though it was light. It wouldn't protect from anything; it seemed more for show than protection. As he began to cross the space between them, she realized he was moving towards her and in her shock, started to scramble backward though she must've looked just as much like prey to him as the deceased beast beside her. He grasped her perhaps a bit too roughly by the wrist and forced her to stop her scrambling. For a moment, they just stared at each other. His grip unrelenting on her wrist, his fierce amber eyes curiously peering down into her hazel-brown ones. Then his mouth opens, revealing a hint of pearl-white teeth and sharp canines and he spoke softly, a bit more gruffly than intended.

  “Are you alright?”

  The question stuns her, but she supposes that in the situation it made sense. Having just rescued her, it was only sensible to ask if she was okay, but she still hadn't expected such a thing. His hand adjusts on her wrist, rotating to grasp the underside of her wrist. Then, with the same strength he'd tossed the beast aside, he pulls her up, nearly bringing her into his broad chest. It takes her another moment to gather herself, pushing short cherry red hair back from her face as she stumbles once more. He tightens his grip on her wrist again, giving it a soft tug to balance her.

  “I...”

  She started to say, pausing to look over at the beast's carcass beside her. It was cut in half, black blood splattered across the greenery like a stain that might never go away, and she felt her throat filling with bile. She turned from him, her wrist freed in the process and threw up. She heard a small chuckle from behind her and raised her eyebrow as she stood back up, swiping at her chin with her sleeve.

  “What?!” She demands, brows furrowing. She doesn't know why exactly, but she feels like she's being laughed at and not in a good way. It made her feel embarrassed and weak and while this might not exactly be the time to feel so, she did. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been in a situation where she'd needed help, been unable to save herself, and it made her frustrated. Not only had she nearly been killed, but this man had saved her and now it seemed he was making fun of her.

  “Nothing.” He muses, amber eyes looking her over like a predator does prey. Then, he just turns towards the slain beast and striding over to his horse, grasping the reins and begins to walk off as if nothing had happened. She glances from the body of the beast to the retreating figure of her savior before stumbling out of the foliage and after him.

  “W-wait! How can I thank you?” She catches up with him, though she has to run to do so. He stops and tilts his head towards her, looking at her through long dark bangs, the smallest of smirks present on his lips. He watches her fall into step beside him before continuing in his stride.

  “You can take me to the nearest town.” He says though he doesn't look at her, keeping his gaze set on the path before them. She nods as she follows beside him, taking her sleeve and swiping at the blood on her face. He looks over at her and rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. As they continue down the road, she kicks a rock that they pass, linking her hands behind her as she peered up at the stormy sky.

  “You know, Yspaden is at least a day's away and well,” She scrunches her nose up and strays away from him, “You need a bath.”

  “What?” He says, turning his head to face her and she wanders back towards him at this time with a small giggle.

  “I'm saying you're covered in whatever the fuck that thing was's blood and well, I could repay you by offering up my place for the night.” She gestures ahead of them where the road diverges into two paths, one leading deeper into the forest and towards her home. “Least I could do, considering.”

  If she really thought about it, it wasn't a good idea to invite some strange man back to her home even if he had saved her, but she had some feeling about this man. Call it intuition, destiny, gut, whatever. There was just something about him that made her feel like she could trust him, like he was, well, safe. He looks at her and seems thoughtful before he nodded.

  “Come.” She says, stepping in front of him and leading him down the path that leads deeper into the forest.

    It wasn't long until they reached her humble home located within the thick of the forest. She felt waves of relief wash over her at the sight of the small cottage that she called home. She glanced back at the man behind her and nodded towards the home before continuing up the cleared path to the house, stopping at the wooden door. She gently pushed it open and stepped inside, a smile crossing her features as she stepped inside.

  The front door opened directly into a small living room which contained a few soft chairs set against the walls for the sake of space, too many shelves that were overflowing with books, herbs, and various trinkets. The living room led immediately into her kitchen, which was slightly smaller than her living room and was fashioned with several shelves as well, though mainly filled with herbs and spices she'd harvested from the forest. The kitchen then leads into her bedroom in the far back of the house, about the same size as the living room, which only contained her bed and a few stray books. The bathing room was connected to her bedroom and this gave her a mild sense of anxiety.

  Now she was starting to regret her decision. After all, she hadn't even asked this man's name and yet here she was, inviting him into her home. Sure, her family had taught her hospitality but look at what that had gotten them. She flinched slightly at the memory and pushed it out of her mind as she stepped into the living room and out of the way of her guest, gesturing for him to enter. It seemed that in the time she'd been berating herself for being dumb, he'd tied up his lovely horse outside.

  “Geralt.” He says as if able to sense her unease. She observed him as he carefully stepped over the threshold, looking about the cottage critically before shrugging dismissively.

  “Uh, Clara. Everyone just calls me Clare, though.” She replies, shutting the door behind him and heading towards the kitchen. He removes his sword from his back and sets it down beside the door, resting it against the wall.

  “Everyone?” He asks, a hint of amusement present in his tone. She rolls her eyes as she removes a pan, filling it with water. Seeing that her fireplace was still lit from when she'd left earlier, she placed the pan atop it before turning to him, though keeping by the fire to warm herself.

  “Yeah, if I actually spoke to people, it'd be everyone.” She turns back to the pan, watching it carefully as it heats on the fire, gesturing to one of the plush chairs. She can feel that he's surveying the contents of the room, not necessarily furniture but more so the clutter, and she feels a slight inclination to feel bad about it but stuffs it down. “You're welcome to sit. I'll warm the water and then cook while you're bathing.”

  He's by her side all of a sudden and her senses are bombarded with the smell and dare she say it, the taste of the beast's blood and guts and it nearly sends her stumbling back. Regardless, she remains polite and peers up at him, surprised to find the same concerned look on his face that he had when he'd helped her up. She tilts her head curiously, the stench now forgotten.

  “What is it? I can cook first if you're really hun-”

  “You bathe first.” He looks her up and down with those bright amber eyes of his and her face flushed hot with mortification at her current state of disarray. She knew she must look terrible – hair disheveled and covered in the blood of a slain beast (and not even one she'd slain herself), dress torn, muddied and soaked through with blood as well, and skin slathered with mud, leaves and even more blood. If she'd been spotted after he'd rescued her, she was sure the poor passerby would've run away screaming like a banshee. “You look like shit.”

  “Uh.” While she did look like shit and she knew it, it was yet again not exactly the response she'd been expecting. Weren't men supposed to, like, flatter women? She knew she was far from the prettiest and certainly not the most charming, certainly, a man would seek to flatter her, yes? And yet it seemed Geralt was just dead-set on flat-out insulting her. She clenched her fists at her sides, clenching and unclenching her jaw repeatedly, looking down at the fire as it heated the pan of water and carefully considered his words. She supposed she didn't have a lot of experience with men, but this was certainly something else. “Right.”

  She didn't say anything else. Instead, she grasped the handle of the pot and removed it from the fire and carried it to the bath, pouring it in. It filled the tub nearly halfway and deeming it satisfactory for her purposes, she closed the door and disrobed. She waited a few moments before sinking into the water, but once she did, it was like the doors of heaven had opened and welcomed her. While she wasn't sure about leaving Geralt alone in the living room of her home (she still wasn't sure about bringing him home), she really needed to get clean.

  The second her skin touched the clear water, it started to flood black and red from both the creature's blood and her own. She grasped a sponge from the side of the tub and began to run it down her skin, clearing it inch-by-inch, and it wasn't until she got to her leg that she saw the long gash that was the source of her bleeding. With a sigh, she cleared away the rest of the blood, both her own and the beasts and then finished with her hair.

  Once this was done, she stepped out to treat the wound on her leg. She carefully took some of her yarrow poultice and placed it over the wound. Heaving a sigh as she felt some of the pain subside, she crossed the room over to the door, grasping the thin bathrobe off the back and pulling it on. It was thin, see-through and stopped mid-thigh but it would have to do as she hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom. She opened the door, peeked out and around the corner and seeing no sign of Geralt, stepped into the space of her bedroom. She closed the door, leaving it open only a crack and changed into her white night-gown. While it was just as short as the bath-robe, at least it wasn't as see-through.

  She paused to look at her reflection in the small mirror on the wall. While she could only see her face and some of her chest, it was enough. Her hair was still disheveled, though this time from being washed and the cherry red of the strands was much clearer now that it was clean of the blood and mud. Her skin was a bit reddened from being washed, especially her neck and collarbones, but even that didn't draw as much attention as the hint of a jagged scar peeking out from underneath her night-gown. Svelte fingertips drifted across the dark scar tissue, flinching at the memory that flooded her senses like it was happening before her that very moment.

  The dagger slicing through the air. The screaming of a child. The sobbing of a mother and father. It nearly brought tears back to her eyes and she struggled to hold them back, feeling like a stone was in her throat and a foot on her chest. She sat down on her bed, clawing at her chest as she felt it get heavier and heavier. Breathing quickly became slow gasps and she felt herself panic at this.

  She forced her shoulders down, relaxing them, and raised her arms above her head. Her breathing returned to normal, the weight lifted off of her chest and she felt her throat become gradually less and less constricted. Once she felt in control of herself, she checked her reflection in the mirror before opening her bedroom door and heading out into the living room.

  It was there that she found her guest, Geralt had fallen asleep in the chair closest to her door, his sword in hand. She was surprised by his ability to fall asleep so easily and readily, especially in a new place, but she supposed he had nothing to fear with abilities like his. She contemplated waking him for a bath and dinner, but instead resigned herself to bed as well. After all, it had been such a long fucking day.

[erubadhriell]

I was tagged by @chronos-scribe. Thank you very much for tagging me and sorry for the delay! :)

NAME: Daniela Toledo

NICKNAME: The most famous is Dani. But people also call me Dan, Coruja, Niela, Night, Raven (Ravena), Missy Venon et cetera. 

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ORIENTATION: Straight.


FAVORITE FRUIT: Manga and jabuticaba (I don’t know how to call them in English). 

FAVORITE SEASON: Autumn.


FAVORITE BOOK: Too many books to choose only one. I love the Classics, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Mysterious, Mythological books. But I really usually read everything that I find interesting, no matter the genre. 

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FAVORITE SCENT: Chocolate’s smell and the smell of the forest, especially after raining. 

FAVORITE COLOR: Black, red, blue. 

FAVORITE ANIMAL: Probably tiggers, elephantes, dogs, cats and owls, but I actually love too many animals. Birds, mammals and reptiles in general. 

FAVORITE BEVERAGE: Hot chocolate, water and capuccino, probably. 

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5-8 hours

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: Too many characters from books, games, series, movies...

FAVORITE SHIPS: Too many ships. But for now, I’m very much into Shakarian (FShepard/Garrus Vakarian from Mass Effect), Female warden x Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age: Origins), Gustine (my oc Gustav Bertrand and my friend @djfatchip oc Celestine Claire Shepard from Mass Effect universe), Brykeelah (my friend @leysendris oc Akeelah Madaki and @djfatchip Bryant Leon Shepard from Mass Effect universe), Geralt of Rivia x Yennefer of Vengerberg.

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The Conjunction Of The Spheres... The Witcher 3 & Other Fandom Ideas..

Hey there, at first I’d like to tell you a bit about me:

24 years old

from Europe

going to university

I started roleplaying about 10 years ago

outside the rp universe I am a writer and poet as well or at least I try to be

I exclusively play female characters

easy to get along with and I love to plot and write stories! ♥

What I am looking for:

looking for mxf pairings

someone to play the male character

rp partners over 18 (over 20 preferred) because there will be smut

3rd person and past tense preferred

Pots should definitely be longer than 2 paragraphs, preferably more; but also: Quality over Quantity.

mistakes happen (I’ll make some for sure) but your pots have to be readable and understandable

Communication is the key. Regardless if it’s rp related or if you want to chat or let me know that you have a stressful week/ holidays/ whatever coming up (I will do the same).

someone who also loves to plot

As for smut: For me it’s definitely an important and essential part of the story!!! I really want to write it and do not want to "fade to black" -  but I also do not want it to be all about smut, sex, whatever. The whole story development and details are very important to me.

The Witcher 3 ♥ The idea I am craving quite desperately is Fandom based and OC [me] x Canon(Geralt) [You].

I am very much hoping to find someone who can play Geralt of Rivia quite convincingly with regard to his flirty/dominant/shameless/humorous/loyal but also cynical and sometimes threatening/cold demeanour. Note that we can plot the how, when, why etc. together, but the basic idea is as follows: My idea is that my character (who is living in “our” time and knows the game because she played it) suddenly falls/appears in the world of the Witcher, preferably somewhere near Novigrad or Oxenfurt. And of course somehow she bumps into Geralt.

I think this can be really funny, dramatic, thrilling and hot. I think of it more as a “slow” built up, story driven, with growing attraction, a lot of flirting and sexual tension between those two.

If you have other ideas what the plot/ the rp could be about, I am open for suggestions.

♥ Other Craving:

I really really really want to play an rp set in the Law and Order SVU Fandom. A story with you playing ADA Barba would be my favourite.

Don’t be afraid to suggest your own ideas/plots!

You can contact me via email: poet3393@yahoo.de

We can rp via email or messenger or whatever. I don’t have a preference

Thanks for reading. I hope to hear from you soon! ♥

[cardierreh15]

Knight in Shining Leather

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

[cardierreh15]

The Lost Prince of House Targaryen

hi there 🖤 hello. Its been a while hasn’t it? Well, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter. It took me ages to finish. Enjoy ❤️

***I do not give anyone permission to copy and/or repost and translate my work!!!

Warning 18+: Cursing , Violence , Blood , Death & Gore , Vivid Depictions of Burning Flesh , Mentions of Rape.

Pairings: Tytus Snow (Geralt of Rivia) x Alyssa Landon (black!plus size female)

Description: When Tytus goes out for his weekly hunt, he runs into a bit of trouble.

Word Count: 5.5K

Song: That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil

The Domino Effect

The boy stood in the midst of an unfamiliar hall. The place was quite spacious, with only a small bit of light flowing in from the windows. Dust floated in the air, a tell-tale sign that no one had been in this room for quite some time.

His little face was smeared in dirt with beads of sweat forming over the bridge of his nose and forehead. His hair was stuck against his scalp, also dirty and sweaty. Covered in filth, he had no idea where he was nor where he’d come from.

The lad coughed and mustered out, ‘Hello?’

With only his echo answering him, an unsettling feeling began to weigh on his shoulders.

‘Mother?’

He called out once more, looking over his shoulders and even doing a full 360 spin to check his surroundings. Suddenly, he heard soft whispers. The voices weren’t exactly approachable and alluring but it gave him hope. Perhaps he’d find answers as to where he was.

‘Wh-who’s there?’

My Prince. Come to me.

The word “Prince” caused him to tense. Only a quarter of a handful of folks knew about who he was. Who was this being that called to him?

His curiosity outshined his fear and caused him to follow the enticing whispers.

Young Prince. The people’s Prince.

‘I-I’m not a Prince! I’m—I’m just a bastard. Nothing more.’

Is that what they tell you boy?

He grew quiet and looked down in disappointment.

Oh sweet child. You are more than even you can imagine!

The overlapping of whispers had faded and in came the view of something the young man never thought he’d see in person. There sat upon countless steps, were thousands of swords fused and molten into one seat. The infamous Iron Throne.

He was intimidated by it as it was a lot bigger than his little mind could’ve imagined. He also felt a lot of things at that moment. Fear, Shock and Excitement all in one.

‘The… The Iron Throne…’

The voice had returned but in singular and easier to comprehend, ‘Yes, my Prince. Yours. Your birthright. Go to it.’

‘Mine?’

Swallowing hard, he allowed this ominous voice to guide him up the stone steps that seem to ascend miles and miles up. By the time he’d made it up to the top, he was now a man and no longer a child.

‘Yours.’

His hair and face was clean; free of dirt, dust and grime. Purely white, it cascaded down between his shoulder blades. He wore black and red royal robes. Red and black scales donned his wide shoulders and arms, resembling the ancestors of his guardian angel.

He stood tall and fierce. Eyes so sure and positive about who he was.

Beside him stood his father and his uncle Daemon. His father held the gaze of a proud mentor while Daemon reflected a gaze of malice and hatred. He was never the type to care about others' opinions of him. He answered to no one but his mother and her alone.

‘Touch it.’ The King requested as he placed his large deteriorating hand on his shoulder. Without rebuttal, the Prince reached down to the armrest, casually allowing the blades of swords to pierce and carve into his skin. He didn’t falter but dug the blades in once more.

‘Sit, my King. It is yours.’ Daemon added on, his voice stern and firm.

The young man carefully pulled his palm away from the armrest and turned to face his elders before sitting down upon the prickly seat. His father took off his shiny crown, immediately unmasking the truth of his illness.

The King had lost an abundance of his beautiful white hair, along with the weight that’d kept him youthful and healthy. Half of his face was sunken, and eaten away by decay; he’d even lost an eye and a hole took place in his cheek, revealing damaged jawbone and teeth.

And yet, Daemon kept his youth and health.

Sitting back against the throne, swords impaled through the young king’s chest and torso, causing blood to seep and bleed into the crevices of the throne. He remained unphased as the throne began to bleed him dry.

Though, he was able to take deep, fulfilling breaths.

The Dead King and Loathing Prince stood in idle as the young man poured his life into who he was. Into who the Targaryens were.

‘This is who you are. You are the true heir, Tytus Targaryen.’

The King smiled proudly before weakly bowing his head. Daemon refused to bow but instead just stepped to the side.

Revealed onto him, were hundreds of not thousands of his people bowing in his wake. Everything seemed so … promising. But he couldn’t celebrate this victory without the woman he adored most. His mother. Tytus searched amongst bowing men and women but to no avail. That was until he’d finally looked down into his lap.

The severed head of his mother laid there. A silent scream left his chest as bloodied tears filled his bright golden eyes. He just kept mouthing, Mama! Mama! Mommy!

The redness in her eyes frightened him so; mimicking lightning bolts on the white orb. Her blue irises were halfway rolled and her eye bags were as dark as her chapped lips.

Abruptly, her eyes had come to be, cutting at him with an unfamiliar yet haunting gaze, ‘Ungrateful.’ She uttered.

Confused beyond measure, his head fell to the side.

‘Morning.’

***

A sudden and breathless gasp had awakened him out of his sleep, with his bright eyes flashing open he could’ve burned a hole into the cabin ceiling. He’d immediately fell into a fit of coughs and heaves so hard it made his chest hurt.

The frantic footsteps had echoed throughout the cabin. ‘Tytus?!’ The woman exclaimed before she damn near knocked down the bedroom door.

With face red as beets and the pleading look in his eyes, his mother rushed to his aid. ‘My son! Are you alright?!’

His head felt dizzy and his chest felt as if his lungs were on fire. He’d closed his eyes to focus on his breathing while he nodded. Finally coming back to his senses, his head fell back against the small pillow as a lively breath left his lips.

His mother, Sondra, had also let out a sigh in relief. ‘Another nightmare?’

He rubbed at his temples, quietly.

The woman sat there watching her son try to break down the meaning of whatever it was that caused him such ailment and grief. ‘Shall I send a raven?’

‘If you sent him a raven every time I had a nightmare mother, he’d never be home. It’s alright.’ He lied. Truth be told, this dream occurred every night. From the succession of the throne to the demise of his mother.

‘Well he is your father, and you need him.’

Rolling his eyes, the large male pulled himself up from his cot, ‘I haven’t needed him for all of these years,’ he snatched the white cotton blouse off of the wooden chair, ‘I don’t need him now.’

The woman sighed at her stubborn son, ‘Tytus. Must you be so mulish? What is the harm in reaching out?’

Tytus rolled his eyes. He hated having these conversations with her about Viserys. Last time he was too busy raising his own family to be bothered with a bastard son. Tugging on his shirt he turned to look at her. ‘Since when you cared so much about what happened between Viserys and I?’

The woman’s lips parted for a second before she let out a sigh. She peeled her eyes away from his haunting gaze. She knew something that he didn’t. ‘Just— it’s important you get to know him as a man, son.’

He sighed heavily and shook his head, ‘I’m sorry mother but he’s a little too preoccupied for me.’ He’d become agitated; thinking about the only thing that his father had given him was a name, the rights to speak in his native tongue and a dragon egg.

One would say he’s more connected to his Valyrian heritage. But that meant nothing when all he wanted was his father to be around. He may have been ungrateful, but he resented Viserys.

But there are two sides to every coin.

He started towards the door until Sondra said, ‘Your father is ill.’

Tytus stopped in his tracks.

‘He had been this way for quite some time. They have been trying to slow up the pace of the illness but—‘

‘What is it?’ He said as he turned half way to look at his mother.

‘It is a flesh eating disease… in the recent raven he’d sent, it’s already claimed fingers… and some of the flesh on his back.’

Shutting his eyes and looking away from her, he’d let out a silent breath. His heart had sunken to his gut causing him to grow ill.

That would explain Visery’s health in his nightmare.

‘Did they—‘ he paused as he tried to gather his emotions, ‘Did he say how much time he had left?’

‘No.’ Sondra walked over to her son and placed her hand on his tall shoulder while turning his face towards her with her free hand, ‘This is why you must make amends. He is your father and you are my greatest gift. You must thank him. I already have.’

‘Why must I thank someone for making me? He cursed me, mother. Us! He is the reason we can’t go out and live normal lives.’

‘Tytus—‘

‘I’ll see what I can do… but no promises. The King had always put his son aside… and I shall do the same.’ He pulled away from his mother’s touch and walked out the back door of the cabin.

Tears brimmed his eyes as his chest began to tighten with a familiar ache. Sure he tried to hold himself together but that news hit him like a ton of bricks. He quickly walked over to the stream and collapsed to his knees. His face molded into something… human and painful. A silent sob ripped through his chest, causing his shoulders to rise and fall.

No matter how much he’d pretended to hate his father, he truly did look up to him. He knew that Viserys was a good man, and part of him hated that of him. He’d just wished he had to experience him more and have more time with him. It wasn’t fair. While all his younger siblings got to know who he was as a man, a father, a mentor and a King; he barely knew him beyond his name.

Hell, when he and Uncle Daemon would sneak away from Kings Landing to see him as a child, they’d never spent more than an hour together.

Jealousy wasn’t enough for the Prince.

‘Tytus?!’

Startled, Tytus dipped his head into the flowing water to hide his face.

‘Tytus?’ A woman called out in confusion, placing her hand over her chest as her free arm held a wicker basket.

He pulled his head out of the water and pushed his wet hair out of his face. Letting out a huff, he rubbed the water out of his eyes and looked back over his shoulder.

‘Oh, Alyssa!’ He scrambled up to his feet and turned around to face her as he pushed his wet hair out of his face. ‘Hi. I—I wasn't expecting to see you at this hour. May I help you?’

Tytus allowed his bright yet mournful eyes to take in the woman before him. Her skin was bathing within the warmth of the sun itself; brown like sepia. She had a pretty, round face with chestnut eyes and full lips. And a smile, that could light up an entire room.

Her thick dark hair was done in two fine twists with a thin gold ribbon fed into the style. They met at the back of her head in an intricate and complicated pattern of a knot.

She had a set large voluptuous breasts that complimented her low cut dress wonderfully. She had a tummy, wide hips and he would assume thick pillowy thighs to match beneath the skirt of her dress.

To call this woman comely, was quite the understatement.

‘I just bought this for you. Hoping that you have not forgotten our proposal.’ She took the handle into her fist and held it out towards him.

‘And that would be?’ He trailed off as he raised a brow.

Annoyingly dropping her arm, Alyssa let out a sigh with a gentle eye roll, ‘Well it’s not exactly ours… you and my father.’

‘So why didn’t your father come have a word with me?’

‘He is busy. He runs an Inn and an Alehouse. Or does your age fail you?’

Tytus scuffed as his brows furrowed in dismay, ‘How old do you think I am?’

‘I don’t know. Something about you says ancient but… I don’t truly know.’

‘Is it my hair.’

‘Mayhaps…’ the woman paused as she rested her hand on her hip, allowing her pretty eyes to roam over this lovely specimen of a man. ‘So, will you do it?’

This woman was impossible. Well, he’d known her for a little while. And she wasn’t always this impatient. Other days she was a sweet woman that made him laugh and made him feel comfortable when he’d go fill up on some ale.

But she was different outside of that Inn.

Letting out a heavy sigh, his golden eyes ripped from her gaze to the basket she held in her hand. ‘What’s in the basket?’

‘Some treats for you and your mother. You know my father is quite fond of her? He would hate to hear that you’d turn down gifts because of your wits.’

He’d rolled his eyes and reached his hand out for her to place his gift there.

The woman beamed with a smile that could cut through thick thunder clouds. It was hard for him to keep up with his immovable character when she shared that side with him. Instead of allowing the annoyance to settle in his features further, he’d returned a small yet kind smile.

‘Thank you, Tytus. You have been quite helpful since you and Miss. Sondra have been around. If you both shall need anything—‘

‘We— don’t need anything, Alyssa.’ He reassured, ‘Thank you.’ He blinked his golden eyes from the basket to her gaze.

The two remained quiet; staring into one another’s eyes as if they’d searched for something beyond.

Alyssa had inhaled deeply as she blinked her gaze away from his. ‘Well, I shall get going, Tytus. Inn won’t tend to itself unfortunately.’ She bowed her head respectfully, ‘Good day.’ She added before spinning off smoothly and walking in the direction from whomst she came.

It had seemed as if Tytus had been involuntarily choking on words because he just couldn’t seem to get them out so he just said, ‘Good Day, Miss.’

‘Alyssa.’

Taking note that once she made it past the cabin, she went left. It wasn’t in the direction of her father’s inn but after she’d left his property, she was no longer his responsibility. Or so he thought.

***

Walking back into the cabin, he took note of his mother sitting before the fireplace staring at his priceless gift.

A dragon egg.

Sondra looked over at Tytus for a second before her eyes dropped to the goody basket he held in his hand. ‘I thought I saw it move. I know he said it may never hatch but, you could never be too sure about these things. They’re creatures like you and I. Stubborn when they want to be.’ The woman laughed heartily as she walked over to her son.

‘I ever tell you about when I was pregnant with you?’

A small smile returned, ‘Yes mama. More times than man could count.’

‘You and—‘ she paused for a second as if she was catching herself from giving away something.

Tytus caught that, causing his brows to pull together as he listened further.

‘You gave me so much pain, I wanted the Gods to put me out of my misery. 10 long months, I felt every bit of it.’ She smiled softly, trying to push her secrets to the side once more. ‘Now look at you,’ she placed her hand on his jaw, ‘My son.’ Her thumb gently caressed his cheek before she brought her attention to the basket once again.

‘Alyssa brought this here for us.’ Tytus said as he placed it in her arms. ‘I have to fulfill my end of the trade now.’

‘Alyssa… What a sweet girl.’ Sondra smiled as she carried it off to the wooden dining table. ‘How is she and her father?’

‘I don’t know?’ He shrugged, ‘She seemed in fair spirits. Her father though,’ he smirked as he leaned against the frame of the door ‘Seems to have a thing for little ladies who tend to be mysterious.’

‘Who? Me?’ The woman laughed gleefully as she tore the cloth from atop of the basket. Revealed onto them both was a full bottle of mead, fresh warm bread, cheese and a jar of raw honey. ‘Ou! What a lovely spread!’

‘Good,’ Tytus sighed and pushed himself off of the frame, ‘You can enjoy it without me. I’ve got venison to catch.’

‘Be careful son.’

‘I shall.’ He called out before walking out the back door once again and went into the makeshift butcher house that he’d built. It was more than just a place to cut and skin meat. It was where he beat his steel and metal into place. Being on the run for 30 odd years, he and his mother had to learn to do things on their own.

That went from properly skinning meat to make pelts, to creating new weaponry that could cut down anyone that disrupted their journey.

But it was also a place of solace. Where he found peace and quiet.

Tytus made due to change out of his house wear quickly and stepped into something more comfortable. There was no telling how long his trip would be. But with his impressive tracking skills and his ability to make a decision promptly, he should be back in no time.

He dressed in thick, patterned leather. Then, he tugged on his boots and sharpened his dagger. Finally, he packed up his quiver nice and full, and tightened the string.

Once finished, he gathered all of his possessions and walked outside to the stables. It was a little bit busier now. The farmers next door had begun to work on their duties and the streets had come to life as the sun ascended further into the sky.

As he embarked on his short journey, the villagers greeted him with smiles and waves. Some even spoke his name: ‘Tytus! Good Morning to ya!’ ‘Tytus.’ ‘Be safe out there, Tytus!’

Children skipped, ran and laughed as they played without a care in the world. A soft smile had formed in his lips but then, he’d remembered that he wasn’t so lucky to experience such a mundane life as this when he was a child. At times, he envied them. These kids who laughed with their whole bodies and asked questions out of curiosity while having the chance to be children…

Not him though. He didn’t have time to wonder what the world was like or make friends.

‘Gardenia… good morning girl.’ He said softly as he rested his large hand against her neck. ‘Miss me?’

The beautiful Friesian mare nickered with joy as the sound of his voice. She’d even shoved at his torso in a gentle and affirming manner.

‘I know. I’ve missed you too. But, we’re going to be spending some time together today.’ He’d placed his dagger in his sheath and pulled on his bow and quiver over his shoulder.

‘We’ve gotten wrapped up in something… a promise that must be fulfilled.’ He spoke to Gardenia as if she was human. Well, he always knew his secrets would be safe with her.

***

Riding with Gardenia always did seem to take his mind off of more dismaying things. Such as his nightmares and his mother’s pompous attitude toward him seeing his father.

Tytus was aimlessly following an unmarked path in the woods. Sure, he’d made the deal to go hunting but right now his mind wasn’t in it. He’d just found out the man who he’d called father was dying from this rare disease. And he had no idea if he’d ever see him again.

His eyes burned with a vengeance as tears brimmed them again. His jaw locked into place as he clenched it hard while his fists held on to his reins tightly.

Finally, the sound of an elk calling brought him out of sunken depths of despair in his mind. Pulling at Gardenia’s reins, she knickered before shaking her head and stopping in her tracks.

‘Whoooa, girl. Eaaaassy.’ He’d reached forth and gave her neck a gentle pat before carefully unmounting. He quietly walked her over to a tree where he tied her up, nice and tightly.

Leaning into her neck, Tytus whispered, ‘I know you hate to lull these units back home. But, it feeds us. Behave.’ He uttered before pulling away and readying his bow. As soon as he turned his back to walk away, Gardenia quickly nudged her snout into his back; neighing and stomping as he stumbled forward.

Catching his footing, Tytus’ nose flared as he took a deep breath and looked behind him with a minacious scowl written on his face. The horse stared at him with an unimpressed glare as her ears twitched and flickered.

Look at him. What kind of man fights with a horse?

Rolling his bright golden eyes, he mumbled, ‘you women are all the same.’

When the elk called once more, Tytus took note that it was closer and that this was no average piece of meat. The way it sounded let Tytus know that it was much more mature than he anticipated from the first call.

Squatting down into the damp dirt, he took note of the human footprints here. They were small and the shape held form, a telltale sign that these were recent.

It wasn’t odd to see footprints in the wood, but for some reason— something felt off about this particular set of prints. But he wasn’t here for that, he lifted his bow and began on his way.

Every step Tytus made was crucial and timed as any step out of place, could possibly scare away nearby food. Or perhaps, invite a hungry bear or a pack of direwolves. Whichever the three, none were wanted. So he stepped slowly, and moved with as much patience as a mother with her rotten child.

They didn’t call him the best hunter in the village for nothing.

Eventually, after so many calculated steps and draws, he’d finally come across the source of the calls. Standing beneath a tree that looked to have weathered many centuries, it grazed on the lush green grass.

Tytus thought this was the perfect opportunity to claim his prize. So he stepped over broken branch and tread slowly, cautiously. He stood up straight and drew his string; aiming the arrow at its ribcage. But something… was off.

His mind kept thinking about those tracks from earlier. Who were they? Why were they here? Were they safe?

With Tytus’ questions throwing off his concentration, he mistakenly released the grip of the arrow, causing it to rip through the air, and spear the tree, just a second above the creature.

Tytus’ heart sank.

But to his surprise, the beast didn’t flee. In fact, its head rose and looked at his hunter instead. It began to emerge from the shadows of the tree, stepping into the sun that caused its coat to glow like snow. Its antlers appeared to shine like solid gold in the sun’s rays.

And unusually large in size.

Under the temptation of wanting to reach behind him and grab another arrow, Tytus couldn’t believe what he was seeing! He was completely frozen.

The Legendary White Hart.

He’d heard stories about this creature when he was just a little boy. But he’d never been the type to believe in fairy tales. As if dragons didn’t exist and he wouldn’t become a formidable dragon rider in the future.

The stag stopped only heartbeats away from Tytus, staring down the mere human. And the human stared up at it, slowly dropping his weapon to take in this godly creature once more.

Then, the creature let out a huff from its nose and turned away, trekking into a path. Almost instantly disappearing within the trees.

Tytus stood there as he felt as if air had been ripped from his lungs. If he’d remembered those tales well, he’d known what this meant. That the Gods had given him their blessing for him to be King… right?

Wrong. Because that’s not what he wanted. Tytus had no generalized idea of what it took to be a King. How responsible would he have to be? All the choices he’d have to make on behalf of others instead of being selfish. And he loved being selfish! Why would he give that up?! For a crown and gold?

Depending on who you ask… it didn’t sound bad.

But that wasn’t him.

At the moment, Tytus was no longer in a hunting mood. He was mentally exhausted after today. All the news and all the signs weighed on him like dumbbells. As he made his way back to Gardenia, he contemplated telling his mother about his finding. But knowing her, her relentless determination of convincing him to see his father, would only get worse.

He’d decided to keep it a secret for now.

Once he’d made it back to Gardenia, he’d noticed that the tracks had been replaced with 3 fresh ones. The wet dirt had been deepened by the weight of heavy boots.

But how odd was it that they didn’t steal his horse? Clearly these individuals were after something more important.

That gut feeling only deepened and now he felt the need to get to the bottom of this.

‘Gardenia… I’m afraid I must leave you again…’

The sassy horse neighed loudly and bobbed her head.

‘I know… something is not right here. And if someone is in danger… I must help.’ Tytus walked over to Gardenia and reached into his satchel where he pulled out a shiny red apple. ‘You do understand,’ He hushed against her neck.

‘Don’t you?’ He continued as he held out the apple in front of her.

The horse knickered quietly before she grabbed the fruit with her teeth, causing Tytus to chuckle softly. ‘I knew you would. I will be back soon.’

***

Tytus didn’t really care too much to be quiet on this journey. He put all of his attention in studying these tracks and what they could possibly lead to. And it could be a number of things.

At this point in the day, the sun had finally disappeared behind the mountains, alerting him that he’d spent way too much time out here and still didn’t catch anything.

But food didn’t matter when it came to protecting the innocent. So he pushed onward until he heard the loud drunken, cackling of men.

Crouching behind a bush, he allowed his eyes to try to study the area from afar. A fire had already been built and well lit. One of the men wore nothing but filthy undergarments. The other two, were fully dressed in their armored uniforms. Tytus recognized those cloaks and breastplates anywhere. Black and Red.

They served the King, under Lord Commander Criston Cole, who’d just taken after the Late Ser Harrold Westerling. A renowned white cloak, who proved to be more than a “pretty” face.

Tytus hated those self righteous pricks.

But these guys… were more dangerous than an average soldier. In fact, they were no longer that. Deserters, which made them all the more dangerous. They had no rules, as long as they weren’t caught… they’d do anything to survive.

The sudden whining of a woman had caught his attention almost instantly, causing his gaze to flicker from the gold three-headed, fire breathing dragon to the woman who was helplessly bound in a pillory. She struggled and wept as she begged the three men to free her.

‘Pl-please! I-I won’t tell a soul… I-I swear! Just please let me go!’

Her voice… that… voice.

‘Alyssa?’ He whispered softly.

Though, he couldn’t confirm it as her backside was facing him. He often tried to be respectful and not look at her that way. He felt he owed that to her father.

‘Oh you won’t be telling anybody… sweetheart.’ The naked man expressed as he took the ale from his comrade.

Tytus growled quietly as he grabbed the handle of his sword. But before he could make another move, he stopped himself. These are three trained soldiers. He had to do this right before it got them both killed.

He watched as that slimy bastard made his way over to her and stood in front of her where he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Then, he leaned in as if to kiss her.

Tytus watched impatiently before a loud wail erupted in the air.

Snatching his face away, the male’s face was gushing with blood as she spit out what seemed to be flesh, ‘You won’t kiss anyone else you disgusting—‘

She’d snatched his bottom lip off of his face, completely exposing tendons and everything that made a set of lips work.

Tytus hissed at the gruesome sight. He’d seen a lot of things, but this? That was sickening.

One of the male’s backhanded her with his armored knuckles, instantly knocking her out.

This ticked Tytus off, he was over trying to be patient. These men brought her harm and they weren’t going to make it out of here.

As the male’s comrades tried to help him aid the wound and stop the bleeding, Tytus stepped around the bush, ‘Do you all—‘ startling the three men, causing the two men to pull out their swords.

‘Usually harm women this way?’

‘What’s it to you? This does not concern you!’

‘what did you all intend on doing to her?’ Tytus tried to remain as calm as possible.

The two dressed men stood there quietly as their companion tried to “glue” his lip back into place. What an idiot.

‘Do you all know… the consequences of deserting?’

‘We’re not deserters!’

Tytus smirked, ‘Oh yeah?’

‘We—we just got lost! Sh-she was suppose to help us find our nearest camp and—‘

‘You didn’t find it so you’re gonna rape and kill her instead?’

The three men looked at one another before looking back at Tytus.

‘You know what? Yeah. And then maybe we’ll rape and kill you too.’ The three men laughed.

And Tytus found absolutely nothing funny about that.

His stoic demeanor had instantly shifted into something colder and harsher. ‘Not if I can help it.’ Gripping the handle of his sword, he unsheathed his blade and readied himself.

‘Ha! You’re going to fight us? It's 3 of us and just 1 of you.’

Tytus' head fell to the side gently as a small smirk curled up on his lip. ‘You know, you’re right about that.’ Quickly reaching behind him, he grabbed the handle of his dagger and aimlessly launched it in their direction. To his luck, it hit the injured one right in the throat.

The other men watched as their comrade fell to the ground and choked on his own blood. Then, they turned their attention to Tytus who readied himself in stance. They both charged towards him in hopes of defeating this individual. But that hope was short lived when Tytus swung his sword across one’s neck, chopping his head clean off. And slicing the other from across his stomach, instantly bringing him to his knees.

Unfortunately for him, he lived a little bit longer to feel the torturous pain of his insides falling upon the ground before him. Wailing as he even made the attempt to grab at his intestines and try to shove it back into the wound but failed miserably when he’d succumb to his wound.

Splattered blood dripped across Tytus’ face and some even got in his hair. He’d sighed heavily and walked over to the one with the missing lip. He was still choking to death. Tytus’ brows tugged into one as he noticed that his dagger was probably keeping him alive?

‘Well, isn’t this interesting?’

He squatted down before him and flicked the handle, causing the man to gargle in pain. ‘You’re really fighting it aren’t you?’

He tried to speak, chomping his jaws together but it had appeared that the blade severed his vocal chords too.

So instead of watching him struggle, Tytus reached over, ‘Alright, that’ll do.’ And he shoved the blade deeper, finally ending the individual’s torment.

‘To be honest that’s more than what you deserve. Fucking prick.’ He hissed as he snatched his blade out of his throat and wiped the blade upon his pants before sheathing it home.

Tytus took in a moment to take in this mess. 3 men massacred by his blade, and a woman who had been knocked unconscious by the brute force of one of them. In that moment, he worried that perhaps someone would find the bodies here.

It wouldn’t be a good look if the townsfolk saw these slain soldiers. But, he did what he must. And the sun was descending further behind the mountains; illuminating a orange glow in the sky. They had to get back home before dark. Or at least be on their way.

Huffing heavily through his nose, the tall brute walked over to the body that lie hunched over it’s on mess now. Tytus kicked the corpse over, and studied it for a moment. ‘What to do with you…three pigs..’

His golden eyes roamed over the body; a pile of its own intestines lie next to him.

Then, he looked ahead at the raging fire that they’d once created just a few moments before their intruder’s arrival.

‘Well.. into the flames you go.’

One by one, Tytus drug the 3 corpses into the fire and watched them burn; watching as the metal fused with their flesh as if it were becoming apart of them instead. In exposed skin, he watched the flames cauterize and bubble them up until it turned crispy and charred.

He wrinkled his nose at the unfathomable scent. It was a smell, one could never truly get use to.

Finally turning his attention to the damsel in distress, he let out a gentle sigh. ‘As for you…’ he said as he walked over to meet her.

He carefully grabbed her chin and lifted her face. Semi-dried blood stained her lips and chin from her attack on her abuser. Then, he noticed a dark purple bruise that had been instantly cast upon her tawny flesh where that bastard split her cheekbone.

‘Mmm. Your father will have your head for this.’ Tytus murmured before carefully releasing her head. He began to take his blade and slice at the thick rope that kept her bound.

After freeing her from the pillory, ‘Silly woman.’ He muttered as threw her over his shoulder and began his journey back to Gardenia. ‘You did well.’

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OK we got a hell yes for it! So looks like ima be working on that part 2 !!! NOW— SHOULD I JUST LET HIM SMASH?! Because Idunno why — I want her to fuck the shit out of this man 🥵😩🙄

I’m so tempted to do a part two to Knight In Shining Leather.

If you are confused, I suggest reading or skimming through— let that answer for ya 😌

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The Lost Prince of House Targaryen

First of all I would like to thank my lovely friend, @ladylaviniya for designing this beautiful title cover for me! I am forever in your debt baby ❤️ without you, idk how I would’ve been able to piece together such beauty. 🥰🥹

This is just a mere adaption, and not at all accurate. I just decided to make Tytus (Geralt) King Viserys I Targaryen’s bastard son who also happens to be the oldest. He mainly acts as as an older brother to Princess Rhaenyra, and does not want responsibility of being King. This will probably be the longest fic I’ve ever done but chapters will be paced. I do hope the HOTD & GOT fans enjoy 🖤❤️🏴

Warnings 18+: Nudity , Blood , Death , Death by Fire , Strong Profanity , Mentions of Incest , Mentions of Rape , Smut (will be listed in chapter(s) ) , Parental Death , Illness . Will add as time goes on.

“Italics” with quotation will be Valyrian language.

Chapter 1: The Domino Effect OUT NOW!!!

Chapter 2: Skeletons OUT NOW!!!

Chapter 3: To Lose, is to Gain

Chapter 4: Winterfell

Chapter 5: Journey To Kings Landing

Chapter 6: The Princess & The Prince

Chapter 7: Lions, Tigers & Bears

Chapter 8: The Targaryen Bloodline

Chapter 9: Death of King Viserys

Chapter 10: Heir to the Throne

Chapter 11: Tytus The Ungrateful

Chapter 12: “We Are, House Targaryen.”

Chapter 13: Rhaenyra The Cruel

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The Stranger

A lil’ sumn, sumn just in time for spooky szn my dears 😩🧡 enjoy.

**I do not give anyone permission to repost and/or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Blood , Cutting & Stabbing with claws , Non-Con Sex , Full Nelson Position?? (I think lol) , Biting , Oral (Female Recieving) , Praising Kink , Breeding , Kidnapping .

Pairing: Vampire!August x Maria(Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: August has a lil fun with his food. 😋

Word Count: 2.9K

Song: Eat Your Young by Hozier

They’re having sex in a graveyard. Thought I’d make that clear. Basically: Dead Dove Do Not Eat

The woman wheezed as she rested her hands on her knees; trying her damnedest to breathe, but the cold air burned in her chest. Doubled over, she coughed hard before slowly inhaling through her nose and then out through her mouth. Standing up straight, her lips trembled as the winter’s air embraced her in a deadly hold.

‘Home, just— try to get home.’ she muttered to herself as she wrapped her torso up in her own arms. It had seemed as if she were walking for ages now, but at least she caught her breath. ‘Home… just…almost there.’ she shivered.

Run, girl, run. A dark essence whispered through a cool breeze, heart sinking into the pit of her gut as a familiar dark laughter followed suit.

‘Stop!’ she cried out, placing both hands over her ears as she started running again. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on pure thoughts. ‘This— *huff* has to be— *huff huff* a nightmare!’ Suddenly, she tripped over a branch, tumbling and rolling until her weight betrayed her; head colliding with something cool and hard. Vision blurred and disoriented, she let out a pained groan as she weakly reached out, ‘Mmmmhhhff.’

Whimpering out, she felt something wet and warm trickling down the side of her face. Dragging her weight across the cool, dewy dirt and grass. ‘Please… please,’ she begged; placing her hands on the tombstone while struggling to pull herself to her feet. ‘Please just— leave me alone!’ she called out, her knees buckling as she stood up straight.

‘Hahah, and what’s the fun in that?!’

Heart ramming in her chest, her breathing had become shallow, the lump in her throat growing painful. ‘Who— why do you follow me?! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!’ she broke out in a hysterical sob, words inaudible. ‘Please! I have nothing to offer you— I can’t— I can’t…’

It grew quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind dancing through the trees and the dead leaves scraping against the ground filled the air. Suddenly, when safety seemed sure, she got wrapped up in a tight embrace. A cold hand covered her lips as she began squeal into the stranger’s flesh. The stranger grinned darkly as the woman flayed her arms and legs around.

‘Tag. I've got you now!’

He snickered, turning her around to get a good look at her. She was ravishing! Full puckered lips, gray eyes that made her tears resemble a rainy day. Her skin, soft and silky like raw honey. She was almost too pretty to eat. But he’d always been the type to play with his food.

Grabbing her jaw, his pointy nails gently stabbed at her flesh. She tried to let out a shriek but he placed his index finger against her full lips, ‘aht, Aht, — that’s not a smart idea sweet pea. He grinned, ‘Scream, and I’ll slit your throat ok? Give me a nod if you understand.’

The woman’s frightened eyes stared up into his bright blue irises that shone in the darkness, resembling that of the deepest depths of the ocean. She nodded hesitantly, never taking her eyes off of him.

‘Mmm, that’s a good girl. You are awfully pretty.’ He cooed, dragging his claw down the side of her face. ‘I would have hated to kill you before I've had my fun.’ he grinned; salivating at the thought of her being his personal blood bag.

‘Now, you’re going to do whatever I say… alright?’

The woman nodded again, a single tear falling down her face. She was freezing! It wouldn’t have been a shock if her tears turned into icicles at this point.

He brought her head towards him, gently sniffing at the open wound she’d created from her dance with the ground earlier. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed in delight. ‘So sweet,’he said, before licking up the blood that dripped down the side of her face.

She was stiff as a board, unable to move from the shock that coursed through her body. There was no way this was truly happening. No, no this had to be some kind of nightmare. Shutting her eyes tightly, whispering, ‘it’s just a dream, wake up Maria, it’s just a dream—‘

His thunderous laugh ripped through the air. ‘Are you sure about that princess? Seems real enough to me.’ He cooed in her ear as he pushed her thick hair behind her ear and ran his claw down her cheek, leaving behind a simple cut. She started to cry once again.

‘Awww, shhhh —don’t cry princess,’ he said as he wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumbs. ‘Everything will be over soon. And, if you behave, I might just let you go. All you have to do… is be a good girl.’

Maria swallowed her sticky spit and nodded once again, letting out a shaky sigh. She was willing to do anything if it meant for her to live.

‘Wh— what will you have me do?’

He smirked as his eyes flickered from her face to her breasts. ‘Well,’ with just a quick swipe of his finger, he tore the fabric of her shirt with his pointy nail. His eyes immediately landing on her silky brown skin, his fangs tingling at the thought of sinking them in that supple flesh.

‘Ah!’ she gasped, instantly wrapping her own arms around her body to conceal it. ‘Wh—‘ she backed up slowly until she tripped and fell back against a stone. ‘Oof!’ she whimpered, looking up at him. ‘H-here?! Now?’ she looked around as she quivered. ‘It’s cold! And we’re in a graveyard! Have you no respect for the dead?!’

‘Oh honey… haven’t your parents taught you not to assume?’ his smirk never faltered as he stood above her, glaring down at her like a hawk stalking its prey. ‘I am… the dead.’ His fangs seemed to appear out of nowhere! They were massive, frightening and white. Very distinguishable even with nights as dark as these. She stared up at him in fear as he reached down and lended her his hand.

‘Up…’ he commanded.

Maria swallowed her spit once again and placed her hand in his before he whisked her up to her feet in a fast motion. He pressed her against his chest, listening as her heart hadn’t ceased to keep its fast pace. ‘Why were you hiding that pretty body from me huh?’ he said, running his tongue over his fangs.

‘B-because I don’t know you! You’re a stranger! A monster!’

The stranger chuckled and backed her up against a tall tombstone. Her back was pressed flush against the coolness. ‘Alright,’ he placed his hand against the stone, ‘My name is August… there, am I still a stranger?’ He drug his pointy nail down the hill and the valley of her breasts, down her tummy until he rested it beneath her button to pop it.

‘I mean… no… I guess. B-but you’re still a monster!’ She bit back.

‘Oh really? Why… that’s not very nice.’ he chuckled, ‘You’re scared of me… aren’t you princess?’ he asked, popping the button to bring the zipper down. She jumped at the sudden flick before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Good, you should be.’ he said before grabbing her wrist and swiftly turning her around and pinning her against the stone. ‘I’m not gonna hurt you… yet,’ he whispered softly in her ear. Something so sweet, like a lullaby. ‘Just—want a little taste,’ August added as he got down on his knees and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

‘Wha—?!’ Her panties followed soon after.

‘What are you doing?! Stop!’ She tried to move but he grabbed her thighs and held it in a tight grip. ‘Aah!’ she yelped out at the sudden pain. His claws dug into her cool flesh. ‘I told you to be a good girl! Move again, and I will crush your femur!’

‘Ughh,’ she cried out in pain. ‘Please! Just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone!’

‘Well you may not make it out of here to tell anyone sweetheart. We might as well have a little fun huh?’

Maria’s bottom lip trembled before she sucked it between her teeth to keep from wailing like a wraith. But instead, she utter a sound.

‘Attagirl,’ he grinned as he released his grip on her skin, ‘Now… sit still,’ he said before inhaling the scent of her core. ‘Mmmm,’ he let out a guttural growl, stretching his neck and pressing the flattened tongue against her womanhood.

‘Ooh!’ Maria’s mouth fell open as a chill slid down her spine. She could feel her knees growing numb as his tongue assaulted her clit with a vengeance. If she were going to die, at least her last few moments would be of her experiencing a one in a lifetime moment. Fucking a monster.

August lifted her thigh as he flicked his tongue over her glorious abyss and her sensitive nub. ‘Mmmm,’ he hummed before pulling away for a second. ‘Fuuuuck, you’re delicious,’ he pressed a kiss on her inner thigh before he sank his teeth into her soft flesh.

‘AAAAAAH!’ she yelped out, startled by him biting into her. Maria looked down between her legs. ‘You said you weren’t going to hurt me!!!’ she whined out.

August licked at her punctured, swollen skin before placing a kiss on it, ‘Oh relax, baby girl. It’s just a love bite. You’ll be fine.’ He chuckled before his tongue was met with her pussy once again. Such a hungry lover he was.

‘Ooooh! Dear God! That feels sooo fucking good!’ Her head fell back as her fingers gripped at the tombstone. She subconsciously began to grind her hips against his face and reached behind her to grab a hand full of his thick dark hair. His face was just a seat for her at this point. And he didn’t mind it either.

A gasp ripped through her chest as her groin began to tighten as she grew closer to her orgasm. ‘Aaah! FUCK!’ She felt as if the world were crumbling beneath her feet.

August smiled softly as she came in his mouth unreluctantly. She was so warm on his tongue. He could stay here forever if she allowed it. Pulling away from her pussy, he bit into her other thigh. Hissing at the sudden pain, Maria gritted her teeth together and just bore it.

He bit her thighs, over and over again, as if trying to mark his territory. He stood up, peppering sweet kisses against her shoulder, and then her neck. ‘My, my— you are so delicious.’

Maria was lost in a world of pure bliss. The way he touched her, the way his cool lips danced across her now burning flesh— she felt like she was in heaven; or perhaps, hell.

‘How do you feel?’ August asked as his nose nuzzled comfortably behind her ear, in her braids.

‘Am I— am I dead?’ She whispered.

He chuckled darkly before grabbing her face once again as he leaned in for a kiss. ‘Not yet princess.’

Her now hooded, lust ridden eyes stared up at him as her lips parted gently, ready to embrace his frost bitten lips in a warm kiss. Once their lips met, it was as if she’d taken ecstasy. She never felt like this before on behalf of the lips of a man. Could it be the venom on this tongue?

The more her lips indulged on his taste, the more hooked she became. Plus, she kind of liked being able to taste herself on his tongue.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her with a twinkle in his eye. Hmm, he might need her after all. But he immediately pushed those thoughts to the side and walked over to a gravestone. August unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers.

Maria’s mouth fell open in shock and partly in fear when she saw that monster spring free from the prison of his pants. How was that thing going to fit inside of her?! She’s probably had sex only a handful of times in her life. It wasn’t at the top of her To-Do list either. So it was safe to say, she was scared.

‘Don’t be afraid princess. I promise I’ll be gentle,’ he gave her a devious smirk as he motioned his sharp claw towards himself. Her head fell forward, ashamed. Once in his grasp, he spun her around so her ass was facing him. August scooped her up effortlessly with a carnivorous grin on his face.

‘Whoa—‘ she gasped as she wrapped one arm around his neck for stability as he sat down on the destroyed grave.

August lowered her down on his dick. Thanks to the blood intake, he was standing at full attention and was ready to take advantage of this moment with her.

Maria hissed, digging her nails into his shoulder as the intrusive member basically split her in half. But the pain was blissful. He was filling her out the way she deserved, the way she needed.

‘Uhhh. Damn baby girl. You are so fucking tight.’ He lifted her thigh, hooking his arm beneath her knee and using his right knee to keep her leg up. He dug his sharp claws into her flesh. His other arm lay draped across her belly in a tight hold. This way, he was able to move her body up and down just the way he wanted.

The curvaceous woman threw her head back as he took full control of her body. And the way that he used her felt so good.

‘August! Please!’ she begged before she grit her teeth together, ‘Augh!! Fuck yes!’

‘That’s good baby? Damn, you take this dick so fucking well. Such a good girl for me!’ He let out an animalistic grunt, still bouncing her body but now adding in his own thrusts.

With the two frictions coming together to make one, Maria could feel her fragile human body begin to betray her. She breathed in short breaths, the cold air burning at her chest as she did so.

‘Ooh!’ With August’s fleeting movements, Maria thought she was seeing stars. The grip she had on the upright headstone was so tight, she split her nails.

August howled as his grip on her thigh grew a bit tighter. His nails finally pierced the skin and he drew a little bit of blood. But Maria was far too gone to even pay attention to the pain. August landed multiple slaps on her inner thigh as he reached between her thighs with his free hand and began to rub at her erected clit. He picked up his thrusts, ‘Fuuu—‘

Maria’s head fell forward, her mouth falling open in a big “O” as she watched his strong hand go to work on her clit. ‘Ohhh shit!’ Her bite ridden thighs began to shake as he handled her like a $2 whore.

‘Yeaaaah? You’re gonna cum aren’t you? I can feel it. I can feel you throbbing… that pretty pussy just begging for a release.’

‘Uh huuuuh!’ She whimpered out.

He thrusted harder, faster. Her cries grew louder as he abused her pussy with purpose. With the way she was wailing, someone would say this graveyard was haunted! ‘C’mon princess,’ he gritted his teeth, ‘Come on! Give it to me!’

Maria’s toes curled in her shoes as he plowed into her as if he were trying to explore new realms. She felt the numbness creep up her neck, and now she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This didn’t feel like a common orgasm. It felt euphoric but she felt as if he’d snatched her soul.

August let out a sinister laugh. ‘Oh you sweet thing. You don’t even know what to do with yourself!,’ he cooed teasingly before he grabbed her face. He opened his mouth to welcome her in another kiss. He allowed her tongue to slither between his teeth. And with just a gentle bite, he pierced the muscle.

She whined out in pain, squirming in his embrace as she bled into his mouth. Once he broke the kiss, she laid her head back lazily against him as he had his way with her. She’d lost a lot of blood now because of him. Her body felt completely numb and at this point, he was just using her like a doll. She couldn’t feel much anymore. All she could taste was iron, and hear his desperate grunts over the sounds of the night. Her eyes filled with tears as she knew what was to come of her.

‘Ugh. Fuck, you’d be the perfect mother for my children,’ he snarled out, his teeth clenched as he felt his member throb within her. ‘Sooo, fucking warm princess.’

Maria’s eyes grew wide as a tear slid down the side of her face. She couldn’t find the strength to speak! It was a miracle she was even alive! So she just laid limply on him.

His hand cupped at her bruised up thigh as he rammed his hips faster, coaxing and milking his own nut out of him, ‘Aaah. Fuuuck!’ His balls squeezed as he shoved his member deep inside of her, kissing at her warm cervix.

Used like a whore, Maria just laid there in his hold. Just waiting for her demise. She barely blinked as she felt it would be her last.

August let out a sigh before he laid her on top of the flat gravestone. He stood up, putting himself together. ‘Aww don’t play dead on me baby girl. You’ve proved to be a lot more useful than I thought.’ With the “warmth” of his embrace gone, she laid curled up on that cold stone shivering. She was mute.

‘You’re gonna be staying with me for awhile,’ he said before effortlessly scooping her up in his arms before he began to walk into the darkness of the night.

Her eyes were heavy… and she was growing cold by what had seemed to be the minute. ‘Sl—sleeep,’ she muttered out in pain.

Sleep my princess… for you will be my Queen once you’ve awakened.

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𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 , 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 , 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 , 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 & 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 , 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 , 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 , 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 , 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞 , 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞 (𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲)

Chapter 1: Her Majesty

Chapter 2: Friend, Mentor, Protector.

Chapter 3: Deadly Force

Chapter 4: Kaer Morhen

Chapter 5: The Formidable Opponent

Chapter 6: Stand & Deliver.

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So excited for the new chapters that are about to drop guys! Y’all are in for a treat 🥰💕

✨ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 May 16th, , 2023 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃! 18+ ✨

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 😌

𝐇𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬! 𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 13 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 . 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞‼️ 📣: 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭). 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 “𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤”📚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🔞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 18 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬. (𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐌 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭)

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒 (𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝒀 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹

𝐇 𝐎 𝐋 𝐌 𝐄 𝐒

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 , 5 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

𝑼𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔

When Love Finds a Way

Ζαγρευς/ 𝐙𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐬 - sneek peak 

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕-🔥𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕-😞 𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆-⚔️

𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧: 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 🔥🔥⚔️

𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 🔥🔥

Poison 😞⚔️

The Real Thing 🔥🔥 (spin off from Wet Dreams) coming soon!

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Aaron Taylor Johnson Face Claims (Alphabetical Order)

Juicy Fruit coming soon!