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shino-mina-324 · 4 months

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Don’t Leave Me Too

Pairing: platonic!yandere! Muichiro x mother figure! reader

GN!

Summary: You care for him like a son and treated like so, but he was darker than you thought her was. How far will you get before he finds you after escaping the estate?

Warning: blood, kidnapping, clingy Muichiro, trauma, abandonment issues, etc

A/N: Believe it or not but this is actually my first time writing yandere! I don't think its entirely good but I'm pretty proud of it for my first try. I hope you all like it, please give me your feedback!

You stumbled through the snow, shivering at the stinging cold. How long have you been trapped in there? You couldn’t tell. Your feet felt like they were going to freeze off, after all you were barefoot. You didn’t have time to go grab shoes when your escape was right there.

How did you even get into this situation? You squeezed your eyes shut at the memories.

You had met him during a mission. You were assigned to work with a hashira in this mission, apparently strong enough to need a hashira and one other but not enough to require two hashira. You were nervous, so nervous. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of a hashira! But then you saw him, a short boy with long hair. He looked no older than fourteen. It had always broke your heart how such young kids were becoming demon slayers and what they go through. But to see a fourteen year old having gone through that and train hard enough to become a hashira so quickly just made it worse.

You didn’t let that show though, either way he was still your superior. In the down moments when you weren’t actively working you'd talk to him in a kind motherly manner, not in a belittling way but in a sweet way. He would look at you with a tilted head and sometimes narrowed eyes, annoyed maybe, but wouldn’t say anything. But when working you would treat him like any other superior.

Then after the mission was over you decided to get some breakfast and invited him as well. He accepted but didn’t talk much. Then you went your separate ways. But then you got another mission with him, then another, and another. Every time you would treat him the same way. Once you even gave him a head pat, you didn’t do it on purpose. Your hand kinda moved before you could think about it.

“Don’t touch me.” He gave you the coldest glare you had ever felt. You felt immediate shame fill your body and soon excused yourself. You never tried that again after that. Always kept your distance too, in case of accidentally touching him while walking. He didn’t seem to notice, if anything he seemed more pleased.

Then he went on a mission somewhere else. Not unusual. But the next time you saw him he was… different. His eyes were more clear and when he saw you a smile immediately crossed his face and he ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, his face in your neck. You tensed at the contact, not used to it coming from him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I treated you like that.” He kept repeating, talking into your neck. Slowly, cautiously, you wrapped your arms around him loosely. But that’s all. He melted into it further though, like it meant the world to him.

After that you would see each other a lot more often. For some reason every mission you had was with him. He would also stay quite close to you as well. There was one time when you two were just sitting around a table he had grabbed your hand and put it on his head. You were confused but he looked at you expectantly but when you didn’t do anything he frowned and pushed it on to his head a bit harder. You realized, and although very confused, starting to pat his head. He seemed content but grabbed you hand when you tried to pull away.

It was sweet. The relationship the two of you had now, like mother and son. But then it took a turn. He would barely let you fight the demons you fought. Always jumping in and killing them before you. It was sweet at first but then got frustrating. Then after that he insisted on being next to you everywhere, even when not on missions. But compared to other things, those were more innocent.

He started trying to take up all your time, always wanting to be around you. He would also seem standoffish and be flat out rude to your other friends. Soon for some odd reason they started to distance themselves. But he was always there to cheer you up, you realized too late that he was the reason why they got distant.

Then for some odd reason you started getting missions less and less. This confused you but you didn't question it much. Then one day Muichiro invited you over to his estate. This wasn't an odd thing as he had done that numerous times before. But at the end of the night he insisted you stay the night and after a little fighting you agreed. That's where you went wrong. He didn't let you leave the next day or the next. You got frustrated and decided to just leave. If he caught you on the way out then so bad you'd just force your way out, no big deal. Yeah, you were wrong. He caught you on the way out, as if he were guarding the door. He refused to move and when you forced your way past him he let you. You made it a total of five steps out the door before you felt something hit the back of your neck and you passed out. All you heard were Muichiro's six words.

"I can't lose you too, mom."

You shook your head harshly pushing away the memories. You were so stupid. He may be a child but he was a damn Hashira! You should never have gotten close to him, never invited him to meals, never talked to him about anything not work related, you were so damn stupid! You shook your head at those thoughts. It was too late now, all you can do is keep running.

You kept running down the path then stopped. No this was too dangerous, what if he started walking down the same path and saw you? You made a sharp turn and ran into the forest. It was more dangerous and the roots, twigs, and rocks hurt your feet but it was safer in its own way. You kept running, ignoring the pain, ignoring the wind, ignoring the noises, ignoring your tired muscles that screamed at you to rest, ignored everything. Even ignored the trail of blood you left that was created by your bleeding cut up feet.

You then stopped and jumped behind a tree, crouching. You could've sworn you heard footsteps. You waited in tense silence for a few seconds, listening for the footsteps but when none passed you started to stand back up. You froze again though when you heard them again. Along with a sickeningly familiar voice.

"Mom? Where are you? Come on, I know you're hurt, just come out." You fell back against the tree and stuck a hand against your mouth to quiet any noises. You looked down at yourself, trying to figure out why he said you were hurt when you saw your bleeding feet. Shit. It's been leaving a trail right to you. You couldn't move. If you stood on your feet it'd just leave a trail, but if you tried to crawl away it'd make too much noise and you'd be more noticeable. You're stuck.

Tears filled your eyes at the realization, what were you going to do? You couldn't go back to that estate, playing house. Forced to be affectionate and treat him like your child. You started hyperventilating, having a panic attack.

"Why are you crying?" You gasped and scrambled back on instinct, trying to create distance between you and the boy and appeared right nest to you. His eyebrows furrowed and he easily pulled you back. He held your face tightly with both hands, refusing to let go no matter how much you pulled your head back, he just kept it in place. "Don't cry, mama." He spoke softly but you kept gasping for breath and trying to pull away. He frowned. "This might hurt, sorry." Then you blacked out.

When you came to you were laying on something soft with a heaviness on your side and chest. You blinked and realized you were lying back in your futon at the Tokito estate. You moved your head to the side and saw Muichiro laying next to you, closely tucked to your side with his arm and head resting on your chest. He was also staring right at you.

"Your awake!" He smiled brightly at you but you could only feel a deepening pit in your stomach coming from the smile that once brought you so much joy in seeing. "Your feet were bleeding so I bandaged them up. You shouldn’t run off like that mom! Not even half an hour and you already got hurt, they could’ve gotten infected.” Muichiro said but his smile then faded and a cold look crossed his face. “Now on that topic, why’d you run, ma?” You shook slightly at his icy look but his words filled you with disgust. A sudden flash of confidence filled you.

“You know exactly why I ran, Tokito.” I glared at him harshly and pushed myself away from him, trying to create some distance. But I then stopped when I felt a restriction on my foot. He tied my foot to the ground with a rope. “What the hell, Tokito!” I yelled at him again.

“Stop calling me that." My blood froze when I met his eyes, they were void of any emotion and it was terrifying. "I told you to call me Muichiro." He pulled me in closer. "And you're not leaving. I'm not losing you too." His face then softened and he climbed on top of me, hugging me tightly and nuzzled his face into my neck like a baby kitten nuzzles into its mother.

"Don't leave me too, mom."

#written: shino-mina-324 #fanfic #kny #demo slayer #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #platonic yandere #kny muichiro #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro tokito

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sparklingyandere · 10 months

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Cabin Anthology

Childe/GN! Reader

summary: a somewhat broken darling reflects on their captivity

word count: 2.5k

warnings: stockholm syndrome, violence, asphyxiation, childe is called ajax, manipulation, abuse, dissociation, codependence, anxiety and paranoia, neglect

Sometimes, Ajax went away for long periods of time.

He would leave the pantry barely stocked, forcing you to ration for yourself for archons-know how long, and he'd lock away all the matches and kindling so the cabin was always freezing.

In your first few weeks in your new home, he left only for hours or days at a time, returning with food or firewood, never warning you when he'd come back.

At first, you used that time to the fullest, scrambling through every inch of the little cabin he kept you in, searching for any secrets you could exploit.

You thought about escaping so often then, your every waking moment spent contemplating how you'd do it, convincing Ajax you could be left alone, and biding your time until the perfect opportunity.

Then, your opportunity came. Ajax, seemingly out of nowhere, gifted you a novel written in your home country, which he must have had imported just for you.

"Here, to keep you entertained while I'm gone," he said, the word ‘gone’ attracting your attention more than the gift itself, "I'm going on a… a trip. For a week." He was coy about this 'trip,' as if you were dumb. "Can I trust you here by yourself for that long, darling?" he asked, cupping your cheek tenderly, in stark contrast to his threatening words. His tone was playful, but you picked up on the ‘hidden’ warning. Regardless, you nodded your head eagerly, promising good behavior, ushering him out the door. A whole week! You could be halfway to Natlan by then.

The following attempt was such an explosive failure, you remember it like it was yesterday. Ajax unexpectedly came back from his trip several days early, swinging the wooden door wide open with a call of your name- only to see you knelt on the floor before him with a pin in hand- you had been caught red-handed picking the lock.

Time seemed to be still in that moment, you remember struggling to read Ajax's blank expression, his dead eyes seeming to look through you, not at you. Then, without warning, he grabbed you by the arm and flung you out the door into the Snezhnayan winter.

It was cold. You held your arms out to catch your fall and they were buried almost to the elbow in freezing snow. You turned back to look at Ajax, who was glaring at you from the doorframe.

"You want out there? Fine." He slammed the door shut and clicked the lock.

Shivering, you looked around and saw, for the first time, the outside of your cozy prison. It rested in a wide clearing surrounded by a dense pine forest that seemed to stretch forever. Over the trees, distantly, you saw mountains.

You tried to stand up on your wobbly, trembling knees, struggling to find balance in the thick snow. You quickly came to realize that you were severely underdressed for this cold, in only thin, loose fabric. No worries, you could still make this work. After all, you were outside, that was the hard part, really.

Luckily, you could see Ajax's trail of smushed snow and walk through his bootprints. Every barefooted step towards the treeline was pure torture, but hopefully you could follow the trail to wherever Ajax was coming from.

The frosty air seemed to seep quickly through your flesh and into your bones. You could barely feel your feet, extremities already becoming numb and legs getting stiff, but you forced yourself to keep going. You had to try.

You looked back towards the cabin; smoke was now pouring from the chimney. You thought about the warm fire Ajax must have lit, you longingly pictured the thick fur coat he had been wearing when he opened the door, and you felt…

Hopeless. You were never getting out of here.

You took a few more wobbly steps, so close to the treeline. Maybe I can use sticks to make a fire, you thought, the snow is thinner under the trees, surely it will be smooth sailing from there. You managed another step before your knees gave out and you felt the cold hug of the snow. Snowflakes melted instantly against your warmer skin, leaving you freezing and wet.

You close your eyes. At least you tried.

Some time (minutes, hours?) later, you felt your cold body being lifted from the snow and wrapped in something soft and warm. Instantly, you cuddled into it, coherent thoughts slowly returning to your mind. You're so relieved that you're alive, you forget where you are, you don't even bother to open your eyes and simply snuggle closer into the warmth.

You yelp in surprise when you're suddenly dropped onto the hard, dry floor.

Ajax kneels over you, his usually sharp features downturned with concern.

You stared at him blankly for a moment, your still-foggy brain swirling with conflicting emotions. You struggled over whether to be angry or thankful, but in the end, the only thing that mattered to you in that moment was that you were so cold, and Ajax was so warm.

You crawl forward into his arms, which wrap around you perfectly, like two thick, heavy blankets. He hugs you tightly, a warm hand gently combing through your hair. “‘m sorry,” you whimper, bluish lips barely able to form the words you want to say.

"What did we learn?" He asked gently, his voice was barely a whisper, but his hot breath against your neck felt like a kiss.

You didn't try to escape again after that.

Ajax's love was like quicksand. It sucked you in and suffocated you, much like the man himself. When he wasn't out for 'business' (he always tiptoed around the subject, like you didn't know who he was) he was attached to you at the hip.

Tonight was one such night. A blizzard raged outside, making it impossible to see out the frosty windows. The cabin was dark, and you sighed through chattering teeth, these stormy nights were among the creepiest, the gravity of your situation being significantly more difficult to ignore. Ajax had his arm slung over your shoulder, a thick quilt- sewn by his mother as a housewarming gift- settled around both your shoulders. You could barely make out the curves of his face in the dim lighting, but you didn't need to see him to feel his gaze.

He lifted a nimble hand to stroke your face. His calloused hand was cold too, freezing and rough, and you flinched away, shivering. Despite that, he smiled. "Is my bunny cold?" he teased.

"No," you whined, unconvincing, curling the blanket ever tighter around yourself as Ajax pulled away from you, taking his body heat with him. He strode over to the stone fireplace along the far wall of your small living den, and you watched him kneel before it, lamenting the Ajax-shaped emptiness in the seat next to you.

You intently watched Ajax strike a match, a small, orange light illuminating his face. The dark shadows contrasting the warm glow made his face look strangely creepy, but also accentuated his sharp, strangely handsome features. You couldn't help but smile weakly as he kindled the little match into a flame. Ajax always kept you warm, you couldn't survive a place like this without him. you wouldn't be in a place like this without him, part of you thinks, a small, quiet part that gets quieter every day. You smother the thought.

The fire steadily grew, warmer and brighter, and Ajax turned to you, smiling expectantly. You snapped out of your thoughts and sit up straight. "Thank you, Ajax," you mutter, obediently.

He opens a storage chest by the fireplace and pulls out a hardcover book and some pillows. "Won't you come sit with me?" he orders, and you crawl off the sofa, pulling the blanket alongside you, to sit on the wooden floor next to Ajax. The warm light of the fireplace allows you to see his book in more detail. Snezhnayan Fairy Tales, it looks old: faded, greyish-brown covers and a fancy title typed in an outdated font. It's edges were slightly frayed, worn down from being held by so many hands.

Ajax settles a pillow between his legs and invites you to lay in his lap. You do so, letting the heat from the fire combined with his warmth sink deeply into you, making you sleepy. Ajax cracks open his dusty book- literally, it makes a crack sound as it opens, possibly for the first time in years- flips the pages to a random story and starts reading to you in a gentle, coddling voice.

Naively, you think to yourself that this perfect evening could only be better with a warm cup of cocoa, as if this was normal, cute even, like you were lovers on a couples retreat. You don't have much time to ponder before Ajax's voice lulls you soundly to sleep.

Ajax was haunted by a hunger you could never sate; his dull, deep-blue eyes glazing over with a need you didn't understand. He would suddenly vanish, unannounced, in the middle of the day, often leaving you wondering how long you'd be forced to fend for yourself in your freezing hellscape.

Hours later, he'd stumble through the main door, cheerful like nothing had happened, the light having returned to his eyes, making him look almost sane. Usually, you were so happy he hadn't left you for dead, you could ignore the mysterious stains on his clothes- they were probably there before- and the faint, rusty odor he carried.

(If you dared ask where he went, he'd dance around the topic, merely chastising you for poking your nose where it ‘doesn't belong,’ changing the topic to something he deemed appropriate for you. The double life he had, for some reason, he was desperate to keep it secret from you, like he thought you couldn't handle it.)

You recall one dark day in particular, in which you had awoken from a peaceful slumber to a completely empty house…

Ajax rarely let you wake up alone, so you were instantly on edge. Tentatively, you explored each room, one by one, calling out Ajax's name. Each second you couldn't find him, your yelling became increasingly panicked, breathing becoming more and more erratic. So what if he isn't home, you tried to console yourself, to no avail, he leaves all the time… except, since the incident, he never left without saying goodbye.

Where had he gone? What if he was finally bored of you- you had been settling a bit too much into routine lately- and he abandoned you here to freeze to death?

You paced back and forth through the house for what felt like hours, mind racing with worst-case scenarios. In truth, you had no idea what time it was, but when the faint glow through the windows transitioned from yellow to orange to silver, you officially feared the worst.

Unable to control your anxiety, you sank to your knees and let out a desperate scream. It was over, Ajax was gone and you'd either freeze or starve-

The door creaked open, Ajax's concerned, but chipper voice echoing in your ears, “Bunny? You okay? I heard-”

You jerk your head up, teary eyes making contact with Ajax's beautiful face as he finally walks in, and you start sobbing with relief. You leap to your feet and throw yourself onto him. Seeing your sorry state, Ajax chuckles and wraps his arms around you, “Aww, I missed you too, cutie” He teases, and even through your hysterics, you find the energy to be angry.

“You left! How could you laugh at me-?” You hiccup through your sobs, only tickling Ajax more. You beat your fists against his chest angrily, to no effect. “I was so…” you trail off with a sniffle.

Ajax manages to quiet his blatant snickering long enough to cajole you, taking your swinging fists in his hands to still them. “It's okay, Bunny, I'm here now… I would never leave you, silly.” His condescending tone is not lost on you, but you are too exhausted from bawling to care, finally giving into him. Just as you always do. One of his hands presses against the back of your head, holding you against his chest and gently stroking your scalp. The soothing gesture makes you just sleepy enough that when he scoops his free arm under your knees, you don't resist.

You and Ajax both worked quite hard to maintain the flimsy illusion that this relationship was any kind of happy, any semblance of normal. Your sanity depended on it, but even so, the facade sometimes slipped.

The murky, cold dishwater swallows your hands up to your wrists. You mindlessly scrub porcelain, staring at the reflective metal basin. Your reflection is warped by the water, you barely recognize yourself. Not that you could anyways.

You look back at your failed attempts to resist or reason with him and cringe. Each night spent locked in the cellar, until your fists ached from banging the door and your voice was raw from crying out to him, still haunted you.

That cellar- he must have had it built just to torture you- it had never been used for anything else. It was a wide, empty room with four concrete walls and a filthy dirt floor. Once, you stupidly tried to exploit your cellar time by digging a hole in the corner, trying to burrow out like some…

Like some kind of bunny.

Of course, you got caught, when Ajax came down the creaky steps to fetch you (maybe he found your lack of wailing suspicious) with a storm lantern in hand. By the light of the lantern, your little crater, only a few inches deep, was all-too visible. He was so angry, he…

…You put your hands over his, not prying them away, just holding tightly onto him. Though you are pleading with your eyes for him to let you go, secretly, deep down, you hope that he won't, because the warmth of his hands and the burning in your lungs makes you feel alive. It makes adrenaline course through your nerves in a terrible, exciting way that you learned to love, because if you didn't, you wouldn't survive…

You shudder at the memory. Best not to think about it.

A warm hand resting itself on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts. You jump away from the touch, skittish, and Ajax laughs. Over the years, you had come to hate that melodic sound, as it always seemed to be at your expense.

You pull your hands from the water to see that they were pruned and wrinkly. How long have you been standing here?

“S-sorry, Ajax, I don't know what's gotten into me…” you mutter, still coming to terms with the reality you were in.

His hand on your shoulder trailed down your arm, eventually clasping your still-wet hand. “That's okay, Bunny, you'll make it up to me,” he remarks playfully. Before you can ask how, he starts pulling you with him down the hall.

In the end, though, you know it doesn't matter. You'd do anything to keep him happy, and not just because your life might depend on it. You were hesitant to admit it to yourself, and certainly never to him, but you knew why.

Sometimes, you think he knew it, too.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere genshin #yandere #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere childe x reader #gender neutral reader #my first time writing for childe! yay!#tag readers and childe fans: do you prefer to see him called childe #or ajax or something else #and on that note what name do you prefer for the reader?#i usually prefer to just avoid calling them anything but a nickname felt right here #thank you for reading <3

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httpscomexe · 20 days

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Ensnared 5

Summary: Your leg is fucked, but so are you. (This is probably the last chapter, might pick it back up, idk)

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Yandere!Logan Howlett x PlusSize!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past injury with some description, anxiety and stress, mentions of medicine, aggressive dog, manipulation, some yandere aspects, violence, knives, attempted knife play, blood, pv, (Individual warnings per chapter) (Logan is an official warning as approved by the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) because Logan is a DRUG. PLEASE BE AWARE that this will be a NON-CON fic. Do NOT get attached if you do not like non-consensual fiction. I will not change my fic plans because somebody decided not to read the warnings. Thank you)

Tags: @sammyluvsfics

Word Count: 2838 (Find all chapters here)

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Your leg was healing well, considering the crushed bones, enormous scars, and bloody bandages that had to be replaced at least once a day.

It hurt like fucking shit.

You were constantly stressed. The pain in your leg was unbearable when you weren’t either taking pain medications or in a deep sleep after taking sleeping medicine. Then there was also Logan. He was sweet to you, so you didn’t understand why your body rejected him so much. You suppose it was because you naturally couldn’t be attracted to the man that kidnapped you, murdered someone you knew, and then acted like everything was okay.

The bear trap was your fault, you should’ve stopped when he said it was unsafe.

Spilled hot coffee on yourself? You weren’t paying attention.

It was also your fault that the mailman died. Even though it was his three claws that stabbed into the man's throat. But you shouldn’t have whispered ‘help.’

Everything bad that happened, it all led back to you.

And no, there weren’t any twisted mind tricks, or shit manipulation tricks that were making you believe it was truly your fault. It was just literally your fault.

Everything that happened that was bad could’ve been stopped if you were just more careful, but it was hard to be careful when you were walking on eggshells in front of this man. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but even if he did, say… backhand you, it would be your fault for provoking him. And that wasn’t easy.

A bark comes from beside you on the couch. The pitch black german shephard was staring at your sandwich, that was the only time Logan ever defended you, because the dog was trained to watch you, and bite you if you’re being an ass.

“Shut up dog.” He didn’t even bother giving the dog a name. He’s settled for calling him ‘dog.’ But the boy still listens, stepping off the couch and moving to lie down in his dog bed upon hearing Logan's angered voice. “You need to teach that dog to respect you.”

“You’re the one that trained him to kill me.”

“No, I trained him to keep you inside and hurt you only if you managed to get out.” He explained for the 5th time this week, you could tell he was starting to get annoyed.

“Well he bit me the other day…”

“Because you raised your voice at me.”

“You were being mean!” Your voice squeaks, and you turn around to face him in the kitchen. He was wearing his white beater and thick jeans, the teddy bear socks you ordered for him were on his feet, keeping him warm.

Was it wrong to admit you still loved and cared for him?

Probably.

But you did. When you had felt his feet on your thighs a few weeks ago because he was using you as a footrest as you two watched Bambi, his feet were absolutely freezing. “Holy shit dude, did you just come inside after walking in the snow barefoot?” You had pushed his feet off your lap, and he eventually let you search online for some socks. It took some convincing, but he eventually ordered the fluffy teddy bear socks. And now he wouldn’t stop wearing them.

You were just happy he was warm.

“Whatever.” You mumble after he doesn’t answer you, but he walks over to sit next to you on the couch. You still had a pillow placed on your lap which you’ve been cuddling all day and night, the word ‘home’ written on it in bold brown letters, making it pretty homey honestly.

“Whatever?” He groans as he sits down.

“What’re you groaning about old man?” You lean forward slightly, and he chuckles, your powers picking up the vibration in his chest which makes you feel fuzzy.

He was so sweet to you when he was in a good mood.

“Come here puppy.” He pats his lap, and you quickly move forward, tossing your pillow to the side to cuddle into him like an actual dog.

The way he wants you to.

You were the puppy, and he was the owner. He told you, followed by your smart ass biting him at every chance you got. He was honestly lucky you still had enough decency to not shit and piss on the floor out of spite.

But for some reason, you grew on him.

“Good girl…” He whispers, holding you close against his chest, not tight, as he wanted you to be comfortable.

He was always warm, especially his feet. It always brought a sense of happiness and comfort to you, even after you two fought.

You look down at the dog, he’s resting already, snores coming from his nose. But you know he’s still watching your every move somehow.

“Are you okay?” You nod, leaning further against him, seeking the most warmth you could as his hand moves under your shirt to start rubbing circles on your back, something he’s learned that you love, considering it makes your face redden.

“I have a question…” You mumble against his chest, part of you hoping he didn’t hear you.

“What’s the question?” You’re quiet for a moment, debating how to ask it.

“Promise you won’t get mad at me?”

“If you think I’m going to be mad, then I’m probably gonna be mad. Ask it.”

“What do you plan on doing with me…?” Your voice shakes slightly, and you begin to pick at your skin nervously when he doesn’t answer. Gently, he sits you up, making it so you look into his eyes. Your faces are just inches apart.

“Are you scared?” He asks, his voice quiet like he’s speaking to a horrified child.

You nod.

You hated to admit it. But you were scared.

He scoffs, shaking his head slightly at your movement. “Why would you be scared of me?” He grins, his hands cupping your cheeks, making you look even chubbier. “I love you, my angel… I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you…” He finishes his sentence with a kiss. His lips feel like poison against yours. “I love you.” He says again, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say it back. Say you love me.” He demands, grip tightening.

“I love you too… Logan.” You say his name with venom laced around every word like a snake choking their next meal. Then you had an idea. “Can I please get some water?” A smirk grows on your face, and you rock your hips slightly against him, biting your bottom lip. You’ve never been a seductress, but the growing tent in his pants tells you you’re doing good.

“Of course baby, go ahead.” He lets go of you, and you slowly stand, making sure to make nice sways of your hips as you move into the kitchen, reaching up and grabbing a glass, which you fill with water from the sink.

Your plan was simple. Though you weren’t too sure how it would play out.

You hear light feet behind you, the dog was going to sleep for the night. That makes you worry less. Looking in the reflection of the microwave, you could see Logan was looking away, so you quickly reach over, stealing a knife out of the knife block, shoving the blade into the back of your panties, making sure not to cut yourself, leaving the handle sticking out.

You take a deep breath, and begin to walk back over to Logan who was now facing the TV, both of his arms draped over the back of the couch. His eyes find you, smiling above your glass of water as you take a sip, your devilish eyes on him.

“That’s a different look.” He sits up slightly, but you keep him down by straddling his lap. “Am I finally winning-?” Your lips attach to his, the glass still in your right hand while your left hand gently grabs his jaw.

“You want me Logan?” You whisper, the sound making his hips jerk up against you, and his hands move to your hips. You had to move before he found the knife. His lips quirk into a smile, then he suddenly flips you over onto your back, the blade of the knife cutting your skin slightly, causing your hips to jerk upwards against him, a moan coming from his lips as they attach to the skin of your neck, his body still grinding against yours.

You try to reach behind your back, but it’s almost impossible to lift your body with his fucking boulder of a body lying on top of you.

“Are you lying on something?” His fists move to the sides of your head, then he leans on his forearms, giving you enough room to lift your back up, reach behind your back…

“Logan…” You whisper his name, the smile on your lips gone.

“Yes love?” He sounded so innocent.

“I fucking hate you.” You chuckle a little, then in the blink of an eye, the silver of the kitchen knife disappears in the side of his neck, a gurgle coming from his throat as he looks down at you in confusion, his face reddening and his mouth hanging open slightly before he collapses on top of you. SHIT. He was fucking heavy. It was like an elephant decided to take a nap on your chest. “Shit, get off!” You shout, struggling to move him, having to use your entire body as you manage to slip out from under him, making him fall onto the floor with a loud thump, the knife still sticking out of his throat as you quickly run into his room, grabbing a jacket and his truck keys before darting back out.

And your stomach turns.

He’s standing there. Perfectly fine.

He stands in front of your exit, his fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife, and he yanks the blade out, blood only gushing from his neck for a moment before you watch as the wound closes in just a few seconds. It takes a moment to realise he’s looking at you now, his key ring around your pinky finger as you stare at him in fear.

“No… Logan- Just hear me out-” You stutter as he approaches you, picking up the knife he threw to the floor as his walking becomes faster, backing you against a wall.

“What the fuck was-”

“I’m into knife play…” You spit it out as if it was a true confession. No, you weren’t into it. Or at least you’ve never tried it.

“You’re into knife play?” You nod your head. “Yea I knew that wouldn’t kill you.”

He stares at you for a long moment before speaking again.

“Well that’s good to know. Get in the bed.” He demands, taking a step back so you could manoeuvre into the bedroom. “Come on, clothes off.”

“Logan-”

“Clothes. Off.” He repeats, pointing towards the bed with the kitchen knife, and you finally listen. You watch from the bed as he lodges the knife between the crack of the door and the wall, pulling the door slightly to see if it could budge, and it doesn’t. “Knife play, huh?” He checks, moving to the bed and pulling your legs closer until they are hanging over the bed, and he settles himself between them. “Sounds fun.” He tells you, then suddenly reaches into the bedside draw, pulling out a pocket knife, flipping it to reveal a sharp blade. “Let me just make sure it’s sharp enough.” He grunts, lifting your arm, drawing the edge of the blade just barely over your forearm, and it easily leaves a paper like cut, making you wince. “Perfect.” He grabs the back of your thighs, and throws you further onto the bed, quickly crawling between your legs, the knife positioned on your stomach, keeping you still.

“Logan-”

“Shut up you fucking liar.” He growls, pushing his lips onto yours as he uses the knife to pull your panties aside, flipping the tool to rub your clit with the handle.

“Shit-”

“No, I said shut the fuck up.” He stops, and his eyes stare into yours.

Now you have a decision.

Let the asshole hurt you, and possibly walk away without getting fucked.

Or give into your desires.

The option wasn’t hard to decide.

“Sorry… daddy…” You moan, rocking your hips slightly, searching for some friction.

If you were going to be stuck here, you might as well enjoy it. But you weren’t too sure he would ever get over the knife kink after he was done with you.

“Daddy, hm?” He smirks, and you feel his body because less tense, less angry as he lies on top of you. “Stay still angel.” He tells you, putting the knife to the side for a moment as he pulls his shirt over his head, and your eyes stare at his body. It was like looking into a bag of freshly baked Hawaiian rolls. You might’ve made it a joke about wanting to bite him before. Being his ‘puppy,’ but now you really wanted to bite him. To taste him between your teeth.

Savour him.

“Mm… Please Logan…” You moan his name. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but now you wouldn’t be able to resist him. You need him.

“Begging too, I like it…” He reaches down, unbuttoning his jeans and removing his belt, tossing the belt to the side before tugging down his jeans slightly, and pulling out his cock, red and angry, already leaking precum. You wanted to just wrap your lips around him, feel him and taste him in your mouth, take him deep down in your throat. “Should see the ways your eyes are growing… Now you definitely look like a fucking puppy.” His lips attach to your throat, biting the lobe of your ear and tugging slightly as his hand rests on your waist, his other arm on the bed, being careful not to crush you this time.

His hand moves, lifting your waist slightly, and you take the hint. Wrapping your legs around his waist and he hooks his finger in the lace of your panties, pulling and breaking it easily before ripping them off completely and throwing them aside.

He pushes into you without any warning, not wanting to waste another second as his lips never leave your skin. You were slightly jealous, but you couldn’t even voice it, the only sounds that came from your throat were the pleasured moans drawn out by the thrusting of Logan's cock into your cunt, giving you to time to adjust as he ruts into you like a starved dog and you’re in heat. You loved it. It felt amazing. You’ve let plenty of larger men fuck you, but barely even thirty seconds into allowing Logan to fuck you, you already felt brainless. Jumbled words of desire, a few ‘daddy’ies and a couple ‘feels so good,’s all leaving your lips as he slams his hips against yours, his hands eventually gripping your thighs and spreading you further as he moves your legs to rest on his shoulders, you barely even notice the movements. Then he forces himself into you harder, his cock lathering your walls with your juices as he makes you cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let him use you like a doll.

A few minutes pass, and you weren’t sure when, you weren’t sure how, but you at some point move to sit on top of him, riding him like you had the energy of a twelve year old boy seeing the lego store in a mall,bouncing and rocking your hips like your job was just to fuck Logan, and his hips also rock against yours, his entire dick balls deep inside of you as you both lather what most would consider the most disgusting kisses all over eachother lips, spit and some tears from your own eyes covering eachothers lips as you both slobbily kiss eachother, his own lips eventually finding one of your nipples as he licks and bites it, your hands moving to his shoulders to keep yourself steady before his body suddenly shifts again, now you’re against the headboard, and he’s rutting into you again, the bed shaking viciously while his mouth smothers yours, and your mouth smother his.

Then his constant thrusting seems to get faster, and you feel your stomach tighten. You’re both close, and he doesn’t let up.

“Where, puppy… Tell me where…” He says with emotion laced in his face. You knew where he wanted you.

“Inside… Please Logan, inside…” He moans, his body rippling slightly and you feel his warmth seep through you, covering your walls in white. He thrusts a few more times before pressing another kiss to your mouth, more of a peck, then he rests his forehead on yours. “Does this mean you’re done with your stupid attitude?” He asks, you shake your head.

“You’ve gotta try harder than that…”

#marvel #marvel smut #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #x reader #smut #wolverine #logan howlett #logan x reader #wolverine x reader #ensnared

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crystalitecloudie · 1 year

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It's 4 am and I know I should be asleep... BUT I HAD A SAHSRAU IDEA (specifically cult!au with creators and stuff) AND I CAN'T IGNORE IT

This is gender neutral btw

EDIT: here is the link to part 2

Imagine...

You first descend into this world as the player, simply falling asleep in our world, and waking up in theirs. You wake up in Jarilo-VI, specifically in the bountiful snowy landscapes outside Belobog. However, at first, you believe it to be simply a vivid dream.

This is because when you touch the snow, it feels lukewarm to you. In fact, you are simply in flowy clothes (dress, shirt and pants, doesn't matter). You're dressed for a breezy summer picnic, not the harsh, unsurvivable winters of the Eternal Freeze.

But that does not stop barefoot you. You simply do not feel the cold, and it does not affect your body in turn.

The fragmentum monsters also pay no mind to you. They do not actively try to befriend you, but extended periods of time around them does not corrupt your mind like a mere mortal's would. You simply co-exist together with them.

However, after months of living in the Eternal Freeze, you have come to realize this is not a dream. You have yet to realize you are in the world of Honkai Star Rail, and are simply living a peaceful and voidous life.

That is... until Sampo finds you. He asks you to hide him, and when guards approach you, you have been so detached from human civilization that you are barely able to make conversation. You think in full, clear sentences, but your words stumble out like that of a child learning to walk and talk. They are accusing you of helping a criminal, along with three others that you know to be Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng. However, you certainly don't let on any clue that you know these people.

You're smarter than that.

And with your babbling like a child, Gepard and the other guards quickly assume that your mind, likewise, is also dumb and toddler-like. Innocent and naive. And as you are led into the city of Belobog's overworld, you realize that you are okay with this. You are a pretty, innocent babbling face, and appearing so allowed you to get away with quite a few things.

For example, when the trio of friends was chased into the underworld, you were not faced with similar charges. Instead, Cocolia forced you into a room in her palace, saying something about how the creator deserved the utmost respect.

You didn't really understand why you were being locked in a room and not allowed to leave, but if it meant free food and all the toys in the world, you could not care less. Humans were interesting creatures anyhow.

Even when you came to understand that this was not a simple Isekai, you simply wondered how the Supreme Guardian knew of your divine heritage. You had planned to keep it hidden for much, much longer... but alas.

I would write more but just seriously need to go to bed istg

Just credit me if you use this concept I guess idk I'm tired

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rainbows-r-nice05 · 10 months

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Frozen Camera

I watched Rise of the Guardians and fell in love with Jack Frost because he is my baby. Anyway here is something I just whipped up and I know it's bad but I needed to so it to ease my mind.

I hate studying, I really do. My mind tries to focus but it drifts into dreamland. Dreaming of the impossible. Fighting dragons, ruling a kingdom….....finding true love. But enough about that. To relax a little, I decided to go read a book outside. Since it was Christmas time, I picked up the story about all the different kinds of Christmas characters. It was night time so I made sure to bring some blankets out. As I stepped outside on my back porch, coldness engulfed me. My porch was spacious with lawn chairs and a brick pillar on the side that leads into the grass. Oh, how beautiful it was. Christmas lights dance around my neighbors backyards across the lake connecting them. Lights from blue and white to red and green. The fountain was still going as the wind danced through it. I sat down in order to enjoy reading a bit into my novel. This section was about the famous Jack Frost to whom I believed in when I was a little kid. But not anymore since I am a junior in high school. About 10 mins into my book, I absentmindedly start singing a famous Christmas Carol.

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

I heard distant barking of dogs nearby which was normal. And the rustle of plants that were caused by the wind.

To save us all from Satan's pow'r

When we were gone astray

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joyI

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

All of a sudden, my ears perk up at this crinkle or a sound of frost covering something. Like a tingling sound of some sort. I looked around and saw one of my security cameras had frost covering the lens.

“That's weird,” I muttered to myself as I stood up, set my book down and walked toward the camera. Over the lens it looked blueish with little snowflakes covering it. My curiosity got the best of me so I decided to go inside and get a ladder. (The camera was on the ceiling). I got the ladder from the garage and walked back outside. I opened it and climbed all the way to the top. I looked closely at the camera and scratched the frost off of it. Somehow, the frost just would not come off.

“OH GOS-,” suddenly I lost my balance and was headed toward the ground.

“Gotcha,” I was caught by someone who was levitating off of the ground and wrapped my arms around this persons neck. It seemed to be a boy around my age who had piercing blue eyes and platinum blond hair. His skin was pale white and freezing for that matter. His dazzling white teeth showed as he smiled lovingly at me. My goodness was he handsome.

“Woah…” I was too starstruck to even comprehend what was happening.

“Lost your balance, there sweetheart,” the mysterious man said.

“You-your-you…”

“Jack Frost is the name,” he said as he lowered me to the ground.

“Oh my goodness.. It's really you,”

“Of course it's me, alive and in person.” His smile…. Is so…..loving. I finally got a good look at him and he was wearing a blue hoodie with some light brown pants. He was indeed barefoot as he was Jack Frost.

Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH The Jack Frost in front of ME!!!

“And what might your name be pretty girl,”

Pretty girl…. I flushed deeply at that. I smiled sheepishly as I introduced myself.

“(Y/N) (L/N) at your service,” as I extended my hand out for him to shake.

He shook it softly and his hands were beyond freezing.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” I was so puzzled as to why he was here. It was December right, but it does not even snow over here.

“Oh.. Well…” he walked around with his staff tapping the bird bath with it and it froze solid.

“I got quite bored while I was patrolling so I decided to fly across a random area where I found a beautiful singing voice in this very backyard.”

As if I could ever be more redder, my face would be a tomato.

“What were you doing out here,” he said as he pointed his staff at me.

I gently pushed his staff out of my face and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, It is my backyard” I started to walk around him.

“But if you want to know, I was reading a book.”

“Oh… interesting”

“Y’know, you have a very nice backyard,” he stated as he walked around and faced the lake.

“And a very nice show you get to watch.”

I giggled lightly at that.

“Oh yes, Christmas is the best time of the year when I get to sit outside in the cold and light a fire. I see all the Christmas lights in their glory.” I smiled at last night's occurrence which was just like how I described.

“Well, isn’t that nice,” he said as he gazed at me.

All of a sudden I hear this ringing noise that sounds jolly. Jack takes a small device out of his hand and looks very disappointed. He verbally groans.

“Wish I could stay, but Santa needs me.”

“You mean North,” I say out of the blue

“Wait how do you-”

“Jack,” I giggle a little,

“Might want to go see him” I say as I step in front of him pointing at the device smiling.

He smiles as he is about to fly away.

“Wait!” I put a hand up signaling him to not go yet.

“Will I ever see you again?”

“I’ll make sure I will see you again, snowflake.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses it with his cold yet soft lips.

I smile and yet again, I flush at the nickname.

He then flies away and I am left alone outside. I walk back to the camera and see that the frost has disappeared. I smile as I walk back inside. I gaze back out across the lake where I think of the many events that Jack Frost will show me.

thinking on a part two maybe or a milti series thing idk yet lol

I have to get back to studying though

#jack frost x reader #rise of the guardians #jack frost is my baby #jack frost imagine

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changingplumbob · 2 months

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Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 8

Samir is a veteran level werewolf! But it doesn't come without drawbacks.

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Carrying on from last chapter, Samir has a voice in his head now that he's a werewolf. When it "speaks" to him, it will be in italics. When he answers back, just in his head, it will be bold.

Samir cleans up his excessive territory marking and then sets about scrubbing the shower where he spooks Reece who walks in to use the toilet still half asleep.

Reece: What are you doing in there

Samir: Cleaning it

Reece: But I clean stuff for you

Samir: Yeah well you have study. Don’t worry, I can punish you for not doing it anyway if you want

Reece: *smiles* yeah. Are you okay? Was the full moon tough?

Samir: *doesn’t answer*

Reece: Hey, lover, don’t do that. You know you can ignore everyone else but you talk to me, please

Samir: I’ve been having some trouble with the voice in my head again. I thought it’d shut up as I grew my skills but it’s almost… getting louder

Reece: Lover… I know you don’t like talking to people

Samir: I don’t

Reece: But I think this is something you need to talk to the other werewolves about

Samir: But I only like talking to you

Reece: Flattering, but I can’t help you with stuff I don’t know about. Kristopher has clearly been alive for decades if not centuries. He’ll have some idea what to do

They head out of the bathroom and Reece puts his arms around Samir, nuzzling into his neck.

Reece: Promise me you’ll talk to them *kisses* please *nips* please *kisses* please

Samir: *chuckling* Okay, okay, you win. I’ll do it for you

Reece: Good. I missed you in bed last night

Samir: Well we can’t get up to any fun now. You’ve just said I have to go talk to people

Reece: *pouts* I didn’t mean this second

Samir: Okay *kisses* I’ll have breakfast before I go

Reece: *sighs* You’re such a tease

Samir: And you’re needy

Reece: But you wouldn’t have me any other way

Samir: That is true. Ah, this steak looks good

Reece: I was thinking, if you get werebies from a bite then maybe it’s an infection

Samir: You’ve lost me

Reece: You got bit right. Then you got werebies. Then you became a werewolf. So maybe the voice in your head is an infection

What a jerk, how rude.

Samir: *chuckles* It doesn’t like that idea but it makes sense to me

Now you’re both uninvited to my birthday party.

Reece: Because like- hear me out

Samir: When do I not hear you out

If anything you listen to him too much. No one asked you.

Reece: Most infections are dealt with by antibodies but the werebies stayed in your system right? Because you’re a werewolf

Do you follow half the nonsense he comes out with. Shut up, he’s a genius.

Reece: So maybe as you develop your werewolf abilities the werebies is getting stronger. If it is, and the voice was a symptom, it would make sense that it’s only getting louder

Samir: That makes sense. I’ll ask them about it

Samir heads out and is happy to find it still snowing. He used to not like the snow. It was cold and wet and ruined his hair. But now his temperature ran hot. The chill of the snow was soothing if anything, and he had time to admire how beautiful the outdoors looked under a blanket of white. Inside Reece practiced some yoga before class. He wanted to do it outside but Samir told him he wasn’t to even think about being barefoot outside in this weather.

Sniffing the air reveals the strongest scent of Wolfgang and Kristopher seem to be coming from a large decorated tree. Approaching it Samir find the werewolf he’s looking for underneath.

Samir: Hi

Wolfgang: Oh hey there Samir! Nice to see you

Samir: Hmm

Wolfgang: Is there anything I can help you with today? I’ve not been up long enough to grill anything but I’m always good for a chat

Samir: I … hmm… help?

Wolfgang: Depends what you need help with

Samir: *sighs* a voice?

Wolfgang: The voice in your head? Oh yeah, we all get that after turning

Samir: We... all have it?

Wolfgang: Oh you bet! Mine was a hassle for the longest time before I found this place

Samir: Can we get rid of it

Wolfgang: Oh heavens no! Not without giving up being a werewolf. I may not know much about it, you’re better off talking to Kristopher, but I do know that

Samir sighs and feels downcast.

Cheer up chum, we’re besties. Shut up already.

Wolfgang: Is there anything else I can help with

Samir: Yeah. Fated mates

Wolfgang: *chuckles awkwardly* Kristopher doesn’t like me speculating-

Samir: Tell me

Wolfgang: I suppose I could… basics… can’t kick me out for that

Samir: Please

Shouldn't have said please, should have ripped his throat out. He can't talk without his throat now can he. Shut up, you're letting boy toy's logic rub off on you.

Wolfgang: Through the centuries our kind has found the ability to connect on… a deeper level. Humans talk of soul mates and that’s close… But fated mates are wolves that are destined to be together

Samir: Like... love?

Wolfgang: Precisely. They form an unbreakable pairing

Samir: Why wouldn’t Kristopher-

Wolfgang: *sighs* Ignorance. Sometimes age brings wisdom but it can also bring narrow mindedness. A unflinching belief in what is or is not possible. The fated mates bond has only ever been established between werewolves. I proposed that it could exist between werewolf and human

Samir: Why

Wolfgang: I’ve met many fated mates, I know what the bond is like. Anyway Kristopher disagrees with my theory. I’ve tried the black swan argument on him-

Samir: The what?

Wolfgang: Well... swans were always white, the idea of them being any other colour was absurd. However, when Europeans reached Australia they discovered swans with black feathers. In a nutshell, just because something has never happened before does not mean that it will not happen in the future. Oh, there’s Kristopher. You better talk to him

Wolfgang wanders off quickly and Samir’s head is spinning as he heads towards Kristopher.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #active simblr #ts4 #R0908 #ReeceFoster #SamirHadji

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charliedawn · 6 months

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The loud mouse part 2

Guess who decided to finally write a part 2 ? :D Enjoy.

When you awoke, you blinked several times before getting used to the light and give a circular glance to your surroundings. You were in some barn and you no longer felt the burning sensation within your chest...Even though, the sickness remained. You could feel it.

You stood up slowly and yet, couldn't help but walk on wobbly legs to the door—only the will of reuniting with your beloved prince overruling all other thought. However, you frowned as you found the door locked. You remembered collapsing in the snow, but who had brought you here ? It couldn't be Aemond, as he had been waiting for you inside the castle. How many days had it been ?

Suddenly, the door opened and a little man with big red whiskers entered, who seemed surprised to find you awake. He was barefooted and you guessed the farm must belong to him. He sheepishly offered you a piece of bread with butter that you stared at cautiously for a moment before letting your hunger get the best of you. You snatched the piece of bread and devoured it like a little wildling. It seemed to make the little man happy as he sat down in front of you—a good distance as to not frighten you.

"Hey there. I'm Gavdiish." He greeted you.

After a few seconds, you smiled politely and replied.

"I'm Ethel. Tell me...How long was I asleep, Gavdiish ?" You asked and Gavdiish started fidgeting nervously before replying.

"I found you in the snow. A few weeks ago..."

You frowned at his unspecific answer and started being suspicious. Gavdiish seemed like a nice fellow, but your thoughts then returned to the lock on the door. Someone didn't want you to leave...

"And, were you the one who brought me here ?" You asked and Gavdiish's nice smile turned sour as the memory of who had decided to hide you in his farm.

"I..am not allowed to say. Not until she comes." You frowned a little and were about to ask who was she when a voice sounded behind you.

"It was me."

You both turned around to see queen Alicent standing there, her long red hair falling gracefully down her shoulders as her eyes were fixed on you. She seemed out of place, surrounded by hay and dirt. You bowed deeply before her and even though you had no idea why she had saved you, you intended to thank her.

"Thank you my...", you started.

"Save your breath." Your eyes widened at her harsh interruption before she continued. "You will come back with me. To the castle."

You frowned in incomprehension. Why would she want you back ? Surely, lady Alicent had more important things to take care of than to make sure a simple servant would come back to work.

But, her next words left you paralyzed.

"And you will break my son's heart.."

You snapped your head up at her with your eyes wide open in shock and your lower lip trembled...How did she know about you abs Aemond ? She seemed to understand your thoughts as she sighed and lightly shrugged.

"The castle doesn't have any secrets. I know what the servants whisper about and I am no fool. My son has never seemed so happy than when you were there. And it is the very reason I need you to come back and break his heart. For his own good."

You fell to the ground on your knees and begged her.

"Please. Do not ask such a sacrifice of me. I cannot hurt prince Aemond." Tears started streaming down your face and for the first time—you showed weakness. For a moment, you could see in her eyes that it was working—until her expression hardened and she leaned forward to inform you.

"Prince Aemond is getting married."

Your eyes widened at the news and you shook your head—not believing the queen's words. Prince Aemond wouldn't do this.

"No..It can't be. He would never.."

Queen Alicent seemed to take pity on you as she sighed and rested her hand upon your shoulder.

"Believe me, my dear. Men are not worth the trouble. Love is a plague." She claimed and your eyes watered. You remained silent and queen Alicent sighed once more before dropping her hand back to her side.

"Now, you will tell my son that you tried to escape, but didn't have enough money and decided to come back..You will tell him you had never intended to run away with him. That the only reason you even showed him any affection was because you wanted to use him."

Your eyes remained fixed to the ground as you asked—your voice strained with bitterness.

"And why would I ever do that ?"

Alicent stopped pacing around and it took a moment before she indulged you with an answer.

"Because you are a lost cause, my dear."

Your eyes widened at the queen's cruel placid smile. You didn't understand what she meant. She seemed to notice and scoffed.

"Think about it. You are sick. You are a servant. A nothing. A dying wrench. My Aemond is a fine young man who will soon marry and bring glory to house Targaryen. You wouldn't want to cause his downfall now, would you ?"

A chill ran through you at the sickly sweet voice of the woman and the venom hidden underneath—intertwined with this nauseous false sympathy.

"Besides, you wouldn't have to convince him much."

You frowned in confusion before the queen faced you and declared.

"You've been gone for 3 months, my dear. And Aegon already made sure to inform Aemond of your betrayal."

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched as tears gathered in your eyes. 3 months...You had left Aemond alone for 3 months..And the thought alone was enough to make you crumble in shame.

Aemond...Forgive me.

Queen Alicent left and was sure to have convinced you. She knew you loved her son, and it would be the very thing causing your downfall.

Flashback :

Prince Aemond had been searching for you ever since your disappearance three weeks ago and refused to give up on his research without proof that you were dead. Because, he wouldn't accept any other reason for your betrayal and the pain you had caused him.

He wanted to know you were safe—no matter the cost.

His mother had tried to dissuade him and his brother had insisted that you were lost or dead, but nothing would deter the young prince from his desperate seeking of the truth.

Finally, after another one of his dragon patrols, prince Aegon—who was growing tired of Aemond's stubbornness—caught his brother and tried to convince him of your treachery once more.

"Brother. It has been more than three weeks now. You have to let her go. She has betrayed you. She left you...Accept it."

But instead of heeding his brother's advice, it only fueled Aemond's determination and he didn't dignify his brother with an answer before pulling away from his grip to continue on his way. He wanted to know the truth. He wanted to hear it from your treacherous mouth, that mouth he had worshipped and made all his for better and worst. He loved you. Was it so hard to pretend to love him back that you had to go and hide ? He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Why ? Why spend all those days in bliss, only to take it all away like a vulgar thief ? No. There had to be a reason. An explanation.

However, Aegon's next words made him stop dead in his tracks.

"I didn't want to tell you..But, I know where she is."

Aemond turned around swiftly to take his brother by the collar before asking urgently—his voice a menacing howl.

"Where ?!"

Aegon sighed and sounded genuinely apologetic as he replied.

"One of our grandfather's sparrows spotted the wrench on the roads. She was attempting to escape. Mother has gone to retrieve her."

"LIES !", Aemond shouted at his brother's claim—his valid eye wide open in disbelief—and shook his head. You wouldn't do this. Not to him. He was convinced something must have happened. You couldn't have faked it. The day you met, the many secret glances and every loving touch you had shared...

"It is true. You must see it.", his brother insisted. "She has plotted against you since the beginning and only sought her own selfish benefit in gaining you and princess Helaena's trust. From the very moment she stumbled into your bedroom that very night and soothed poor sobbering Helaena. She is a fraud. And will be punished. I promise, brother."

Aemond shook his head before leaning so close that his brother saw the deadly fury in his eye.

"If what you say is true, brother ? Do not worry about punishment. I shall be the one to flay her bloody—as she deserves."

Aegon pressed his lips tightly together in discontent, but didn't dare voice his disapproval out loud. He only smiled and shrugged.

"As you wish, brother. But, remember...Don't let your little plaything trick you again."

Aemond glared at him and waited until Aegon was out of the room before letting his rage run unbridled. He unsheathed his sword and brought it down mercilessly on the furniture all around him. He didn't want to believe that you would abandon him, but it was hard to consider any other alternative as each day passed by. He fell to his knees and pulled out the sapphire necklace he had barely succeeded in saving from the fire. It shone brightly and filled his heart with hope. He refused to believe you would leave. He was convinced that he knew your heart and that it beat the same rythm as him.

"I still believe, my love. I'll find out the truth. I promise." He kissed the bright sapphire, imagining it was your lips he was devoting himself to rather than the jewel.

Back to the present :

Aemond had spent 3 whole months searching for you and it was on one faithful morning that he received a raven from King's Landing, putting an end to his misery.

You had been found.

There was no word to describe the shock and utter relief he felt at the news that you were alive. He ran to Vhagar and climbed on her back in one stride—eager to be reunited with you. He thought you would be able to explain your behavior and it would end up being a sort of misunderstanding. He was never prepared for the disappointment, as the first words he heard from you were a confession—but not the one he wanted.

"It is true. I have conspired against the crown. I had in the intention of tarnishing the prince's reputation and his family by seducing the prince and befriending the princess." It had the effect of a cold blade piercing through his heart and he couldn't utter a word as you confessed everything he had feared to be true. You even refused to look at him, your eyes fixed on the floor. Aegon smirked in satisfaction at your confession and didn't hesitate before sentencing.

"You ought to be flayed 30 times for such insolence and betrayal." You nodded submissively and thought you would at least be given the respite of being punished out of sight. But then, Aegon stood up and beckoned his personal guards in.

"GUARDS ! OPEN THE BACK OF THE TRAITOR'S DRESS !"

Your eyes widened as you realized what was about to happen. You opened your mouth to beg for mercy, but one of the guards suddenly pulled you up and brutally ripped the fabric of your dress without a second thought. The guard then carelessly threw your trembling body to the ground before the king—as you desperately tried to hide your modesty. Tears of rage and sorrow ran down your cheeks as you looked up at the people you were keeping quiet for.

Aemond remained motionless, so did princess Helaena. They were both devastated by the news of your betrayal and you knew there must be a great turmoil brewing inside them..You smiled weakly at them.

It wasn't their fault.

You knew you needed to be punished. You had fallen in love with the wrong person, and fate was cruel to those who diverged from their path...Princess Helaena did have the decency to look away to hide her sorrow from you—but Aemond didn't. His lonely eye didn't leave that bluish color on your shoulder—conjured by the brutish harshness of the guards. He thought about cutting their hands for daring manhandling you in such a way, but it was quickly dismissed at the reminder of your betrayal by the king and the feeling of his mother's hand on his shoulder. He had to stay, he had to endure the sight, even though it hurt him to see you in such a way.

When the first blow of the whip hit your skin—it didn't hurt as much as knowing you had broken the trust of the two Targaryens who mattered the most to you. You looked up and sought princess Helaena's eyes, but she still had her face turned away. Princess Helaena didn't want to look at you. She had the same expression she wore the time you had found her wandering in that corridor—broken to the point of complete numbness.

You then looked at Aemond—but you didn't see any emotion in his eye. There was nothing but contempt. The perfect picture of indifference on his face, as he didn't even turn his gaze away as you were being punished—surely enjoying the very object of all his pain being so severely reprimanded. He stared. He stared at you with such coldness, it froze you to your very core—making even the tears on your face turn to frozen lakes.

You wanted to scream and shout at them to look at you—really look at you. You wanted to tell them you loved them, that everything would be alright, that you understood their pain, that it killed you not to be able to embrace them...But, the next blow of the whip tear a gut-wrenching scream from your throat instead—one that rendered you silent as blood started rolling down your back. Princess Helaena's eyes filled with unshed tears as she forced herself to look away, even though your screams were torture for her. She had learnt to see you as a sister. Why did fate have to be so cruel ?

However, Aemond didn't turn away. He counted the 30 hits and with each one, his anger boiled wilder in his veins.

You had betrayed him.

You had dared seduce him and use him.

Use his sister.

You deserved to be punished. You deserved to suffer. He watched as drops of blood glistened down your back and—to your utter horror and mortification—commanded.

"Harder." His tone left no room for discussion—as even his own brother looked at him with a slight worried frown.

"Brother. She already received 30 blows. If we go on any further, she might..." He warned—but Aemond silenced him.

"HARDER !" He cut him off and his maddening eye turned towards Aegon with a challenging stance—daring him to defy him again. Bile rose up to your throat as the order was finally granted and another cough threatened to spill, but it didn't—only screams of pain and the sound of the whip being mercilessly used on you troubled the deafening silence of the throne room. However, Aemond—who was tired of being a mere bystander—walked down the stairs with a resolute stance and your eyes widened as he extended his hand forward to grip the guard's hand. You thought it was to stop him—you thought wrong.

He took the whip and the guard immediately stood aside as the prince took his place. He then leant forward to whisper in your ear—words that left you shivering in fear.

"You are going to accept everything I give you, little mouse. Every single blow. You'll take it all, and thank me for it. For that is what you deserve for all the suffering you caused to me and my sister." He spat venomously and you closed your eyes. You felt numb. His words left ice in their wake. Your lips trembled as you braced yourself to be punished by the man you loved. You thought the first few hits were the worst, but it wasn't true. The last hits were worse—so much worse. They left your body trembling in pain and whenever your consciousness threatened to slip away, you would be awoken by yet another blow. Your throat felt sore at the end—you didn't even have the strength to scream anymore. Finally, once his anger slightly reduced, Aemond released the whip that fell to the floor and walked away.

He didn't even remember his own command, not until you muttered weakly.

"Thank you...my prince."

He stilled and glanced back at you with his lips tightly sealed and saw the pain in your eyes—but decided to ignore it. You shakily tried to reach for his leg, but he pulled away from your grip and offered you a cruel sneer.

"Wrench." He spat cruelly and walked away—not sparing you a second glance. He took back his place beside his sister and then announced.

"I shall go back to the Free Cities and finalize our alliance to Lady Aslana of Mesclun."

Lady Alicent smiled—satisfied by her son's decision while you glared up at her. She had lied to you. Aemond hadn't married anyone yet.

She had tricked you.

But, you knew better than to open your mouth now.

Who would believe you ?

"Aemond. Since you are going away on your trip to the Free Cities. Indulge me in giving me that lovely servant of yours. I am sure she will be of great help to me." Aegon suggested and you could feel his eyes dig holes at the back of your neck. You shuddered at the prospect alone. You prayed the Seven to give you mercy, but the gods must have been inattentive that day—for the prince's next words left you paralyzed.

"Fine. But, her maidenhead is mine. A weak compensation for what she did to me..." Aemond declared and you closed your eyes. He was being so cruel. He wanted to take the thing you had only ever wanted to give him. When you raised your eyes, he met your gaze unashamedly with a large cold grin that didn't quite match his eyes. He was furious.

Outside of the throne room, you found Linda waiting for you and the moment her eyes settled on you and your hunched figure—she rushed by your side.

"My daughter. My darling one." She embraced you tightly and you sobbed.

"You were right, Linda. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. This family is cruel. They are all monsters. I should have remained a little mouse, nothing more..."

Linda tugged the top of your head under her chin and looked up at the sky—sending a silent prayer to the gods to protect you.

"Aww..My poor child. I am so sorry. I should have been more careful. But, nobody will ever hurt you again. I promise." She murmured and stroked your hair soothingly. You didn't even have the strength to protest, as you knew Linda had little power on how the Targaryens ruled. She was an old maiden who had surely seen her fair share of broken hearts and could recognize the symptoms at first sight. She shushed you softly before leaving a tender kiss on the crown of your hair.

"It will go away." She finally said assuredly on your way to the kitchen in an attempt to reassure you—but good Linda didn't know of the suffering you would go on to face. For Aemond was not done taking his revenge on you, and it wouldn't be the last time you would be reminded of the costly price of his loathing.

The very next day :

You had spent the day running around the city, Aegon relentlessly and purposefully asking you for the impossible and beyond, only to lose interest in a second when the task done. He was making your life hell, and you had no protection from Aemond anymore. But, you couldn't complain. It was the price to pay for his happiness. Let them all hate you, if only for Aemond and Helaena to find peace in your hours of torture under Aegon's intransigent and constant demands.

When Aegon beckoned you to the room where the family was supposed to share a meal, you had completely discarded the thought of your current state and only rushed in with the hopes you wouldn't be noticed. Luckily, Aemond was talking and your sudden appearance didn't disturb his speech as he declared.

"...Our alliance with the Free Cities is going to change the odds in our favor. I shall marry lady Aslana of Mesclun tomorrow and in a week's time, our victory will be assured. We will have our hand on the Free Cities and none shall contest our authority."

At the news, you closed your eyes and apologized to the Seven for the foolish thoughts running wild in your head. You wished you could be the one betrothed to Aemond and waiting for the moment your hearts would be linked forever...You failed to hear the end of Aemond's speech and as he raised his cup—you didn't fill his cup. Suddenly, all the family members' eyes seemed to converge towards you and even though it had only been a day since your flaying—you weren't about to tempt fate to give you another. You leaned forward and filled his cup—but too late.

Aemond's hand grabbed your arm and you met his gaze with big frightened eyes. He had never seen that look in your eyes before and it made him snicker.

"After all this time, I see you for what you truly are. Thank the gods I could come back to my senses before I was completely lost." He seethed and let go of your arm. But, it was only to publicly shame you even more.

"Well, if it isn't her ladyship the loud mouse herself ?!" He then noticed your dirty dress and gave you a disgusted expression, "Where were you all day ? The pig house ?"

His joke resulted in an irruption of laughter from the crowd while you glared at him. It hurt. He didn't know how much it hurt you. You had failed your heart—you had failed him.

"Don't worry, my lord. If it is my muddy dress that bothers you, I shall remedy to it at once." You quipped back and his smile immediately fell as you unashamedly tear the bottom part of your dress—your decision welcomed and whistled appreciatively by all the men present. You acted self-assured and even when you felt Aemond's disapproving look on you—you didn't return it. You were no longer afraid of him—and if he thought he could control you ? He was dead wrong.

"Of course not, brother. She must have been frolicking at the pleasure houses. It was high time she would find some other cock to hang onto, don't you think ?" Aegon mocked and it made you snap your eyes at him with so much loathing, if your eyes had been arrows, he would have been dead where he stood. Aegon's jeering had the effect of a knife being plunged deep within you chest—cutting your breath momentarily. He dared question your whereabouts—when he was the one making you run errands around town from the first glance of sunlight 'till dusk..

However, you did notice how Aemond's smile seemed to turn placid at his brother's nasty comment. It mended your heart a little to think he had not fallen so low as to agree with his majesty the Kingly prick..

"Prick..." You cursed under your breath—thinking no one would pick up on it. But, you were not so lucky. Aegon's expression crestfallen and you knew here and then that you had signed up for your own demise as Aegon stood up and seemed to lose all composure.

"YOU ARE TO RESPECT ME, OR DID YOU FORGET WHO IS YOUR KING ?!" He yelled and you flinched at his loud voice. He was being cruel and even though you had heard rumors, you had never been on the receiving end of his fury. You had always remained a mouse in the castle—until Aemond had decided to give you his cursed attention. You wondered which one was worse ? The petals suffocating you, or the indifference of your prince ? You looked up at Aemond and tears shone in your eyes as you smiled at him through your tears—not sparing a glance to Aegon that you felt seething beside you.

"You may be the king of this realm, but my heart only knows one true king..."

There was no doubt as to whom you were referring to and Aemond's valid eye widened for a second. Even after all this, you still wanted to show him your support. You may not stand next to him when he would finally reach the throne, but you would be there every step of the way until your own death...Aegon's face visibly whitened at the implication and even though you didn't care about anyone else knowing about your feelings, you could feel another set of eyes on you. Queen Alicent was looking at you in warning, not to say anything else if you still wanted to live and die on your own accord. You clasped both hands over your mouth, finally considering who you were speaking to, who was present. You had gone too far...

The whole room fell silent and you knew—you had opened your mouth wrongly so. Aemond had remained impassive all this time, why couldn't you have done the same ? You wanted to protect him, but found yourself the very reason for his misery. No matter if you were trying to stay away or remain unaffected, the mere thought of living in the same castle as him was enough for your heart to seek him out. However, you then felt a cough rising up your chest and when Aegon came close enough, you didn't hold back. You coughed and let all the black blood and flower petals splatter all over him. He wanted to have you ? Then, he would have it all. Aemond hadn't been repulsed by your sickness, but you knew all too well what the rest of the family's reactions would be. Queen Alicent screamed, Otto turned away in disgust and Aegon screeched.

"YOU B*TCH !"

You didn't mean to laugh. You swore you didn't. But, the mix of Queen Alicent's bewildered look, Otto's mortified expression and Aegon's twisted face of fury made it impossible not to. You guffawed. You had nothing left. No one. Aemond hated you. Helaena had excused herself—to cry her sorrow in her room no doubt—and you just knew you had to get everything you had to say out of your chest before the young king's sword was to pierce you through and through.

"Pitiful excuse for a family." You spat and your eyes then swept mercilessly over all of the people gathered around the table with a mocking sneer. "You know...I've served and watched every single one of you Targaryens for years. I always thought being a Targaryen was a blessing, but seeing you all—huddled up in your misery—I see now that it is as much a curse as mine ! And I rejoice the day there won't be a single one of you left ! For your curse lies even deeper than mine ! It lies in your blackened hearts devoured and putrified with greed and power !"

Now, it wasn't only Aegon who was seething—all the Targaryens seemed about to stand up and cut you in two. Good. Let them be angry. Only the truth hurts. But, none of them seemed willing to take a step towards you. You wondered why until you realized that the only person still seated was Aemond, staring at his own family in warning as to anyone would dare attempt to your life.

You smiled and found your affection grow tenthfold, as even after your so-called betrayal, he was ready to defend you. You turned around and stormed towards the door, but Aegon's voice still made its way to you.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING ?! COME BACK HERE ! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS !"

You huffed a laugh and didn't even turn around before shouting back.

"I SHALL BE WAITING, MY KING !"

If any of the Targaryens wanted to follow you and bring an end to your life, then so be it. You had nothing left to say. You then heard the king hit the table in his haste to come after you, but then recognized Queen Alicent's voice behind you.

"That's enough, Aegon."

The queen knew what you had sacrificed and it was in her best interest to keep you alive—for now. She would certainly let Aegon do whatever he wanted to you once Aemond would be married to lady Aslana. They had already punished you more than any other being could have handled—they had flayed you, disgraced you and made your life hell.

Your tears had run dry. Your punches would only accentuate Aemond's hatred for you. Words were the only thing you had left to throw at them. You turned a corner and suddenly stopped. You had arrived at the library...No matter where you wanted to go, your feet seemed to always end up in front of the majestic door. The very place you had first met the prince face to face. Did you love him ? Assuredly..No doubt about it.

You thought none of the Targaryens would follow you—you thought wrong.

Aemond had followed you and grabbed your arm to drag you inside the library without a word and once you were both inside, he closed the door behind you.

"Do you have a death wish ?" He hissed—his voice a mere whisper and you shrugged.

"I do not have an answer to give you, my prince.."

It was true. You had no answer to give him.

When he turned around, you could feel he was enraged and it did make your heart skip a beat at the pure hatred visible in his valid eye. He was angry, and you knew better than anyone why. He had every right to be. You had hurt him and even though involuntarily, had been confusing him. Even if you had shown up that faithful night, you would have stolen him away from a life with his family. A good life. Your eyes softened and your lips parted slightly as you thought of the millions of things you wished to tell him—but remained quiet.

He wouldn't understand.

He couldn't.

"Fine. You don't want to talk. I'll make you scream then..." Your brow furrowed in confusion until he pulled you towards him and sunk in to claim your lips. You let out a surprised squeal as you tried to push him away. He clasped his hands on either side of your face and devoured your mouth as if it was his to take. Your tears didn't help as his nails dug in the flesh of your cheeks. It wasn't what you wanted. You loved him. You wanted him to kiss you, but not like this—not out of hurt and hatred. You had sacrificed your own happiness for him to find his. You wished for him to find his place and forget about you, but you had failed it seemed.

"Treacherous mistress." He hissed spitefully and you closed your eyes at the hurtful words and gentle kisses. Aemond was still so gentle with you, even after everything. He didn't touch your back where he knew remained the pain of the whip and even traced circles on your skin while he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

He seemed so broken.

"Did you...Did you ever think of me during your time away ?" He asked—his voice shaky. He sounded as if he was about to break into tears.

'Every second of every minute of every day.'

You wanted to answer, but knew the repercussions of such admission. You closed your eyes and shook your head negatively. Aemond remained silent for a moment before laughing bitterly.

"Of course you didn't.."

When he pushed you back and you fell on the table behind you, he crawled on top of you and started leaving kisses on your face and neck. He made quick work of the top buttons of your dress and left a few hickeys on the exposed flesh.

"...I made things too complicated for myself. Thinking you were honorable. I should have simply taken you from day one and everything would have been settled. I should have heeded Aegon's warnings and play with you until you were no longer interesting. I get bored easily, you know."

Aemond single-handedly untied the laces of his breeches and his mouth curved into a cruel smirk as he felt the tears on your face. He pulled your skirts up and in a moment of self-awareness, you bit down hard on his hand. He hissed in pain and you sought to flee, but he grabbed your hair and yanked you back against him. However, instead of continuing his vile actions, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and stilled.

"M...My prince ?" You frightfully asked—your whole body shaking as you perfectly knew what he wanted. You wanted to disappear. You had only thought about him for the past three months, only to come back and find out that your prince had been searching for you for so long that his heart had turned to stone.

"Oh. So, now I'm your prince ?" He replied with a small taunting smirk—his eye gleaming in the darkness of the library. Was it already so late ? You tried to dissociate your mind from your body in order to forget that it was the love of your life who was now threatening you. But, Aemond wouldn't let you. He grabbed your face and snapped it back so you may see the fury in his gaze.

"You know what you are, Ethel ? A vile temptress. Daughter of Despair. Cruel mistress of Deception; malicious beyond compare and terrible plague that has infested this household with the fleas of my own destruction...Shall I go on ?"

You gritted your teeth and couldn't hold back the tears from falling down your face—hot lava against your frozen cheeks.

"Are you going to beg me to let you go ? Or, not to taint what has been so far unspoiled ?" He inquired in a whisper—his fingertips leaving imprints on your skin. He wanted to mark you, carve his touch into your skin.

You clenched your fists and looked away—not dignifying him with an answer. But, Aemond wouldn't let you as he grabbed your jaw once more—making it pop as he dug his fingers in your cheeks to make you understand that you were to keep your attention on him.

"Answer me...whore." He seethed in a low and threatening tone.

You remained silent.

He then plunged his tongue down your throat and your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. You tried to struggle against him, but his training had helped strengthening his body, while you had strengthened his mind. You cursed yourself at finding yourself in this situation and Aemond stopped instantly as soon as he noticed you were unresponsive.

"You...You were my everything" He whispered and took a shaky breath, his touch tightening on you as tears started dripping down his face onto yours.

"My heart. My soul. My very first love and you...you..." He glared at you with such intensity it paralyzed you. "You betrayed me."

Your eyes softened and you finally wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't say anything, but you still wished your prince to feel better. There was nothing you could do that would make any of this okay, but it hurt you to see him in such a state.

"Get out..." He whispered—so low you thought you had imagined it. You remained frozen and Aemond clenched his hands into fists as he gritted his teeth. He wanted to make you suffer, just as much as he had. But, he couldn't deny that he still felt attached to you. So, he could only push you away before restraint would no longer be possible.

"GET OUT !" He shouted louder and you gathered your skirts to run away. Aemond watched you flee and once the door was shut, he covered his face with his hands and let out such an horrifying painful gut-wrenching scream, the whole castle heard it.

Why did love have to hurt so much ? He had tried to be happy. Just once. And it had turned out to be a mistake. Tomorrow, he would return to the Free Cities and remain there. He would forget about you—or at least he hoped.

The next day :

Aemond prepared his leave and settled on Vhagar, but then noticed someone hidden in the shadows. He rested his hand upon the hilt of his sword cautiously, but then the strange red-headed boy beckoned him forward. He hesitated before indulging, only to chase said boy all the way to the very werehouse you had been held by queen Alicent until your concession to her demands. He caught up with the boy and held him up by the collar with an unamused expression.

"If your plan was to waste my time, boy...You'll be hanging skinless from the Red Keep !" He threatened and the boy seemed on the verge of breaking into tears as he stammered back.

"N..No, my pr..prince ! I would never ! M..My name is Gavdiish and I..I came to you to get s..something out of my chest. I just heard Y/N was f..flayed and I..I'm sorry. I just..I was worried about her and..wanted to help her. Tell the truth. But, your m..mother wouldn't allow it."

Aemond frowned in incomprehension at the boy's words and tilted his head to scrutinize the boy further. He didn't seem to be a threat and if he was lying—or the whole things turned out to be a scam—he would simply put his earlier threat into execution. He let go of the boy and asked.

"Tell the truth ? What truth ?"

The boy gulped before pointing to the werehouse behind him and explained.

"Th..This werehouse has been in my f..family for years. Queen Alicent asked me to k..keep her there..Ethel. She had to t..tell you she b..betrayed you. But, she d..didn't."

Aemond looked at the werehouse and felt his heart ache at the idea you had spent 3 months in there.

"How can I be sure that you are telling the truth ? And why didn't you say anything before ?" He asked the young boy suspiciously who looked away guiltily.

"The q..queen told me not to and that pr..prince Aegon would p..punish me. Ethel coughed a lot of blood and flowers. I still have them in a bucket. Queen Alicent said she was c..cursed. B-But Ethel called for you. Every night. In her s..sleep. That's why I c..came to you." Gavdiish stammered back and Aemond's eyes widened at the realization. Suddenly, everything made sense. His mother knew that to win the war ahead and put Aegon on the throne, they needed a strong alliance. She was going to force him into a loveless marriage to keep the Targaryens on the throne and keep the legacy clean.

It was only at that moment that Aemond understood his mistake and ran back to the castle. His Ethel...You had never wished to deceive him—but save him. You had simply feared it would end in a war where he wouldn't have survived. He ran even faster and wished upon all the gods—the old and the new—that he wouldn't be too late.

His heart squeezed in his chest at the selflessness of the one he had dared called selfish.

"Hold on, my love. I'm coming."

Back at the castle :

You were walking around the castle and taking care of the walls—making sure to avoid any Targaryen family member on the way. You were almost finished with the dining room when you heard the door slam open. You froze and looked up—only to see Aegon standing there.

"Ah ! Here you are !"

You shivered at the notion that he was looking for you and cast your eyes downwards to avoid the prince's gaze. You had done everything they wanted. You had broken Helaena's and Aemond's trust. What more could he possibly want from you ?

"You were in my brother's company yesterday...He took your maidenhead, didn't he ?"

You didn't answer—but the prince was stubborn. He grabbed your wrist and made you look at him before giving you a malicious grin.

"Remember. My brother did promise I could do whatever I want to you once your virginity gone. And, now that it's out of the way ?" He slammed your head against the mahogany table and your air supply was cut off. "I can do what the f*ck I want with you..."

Tears brimmed in your eyes and you clutched your fingers tightly. He was a beast. It wasn't even a few hours after Aemond's leave, and Aegon hadn't wasted any time to put his threat into execution. He was going to have you. And the worst part was, you couldn't even protest.

"...Now, how about you apologize for your last night's behavior ? Or, do you value your life so little as to refuse ?", he taunted and you closed your eyes. You had been stripped out of all dignity and now, he wanted you to apologize.

You turned around to refuse, but before you could, prince Aegon had slammed your head against the hard surface of the mahogany table. You were so shocked—you didn't even think of resisting against his iron grip.

"APOLOGIZE !", he seethed and you closed your eyes before finally submitting.

"I..I apologize, my king." There was great shame in capitulating in front of Aegon Targaryen. He had beaten up Helaena, he had threatened you more times than you could count and the sole knowledge of his existence made you feel sick...

"Nah. I don't believe you. Maybe, you could do something else to show how sorry you really are ?" He emphasized his intentions by pressing his back against your rear and your eyes widened. You reached forward for a flower vase to smash it upon his head—but Aegon anticipated it. He grabbed your arm and no matter how much you cried or begged, he didn't let go. You wanted to turn around to slap him—but he held in a vicious grip. You wanted to scream and call for anyone to save you—but you knew nobody would. Aemond was gone. Helaena wouldn't help you, and Linda would only be executed for interfering.

You were alone.

Or, so you thought...

"UNHAND HER HIS INSTANT, YOU PIG !" When Aemond entered the room, his eye bulged out of its socket at the sight of his brother on top of you. He immediately pulled him off you and sent him flying against the nearest wall.

King Aegon seemed terrified now and Aemond barely had the time to make his way to you that you collapsed in his arms. He sat you down on a nearby chair before returning his hateful and merciless gaze on Aegon. He wanted to kill him. He had thought of it many times before..But, it was the first time he was actually considering giving in to his selfish desires. He wanted him to crawl for forgiveness. He had dared tried to convince him of your treachery—when he was the most treacherous of them all...

"Aemond ! What is the meaning of this ?!" Queen Alicent came in, having been alerted of the commotion—followed suit by Otto. Aemond was furious and could only see this room filled with traitors and sinners.

"Ah ! Mother. Grandfather. Welcome. You're just in time. I was about to call you to claim a felony. The worst kind. A conspiracy to get me away from Court."

Alicent's eyes widened and she tried to interject, but Otto stepped forward instead.

"Aemond...Why do you speak of treason ?" He asked—more intrigued than angry.Aemond sent a nasty glare at Aegon and jutted out his chin before seething through gritted teeth.

"King Aegon admitted being the active participant of a plot to get rid of me."

Aegon's eyes widened in shock and he shouted.

"LIES !"

Aemond huffed a bitter laugh, as this was the very word he had shouted the day he had announced him of your so-called betrayal. However, Aemond then added.

"He stole my heart and locked it away so I may never find it again. He spread lies about her and made me forsaken her when she was only trying to protect me...He wanted me to go. He wanted me out of the kingdom, and he wasn't the only one..." Aemond turned towards queen Alicent to glare at her with his teeth clenched together. "...Isn't that right, mother ?"

Aemond had only ever had love for his mother, but he was now seeing a part of her he had failed to notice. He had been blind...But, Alicent Hightower was as much a dragon as the rest of them. She just hid her scales and fangs better.

Queen Alicent didn't look away, she jutted out her chin and took a step forward—unashamedly admitting to her devious plot.

"Yes. I was made aware of your foolish plans to run away together. I had to act before you did, as it would have tarnished our reputation. A prince. My son. Running away with a servant. A nothing." She spat angrily—her true face being unveiled to her children who witnessed the monster behind the glamor. Aemond stared at the red-headed monster before him and took a step back in disbelief. So, it was true...All this time. All those secrets...You had been innocent from the start, and he had defiled you with his words and acts—when he should have showered you with love and affection.

Aemond didn't even realize when he drew out his dagger and let anger get control over him. His eye bulged out of his socket as he gave a circular glance around the room. None of them seemed surprised by the news. None of them were innocent...His mother. His brother. His grandfather...Liars. You woke up just as Aemond raised his dagger and was prepared to kill everyone in the room—starting with his mother. But, you suddenly lunged forward to stop him. You wouldn't let him kill his own mother to save you.

"NO ! DON'T !" Your words seemed to bring him back to reality as he felt your hand wrap around his wrist. You had awoken and had tears in his your eyes. Tears...Oh. Sweet Seven. He had brought tears to such lovely eyes, he had called you awful names, made you crawl on the floor...He had defiled you.

You loved him.

You always had. And he had dared punish you. He had dared taint your wings with blood and sorrow.

His dagger clattered to the floor as he wrapped his arms around you, shaking and out of breath. He had turned worse than his own brother—who was now standing near their seething mother with a self-satisfied smirk.

"So...Is that what you have been reduced to, Aemond ? Threatening your own family because of some girl ?"

Aemond glared up at him and his anger turned into venomous words that he hoped would choke his brother to death.

"It is no threat. I shall kill you, brother. You dared hurt and threaten to take something that was rightfully mine. We are far beyond threats now..."

Suddenly, his brother's smile faltered before he huffed a laugh of disbelief.

"You wouldn't..."

Aemond suddenly pulled away from your embrace and stood up before Aegon with a defying glimmer in his eye.

"I am a kinslayer. Remember. What is one more Targaryen out of this world, hmm ?"

Aegon was about to answer when Helaena entered, her brow furrowed as she saw her family reunited and yourself—your eyes puffy and red. She was about to ask what was going on when Aegon suddenly grabbed the dagger that had fallen earlier and pulled you against him to put the sharp end against your throat.

"Brother. Husband. What are you doing ?" Helaena gasped in horror.

"Shut it ! I do not owe you an explanation !" Aegon spat before turning towards Aemond. "I AM THE KING ! I WILL KILL HER ! I WILL SPILL THIS WHORE'S BLOOD ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND YOU WILL ALL BE A WITNESS TO WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHO DEFY THE KING !"

He was guided by survival instinct and fear. He knew Aemond was strong and could easily kill him, but he would take the source of all his problems with him. He was tired of all this pretending. They weren't even a real family. He never even wanted the bloody throne. He had even offered it to Aemond, but the fool had refused. Too bad. He would have maybe done a much better job than him.

All of the other Targaryens were now focused on the both of you. You knew Otto and Alicent wanted him to put an end to this madness and kill you, but Aemond wouldn't let him live if he was to kill you. It would be a lose-lose situation for him—no matter the outcome.

"Aegon...Drop the knife." Aemond said sternly, but Aegon shook his head—his own eyes filling with tears.

"I am tired...brother. I am not as strong as you. I wanted what you had. I wanted someone to love me...Why is it that you always get the good things ? I am the king, am I not ?" His voice broke at the end. He had seen the joy in his brother's eyes, thought he could feel the same...But, all he felt was that same terrible feeling of emptiness inside.

"Why bother ? That's what you wanted, isn't it ? Well...Let me give it to you, brother. Let me give you my throne. My life. My CURSE ! IT IS ALL YOURS !" Aegon suddenly released you and, before anyone could stop him, slit his own throat. But, he didn't feel the pain. He only felt bliss. It was over...A blissful smile took over his features as he tumbled forward. It was over.

Alicent was the first to react as she let out a blood-curdling scream and cradled her boy's face in her hands.

"AEGON !"

Your eyes watered and your hand flew up to your mouth in horror as you slowly turned your face towards Aemond who was staring at his brother's body with a wide eye. When your eyes met, your whole body shook by the blank expression on his face. He was livid and you thought he was about to pass out at any moment. He hadn't meant to go this far.

You knew and both Helaena and yourself came to his aid as you kept him straight. For the first time, he didn't try to hide his emotions as a single tear rolled down his face.

"Gods...What have I done ?"

You and Helaena looked at each other and nodded in agreement before carrying him outside. But then, Alicent's wrathful gaze fell on you and she roared.

"YOU ! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT !"

She took the dagger from her son's hand and stood up—rage blinding her. Her eyes were glassy and seemed to gleam with insanity as she pointed the dagger at you. Her hands were strained with blood that she already wished to coat them with another. She was truly a formidable woman...But, you wouldn't let another person die tonight—that it'd be yours or any other.

You stood forward, but Otto who had stayed silent so far, spoke up.

"Daughter. Stop this instant."

Alicent's eyes didn't leave yours as she spat with a pain-filled voice.

"SHE DESERVES TO DIE !"

Otta sighed and—to everyone's surprise—took his daughter's wrist and forced her to drop the knife. She was about to protest when she saw the look Otto was giving her. It was one she hadn't seen in a long time...Since her mother's funeral.

It was one of defeat.

"It is over, Alicent."

There was a finality to his tone and finally, everything clicked. You now knew that all this hadn't been Alicent's doing, but Otto's. The puppet master. He had planned to get rid of you and had convinced the rest of the family to end your relationship with Aemond so he may become but another pawn to this sick game if thrones. Your fists clenched as you glared at him, but he only gave you a mild look of indifference in return. He wouldn't answer for his felony. You knew as much.

And now that Aemond may become king, he had to switch strategies. It was all just a game for him and when he suddenly bent the knee in front of Aemond—you could measure just how much the man's shadow seemed to extend, twice as big as him. Backstabber.

"Long live, king Aemond Targaryen."

Aemond's eyes widened at his grandfather's words and when he looked up at you, the smile you gave him didn't match your eyes. The bastard had won anyway. Now that Aemond would become king, there was nothing you could do...You would never be able to run away together.

Otto looked up and saw the silent exchange.

He smiled.

Long live the king indeed...

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