#i went overboard on this shi-

[cloppiv]

they're childhood friends your honour!

[urinarythreatinfection]

Hiii!!! Omg I loved Kindness Isn't Spineless!! Would you be willing to do a part 3?? Where reader and the crew are visiting an island and run into readers ex? Since they ex was toxic/abusive, reader obviously feels afraid. How would Luffy and the crew react? Luffy comforting reader? I hope you’re well <33

Hey so I went totally overboard hope that's alright. I ended up making this way too long and I have a book report to do so I'll make this the 3rd part and the next one will be the last part cuz I don't wanna dwell on this too long. Hope that's good.

Kindness Isn't Spineless

Luffy x Gn!Reader. Lots of fluff, the strawhats are here too. Happiness all around. TW: small allusion to abusive ex relationship, reader gets anxious. 2,820~ words.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

“Luffy wait!” You call out to the rubber man as he drags you by the hand happily off of the ship, excited to see a new island. It’s tuckering you out, especially when you’re drowsy from the heat. You try to stop him by standing still, but his arm just stretches as he runs ahead of you. It’s only when it drags you back to him that he realizes what happened, managing to catch you before you slammed into him.

“Woah! Hey you’re being so slow!” He says, putting you down onto your feet.

“I’m trying to be energetic but the nap I took outside ended up just making me sleepier.” You respond, sighing.

“Want me to carry you?” He grins and holds his arms out. You consider that option before shaking your head.

“No, I need to walk around to get rid of the drowsiness anyway.” After declining Luffy nods and almost immediately runs off again, stopping when you squeeze his hand. “Luffy…” You say, your voice stern, and he pouts.

“Sorry…” He doesn’t like being scolded, but listens. It’s not so bad walking like this either, holding hands as he swings them happily. He saved up some allowance so he’s excited to see the kind of food they have here, his eyes shining at the thought. It makes him want to run again but he settles when he sees you looking around.

“It’s pretty here. I know maybe not that different from other islands we’ve been to but they have decorations up. Is there a festival?” You pull Luffy to one of the stalls, buying him an apple to munch on while you ask the stall owner a few questions. As it turns out, there is indeed a festival. It’s why there were other big ships at the dock, people are visiting from other islands to celebrate. “Luffy did you hear that?” You turn to your boyfriend, who nods his head with his cheeks full of apple. He chews a few times before swallowing and licking juice from his lips.

“Festival, right? That’s why they have all the stuff up?” Wow he was actually listening. You give him a kiss on the cheek, earning a “Shi shi shi.” of a happy Luffy. The stall owner mentions that there'll be fireworks too, and even games to play.

“A lot of stall owners are going to be selling food too, which is my personal favorite.” The owner says and Luffy’s eyes light up, looking at you in excitement.

“We’re staying for the festival, Luffy. I doubt the others would want to miss it either. From what the owner said there’s some historic significance to it, we should tell Robin that when we see her.” Luffy seems uninterested until you add “She’ll be happy.” and then he seems more interested.

“Let’s go find her!” He yells, quickly grabbing another apple before he drags you away. He backtracks for a quick second to pay and then you both are actually off, Luffy picking you up and running around looking for your crewmates to give the news. You find Zoro and Nami, Nami seems interested.

“Ooo a festival, yeah we’ll stay.” The prospect of wearing cute clothes and walking around in pretty scenery is appealing to her, especially when she thinks of all the rich bastards that’ll probably come. “Huhuhu.. I’m not giving you more allowance for the festival though, spend it wisely. Unless you want to take out a loan, of course~” She says with a sly smile.

“Crazy woman.” Zoro mumbles and she tugs his ear. “Ow!” They bicker a bit but Zoro also agrees. The festival itself is okay, but the real thing that interests him is the festive alcohol.

“I’m a crazy woman for wanting money but focusing on only alcohol in a beautiful festival is sane?” Nami asks with a scoff and Zoro scowls.

“Okay let's find the others!” Luffy says quickly, picking you back up and running off after waving bye to Nami and Zoro. You find Chopper and Usopp next.

“Festival? Yeah I heard about it, my great great great grandfather actually held the first festival of this island. I even have an ancient relic of the past-” Usopp starts and you cover his mouth before he starts rambling, you’ll take that as a yes.

“What about you Chopper?” You ask the small reindeer and he nods.

“Sounds super fun!” He says excitedly, hopping a little. “They’ll have cotton candy too, right?” You nod and he hops more. “Then let’s stay! I’ll go buy all the things I need before they close up shop for the festival!” With that, the little reindeer runs off with Usopp.

You find Brook and Jinbe next, people glancing at the sight of a huge fishman and a skeleton just sitting drinking tea. “Yohoho, a festival? I agree, what about you Jinbe-san?” Brook turns to Jinbe.

“I agree as well, festivals are always a nice thing to celebrate; especially with friends.” He says with a smile.

“Very wise, Jinbe-san.” Brook says, taking a sip of his tea. “Thinking of spending time with friends at a festival... it brings a tear to my eye, not that I have one! Yohohoho!” Him and Jinbe laugh at his joke, you two leaving after saying bye.

“We already got majority vote, can we go eat now?” Luffy asks as you two actually walk around normally this time.

“True, but this is fun, isn’t it? Telling news to the crew. Plus, didn’t you hear what Nami said? We gotta spend our money wisely. Saving it for the festival food sounds way better.” You tell Luffy and he pouts a little, then grins.

“Okay! And yeah, this is fun!” He says, quickly hugging you. You hug him back, then go back on your festival informant mission. Franky stayed on the Sunny, he didn’t need to buy anything and instead took the chance to look over the Sunny while protecting it. There are a lot of other ships around after all, there’s no telling if one of them is hostile and tries something. “FRANKKYYYY!!!” Luffy yells from the dock up to the ship. A few moments and the cyborg replies.

“Yeah!?” He yells back and Luffy wraps one arm around you, stretching the other to grab onto the Sunny. It launches you both up and onto the ship, in front of Franky.

“There’s gonna be a festival! Fireworks and meat!” Luffy says, excited, and Franky grins.

“Festival? So that’s why there’s so many ships around.” The cyborg notes. “You both want to stay for that, right? Sounds Super!”

“You’re not gonna celebrate?” You ask with a frown and he shakes his head.

“Someone has to look after the Sunny, marines and other pirates might try something.” He explains and both you and Luffy frown. “Cheer up! I’ll be able to see the fireworks from here!” He says, but you and Luffy still seem a little bummed. Franky is mature despite his personality, he has a point. You don’t want him to be alone though, besides the Sunny. Luffy kisses you on the cheek.

“Well, it’s his choice. C’mon we still have Sanji and Robin!” The captain says, spreading his happy energy to you. It makes you feel better; plus, you doubt with some of the crews’ personalities that he’ll be alone for long. You two hop off of the ship and spot Sanji holding groceries, he must be bringing them back to stock the ship.

“Oh, Sanji!” You call out but Luffy beats you to it, grabbing onto Sanji’s shoulders and launching to him.

“Sanji!!” He yells and the cook jolts.

“Luffy you idiot I’m holding things!” He says, but it’s too late and Luffy slams into him. Thankfully, experience and leg strength helps him stay upright. Luffy pulls back enough to look at him.

“Sanji, there’s gonna be a festival!” The captain announces and Sanji’s eyes widen.

“A festival?” He asks and the words echo in his head. ‘Festival… festival..’ His thoughts go to the women crowding the streets in festive clothing, giggling and having fun. Nami and Robin in their prettiest clothes, eating food and playing games. Sanji playing the games for them, winning prizes and offering it to them like the goddesses they are. He can already hear their voices thanking him, praising him, bestowing their beautiful presence upon him.

“Sanji! Sanji! Hello??” You pat his cheek and he snaps out of it.

“Yes I’ll stay for the ladi- the festival.” He quickly answers, blood trickling from his nose to Luffy’s laughter. The rubber man lets go of Sanji, landing on the ground and turning to you.

“We just need Robin now!” He says, having fun on this mission you’ve made.

“Robin-chan should be near the outskirts of the island, saying there were ruins here she’s interested in." Sanji's face darkens. "I wanted to go with her, but I needed to buy groceries.” He seems genuinely bummed. “I can’t keep a lady waiting for me.”

“Cool! Let’s go!” Luffy's too used to Sanji’s woes to take them seriously. You give the cook a pat on the back before you two leave. When you’re at the outskirts of the island you realize you don’t know which part of the island she went to.

“Maybe we should’ve asked around if anyone knows where the ruins are.” You mumble to yourself, bearing the curse of hindsight.

“We just gotta look around, right? Robin always shows up!” Luffy says, swinging your held hands.

“True, Robin tends to appea- AAHH!” You jump with a yelp when you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning around quickly to see a chuckling Robin.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” She says with a smile as you put a hand to your chest, your heart thumping. Luffy seems unaffected, just excited to complete the mission.

“Robin! They’re having a festival! There’s gonna be meat and history too but meat and fireworks and meat!” Luffy rambles and Robin nods.

“I heard, I was going to tell you all when we met up but it looks like you two beat me to it.” She says.

“Great! Everyone knows now so we can go eat!” Your captain exclaims, forgetting about your earlier statement of saving for the festival.

“Luffy…” You sigh and Robin chuckles again, able to make out the context.

“Well, eating a bit beforehand shouldn’t hurt, right?” She suggests and Luffy quickly nods.

“Don’t instigate him!” You stare at her, betrayed. She gently shakes her head.

“They’ll most likely make the festival food more expensive, it’s better for him to not hold his hunger." The archeologist points out. “Luffy won’t fill up, but it should help.” She has a point.

“True…” There’s also valid concern that he might eat everything before the festival, but there could be some shops that are selling non-festive food that won't sell during the festival. You might even be able to get some for cheap depending on what it is. “Thanks Robin.”

“Have fun~” She says before you two walk off. You and Luffy go to multiple places that sell food, buying anything that won’t sell during the festivities. It helps Luffy a bit, and he pats his stomach with a content sigh.

“You aren’t gonna eat more?” He asks you and you shake your head.

“I ate enough, I’ll save the rest for the stalls.” You say and he shrugs.

“Well, okay!” He kisses you, tastes like the ham sandwich he just ate.

………………………..

Festival time! It’s bright and colorful, celebrating the moon’s creation apparently. It used to be a more elegant celebration, but time passed and people wanted to celebrate in the best way they knew how. Fun! Games and food stalls galore. You and the rest of the crew walk around, admiring everything. Luffy, thanks to Robin’s genius, gets to eat skewers with “moon sauce” whatever that is. It tastes good, you know that much. When you’re walking around you hear some whispers.

“Did you hear Mante is gonna be here?” Your heart drops as you hear the two people speaking.

“Mante? The hottie dancer?” The other person asks. “The one who works with that charity for the homeless?” Fuck, that’s definitely him.

“Yeah, apparently he’s dancing here for the festival. He’s using 70% of the profits he gets for his charity!”

“No way! Apparently dancing here is a ton of pressure! Giving most of the berri away, that’s crazy.”

“His good looks match his heart, I guess.” With that, the two people leave. Your heart pounds in your chest, this is bad, this is really bad. You knew he was getting popular but you didn’t know he would appear here.

“(Y/n)?” Luffy, munching on a moon themed pie, says your name. You’re out of it, only coming to when he presses his forehead to yours. You jolt.

“Luffy, you scared me.” You respond, getting startled for the second time today.

“You were spacing out all weird, what happened? Do you know this Mante guy?” He asks and you sigh.

“Y-Yeah, I used to know him…” Your voice is bitter and Luffy tilts his head in confusion.

“Does he suck at dancing or something?” The captain assumes from your reaction.

“No, no, he’s good. He wouldn’t be this popular if he actually sucked.” Your sigh only makes him more confused.

“What is it then?” He asks but you’re hesitant to answer, not wanting to ruin the fun by saying he’s your ex. Before he can push more, the sound of music starts. It calms you for a second before your eyes trail to a platform, on it are various dancers; and in the middle is the person of your nightmares. He’s handsome, maybe even more handsome than before in his beautiful dancer clothing. Luffy swallows the pie in his mouth, furrowing his brows as he follows your gaze to the dancer. He doesn’t know what’s going on but he knows you look scared. He quickly finishes the rest of the pie and grabs your hand. “Fireworks are way better anyway, let’s go somewhere else.”

“Where are you guys going?” Chopper, holding cotton candy, asks. He notices your pale complexion and gets worried. “Are you okay? Did you eat too much?” You shake your head and he frowns, holding up his cotton candy to you. “Want something sweet?” You shake your head again and he looks really worried.

“It’s okay Chopper, I’m just a little nervous. Maybe I just need to go somewhere quiet for a bit.” You tell the little reindeer and he nods, still staring at you. He pulls out some chewable tablets.

“Just in case it is your stomach, chew two of these and you should feel a little better.” The doctor says and you take the tablet, pocketing them.

“T-Thanks.” You mumble.

“What’s going on? Did you get constipated?” A voice behind you says, Zoro. He’s with Usopp and Nami, holding whatever they buy or win.

“Ohh is that it? Are you constipated?” Luffy turns to you and you shake your head again. The assumption is a little funny, but it isn’t really helping your nerves.

“Stop assuming gross stuff.” Nami says, annoyed. She walks over to you. “You’re just feeling anxious right? Robin is thinking about going back to the ship if you wanna go with her.” The offer is really tempting, the problem is that you also really don’t want to ruin things for Luffy. Of course, he can choose to have fun without you and leave you to Robin and Franky. He trusts them to keep you safe like this, but there’s also a chance he might be too worried to leave you alone. You can’t properly predict which one it’ll be with him, plus you do want to have fun with him around here. The thought of losing that because of him makes you angry.

“I’ll go somewhere with less people for a bit, then I'll come back for the fireworks.” You settle with and she nods.

“Well, okay.” Nami says, turning around to see Zoro trying to wander off. She quickly grabs him and pushes him to Usopp. “Make sure he doesn’t run off.” She tells him. Usopp doesn’t really want to, but Nami is scarier than Zoro. “I’ll see you, then. Don’t hesitate to go back to the ship if you need to.” She says and Chopper nods.

“I won’t.” You respond and Luffy looks at you, tightening his hold on your hand.

“I’m coming with you.” He says and you look at him.

“You don’t have to, I’ll be ba-”

“Nuh uh, I wanna go with you. I wanna rest too.” He doesn’t want to leave you alone, walking around without you wouldn’t be as fun anyway. You sigh in relief.

“Mkay, let’s go then.” To be honest you don’t wanna be completely alone either. You’re scared being alone might just make the thoughts come back. With that, you both leave after saying seeya to Nami, Zoro, Usopp, and Chopper. 'I just want to have fun without thinking of him.'

[dr-loverman]

Soooooooo guess who remembered that i should prob post smt on this acc :)) I've been been busy at school and shi and didn't feel like drawing anything ;P so i decided to draw smt on my phone real quick :3

I made poob from regretevatror since me and my brother started playing it more often and i really like his design :3 he's so silly :p

He not very good at skateboarding 😔😔😔

Infected is just in the corner 😭 i got lazy

OK I know i said real quick but uhhh

I kinda went overboard 😭 but anyways 🙄 enjoy :D

[mrghostrat]

Can vamp!Aziraphale be seen in older photography that used silver? I know that was the theory going around several years ago (and that vampires can be seen in modern mirrors because they're cheap like that now lol)

I think a lot of people kind of shied away from the theory after a while, 'cause people were treating it as fact and kinda um...went overboard with it 😅

yes! he just can’t have it touch his skin. my theory for the mirror thing is that its a reflection of your soul, and vampires left their mortal souls behind when they died & turned. meanwhile photography is just an impression of light exposure

[pianokantzart]

I’ve noticed quite a few fans are hoping the movie’s sequel will take bigger risks than the first one and have more dark and angsty moments. While I would like to see it, too, realistically, it should not go overboard to the point where the rating becomes PG-13 instead of PG.

What do you think? What are the limits to how many dark/intense moments can be included in a future movie without it becoming PG-13?

Technically, there are a lot of things a movie can do and still have a PG rating. All Dogs Go To Heaven and Watership Down have a PG rating while having a good deal of violent imagery and themes revolving around death.

I don't think the threat of accidentally bumping things up to a PG-13 will be what keeps the second Mario Movie lighthearted so much as Illumination's child-friendly reputation. Then there's Nintendo, who... while not afraid to get serious at times... still have a very colorful/lighthearted vibe connected to their main mascot.

Honestly, I was surprised they went as dark as they did in the movie we got. They never shied away from the fact that Mario and Luigi could die at any moment, and Bowser was even more violent and threatening than his game counterpart. That "let's see how tough this Mario is when he watches me kill his brother!" line genuinely surprised me.

Overall, I don't think they're going to make the sequel much darker than the original. Will they up the anti? of course! but they'll do it in a fun, colorful, adventurous way rather than an angsty way. Our biggest hope is the 1-up mushroom coming into play, yet even then I suspect the (bloodless) death of the doomed character would last for a very brief span of time. But it would be wild if they had one of the Mario Brothers watch the other die, even if said death only lasts for a few moments.

[junowritings]

“ i wish you were here. or i was there. just… i wish we were back together again. “

With Rollo, maybe? I want to see how he feels about Yuu going back to a magicless world, but magic being (probably) the only solution to see each other again. If you don't write Rollo, maybe Silver? Please and thank you! :D

Did I binge the entire event just so I could write for this guy? Yes.

Did I end up getting a lil attached to the guy and went overboard on this prompt? Also yes

Absolutely living for the confliction this guy would be going through, and I had a bunch of lil potential ideas but this one won out in the end. I did want to add another bit near the end but the ending felt a bit off so maybe I'll save that for another time.

I hope you enjoy and thank you sm for requesting~! <3

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It seems that magic is once again taking something he loves away from him.

No, that wasn’t quite right, and Rollo knows it. But a bitter part deep in his soul rationalizes it as such, if only to help dull the unfamiliar ache that twists tight between his ribs as he counts down the minutes. 

He can’t be there to see you off in your departure. Even should his steadfast resolve crumble and he resort to magical means of transport to cross the distance between Noble Bell and Night Raven, by this point there was no way that he would make it in time. He’s sure that many of your fellow students have been able to say their goodbyes in all the ways that he can’t - have hugged and held you and wiped tears from your cheeks. All giving you a comfort that he cannot provide.

Instead he’s reduced to a mere voice, from the grainy receiver of the phone Crowley had given you months ago; once just a lump of plastic to keep in touch now one of the only remaining connections that he has to you as he clutches his own in a white knuckled grip.

Sharp footfalls echo upon ancient wood as he paces back and forth atop the belltower, far removed from anyone foolish enough to interrupt or pry. From the corner of his eye the bell of Solace is illuminated by the last dregs of the evening sun, a luminescent golden glow that still clings to the light even as the sky gradually darkens as though fighting with the inevitable. The irony isn’t lost on him, and discomfort washes across his features momentarily before he levels that expression and collects himself, turning to more important matters.

Namely, the fact that you’ve gone quiet on the other end of the line.

Your thinly veiled attempts at pleasantries have long since faded, and Rollo is loath to admit that the absence of your voice has an unease coiling in his chest. Just days ago you would have gladly talked his ear off about the most mundane of things; of the latest exploits of your magic possessing peers and the things that you had learned. You never shied away from speaking your mind; to think when you’d started Rollo had found it tedious, but the silence on the call now is far worse. Of course it would dawn on him too late the extent of which he depends on something as simple as your words. Now, there is only so much to talk about before the unspoken reality which hangs in the air becomes too charged to ignore.

“It’s right here, Rollo.” your voice is so quiet he would have missed it were he not intent on listening, and he feels himself tense at the disbelieving awe in your voice. “So close I can literally reach out and touch it. I…”

You trail off, and he hears the dull scrape of what is surely your fingers dragging along the surface of the artifact responsible for returning you home. The noise of the latent magic whirring to life, thrumming at your touch has the hairs on the back of his neck raise as his pacing abruptly screeches to a halt. He fights to hold his tongue, wanting to shout at you to get away from the wretched thing as though you’ll listen to him. It would be a waste of words falling to deaf ears, and the sigh he hears on the other line is warped by the crackle of white noise as he listens.

If he closes his eyes, Rollo finds momentary comfort in a falsified reality. In his mind's eye he is no longer in the belltower, but stands by your very side as you face the magical artifact destined to return you to the magicless world you once knew. He can see your face clearly as though you’re standing right before him, soft expression marred by furrowed brows and that sharp concentrated gaze that had given his heart pause the first time he’d seen it. He can even imagine the way the thumb of the hand holding your phone brushes the battered casing as you speak to him. 

You’d joked once that it was like you were hoping he’d feel it through the receiver, a small gesture to make up for the distance between the two of you. Back then he had been blunt in retorting that you could simply transfer to Noble Bell College if it was truly such a hassle, a comment once made if only to hide the way his voice had wavered. Now Rollo wishes that he’d been more firm in his suggestion. Doing so would have given him time; a selfish reasoning, but he’s never been above being selfish. He bemoans the missed opportunity, the chance to monopolize your precious time secure in the knowledge that you were in the safest place that this magic riddled world could possibly afford you - his side.

It is the crackle of the phone speaker that frees Rollo from his reverie, the image dissolving like a snuffed flame. He hadn’t realized he’d stopped at the edge of the tower, free hand gripping the railing tight as he turned away from the ancient bones of wood and metal to look out over the city. Up here, so far removed from the disorder and vibrancy that made up Fleur city’s soul, Rollo often allowed himself moments of peace, to unshoulder the self imposed burdoneus task that had made up all of his days before he met you. The desire still burned beneath his skin, prodding at memories like open wounds, but for months you had been there to bind them up, stemming the tide to what was sure to be another lapse later down the line. What would happen in your absence? 

He would find out the answer to that in mere moments.

The soft call of his name brings Rollo back to you, and he can hear the tremble in your tone.

“I wish you were here.” your voice cuts softly through the speaker, a quiet confession. “Or I was there. just… I wish we were back together again.”

How cruel. You’re moments away from leaving this world behind, leaving him to deal with these magically infused miscreants and halfwits; and yet you’re the one baring your soul to him through the phone? Had you not caused enough torment by forcing him to accommodate for the loss of your presence?

“Is this really okay?” you ask, and it takes him a moment to realize that you’re not just speaking aloud anymore; you’re asking him directly. “Can I really go?”

All at once that selfishness burns like liquid fire, fierce through his veins and into his heart. Rollo almost demands that you stay where you are, at least until he can get to you. You would wait, if he asked; of course you would. But the request curls up and burns pitifully in his throat until the cinders sit heavy on his tongue, unspoken for fear of what it would bring.

You were never from this world to begin with, it’s a fact he has to remind himself of often. You’ve made no secret of where you came from, the things you left behind and lost. Here you were, the magicless perfect uprooted from your home, your family and your life and thrust into a place so unlike your own. It was only natural to yearn for that which was taken from you. But you were asking him if you should go, now that you finally had a chance to return?

You don’t need permission; you just don’t want to make that decision to leave everything behind again. 

Very well then, he’ll make the choice for you.

“...Rollo? Say something, please-”

“I won’t stop you.”

He hears your breath hitch as you pause mid-sentence, imagines the look of shock no doubt on your face as you clutch your phone to your ear as though you heard him wrong. What did you expect him to say? Did you expect him to beg and plead and demand that you bend to his own selfish wants at the cost of your own safety? You fumble over yourself, trying to think of a response to such a blunt comment; where usually such words would be met with sarcasm or snark on your end, he’s now rendered you speechless.

“That world of yours is far safer than any refuge I could offer you in this one.” he reasons, fighting to keep his voice level as he speaks into the receiver.  “We will both sleep sounder in the knowledge that you are finally where you belong.”

There’s conviction behind his words. He truly believes that you’ll be safer in that magicless world you call home, safe from any of the dangers Twisted Wonderland could hope to harm you with. Of that he is sure…

But if that is true, why does that knot between his ribs insist on twisting so?

“Of course, you’re right.” The breath you let out is shaky, and he’s sure that there’s a tremble in your hands as he hears that familiar whirr of accumulating magic on the other end of the line.

Rollo steels himself for what comes, forces himself to listen to your voice over the hum of the magic mirror as you give your well wishes and hopes for a future he can be proud of. These are very well the last words you may ever speak to him; he’ll record them to memory even if he has to carve them on his very soul. Your departure won’t eradicate you from this world so long as he carries the proof of your existence-

“Take care, Rollo-”

There is no chance to say goodbye. The line cuts off abruptly, the sudden blast of white noise making him hiss as he pulls the phone away from his ear. He has no way to respond, no opportunity to give you the words of farewell that he’d had burning into his mind from the moment the call had started. Instead he can only scowl, expression darkening into something pained seeing that the call’s still going, but there’s no one on the other end to receive it. You hadn’t hung up, and for a fleeting moment his heart sinks realizing that the one form of communication that he had to you is severed. 

Just like that you had absconded from this world, as you had wished to do for so long. This is what you had wanted from the very moment you’d stepped foot into a land that wasn’t your own, and what he had wished for you from the second he’d learned of your plight.

This was for the best.

The phone is useless to him now, dropped carelessly to the side as he allows himself to sink fully against the railing, limbs suddenly feeling as though lead courses through his veins as he buries his face into his hands. It takes too long to compose himself, far too long to quell the shake in his shoulders and the tremble in his lip in an attempt to maintain a modicum of the facade he used so well. His arms drop to the railing, fingers sliding over ancient wood and holding tight to ground himself as the words repeat in his head.

This was for the best.

It had to be.

His eyes are drawn to his hand, to the finger where his signature bejeweled ring had once been. It’s with you now, slipped into your hands during your last visit to Fleur city when you’d tugged him toward you and held him close until steered you to the nearest shop stall to distract you long enough to get his reddened cheeks under control. Your face had brightened in the widest smile once you realized what he’d pressed between your palms, asking if it was really okay to keep it even as he scolded you for the ceaseless pestering. Such a material thing mattered little compared to the person wearing it, he’s rationed. Were it really such a point of guilt, you could always bring it back on your next visit.

If only he had known that there would be no next visit; he would have provided something more fitting for you to remember him by.

Rollo wonders if you still keep it close; are you wearing it now? Perhaps on a chain around your neck or resting snug upon your hand. It doesn’t matter, so long as that miniscule item, that part of him is carried with you to the next world where he cannot follow.

…or can he?

[kawaii-claw-machine]

We've never requested from a bah blog so hopefully we're doing this right! We weren't sure what to put for some since our new alter is very fuzzy and we don't know much about them yet! We love your theme btw:0 -c

Name: something girly and short

Pronouns: any cute/"girly" neos

Age: any

Gender identity: xenic

Sexuality: aroacespec

Role: gatekeeper of some kind?

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Likes:

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Aesthetic: candycore

Species: human

Source: brainmade

Personality/Short description:

Faceclaim:

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Name: Avery / Oreo / Miyah

Pronouns: She/Her Shi/Hir Shy/Hyr They/Them Bow/Bows Fri/Frill Pink/Pinks Candy/Candys Swe/Sweet Cu/Cute Wi/Wish Bun/Bunny Paw/Paws Xe/Xir XD/XD’s 🎀/💗/🐶/🐈/🐰/���

Age: Perma14 (Regresses to 6)

Gender Identity: Bowgender, Lacegirl, Cutekittybowic, Cutegender, Catgender, Bunnylexic

Sexuality: Aroace spectrum, Lesbian

Role: Gatekeeper, Overseer, Frijōn

Positive front triggers: Headmates shi likes being in front, Animals, Zoo’s, The color pink, Things with fluffy textures, Sweets and candy.

Negative front triggers: Being overstimulated and overwhelmed, Being alone.

Likes: Bunny’s, Cute animals, Sanrio, My little pony, Madoka Magica, Talking to their headmates, Making friends, Rainbows, Fluffy things, Hats with floppy ears, Bows, Sweet foods and cereals.

Dislikes: Being negatively triggered, Fronting alone, Bully’s, Vegtables.

Aesthetic: Candycore, Cutecore, 2000score, Slightly scenecore (loves making and wearing kandi)

Species: Human, Mentally part cat, bunny and dog.

Source: Brainmade

Kins: PinkiePie (My Little Pony), Madoka (Madoka magica) My Melody (Sanrio) Catkin, Dogkin, Bunnykin

Personality/Short description: Xe is a kind and friendly person, they get along with everyonee and candy lovesss annoying XD’s headmates. when shy is alone they feel sad but when pink is with people or sweets headmates wi feels so happy! Definitely an extroverted person.

Typing quirk: Always types in lower case because uppercase letters look “too angery”, Uses faces such as XD, XP, :3, and replaces ‘.’s with ‘!’s, Drags their letters out and always uses correct punctuation.

Example message: hiiii, im so excited to see the play! :3

Extra: Bun is selectively verbal, they are verbal sometimes, but sometimes they go non verbal, usually when negatively triggered. Bow is also a bunny, cat and dog therian, although they don’t like telling people about it. Hir favourite candy are those candy watches, candy bracelets and candy necklaces. XD

Faceclaim:

All this can be changed to fit you’re system

This was suuupperr fun to make so sorry if i went a bit overboard lol xd, and don’t worry your request was perfect!

!! Reblog if you use !!

* Headmates may not turn out as you imagine and that’s okay ! *

This order was packaged by Cheri and Molly

[feathersketchcreations]

Finished!!! those who do ask, yeh, the audio IS indeed Brandon Rogers (THANK YOU BRANDON AAAA) I got a video from the official blitz VA Brandon himself when I went to lvl up expo and he gave me permission to animate this. Brandon gave me TOO MUCH POWER when he gave me permission to ANIMATE the video he did for me of Blitz saying things to REMI AAAA may of went a lil bit overboard with the shading but it was my first time kinda compositing in Adobe after effects. context: I ship Blitz and Remi in my au, and I managed to get a video from Brandon Rogers saying this. as blitz. to REMI and I screamed internally holy shi- proof: Full video of Brandon himself saying this for meeee: https://youtube.com/shorts/fLYx_7bJdR4?si=6aT4axkCyqsfSZbF I had a really nice experience meeting him at lvlup expo. he thought the lil fanship I have was cute and I fucking died #helluvaboss #helluvabossBlitz #helluvabossfanart #helluvabossoc

[mxtxfanatic]

I agree that Shi Shanyan went a little overboard, but y’all not serious saying that he should have spared the life of the person y’all paid to kill him just because that person said “sorry.”

[peachykoii]

Before I forget!!

Here are the WIPs for the paint studies that I’ll be working on here and there! 💤🎨✨

I went overboard and added a teensy bit more characters though, lol 💀���

(I also forgot Ren Shi’s and Feng Xun’s clothes, lol)

[mimimar]

beefleaf as kuromi & my melody for this month’s patreon request~♡

[septiseph]

I just realized I’ve never fully colored my mellingo fanarts so I colored 2 pics from this post as practice

[shisei11]

I’ve spent a week binge-watching the magnus archives and now i can finally look into the fandom without the fear of spoilers

[wangxianist-archive]

so apparently the nielan tag is kinda dry so here’s a flower / tattoo shop au for my fellow nielan-ers (warning, it’s long af):

nmj runs a flower shop with his brother nhs and lxc moves into the abandoned shop next to theirs and turns it into a tattoo shop (jc works alongside him with wn as their apprentice)

when the shop opens, nhs gives the trio a pie to share and to return the favor, lxc bakes cupcakes. he takes them over to the flower shop looking for nhs but instead meets nmj instead

lxc stares like a complete fool cuz nmj is like hot as fuck. also the store is hot since the ac broke so he’s (nmj) sweaty and his clothes stick to him

nmj totally thinks it’s cute that he stares and lets him for a few seconds before saying anything and tries not to laugh when lxc jumps in surprise

after lxc gives him the cupcakes, he hightails back to his shop and tells jc and wn what happens and they’re like “did you get his number?” but ofc lxc didn’t get his number cuz he’s a bit of an idiot

despite that, nhs likes lxc and to keep the friendship going, they exchange food and recipes

wn and jc ask lxc if he’s ever going to go back to the flower shop and befriend the other nie brother and lxc makes so many excuses on why he shouldn’t go, however, fates a bitch and nmj strolls in and looks him dead in the eyes and straight up tells him that he doesn’t like being avoided

lxc feels horrible abt it and asks how to make it up to him and nmj invites him to dinner, giving him a slip of paper with his number and address. jc and wn help him pick out an outfit

dinner goes extremely well. seeing the brothers bicker and bitch at each other while they cook makes lxc miss for his brother a lot (they don’t live in the same place anymore)

though business starts to boom for lxc’s tattoo shop, they still keep in touch whenever they can. whether they’re texting or one visits the other’s shop. face to face meetings end up with a lot of hardcore flirting and it annoys the hell out of wn, jc, and nhs cuz the two dance around each other and won’t admit that they like each other

finally the trio forces them on a date despite their protests and the two end up having a good time. after that they go on a handful of dates though both of them still dance around each other much to their friends / brother’s dismay

they finally (finally) have their first kiss when it hits new years, in the midst of celebrating people and the fireworks display

the couple is disgustingly sappy around each other, to the point where the others would fake gag or tell them to get a room

nmj’s nickname for lxc is dumpling cuz whenever they’ll eat out, lxc would often stuff too much food in his mouth and his cheeks would puff out. lxc’s nickname for nmj is sugar bear cuz he’s one, huge and two, has a major sweet tooth

their first year anniversary, they both get matching initial tattoos on their wrists

[klashta-neali]

Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian roleswap AU.... I have....... a lot of ideas

(with potential for ningsang, wangxian, or ningxian. nothing set in stone yet)

Introducing Wen Ying, known by most as Wen Wuxian, the prodigious brother of the just as highly regarded doctor Wen Qing.

And also introducing Wei Ning, sometimes known as Wei Qionglin, the meek martial brother of Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli.

Jiang Yanli is very protective of Wei Ning, and defends him whenever possible, but he receives little attention. He's just a servant's son, even though Jiang Fengmian still spoils him. His timid nature makes it difficult for Yu Ziyuan to be so furious at him, seeing how he really does his best to avoid trouble.

Wei Ning's cultivation skills aren't too bad, but it's certainly below Jiang Cheng's level. The only thing he's better at than his shidi is archery, where he shines at competitions due to Jiang Cheng's encouragement.

Things that are different: Wei Ning and Jiang Cheng have a much better sibling relationship, even though Jiang Cheng is still sometimes jealous of how his father coddles and spoils him. But he himself can't help but want to do the same for Wei Ning. There is much less competition, and they're simply good friends. As well, Wei Ning would act as a damper for Jiang Cheng's temper, instead of aggravating it like Wei Wuxian does.

Meanwhile, Wen Wuxian catches the attention of Wen Ruohan and even some people outside of the Wen sect. Because of this attention, Wen Qing gets even more recognition. The two of them are like a power sibling duo: the prodigious healer and the prodigious young cultivator. Wen Ruohan is quick to harness Wen Wuxian's power for his conquering plans. He is made to lead armies and given similar ranking power as Wen Xu and Wen Chao. But soon, after seeing the carnage that Wen Ruohan wants him to further cause, and coming from a healers' branch, he boldly tells Wen Ruohan that he is quitting the battlefield. He summararily gets kicked out of the Wen sect.

Meanwhile, when they go to study at Cloud Recesses, Wei Ning still goes with Jiang Cheng. His cultivation level is significant enough to be allowed to go. I imagine that he possibly either was discouraged from, or was not very encouraged to do a lot of cultivation practice in canon, so being so close to the main family this time, he could have a higher cultivation level. After all, he would've spent less time learning healing and medicine from Wen Qing. I think he would've instead learned a lot from Jiang Yanli, like cooking.

Anyway, there's definitely no attraction from Lan Wangji. Instead, Nie Huaisang is the one that falls for the sweet Wei Ning of Yunmeng Jiang, Wei Ning who is far too innocent to indulge Huaisang's dirtier interests, but would gladly listen to him talk about art. Wei Ning makes a completely opposite impression on Lan Qiren: what a perfect guest disciple of the Gusu Lan Sect! He never once punishes him to copy rules. Instead, he and Nie Huaisang study together, and while Wei Ning indulges Huaisang's more innocent artistic interests, he encourages him to study hard too. Huaisang would confess a lot of his family troubles to Wei Ning, who would do a bit of the same. They become easy friends, and if the relationship ever moves further, I imagine it would happen in the trope style of "but he's my best friend; I can't tell him I have feelings for him or it'll ruin the friendship" on both sides.

Back to Wen Ying, a now kicked-out Wen Wuxian escapes to Gusu Lan Sect for refuge......

He's refused at first. He was not the one that burned down Cloud Recesses, but certainly, that did happen. But eventually, he is accepted when he proves his sincerity and well, there's also the fact that he's already kicked out of the Wen Sect.

That reminds me, Xuanwu cave...... Wei Qionglin would not aggravate Wen Chao like that, but he would protect and defend Mianmian. He'd probably manage to escape with the others, and thus no one stays behind nor slays the Xuanwu.

ALTERNATIVELY (I like this version better), Wen Wuxian is sent in place of Wen Chao (if this is before he protests and gets kicked out). Wen Chao (along with Wen Zhuliu) are sent elsewhere. The prodigious Wen Wuxian is thought to be enough without needing Wen Zhuliu. Wen Wuxian follows along with Wen Ruohan's orders for the most part, but clearly reluctantly. (note: yes, Wen Chao's girl is still with Wen Chao and not here in this case. there's no replacement. it's just Wen Ying with some other Wen cultivators.)

He doesn't want to be leading the other cultivators to the Xuanwu cave without their swords either. But at least he still has Suibian (I imagine Wen Qing could've helped name it in this case). When the beast awakens, he actually leads the other cultivators to try and defeat it. "Even if you don't have your own swords, we can still try our best!" he insists, and it's here that Lan Wangji first meets him. He's a Wen, and Lan Wangji hates him at first. But he sees his reluctance, his heroic nature, and when, some months later when Wen Ruohan's orders become too cruel for Wen Wuxian to go on and he shows up at the entrance to Gusu Lan sect......

Well, we all know wangxian is just destined to happen, isn't it.

But meanwhile, there's ningsang, look at the ningsang!!

When the Wens destroy Lotus Pier (Wen Ying had already defected by then), Wei Ning finally becomes tougher. It was like a wake up call. Despite it certainly not being his fault, he's convinced that if only he was stronger, he could've done more to stop this. As Jiang Cheng clings to him in a hug and sobs and grieves, Wei Ning vows to do better, he vows to protect his shidi even at his own expense. Jiang Cheng can't hate Wei Ning, can't blame him, because look at him, how could he? He was the opposite of a troublemaker.

Anyway I'm kinda skipping around but, archery competition. Wen Wuxian wins first place, earning much prestige for the Wens despite them having no one else who scored even in the top 10. Wei Ning, who certainly has no nervousness when shooting since his shidi actually encouraged this talent of his, wins 4th, beating Jiang Cheng who lands sixth.

(the ranking was Wen Wuxian, Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji (who didn't forfeit this time), Wei Qionglin, Jin Zixuan, Jiang Cheng. This earns him a bit of ire from Jin Zixuan...)

I like to imagine that, since Wei Ning would be very close with Nie Huaisang from when they studied together, at some point he might even seek refuge with the Nie sect. I'm not quite sure where/when this fits in yet, though....

Wen Wuxian might still be the one to invent demonic cultivation. Furious at him for defecting, Wen Ruohan sends Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu after him, and he still gets thrown into the burial mounds.

On the other hand, I haven't decided on a lot of things for this AU. Who saves Jiang Cheng when he runs back to Lotus pier and gets his golden core destroyed? Wei Ning would go look for him, but well, would Wen Wuxian still be there? And how would Wen Wuxian know Wei Ning, even if he is?

I'm not sure. This is a really wild idea but I wanted to see where it goes and now I'm stuck.... I'm not even sure who'll invent demonic cultivation anymore. Could Wei Qionglin be the one to do it? I don't know. I really don't know, ahaha! Speaking of which, I'm also hoping to have more NHS interactions in this AU! I promised ningsang after all~!

[little-moonbeam-666]

To Be Wed To A Dragon - Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: SMUT, arranged marriage, loss of virginity, oral (both), a little bit of breeding kink and pregnancy kink, Aemond Targaryen (Yes, he is a whole ass warning), multitude of pet names

Word count: 9k... Y’all I went overboard and I regret nothing

Also my account has been flagged and I’m trying to get it back, so if you could REBLOG this fic that would be a huge help

“My Queen, you wished to speak with me?” you asked politely, folding your hands in front of you to hide your nerves.

The queen had summoned you to her chambers with no explanation and your mind was racing with possibilities. You were sure you hadn’t done anything wrong so you were baffled by the urgent meeting she requested.

“Yes, Y/N, I do.” she spoke. “You have served me personally for several years, have you not?”

“Yes, your grace.” you spoke immediately. 

“Over the past years I have noticed that you haven’t taken any suitors. Why is that? Such a pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t have trouble getting attention from any man you could possibly want.”

You felt your face flush at her words. It wasn’t that you didn’t want their attention, you just didn’t have the time. You were one of the queens ladies in waiting. You didn’t want your time or your job to be compromised.

“I just haven’t had the time, your grace. I prefer to focus my time on serving you and your family.”

She smiled warmly at the mention of her family.

“Then you will understand how important it is when I say that I brought you here involving a family matter.” she said, moving to sit down on the sofa and patting the spot next to her for you to sit. You did as was asked of you, sitting next to her and looking at her for further information. “As you know, Aegon and Helaena have been married to each other for several years now and have given me two beautiful grandchildren.”

You smiled and nodded, having taken care of the children many times.

“Yes, your grace.”

“And yet my son Aemond is still unmarried.” she continued quietly, looking over at you, hoping you would catch on. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you awaited further explanation. “What I am proposing is completely your choice and it will not be held against you if you say no. But after some deep consideration, I believe you to be a near perfect match for Aemond.”

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach at her words. She wanted you to marry Aemond? In the four years you had been working for the royal family you weren’t even sure he’d spoken a single word to you, only nodding at you when you’d fill his cup during supper. He was quiet and kept to himself, but you’d seen him training in the courtyard many times. He wasn’t only quiet, but he was deadly.

Honestly, you were terrified of the prince. But not for the same reasons most women shied away from him. You’d heard the whispers from the other women, about how he’d lost his eye as a child and the trauma turned him into a cruel monster. Apparently to the other women, the eye patch was just as intimidating as his precise swordsmanship. But none of that ever scared you. In all honesty, you thought he was beautiful. What scared you was how he watched every movement that every single person in the room made, yourself included. He didn’t have to move or talk or engage with anyone. He may have been silent but he knew everyone in the room better than you ever could.

“Your grace….” you started, unsure of how to speak.

“You don’t have to answer me right away. I can give you a few days off to think about my proposition if you’d like.” she said quickly, not wanting to scare you away.

You didn’t know the prince hardly at all, but he was devilishly handsome. And you didn’t believe the stories that were told about him, painting him as cruel and cold. The thought of marrying him sent a weird feeling through you, your heart beating faster and your stomach fluttering with butterflies. This was an odd feeling to you. You could always say no and return to your daily life and forget this ever happened.

But you were of age and you had no family to speak of. This would gain you a family, a husband, and most likely children. Not only that, but you’d gain royal status as princess. If you did not accept this, you could very well end up living the rest of your life in the silk streets which is the last thing you wanted for yourself. This wasn’t an offer you could easily turn away. You’d made up your mind. No turning back.

“No need to give me time off, your grace.” you said, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I accept.”

Within the hour you had been told to gather your belongings and were shown to your new room, only temporary until you were wed. Queen Alicent had many dresses and jewelry brought up, befitting to a princess, saying you would be joining them for supper to announce your betrothal to her son.

“Your grace, is Prince Aemond aware of our betrothal?” you asked curiously as she sifted through the many dresses, searching for the perfect one for you to wear tonight.

“He knows I’ve been looking for a good match for him but he is not yet aware that I’ve approved of one. He’ll know tonight at supper.” she answered, holding up a dark sapphire blue dress, in what looked like a velvet material, that had no shoulders and plunging neckline that would show off a fair bit of skin. “This will look lovely on you. Unless you prefer a different color? Maybe something red?”

“This one is perfect, your grace. Thank you.” you said, giving her a smile but faltering for a moment. Your nerves were showing. She finally stopped sorting through the clothes and gave you a warm smile, walking over to you.

“You will be perfect for my son no matter what you wear.” she started, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. “He has grown cold since the accident. His childhood was spent mostly alone, never playing with his siblings or his nephews. Only training to become a better fighter. What he needs is a friend… a safe space to be himself. I’m hoping he finds that in you, his wife. Y/N, you are so full of warmth and light. I truly believe that you will be the one to melt the years of pent up ice in his heart.”

With those words, she left, leaving you contemplating what your new role in the royal family would bring. What was Aemond like? Would he be a good husband or would he treat you the same way Aegon treats Helaena? Would he think you were pretty enough? Would he even talk to you at all?

Several hours passed as you spent time taking a bath and getting dressed. You weren’t used to such treatment from the other servants, considering you were one of them just this morning. You were a bit higher ranked than they were considering you were Queen Alicent’s lady in waiting, always dressed nicer than they were as well considering you always had to be seen in public at the Queens side. But the treatment was still foreign to you, not used to being doted on like royalty.

A knock came on your door as you dabbed on some wisteria scented oil, a small betrothal gift from the queen to welcome you into the family. You gave yourself one last once over, smoothing out the front of your dress before opening the door. A guard stood waiting for you.

“Lady Y/N, I’m here to escort you to dinner.”

“Thank you.” you said quietly, following him down the maze of halls until you reached where they were having supper. You held your breath as they opened the large wooden doors, exposing you to your fate. No turning back now.

“Ah, there she is.” Queen Alicent said, standing up to greet you. You took note that all three of her children were giving her an odd look as you made your way to the table, not quite understanding why her lady in waiting was joining them for dinner. You also saw that Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Damon were visiting with their children.

“Good evening, your grace.” you said quietly as you made your way to the vacant chair between her and Aemond. Before you could pull out the chair for yourself, someone else did it for you. Glancing up you saw the gaze of Prince Aemond solely focused on you, his one eye locking on yours. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies as you saw him this closely, his attention on you.

“Thank you, my prince.” you said, sitting down as he pushed the chair in for you. He let out a quiet hum as a response and returned to his seat. When you looked over at the queen you could see her smiling to herself as she still stood beside you.

“I know you’re all wondering why I’ve had Lady Y/N  join us tonight. But you all know she has served me and our family loyally for the past several years, and over those years I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know her.” She started, reaching down to take your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb across your fingers to calm your nerves. “And I believe I know her well enough to say I would love to have her marry within our family.”

She paused, taking in the looks of shock and amusement among everyone's faces. All except one. Aemond. His expression remained stoic, showing no emotion as if his mother wasn’t even speaking. Then Alicent turned to look at her youngest son.

“Aemond, my son, I have found you a suitable wife. I expect you will treat her well, as I’m sure she will be a loving and doting wife for you.”

“Of course, mother.” he said simply, giving her a grin and raising his cup to take a sip of the wine that filled it.

Then everyone began talking at once. You blocked it all out, only nodding and smiling whenever the queen or princess Helaena acknowledged you. You quietly picked at your dinner, trying to ignore the ensuing chaos around you. You only zoned in to the one conversation that was directed at you from across the table.

“Lady Y/N, such a shame you got landed with my younger brother. If you’re ever in need of a good time, come find me. I can’t imagine having to look at that ghastly scar every time you wanted a good fuck.” Aegon said shamelessly, sending a wink your way. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

A loud slam quickly followed from directly next to you, making you jump and the whole room falling silent. You looked to see Aemond’s fists clenched hard, slammed down on the table as he stood up, glaring at his brother.

“Don’t you dare speak to my wife that way! If you ever touch her I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down your fucking throat.” Aemond growled, his one eye practically burning a hole through Aegon’s head.

“Aegon, apologize to Y/N right now!” Alicent seethed, glaring at her oldest child.

“I’m sorry, Lady Y/N.” he said before mumbling to himself. “I was only speaking the truth.”

Aemond was still seeing red, his fists still clenched tightly, ready to attack Aegon if necessary. You didn’t want a huge fight to break out so you did the only thing you could think of to diffuse the situation.

You reached over, placing your hand on top of Aemond’s and squeezing lightly to get his attention. His eye flew to meet yours, seeing the concern in your eyes. His features immediately softened and you felt his fist loosen, his hand turning to grasp your fingers in his.

“I apologize, Lady Y/N. I was only defending you.” he said calmly, leaning down to press his lips against the top of your hand before taking his seat again, his hand still holding yours tightly. 

You could hear his Uncle Damon chuckling quietly at the scene and his sister Rhaenyra shushing him from the other end of the table . The conversation picked back up, mostly talking about your upcoming wedding to the youngest prince and how the two of you would be married before Autumn’s end. You looked down, feeling embarrassed that all the attention was now on you. Aemond noticed your discomfort and leaned in next to your ear.

“Would you like to leave, Lady Y/N? We can always go for a walk if you’d like to escape my family for a bit.”

You felt a slight shiver run down your spine, his breath fanning over your ear and neck making you weak in the knees.

“Please.” you whispered, hopefully loud enough for him to hear. That must have been enough as he abruptly stood from the table, pulling you up with him. All eyes were on the two of you.

“We’re going to turn in for the night. I’d like a little time to get acquainted with my wife-to-be.” he stated before quickly saying goodnight to his mother and pulling you out of the room with him.

You followed him through the maze of halls, not knowing where he was taking you. Eventually you came to a secluded balcony that overlooked the gardens. The moon was high in the sky and the night was quiet. Aemond still hadn’t let go of your hand.

“The gardens are beautiful in the moonlight.” you said, breaking the silence.

“They are.” he agreed. “But you outshine the moon itself.”

You could feel your face heat up and looked down at the gardens, thankful for the cover of darkness. He gently squeezed your fingers to get your attention.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“Yes, thank you. Are you? I know this must be quite shocking news for you.” you said, turning to face him. 

“It’s not as much of a shock as you may think, Lady Y/N.” he said, a subtle smirk gracing his lips.

“Oh really? Why’s that, my prince?” you asked.

“I asked my mother for your hand. It took several months of convincing but it seems she finally agreed.” he said simply, looking out over the gardens as if he hadn’t just said the most unexpected response you could think of. Your jaw could have dropped at the sheer shock that you just experienced. He had purposely asked for your hand? He asked his mother for her blessing to marry you?

“You… you actually want to marry me?” you asked, completely at a loss for words.

“Yes.” he said, giving you a smile. It’s the first real smile you’d ever seen from the prince. He dropped your hand and moved it to cradle the side of your face. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, his hand so much warmer than you’d expected. “Have you really not noticed, sweetheart?”

“Noticed what, my prince?” you asked almost breathlessly, the feel of him being so close was almost suffocating.

“I’ve been absolutely infatuated with you for at least the past year. I thought you would’ve taken notice by now how you’re always in my sight. Whether in court or at some lavish party I’d rather not be at, I always see you. Even when you’re the one watching me and you think I don’t notice, like when I’m training. You seem to like seeing me with a sword in my hands. I see the way your face gets flushed and your breathing becomes ragged. It’s such a pretty sight.”

“Aemond, I…” you started, stumbling over your words a bit. But he quickly cut you off.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name. Say it again, Y/N.” he begged, his eye pleading with you desperately to give him this one thing.

“Aemond.” You whispered. He stepped closer, keeping one hand on your face and moving the other to your waist.

“Again.”

“Aemond.” you mumbled, leaning a bit closer.

“Y/N.” he whispered, the tip of his nose touching yours. “Can I kiss you, darling?”

“Yes.” you said, flinging your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to crash his lips against yours.

You practically melted the moment his lips touched yours. He tasted of the Dornish wine he had at dinner and thick dragon smoke from riding Vhagar. You swore you could get drunk on the taste of his lips. You could feel his fingers digging into your hip as he pulled you flush against his chest.

“Aemond..” you mumbled against his lips.

“Yes, my love?” he questioned, moving his lips from yours to trail kisses over your cheek and down to your neck.

“We shouldn’t… it isn’t proper. We aren’t yet married.” you warned, knowing in a normal marriage these actions would be frowned upon. He playfully nipped at the sensitive skin on your neck, making you yelp before he pulled away to look down at you, grinning like a mad man.

“Mmmm you smell so good, little one. And we will be married in three weeks time and nobody shall know but us. Unless you really don’t want to, of course. I’d hate for you to think me to act like my foolish brother, forcing himself upon women without their consent. I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want.” he said, his eye sparkling with concern. You thought about it for a moment, realizing that nobody would argue with the prince if they did find out. But you still had the desire to wait until you were wed.

“Can we wait?” you asked sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Of course, love. I don’t mind waiting for you.” he said. You looked into his eye and you had no doubt that he was being honest. He pulled away from you slightly, his hands never leaving you.

“Should I walk you back to your chambers?” he suggested.

“That would be lovely.” you admitted, letting him pull away and grab your hand, leading you silently back through the maze of hallways until he came to a stop outside your door.

“May I have one last kiss before I leave you?” he asked, giving you a devilish smirk.

“You may.” you said, standing on your tip toes and slotting your lips against his. He kissed you slow and deep, his tongue darting out to flick against your lips. You smiled into the kiss before gently sucking on his lower lip and scraping your teeth against the soft flesh, causing Aemond to growl. The noise was a low rumble in his chest and it sent heat running through you and you had to force yourself to pull away.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, looking anywhere but at his face. He grasped your chin lightly, forcing you to look up at him.

“Don’t be sorry. That kiss will haunt my dreams until we are wed and I can have you all to myself.” he said, leaning down to press one more chaste kiss against your lips. “Goodnight, Lady Y/N. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

With that, he turned and left you standing outside of your door with your fingers brushing your lips and wondering how soon you’d be able to kiss him again.

The following day Aemond met you outside your door and walked you down to breakfast. In fact, he spent the entire day with you. But much to your dismay, he barely touched you, only holding your hand to guide you down the hallways. It frustrated you to no end. You wanted more of what he’d given you last night. You craved his lips against yours and his hands gripping your hips. But no matter what you did, he evaded your attempts to get closer.

The following three weeks were exactly the same. He barely touched you and only kissed your cheek as he bid you goodnight. You were beginning to think you’d done something wrong. But alas, it was finally your wedding day and you couldn’t have been more nervous.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” the queen asked as she entered your chambers. You were just finishing up having your hair pinned and curled into perfection.

“Nervous.” you answered honestly.

“I know it can be nerve wracking having everyone watching you as you say your vows, but I can assure you that my son loves you very much. You have nothing to worry about, darling.” she assured, coming up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I love him too, your grace. So much.”  you admitted, making the queen smile.

“Well it’s time. Shall we go?”

The walk down was quiet, your blue and gold dress flowing behind you as you walked. The crowd of people came into view and your eyes immediately searched for Aemond. When your eyes finally landed on him you couldn’t fight the smile that made its way onto your face. He was already staring at you, a smile on his face. 

The entire ceremony was a blur, repeating words that barely echoed in your head. You were too focused on the man in front of you who was gently rubbing his thumbs over the tops of your hands as he held them. You were only brought back to reality as Aemonds hands let go of yours, only to hold either side of your face as he leaned forward to kiss you.

Aemond was finally your husband.

After many hours celebrating, you were more than ready to be alone with your husband. And it seemed that he was too. His hand was currently on your thigh, squeezing it hard, making you gasp. He chuckled and smirked at you, knowing he was riling you up. But you were doing the same to him without even realizing it. The plunging neckline on your dress, showing more of your cleavage than he’d ever seen. It didn’t help whenever someone would make you laugh, your breasts slightly bouncing and enticing him.

“My darling wife,” he started, leaning over to whisper to you. “You look quite tired. Maybe we should retire for the evening?”

You could feel the butterflies erupt in your belly, heat rising up your neck. You knew his intentions and they weren’t to just go to sleep. You bit your lip to hide your smile and nodded your head in agreement.

You could hear Aegon shouting some crude comments to his brother as you both said your goodnights and made your way to what would now be your shared chambers. Aemond just shrugged off the comments, focused solely on you for the night. You gripped Aemonds hand tight as he walked you through the halls.

“Nothing to be nervous about, my love. It’s just you and me now.” he said, smiling at you while he continued walking.

“I know. It’s just….  You’ve been avoiding touching me for the past few weeks. You didn’t even kiss me properly again until we said our vows. I thought I’d done something wrong.” you admitted, realizing how silly it sounded now that you’d said it out loud.

He stopped in his tracks at your words, thankfully right outside of his chambers. He said nothing and opened the doors, letting you go inside before following and shutting the doors behind him.

“Now, my sweet wife, you can’t honestly believe that you’d upset me somehow? Y/N, I was only refraining from touching and kissing you for I didn’t believe myself capable of restraining myself. I would’ve taken you the very second my lips touched yours. I was only respecting your wishes to remain pure until we were wed.” He said, taking off his boots.

“So I didn’t do anything wrong?” you asked, kicking your shoes off and removing your stockings, leaving you bare footed.

He came up to you, staring down at you and smiling. His hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him, your hands flying to his chest to stabilize yourself.

“You could never do anything wrong, little one. But now that we are finally wed, I believe it’s my duty to show you just how much I love you.”

You could feel your heart hammering wildly in your chest but you could feel his doing the same beneath your fingertips. He was just as excited as you were. You gave him a small nod, moving your hands up to his neck and pulling him down to capture his lips with yours. He eagerly kissed you back, his large hands splayed across your lower back, holding you so tightly it was as if you’d disappear if he let go.

His fingers pulled at the strings on the back of your dress, causing it to become loose around the middle. You took a step back from him, breaking the kiss and allowing your dress to fall to the floor. Aemonds eye went wide with shock seeing you had forgone wearing any underclothes, leaving you completely bare in front of him. 

You could feel your nerves begin to bubble up as your husband stared at you, his eyes raking greedily over your body. He said nothing as he stepped closer to you, a hand reaching for your waist. You looked up at his face only to see him focused on your heaving breasts. Your nipples hardened under his intense gaze and the cool temperature of the room, making him smirk.

“By the old gods and the new, I swear it, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

You let your hands find the many fastenings on his clothing, undoing them one by one until his skin was finally revealed to you and his clothing piled on the floor. His breathing became heavy as you smoothed your hands down his chest and began to undo his pants, your hands accidentally brushing over his cock. With a little help, Aemond pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, leaving him just as bare as you. Your eyes drifted over his body and landed on his cock. He was big… much bigger than you expected. And he was thick. You knew the stretch was gonna sting. Your eyes must have gone comically wide without you realizing it because Aemond just chuckled.

“I promise it’ll fit, my love. Now why don’t you get on the bed and lay back so I can ravish you properly.”

You did as he asked, crawling onto the bed and laying back against the feathery pillows but keeping your knees bent and shut tight. He stood at the end of the bed, his cock standing proud as he looked at you in his bed, a sight he had imagined so many times. 

“Aemond…” you whimpered, getting his attention. He’d been staring at you but still hadn’t moved to join you.

“Yes?”

“Will you join me?” you questioned, batting your eyes at him.

He grinned and climbed on the bed by your feet, moving until he was kneeling in front of you, his hands placed gently on your knees.

“Open.” he said, tapping your knees.

You did as he asked, letting your legs fall open. The cool air made you shiver as Aemond ran his hands up the insides of your thighs, stopping just before reaching your heat. He glanced up at you as he moved to lay on his stomach between your legs. You looked down at him, confused as to what he was doing but he quickly explained.

“Little one, I have to make sure you’re relaxed enough to take me. I don’t want you getting hurt. And I’ve also been dying to taste this sweet little cunt of yours. Just lie back and let me pleasure you.”

Before you had a chance to speak, you were cut off by the feeling of his tongue licking through your folds. Your head pressed back against the pillows as you moaned and your eyes fluttered shut on their own accord. You could feel his hair tickling your thighs as continued to lick slowly up and down your slit, circling your entrance before coming back up to flick at your sensitive little clit.

“Aemond! Oh gods…” you whined, bucking your hips against his face.

“Not a god, my love. Just your loving husband.” he mumbled before sucking your clit into his mouth and letting his tongue flick harshly over the sensitive bud, making you thrash beneath him. He held your thighs down as he let his tongue venture to your weeping hole, slowly pushing inside to taste you.

“Aemond, my love! Feels so good!” you whined, attempting to grind against his face again, but with no luck, his hands holding you down. He chuckled against your pussy before taking one last slow lick up your slit before pressing a quick kiss against your clit and crawling up your body until his face was level with yours. He leaned down, kissing you hard and making you taste yourself on his lips. You couldn’t help but moan, carding your fingers through his white hair and tugging slightly, earning a low groan. You smirked against his lips and did it again, tugging harder and receiving a louder moan.

His kisses then grew frantic, kissing you like his life depended on it before moving his hungry kisses down towards your neck. You tossed your head back to give him more room and arched your back towards him in hopes his hands would soon find you. You didn’t have to wait long, feeling his hand skim up your ribs until his hand rested just below your breast.

“Just touch me!” you whined, grabbing his hand and placing it directly over your breast and forcing him to squeeze it.

“So needy.” he chuckled, nipping the skin of your neck gently and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, eliciting a small yelp from you. He then let his hand slide down your body until it rested between your legs, circling your weeping hole. “And you’re so fucking wet. If you’re so damn needy you should be able to take my fingers easily. How’s this feeling, little one?”

“More! I want more!” you groaned, bucking your hips in an attempt to get his long fingers inside you.

“Is this what you want, baby?” he asked cockily, quickly pushing the whole length of his middle finger inside you and curling it gently.

Your eyes rolled back and you were rendered speechless, the feeling of his finger inside you felt amazing and you wanted more. You rocked your hips in time with the slow thrusting of his hand, enjoying the pleasure your husband was bringing you.

Aemond continued to finger you, curling his finger just right and watching the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He adored the little moans and whimpers falling from your perfect lips, knowing he was the one causing them. He knew that you were still a maiden and he wanted you nice and relaxed when it came time to properly consummate your marriage. He slowly added a second finger, the stretch making you gasp.

“Shh… shhh, little dove. Just relax. I need you to relax for me.” he cooed, looking into your eyes. You nodded your head and relaxed as best you could, allowing him to slowly stretch you open. Within minutes you were practically screaming as he curled both fingers against that little spongy spot inside you.

“Aemond! Aemond, please!”

He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers. He knew you were close. And he also knew an orgasm would relax you enough to take him. He doubled his efforts, curling his fingers faster and letting his thumb rub against your swollen clit.

“Don’t fight it, Y/N. Let go. Cum for me, sweet girl! Cum!”

With his words your world exploded. You screamed as your legs shook, threatening to close only to be held open by his body. His fingers continued to work you through your high as you came back down before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips. You watched wide eyed as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking your release from his digits, all while you struggled to catch your breath.

“You taste heavenly, my dear wife.” he said, smirking down at you.

“And do I get to taste you too, dear husband?” you asked, grinning up at him, catching him completely off guard.

“Darling, I do not expect you to do me any favors… Tonight is about you.” he rushed out, clearly trying not to think about what you’d look like with your lips wrapped around his cock. You could see a faint blush rising to his cheeks and his breathing was staggered. You wanted to see him become completely unraveled.

“And what if I want to use my mouth to please you like you did to me?” you asked, batting your lashes at him innocently.

“Then I would not say no if that’s what you truly wanted.” he breathed out, staring down at you.

“Then lie back, my dear husband, and let me do as I please.” you said, grinning up at him.

He did as you asked and moved from between your legs to lie on his back, his head against the pillows. His eye was shut and his breathing heavy as he tried to keep himself calm… or at least calm enough that he wouldn’t blow his load the moment your lips touched his cock.

You quickly moved to straddle him, leaning down and pressing your lips against his. He kissed you back like a starved man, but you didn’t stay there for long. You began moving your kisses to his jaw and continued down his neck. You could feel his breathing pick up as you left wet, open mouthed kisses down his throat to his chest. You nipped the flesh and were rewarded with a loud moan from your husband.

“Oh, Y/N.”

You glanced up to see Aemonds head thrown back against the pillows, his eye shut tight as he focused on the feeling of your lips on his skin. You smirked against his chest and continued your trail downwards, leaving the same open mouthed kisses on his stomach and hips, dangerously close to his throbbing cock.

“Aemond.” you said, getting his attention. He glanced down at you, seeing you hovering near his cock. “Teach me how to please you.”

You watched his cock twitch at your words and smiled innocently up at him. He leaned up on his elbows to get a better view while he was instructing you.

“Give me your hand, my love.” he said, holding his hand out for yours. You eagerly gave him your hand and watched intently as he slowly brought it down to his length and gently wrapped your fingers around him. You could feel your heart pounding as you felt the hot flesh throb beneath your touch.

He slowly began moving your hand up and down his cock, gently helping you twist your wrist in the right places. It didn’t take long until you got the hang of it and he released your hand in favor of watching you do it yourself. You looked up at him, as if asking for permission to continue. He gave you a grin and a nod.

You continued to stroke him as you leaned forward and licked up the bead of precum that was pooling at the tip. His cock twitched in your hand and you could have sworn you heard him whimper. You did it again, this time followed by opening your mouth and gently wrapping your lips around the head and sucking lightly.

“Fuck, your mouth is sinful.” he groaned loudly, his elbows giving out beneath him causing him to fall back against the pillows. “Take me a little deeper, baby. Suck a little harder and don’t be afraid to use your tongue.”

You did as he asked and took him deeper into your mouth, looking up at him and catching his eye as you did. Your tongue traced experimentally over the vein on the underside of his cock, causing him to twitch several times. Aemonds breathing stuttered, keeping his eye on you as you pleasured him. You could taste his precum pooling on your tongue and you moaned at the flavor, the vibrations making Aemond break.

“Y/N, my angel, please! I need…. fuck, I need you to take me a bit deeper and move your hand faster. Please, baby?” he practically begged.

You felt pride swell in your chest that you’d made Aemond beg for you. Doing as he asked, you moved faster and took him deeper into your mouth. You fought the urge to gag, breathing heavily through your nose as his tip hit the back of your throat. One hand came down to tangle in your hair, gently guiding your mouth up and down his length as you continued to suck.

Your eyes darted up to his face, seeing his eye trained on you. You batted your eyes innocently as you swirled your tongue around the head before pushing back down, keeping your eyes locked on his.

His moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room as you sucked him off. He so desperately wanted to finish in your mouth but he had another goal in mind for tonight. He wanted to get you pregnant. Before he could talk himself out of it he gently tugged on your hair, pulling you off of his cock. He groaned seeing the string of saliva and precum connecting your lower lip to the tip of his dick.

“What’s wrong, Aemond?” you questioned, wondering if you’d done something wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, my love. I was close to cumming… I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I haven’t taken you properly yet.” he breathed out, reaching for you. You let him pull you up until you were straddling his lap. You could feel his hard cock beneath you and you wiggled a bit, forcing his cock to nestle between your wet lips and making him moan.

“Aemond, my love, may I request something of you before we continue?” you asked timidly, knowing he very well may deny your request.

“Of course, angel. Anything you want.” he assured you, his hand coming up to grip your waist and rubbing his thumbs over your hips. You took a deep breath before continuing, trying to work up the nerve to ask.

“Can… can you…” you stuttered, not quite able to get the words out. He stayed quiet, waiting patiently for you to find your words. You reached a hand up to his face, letting your fingers trace over the edge of the eyepatch he always wore. You’d never seen him without it but you wanted to see him… all of him. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh. You let your fingers continue tracing the piece of leather. When you finally spoke again your voice came out as a whisper. “Please?”

He turned his head to the side to look away from your face. You could tell he was ashamed of it.

“Y/N, I- I don’t want to scare you.” he said quietly. His voice cracked when he spoke and it broke your heart. He sounded so hurt and scared. You used both hands to cup his face and force him to look at you.

“Aemond, my sweet husband, I could never be scared of you.” you assured him, looking into his good eye.

“But Aegon said-” he started, but you abruptly cut him off.

“I don’t give a fuck what Aegon said! He’s a fucking moron! How dare he ever talk down on you. You are beautiful to me and I love you. A scar isn’t going to change that. But I want to see you, all of you, when you make love to me.”

He looked as though he were about to cry but he quickly blinked away the tears and smiled up at you.

“Are you sure?”

You grinned, running your hands down his chest and absent mindedly drawing random patterns with your fingers. Your eyes locked on his.

“Let me see you.” you pleaded. 

His hands slowly left your body and began reaching for the patch. You braced your hands on his chest, rubbing slow circles in a silent attempt to reassure him that you truly did love him and a childhood injury wasn’t going to change that. You watched in awe as he finally removed the eye patch to reveal a shimmering sapphire in the scarred socket where his eye should be. You couldn’t help but smile.

His gaze still hadn’t met your face, looking at the wall behind you, too afraid to see the look on your face. He was convinced you’d be scared, or worse, disgusted by the scar on his face. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. He got the shock of his life when you slowly started rocking your hips against him, sliding his length through your folds.

“My gods, Aemond… You’re so perfect.” you moaned, shamelessly rubbing yourself on his cock.

His gaze finally met yours, a look of shock and pure amazement written across his features. His hands shakily moved back to your hips, beginning to guide your movements, making you rock a little harder against him.

“You’re the perfect one, love. My perfect wife.” he groaned, feeling your wetness begin to coat his length.

“Aemond…” you panted, feeling your clit throbbing with need. “I need you.”

“I know, baby. Switch places with me. I need you to be completely relaxed for me.” he said, gently flipping you beneath him so he hovered over you. You giggled at the sudden movement and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

“I love you, my perfect husband. So fucking much.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your fingers tangle in his long hair. You could feel him adjusting his hips so his tip was nudging your entrance.

“And I love you, my darling wife. Are you ready?”

You could only nod, keeping your fingers knotted in his hair. He slowly pushed forward causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion. His cock was much bigger than a couple of his fingers and stretched you quite a bit. You pulled his face down to yours, crashing your lips against his to keep you distracted from the pain. He let you kiss him to your heart's content as he continued to push forward, feeling a bit of resistance. He paused for a moment before putting more hunger into the kiss, letting his tongue delve inside your mouth, distracting you from the moment he snapped his hips against yours.

“Aemond!” you squeaked against his lips, tears brimming your eyes at the sharp pain.

“Shhh… shhh, my love. The hard part’s over now. The pain will be gone soon, I promise.” he whispered against your quivering lips, one hand smoothing over your hair and the side of your face to help soothe you.

“Move… just move.” you said, wanting to get the pain over with. Sure enough, Aemond was right. As he began to slowly thrust his hips against yours, the pain slowly dissipated. It was still achy but another feeling began to bubble up to the surface. Pleasure.

You let a small moan out and tugged at his hair, making him groan with you. You lifted your hips to meet his and he smiled down at you.

“That’s it, little one. Such a good girl for me.” he praised, his thrusts getting harder. You couldn’t help but admire the way his sapphire eye glinted in the light from the fireplace. It honestly turned you on… and Aemond could feel it. He could feel you clenching around him as you stared up at him innocently while he fucked you open. 

“Mmm faster.” you whimpered, needing more.

“You want it faster, angel? I’ll give you faster.” he growled, snapping his hips against yours relentlessly. His pace was brutal and all you could do was lay there and take it. Your moans echoed off the walls, making Aemond grin.

He sat back and pulled your ass up to rest on top of his thighs, pistoning his hips against you, keeping the fast pace he had previously set. The new angle was perfect, the tip of his cock repeatedly abusing the small spongy spot inside you and making your eyes roll back.

“Aemond!” you squealed as he brought his thumb to rub fast circles over your clit as he fucked you.

“Yeah, scream my name, sweetheart! Let them all know who you belong to!”

“Aemond! Oh fuck! Fuck!” you whimpered, fisting your fingers in the blankets beneath you. But then you got a better idea. “Oh gods! Aemond, baby, stop.. Stop.”

His thrusts immediately stopped and he looked down at you with concern, worried he’d done something wrong or that he’d hurt you somehow. You quickly smiled at him, giving him the assurance that you were ok.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, still breathing heavily.

“Can we switch?” you asked innocently, fluttering your eyes at him.

“Switch?” he asked, seemingly a bit confused. You gave him a wicked smirk before answering.

“I wanna ride my dragon.”

You watched his pupil dilate and could feel his cock throb at your words. Without a word he slowly removed himself from you and plopped down on the bed next to you. A smirk graced his features and his sapphire eye shimmered in the light as he brought his hands behind his head in a relaxed position. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander his slender frame, down to his cock that was rock hard and laying against his stomach.

“Well here you go, princess. Mount your dragon.” he chuckled, nodding down to his dick. You couldn’t contain your giddiness as you swung your leg over him, straddling his hips. You immediately wiggled your hips, grinding down on him lightly. He groaned loudly at your teasing antics, letting his head fall back against his hands and his eye closing in pleasure.

“Does my dragon need something?” you teased. His hands flew from behind his head to your hips, stilling your movements.

“You said you wanted to ride your dragon, little one. So mount me and fucking ride.” he growled, lifting your hips and angling his at the same time so his tip was prodding your entrance. You held yourself steady with your hands placed firmly on his chest as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

You whined pitifully at how full you felt in this position. It felt like he was all the way in your stomach. You rolled your hips gently and whimpered as the coarse blonde hair at the base of his cock rubbed deliciously against your aching clit. The friction made you feral, rolling your hips harder and faster, chasing the pleasure your husband could bring you.

“My dragon.” you moaned, digging your nails into his chest and making him hiss in pain. In turn his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, making your cunt clench around him. He chuckled slightly at the feeling.

“My filthy little wife. Who would’ve thought you’d like pain?” he teased.

“I like a lot of things, dear husband. It’s up to you to discover them.”

You slowly transitioned from rolling your hips to gently bouncing in his lap, feeling his length slip in and out of you. Once you found a rhythm you liked you focused on clenching around him with every upward movement, noticing how much he seemed to like it. He groaned and let his hands wander, slowly coming up your ribcage to rest under your gently bouncing breasts that currently had him hypnotized.

“I can’t wait until these are swollen with milk.” he moaned, running his thumbs over your hard nipples. Your eyes snapped to his and it didn’t seem he even noticed he’d said it out loud.

“Yeah? You wanna get me pregnant, Aemond?” you asked teasingly, bouncing a little harder. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, surely spilling precum at the thought.

“Gods, yes! Want you to be pregnant with my child. I’m gonna keep you nice and full of cum until your belly and breasts swell. My god, you’ll be so fucking gorgeous carrying my baby.”

“Mmm then do as you wish, husband. Get me pregnant. Breed me, Aemond.” you encouraged. His hands moved to grope at your breasts and pinch at your nipples while you bounced in his lap. His hips began to arch up off the bed to meet your thrusts, almost throwing you off balance. You had to lean forward until your face was level with his as his hands held your hips still while he fucked you from below.

His lips instantly seeked yours out, claiming them and letting his tongue wrestle with yours. He breathed in every little noise you made as he continued to piston his hips against yours. The wet squelching sounds from his cock sliding in and out of your cunt echoed off the walls. The sounds were so nasty yet so erotic at the same time, driving you closer towards your release. You could feel the heat building in your lower belly, threatening to explode at any given moment. Aemond just felt too damn good for you to hold back.

“Baby I’m close!” you whimpered desperately against his lips. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“Do it, princess! Cum on my cock! Make me cum deep inside this perfect little cunt!” he growled, thrusting harder into you. 

His fingers were digging so hard into your hips, you knew you’d have bruises but you could care less. You leaned down, scraping your teeth over the sensitive skin of his neck and shoulder as you felt your orgasm finally explode. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder while you shuddered in his arms and your moans of his name were muffled. Your pussy spasmed erratically around his cock and you could feel your creamy release dripping out of you. Mere seconds later Aemonds hips stilled and he held you tight to him. You could feel the warmth blooming in your belly as he spilled his seed inside of you, his moans loud in your ear. You quickly pulled your head back to see his face scrunched up in pleasure as his orgasm tore through him.

“Y/N! Y/N, oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!”

His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding your sweaty body against his as you both struggled to catch your breath. His fingers traced lazily up and down your spine and you could feel his cock begin to soften inside you, yet neither of you dared to move.

“I love you… so much.” you whispered, pressing a kiss against his neck.

“And I love you, my little wife.” he said, turning his head so he could smile at you.

“Do you think it took?” you wondered out loud, not necessarily expecting an answer, but he replied anyway.

“If not, we can keep trying. Like I said, I’m gonna keep you nice and full with my seed until you fall pregnant, my love.” he said before pressing his lips to yours, the kiss chaste in comparison to the ones you shared just moments before.

“I like the sound of that.” you admitted, giggling against his lips.

“Me too, little one.” he said before yawning.

“So sleep? And then round two?” you questioned, batting your eyes at him innocently. He groaned and chuckled at the same time.

“Oh, my darling wife, you’re insatiable. But yes. Sleep and then round two.” he confirmed.

You gently lifted your hips, letting him slip out of you, both of you hissing at the over sensitivity before you rolled over to your side and made yourself comfortable. Your head now rested on your pillow, facing your husband. He rolled to his side to do the same.

“I’m glad I pestered my mother for so long about marrying you.” he admitted. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“I am too. Do you know why?”

“Why’s that, my love?”

“Because I gained a dragon.” you whispered, smirking at your husband.

“And you learned how to tame and ride one tonight. So talented you are, my little wife.” he shot back.

You smiled as you got comfortable and pulled a blanket up over the both of you. Aemond snuggled in closer, his large hand coming to rest gently on your lower stomach and rubbing it gently.

“Hopefully we’ll hatch our own little dragon.” you said excitedly, bringing a hand up to trace gently over the scar on the left side of his face. The jewel was still shining brightly as he looked at you.

“Does it really not scare you?” he asked, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. In all honesty, it didn’t. You thought he was perfect, beautiful, everything you could ever want. You just wanted him to see that, too.

“Not at all, my love. I’d like to see you more often like this…. Ya know, without the eyepatch.” you admitted.

“Really?” he questioned, not quite believing you. His fingers still rubbed gently over your lower belly, now in an attempt to distract himself.

“Really. No more eyepatch, at least while we’re alone. Please?” you pleaded, wanting your husband to realize that you weren’t running for the hills and to accept that you loved him just as he was.

“I think I can do that.” he said, leaning in to peck your lips. You grinned, feeling his kisses leading down your jaw to your neck. 

“Baby, I thought we were going to sleep before we had round two.” you joked. He pulled back, grinning like a mad man.

“You’ll soon learn, my love, that dragons are unpredictable. And this dragon is ready for round two, so hold on tight.”

His kisses resumed, kissing down your neck and making you giggle. But your giggles soon turned into moans as Aemond made sure that you would be pregnant before the night was over. 

Oh, to be wed to a dragon was such a wonderful thing.